#natasha trace x fem reader

[fandoms--fluff]

Hcs for being Natasha “Phoenix’s” sister from top gun?

Being Phoenix's Sister Headcannons

She's five years older than you but holds that over you from time to time

You met Bradley and Jake after her Top Gun class graduation

Bradley treats you as his own little sister

And Hangman annoys you to no end, to which you annoy him right back

You've also got a flying license, you're just not a naval aviator

Nat and Bradley taught you how to fly an F-14 in sligjt combat, that was a week after their top gun grad.

Under no circumstances does Phe let you use the stove or the oven. She barely let's you use the microwave without her watch when she's state side

^Which is fair, considering the amount of fires you've had to extinguish

You live off a bunch if vending machine food at the top gun base

And that's how you met your sister's CO, Pete Mitchell, for the special detachment her, Bradly and jackass (aka Jake) were called back for. He caught you kicking the vending machine since it stopped half way through, not dropping the bag of chips you paid for.

To which you guys had a pretty good conversation together, forgetting to mention you're not an actual aviator.

He didn't learn about who you are until after the suicide mission. He saw you and Nat huh each other tightly after everyone got back state side, on the beach. Everyone was relaxing on the beach after the huge excitement that had happened.

Nat introduced you to him as her little sister, and you chuckled as his mouth gaped in surprise.

Everyone watches as you throw one of the footballs they brought at Hangman after him insulting your sister.

^Bradley giving you a fistbump and Nat sighs while trying to hide her smile.

You, Nat and Halo have a big sleepover movie night, just the three of you girls. Halo taking a liking to you, seeing a lot of Nat in you.

You 'borrow' a bunch of Nat's navy sweaters and wear them around the base and the Hard Deck, seeing how many people will belive that you're in the Navy.

You and Penny become good friends at the bar

^you learn some (a lot of) dirt on Maverick from her

Bradley explains to you about his relationship with Maverick and you may or may not have smacked him upside the head about how he cut connection with the man

^to which he agreed he deserved

The whole dagger squad now treat you as their baby sister and you can't go anywhere without 'protection' aka one of them.

You love your big sister to death, when you were younger you wanted to be just like her. Strong, loyal, pretty and much more.

Amelia and you become good friends, you like a mentor to her and teaching her about different flight maneuvers with model planes, everything you learnt from Nat and Bradley...and maybe....maybe Jake.

[marie-swriting]

Anything Serious - Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Summary : Three times you flirt with Natasha and one time, you confess your feelings.

Warnings : Angst, happy ending, alcohol consumption (be careful with your acohol consumption), thowing up, drunk confession, implied sex but noting explicit, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 4.7k

French version

Song inspiration : Flirting With Her by Sir Babygirl

“Here to being single !” you yell before taking a shot with your two friends Sarah and Alison.

The sound of your glass being put down on the table resonates in the bar. The alcohol burns your throat but you still let go of a victory scream. Tonight, you’re celebrating your single life like you just screamed. 

You were in a relationship for the past three years before your ex broke up with you for someone else who, apparently, is better than you. You’re not going to lie, a week ago, you were a mess. You were inconsolable, you only left your home for work and you’d stay in front of the TV doing nothing. Fortunately, thanks to your best friend’s encouragement, you realised it was her loss, not yours. That’s why you want to celebrate the fact that you’re single and without any string attached. 

“I’m finally gonna be able to do things I’ve always wanted to do and it’ll be easy.” you announce with joy. “I’m gonna have fun, go out as much as I want without any drama. You were right, Sarah, this is the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me. And I am telling you two, I’m gonna have so much fun…” you continue while your eyes find a woman with raven hair, “with her, for example. She is beautiful.”

“Well, the single phase would have been long.” Alison laughs as you keep looking at the woman.

“Who said I wanted to date again?”

“You’ve just fallen for her.”

“So what ? It doesn’t mean it has to be serious.”

“But you only do serious relationships.” Sarah contradicts.

“Not anymore.” you state before ordering a new shot.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“Totally! She’s in the Navy,” you explain, pointing at her uniform, “so she won’t be here for too long, in other words, if it goes right then perfect and if it goes wrong, then I won’t have to worry about seeing her again. It’s a win-win situation.”

“Then, go shoot your shot !” Alison encourages.

“Sure do !” you exclaim before drinking your shot.

You make sure your outfit is put together before going to the bar under your friends’ encouragement. First, you talk to Penny and pay for a cocktail. You patiently wait for Penny to give it to the woman and explain to her it’s from you. Once Penny goes to another client, the raven-haired woman’s eyes land on you while she smiles and takes a sip of the drink. You take this as a good sign so you stand up and go sit next to her.

“Thanks for the cocktail. Good choice.” she comments, drinking a bit more.

“Glad you like it. I’m Y/N and you?”

“Natasha.”

“What’s your callsign?”

Natasha looks at you, surprised, not expecting this would be a detail you were interested in.

“Phoenix.” Natasha informs with a confident smile.

“I bet your callsign suits you well.”

“You tell me. What brings you here tonight?” she questions, intrigued.

“I’m just enjoying my new freedom and you?”

“Nothing special, I’m relaxing after my day at work.”

“You’re here on a deployment?”

“Yes, I’m only here for two weeks. I want to make the best out of it.”

“As do I.” you state with a flirty smile. “You should join my friends and I. We’re gonna play darts. You’re more than welcome.”

“I will.”

You smile at Natasha then go back to your friends, your mouth wide open, simulating a scream of joy. Your friends ask you a lot of questions as soon as you’re at the table with them again and you answer them without wasting a second.

“I’m telling you, by the end of this night, I have her number, at least !”

And you’ve had even more.

The next day, you wake up in an unknown bedroom, Natasha’s arms around your waist. Understanding you didn’t go home after your intimate moment, you mentally insult yourself. You don’t know if you should wait for her to wake up or leave now. You debate with yourself for a few seconds before coming to the conclusion it’s better to run away now, especially because you have some work waiting for you. 

Slowly, you get out of Natasha’s grip and pick your clothes off the floor. Hastily, you get dressed before walking to the exit. When you’re about to open the door, you sigh in relief when Natasha’s voice comes behind you. You jump and turn around, facing her with your hand on your heart.

“I didn’t think you were the kind to sneak off.” she laughs.

“Oh, well, I was thinking you wouldn’t want me at your place for any longer. Actually, I…” you try to explain before admitting defeat, “I have to confess I don't know the rules for one night-stands. It’s the first time I do this.”

“Glad to be the first. And for your information, it can differ with the person though, personally, I don’t mind if you want to stay.”

“Got it. But I have to go. I have work to do.” you inform, sad to leave her so soon.

“No worries. Are you gonna go out like this?”

Following her question, you look down at your outfit, not understanding her critic. Sure, one can tell it’s not a typical Sunday outfit however, it doesn’t look ugly. You don’t see the problem. Phoenix leaves the bed before opening her closet.

“It’s cold in the morning. Here, you can take my jacket.” she says, handing the piece of cloth.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to give it back before you leave.”

“It’s okay. At least, I’ll have an excuse to send you a text when I’ll be around again.”

“Thanks for the jacket then.”

Natasha gives you a tender smile while you put the jacket on ; you don’t move for a few seconds, admiring her face one last time before leaving. You want to memorise her face because, no matter if she said she’ll text you when she’ll come back, you doubt it. You flirted, you matched, you had a nice moment but it’s only a one-time thing ; you don’t think you’re ready to start anything.

As soon as you tear your eyes away from Natasha, you zip up the jacket before opening the door. Natasha asks you to send her a message once you get home. You promise her to do it then, you leave.

And the second you come home, you grab your phone before informing her:

Message from you to Natasha, 7:36 A.M.:

I’m safe and at home. Thanks for the jacket, I promise I’ll give you back when you’ll be here again…

Or not ;)

Six months have passed since your meeting with Natasha. After your text when you came home, she simply replied “Glad to know you’re home. See you again :)” then nothing. You couldn’t have expected anything else. After all, you only shared one night together. But still, you feel a pinch in your chest, realising her lack of messages.

Therefore, you do everything to leave this story behind you. Even if you randomly met her, nothing would happen, that was for sure. You need to go back to your peaceful life where you’ve been picking some new habits. One of them being going to the Hard Deck once a week with your friends. Contrary to when you were younger, now you enjoy a good night out, having fun with your loved ones, an alcoholic drink in your hands. You’ve met some new people though, nothing that could compete with what you felt the second you saw Natasha.

This weekend is not different from the others, you find yourself at the bar. You’re laughing with your friends when a waitress comes to give you a cocktail you didn’t order. When she tells you someone paid for it and you see Natasha from afar, you can’t believe your eyes. You didn’t think you’d see her again. She gives you  a sign with her own drink before taking a sip. You give her back her sign and drink.

Next to Natasha, Bradley looks at her and sighs, desperate by the situation.

“You should talk to her instead of staying at a stupid safe distance.”

“We haven’t seen each other for six months, I just wanted to make sure she was still interested before doing something.”

“Now you know she does, go talk to her.” he orders, trying to push her in your direction.

“She’s with her friends.”

“And it didn’t bother her last time to talk to you. I don’t get it, Natasha, you’ve never been like this before.”

“I know!” she exclaims, mad at herself. “And I hate how I’m overthinking this. I feel like you.”

“Well, thanks! It wasn’t even serious between you two, you shouldn’t think too much about it. Go talk to her.”

“And tell her what?”

“I don’t know! I’m not the one who had a one-night stand with her. If you don’t want to talk to her, invite her to dance.” Bradley proposes, annoyed.

“No one is dancing.”

“In less than a minute, it won’t be the case anymore. Go to her, I’m handling the rest.”

Natasha drinks her glass in one go before walking to you with a fake confidence expression on her face. As for Bradley, he’s walking towards the piano, waiting for the right moment to start playing. 

You’re talking with Sarah who is in front of you when Alison catches your attention by hitting your ribs. You look at your friend, brows furrowed whilst she makes a sign to look at the other side. At the same moment you’re turning your head, Natasha is in front of you and Bradley starts playing Great Ball Of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis. Instantly, people start dancing and Natasha gives you her hand with a smile.

“Wanna dance ?”

As a simple answer, you take her hand, you stand up from your chair and follow Natasha who is bringing you to the piano, your friends on your heels. You sing alone with Bradley while Natasha and you dance without a care in the world. You’re laughing and spinning each other until the last note of the song. 

Once Bradley finishes singing, Natasha keeps your hand in hers. You stare at each other with a huge smile on your face.

“I didn’t know you were back. You haven’t texted me.” you state, still surprised.

“I was going to, I’ve just arrived.”

“How long are you here for?”

“Three weeks.”

“So we have a bit more time. We should make up for the lost time. I hope I’ll be able to give you back your jacket, though I have to admit, I’d like to keep it, but you can always come to my place to try to have it back.” you propose with a flirty look.

“I will. At least, this time, I’ll be sure you won’t be sneaking off.” Natasha laughs and you roll your eyes, faking being mad.

“You’re never gonna let this go, are you?”

“I won’t.”

In spite of yourself, your heart melts when you look at Natasha’s mischievous smile. You don’t want to admit it but you missed her. You really thought you had forgotten about her, you were far from the truth. Yet, it seems like you weren’t the only one. You’re glad to see you’ve affected her as much as she’s affected you, though you didn’t want to grow attached to someone that quickly.

However, you leave your mixed feelings behind you for the rest of the night, enjoying this moment with Natasha and getting to know her a bit more. 

Like six months ago, after some flirty comments, Natasha finds her way in your bed, your arms around her body.

Message from Natasha to you, 9:05 P.M.:

Hey, I’m back in town. Are you free tonight?

You look at Natasha’s text for several minutes, not knowing what to answer. You are, indeed, free tonight though, you don’t know if it’s a good idea. Since your reunion at the Hard Deck three months ago, you’ve seen each other several times and you have to confess your feelings for her are getting stronger.

At first, you thought it was just an innocent crush, however, she haunts your mind and you’re just waiting for the moment where you’ll see her again. Sure, your relationship is more physical than emotional but you’re gladly taking anything she wants to give you. Despite of yourself, she’s managed to leave her name on your lips and you yearn for the feeling of her body in your arms. You wish you could have more, though you’re pretty sure she doesn’t. You should keep your distance with Natasha, it’d be better. Like this, you’ll avoid a heartbreak again, especially considering your relationship is non-existent. 

You have to lie to her and say you can’t see her. It’s better for you. That’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to stay far away from her.

You didn’t stay far away from her for long.

Without knowing how, you found yourself in Natasha’s hotel room, your clothes found themselves on the floor and you found each other in the bed. A part of you is cursing at you for not listening to your rational side but currently, it’s the least of your worries.

In Natasha’s arms, you discuss several things and you realise if given a chance, you could have a beautiful love story. You have a lot of things in common and your views about the world and the future are similar. You could have had a great future with Natasha. However, after every intimate moment spent together, Natasha reminds you that it’ll never be more than nights shared together.

“I’m glad we’ve met, you know,” Natasha starts, holding you tighter against her, “because of my work, it’s always been complicated to form relationships but with you, it’s easy, peaceful. We don’t want anything serious so what we have is enough.”

“Yes, it's good. I’m enjoying every moment of my single life for the first time.” you affirm, hiding your disappointment.

“You know, the day you’ll meet someone who’s worth it, you can tell me. I’ll understand if you don’t want us to talk anymore.”

“Same goes for you.”

“You don’t have to worry about this.”

“You don’t want a serious relationship? Like, ever?” you question, looking her right in the eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want one, it’s just that it’s easier like this. I could never truly give to the other person the relationship they’d deserve so I don’t want to waste my time. Besides, long-distance relationships aren’t my thing and I can’t ask for the person to give everything up for me.” she states like it was obvious.

“But some people find a right balance between work and their lovelife.”

“You’re right. I just don’t know if I’ll find the right person one day.”

Hearing her sentence, your heart tightens in your chest. Natasha just gave you a good reminder. You really have to distance yourself from her. She doesn’t want anything serious and even if she wanted to, you’re not a person she fancies. She looked you right in the eyes and told you she hasn’t found the person worth having a relationship with. 

You’re holding back your tears as best as you can while your eyes are on hers. As soon as you realise you won’t be able to do it any longer, you clear your throat before getting up from the bed and picking up your stuff from the floor.

“I…I have to go. I'm going to work early tomorrow.” you inform, putting on your tee-shirt.

“We can go to sleep now if you want.”

“No, I need to get home. I don’t have my stuff here.”

“Can we see each other in the next few days?”

“I don’t think so, I’m quite busy,” you lie, zipping up the fly of your pants. “I… bye.” you stutter.

You don’t give Natasha the time to say goodbye to you and run away from her hotel room. You search for your car keys in your bag as the tears are gathering in your eyes. They start running down your cheeks once you leave the parking lot.

You knew it. You knew it would end up in a heartbreak if you continued and it didn’t stop you. Why do you have such a fragile heart? Why do you have to get attached to people so easily? Why can’t you keep an emotional distance? Natasha seems to handle things just fine so why not you?

Once you’re at home, your tears have stopped though, your cheeks are still wet. You get ready to go to sleep and before you can lay down on your bed, you take your phone. You’re about to open your contacts when you get a text from Natasha.

Message from Natasha to you, 00:30 A.M.:

I hope we’ll have more time next time :) 

You don’t have the strength to answer. Reluctantly, you delete the conversation and her number - not without doubting for several seconds. You put down your phone and try to fall asleep despite your heart being broken into a thousand pieces.

Four months have passed since your last time with Natasha and you are more or less over it. 

Except if you consider your current state, you could say you’re still hurting. Saying you were drunk would be an understatement. You don't know how many drinks you’ve had but you know if you try to walk, you’ll fall. And all of this because of one damn message. Technically, you could have disregarded it. You don’t have Natasha’s number anymore so the sender was shown as an unknown number and the text wasn’t saying anything special. Her text was a simple and innocent “hey 😘” but it was enough for you to know who it was and to hurt you even more. You felt like you were finally moving on and your reaction proves you it was just a feeling. 

You’re alone at the table even if you came with your friend Sarah. She’s currently dancing with a man she just met. At first, she didn’t want to leave you alone, knowing you were drowning your sorrows. However, you promised her she could have fun without feeling guilty whilst you were ordering your sixth drink. 

You’re staring at your hands who are holding your drink while you’re lost in your thoughts. You should have never started this fling with Natasha. This sentence is playing continually in your mind since you left the hotel room four months ago.

The day after your last time, you went to meet your friends and you told them how sad you were whilst they were holding you in their arms. Both of them affirmed you had to move on, the very thought you feared. A part of you was hoping they’d encourage you to fight for your potential story with Natasha. Unfortunately, your friends were realistic.

You slowly keep drinking when you feel a presence next to you. Turning your head, you find Natasha and you think maybe you shouldn’t finish your drink. You’re in such an inebriated state that you start having hallucinations. You didn’t think it was possible. 

“Hey, how are you?”

Maybe it’s not a hallucination after all. Natasha’s voice seems real.

“Oh, hi!” you exclaim, trying to be casual.

“I take this as it’s not your first drink.”

“Well, it’s possible. Probable.”

“Don’t you think you should go home? Did you come alone?” she questions, searching for one of your friends.

“With Sarah.”

“Do you want me to bring you home?”

“No, I’m gonna wait for Sarah.” you quickly reply, remembering you need to keep your distance.

“She seems busy.” Natasha notes, looking at your friend. “Wait here.”

Natasha walks away from you and goes to Sarah before you can’t stop her. You see her talking and your friend looking at you before reluctantly nodding. Quickly, Natasha comes back to you and takes your drink away from your hands. You’re about to complain when she helps you to stand up.

“Come on, we’re going home.”

“But I have to go home with Sarah.” you oppose.

“I told her I’ll bring you home.” she informs, surprising you.

“She agreed?”

You wouldn’t have thought Sarah would have accepted, knowing she keeps saying how you absolutely have to forget Natasha. Your state must be more pathetic than you thought.

“Considering how drunk you are, we agreed it’d be better to bring you home now. Come on.”

You don’t have the strength to fight back so you give in and follow Natasha in her car. Once you’re buckled up, Natasha starts the vehicle. Your head resting against the car window, you contemplate the night, your mind all fuzzy.

After a few minutes, you tear your gaze away from the night sky and look at Natasha. You admire every inch of her skin whilst she’s focused on the road.

“You really are beautiful.” you state straight away.

“Oh, huh, thanks.” Natasha replies, embarrassed.

“How can you be so beautiful? And that’s not it! You’re also intelligent, funny and you have so many other qualities.”

“Why do I feel like you’re accusing me of something?” she asks, hearing your tone full of reproach.

“Because if you were less perfect it’d be easier.”

“I’m far from perfect. And what do you mean by ‘it’d be easier’?”

“Stop the car.” you retort, feeling the need to throw up.

“What?”

“Stop the car! Pull up!”

She just has the time to stop the car that you’re already outside. You can only take two steps before throwing up. Natasha quickly comes behind you and holds back your hair. Once you’ve finished vomiting, you breathe for a few seconds before standing up, a shameful expression on your face.

“Sorry, that was not sexy.”

“It’s okay. You’re feeling any better?” she worries, examining your face.

“Puking helped.”

“Here.” Natasha says, giving you a tissue. “I think I have a bottle of water in my car and some mints, do you want some?”

“Yes, please.”

While you’re wiping your mouth, Natasha goes to grab the bottle and the mints. As soon as she hands you the bottle, you rinse your mouth before taking a mint. You don’t move for a few minutes, wanting to make sure your stomach won’t empty itself again.

“You feel ready to go?” she questions, stroking your cheek.

“I think so but drive slowly, it’s safer.”

“Tell me if you need to stop again.”

Delicately, Natasha takes your hand and accompanies you to the car. This time, you stay silent the whole ride. You’re focused on the landscape and Natasha doesn’t dare to disturb your mind. As the road goes on, your eyelids get heavier and you end up falling asleep.

The moment Natasha arrives at your place, she slowly wakes you up. You lightly groan before opening your eyes. Natasha helps you to go to your door whilst you’re still asleep on your feet. She brings you to your bathroom where she helps you to get ready to go to bed - and where you can finally brush your teeth. You get into your bed whilst Natasha carefully puts the sheet on you. She’s about to leave when you squeeze her hand.

“Stay.” you mutter with sleepy eyes. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m staying here, I’m just gonna sleep on the couch.”

“Please, stay with me.” you insist, trying to bring her to you.

“Are you sure about this?”

As a simple answer, you nod. Natasha takes her shoes and her pants off, leaving her only with her underwear and her tee-shirt, before joining you in the bed. Laying down next to you, you search for Natasha’s hand. She understands what you want and puts her hand on your waist, pressing your back against her torso. At her touch, you let go of a peaceful sigh.

“By the way, I really need to give you your jacket back.” you say with a sleepy voice. “I can’t keep it just like I shouldn’t have you this close to me.” you resume, making her frown. “I care about you, you know. More than I should. I like you, Nat’.”

Upon these words, you fall asleep. Behind you, Natasha wonders if she heard you right and more specifically if you meant it. After all, it might just be the effect of alcohol? Though, she can’t stop a smile from forming on her face before holding you closer to her.

The following morning, you wake up with one of the biggest hangovers you’ve ever had. You’ve definitely reached the age where you can’t drink as much without the after-effects. You slowly open your eyes, fearing the daylight might burn them. Thankfully, there is just enough light to see without hurting you. Glancing at your night stand, you find a glass of water and a medicine which you take without an ounce of hesitation after you sit down.

As soon as you put down the glass, the bathroom door opens on Natasha, making your eyebrows furrowed. You don’t recall going home with her. Seeing the panic in your eyes, Natasha gets closer to you with a reassuring smile. 

“Nothing happened. I just helped you to get home.”

“Oh, okay. What about Sarah? Does she know…”

“She knows, yes. I warned her before we left. How are you feeling today?” Natasha asks, sitting in front of you in the bed.

“Like I had too much to drink last night.” you laugh and she does the same.

“I can imagine. Do you remember anything about last night?”

“Huh, some parts, but…”

You stop mid-sentence as you try to remember what happened. Some moments are more blurry than the others, however one of them is very clear. Your confession before you fell asleep. The heat gets to your cheeks and your hands get clammy. You hope with your whole heart Natasha didn’t hear anything. However, her pointing look makes you understand your hopes are vain.

“Tell me I didn’t say that. Can we pretend like I didn’t say anything?”

“Why?” she asks, confused.

“Because it’s embarrassing and because it could never work between us.”

“Who said it couldn’t work?”

“You did.” you state as if it was obvious. “You said you didn’t want a serious relationship or a long distance one.”

“Is that why you haven’t been answering my texts?”

“What would have come out of it anyway? Besides breaking my heart.” you say, avoiding her gaze. “I know I told you I didn’t want anything serious when we started seeing each other and it was true at first but I like spending time with you, being next to you, listening to you talk even though I know I shouldn’t. I should have stopped what we had when my feelings changed. I’d understand if you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.” you whisper, tearing up.

“Y/N…” she starts, taking your hand. “I’m sorry for giving you the impression I didn’t want you. I panicked the second I realised my feelings for you. I thought you didn’t want anything serious so I kept my distance whilst staying close to you and in doing so I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry. But I do want a serious relationship with you. No matter if there is the distance, I want to try with you because you’re worth it. I care about you.” Natasha confesses, making you look up at her.

“Don’t say this to make me feel better. I was drunk when I said it and-”

Natasha’s lips are on yours before you can add another word. Surprised, you need a second before kissing her back. Natasha’s hands find their way to your hips whilst yours get lost in her hair. You kiss each other for a few seconds before breaking the kiss. You keep your eyes closed for a bit longer, enjoying the feeling. It might not be your first kiss with Natasha yet, this one feels different from the ones you shared before.

“Do you believe me now when I tell you I like you too or do you need more proof?”

“I think I need more proof, yes.” you smile with heart eyes.

“Well, in that case…” Natasha resumes before pressing her lips on yours once more.

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[bonitanightmxres]

I Know || NATASHA 'PHOENIX' TRACE

PAIRING: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: Your growing crush on nat is hard to ignore, but everything changes after a little game.

WARNINGS: suggestiveness, dirty thoughts, smut, 18+ MDNI, fingering, sexual content, oral sex fem receiving, face-riding, language, alcohol, switch!phoenix

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

The crash of the waves against the rocks is peaceful, despite the loud hollers and laughter from the Dagger Squad. You all hold a pose for a group photo on the shore of the pacific in front of the Airbnb you all pitched in for. Nat’s arm hung around your neck, her fingers dangling freely off you, just barely brushing the exposed skin from your bikini top. You smiled at the camera, but held your breath—you found yourself doing that a lot lately when you were around Jake’s crew of friends. It was only days ago, however, that you realized that it wasn’t his friends who made you feel like you couldn’t breathe—it was Natasha. 

Being a longtime friend of Jake’s, he was the one to introduce you to them all many months ago, and it was him you blamed for getting you into this love-sick mess. If he hadn’t meddled in your social life—or your lack of one, you’d be at home right now. Alone, sure, but definitely not pining over a pilot who was definitely out of your league. It really wasn’t his fault, you knew that, but you wished it was. It wasn’t like you planned on falling for Natasha, it just happened over the course of getting to know her. Hell, you didn’t even have a crush on her the first day you’d met her–sure, she was pretty, there was no denying that. But you didn’t know her, know her.  

Not the way you do now.

Nat jogged over to the beachgoer she tasked with taking the photo, getting her phone back, while the rest scattered around the area you all claimed as your own and continued their game of dogfight football. She lifts her sunglasses up, and examines the photo in her camera roll. You watch as she rests a hand on her hip, swiping her finger on the homescreen, undoubtedly sending the picture out to everyone already. She made her way back to where you sat, walking ever so slowly, swaying her hips as she did so. You could swear she was doing it on purpose, but then, maybe you were just crazy. Black is definitely her color, you thought. The thin strings of her bikini top were tied together and held their position by nothing more than a whole lot of faith. The curve of her breasts is obvious, and the realization that you’re even thinking about her like this makes your cheeks heat up. God, it was like everything she did lately was sexual, like she knew what you were thinking. Innocently inviting you to go shopping, but picking the most sinful dress, or going to the beach and teasing you with the tiny pieces of fabric that barely covered her. It was the best kind of torture, but one that made you lose sleep—especially when her room was directly next to yours. 

“Careful, now.” Hangman's voice startled you as he came up from behind you, drink in hand.

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me,” he says, a smirk on his face. “You’re practically drooling.”

You scoff, “Yeah, right. Am not.”

Hangman chuckles and leans in to whisper in your ear, “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had a bit of a crush.” 

Eyes going wide, you become tense, and laugh it off. “On Nat? No, no.”

Jake takes a long sip of his beer, narrowing his gaze on you, as if trying to search for the truth. But his smirk says it all. “I didn’t say anything about Phoenix.”

FUCK. 

“Wait a minute, I-”

Hangman walked away from you, toward the rest of the group, completely ignoring your pleas and desperate attempts to keep him from saying anything. Jesus fucking Christ, it’s like he can walk twice as fast now that he has something to hold against you, and your feet are suddenly made of bricks–no matter how fast you try to walk in sandals on the beach, all you manage to do is kick up sand and put more distance between you and him. When you finally catch up to him, Hangman’s already talking to the rest of the group—Nat included. She turns in your direction, flashing a smile.

“And here she is,” Hangman pats your shoulder. “We’re gonna play a little game. That is, if you can handle it.”

Oh god. 

—

Jake’s great idea of a game turned out to be nothing more than Truth or Dare or Shot–a stupid game you hadn’t played since college. It worked just like truth or dare, but you could pass on a dare or a question by taking a shot. Poor Bob took the brunt of it, nearly passing out after three shots; Fanboy nearly got caught skinny-dipping in the ocean and decided he’d be taking shots if he was dared to do something stupid again; Coyote and Payback had a mini competition going on against Rooster and Hangman, trying to see which pair could last the longest without taking a shot. Phoenix was fearless, completing every dare, and every truth, making you wonder how she made it all look so easy. You, on the other hand, were barely making it out alive. Answering the questions as vaguely as possible and managing to only take two shots when Rooster dared you to cliff jump and when Fanboy asked if you would ever date a pilot. Still, anxiety rushed through you every time Jake asked you a question or dared you. With a taunting look in his eyes, he enjoyed watching you squirm and die a little on the inside at the idea of coming forward with your little secret.

Now, he decided, that was about to change. 

“Alright, Phoenix,” Hangman speaks to her, but his eyes are on you. Normally you’d think you were safe, but the way he says her name has you thinking otherwise. “I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.” 

She scoffs like it’s no big deal, “That’s the best you got?”

Nat stands from her seat, walking in a circle around the rest of you in your chairs, making you all wonder where she was gonna stop. At this point you don’t know if you hate Jake for that or what. Really, it can go one of two ways–either he forces the secret out of you, or she kisses one of the guys. You weren’t sure which was worse. Weaving in between the seats, Nat brushes her fingers along the chairs, sometimes touching the shoulders of the one everyone thinks she’s going to kiss. Hangman and Rooster sat on either side of you, and you could easily say with confidence that she would end up kissing one of them–they had a flirty friendship like that.

Before you can even process what’s going on, Nat is straddling you in your seat, taking everyone by surprise. The buzzing laughter and conversations come to a stop, but Nat just grins–she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her hands snake around your neck and her touch feels just as electrifying as when you posed for the photo. Nat’s dark hair is loose, hanging just off her shoulders as she tilts her head, and you can smell the saltwater on her. It’s both intoxicating and addicting, making you forget all about the nervous feelings you had for her. She grabs your hands, placing them on her waist, leaning into you so much that her boobs are practically in your face, teasing you. 

Nat makes direct eye contact with you, enjoying the way you try and evade it, as if her ass isn’t using your thighs as a seat. Leaning into your ear, she whispers, “I know.” 

This grabs your attention, your eyes go wide—exactly like she planned, and using your weakness to her advantage, she presses her lips softly against yours. As if you weren’t already totally under her command, you’re absolutely fucked now. Her lips are soft, and you melt like putty against her, accidentally letting out a noise of approval when she flicks her tongue at your bottom lip. You taste a mixture of the alcohol and her chapstick and it’s overwhelming, taking over your senses.

The only thing that makes you come back is the scattered “coughs” from the guys who sat around you. 

“I said kiss the hottest person, not start a porno in front of everyone.” Jake says as his Phoenix climbs off of you. 

“What? Did we make you hard, Bagman?” Phoenix retorted, winking at you before she sat back down at her own seat. 

Jake didn’t even know what to say, and there was no answer that was going to be good enough—he could say no, but then there was the truth…

— 

When you lay down for bed, you can’t sleep. How could you? All you can think about is the fact that Nat knows. She knows. All those months of getting to know each other, spending time together, looking back on it, your crush is pretty obvious. It really couldn’t be as bad as you were thinking right? The girl you’d had a crush on for months literally just kissed you. She’d practically made out with you in front of everyone, and needless to say, your ego took a much needed boost. The feeling of Nat’s soft skin under your grip was imprinted into your mind, and if you closed your eyes and thought hard enough, it was like you could feel her lips against yours again. Just thinking about her makes you press your thighs together and squirm in bed. Sliding your hand down the waistband of your sleeping shorts, your fingers draw light circles around your throbbing clit through the dampening fabric, sending a shiver throughout your body. Your breath quickens as your fingers roam up and down your pussy, but before you can do anything more, there’s a light knock at your door. More than likely, it was Jake, back to tease you again about Nat—he’d already made cryptic comments before you all decided it was time to call it a night. You turn on a dim lamp on the desk, before making your way to the door, “I swear if you’re here to just bother me, I-” 

Oh. It’s not Jake at the door, but Nat. 

“Sorry, did I wake you? I can go.” She says. 

“N-no! No, sorry, I thought you were Hangman.” 

“And why would Hangman be coming to visit you at three in the morning?” Nat crosses her arms, intrigued, and you can’t help but notice the outline of her nipples through the tank top. She walks past you and into your room, closing the door behind her. “Better question, what are you still doing awake?” 

“I-uh, I can’t sleep.” It’s not a total lie, but were you really gonna admit you’d been lying there, trying to get off at the thought of her? No. 

“Funny,” she circles back to where you still stand by the closed door. “I can’t either. All I keep thinking about is our hot little make out earlier tonight.” Nat smirks, knowing how heated your cheeks must feel right now.

To say you’re speechless is a fucking understatement, you can’t even breathe when she’s barely inches away from you, taunting you to make the first move. . 

Nat lets out a small chuckle, “C’mon, I know you loved it, babygirl. I know I make you wet.” The air exhaled from her lips is warm against your face. Her hand ghosts over your arm, making your skin tingle as she slides her hand lower and lower, ever so slightly tugging off your shorts and grazing her fingertips over your clothed pussy. “See,” her fingers are warm as she slips them down your panties, rubbing up and down the wetness that pools between your thighs. “You’re soaking.”

Biting back a moan, you close your eyes, throwing your head back against the door, but the moan escapes anyways, “Fuck, Nat.” You’d dreamt of this for so long, and now you could barely tell if it was real life or just another dream. But the way she curls her fingers inside your cunt and teases your mouth with her tongue proves that it's your sweet reality. 

“I think we need to finish what we started,” Nat is slow to pull the tank top off her body, revealing her breasts and hardening nipples all to you. Completely on display, she reaches for the hem of your own shirt and slips it over your head, “What do you think about that?” You don’t even need to answer her–the moan that escapes your lips as she presses hot kisses to your neck says it all. Guiding her to your bed, you kiss her feverishly, like somehow she would disappear if you didn’t. Nat moans loudly as you explore her mouth, making you grin against her. Never in a million years would you have thought that you could elicit moans out of Phoenix of all people. She was a confident pilot and an even more confident woman, and she was coming undone at your touch right under you. Using your thumbs to massage her breasts, you take one into your mouth, sucking it ever so slightly. The light and gentle nature of your mouth spurs Nat, “C’mon, babygirl, more.” She brings your hand down from her breast and onto her pussy instead, arching her back as your middle and ring fingers inch their way in. It’s something you never thought you’d see, but it’s a sight you never want to forget. Phoenix is completely and utterly under your control at this moment, and it’s all the courage you need to keep going, to keep fucking her. She bites your bottom lip as you kiss her sloppily, and whines when she can’t feel you inside her anymore. Nat looks beautiful under the dim light, totally at your will. 

Trailing kisses down her abdomen, your mouth stopping at her entrance, licking a stripe in between her folds. “You’re so wet for me, Nat. You sure you weren’t thinking about this just as much as I have?” 

“G-God, you have no idea.” Phoenix bucks her hips, desperate for more friction, “I can’t stop th-thinking about you.” Her words are breathy as she tries her hardest to make complete sentences. “S-should’ve fucked you in front of e-everyone.” 

You let out a small laugh, “I don’t think Jake would’ve minded.”

He really wouldn’t have, you know that and keep it in the back of your head.

Nat’s legs shake as you swirl your tongue and suck on her clit, “F-Fuck, I-I’m, I’m not gonna last.”

“C’mon, Nat, cum for me.” The encouragement combined with the expert motions of your tongue is all she needs to let go. Her breath is hot and fast as she reaches her high, and it doesn’t take long before the pleasure leaks out of her pussy and onto your tongue, dripping like heaven. Using her elbows to prop herself up, Nat tries to catch her breath, but you’re quick to kiss her. The mixture of saliva and cum is nearly too much to handle all at once, the sweet sounds of you moaning in each other’s mouths is damn near XXX-rated. She grabs your neck, and flips you under her with such strength—a total contrast than the submissive nature of before, that you’d almost forgotten that she was in the best shape of her life and could easily do what she wanted with you. 

Phoenix throws her legs over your waist, straddling you like earlier, but the bare skin on skin contact feels even better than the tease of bikinis and denim shorts. She grabs your wrists tightly, pinning them over your head, her breasts only a kiss away. When you move forward, however, she refuses to let you take any part of her in your mouth without her say. “Nuh-uh, it’s my turn to take care of you. Get up.” 

“What?”

“Get up,” she demands, and lays on her back as you move off to the side. “Okay, come here.” You’re on autopilot, your body moves at her command before you even have time to argue or think about it. Phoenix guides you on top of her, “I want you to ride my face.” She’s nonchalant, as if this is the millionth time she’s told you to do so–in reality, it’s probably like the millionth time she’s thought about it. “C’mon, I want to taste you.”

Suddenly butterflies fill your stomach, and you feel sheepish. Nobody could blame you, though, you had never ridden a girl’s face before and you were afraid that somehow you’d suffocate her, totally ruining what you had going on with her right now. “I-I don’t know, Nat, I–”

“Don’t get shy on me now,” she says. “Were you shy when you were facedown in my cunt? Or when you moaned my name when I teased your pretty little pussy?” 

No, no you weren’t.

Alright, fuck it. 

You slide your body up, gripping the headboard of the bed for support while Phoenix’s lips meet your wet cunt. Her arms wrap on either side of your waist and press into the meat of your thighs, surely leaving bruises there later. Phoenix starts off slow, almost painfully slow, letting you relish in the feeling of ecstasy. Her tongue warm against your core, and she moans in approval, “Oh, babygirl, you taste so fucking amazing.” 

Finding your rhythm isn’t hard–grinding yourself back and forth against her mouth takes you to a new high you didn’t even think you could find. “Fucking hell, Nat. I-I-Fuck,” Your words are breathless as Phoenix’s tongue worked like magic, flicking between your slick folds and noisily sucking on your throbbing, sensitive clit. The rich sounds of her mouth smacking against your folds are nothing short of perfection. Her hands reach up and pinch your nipples, making you cry out as she sends you into a state of newfound pleasure and pain, and it’s almost too much. “God, I-I’m gonna cum.” 

“That’s it, babygirl,” she coaxes. “If you cum for me, I’ll let you suck on my tits. Can you do that for me? Can you cum on my face?”  Phoenix’s voice is sultry and demanding, like there’s some kind of drug that fills your ears as she speaks. But you don’t need much convincing. You pick up the pace, riding Nat’s face faster and she fucking loves it. It turns her on even more to see you so desperate to cum, so desperate to chase that high, but she loves the taste of it even more. Her face and tongue are slick and wet from your release as your riding comes to a stop. Grabbing her by the shoulders, you take her up on her offer, sucking on the mound of flesh and grazing your teeth on her nipple. Leaving purple marks around the valley of her breasts and her collarbone, you move to press a longing kiss onto Phoenix’s lips. She moves her hand around your neck, pulling you down and deepening the kiss. 

You and Phoenix lay beside one another, legs entangled and arms wrapped around each other’s bodies, so that not even air separates you two. The room is quiet, except for soft breathing, where you could faintly hear the ocean’s waves. 

“So how long have you known? About my crush on you?” You ask as she tenderly rubs your arm.

Phoenix smiles in the dim light, chuckling softly. “A long time.” 

---

a/n: credit to @angelic-dreams13 for giving me ideas and yelling at me to write it jejeje 🫶🏼

[topgun-imagines]

But The Dress Looks Better On You

Requested: no

Summary: You are finally able to enjoy a night out with your girlfriend. It’s only a bonus that the dress looks amazing on her. 18+

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut toward the end.

Note: inspired by Monica Barbaro’s dress at the Oscar’s.

Pairings: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x fem!reader

You hated parties. They just weren’t your scene. Ever since you were younger you had wanted nothing more than to stay out of the limelight, and going to crazy house parties didn’t seem like the way to do that. However, now that you were dating a navy lieutenant, fancy gatherings seemed to become almost a regular occurrence. You had to admit that the only thing that made these events better, was the fact that you got to attend them with Phoenix.

Natasha had been upstairs getting ready for the past 30 minutes. After you had finished your shower, she had promptly kicked you out of the bathroom, claiming that the two of you would never make it in time. Now you were sitting on the couch in the fancy dress that your girlfriend had picked for you while you stared at the clock. There was still an hour and a half before you had to be there. The sound of light music floating through the air distracted you from the steady ticking of the clock.

The thing that you were most looking forward to this evening was seeing Natasha's dress. She had purchased it a week ago, and still refused to let you see it until tonight. A thousand images were racing around your mind as you tried to picture what her dress would look like. She had worn some beautiful dresses in the past, but you had a feeling that this one would supersede all the others. Butterflies were swarming your stomach as the thought of Phoenix all dolled up filled your mind.

You two had been together for almost two years now, only finally making the decision to move in together a few months ago. In the beginning, you were hesitant to go with Phoenix to these special events. It’s not that you didn’t want to, you just were somewhat scared to meet her friends. No matter how much she assured you that they would be extremely accepting of the both of you, you couldn’t help the sliver of doubt that grew in the back of your mind. Your friends hadn’t been the most accepting people when you finally grew the courage to introduce them to Phoenix. Ever since then, you had been worried that her friends would react the same way.

But when you finally did meet her friends, you were blown away by their kindness. The group had welcomed you with open arms, each of them taking time to let you know just how happy you made Phoenix. Apparently they hadn’t seen their friend that happy in years. Bob had even pulled you aside toward the end of the night and gave you the classic speech. While everyone in the group welcomed you, they made sure that you understood what would happen if you hurt Phoenix.

You could hear the bathroom fan shut off upstairs. Instantly, the butterflies fluttered around your stomach. You waited with bated breath as her footsteps moved toward your shared bedroom. After a few minutes the soft padding of her feet turned into the sharp clicking of her heels. And then you could hear her making her way down the stairs slowly. You stood from the couch and smoothed your dress out. One last time you tried to picture what her dress would look like. But when she finally rounded the corner, it was nothing like you thought it would be.

The breath was quickly knocked out of your lungs at the sight of your beautiful girlfriend in her dress. It fit her wonderfully. The dress was two different colors, a soft light blue in the center with a darker burgundy on each of the edges. It flowed so effortlessly off her body. You traced over the lines of her dress and the curves of her hips as your mouth dropped open in awe. A few of the details that you noticed right away were the bow tie high on her waist and the fact that the blue fabric was slightly see-through. Your eyes drifted up to her face. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek high bun. There was a sheepish smile on her face as she stared at you, waiting for your response.

“Wow,” You whispered breathlessly. Stepping closer to her, your eyes continued to take in the beauty that was your girlfriend. “You look gorgeous.” You watched the blush rise on her cheeks. She smiled at you as you did a small twirl.

Once she was facing you again it was her turn to eye you up and down. Your dress was simple. It was long, so long that it brushed against the floor with every step you took. A large assortment of sparkles covered the fabric, shimmering brightly when you moved. “Thank you,” she murmured and rested her hands on your hips. The next thing you felt was the soft brush of her lips against yours as she kissed you softly. You rested your palm on her cheek as you deepened the kiss. Her tongue brushed against your bottom lip before she pulled away slowly. “You look beautiful, too.” She whispered against your lips.

You smiled gently when she pulled away. Her hand slowly ran up and down your sides before she grabbed your hands. As she brought one up to her lips and pressed a lingering kiss to it, her eyes stared deeply into yours. She pulled back and flashed you a familiar smile. “You ready to go?” You nodded softly, following behind her as she pulled you toward the car.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. Once you arrived at the venue, you and Natasha mingled for a little while before joining the rest of the Dagger Squad. After many glasses of champagne and a night full of conversation, you and Phoenix finally called it a night around 11:30. Bob offered to drive the two of you home, seeing as he had decided to be the designated driver for the night. The two of you stumbled into your home twenty minutes later.

Together, the two of you made your way upstairs. You grabbed Phoenix's hand as you led her down the hallway. Staring back at her, you offered her a smile that she had seen a thousand times before. That was the smile that you usually gave her right before heading to the bedroom. However, instead of leading her toward the bedroom, you pulled her into the bathroom. Much to her shock you quickly spun on your heel and placed your hands on her hips. Before she could even realize what was happening you had blistered her up onto the countertop. You giggled loudly, and quite drunkenly, at her stunned expression.

Your girlfriend moved her hands up to cup the sides of your face. She kissed you sweetly, both of you smiling into the kiss. When you pulled away, her eyes were dancing between your eyes and your lips. In a split-second decision, she kissed you passionately one last time. Smiling at her, you grabbed the makeup wipes from the drawer and began to carefully and gently wipe down her face. Once all the makeup residue was off, she kissed the inside of your wrists and grabbed the package. She began to wipe over your face, being extra careful around your eyes and mouth.

After a few minutes, both of your faces were make-up-free. Natasha pressed her lips against your forehead before she hopped down to the counter. Now it was her turn to lead you to the bedroom. Once there she turned to you and began to help you out of your dress. Once you were undressed, she couldn’t help but let her eyes roam over your exposed skin. You instantly grew shy, hands moving to cover yourself. She tutted quietly, pulling your hands away from where they were covering your chest.

You watched with bated breath as she lowered her head until it was level with your chest. Her eyes bore deeply into yours as she moved forward. A quiet moan fell from your parted lips when Phoenix wrapped her lips around your soft nipple. Your eyes closed as your head tipped back, soft whines and whimpers tumbling steadily from your mouth. You looked down at her when you felt her pull away. The damp feeling between your legs grew ten times when you saw the thin string of saliva connecting her tongue and your hardened nub.

She straightened up to look at you, grinning as she dipped her hand between your thighs. The feeling of her fingers dancing between your legs made you want to let out a loud cry. A few seconds later she pulled back and smirked at your flustered state. She pressed her lips to yours quickly, slipping her tongue into your mouth seconds later.

Once she pulled back, your hands immediately darted to her dress, urging her to slip the delicate fabric off. She allowed you to slip the straps off of her shoulders, exposing her beautiful tanned skin. The further the dress fell down her body, the more enthralled you became. A gentle smile overcame her face as she watched your eyes dance across her body. One of her hands came up to cup your cheek as she tilted your chin up so that you were facing her. Her plump lips settled onto yours gently as she moved you back toward the bed.

The two of you collapsed onto it, breaking the kiss seconds later. You both giggled quietly. With your foreheads pressed together, Phoenix rolled on top of you with a large smile. “I love you,” You whispered quietly. You leaned up to kiss her gently, lips moving steadily against each other. This time it was you who slipped your tongue into her mouth. One last kiss was shared before you pulled back. “So much.”

Her hand ran up and down your side. Your breath hitched when her fingers began dancing across your lower abdomen. Her words were soft and her breath fanned across your face as she spoke. “I love you too.” The next thing you felt was her hand slipping between your thighs once more. She offered you a devious smile as she began shimmying her way down your body. You cried out when you felt her tongue brush through your folds. Natasha grabbed one of your hands, bringing it down so that your fingers were tangled in her hair. She groaned when you tugged harshly, the sound vibrating against your sensitive cunt. You cried out when her lips wrapped around your clit. One thing was for sure, you wouldn’t be forgetting this night any time soon. Maybe parties weren’t so bad after all.

A/n: Thank you all for reading! This is my first time writing for Phoenix. Please feel free to send in any feedback. Requests are open.

[that-one-random-writer]

Jump scare

Just a drabble. Scary movie with some smutty insinuating.

Pheonix x (Fem!) Reader (callsign York)

The dim light of the hard deck bar began to fade in the distance. You walked out to the parking lot, not ready for the night to end. You lifted your gaze to the water. The waves cast vibrations across the air.

"Pheonix, come on!" You grab her hand and pull her to where the sand meets the water. With each push and pull of the waves, the drinks take more of a toll on your legs.

"York, how drunk are you?" She giggled as her newfound best friend of a few months searched for sea life.

"I've had a few too many. Im fine." You had no luck finding sea life. Settling your eyes on the sky, watching the stars twinkling down.

"I think I need to get you home. Come on." She wrapped her arm around your shoulder. Laughing at your pleads to not leave.

"I'm not that drunk. I'm fine. I just really don't want this night to end, you know." You say objecting to her pleas of taking you home.

"Why don't you come stay the night with me? We can watch that new movie." Happiness fills your face as she speaks.

"Yes. The one with the creepy forest." You start willingly walking to her car.

She opens the door to her house. Her living room is warm. You step in and sit comfortably on her couch. She grabs two waterbottles from her fridge and sits next to you. "You need water to sober you up some." She sips her water and leans back. Putting the water to the side, grabbing the remote, putting the movie on the TV screen.

The dark, dim colors shoot through the dark room. "Okay, I get scared at movies, don't you laugh at me." You speak up leaning back.

Nats' arm was thrown across the back of the couch. She wrapped it around you as you leaned back. "I'm not gonna laugh. I'm gonna be scared, too." She looks back at the screen, jumping as the first scene already had a jump scare.

You started laughing up at her.

"You told me not to laugh. What the hell." Her giggles popping through words.

"Sorry, that was just cute." She rolled her eyes playfully, looking back at the screen.

You jumped at the next scare. You grabbed her shoulder, your leg wrapping over her legs. She laughs this time.

"S‐sor.." You meet her gaze, her face so close to yours. "ry." You finished softly. Her laughing ceased meeting your gaze. You looked down to her lips that were inches from hers. Her hand fell to your hip.

"Would you be mad if I kissed you?" Her words pressed boundaries. You shook your head softly. She looked down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. The gap slowly closed as you both pressed the boundaries further. Her soft lips moved in sync with yours. She pulled your bottom lip in, nipping softly at the flesh. Your body tensed in pleasure as she gripped at your hips, pulling your body to straddle hers.

[infin1ty-garden]

Hey ! Sooo since I know you write for Natasha Trace X fem reader. Would you like to write something like Natasha is playing at the beach with the boys. Reader is also ther laying in the sun. The boys always throw the ball in her direction and one time it nearly hit her, like her leg. Phoenix comes to get the ball and starts flirting with her

If you feel uncomfortable with it or just don't like it, you don't have to. Thanks for the time and have a great day. 🫶🏻

THOSE EYES

⋆.ೃ࿔* summary: [ in request ] ⋆.ೃ࿔* pairing: natasha trace x fem! reader ⋆.ೃ࿔* warnings: none ⋆.ೃ࿔* word count: 354 ⋆.ೃ࿔* author note: i don't know how to write flirting. sorry, i tried. also sorry it took a while

masterlist.

It had been a while since the dagger squad had seen each other. A few of them had managed to get together and decided to spend this reunion on a beach. Jake was the one to suggest it, unsurprisingly. But a beach day wasn't such a bad idea, especially since the view was amazing.

"Are you gonna talk to her or just keep staring?" Bradley asked, lightly pushing Natasha closer to the girl, her eyes keep drifting to. "I have no idea what you're talking about," Natasha pushed him back. "Quit the fighting ladies!" Jake teased them, only to be tackled by Bradley.

As they continued playing she kept glancing in your direction. It didn't help that the boys keep throwing the ball closer and closer to you. Now, they almost hit you. "What gives?!" You yelled as Natasha goes over to apologise. "Sorry, about them."

"It's fine," you answered but she didn't leave. In fact she started moving closer. "Can I help you?" You could tell she was nervous when she started throwing the ball from one hand to another. She was beautiful but the word would be a disservice to her. As it has been used to death.

In all your ogling you didn't manage to catch what she'd said. "Can you repeat that?" She rubbed the side of her arm. Clearly you weren't helping with the nerves. "I said...I noticed you keep looking at me and my friends. If there's a problem, we could move or something."

Natasha was screaming internally. What was she doing? Why was she so nervous? This isn't the first time she's flirted with a woman. So, why were years of practice failing her? Her friends noticed too. "She's gonna crash and burn," Jake commented. "You weren't any better with me," Bradley rebutted.

"No problem at all. I very much like what I see," you raked your eyes over her body to emphasise your point. A blush spread on her face as she tried to hide it. "Would you like to go out sometime?" Natasha finally found the words that previously left her. "More than like."

Thank for reading & requesting!

[nykie-love-anime]

Short Imagine 2

“Do you love Rooster?” the question caught you off guard making you turn to your best friend.

 “Yeah, I do… Why?” you answered Phoenix.

 “Bagman.” Natasha called to the cocky pilot. “You owe me $200. I told you.”

 Jake sighed and looked at the brunette pilot. “We all love Rooster.” Making you smile at him even though they fight like an old married couple he still admits that he likes Bradley.

 “You should have asked her if she is in love with him.” Hangman said to her.

 “Oh.” You trailed off. “I thought that was implied when you asked me the question Nat.”

 The two pilots just looked at each other in silence not knowing what to say.

 What they did not know was that you and Bradley had been going out for almost three years, but it looks like the cat is out of the bag now.

 Just as you were about to say something to Natasha, in came Rooster wrapping his arms around your waist grinning like a madman.

 “Looks like you own Phoenix $200 Hangman.” Bradley said leaning into you and whispering his love for you in your ear.

 Causing a blush to appear and you cuddled further into Bradley.

  “Damn it.” Muttered Hangman as he pulled out the cash to hand it to a grinning Natasha.

 “Don’t worry man I love you too.” Said Bradley just to rub salt in his wounds.

 “Man screw you.” Mumbled the blushing pilot knowing that he is never going to hear the end of his screw up.

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[lenafromthenordiccoven]

I wish you would write a fic where Phoenix and Bob fall for the same girl. (Key words: why choose? 😉)

ohhhhhhhh, i can definitely do that! i know what i'm gonna write on the train on the weekend 😏

Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence "I wish you would write a fic where..."

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Remember the Hangman and Phoenix competing for fem!reader fic? Welp, back with more…

@sylviebell @melodiousoblivionao3

I Can Take You Home

“Another drink?” Hangman offers, gesturing to your empty glass. You’ve been tucked into a corner of your friend’s wedding laughing with him longer than you realized. He’s looking a little smug to have monopolized your attention so easily, but you can’t resist a pair of green eyes and a cocky grin.

“You know offering a girl another drink you’re not paying for doesn’t say much,” you tell him to take back some of the upper hand.

His eyes spark with the challenge. “So what does it take to impress you? You’ve already got half the room swarming you for a dance.”

You smirk, a little proud of that. If he only knew you’re not usually the center of attention the way you’ve been here. Arching an eyebrow, you get to your feet. “Isn’t that for you to figure out? Are we getting those drinks?”

It’s the right thing to say to a man you’ve already figured out would be competitive about who ties their shoe faster. Smoothing your gown on the way to the bar gives you an excuse to draw his attention to the way it hugs your ass perfectly.

People have told you there’s something intriguing about your gaze. They can feel you looking at them. But you’re well aware sticking to the basics can be just as effective.

As soon as you’re clear of the narrow pathways between the tables and chairs, he lays claim to your waist. You don’t mind. You’ve scoped the room, and you’re happy hooking this fish.

You’re looking up at him to call out his hand on your hip when you spot her. You can feel her eyes following every curve of your body down to the peak of your toes from the hem of your gown as you walk.

And you’re distracted from whatever Hangman is saying. Because she’s breathtaking in a gown that floats elegantly around her and tantalizingly exposes just enough of the perfect, delicate globes of her breasts to make you crave more.

Your eyes travel back to hers, and she gives you a sweet half smile of acknowledgment. She’s caught you looking and wants to know what you think. You bite your lip.

“Everything okay down there?” Hangman breaks through your daze.

You’re still trying to pull your brain together when you notice her set down her empty glass and start to glide your way. There’s something commanding in the way she walks. The world’s royals could learn a thing or two from the way her presence slows everything around her.

“Hangman,” she says, just loud enough to call his attention without drawing other people’s. Her voice plays its way all the way down your spine in a shiver.

“Phoenix,” he says, the undercurrent of friendly sarcasm in his voice as hot as her name. Phoenix. That’s exactly what she looks like, a mythical creature called from the flames.

You only half realize that you step forward so his hand falls from your waist. She turns her full attention on you, and you feel your heart thrumming to the siren call of her dark eyes. “Is this your plus one?” Phoenix asks, though the tuck of amusement in the corners of her expressive lips say she already knows the answer to that.

“We just met,” spills out of your mouth before you realize the question wasn’t meant for you. But it seems to be all the answer she needs. Something mischievous unfolds in the creases of her face.

Hangman doesn’t seem to notice. “She’s a friend of the groom’s. We were on our way to get another drink.”

“They taste so good, don’t they?” Phoenix says. Her faintly glossed lips must taste so good.

“So good,” you agree dumbly. You nearly jump when Hangman’s hand slides around your waist again, and this time you’re self-conscious about it.

Phoenix’s eyes flick down to the motion then back to your face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to hold you up,” she says to Hangman. Then to you, “I love that dress on you.”

She daintily lifts her gorgeously expansive burgundy skirt with a small wave and floats away. You have to remind yourself not to follow her over your shoulder. “You know her?” you ask to keep your attention on Hangman.

“One of the Navy’s best pilots,” he says, “but she doesn’t need to know I think that.” You let him guide you to the bar, but your mind is on whispering that little secret into her ear as your mouth traces the soft curve of her jaw.

While Hangman orders your drinks, you scan the crowd for her. She’s on the dance floor, swaying to the music with her dark gaze trained on you. Your move her smile says.

Hangman touches your arm and slides the stem of your wine glass into your fingers. “Ready to hit the dance floor?” Many guys are intimidated by the prospect, but to his credit, he sounds eager. With Phoenix watching your lips and him watching your neck, you take your first sip of wine.

“Let’s show ‘em how it’s done,” you agree and take another sip for Phoenix’s benefit.

He’s a good dancer. Not only does he have rhythm, he spins you without ever losing track of which hand is holding your wine. He dances close, filling your nose with the delicious scent of his cologne. You can’t get enough of it. Your hips move in sync to a banger you danced to in middle school.

A chuckle interrupts. “There’s no prize for best dancers. You don’t have to show off so hard.” It’s Phoenix.

“Can’t help what comes naturally,” he smirks, but he reaches out to take your hip and draws you closer.

“You wouldn’t look half so good without me,” you counter with a laugh and turn in his loose hold so you’re facing Phoenix. “Are you coming over to show off too?”

Phoenix’s eyes dart above your head, and Hangman presses his chest to your back. His hand slides lower and tighter over your pelvis. It’s only then that you also realize he’s just an option and your other one might be standing right in front of you, an invitation in the lift of her lips.

A light of triumph flashes through her gaze, and she lifts her arms in the air and yeah, you immediately imagine her stretched out beneath you but without the narrow bands of fabric covering her chest. And that leads to your fingers flexing with the anticipation of loosening the tape holding the cloth in place and sliding her dress off her shoulder, watching it fall around her waist as her arms come out to circle your shoulders. The softness of your chests pressing together as your lips finally meet, her tongue as teasing as the lilt of her voice.

You turn to Hangman and hold up your drink. “Can you hold this for me? I have to go to the bathroom real quick.” Watching Phoenix, he takes your glass and presses a stomach-dropping kiss on the place where your ear meets your jaw.

“Don’t get lost,” he warns.

“I’ll try not to if you try not to forget about me while I’m gone.”

Reluctantly, he releases you. Phoenix raises an eyebrow.

“Bathroom,” you tell her.

“I’ll help you with your dress.”

You barely manage to keep your pace even as you feel her follow you out.

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Wolf-Verse Headcanon

A/N: This was a thought that came to mind a while ago and then I finished it. Mainly about when the three first met and first heat. This is very random and more could come to it or not.

Reader can seen as Mickey's cousin or long time best friend (this came out of left field for me)

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Bob and Natasha are alphas and you’re an omega, but everyone thinks he’s a beta with how quiet he is

The two knew each other for a while, of course, seeing as they work together and hangout all the time

Naturally they got closer and found themselves drawn to one another even if no ones heard of two alphas being together (for as long as they have)

Then low and behold, they smelled a sweet and enticing scent, and their duo slowly became a trio

You were at Mickey’s birthday party, invited by his fiancée and were one of the first few people to arrive and help with setting it up

Leaving the dagger squad to bring him home

Not many people had met you, mainly due to the fact of your status which makes Mickey so so protective

Another reason why so few members of the squad had heard little about you

You’re the only unclaimed omega in the house, making Mickey slightly worry but can’t focus on that when everyone’s pulling him into conversation and fun activities

You were in the kitchen while everyone else was outside playing games and drinking, enjoying their day off

The birthday boy's fiancée knows how much of a sweet tooth you have and leaves a special plate off to the side for you

Your wolf was purring at, what you thought was due to you satisfying your craving but was actually because the two walked in the house

They turn into the kitchen, following your scent

You open your eyes sensing a shift in the room

You finish your last bite, covering your mouth

“What’s a little omega like you doing in here?” The female asks, fixing herself and, who you assumed to be, her boyfriend a drink.

He steps closer to you and she copies, leaving you cornered by two

You don’t respond, instantly amusing the two.

“Looks like someone has a sweet tooth.”

Mickey shouts over his shoulder with his girl beside him. They stop and stare.

He shakes his head at the two and tell his fiancée to grab you and leave the kitchen

You grab another cupcake and follow her

“You’re not going anywhere near her.”

The change in their eyes earns a groan of annoyance from him. “For fucks sake.” He sighs, “at least take care of her and treat her right.”

“Who do you think we are?” Bob asks, pulling out a bag of chips from the pantry.

Mickey grabs the two and forces them into the living room with him

They scan the room for you and spot you instantly

You’ve never been as warm as you were that day (and it wasn’t a cold day)

Everyone made sure to steer clear of interacting too much with you and even as most of them left, you had one or both following you

The only time you were alone was when you were in the kitchen, helping Mickey clean up while Bob and Natasha are outside, chatting with Bradley and Javy as they wait for Jake

“What do you think?”

“About what,” you ask. You have a feeling he’s talking about.

“You know what? How do you feel? Anything I need to take care of?”

You shake your head, “no. No. Everything’s fine. I just- is this normal?”

“Is what normal?”

“Everything.”

His head bobs from side to side. “It's better than everything that went on with Rooster and Hangman. God, they were annoying.”

“That’s not helping me.”

“Okay, fine.” He sets down the container. “I think this is good for you.”

“Huh?”

“You’re finally going to have people who can help take care of you and I’m talking about when I’m not here.”

“Mick-”

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “You know I’m always worried about you when I’m gone and that’s why we have that guest room for you. This is good. You know Bob.”

“I don’t know Bob.”

“Correction, you’ve heard about Bob and Nat but now, you can learn more about them from them. You see where I’m going with this.”

You roll your eyes, “I do.”

“You sure?”

You shove his shoulder.

You get their number after they drop you off at home

Thus, the start of an odd friendship

And then came the moment you weren’t ready for… your heat with two powerful alphas nearby

They didn’t know you were close or even having it until they showed up to your place after coming back from their recent deployment

They slammed the door shut as soon as your scent hit their noses

Bob was the first to make his way to your room while Natasha locked the door and made sure everything else was too (her arms full of water and snacks as she entered)

He stood at the foot of your bed, waiting for you to give a sign of consent

“Are you just going to stand there all day?”

Your eyes widen at the sight of them, the lain in your belly getting worse and worse. “What are- what are you two doing here?”

“Helping you, if you’ll let us.” She stands by you, leaning over.

“It hurts,” you mumble.

“I know.”

“Please.”

After that day, you three were together all the time

Your nest has never been more comforting and they can’t bring themselves to be upset because you look adorable

They buy more sweaters and hoodies just for you to steal (you pretend not to notice)

Mickey shakes his head every time he sees you three together, pretending to be upset about you three

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Doc

Summary: The discovery of your cheating wife's infidelity causes you to run to Fightertown and end up as a doctor at Top Gun. During your stay, you meet a girl in a bar or MerDer except it's you and Phoenix/Natasha

Pairing(s): Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x (fem!) reader, OC x reader

Warning(s): mentions of cheating, alcohol, language

1- "I'm just a girl in a bar"

'Shit'

That was your first thought as you landed in San Diego. Your headphones had died and your phone was clinging onto the little battery it had left. You had to make it outside quick and call Pete before your phone died.

The flight over was rough. In fact, the entire move to San Diego was rough. In your cold indifference to your wife's affairs, you hadn't pack properly, only grabbing what was available and within reach. You'd have to buy some new clothes, furniture for your newly acquired beach house, food definitely, and a new charger.

"Kid!" Pete's voice brought you out of your swarming thoughts as you smiled widely. It had been a long time, 10 years to be exact, since you'd last seen the man. He was definitely older, yet he still had the same boyish charm that your parents had told you about multiple times growing up.

"Mavy!" Your arms quickly wrapped around the shorter man. Pete let out a hearty laugh as he cradled your face in his hand. You were like the daughter he never had. The niece that called for advice when you weren't sure your parents would understand. He'd made it clear that he'd be in your corner whenever you needed him when your parents passed.

"You're so big!"

"That's what happens when you get older, old man," you teased, sticking out your tongue. Playfully glaring, Pete ruffled your hair before grabbing your bag and throwing it into the back seat of the car. "Where's your bike?"

"Didn't think it would hold all the stuff you'd bring from New York."

Shrugging, you opened the door and sat down in the passenger seat as Pete walked around and slipped into the driver's seat. "How you liking San Diego so far?"

Snorting, you turned to look at the older man, "It's not New York...You gonna show me all the good spots in Fightertown, ya?" Nodding, Pete quickly glanced at you before clearing his throat.

"Have you talked to Addison?" Feeling exhaustion and despair set into you upon hearing your wife's name, you slumped into your seat.

"Nope. She's been calling, but I'm not answering. Considering changing my number, actually."

Sighing at your response, Pete simply nodded before changing the topic to your new house.

80s music filled your ears as you stepped into bar. Pete had already gone inside, leaving you to enter by yourself. Tugging at the sleeves of your button down, anxiety filled you. This was the first time in years that you'd be entering a bar without Addison or your friends. Sure, you weren't exactly an introvert, but putting yourself out in such a social environment as a 'single woman' was filling with you stress and dread.

'Just go in. You aren't here to take any girl home. Just find Mavy, sit down, have a drink, maybe get a ride home from him or something. Relax, your (y/n) (l/n), a hot, intelligent, funny, trauma surgeon.'

Exhaling, you puffed your chest out before making your way towards the bar. Quickly spotting Pete, you sunk into the seat next to him. His attention didn't waver from the pretty woman behind the bar as you sat which caused you to lean closer to him and blow into his ear. Reeling in surprise, Pete's hand shot up to cover his ear as he turned to you, eyes full of shock and panic before realizing it was you. "Kid, when'd you get here?"

Giggling, you reached for his drink before taking a sip from it (in the process earning a harmless glare from Pete). "Just got here. Soooooo, you gonna introduce me to the pretty lady you're shooting heart eyes at?"

Scoffing, Pete snatched his drink back before downing the whole thing. "I was not "shooting heart eyes" at Penny."

"So her name's Penny? Wait, the admiral's kid you got with like a bazillion years ago?"

"It was not a bazillion years ago, you menace." Snickering at his reaction, you flagged down "Penny." Her eyes met yours as you widely smiled. Out of your peripheral vision you could see Pete pale as you opened your mouth.

"I'll have whiskey, please. Oh, and put it on the old man's tab." Penny's eyes shifted from you to Pete.

"Lucky for you, Pete's paying for everyone's round."

Eyes lighting up, you smiled widened, "Is that so! I'll have 2 then!" Nodding, Penny moved away as Pete turned to you with a forced smile.

"Don't embarrass me."

"Mavy, you already do that all on your own," you snickered, pleased with his eye roll as Penny brought your drinks over. "Thank you! I'm (y/n)." You reached over the counter to shake hands with the brunette who simply laughed at your antics.

"Penny. You a friend of Pete's?"

"He was friends with my folks and is my tour guide as I get settled into town."

Nodding understandingly, Penny leaned onto the counter. "I could tell you weren't from around here."

"It was the accent, wasn't it? You know, I never could hear the difference between accents. They all sound the same to me."

"Where you coming from?"

"New York."

"Long way from home."

"I'm here for work."

"You a pilot too?"

"What? Hell no, I'm a doctor."

"How about ringing me up before the evening rush?" Pete interrupted, his eyes following someone. Sharing a look with Penny, you shrugged as she took Pete's card. Following Pete's line of sight, you saw a tall man wearing a Hawaiian shirt with his back to you. He was surrounded by people in khakis as a blonde walked up to him. Your eyes drifted from face to face before landing on the only woman in the group. Your throat when dry as you took in her appearance. Neat dark brown hair was tucked into a perfect bun, her brown (you were guessing but were 90% they were brown) followed the blonde man as he talked, and her uniform most definitely made heads turn wherever she went.

"Who's making heart eyes now?" Pete asked from besides you, smugness dripping off of each word, causing you tear your gaze away from the beautiful woman.

"You're such a dick, Mavy," you groaned, chugging the first glass of whiskey. Before you could go back to ogling the beautiful brunette from across the room, Penny set Pete's card down in front of you two.

"It's been declined." A hyena-like laugh burst out of you as Pete's jaw fell. The sounds of a piano playing did little to distract you as Pete stammered. The man dig into his pocket, fishing out some crumpled 5s and you collapsed into even more laughter. Penny smiled at your reaction as she made her way towards a bell. "I'm afraid that won't cover it." Raising his hand to stop her from ringing it, Pete nearly jumped as the crowd erupted in cheers as the bell rang.

"OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD!" Three men in khakis made their way over, their arms hooking under Pete's as they carried him. You wiped the tears that started to form in your eyes as you grinned at Penny. As you started to get up, Penny rose a brow before you leaned on the bar's counter.

"He's kinda my ride home!"

"You can stay and clean up! I'll give you a ride after!" Biting your lip, you contemplated your options. Penny was fun, easy to talk to, liked teasing Pete just as much as you did, but you had work tomorrow morning. Your first day at your new job, in a new town, in a new city, in a new state, in your new life.

[You] I'm gonna stay a little longer. Don't wait up for me

[Mavy] You sure? Got a ride home?

[You] Yep. Penny said she'd give me a ride home after I help her close up

[Mavy] (y/n)...

[You] Don't worry! I won't embarrass you. Correction- I will but I'll make up for it and make you sound cool :)))

[Mavy] Don't you dare.

[You] Bye!!! See you tomorrow!! Thanks for the drinks :))))

Closing your phone, you quickly slipped it into your back pocket and sat back down. Penny shot you a bright smile as she said that she'd be back. Nodding, you smiled as you listened to the crowd sing along to "Great Balls of Fire." Whoever was playing the piano was good. You found yourself whispering the lyrics as you took another sip of your second glass. If you didn't slow down, the alcohol would catch up and you didn't want to be drunk in a place where you barely knew anyone.

The song came to end as the crowd cheered "Rooster" over and over again. Confused, you caught sight of the man that Pete was staring at dancing, the people surrounding him cheering him on. He looked familiar, you said to yourself, raking your brain to remember where you'd seen him before. Coming up with nothing, you left it alone (for now anyway. you were going to ask Pete about it when you saw him tomorrow) and settled on observing people.

Zoning out, you didn't realize that you'd made direct eye contact with the gorgeous woman from before. Her curious and bright brown eyes meeting yous. A smile grew on her face as she sent a nod your way. Flustered, you raised your glass to her and watched as she walked away with 4 more beers in her hands and towards the same rowdy group you'd seen her with before.

"Got your eyes on Phoenix?" Penny smirked, returning to you, the crowd slowly dying down as people left. Letting out a breathy laugh, you shook your head, your gaze falling down to your drink.

"I'm not doing that sort of thing right now."

"Why not? You're young, hot, funny, and smart."

Blushing, you rubbed your nose with your finger. A nervous habit of yours. Something Addison always teased you about. "I'm kinda in a situation," you murmured, not wanting to talk about your love life. Noticing your discomfort, Penny reassuringly pat your hand before she started asking you questions about your work.

Time seemed to whiz by as you told Penny about your college days and med school (you left out vital detail but she didn't push you for more than you'd already told her). Before you knew it, the Hard Deck was closing and the only people left in the bar was some couples paying their tabs and the group of pilots that Pete had been watching. Penny had asked you to wipe down tables, and so you moved from table to table spraying and wiping. Turning around, you nearly jumped as you saw the woman from before standing behind you.

"Hey." Shit, her voice was even more angelic than what you'd imagined. She was prettier up close too. An uneasy smile grew on her face as she waved her hand in front of you. "Hi?"

"Hi," you whispered, the breath quite literally knocked out of you. The brunette smiled at your response, a red hue starting to form on her cheeks.

"You work here?"

"What? No! I'm just helping Penny out."

"Oh, yeah, I've never seen you before, so I thought I'd ask. You new to Fightertown?"

"Yep. You?"

"Nah, I've just coming back for work."

"I figured. You a pilot?"

"Yes ma'am. Are you?"

Chuckling you tucked your hair behind your ear. It was starting to get hot in here. Like, really hot. Was it the alcohol or the girl in front of you? Honestly, you weren't sure and didn't really care. "No, I'm also here for work."

Natasha slowly nodded as she bit her lip. She looked over her shoulder to see the guys sending her a thumbs up (jake was actually looking at her with his same smug face which made her almost go back and hit him. almost) and took a deep breathe in. "So, what's your story?"

Panicked, you waved your hand in front of you. "I don't have a story. I'm just a girl in a bar," you smiled and Natasha swore her heart nearly stopped.

"I guess I'm also just a girl in a bar. Do you...Do you wanna get outta here?"

Your throat had run dry at her question and a minute passed before you answered. "Let me just tell Penny, yeah? Then, I'm all yours, sunshine." Quickly making your way back to the older woman, Natasha stared at your back before making her way back to the pool table to get her things.

Bradley proudly pat her on the back as the other guys congratulated her. Smiling and waving goodbye to them, she nearly sprinted to the door to meet you. Her arm linked with yours as you held the door open for her. Grinning, she turned to look up at you, "My place or yours?"

"Wherever you wanna go, sunshine."

I love tall reader inserts if you haven't noticed :]

[fandoms--fluff]

Could I request a Natasha Phoenix (top gun) x reader sibling reader who has a panic attack about nat going on mission?

Scary Thought

Little Sister reader x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Warnings: panic attack?

A/n: I hope you enjoy this <3

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"Hey, Roo, have you seen Y/n/n anywhere?" Phoenix walks over to her best friend who's lounging against the kitchen bar table.

"Uh, no, not recently. Why? Is something wrong?" Bradley's eyes flash with concern. "No, nothing's wrong, just curious. I'm gonna try to find her though. See you later" Nat steps out of the room, in search of her younger sister, which so happens to be you.

You're crouched down on the ground, back against the wall of the bathroom. Out of no where you're breathing started to pick up. The training your sister was telling you about went to your head 100 miles a second the moment you stepped in there. The fail rate of the mission and death that could result to whoever was chosen for it scared you more than you let on when Nat and Bradley explained the aspects of what they were doing at work.

Tears are pooled in your eyes while your heart beats so fast you can hear it booming in your ears. You shakily lift your hand up to where your heart is and tap your hand restlessly against it trying to get it to slow down. With no surprise, it doesn't work.

Nat has looked in the living room, kitchen, your room, her room, and Bradley's room, and she still hasn't had any luck. That is until she pauses outside the downstairs bathroom door. Pressing her ear against the door, she gasps.

She crashes into the bathroom as soon as she hears the erratic breathing coming from the other side of the door. Her eyes flash around the small room, searching, then her eyes finally land on your huddled up form right next to the sink. If you were a mere inch closer to the left of the sink, the door would have hit you when she made her presence known.

She immediately kneels down in front of you and rests her hands on the tops of your knees. She picks up on your rigged breathing and overflowing panic flowing out of you and gets straight to work to help you.

Her thumbs start to rub soothing circles on your kneecaps, making you look up at her from the tiled ground. "Nat" Your whimper is muffled by the incessant works of your lungs making themselves known that they're not done pumping more breath up through your throat and out of your mouth.

"Yeah, yeah it's me. I'm here now, what happened to cause this?" Concern laces your big sister's voice. It makes you feel guilty, knowing she's got so much on her plate already with the training for the suicide mission and now she has to deal with your stupid panic attack that you can't even get rid of on your own.

You shake your head in response to her, tears still flowing down your cheeks. You don't want her to know about what made you have a panic attack in the bathroom of all places. She doesn't need to feel bad about doing her damn job just because you aren't taking the news very well. What kind of sister does that? You're eighteen now for god's sake, not some 7 year old who misses her sister anymore.

And here it comes again, your breathing picks up, now having more to worry about. Why can't your dang thoughts just shut up for one second?! Sobs start to make their way up, but get caught in your throat. It burns. It burns really bad. Which of course makes more tears to glisten down your red, hot cheeks and down your chin.

"Hey, I need you to listen to me carefully, y/n/n. Okay?" Nat says. Her eyes widen at how bad you're becoming, you've never had a panic attack this bad before. Or at least that she knows of.

You do the best you can at nodding, barely hearing her through the voices in your head yelling at you for how much of a baby you're being and the sounds of you hyperventilating.

"Alright, good." She moves her hands down to your own clutched by your heart and brings them into hers. She squeezes them in a soft rhythm, catching your attention.

Your gaze makes it down to where your hands are currently engulfed in your big sister's, and you just focus on the compression patterns. It slowly draws your mind away from the thoughts running through your head about the suicide mission and instead redirects them to the new soothing your sister guides.

"Now, can you tell me how many times you pranked Jake this week?" She asks, drawing your mind away from the panic attack more. "Umm, four times" You mumble, thinking about one of the memories of him chasing you after a bucket of green goop fell on him when he stepped outside after your lead.

"That's a lot. Okay, how about how much ice cream did you have while we've been at work?" She smirks, knowing your love of the treat.

Your mind breaks away, giggling. "A lot, can't remember how much." Nat chuckles, "Why am I not surprised one bit?"

"Cause you know me so well" You jab back, a smile on your face. "Yeah, I do" She releases her hold on your hands and brings hers up to your face and wipes away all the tear streaks.

"You want to talk about it?" She asks, demeanor a hundred percent caring. You gulp and your eyes dart away from her. "Hey, it's okay if you don't want to right now, but know that I'm always here to talk if you need or want to. Same goes with Bradley. We're always here for you. I'm always here for you, you're my baby sister." She leans down and places a kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes are glistening again, but in a good way. You lean forward and crash into Nat's chest, hugging her. She wraps her arms around your neck, returning the hug. "I love you" She whispers into your hair.

"I love you too. I'm, um, not ready to you know talk. But, uh, I can let your know when I'm ready. Right?" You pull away and look up at her. "Of course you can, y/n/n. I'm always here for you" She smiles softly.

"We should probably get out of here before Bradley sends a search party out for us" Your big sister whispers as if it's a top undercover secret. "Good idea" You smile back up at her, whispering as well.

You follow her out of the bathroom and to the living room on the old, grey couch. "Everything okay?" Bradley walks into the room, a bowl of popcorn in hand.

"Yeah, I think it is" You answer quietly, tucked into your sister's side. You may be almost an adult now, but it doesn't mean you can't have the occasional cuddle with your sister. As long as it stays between the two of you and Bradley. But he wouldn't say anything anyways.

[marie-swriting]

New Future - Natasha Trace

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Summary : After Natasha's last deployment, you hope your relationship won't go down again.

Warnings : angst, sad ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 2.3k

French version

Song inspiration : It'll Be Okay by Shawn Mendes

Overexcited, you run and jump into Natasha’s arms, making her drop her bag at the same time. She chuckles before responding to your embrace. You press your lips on your girlfriend’s while keeping your arms wrapped around her neck. You hadn’t felt her lips for a month and two weeks. In other words, you missed them.

Natasha was deployed for a mission whose details are unknown to you. Furthermore, you couldn’t communicate as much as you wanted so you also missed her. Whilst you’re kissing passionately, you hear whistling around you.

“Get a room !” Hangman exclaims with humour.

To answer him, Natasha keeps kissing you and gives him the middle finger. He laughs and keeps walking with Bradley.

As soon as you break the embrace, Natasha takes your hand and picks up her bag and then you go to your car. On the way home, you let Natasha rest despite the fact you want to tell her everything she’s been missing. The smile on your lips can’t seem to go away as you’re so happy to have her back.

Once you arrive, you lightly shake Natasha, she wakes up, groggy, then you walk into your house which you’re still renovating. You bought it a month before she leaves.

You were going through a hard phase - it wasn’t the first one but it was the worst one for now - and you thought buying a property would help you get closer again. When you got the keys, it worked ; the joy of reaching another milestone and creating your own home gave you a little help.

Your relationship was hanging by a thread, not because you didn’t love each other anymore - quite the opposite, it just seemed there were some elements which weren’t working anymore, the main one being Natasha’s time-consuming job. Judging it was only a bad moment, you preferred to create a good one.

Unfortunately, Natasha didn’t have the time to renovate the house a lot. You had started the bedroom together, ripping the wallpaper off and starting the painting until she had to go. Meanwhile, you finished the room. Natasha hasn’t seen it.

So when you get home, you ask her to close her eyes and guide her to your shared bedroom. The second you’re there, you whisper in her ears that she can look. Opening her eyes, a big smile makes its way on her face. At first glance, there aren't any flaws - even if you know every spot you missed - and you built every piece of furniture you had picked together beforehand. You’re proud of your work.

“You nailed it ! It looks so good.” Natasha compliments, stunned.

“I’m happy you like it ! You better love your drawers, it was a real pain in the ass to build it.” you inform, pointing at the furniture in question. “There are also those frames I wanted to put on the walls but I thought it’d be better to wait for your return before making holes.”

While explaining, you walk to the spot between the drawer and the wall to take the four frames of the same size out. You put them on the floor so she can see the pictures. You made several photomontages on a website of your trips and more random moments together, like night outs at the Hard Deck, at the beach or in your old respective apartments. You show her where you thought would be best to hang them whilst she keeps admiring the pictures.

“I love it ! I had even forgotten some pics.” she exclaims, looking at a photo taken for your two years anniversary at a restaurant.

“That’s the reason why I developed them. So, what do you think ? I can make the holes ?” you question, impatient.

“Totally, it’ll be nice. We do it now ?”

“Don’t you want to rest ? We can do it tomorrow. They can wait one more day, it won’t make such a difference to them.” you laugh as you point to the objects and Natasha shakes her head.

“I have enough energy for this. However, after this, I’m taking a shower and we’re cuddling in bed.” she requires putting her hands on your hips.

“I’m gonna get the drill, then.”

You kiss her cheek then go to the guest room that is currently more of a storeroom than a bedroom and get the tools. Before leaving the room, you look at it fondly. When you bought the house, you both decided it would be the guest room until the moment you’d want a kid. You don’t know when, however it’s definitely in your plans. You both have a full idea of the future you want together.

It only takes you about ten minutes to drill the wall and hang the frames. Now, you feel like your bedroom is fully finished.

Natasha goes to take a shower while you empty her bag and do a load of laundry. Shortly after she’s done, you both lay down on the bed, Natasha finally discovering the comfort of this new mattress. Cuddling with each other, you talk ; you’re slowly stroking her hair, lulling her into sleep, thirty minutes later, her even breaths makes you understand she’s sleeping. Softly, you kiss the crown of her head. Unconsciously, Natasha gets closer to you. You wish you could put that moment on hold and stay in your bubble all your life.

Notwithstanding, this moment has to end. After a bit less than two weeks with Natasha next to you, waking up next to her, you feel the cold sheets and not the warmth of her body as you change position in your bed. You open one eye and find an empty spot. When you’re sure there is no one, you fully open your eyes and look at Natasha’s clock on her night stand. Seeing it’s seven o’clock, you know where she is. It’s not rare for her to be called early in the morning for a meeting or another assignment. Your proximity with TopGun is a blessing and a curse. She’s not far away if they need her and therefore, they call her a lot. You can’t help but feel annoyed by it, even if you know it’s not up to her.

When she gets back home during the evening, Natasha finds you in the living room, your nose stuck in the bookshelf’s instruction. Once she’s next to you, you turn your head to peck her lips. You’re about to go back to the building of the furniture when Natasha offers you a bunch of flowers, wishing to make up for her absence. You accept them gladly and you promise her you’re not mad at her. You put the flowers in a vase before going back to the living room.

Natasha takes a look at the almost-finished room. You only have the furniture for the TV left to build, if we forget about the one you’re currently doing. Since Natasha’s return, the renovations have been going faster. You finished the painting you had started before she came back. Quickly, Natasha takes off her shoes before helping you with the bookshelf. You ask her to hold the plank while you screw. Once you’re done, you take another screw when Natasha draws your attention.

“I have the information for my next deployment.”

“Oh ?” you exclaim, stopping in your tracks.

“I… I have to leave in three weeks.”

“You just came back.”

“I know but it’s urgent, it can’t wait.” Natasha explains, pursing her lips.

“And how long will it take ?” you question, playing with the screwdriver.

“Two months.” she informs before adding quickly : “I know it’s not ideal and you’ll have to keep doing the renovations alone but I promise, once I get back, I’ll try to have more days off.”

“It’s okay. It’s your job.” you reassure, taking her hand.

“I know, but we haven’t seen each other a lot recently.”

“We better make the best out of these three weeks then.” you smile.

Natasha kisses you, feeling better to know you’re not mad because of her news. Without waiting any longer, you go back to the building of the bookshelf whilst your mind is lost in your thoughts.

It doesn't matter if you’ve been with Natasha for two years, you still hate when she has to leave. You know your anxiety will be high and you’ll feel lonely. Furthermore, when she gets back, there’s always a moment to adapt before getting back to your old routine. You push all of these thoughts in the back of your mind, you have to enjoy Natasha’s presence whilst she’s here, and you get your focus back on the furniture.

However, the next weeks are not gentle with you. Natasha hasn’t even left yet nevertheless it’s close enough. Slowly, you went back to the phase you used to be when you bought your house. You’re close without really being it. She has to go to TopGun a lot and when she comes back, she doesn’t have a lot of energy to do anything. The rhythm of your renovation slowed down as well and you feel the gap between you getting deeper everyday. You should be happy to have Natasha by your side and yet, you’re gloomy. Furthermore, with Natasha, you’re talking less and less, despite your tries from the both of you. It’s as if you were becoming strangers.

You hate this situation. It’s not the first time it happens and you still don’t know what to do. You feel like everytime you find each other again, an external element sends you to the starting point again and the external element is often a deployment. The periods in which Natasha is not there are becoming heavier on you, in spite of yourself and it can be felt in your relationship. You spend your days looking for a solution. You love Natasha. There must be a solution to fix all of this. You don’t know which one ; even if a part of you thinks that, maybe, this time, there isn’t a solution. Just the thought of it makes you sick in your stomach. You try to forget about it.

A few days before she leaves, you tell yourself you can’t keep these thoughts for yourself. You have to talk about it with Natasha. Your relationship is going through a hard time, you need to talk about it in order to fix it. You can’t stay standing there without doing anything. Therefore, one evening, whilst you’re eating, you draw Natasha’s attention. She gives you an interrogative look, waiting for you to speak.

“We have to talk, Nat. And it’s serious.” you start with a soft voice.

“I wanted to talk to you, too.”

“So, you know just like I do we have to do something. We can’t stay like this. And as you’re leaving soon, we have to fix it.”

“I know.” she admits before staying silent. “I… I was thinking, maybe, I could ask to change jobs.”

“What ?”

“Yeah, like this, I wouldn’t have to leave as much.”

“But you love flying.” you exclaim, surprised.

“I love you more.”

“I can’t ask you to do that, Nat. You can’t give up on flying because of me. You will be miserable if you do and I won’t stand it.”

“Y/N, we have to face it, it’s not working anymore between us because I’m always leaving.” Natasha affirms, looking you in your eyes.

“Maybe we just need to find a better balance between our relationship and your deployment. We need a better routine.”

“We both know it’s not the solution. We tried several times and we always end up like this. It’s always temporary. This house is proof of it.” she says, showing the surroundings with her hands. “I really thought by moving in together, everything would be better because we would have our home and it’d be easier to see each other but it’s not the case.”

“I don’t want to break up.” you object, understand what she’s insinuating.

“Me neither but I know that, just like me, you thought about it too. Y/N, it’s okay.” Natasha reassures, putting her hand on top of yours.

“How can you say that ? I love you. I don’t want to lose you.” you whisper with a trembling voice.

“I don’t want to lose you either but if we can’t fix this then we won’t have any other choice. If we keep on trying, it might be worse. It’s okay if our relationship is not working anymore, we don’t have to fix it.”

“And what about the future we imagined together then ?” you ask, tearing up.

“It might not be meant to happen. Y/N, it’ll be okay. We’ll move on.” she states, her voice breaking at her last sentence.

“I don’t want to move on. I want to stay with you.”

Following your sentence, you burst into tears. Natasha’s tears start running down her cheeks as well before she stands up and comes next to you to take you in her arms. You hug each other while letting all of your sadness out. You stay in each other’s arms for quite some time. When you break the embrace, Natasha puts her hands on your cheeks and wipes them whilst yours are on her waist. She gives you a sympathetic smile, you don’t have the strength to give her one.

“I’m sorry.” you sigh.

“You don’t have to apologise.”

“I do.” you insist, “When we got together, I promised you I knew what I was getting myself into. I really thought our love would be stronger than that.”

“Love is not always enough, unfortunately.” she sobs. “Maybe, when we’ll be older,” she starts looking at you, “we’ll find each other and this time, it’ll work. Or maybe our love was only made to work in another universe. I will always love you either way. Never doubt it.”

“I will always love you either way, too.”

You look into each other’s eyes before kissing softly. In this last kiss, you share all the love you have along with your sadness. While you’re losing yourselves in your kiss, you feel everything you’ve been building and everything you’ve been dreaming to build fading to black. You both, now, have to imagine a whole new future without the other.

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

[topgun-imagines]

Late Night Distractions

Requested: yes

Summary: You and Phoenix are best friends and nothing more. Right?

Word count: 0.9k

Note: based on personal experience 🙃 2k celebration!

Warnings: light angst, worries/anxieties, navigation of feelings.

Pairings: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x bestfriend!reader

Your roommate and his friends were all crowded into the living room, staring intently at the TV as they watched the football game. Bradley smiled at you as you waited for the cup to fill. You returned the gesture as you glanced at the pilots filling the room. Jake and your roommate were sitting at opposite ends of the couch with Bob sitting between them. Javy was sitting in the armchair beside Jake. Natasha was sitting in front of him, leaning back against his legs. You eyed her for a few more seconds before moving to walk away.

You patted Bradley's shoulder as you moved back to your room. It’s not that you didn’t want to hang out with them, football just wasn’t your thing.

the door to your bedroom closed softly behind you as you returned to the comfort of your bed. You snuggled back under the blankets and clicked play on your movie. Instead of watching the football game, you had decided to watch some cheesy rom-com. The movie began to play through your speaker as you slowly sipped on the water.

After a few seconds, you heard a quiet knock on your door. You paused the movie just as the door opened. Natasha poked her head in, a soft smile on her face. You grinned up at her, shuffling over and patting the open space beside you. “It’s halftime.” She murmured as she snuggled in beside you.

Your head dropped onto her shoulder as you made yourself comfortable. The movie began playing once more.

As the movie continued to play, you and Phoenix snuggled more and more into each other. Eventually you were half laying on top of her. Had hand was tangled in your hair, soothingly running her fingers through the soft strands and over your scalp.

She hand on short, black artificial nails. Since they finally had some time off, Nat finally had a chance to put some nails on. She rarely got the opportunity while she was working. You had no complaints as her fingers threaded softly through your hair.

You and Natasha had grown extremely close over the past few years. When you moved in with Bradley you had gotten close with all of his friends. but for some reason, you couldn’t help but be pulled toward Natasha.

Tonight wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. One of you always seemed to end up at the other apartment, leading to a situation similar to the one you were in now. Bradley had definitely come up with a plethora of smartass comments for you.

When her fingers stopped carding gently through your hair, you let out a soft noise of disappointment against her chest. Her soft chuckle above you as you snuggled deeper into her was the only response that you got. Your hand slipped under her shirt as her arm tightened around you. You stiffened when you felt her lips press a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

Your head tipped back and you stared at her with parted lips as her warm breath fanned across your face. “Hi.” She whispered as her hand moved to cup your cheek.

“Hi.” You choked out as you stared up at her. You felt out of breath as you watched her tongue dart between her lips as she licked over them. Her thumb stroked back and forth across your cheek. When her forehead knocked gently across yours, your eyelashes fluttered against your cheek.

Her lips brushed against yours when she spoke. “Let’s kiss, just to see what it’s like.” You could barely finish nodding before her lips were pressing to yours. A soft noise escaped you as her plush lips moulded with yours. You fisted a hand into her shirt, pulling on the soft fabric.

A quiet moan escaped you when her tongue slipped into your mouth. You could taste the strawberry gum she had been chewing along with the beer that she drank during the game.

Your lips were swollen and covered in her lip gloss when you pulled away. When your eyes opened, you could see her lashes fluttering against the top of her cheeks as she peeled her eyes open. She grinned down at you, thumb rubbing your cheek as she pecked your lips once again.

Before she could shuffle out from under you and stand from your bed, you leaned up and locked your lips with hers. This time, it was her that let out a soft moan, sending a shock through you that you didn’t know was possible.

You pulled back with a grin on your lips, tongue darting out to lick your lips. Phoenix grinned when it brushed against her lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” You whispered breathlessly as you pulled away. Nat nodded in agreement, pressing one last kiss to your soft lips before she pulled the both of you to stand.

Your hand angled with hers as you allowed her. To pull you out of your room and toward the kitchen. Apparently, your little make out session had made her thirsty. her fingers were intertwined with yours as she grabbed a glass from your cupboard.

The next thing you knew she had you pinned you against the counter, her lips sealed tightly against yours. You broke the kiss a few seconds later, a thin string of saliva connecting your swollen lips.

“Took you long enough.” Bradley called from the living room. The asshole didn’t even look away from the television screen.

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[mclarenviolet]

this is insanely hot, holy fuck 🤤

supernova

synopsis: in a game of truth or dare, you reveal your dream threesome.

pairings: natasha trace x fem!reader x bob floyd

warnings: minors dni (18+) i am so serious, explicit smut, which includes... f/f/m threesome, oral sex, unprotected sex, blink and miss it choking, sort of dom phoenix, edging, cum eating, orgasm denial, overstimulation... and like, swearing lmao (wc: 3.2K)

notes: a little something something for my fellow bisexuals during pride month 🌈 and yes, i defeated awful writer's block with horniness and so can you 💖

much love to @sushiwriterhere @theharddeck @sometimesanalice and @roosterbruiser for letting me bounce many depraved thoughts off of them and i'm summoning a few people who might be interested: @princessphilly @seresinsweetie @rhettabbotts @lewmagoo @bradshawsbitch @i-wanna-be-your-muse and also no one look at me

“Anyone would want to sleep with me. I’m the most fuckable person in this room. Ask anyone.”  

"What's Hangman so up in arms about now?" Phoenix asks, sounding unimpressed. She leans against the pool cue, waiting for Fanboy to make his shot, and cracks her knuckles with one hand.

You shrug. "Who knows."

Honestly, you can't even remember who made the comment that got him so worked up, so defensive over his own sex appeal. His general fuckability – which as a side note, you're pretty sure is not a real word.

Maybe Rooster, actually probably Rooster.

Regardless, Hangman has decided to make them all suffer the consequences, going on and on and on.

"Fine," Rooster manages, choking down a laugh, almost always given away in the unmistakable twitching of the overgrown ferret on his upper lip. "Go ahead. Ask anyone then, Hangman. This will be good."

You are minding your own goddamn business in the corner of the common room, sipping a canned red wine that isn't half bad for the price. It is sweet, a little bubbly, pleasant.

You press your lips against the cool edge and are in the middle of a sip when Hangman catches your eye, a sharklike gleam in his green eyes.

Is it worse to make eye contact or break it? Is that bears or sharks who see it as a challenge?

And in truth, Hangman is neither. He's more or less harmless with a sometimes sharp bite.

You lower the can, slow and suspicious, narrowing your eyes at him with a raised brow. “Can I help you, Hangman?”  

Smirking, Hangman drawls, “You owe me a truth from earlier, ain't that right? You ran out on the game before I could get my question out."

You roll out a red carpet of curses in your brain and swallow another mouthful of the sweet red wine.

You'd gotten a call from the Domino's driver to come down and grab the pizzas from the front door before Hangman could ask whatever pointed – and alarmingly observant – question had popped into his scheming brain.

Everyone else has forgotten the game with some pizza in their stomach and a basketball game on the big screen, but clearly, Hangman has a good memory. Bastard. 

"Fine. Hit me with your best shot, Hangman."

Fire away and all that.

His canines are gleaming white. "Who would you most want to have sex with in this room? No, wait, I should give everyone a fair chance of selection. Pick two."

"Together? Or separate?"

His brows raise, and Hangman's smirk deepens. "Well, damn. Someone's a little adventurous." Your eyes are practically slits now, staring him down. "Together. Who would you have a threesome with in this room? And unfortunately, no, I don't have a twin."

“My nightmare,” Phoenix mutters, and Fanboy shakes with silent laughter.

“Hmmm…” 

An answer had popped into your head the second that Hangman asked, but in the name of suspense, you pretend to mull it over and really contemplate.

You look around the room. Halo and Fritz are on the sagging couch with Yale and Harvard in the opposite chairs, watching the game too closely to overhear this cursed conversation.

Bob and Fanboy are strategizing in the corner, but Bob is definitely listening. His shoulders don't look quite natural.

Across the pool table, Payback shows you his wedding band with a faux scolding expression. You grin.

“I guess I'd have to pick... Phoenix and Bob."

Rooster absolutely crows with laughter as Hangman goes into a full control-alt-delete shut down and reboot, blankly staring at you with disbelieving eyes and a slack jaw.

Someone should commemorate this moment. Add it to one of the frames in the Ready Room. 

"Are you malfunctioning?" You drain the rest of the wine and drop the can into the nearest recycling bin. "You know I'm bisexual, right, Hangman?"

"But Phoenix and Bob?" Hangman splutters, as if recovering from an ordeal with a capital O. "I need the reason. Why would you pick them?"

You glance over at Phoenix, who is regarding both of them with a smug smirk. You don't dare look at Bob right now.

You smile, radiant and knowing, with a “Follow up questions aren’t part of the game, Hangman,” and breeze across the room for another can of wine, patting him on the shoulder.

"So..."

Five or so minutes later, Phoenix sidles up to you and sits on the arm of your chair, ignoring the perfectly good and empty chair in the corner. Her boot brushes against your leg.

She leans in, and Phoenix's familiar vanilla and amber scent washes over you.

"Am I allowed to ask a follow question?" A nod, and Phoenix looks kind of self-satisfied. Kind of smug. "Did you mean it? Or were you just kicking the chair out from under Hangman? Because..." She lowers her voice, all smoke and velvet. "I had fun with you before. Just us."

"Both..." You pause. "I kind of wanted to knock him on his ass, but also, I was very much serious."

Her smile widens, and Phoenix leans in more, brushing the shell of your ear in a puff of warm breath. "Meet me in my room in 20 minutes."

Her canine grazes your earlobe for a brief second.

You blink, dazed, and Phoenix is already walking away.

"What about...?"

What about Bob? is the question on the tip of your tongue, but obviously, you can't call that out in this room. He is still here somewhere.

She looks over her shoulder, dark eyes warm with want and promise, and mouths, "20," with a wink.

A little over 20 minutes later, Phoenix has your wrists pinned down on her soft sheets, nudging under your chin with her slender nose in search of the sensitive spot on the side of your neck.

Her bottom lip drags against it.

You bite down on a moan, and in retaliation, Phoenix bites the spot harder.

"I want to hear you," Phoenix murmurs, an order wrapped in a pretty bow. "You sound so pretty, angel."

She kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip between hers, making it impossible to bite down on.

And with intent, Phoenix slides a smooth thigh between your legs, dragging her knee against the red flash of fabric that covers your cunt and grinds down.

"Come on. Let me hear you."

A drawn out moan escapes your mouth, and right then, Bob walks in.

He closes the door behind him, oblivious, and then, spots you both and freezes.

"Phoenix?" Bob manages, sounding uncertain. His eyes are wide and blue behind the wire frames. "You said 30 minutes, right? Should I – I can come back. We can catch up another time."

Despite the words, Bob doesn't move. He looks down, cheeks pink and flushed, but doesn't move.

"Don't worry, Bob." Phoenix releases your arms and climbs over the edge of the mattress with a smile. Walks over to him in an electric blue bra and underwear set that looks downright radiant against her dark hair. 

She looks like a goddess. 

"You want him here, don't you, angel?"

She circles behind him, sliding the plaid button-down shirt from his broad shoulders. It crumples to the carpet without resistance as Bob raises his chin and meets your eyes.

"You told me before," Phoenix prompts. "Tell him."

He is watching you, waiting on your answer with bated breath.

A long breath releases from your mouth. 

You push up on your elbows, then your knees, wanting to see him more clearly.

“Earlier with Hangman… I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted both of you. I want you – both of you – to fuck me."

His Adam’s apple moves as Bob swallows, sudden and hard.

He looks surprised. He shouldn't be.

He's always felt a little out of reach, so damn nice. You didn’t want to freak him out – or worse, offend him with a casual invitation to very casually fuck your brains out and maybe, let you suck his cock before or afterward.

You’re not picky. Whatever works for him.

You were pretty sure Bob was at least a little interested, but now... Bob only stares.

Phoenix gives him a gentle push and strolls over to the record player. She looks casual and languid, flipping through the records, but you're not so fooled. She's giving him a moment alone with you.

"Phoenix and I have... before, but I want you as much as I want her. Do you want me? is the only question, I guess."

He coughs into his elbow, messing with his lenses, which are fogging every so slightly. "I do. You're very pretty and nice, and I've... I mean, I do want you."

A smile dimples your cheek. "Oh, I'm pretty and nice, am I?"

"Shut up," Bob mutters under his breath with a slight smile. His ears are a little red.

You reach out and pull him closer to the mattress, pulling until Bob has to plant a knee on the edge to keep his balance. He watches you with wide eyes and says your name in a rush of breath – like a sharp wind over the ocean – and leans in, gravitating.

He cups your chin, slow and careful, pulling you in for a slow kiss that fizzles in your bloodstream like champagne. He is still giving you ample time to pull back and change your mind.

You deepen the kiss, even as Bob holds back.

You're still not sure Bob believes you.

Music swells from the corner, slow and sultry and sensual, as Phoenix settles behind you. She unlatches your bra and pushes it from your shoulders, running her fingers in soothing circles over the muscles.

She reaches between you and him, moving to cup your breasts, but at the last second, Phoenix skims her hand down the curve of your stomach and down and down, dipping under the waistband of your panties.

Clever fingers glide through your wetness, glancing off your clit in a tease that makes you whimper into Bob's mouth. A satisfied hum vibrates your back.

"So wet already, darling. We haven't done anything other than kiss you. You must really want us," Phoenix murmurs, warm against your ear, licking the sensitive patch of your neck again. "Come here, Bob."

She pulls you back from him with a hand around your throat – squeezing once, hard enough to make you feel light all over – and puts her glistening fingers in his open mouth.

His moan makes you even wetter.

You watch, breathless, as Bob closes his eyes and licks your taste from her fingers. His pupils are blown, eyes almost black, when Bob opens his eyes again.

His groan against your mouth is a rough sound, drawn out and unrepentant. He kisses you like religion, like a prayer.

Phoenix's voice is smug in your ear. "He believes me now."

You've been paired with Bob and Phoenix on enough exercises to know that the Naval aviators are an unstoppable pair in the air, cutting through the skies with grace and precision.

You'd imagined – more than once – that Bob and Phoenix would be an unstoppable pair in the bedroom as well. Sue you, okay? Who wouldn't?

Phoenix had been a force on her own, pinning you down and making your thighs shake over her shoulders; coaxing you to the edge and kicking you over without warning with a razor sharp smile that bordered on mean.

Bob always seemed so quiet. Seemed so unassuming.

But Bob dated, and on the one and only occasion the WSO brought a date back to the shared apartment complex, all of the Daggers had heard about the dying cat sounds that'd been loud enough to bleed through the walls. Hangman had been relentless.

You were seemingly the only one who could put the admittedly horrendous moaning aside and remember the other sounds.

(Oh, oh, Bob, oh, Bob. Fuck me. So good.)

You knew Phoenix was good in bed.

You had a feeling about Bob.

Together?

You were absolutely and without a shadow of a doubt right.

Phoenix is in the backseat for once but never ever on the sidelines. She seems to sense that the WSO might still need more reassurance, might need some control to feel wanted here.

She focuses on you, nibbling your neck and pinching your aching nipples, as Bob rests on the red and orange pillows, watching you swallow his cock, mesmerized.

You pull back, keeping him half in your mouth and circling his base with your hands, and run your tongue along the sensitive underside of him.

He bobs in your mouth, letting out a rough curse.

"Are you sure?" Bob had asked before, stilling the hands that were reaching for his zipper, running a thumb across the veins at the base of your wrist. "We can start with something else. I don't want you to feel pressure."

"Positive. I've wanted to suck your cock for about six months now."

He blinked, looking even more owlish with his glasses on the nightstand. "Six months? You've only been here for like six months."

You cut in, "And I wanted to suck your cock the whole damn time. Any other questions?"

He audibly swallowed, and Phoenix grinned.

You could easily get lost in him – lose minutes, even hours with the weight of him on your tongue and the sound of his broken moans in your ears – but Phoenix is too impatient to let that happen.

She nudges your soaked underwear to the side and pushes one, two, three of her fingers inside of you. You're wet enough that Phoenix doesn't meet any resistance.

"She's so fucking wet for you, Bob. Jesus Christ," Phoenix moans. A wet kiss is pressed into the curve of your shoulder, against the nape of your neck. "Should I make her come?"

God... and Phoenix says it like, What do you think, Bob? Am I clear? Should I take the shot?, in the same voice from the air. Asking him to weigh the pros and cons. Deferring to his decision.

You'll never be able to be paired with them on a drill again and not remember.

You would breathe a sigh of relief when Bob nods, except for... well, obvious reasons. You swallow around him, and Bob leaks against the back of your throat.

You're already aching, and Phoenix is pressing the heel of her palm against your clit. Pleasure is building in the pit of your stomach, and you need, you need, you –

"Or..." Phoenix drawls, easing up on the pressure, all casual and unaffected. She works you open, steady and constant, pinching the thigh that tries to rock you against her hand. "I could edge her for you. Make her wait to come on your cock."

God, Phoenix can be mean in bed. You'd almost forgotten.

You kind of hate her for it right now.

(You really don't.)

You whimper around Bob's cock and clench around Phoenix's fingers at the same time, digging your nails into the pale skin of Bob's muscular thighs, already bruised with a small love bite from earlier.

An abrupt fuck spills from Bob's bitten lips.

He pulls out of your mouth without warning, squeezing a hand around his base and screwing his eyes closed to keep from coming right then and there.

"Jesus Christ, Phoenix."

"So Bob seems to like that idea," Phoenix observes, almost conspiratorially. Her fingers catch your chin. "What about you, pretty girl? You want to come now or on Bob's cock?"

You are a little out of breath but no less certain.

"Do I even have to answer that?"

As a reward, Phoenix slips her tongue in your mouth and starts all over again, ever careful to pull back at the exact right moment when your breaths are short and your gaze is glassy and unfocused.

You are shaking and warm all over when Phoenix is satisfied, running her fingers through the arousal that slicks the inside of your thighs, underwear long discarded on the floor somewhere now.

"Can I..."

You are on your back now, and Bob leans over and sucks your nipples in his mouth. You lose focus, running your fingers over the hard length of him, smearing his pre-cum over the head.

"Can you what?" Phoenix prompts, ghosting a knuckle over your swollen clit. You quiver.

"I want to eat you out. Didn't get to do that last time, remember?"

You seizes Bob's shoulder, keeping him pressed against your chest, and Bob makes a pleased sound, content to lavish your breasts with licks and nibbles right now.

You continue, "I want to eat you out while Bob fucks me."

"Well," Phoenix replies, breezily, brushing her hair over her shoulder and bends to suck on your other nipple. "We can probably make that work."

"Fuck," Bob breathes again.

You've never heard him curse so much, not even in actual missions.

A content sigh pushes everything else from your brain.

You lick at Phoenix again, licking a stripe up the center of her cunt, drowning in the warmth and silk, as Bob pushes into you from behind, bare and hard and so goddamn big.

Fuck is right.

"God..." Bob moans against your damp skin, pulling out and easing back in again. His accent comes out in bits and pieces, smoothing the edges from his words. "Feel so good. S'good for me. So good for us, darlin'."

You melt at the praise and nuzzle deeper into Phoenix with a sigh of pleasure, circling her clit with a content hum that makes her breath go all uneven and shuddering.

Satisfaction slides down your spine, warm and consuming.

You could stay here for hours between them. You would.

She's quick to instruct and correct, but once you're in a rhythm with your fingers hooked inside, Phoenix is nothing but moans and sighs and oh god, so good, oh god.

She comes in your mouth with a sharp gasp and rolls out from under you, which leaves Bob with enough room to double his efforts now.

He presses praise against your neck, circling his fingers around your clit with precision and attention; urging you to come for him with gentle pleas and deep thrusts and blissfully, a well-placed palm against your aching cunt.

You shatter around him as Bob spills inside of you.

Oh my god are the only words that are forming in your head right now. You want to say something else.

Holy shit maybe.

We should definitely do that again even.

But Phoenix doesn't give you even a second of peace.

"You're a mess, angel," Phoenix comments, light and almost mocking. She spreads your legs wide and looks you over. "Let me."

You expect Phoenix to wipe you down, but instead, Natasha presses her mouth against your sensitive cunt.

Stars erupt in your vision. Galaxies.

She licks and licks every inch of you, holding down your shaking legs, until you come again, damn near crying from the overstimulation, shuddering.

Wetness dampens the sheets underneath you, and Phoenix licks the cum that drips down your legs, some yours, some Bob's, and kisses you right on the mouth.

You definitely mean to get your clothes and pee and everything after, but Bob is warm against your side. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and passes out with an arm across your chest.

Sleep pulls you under soon after.

Phoenix is the first one to leave the bed and even then, only to put on a quieter record and go right back.

note: is she the filthiest smut piece i've ever written? maybe. she's named after red wine supernova by chappell roan, which is so fun and so queer and worth a listen 💖 leave a comment before i regain an ounce of shame.

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⋆.ೃ࿔* summary: I' always interested to request for Natasha Trace/ Phoenix! I don't know how detailed you want my request to be so I would just tell you a little idea I got. I think it would be so cool to read about Natasha X fem reader who has tattoos. Not like one or two, I mean many many ! 😂 Maybe the dagger squat meets her for the first time? I know it's nothing special or anything and you don't have to write it if you don't like it. But thanks for the time. Bye ⋆.ೃ࿔* pairing: natasha trace x tattooed! fem! reader ⋆.ೃ࿔* warnings: none ⋆.ೃ࿔* word count: really short ⋆.ೃ࿔* author note: i think i accidentally deleted the request. so sorry but i did save the text soooo

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It's been a few months since the mission. The squad usually tries to meet up once a month and today was one of those days. What nobody expected was Phoenix to bring a plus one. They had agreed to meet up at Mav's house. It was a nice enough day. Most of the squad had already arrived but a few were late. "Sorry, guys the traffic was really bad."

"Phoenix!" She received hugs from each and everyone of them. "Guys, this is my girlfriend." Most were not aware she was dating anyone except Mav. It would have been rude not to tell the host she was bringing a plus one. Introductions were made. "Cool tattoos!" Bob made a comment. Of course the rest had noticed. "You're like super rich or something."

"Thanks, Bob! And no," Natasha glared at Jake. The squad was very welcoming. Mav was incharge of the barbeque. They had a lot of questions. When did you start dating? How long have you been together? The usual stuff. "What was your first tattoo?" That was a weird one for meeting your friend's girlfriend.

You pointed to a smaller one on your arm. Why was everyone fascinated with your tattoos? "Can you stop asking my girlfriend about her tattoos?"

Thanks for requesting & reading!