#natasha trace x female reader

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Behave

Bob Floyd x You x Natasha Trace

This is the result of the following prompts I received:

"Behave, I wouldn't want to have to punish you now."

Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! This work contains: smut, f/f, f/f/m, adult language, dirty talk, teasing, oral (m&f receiving), biting/marking, overstimulation, a little spanking.

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It’s late. The patrons left at the Hard Deck are long past sober, with the exception of you three.

A quick glance around the bar shows no familiar faces as you take the pool cue from Bob, not sparing him a glance, still sullen from earlier.

“‘’scuse me,” you murmur, not looking at Natasha either as you brush past, your pushed-up tits grazing hers before you turn to bend over the table to line up the shot, pushing your ass out when you arch your back.

Hands much softer than Bob’s run up the outside of your thighs when she steps close to cover the skin revealed by your sundress riding up.

"Behave,” her thumb lifts the elastic band of the underwear Bob had you put on earlier as she leans over your back, “I wouldn't want to have to punish you now."

She lets it go and it snaps against your tender skin just as you shoot.

“No!” you drop the cue on the table and straighten, missed shot forgotten as you turn to face her, “I mean, please no,” your cheeks heat as you quickly correct yourself at an arch of one of her perfect brows, “Bob already did…earlier.”

“Poor thing,” she pouts, “That’s why you were late, huh?”

You nod bashfully, still refusing to look at Bob who’s approaching the two of you.

“What’d you do?” She leans in to whisper. Her warm breath against your ear and the hint of her perfume make you shiver.

Your eyes drift closed as gently sucks your fluttering pulse point.

“Answer her question,” Bob orders softly as he pushes your hair back, out of her way so she can kiss lower.

“I forgot-“ you gasp as Bob tugs in warning, “I mean I didn’t put undies on.”

“Naughty girl,” she smiles between kisses, sliding her hand beneath your dress again, “and Bob caught you, didn’t he? What did he do to you?”

Bob smiles as he leans his hip against the pool table, shielding you from any prying eyes.

“He spanked me,” you reply, embarrassed yet so turned on. You open your thighs in a silent request to her fingers tracing closer and closer to where you want her, finally ghosting over the fabric, soaked from your arousal and Bob’s release, “and then he fucked me, but didn’t let me cum. And…” you trail off as she starts circling your clit.

“And?” Bob prompts, voice low and husky as he watches his two favorite girls.

“And he made me put on underwear,” you sound pathetic and whiny but can’t seem to help it; being denied earlier have you toeing the edge of release already, “boring, ugly white ones.”

“Well,” Natasha murmurs as she makes her way back up, nipping your jaw, “did you learn anything from it?”

“Yeah,” you pant, forcing your eyes open to meet his steely blue gaze as she pushes you off the edge, “Don’t get caught.”

But just as quickly the pleasure begins, it ends when her hand stills at your words, ruining your orgasm.

“Kidding,” you gasp, hips bucking to follow her hand as she pulls it from under your dress, “I was kidding!”

“She didn’t learn a damn thing,” Nat ignores your protests, holding up her fingers to Bob.

“Nope,” he says matter-of-factly, doing a quick scan of the bar before licking them clean.

“What if…” she trails off, stepping away to whisper something to him, making you whimper from the loss.

His hand finds her hip and squeezes, heat flashing in his eyes at whatever she’s saying. “Yeah,” he swallows thickly, “let’s do that.”

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“Only you,” Nat smiles between kisses as she follows the dress over your ass, revealing the white underwear, “can make these look sexy.”

A breathy laugh escapes and your head drops back when Bob latches on to one of your now-exposed nipples.

“Oh you poor thing,” she coos as she pulls the cotton down, “I can still see his handprints. He really did a number on you, didn’t he, princess?”

“Yes,” your fingers card through his hair, “he’s so mean-“ you cut off when he sucks hard at the nipple in his mouth.

“He is mean,” Nat agrees, pressing a kiss to one of the handprints, “but you deserved it, didn’t you?”

Yes. Always.

But ever the brat, you bite your lip to keep from admitting it.

Which earns you another sharp slap on the ass when she rises.

“Do I need to spank you too?” She murmurs in your ear, “Can’t believe I even have to ask after last time.”

The memory has you shaking your head quickly and Bob groans as he switches breasts, obviously remembering too.

Nat had had enough of your teasing and showed you she had a mean streak that rivals Bob’s when she pulled you over her lap. By the end, you were a sopping, teary, sniffling mess. While she kissed you better after, you didn’t sit comfortably for days.

“I deserved it,” you concede, “I always deserve it.”

“That’s right,” she murmurs before nipping the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder, “but you’re not off the hook yet.”

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A few minutes later, Bob sits on the bed before reclining back on the pillows, stroking himself slowly as Natasha leads you to the bed.

When she guides your hips down onto Bob's cock with his chest at your back, you can’t imagine how this could possibly be a punishment.

Until they share a look over your shoulder. Bob takes your arms, crossing them behind your back before holding both wrists in one of his hands while Nat settles between his thighs, pushing them apart…which forces yours even wider.

“What-what are you-oh God,” you breathe when she dips her head to brush her lips over your knee to your inner thigh.

“So soft,” she murmurs, softy sucking the supple skin before taking a bite.

You jerk in Bob’s hold; the hint of pain has you clenching around him.

“Oh, she liked that,” Bob chuckles, his free hand coming around to toy with your nipple, still tender and puffy from his mouth, “do it again.”

Nat smiles against your skin as she moves higher before obliging. Soon each thigh is littered with the marks from her teeth and your chest is heaving; the pain lasting only momentarily before blooming into pleasure and settling between your thighs.

She hasn’t touched you intimately and yet your arousal covers Bob.

Then she relents, making Bob groan as he tongues his sac up to his cock and finally to your clit before sucking gently.

Your back arches from the sudden onslaught and the position change pushes him against your g-spot, setting you off without warning.

Bob inhales sharply but tightens his hold on you as you writhe, trying to get away from Nat’s relentless tongue.

Realizing this is her form of punishment when she doesn’t pause before you fully come down, and cry out as she works you into a frenzy once more.

Then again.

And again.

It could be just minutes but it feels like hours as she continues the sweet torture on your clit. Bob’s breathing just as hard as you are and tears stream from your eyes as you squirm in his hold. A deeper, more intense pleasure is building rapidly as you grind on his thick cock, and just when you try to warn her; it crests.

White-hot pleasure engulfs your entire shuddering body; from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Your release soaks Bob and the bedding beneath you two.

“N-n-no more,” you shake your heavy head, voice shaky and hoarse from your cries, “please Nat-baby? Please?

“I-fuckkkk,” Bob cuts off with a groan when Nat finally, finally gives you a break, her mouth dropping to his sack, “I’ve-I think she’s had enough.”

“More like you’ve had enough,” she smiles, placing one last kiss on your swollen clit as she slowly sits up, lazily sucking on your nipple.

Bob releases your arms and they weave straight into her hair. You try to bring her up for a kiss but your limbs feel so heavy.

Pulling off your breast with a smile, she allows you to bring her up to your lips, kissing you slowly for a moment before guiding you down beside Bob.

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Though you’re completely worn out, nothing could keep you from watching your two favorite people together.

“Nat,” Bob chuckles breathlessly as she dips her head to suck his cock sloppily, lapping up his precum, “you don’t have-I’m-.”

“I know,” she pulls off him with a wink, climbing over him and sinking down with no more preamble, “I wanted to taste you both.”

They’re beautiful together; Bob’s big, strong hands gripping her fluently moving hips, letting her lead them to bliss.

Her eyes flutter closed when she slides her hand between her strong thighs to find her clit but fly back open when Bob pinches her butt, “Ah-ah,” he smirks, “eyes on me.”

She nods, an uncharacteristic blush staining her cheeks.

Your spent body still tightens when they cum together; the way those breathy little moans escape even though she’s biting her lip, Bob’s low groan and look of pure bliss.

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Later, you fall asleep between the two of them with a smile on your face and absolutely no intention of behaving in the future.

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A/N: welp, it’s finally done! I hope I did it justice for the bisexuals lol. Also, Bob has a corruption kink thing for innocent, white, cotton panties. I don’t know why, but he does. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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A woman worth fighting for ( Natasha Phoenix x Reader )

summary : jake decides to play match maker after a visit to the med bay on base only even he didn't think it would go this well

warning: mutual pining , idiots in love, creep at the bar , punches are thrown , homophobic slurs

There was one rule in the clinic , the same as fire department or any emergency  and medical field was the Q word. the utterance of that word and chaos would ensue . but it perfectly explained how the morning .  the medbay clinic on base wasn't

 never a busy one but today it was almost too  quiet . she  check the inventory three or four times to check supplies anything that would need. then she heard the moaning and groaning coming down the hall she felt bad for feeling excited for an  actual patient but shit she almost miss deployment .  walking in she could see the man holding on his stomach of the flight suits  two holding him up in similar ones  he was tall and blonde and well know it was jake seresin and at his side was bob  a sweet heart and natasha trace the woman that made her heart skip a beat. 

“whats wrong ?” she asked already pulling out his file checking over his history, making sure it was a common occurrence. 

“he almost passed out and been complaining about his abdomen  since ma’am” bob explained as she nodded seeing the blondes face turning green , the way his face was contorted one very familiar as she grab the  dish handing it straight over calling for her nurse . jake seresin blowing chunks as they all grimaced. 

“ better up then in , there we go melanie sweetie a glass of water and could you two wait outside the door” she smiled sweetly ignoring how her heart beat faster under the female aviators gaze. 

“ i must of died and gone heaven with an angel like you doc “ jake smiled weakly all in unison rolling there eyes . 

“ we'll  be outside bagman , behave  “ nastasha called one last look.  

“ ok let get and see whats going on “ she stood closer . 

luckily for jake he wasn't dying , seemed as he to have food poison which of course he was more dramatic listening to his constantly flirt , she gave him a bag of fluids  more flirting  after that which if she rolled her eyes any more they would roll out of her head. 

“ hangman sweetheart  i ain’t buying what your selling” having enough of it all only he didn’t really get what she meant. 

“ come on doc i ain’t a bad guy one chance please “ he winked . 

“ but you are a guy  which is the problem  honey “ she snorted letting the cog visible turn his face til his eyes widened  the realisation on his face was comical. 

“ that make so much sense “ he chuckled shaking his head . 

“ course it does “ she once more rolled her eyes .  

Nat couldn’t help it, it like everytime the doc passed by the glass window in the door  her eyes would follow the doc , of course she was stunning nat often did find herself staring at the hard deck or when she was walking around the base.   The bright smile , how she would treat everyone with such kindness and care and well being a complete smoke show was just the bow on top of it all . what suck was the usually out spoke female aviator suddenly found herself not being able to speak properly around the attractive doctor nothing more than a  “ hi “ or “ hello “ .  she felt her skin shudder and tingle when she was close and like her brain shut completely down … she was no better than the guys she knew it .  didn’t help that bob spotted the crush either since he kept asking her to ask the pretty doctor out  but to his credit he was just being a good friend as alway . 

“ come  on , she you need to ask her out “ he groaned once more catching the brunette eyes lingering. 

“ no we don’t even know if she into women and what if she not and then i make a complete fool of myself” nat huffed more annoyed at herself , she was never one to stand down from a challenge hell the uranium mission was testament to that and yet asking one woman out has her scared shitless . she wondered if she ever did and she miraculously got that yes what flowers she would get the pretty doctor or what would they do , would she kiss her on the first date or hold off til a hopeful next one. She was creating a situation so far from reality .  she felt a nudge knocking her back to real time seeing said pretty doctor standing talking to them both as nat was completely unaware . God she was beautiful and smart to  and  well capable of handling rowdy and stubborn people . 

The  staring didn’t go unnoticed as jake could spot the  way the two women were looking at each other even in his horrendous state.  A smirk on his lips and plan in mind before fixing himself up heading to the door carrying the spare barf bag just incase when he headed out the door. 

“ see you next friday at the hard deck  to repay you for the excellent care and to apologise oh and i ain’t taking no for an answer doctor sweets “ he winked as they head out  while she shook her head and laughed waving them all a goodbye heading back in slight missing her patient and his friends especially one . of course she had a crush on natasha trace , a  strong determined and skilled flyer . she admire her out spoken nature dealing in a male dominated area  meant sometimes the females were lost in the shadow but phoenix always made sure she was heard it was admirable , it didn’t help that she was beautiful  even in the head to toe khaki uniform . But once y/n got the pleasure of seeing her differently being invited to a gala held for the navy  , she honestly need to sit down when natasha walked in that olive tone floor length   dress that fit her like second skin , her hair down and loosely curls . the way her make up was soft and subtle barely there it took y/n’s breath away and made her weak in the knee’s .  she probably got more of a conversation that night than usual hi and hello it was “ you look great”  , “ so do you “ before both stolen away once more.  Shit anyone that got natasha trace’s heart would be a lucky son of a bitch that was for sure. 

Before she knew it the week ended and start and ended again as y/n completely forgot about jakes invitation til the man  himself and back to full health swung by the med bay to remind her and this time before she could answer melanie was there to tell him she’d be . So now here she stood looking in the mirror making sure her outfit was ok , her make up and hair wasn’t to much  or was it less  did she need to dress up more . 

“ c’mon get it together “ she sighed grabbing her back and heading out the door the uber waiting as she  text jake that she was on her way.  Hoping she would get chance to actually have a conversation with natasha more than hello’s  even getting to know possibility the hottest woman to ever exist  , one could dream right .  yet she still felt nervous , hoping her mouth would run it own course or embarrass herself  which usually was the most outcome to happen maybe she could turn back and come up with an excuse but then again she knew it would just be a couple of hours and she would just rip the band aid. 

Plus even if she didn’t get to chat to the literal woman of her dream it could still be a good night right? . walking in the door of the hard deck as she walked to the bar seeing Maverick talking away with the pretty bartender  before nodding her way sending him a little wave back .  hearing her name called turning and her breath catching in her throat at the sight of the woman may of had a dream or two or even ten standing with her friend not in head to toe khaki but a white dress with flowers all over it her hair down and  minimal make up something that wasn’t the usual attire but hey she wasn’t complaining however it was definitely gonna be hard to  keep her concentration . 

“ hey doc you made it “ jake smirked brightly  already eyeing nats reaction  . 

“ of course bagman constantly hearing about these pool skills well i  needed come and knock you down a peg” she winked heading over to the dagger squad all surprised to see her there . 

“ hey good to see you doc although i am a little heartbroken you came for jake “ rooster smirked hugging her in a greeting .  

“ hey less of the doc and call me y/n “ she chuckled . 

“ well y/n i’m starting to doubt your intelligence “ he chuckled . 

“ and why is that bradshaw ?” she quirked her brow.  “ hello also to rest of you “ she smiled eyes lingering more on one than the others . 

“ bagman really?” 

“  oh no not like that me and jake are just new friends is all “ she laughed just as nat headed off to the bar. 

She felt ridiculous , she decided to make herself look well nice and yet it seem as though hangman seem to of gotten the girl  because of course he did. She looked down at the stupid dress some found confidence gone when she was wondering if she could get the girl this time . she looked over to see  the two already at the pool table jake  talking so closely he was almost face to face with the woman .. the woman she wanted so bad it honestly started to hurt .

“ penny hit me with the hard stuff “ she sighed . 

“ whats going on ?” penny brows quirked almost surprised to see the frown on her face. 

“ it didn’t work “ she looked over at the table now seeing them laughing and joking although penny could see who she meant , and she definitely knew jake was definitely not  in with any shot. 

“ you know she isn’t into guys right?” penny finally said making nat head shoot up . 

“ wait what .. how do you know ?” 

“ because i know my patrons  well the regulars that for sure , she sits  the other side and well  started to notice her attention more on the ladies “ penny explained looking up and seeing the woman's eyes on nat before nodding to jake. “ she coming over “ she smirked. 

“ put this hot things drink on my tab” a man slurred. 

jake could help chuckle , he'd give it to her she was a good pool player maybe even on his own level but yet she was distracted , way too distracted she could of even beat him but this was never about pool it was time to change that , he knew it . nat showing up the outfit and way the two constantly stole glances when the other was running .

“ you should go talk to her” jake smirked. 

“  who ?” a fail to act nonchalant even though it not convincing either of them . 

“ yeah bull shit you can play pool but shit it’s so obvious “  that shit eating grin on his face. 

“ she like you too “ bob spoke up not meaning to eavesdrop but slightly glad he did . 

“ bullshit she doesn’t speak to me “ she rolled her eyes looking between the two men . 

“ because she likes you .. i’m her backseater and her best friend just tell her and you won’t be disappointed” bob grinned slightly glad he was hidden from nat view because she would definitely kill him . 

“ if both of you are wrong about this i will have you discharged  mysterious illness and such “ she gulped moving from the pool table getting a  thumbs up from rooster seemly all the dagger squad over heard the conversation knowing if the two were wrong maybe going awol or being transferred would be in her future.  She could feel her heart beating more and more each step she took  , pretty sure she was sweating in a place she didn’t know she could sweat from .  She was in a war torn countries trying to patch up horrific injuries and  this made that a walk in the park .  as she was approaching she could see a man  walking over . 

“ put this hot things drink on my tab “  that phrase made to subject a goddess like natasha phoenix trace to being  ‘ a hot thing’ . 

“ how about you have some respect your talking about a naval officer and lieutenant at that” y/n called. “ oh and if anyones paying for her drink it gonna be me , penny my dear if you would be so kind  “  she smiled taking the seat next to nat. 

“ hey i’m trying to talk to your friend here “ the man scoffed . 

“ doesn’t look like she talking to you buddy “ she shot back . “ i like the dress by the way “ she winked at nat . 

“ thanks you look good too “ she smiled smoothing out the dress. 

“ come on baby we  could have a lot of fun “ the man reached out only for y/n to grab his hand  stopping the action completely.

“ she ain’t interested shit for brains … plus i was thinking of asking if she wanted to go for dinner be shame to waste a pretty dress “ y/n looking at nat as she held the mans arm in place. 

“ fucking dykes , shit she ain’t even that good looking was just hoping to get my…” was all the man had gotten out of his mouth before he hit the ground with a thump .  “ fuck fags really in this bar” he groaned holding his nose . 

“  out of my bar and don’t come back “ penny called barely even phased . 

“ wouldn’t want to spend anymore money here in this hell hole , enjoy the way to hell dykes “ he groaned only for jake and bob to pull him up off the ground as the people of bar began chanting over board . 

“ sorry penny but when you got a lady here looking like this well .. ain't she worth fighting for “ y/n winced as the bartender gave a knowing smile and nervous and wondering where the hell the confidence was coming from  .  “ so dinner?” she turned to nat . 

“ on one condition” nat grinned. 

“ and what would that be ?” she asked . 

“ kiss me first” standing coming closer as her hand cupping y/n cheek never in a million thinking this would be happening or even the realm of possibilities and shit she wasn’t wasting a single second when she place her lips on y/n’s .   boy was it everything and more , making her dreams completely nothing in comparison . only pulling part from the cheers only to see the dagger squad clapping as they both flushed. 

“ see told you “ bob grinned at the both . 

“ yeah yeah no medical mishaps “ y/n shrugged . “ anyways raincheck on the hang out hang man i got a dinner to get to “ she winked intertwining her hand with phoenix as the two headed out. 

“ anyone take note?” rooster called. 

“ Yep” they all called in unison . 

[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.

[roosterforme]

First off and most importantly, Congratulations!

How about Phoenix and "I can't get enough of you" with sending nudes pretty pleeeeease 🖤💛

Sylvia, please enjoy Nat getting a little hot for teacher... I also combined this with a second request. @teacupsandtopgun

Written for my Smutsational Smutfest!

Stay On That Table

Nat was mesmerized by you. It was a terrible idea, all of the sneaking around. Especially with an instructor. But she couldn't help herself. You would only be at Top Gun for a few more weeks, and Phoenix was enjoying you to the fullest extent.

"What's on your schedule today?" Phoenix asked as you climbed out of her bed and got dressed in your uniform from yesterday. Just knowing you'd be wearing that to work again had Nat excited. 

"It's going to be a long day," you whispered, hooking your bra while Nat ran her fingers along the bruise you left on her neck. "I might surprise you with something later though."

Nat's eyebrows shot up. "Like what? You going to finger me in your car again?"

You giggled, and Nat had to physically fight the urge to drag you back to bed. "No. Something else. Keep your eye on your phone."

So Nat took to the air, lifted weights and went for a run with Bradley, and she kept checking her phone at every opportunity. 

"What's your problem? You waiting for someone to send you nudes or something?" Bradley asked around the fifth mile.

Nat just scoffed. "No. Who would send me nudes?"

But then her phone went off and she slowed a bit to check it. And it was in fact a series of dirty photos. Of you. On the table in Classroom 5. 

When her steps slowed before coming to a full stop, Bradley turned around. "You coming?"

But Nat just turned and took off in the direction they came from, texting as she ran.

Stay on that table.

When she arrived at the classrooms, Nat was a sweaty mess. When she barged into Classroom 5, she found you on the table, and you were a different kind of mess. 

"Phoenix," you moaned, turning to look at her as she closed and locked the door.

"Anyone could have walked in," Nat scolded, making her way closer to the table. Your shirt was unbuttoned, and your nipples were peeking out of your bra cups. Your pants and underwear were discarded, but you were still wearing your combat boots. "Holy shit," she whispered, watching the small vibrator that you were using to circle your clit. "Show me how much you need me."

You spread your legs wider, showing yourself off. "Nat, I was edging myself, and it took you forever to get here," you whimpered, and Nat ran her hands up your bare thighs, moaning at the sight of how wet you were. Your pussy was absolutely dripping as Nat kissed your left knee and guided the vibrator away from your clit. 

"I got you," she whispered, running her fingertips through your wetness. You immediately bucked up off the table. "It's okay."

You were practically in tears as Nat guided you closer to the edge of the table and knelt down. As soon as she tasted you, burying her lips and nose in your pussy, you were keening. 

"God, you're worked up," Nat whispered. "I can't get enough of you."

"Nat, please," you begged, and she ran her tongue from your hole up to your clit and back before shoving two fingers inside you.

You rode her hand while she sucked on your clit, and Nat's face was covered in your sweetness. Your booted feet were planted firmly as your legs shook. It didn't take long before you were chanting "Oh God," and squeezing her fingers. 

Nat kissed along your inner thighs, letting her cheek come to rest there. She stroked you softly as you came down, enjoying the view of your torso covered in a sheen of sweat. 

"Did you like your surprise?" you asked, voice shaky.

Nat licked her fingers clean and kissed your pussy. "I loved it. And now I'm going to take you home with me. It's my turn to get edged."

[writtingrose]

I love this so muchhhhhhhhhh

All The Right Moves

Summary: Your day takes a turn for the better when you meet not one but two cute Navy Pilots at the hospital. Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x F!Reader x Robert “Bob” Floyd  Word Count: 1.8K Ratings: Gen. AU, fluff, awkwardly charming Bob, a very direct Phoenix and some flirting. Brief mention of some superficial injuries Phoenix and Bob have. A/N: In this AU Bob and Phoenix have known each other since they went to Top Gun together and have had a casual thing going on whenever they see one another. This story is based on an anon ask I received. It takes place in the same universe as Follow the Leader but occurs first.  Reblogs and comments feed the muse. 

Walter trots happily alongside you in the hallway of the hospital. He’s wearing his bright red therapy dog vest and his nose twitches as he takes in all the exciting scents. The hospital staff you pass stop to pet him and share a few words with you. You’re both well known around here, spending long hours comforting patients and their families in the summertime after school’s out and you aren’t bogged down with teaching. 

Today you’re visiting one of the quieter floors. Several of the rooms you pass are empty. You find Macy at the nurses' station. She grins when she sees you, bending down to ruffle Walter’s golden fur and baby talk to him about what a good boy he is. Walter's tail smacks noisily against her desk and he offers her a lick in greeting. 

“Where should we start today?” You ask. 

“We have a few navy pilots in house who were involved in a crash,” she tells you, standing up and brushing dog hair from her blue scrubs. “Nothing major but they seem like they could use a pick me up. I’d start with 305. The guy in there is an absolute sweetheart.”

“We are on it!” You promise, gently tugging on the leash to get him to follow you.

You knock on 305, hearing a muffled invitation to come in. The man on the bed is about your age and looks a little worse for wear with a cut on his forehead and a split lip. He’s wearing the standard hospital gown that does no one any favors, yet he somehow manages to look adorably handsome. You introduce yourself and Walter and ask if he'd like company. 

"Me?" He questions, glancing behind him to the empty bed. 

"Unless you have a friend hiding in the bathroom," you joke, charmed when the tips of his ears turn red.

“No ma’am. It’s just me.” He pauses, looking at Walter. “I do love dogs.”

“Well Walter loves people, you’re going to make a great pair,” you tell him warmly, walking around the bed to take a seat on the chair next to him. It's only now that you're closer that you realize his glasses are cracked.

You tap the bed and Walter rests his two front paws next to the man’s hip, waiting to be petted. 

“I’m Robert,” he says. “But uh, everyone calls me Bob.”

You watch him stroke Walter’s head gently, a little half-smile on his face as he continues to pet your dog. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Bob."

Walter barks, his own way of introducing himself, and you both laugh as he gets more insistent, nuzzling and licking Bob’s face for attention. Behind you, the heart monitor beeps steadily, its intensity lower than when you first came in.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Bob. “Heard you were in a crash.”

“Pretty good considering,” he tells you, meeting your eyes briefly before looking back at Walter. 

You can feel him watching you again a moment later but keep your attention focused on your dog, sensing Bob might be a little shy. The few pilots you met before were borderline assholes who loved to hear themselves talk. Bob seems incredibly sweet and down to earth. 

“Being a pilot for the Navy must be pretty exciting,” you continue. 

“Oh, well I’m just a Wizzo, ma’am.” When you look blankly at him he clears his throat and ducks his head. “Sorry, it stands for weapon systems officer. My partner Phoenix does all the fancy flying.” 

“That’s still very impressive,” you tell him.

“Oh, you uh, must impress easy then,” he jokes, glancing up at you. 

There's a nervous little line in his brow that doesn't disappear until you laugh. He gives you a real smile then and it lights up his whole face, highlighting just how handsome he actually is. His dark blue eyes meet yours before glancing away only to return again a moment later. 

Was he flirting with you? 

Your chest warms unexpectedly at the thought, but a current of nervous energy also rips through your body. You shift in the hospital chair, sitting up a little straighter and brushing off a clump of dog hair clinging to your light blue shirt. Suddenly you wish you’d put a little more effort into your appearance today. 

“I’ll have you know I have high standards,” you say, tilting your head to look at him with a grin. “Isn’t that right, Walter?”

Your dog barks and wags his tail happily while you scratch his rump. Whatever Bob’s about to say gets interrupted by his phone dinging with a message notification. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes, picking it up. Whoever the text is from makes him smile softly. He types a quick reply, looking at you briefly before setting it face down on the table. “Walter seems like he might be biased,” Bob notes, amused.

“That's a heavy accusation. Impugning poor Walter’s credibility, Bob,” you tease, touching his arm briefly.  

“I get it,” he whispers to Walter, scratching his chin and making your dog groan happily. “I’d probably be biased too.”

A little thrill zips along your spine when Bob looks up at you and holds your gaze. This time it’s you who looks away, tapping your fingers against your thigh. You chew the inside of your cheek, trying to work up the courage to ask if he wants to join you for coffee after he gets discharged. There weren't technically any rules about asking a patient out, you were only a volunteer after all, but you’d avoided doing it. 

“Would you maybe want to,” you start just when the door to Bob’s room opens. 

The woman that enters is beautiful with striking features and silky-looking black hair swept back in a utilitarian bun. She’s wearing a torn flight suit and there’s a smudge of something black along her cheekbone. A bandage disappears below the neckline of her suit. 

“Hey Phoenix,” Bob greets, smiling. 

“Hey,” she returns, her face softening as she takes in the man on the bed. She touches his shoulder, her thumb sweeping up the side of his throat and down again. His Adam's apple bobs in response. They share meaningful eye contact that feels intimate enough to make you stare down at your hands until it passes. 

Had you read the situation wrong? Oh god, maybe he hadn’t been flirting before and was just being nice. He did refer to Phoenix as his partner earlier. You assumed he meant it in a buddy type way but there is clearly something between them. 

“Who’s your friend, Bob?” Phoenix asks, looking at you. 

She makes an unnerving amount of eye contact with you before her dark brown eyes drag down your body and flick back to your face again in a quick assessment. Awkwardly you stand and hold out a hand, introducing yourself and Walter. Her slim fingers are cool and calloused against yours. Walter is oblivious to the tension in the room, jumping off the bed to greet Phoenix. To your relief the other woman squats down and scratches Walter in his favorite spot behind his ears. 

“Aren’t you handsome, buddy,” she whispers before looking up at you, head cocked to the side. “What do I need to do to get a visit from you?”

Her tone almost sounds flirty, but you know it couldn’t possibly be. She’s probably pissed you were flirting with her boyfriend and now she was trying to make a point that you were spending too much time with Bob. That you should be visiting other patients. You glance at him, surprised to find him smiling at you. Phoenix pats Walter on the head one more time and stands. 

She shares a look with her partner who nods. In response the corner of her lips curve upward and she turns to face you. “Would you like to go out with us?” She asks.

"Out with you,” you repeat, confused. Was this some weird power move to make sure you knew Bob was hers? “Like to dinner… or a cabin in the woods to kill me because I promise, I didn't realize he was your boyfriend." You hurry to tell her. “I was just being friendly. That’s what Walter and I do here at the hospital.”

To your surprise both Bob and Phoenix laugh. 

"Oh, I see I'm going to have two of you," Phoenix says and you stare at her confused.

"Two of us?"

"Bob babbles when he's nervous too," Phoenix tells you, rounding the bed to approach you. Her gait is steady and slow, the look on her face causing a flurry of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. “We want to take you out on a date if you’re interested. No hard feelings if you’re not. Or if you just want to see Bob, that's okay too,” she says casually. 

“But… you’re together?” You ask, motioning between them. 

“Sort of,” says Bob at the same time Phoenix replies, “Define together.” 

They look at each other and laugh. It’s an infectious sound. Both of them are attractive and it’s been a painfully long time since you’ve been out with someone or done anything fun. A date wouldn’t be so bad. At worst it would lead to nothing, then again, you could also have a fun night together. Maybe it was time to try something new.

“Okay,” you tell them both. “I’d like to go out. With both of you.” You clarify. 

“Give me your phone,” Phoenix instructs, holding her hand out. She brings up your contact list and swiftly enters what you assume is her and Bob’s numbers, sending a text to both their numbers. Their phones chime in unison and she hands yours back. “There, now we’re all set.”

She’s so different from him, direct but not pushy, though-, that throws you off a little. 

“Well, um, I look forward to hearing from you both,” you say, picking up Walter’s leash and almost missing the amused look Bob and Phoenix share. You feel a little awkward now but there’s a pleasant, excited buzz of energy flowing beneath your skin. “I should be going though, we have more patients to see.”

You get halfway to the door before a thought occurs to you and you turn around to look at Phoenix. "Hey… how did you know I'm um you know…" you trail off, gesturing to yourself. 

“I have a radar for these things, plus Bob’s like catnip to bisexual women,” she says with a wink. “We’ll see you soon,” she promises. Behind her Bob waves.

You’re making your way down the hall when your phone pings. It’s a group message from Phoenix with a suggested time and date to meet up at a place called the Hard Deck. The next message is from Bob, letting you know their patio is dog friendly. You bend down and scratch Walter’s head.

“Looks like we got a date buddy,” you tell him with a grin.

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[flor4de4amor]

𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!

you’re abby’s favorite bartender at her favorite dive bar. she doesn’t take to kindly to people disrespecting her best girl.

warnings: alcohol is mentioned + slight violence

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Abby is a regular at your bar. Well, regular is a kind way to put it. At this point, she lives in the dive bar. She’s head over heels for you but has decided obnoxious flirting every happy hour, and a sliver of your attention will suffice. 

Her routine is simple:

Order a beer. From her favorite bartender of course. If anyone offers to serve her it’s deny, deny, deny. She can only accept alcoholic content from her best girl.

Shoot some darts, play some pool, chugging contest. Blah, blah, blah. It’s only fun if she sees you sneaking glances from your station, shooting you a wink while she engages with her team. She likes seeing how flustered she can get you with a thin-lipped smile and wink alone. And the answer is very flustered.

Once she’s seen you steal enough glances, it’s time to go back to the bar and bother you. Sure, order another drink. But, also, flirt with the gorgeous girl serving her. Is that a new shirt? Your hair looks so pretty tonight. She loves the necklace you’re wearing, situated real well between your tits. 

Then stay on the barstool, all night, up until she’s one of the last patrons in the bar. Even though,  she’s gotta be up running drills quite soon after your shift ends. But it’s worth it. If she can make you laugh at least once.

Every time. Without fail. That’s Abby’s routine, and tonight was no different. 

Well, except for the fact that there was some asshole bothering you while you worked. Doesn’t he know that’s her job? Only she can bother you, she’s the only one who does it right. Besides, you looked annoyed while he was talking to you. You never looked annoyed when Abby flirted. Always brushing your fingers on her bicep, giggling as she flexed, giving her a hard time for flinching after a shot. You relished in her attention even. You looked like you wanted to throw up while this guy was talking to you. Abby personally, wants to throw him a punch. Instead, she rolls her eyes and fiddles with the toothpick between her teeth, before calling you over to her. The night’s still early, maybe he’ll back off. She hasn't gotten her slice of your attention yet, so she refuses to let that be cut short. 

“Hey, princess!” She uses a hand motion towards you. Your face lights up as you walk towards her freckled face. You hadn't spoken many words to her all night. It was a relief to see the pilot in her designated stool. 

You throw your towel over your shoulder and place your hands on your hips. “How can I help you, Captain Anderson?” Your tongue pokes between your lips, a coy smile protruding.

Abby rolls her eyes. “I hate when you call me that.” She sighs playfully, “I only let my favorite bartenders call me Abby y’know.” 

You place your hand over your heart, flinching, “Silly me thinking I was the only one.” 

Abby whistles lowly at you. “None of them are half as pretty as you, baby.” She watches as you turn your head to the side shyly. She’s already got you flustered and the night’s just begun. She hasn’t even started throwing darts and flexing muscles with her squad yet.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now. “Promise?” you flirt shamelessly, curious as to what she’ll say.

“Scout’s honor princess,” she kisses three of her fingers and holds them up.

You laugh at her actions. Only Abby can have you laughing at work. In a sticky bar, tight shirt, and light hangover still cascading over you. “Okay, Abby,” You say her name sickeningly sweet. She almost bends over to her knees. “What can I get you tonight?” She smiles, tapping the paper coaster on the countertop, pretending to think. “I’m gonna go with the usual tonight babe.”

You smile, “Boring but expected.” You go to grab a glass and fill it up with ice as a deep baritone fills your ears. “Princess,” the man calls. This new customer was evidently, not privy to the unspoken rules of the bar. He winks at Abby expecting some comradery from a nickname alone. As if friendships are built off disrespecting women. 

You cringe at the nickname and don’t reply. Your legs only move to that call when it’s your favorite captain calling you.

“Oh c’mon don’t be that way.” The man continues. “What? You want a different nickname?” Abby’s jaw is clenched so tightly, that she's sure her molars have cracked. She’s clenching her fist to the point that the white of her knuckles is apparent. 

“She doesn’t respond to that,” Abby replies to the asshole. “She’s got a name.” This man is new sure, but definitely an idiot. He’s choosing to continue squaring off with the Abby Anderson. You know better. You wouldn't disrespect her even with all the alcohol in the world flooding your system. You’ve seen her in a bar fight. She’s never lost.  

“What is this your girlfriend?” He laughs drunkenly. “I mean I’m into that sort of thing,” he snorts to himself. “Why don’t you give us all a little kiss?” He continues chuckling like he’s some world-class comedian. Though, Abby doesn’t seem to find him funny. 

She runs her hand over her face. She looks at you for a moment. “Princess,” she leans in whispering, “How many bar fights in me until you said I was banned?”

You lean closer to her, whispering back, “I don’t think I’m allowed to ban the champ.” Smiling cheekily at her. She winks and clicks her tongue. That’s all she needs as reassurance to kick this guy’s ass.

She gets up from the stool, walking closer to him. Though Abby oozes dominance, when she’s standing over you it’s hard not to shit your pants. She places her hands square atop this guy’s shoulders. “I’m gonna give you just one chance to apologize to my pretty girl or else you’re gonna be banned.” 

The man brandishes off a drunk grin that’s missing two front teeth. “Ban? Me? Ban me? Nah.”

Abby rolls her eyes, “So that’s a no?” She doesn’t even give the guy a chance to answer before punching him straight in the jaw. “See someone else has had the common sense to knock two teeth from that ugly mug of yours, what’s a few more?” She mutters to herself.  There’s slight commotion, but it dies down quickly with the rest of Abby’s aviator squad coming quickly behind her. Beers still in hand, foam coating a few mustaches they ask her what happened. She wrings out her hand, “Go take his picture for the wall of shame and dump him outside.” She huffs, watching her lieutenants follow her orders.

Abby comes to sit by you in her same old worn-down barstool. She smiles as you give her a bag of ice for her hand. “What number fight is that?” You ask her softly and playfully.

“For you or in this bar?” She’s got that look in her eye, nothing but trouble.

You roll your eyes, “Don’t answer a question with a question.” You being to make the drink you never got to give the dirty blonde.

“You’re bossy tonight,” she muses, accepting the drink once you hand it to her, chugging quickly. “Fighting makes me thirsty she muses.”

You repress a smile, crossing your arms over your chest. “So Captain,” you drag out the tightly slightly. Watching as Abby raises her eyebrow at you.

“Princess,” she replies with an edge to her voice. 

“When’re you gonna bite the bullet and ask me out? Hasn’t total endless flirting with me gotten boring?” You lean against the bar top, cleavage spilling from your low-cut top. 

“How about now?” Abby works hard to make sure her eyes don’t come to your spillage. She works overtime in doing so even. It’s torturous.

You hum, “Beating up drinkies doesn’t count as a date you know?” You smile at her, propping your face against your hand.

“Our first date wouldn’t be here,” she smiles toothily. “If that’s the case, we’ve had plenty of dates while I sat in this barstool. We’re married even.” She grins at you.

Your tongue licks your lips, “Moving fast, aren’t you? Focus on the first date, Anderson.”

“Yeah get used to saying that last name, ‘cause it’ll be yours,” she clicks her tongue and winks at you. “How about I come to grab you this weekend? A nice dinner, me you, and no drunks up your ass.” 

“Does this mean I’ll finally be seeing you out of that old navy uniform Anderson?” Your smile captivates your face as you tease her. Only you would make fun of her while she’s trying to ask you out.

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t go home on the first date.” She teases, laughing softly, ‘cause it’s far from true.

“Liar,” you call her out on her shit, carefully grasping the glinting dog tags that lay around her neck. You pull her in for a kiss, for a moment there’s cheering. You know it’s from her rowdy lieutenants. You smile against her lips and pull away. “I’ll see you this weekend?” You say looking at her loved face.

“Sure thing princess.” She’s stunned. “You know what? Put a round on my tab, for celebration.” She reaffirms.

“No doubt captain,” you smile mocking a salute.

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[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter One

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, alcohol

Chapter summary: Y/N meets Bob's squadron, and encounters someone she thought she'd never see again; the Daggers celebrate Jake's birthday where he and Y/N have their first conversation after the one night stand

Masterlist here

You were late. Bob was going to kill you. Your brother was a stickler when it came to being on time. It came as no surprise to anyone in your family that he had gone into the military.

You rushed through the door, purse strap getting caught on the handle and you tugged it free, chest rising as you spun around, searching for Bob. He stood in the corner of the coffee shop, pristine in a khaki uniform, eyes wide behind his wire glasses. 

“Hi Ducky,” he said as you tossed yourself into his arms, breathing in his familiar scent. He felt like home, even though it had been years since you and Bob had lived under the same roof. You had been barely a teen when Bob left for the Naval Academy, and his stints on land were far and few between after. His assignment to Top Gun was the first time he had settled somewhere on a more permanent basis. It’s why you decided to move to San Diego after college. All of your friends had scattered around the country – grad school in New York, policy analysts in Washington, even one friend had taken an internship with an art dealer in Miami. But you had packed up and left Tennessee with one goal. Be closer to your brother. 

“Bobby,” you grinned, stepping back to admire him. Every time you saw him it was months apart and so much had changed, but also so little. He was the same Bob who had thrown you over his shoulder to win the family flag football game on Thanksgiving. The same Bob who had carried your book bag for you when you were in elementary school and he was a middle schooler and went a mile out of his way every morning to make sure you got to your homeroom class safe and sound. The Bob who always picked up, day or night, when you called. The Bob who listened to you weep about your college boyfriend who broke your heart. The Bob who took care of you when you were seven and had the flu and your mom was working a double shift at the hospital and couldn’t stay home with you. 

“Ducky,” he said, dropping your hands. The familiar nickname on his tongue brought forward a flood of memories: spring weekends flying kites in the nearby park, sitting on the back of a tandem bike with Bob on a trip to Florida to visit your grandparents, the fort the two of you made the one time it snowed two feet in Tennessee in under a day in March. “This is my squad. Guys, meet my sister, Y/N.” 

You tore your gaze from Bob, looking over at the table he was gesturing to, a smile plastered on your face. A beautiful brunette with pearly white teeth and a tight bun was on the far left. That was Phoenix. You had received a handful of letters from Bob talking about her. Next to Phoenix was a handsome, bulky man with a mustache in a plain blue t-shirt. Wow, he was gorgeous. 

Your eyes shifted over one more, breath halting in your throat as your gaze slowly crept up. First you spotted the dog tags. Eerily familiar, but then again, a lot of military guys wore dog tags, right? 

Then the chin. Ridiculously cut jaw, slight bifurcated butt chin that you had found weirdly adorable two nights before. Plump, pink lips, puckered up in a grin. You felt your heart sink. There was only one thing left. You raised your eyes to his. Clear, seafoam green. An ocean in two small orbs. He smiled as you screamed internally. 

Bob’s voice drew you out of your coma. “That’s Bradley.” The mustache man waved a hand. “And Jake Seresin. Hangman.” 

Jake. Your stomach did a somersault. 

Last time you had seen him, you had been teetering on the edge of drunk, standing outside of the bar with one hand on the railing, the salty ocean wind licking at the sweat on your collarbone, flicking the ends of your hair up against your chin.

The next moment, his tongue was on your throat, in your mouth, fingers in your hair, pressing your body against the railing of the deck as you whimpered into his lips. 

You had crept out of bed before he woke up. Just a gorgeous, tan, muscular back sticking out beneath crisp white sheets as you tugged on your short dress and called an Uber. You had expected to never see him again. 

And here he was, smirking at you as your brother’s gaze narrowed. 

You had fucked up. Correction. You had fucked Jake Seresin. And that was a major fuck up. 

***

Bob had never been the type to have a huge friend group, or any close friends really. So the first time he called from Top Gun, giddy with excitement, you had been elated for him. Your brother deserved a tightly knit friend group.

Before you had moved to San Diego, Bob had filled you in on the group’s antics. Their flights, their wild nights out, the dynamics. But he had centered mostly on Phoenix and Rooster. 

Jake had conveniently been left out of the majority of the conversation. 

“Well?” Bob asked as the two of you headed back to his house in your rental car. “What do you think of the group?” 

“They’re nice,” you said. 

“That’s it? Nice?” 

You sighed. “I’m really happy for you, Bobby. You have a good group of friends. I know that’s what you always wanted.” 

Bob leaned back against the seat. You were the one person that Bob confided in. He was an open book and you could read him with one glance. Looking over, you spotted his furrowed brow, the tense way he was squeezing his knuckles together. 

“Are you OK?” you asked, turning your eyes back toward the road, slowing down to take a right turn. 

“Tell me you didn’t move here for me.” 

“Then I’d be lying.” 

“Y/N,” Bob said. His voice had taken on Big Brother™ mode. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t you want me around?” you whispered. 

“Of course I do,” Bob replied. “I just don’t want you to waste your life following me.” 

“Living in California a waste?” you asked. “No way.” 

“What’s the plan, Duck?” 

“Not everyone was born potty trained and with a plan, Bobby.” 

“You’re twenty-three,” he countered. “It’s time to be an adult and figure out what you’re doing with your life.” 

“You sound like mom.” 

“And we both know she’s never wrong.” 

You sighed. “Just because you got your life together at seven doesn’t mean I have to.” 

“Duck—” 

You cut him off. “Bobby, please. It’s been a week. Give me a little time and I promise, I'll figure out what I’m doing. Just be my brother, OK, instead of acting like my dad.” 

That silenced him. Bob had taken your father’s disappearance harder than you had. He put on a brave face. He stepped up. He became the man of the house. But that meant that he had taken it upon himself to be your brother and your dad. So even at twenty three he still saw you as a child. 

The two of you drove the rest of the way back to Bob’s house in silence. Inside, you were just about to close the door to your guest bedroom when Bob’s voice floated down the hall. 

“By the way,” he said, “I told the squad we’d go out for drinks with them tonight. It’s Jake’s birthday.” 

You grimaced. “Sounds good.” 

“Leave at nine?” 

“Sure.” You closed the door, plopping down on the bed face first. You had moved to San Diego to figure your life out. And of course the first thing you had done was have a one night stand with one of Bob’s teammates. If he had been anyone else in the world you would have been able to avoid him. 

What do you get someone for their birthday when you hoped you’d never see them again? 

***

“Floyd!” 

You turned at the same time as Bob. Bradley grinned. “Oh this is going to get confusing.” 

“Here.” Natasha pointed to the bar stool next to her. “Have a seat. Boys will get you a drink. Bradshaw?” 

Bradley tipped his head. “On it, ma’am.” 

She rolled her eyes as you settled into the seat, crossing your legs beneath the short skirt. “So, Y/N. Bob’s told me all about his little sister. But he left out that you were coming to live here.” 

“I’m not much of a planner.” 

Phoenix laughed. “The anti-Bob. I like you already.” 

“He’s told me a lot about you,” you replied. “And Bradley.” 

“And nothing about Jake I’m guessing?” You nodded and Phoenix took a sip of her beer. “Trust me when I say, you don’t want to even go there.” 

“Are you speaking from experience?” 

Phoenix craned her neck around, making sure the two of you were out of earshot before nodding. “Just steer clear of him. That’s my suggestion. Hangman is fun for a night. But things get messy quick. And he and Bob have a little bit of a history.” 

You frowned. “What kind of history?” 

Just as Phoenix opened her mouth to respond, Bradley pressed a beer into your open hand. “Ducky.” 

You grimaced. “Bobby, you didn’t!” 

He shrugged. “Sorry.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m so going to eat your last Pop-Tart tomorrow just to get you back for that.” 

“Fill us in, will you?” Phoenix asked. 

“When she was four, Y/N became obsessed with those little yellow rubber ducks that you put in your bath.” You groaned as your brother recounted the full story. How you had thrown a fit when your mother had tried to take you out of the bath and the only thing to calm you had been to fill your bed with the rubber ducks. And how the next morning that continued, one rubber duck gripped firmly in your chubby hand as you ate breakfast, went to the park, tagged along to the grocery store, went to daycare. This continued for weeks. 

You didn’t want to admit to the team that you still had a rubber duck stuffed inside your suitcase back at Bob’s house. It was a safety net of sorts. 

“Sorry, Duck,” Bob said, squeezing your shoulders and placing a small peck on the top of your head. 

You looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, he had a massive grin on his face. He was happy. All you had wanted in as long as you could remember was for Bob to be happy. He took your happiness more seriously than his own. It was time you returned the favor. 

“Am I interrupting?” All eyes turned to Jake. He had on a tight black t-shirt and a pair of jeans with cowboy boots peeking out the bottom. He shot a grin your way and you did your best to avoid his eye contact. 

“Happy birthday, Hangman.” There was a chill in Bob’s voice, or perhaps you were reading into it because of what Phoenix had said earlier. 

Jake nodded. “Thanks, man. Anyone up for a game of darts?” 

Bob dropped his hand from your shoulder, following Phoenix and Jake back toward the darts board on one end of the bar. You sat back in your seat, tipping the beer down your throat, watching as they played. There was an easy banter with all of them. 

You finished your beer, the darts game still ongoing. Quietly, you slipped around the edge of the room, out the door that led to the back deck. 

It was quiet outside, just the sound of the waves crashing against the hard sand and the soft hum of the music as it seeped through under the door and from behind the old windows. You laid your fingertips on the wooden railing, tipping your head back toward the moon that was slung low in the sky, feeling the cool breeze dry the sweat that had started to form on the base of your neck. 

“Mind if I join?” 

You turned. Jake stepped out onto the deck, a beer in one hand. He approached the railing, putting the green bottle down and smirking over at you. This time you were far less drunk. You shrugged. “It’s your birthday. Who am I to say what you can or can’t do?” 

He frowned. “Don’t be like that.” 

“Just because you’ve seen me naked doesn’t mean you know me.” 

He looked bristled. “Y/N. I had no idea you were Bob’s sister when we met the other night. If I had known, I—”

“Wouldn’t have fucked me?” 

He grimaced. “You’re the one that left without saying anything.” 

You folded your arms over your chest. “It’s not like you were falling over yourself to drive me home. It was better that way and we both know it.” You allowed yourself to look up. God, he was stunning. Green, wide eyes. Tanned skin, the way his forearm flexed as he gripped the railing. You could remember the way his touch felt as he dragged his fingertips over your skin. You tried to shake the memory from your mind. “Just do me one favor.” 

“Sure.” 

“Don’t tell Bob,” you whispered. “Let’s just forget the other night ever happened.” 

Jake’s gaze lingered. “If that’s what you want.” 

You pushed up off of the railing. “It’ll be better, trust me.” You headed for the door, turning around at the last moment. Jake was still leaning against the railing, watching the waves in the dark. “Jake?” 

He turned, green eyes wide. There was something almost sad about him, you thought. It was a fleeting glimpse, but you saw it. 

“Happy birthday.” 

He smiled. You turned, peering through the glass on the wood door. Bob had his head thrown back in a laugh as Bradley pounded against the piano keys and Phoenix danced. You smiled. Your brother was happy. 

You weren’t going to ruin his perfectly crafted life by saying you had slept with one of his friends. It would be easier for everyone if you and Jake Seresin pretended you had never met before. 

How would they ever catch you in your lie? 

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[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!

[fridamoss]

Yes! I'm always look for Nat fics

heat wave | n.t

pairing: natasha “phoenix” trace x f!reader word count: 2159 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], vaginal fingering, pussy eating, wlw, face sitting, finger fucking,

summary: in which you summer crush heats up when you and nat share a bed while on vacation

author’s note:

oneshot | masterlist

Nat smiled as she took in the sight before her, her hand curled around a half-empty bottle of a beer. Watching the smoke from the bonfire billow into the night sky. The flames licked light and cast shadows onto her friends’ faces. Marshmallows stuck on the ends of sticks as a few guys held them near the large open flame, making s’mores for anyone who asked for one.

She took in Jake and Bradley, working in tandem with Bob to produce s’mores. The trio laughed as Jake dropped a whole ass marshmallow into the bonfire, losing it to the flames. Exchanging friendly jabs as they laughed at the misfortune of burning the sugary pillow to a crisp.

The rattling of beer bottles in the chiller grew louder as you rejoined the group with more beer, having taken the empty bottles back to the house to get more. Despite the heat from the fire, the chilly breeze from the ocean overpowered the fire and the usually warm summer air. And no one was ready to call it a night yet.

You passed the guys hoodies around to their respectful owners after placing the cooler in the sand. Nat thanked you for the dark hoodie you handed her, placing her beer in the sand to pull it over her head. Appreciating the extra warmth it gave her to battle the ocean breeze. Raising her beer to her lips and finishing the rest of the contents as you handed him a new bottle and took the empty one from her. Clinking your bottles together, she turned around to look at the house.

Bradley sipped his beer, watching the frown form on your face. Knowing you were upset that they hadn’t waited for you before breaking out the s’mores.

Bob apologised and Jake looked sheepish, which was good enough for you.

“C’mere,” Nat said, reaching for your hand as you walked past, pulling you towards her. “Wanna share your blanket.” She placed her beer back in the sand, pulling at the blanket around your shoulders.

You smiled down at her. “I want a s’more,” you told her as the blanket came loose. Sighing, knowing she’d get her way, you sipped your beer but didn’t fight her.

“Boys?” Nat asked, but the group was already on it. Bob had the graham crackers, Jake was layering the chocolate, and Bradley was roasting the marshmallow.

You sat down beside Nat, covering your legs with the blanket. Grateful for the extra warmth, and linking your arm through hers as you sat even closer. She didn’t seem to mind, especially since she rested her head on your shoulder.

Your crush on Nat had flourished over the summer. What had started as a small, mild infatuation after meeting her for the first time had blossomed into a whole other monster after spending the last two weeks sharing a room.

And a bed.

You assumed the guys had deliberately booked the house with two double beds and a fold out couch. Bob had volunteered to take the couch.

You’d looked at Nat, while Jake and Bradley stared innocently at you both. Like, “oops, guess we’ll have to share?”

“Yeah, you boys can share one bed, and Y/N and I will have the other,” she’d told them, grabbing your hand and dragging you giggling to your room before they had a chance to argue. Or ask if they could watch.

Two weeks ago your innocent crush had been tested. Nat didn’t know about your sexuality, or that her casual nudity around you drove you fucking crazy. She didn’t know how difficult it was for you to not stare creepily whenever she dropped her towel to change into her underwear or pyjamas. How difficult it was for you to pretend that you were straight, and let on that the cute brunette you had a crush on wasn’t any of the guys like she thought, but was in fact her.

The way she smiled at you. Was generous with her affectionate touches. Always linking arms as you walked, or giving you hugs sporadically. Yeah, she was friendly, but she was so god damn pretty. The way her hypnotising brown eyes sparkled whenever she told a joke. The way her nose crinkled when she laughed. How she would always, without fail, compliment you on your outfit.

Even if you were only half dressed in a fitted tank and panties, saying your ass or boobs look great. You can’t even tell if she’s flirting. The lines are too blurred now and it makes your head spin every time.

Bradley handed you a s’more and you thanked him with a smile, taking a tentative bite in case the marshmallow was too hot.

The guys were telling stories, trying to flirt with you both, but neither of you were having a bar of it. Nat had confessed that yeah, they were cute, but they weren’t her type. You had no idea what that meant, but you agreed with a laugh. They were something alright, but definitely not your type either.

As the night wore on, and the more beer you consumed, your eyes started to grow heavier. A yawn escaping your lips that Nat teased you about.

“I might head to bed, guys, I’m exhausted,” you announced. After a long day in the sun, and a fair bit of alcohol, you needed rest. You needed your bed.

That you shared with Nat.

She said her farewell and joined you on the walk back to the house, linking her arm through yours and giving you a smile.

“You didn’t really think you could leave me alone with the three of them, did you?” She teased.

You laughed softly. “You can handle them,” you replied.

“What about you? Can you handle me?” She asked so innocently, so sweetly, that it had you imagining all the ways you’d love to handle her.

You pushed open the door to the house and wiped your sandy feet on the mat.

“Y/N?” She asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t answer me,” she prompted.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you replied truthfully.

“Then don’t say anything,” she said. “Show me. Show me how you’d handle me.”

“Nat–,”

You started to talk, to try and tell her that wasn’t a good idea. But her lips were on yours before you could say anything else.

She backed you further inside the house, her hands on your hips as yours snaked into her hair. Kissing her back without a second thought. This was all you’d thought about for weeks and now that it was happening, you felt like you were on cloud nine. Your skin was warm from the sun, but your body was warm from lust. Desire coursing through your veins with a vengeance.

You were hot, way too hot. Desperate to shed your clothes and devour her. Consume her. But you stopped, panting heavily. Eyes searching her own for any sign of doubt or remorse, and being relieved there was none.

“Bedroom,” you told her. “There’s no way in hell those guys are getting a show.”

She grinned and took your hand, dragging you down the hall to your room and locking the door.

You pulled her back in for another scorching kiss, one that left you breathless. Her mouth was soft and pliant against your own. Her hands slipped under your hoodie, hands cold against the skin of your hips. You shuddered under her touch, hands cupping her face as you walked her backwards to the bed.

You broke apart to pull your hoodie over your head, dropping it on the floor while she crawled onto the bed. She reached for you and pulled you down on top of her.

You’d dreamed of this moment so many times and now that it was here, you couldn’t wait. Couldn’t bear the thought of waiting any longer. What if she changed her mind? What if all she wanted was a kiss?

“You’re thinking,” she said, breaking the kiss to hold your face and stare into your eyes. “Stop it. Just enjoy it.”

“I’m enjoying it too much,” you confessed. “I just want to make sure you want this as much as I do.”

“I do. I want this. I want you.”

You were a goner.

She tangled her hands in your hair as she kissed you with fervour. One leg slotted between yours, the other hooked around your waist. Your core pressed firmly to her thigh as you rolled your hips, hands pushing her shirt up her sides. Fingertips digging into the soft flesh.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” you praised, dipping your head to her collarbone and nipping. Sucking. Teasing. Hands traveling further under her shirt, cuppings her breasts over the material of her bra. Squeezing appreciatively.

“Please,” she whimpered breathlessly, grinding her hips. Desperate for some kind of friction against her core.

You took off your shirt, gesturing for her to do the same thing. Discarding your bra too, and pushing her back down onto the bed. Your hands pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her full, pert breasts.

She gasped as you dipped your head to wrap your lips around one of her nipples, your hand playing with her other breast. Sucking, tweaking, massaging. Alternating between breasts and moaning in appreciation.

She was so receptive. Moaning and gasping. Hands tugging your hair and hips jerking up, desperately seeking your firm thigh.

You wanted more. You needed to see more of her. Spread out and fucked out of her mind. Consumed by you and how good you could make her feel. And then you wanted more. You never wanted to let her go, and you were hoping she felt the same.

You left hot, wet kisses down her body. Fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts and tugging them down, leaving her in her cute lace panties that had a pretty little wet spot at the center.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” you groaned, kissing her inner thigh and watching her squirm.

Tracing a finger over the lace before pulling it to the side and revealing her mound. A thin strip of hair perfectly tailored towards her glistening slit.

You couldn’t wait. Your mouth was on her and she was gasping, fisting the bed as you wasted no time devouring her. Consuming her. Swirling your tongue around her swollen clit. Lapping at her center and burying your face in her. Tongue stiff as you worked it inside her hole, fucking her. Tasting her. Humming in appreciation as she rocked her hips and fucked your face. Hand gripping your hair and keeping your head in place until her legs were shaking and she was yelling your name as she rode out her orgasm.

But still you wanted more. Removing her panties this time and feasting her slit with your fingers. Mouth wrapped around her breast as you pushed them inside her. Feeling how tight and wet she really was for you and chuckling as she gasped and bucked her hips.

“No fair,” she pouted. “I wanna taste you, too.”

You groaned at her words and quickly slipped out of the rest of your clothes. Moving so you were straddling her face.

She pulled you down the rest of the way, tongue teasing your clit just like you’d done to her. Then you buried your face between her legs again, copying what she was doing on you, and making her feel the exact same things. Gasping as her teeth grazed your clit before she began sucking on it, treating her the same way and feeling her breathy moan against your core.

She copied you this time when you pressed two fingers back inside her hole. Hooking them towards you and seeking that soft, spongy inner wall that would have her toes curling in no time. She took a little longer to find that same spot for you, but when she did, you were seeing stars. Fucking yourself back into her fingers while her hips jerked up and she fucked herself on your fingers.

The vibrations of her moans against your clit as her own orgasm wracked her body had you coming undone in no time. Feeling her contract around your fingers, her legs shaking and her own fingers still fucking you through her own delirium had your high erupting in no time. Moaning against her cunt the same way she’d just done to you.

When you collapsed beside her, she took your face in her hands and peppered it with soft kisses. Her lips lingering on yours for a moment longer than anywhere else, and you held her close. Cradling her body against yours. Enjoying the way she looked at you, blue eyes riddled with uncertainty that she let you kiss away. And when that uncertainty came back, you kissed her again. And again, until all that was left was happiness from your post-orgasm bliss.

[mynameismckenziemae]

I’m *pleading* for another nibble of the bobnix x reader fic.

Sure! I’m sorry, work was crazy and there’s a snowstorm where I live rn. I’m hoping to get more written tonight 🤞🏻

Nat smiles against your skin as she moves higher before obliging. Soon each thigh is littered with the marks from her teeth and your chest is heaving; the pain lasting only momentarily before blooming into pleasure and settling between your thighs.

[missmarveledsblog]

A deployment buddy ( Natasha trace x Female!Reader)

summary : it was the last thing Phoenix was expected to find arriving home but when she finds out how truly hard the deployments have been on the love of her life the furry surprise is a most welcome one

Warnings : none just is just cute and fluffy and it has dogs so like winner ... ok maybe not proofread but it has puppers so i think that makes up for it

Ok so maybe rushing into the house was a clear indication something was up but when Natasha trace walked into her  home , thinking her girlfriend some house warming gift or maybe slightly hoping some form of raunchy surprise. What she didn’t expect was the love of her life crouched looking up at  her with a worried expression while her hand was holding the collar of a german shepherd puppy she definitely didn’t remember being there three months when she went on deployment . 

“ erm baby ?” she smiled confused . 

“ yes beautiful and  very understanding love of my life “ y/n batted her lashes hand carding through the puppies fur to try settle the clearly excited pupper at new face . 

“ what the fuck .. don’t play dumb” she rolled her eyes trying to hide the amused smirk on her lips especially as she watched her huffing as she lifted the bundle of fur into her arms . 

“ ok so this is rocket … cause he looks like the racoon… ok so roo was going to get a dog and asked me to go with him so really this is his fault because i can’t say no to cute things that why bob get away with murder we both know this “ she rambled as nat couldn’t help agree bob was cartoonishly cute and did always get his way .  “ plus when your on deployment he can be my deployment buddy so i won’t be lonely ” she smiled sweetly .

“ for one i am kicking bradshaw’s ass  and two i know my deployments have been rough but next time  maybe tell me you going to get an animal “  she laughed coming over rubbing the puppies head of course the little man was the cutest little thing she ever saw and one lick to her hand and she was already goner. 

“ ok next time i will tell you i’m getting one “ y/n  sang out while putting the puppy down heading down to their share room  . 

“ wait i didn’t mean it like that … y/n come back i didn't… come back here” nat chased after only for rocco to yap and follow thinking it was a game his new moms where playing . 

A small welcome home drink in the hard deck nat was surprised to learn rocco was  somewhat popular with the patrons and the owner of the bar . even more surprised when penny already had some treats at the ready . looking up to see y/n , rocco and Mav talking away with bradshaws puppy lou  at the bar smiling at the scene because of course her girlfriend would find a way to get them in  .  

“ you know she wasn’t bad this time … OUCH baby on board what the hell “ jake yelped bringing the brunette attention to her friends . 

“ shut up bagman “ he hissed as nat brows furrowed  while they all refused to meet her eye. 

“ what you mean not that bad?” she asked no one in particular but all of them at once. “ spill it” she glared at her friends . 

“  we always say your lucky right ? “ Rooster sighed  as she nodded. “ because even though it’s kinda a dick thing ..not like that .. she get upset like down bad when your on deployment  and we kinda hope someone love us that much to be like that but it’s hard to watch sometimes when we try help we all know it because she misses you so much it like a part of her goes with you “ he explained as her heart clenched and yet grew bigger with the love she had for that woman she got to call hers.  Of course she knew it was gonna be hard and she was grateful it never was a deal breaker but it was still hard to hear how it affected the one she love more than anything . 

“ but rocco has been helping with that , she been telling him since she got him all about his other mom and he was going to love you as much as she did,   just saying if you do ever want kids that the woman you have them with “ rooster added with a smirk before heading up to the bar .

“ how come you didn’t kick trooster “ was all nat heard before she got up , needing to be with her little family even if one member walked on four legs and was covered in fur.  She barely gave y/n a moment before crashing her lips on hers . all the word she needed to say and couldn’t but that kiss would do for now. 

“ what was that for not that i’m complaining “ y/n let out a breathless chuckle leaning her head on nats shoulder while rocco was giving  his new mom kisses of his own . 

“ because i love you and i love our fur baby “ nat shrugged although rooster could see what the words couldn’t , he could see it was nat way of thanking her for not giving up on her like most women did . not that they blamed them deployment could test the strongest couples and it wasn’t always a success story like nat had. 

“ penny my dear could you take our picture? I need to update the one in my cockpit , locker and my phone “ nat chuckled, handing her phone  over while rooster being a diligent best friend to both women started shoving patrons out of the background before shouting “ all clear” .  both holding the ball of fur as Mav got his attention behind penny and  nat pulling her girl closer to her side , a few clicks and flashes  , penny finally smiled happy as she handed the phone back over. 

“ perfect” nat smiled softly her whole world in front of her and at her side in one moment looking down at the picture  except rocco wasn’t looking at the camera he was looking up at them a pup version that made it look like he was smiling. 

Restless  as the rooster confession hit her , looking down at the sleeping woman in her arms  completely in awe she had found someone she truly could call her soulmate, one she couldn’t wait to grow old with  and have that family  in the future. How natasha trace was never one to believe in that stuff until she met y/n , how she’d never been so happy in her life nor had she ever felt so loved . Only to hear whine and squeak of bark that made the woman in her arm stir. 

“ i got him back asleep “ she chuckled kissing her head before grabbing the robe and sneaker leading the pup down to the kitchen and heading out into the night air taking a seat on the back door step while he zoomed around the back yard.   Thinking of how even though it wasn't the way she wanted to get a pet but if this little bundle of fur made her girl life easier and less lonely when she wasn’t around than that was reason to love him even more than she possibly did . she couldn’t help laugh when he climb into her arms flopping on his little back  there she was holding their puppy like a baby and in a sense he was but she couldn’t help think over rooster words  “if you do ever want kids that the woman you have them with” .  she wanted that with y/n but their was one step she needed to take first . 

“Thank you for taking care of her when i wasn’t here  guess i’m luckiest woman in the world to have you both …  wanna help me make this family official little guy and finally use that ring in my bedside table “ she cooed down as he tapped back up earning a belly rub . “ thanks buddy lets hope she says yes but we gotta make it special thinking beach sort of thing til then its our little secret  ok my deployment buddy” she whispered standing up as the two head back to the woman that made their life the best it ever been .

[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.

[roosterforme]

Do you mind giving us Nat’s first time with a girl? 👀

Not at all, nonny..... a little bit of smut below the cut.

This is for my 2k followers party!

Natasha sighed against your lips. Your fingers were gentle in her hair, tracing down along the column of her neck. "That feels good," she whispered when your lips found their way to her collarbone. "I already like this better with a girl," she added with a soft laugh.

You pushed her gently down on the bed and eased yourself on top of her. Everything felt perfect as Nat ran her palms down your back to your hips. A soft moan escaped your lips as Nat ground herself against your thigh where it was wedged between her legs.

"Fuck," Nat whispered, enjoying the friction as she rubbed herself there again. She was wet and excited, and her breathing became ragged as you playfully tickled your fingers along her body until they settled gently on her clit.

Your warm body was pressed against Nat's, and your bodyweight on top of hers had her panting as your fingers moved.

"Tell me what you like," you whispered, working your digits through Nat's wetness. "Tell me and I'll do it for you."

Nat swallowed hard. "Will you show me what it's like with your mouth?" she asked. With a nod you eased yourself lower on her body, using your tongue until in ways she had only ever imagined. You worked her up until she was gripping your hair hard, and then Nat came with a loud cry.

[imawkwardlysoc]

"only bought this dress so you could take it off"

Song: Dress by Taylor Swift

Pairing: bob floyd x reader (afab)

Warning(s): Allusions to smut (not written) & Aftercare

Word Count: 1,913

Summary: Y/N had just moved to Miramar and was invited to the Navy Ball in San Diego by her roommate. Soon when the both of them arrived, Y/N was met with a face she hasn't seen in a long time.

Backing away from the full length mirror, I admired the dress I picked out a few days ago. The muted gold beaded dress hugged my waist in all the right ways. With it being off the shoulder and a sweetheart neckline, it showed the right amount of chest without it being too scandalous.

“Wow, you look amazing.” I looked over to see my roommate, Natasha, entering my room.

“Are you sure? I mean is this appropriate for a naval ball?” I turned to face her.

“Yes, all heads will turn to you when you enter the ballroom,” she reassured me. “Who knows? Maybe a navy man will approach you and you end up going on a date with him, but if it’s Hangman, straight up reject him.”

I laughed at what she said. “Nat, I just moved here two weeks ago, I’m not looking for a relationship yet.”

Ever since I moved to San Diego two weeks ago, I’ve been more focused on my teaching job. I work at the local high school near a navy base as a science teacher. I was hired when the school year already started so I've been catching my students up since the substitute teacher they had barely got them learning.

“Well, the Lyft is almost here, you should finish getting ready,” she told me before leaving my room.

Slipping on a pair of gold heels, I grabbed my clutch and double checked the inside to see if I had all of the things I needed. Closing it, I walked out of my room and walked out of the house with Natasha after she locked the front door. Getting into the car, our driver started to drive us to the US Grant hotel.

“Hey, everything is going to be fine,” Natasha squeezed my hand. “All of the Dagger Squad is going to love you.”

We soon pulled up to the hotel and saw a bunch of naval higher ups in their uniforms with their plus ones. I’m pretty sure that I also saw some politicians entering the hotel. Natasha and I soon walked in and headed to the ballroom entrance where we showed our identifications along with invites.

When we walked in, I started to feel overwhelmed. Many members of the Navy and their plus ones filled the room while a live band played music.

“Oh, I see them!” Natasha started to drag me to where her friends were. “Guys, meet Y/N.”

I was soon met with two dark skinned men, one with a buzzcut, another one with a somewhat porno mustache, and one who looked like a real life Ken doll. She soon started to introduce me to them with their actual names and call signs. More of the members came and I was introduced to them along with her captain and his husband.

“Guess who finally showed up,” Jake announced. “How long does it take to get a soda?”

“Y/N, meet-” I looked over to see who came and I froze.

“Robbie?” His name fell out of my mouth.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He asked.

“Oh my god, it’s been so long.” I walked up and hugged him.

“It has.” He returned my hug.

“Wait, is this the Robbie you told me about?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded my head.

“Are we missing something here?” Mickey asked.

“Yeah, did you and Baby on Board used to have a thing or?” Jake asked.

“Baby on Board?” A confused look formed on my face when I heard the name he gave Robbie.

“No, we used to be childhood friends back in North Carolina,” Robbie explained.

“Yeah we’ve lived in the same neighborhood until I had to move to Arizona because my dad got a new job,” I nodded and pointed to Natasha. “That’s where I met Natasha.”

“And we’ve been inseparable until we had to leave for college.” Nat wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “It took me some convincing to get her to move down here.”

“Well, I had to finish both of my masters,” I told her.

“Two masters?” Admiral Kazansky raised his eyebrow.

“Yes, one in mechanical engineering and one in physics, but I also have a teaching credential for physics.” I smiled proudly.

“Do you mind if we continue this conversation while I get myself another drink?” The admiral asked me.

“I don’t mind at all Admiral,” I answered while linking arms with him.

While on our walk to the bar, he started asking me questions about my studies and why I double majored. I also talked about my time studying my undergrad at Cal Poly and getting my masters/teaching credential at the University of San Francisco. 

Throughout our conversation, I glanced at the other side of the room to see Robbie talking to some of his squadron members. We would send each other a smile if we made eye contact with each other.

Soon a familiar tune filled my ears and the room. Placing my drink down on the bar, I faced the admiral.

“Excuse me sir, but I have to do something,” I excused sir.

“It’s no problem, also call me Tom.” He smiled and I nodded my head.

Hurrying myself to the other side of the room, I made my way to where Robbie was. When I saw him leaning against the wall as he listened to his friends, a smile came onto our faces as lyrics started to echo through the room. Handing his drink to Ruben, I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dance floor as Come On Eileen played. (A/N I just imagine the dance scene in Perks of Being a Wallflower) We started to do the dance routine that we created when we were kids whenever this song played through the stereo. We continued to dance to the song and sang out the lyrics.

“Wow, it’s been a while since we last did that,” I caught my breath after he dipped me and we moved to a slow dancing position.

“I’m surprised that we still remember it,” he chuckled.

“After the amount of times we perform this dance in front of our families, I would be surprised if we don't remember the moves,” I looked up at him.

He still had the same face from what I remembered as a little kid, but it was more defined. He was still the shy and reserved kid that I knew of as I grew up.

“Hey, wanna head out?” He whispered in my ear which sent chills down my spine.

“Sure,” I agreed.

He led me off the dance floor and went to his squad.

“It’s been great meeting you all. I hope we get to see each other again,” I told everyone.

They all said their goodbyes and Robbie and I left the hotel ballroom. As Robbie and I waited for the valet to bring his wrangler around, I felt him put his coat over my shoulders and wrapped his arm around them. Leaning against him, I looked up at him and gave a smile. Soon the wrangler was pulled up and he helped me into the car. Getting into the driver’s seat, he closed the door and untied the tie he was wearing.

During the drive to Natasha and I’s house, we were sharing stories and memories from our childhood. He also explained the reason why Jake called him Baby on Board sometimes. I laughed at the stories that he had with his crew. I guess he’s glad that he’s permanently stationed here with his crew.

Pulling up in front of the house, he got out of the driver’s seat and helped me out of the car. Walking me up to the door, we stood there for a moment, waiting to see what happens next.

“Thanks for taking me home,” I thanked him.

“No problem, it’s nice seeing you again,” he smiled. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you,” I looked down at the ground and blushed.

I soon felt his fingers touch my chin and moved my head to face him. Don’t know the reason why but I started to feel my heart begin to race as my stomach fluttered. Leaning my head in as his did, our lips touched and moved. It continued for a few more seconds as it got more passionate until we detached, looking at each other with a blush on our faces.

“Did that just?” I asked.

“Yeah, it did,” he nodded his head.

“Well, I should head in now,” I told him and grabbed my house key from my clutch.

Unlocking it, I pushed open the door and walked into the house without closing the door. I tossed my clutch on the kitchen island and started my walk down the hallway to my room. Hearing the sound of Robbie’s footsteps entering the house, I looked over my shoulder a little and gave him a wink. Entering my room, I took off my heels and started to unzip the back of my dress.

“Need help with that?” I heard Robbie’s voice enter my room.

“Please,” I answered despite me not needing any help.

Chills were sent throughout my body as I felt his breath hit my neck as he slowly unzipped my dress. I bit the inside of my lip as he started to place kisses down my neck. With my dress off, leaving me in my undergarments, I turned and started to kiss him as he led me to my bed.

*Aftercare*

Tangled up in my bed sheets, Robbie laid flat on his back while I laid my head on his chest. One of his arms wrapped around my waist while the other drew circles on my thigh.

“Imagine if we told younger us that we’ll be in this situation,” I chuckled, looking up at him.

“I feel they would be grossed out,” he let out a laugh. “I miss this, I miss us hanging out with each other.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “It sucked that we weren’t able to keep in contact with each other.”

He nodded his head and hummed in agreement. “But hey, we got to see each other again even though it took over ten years.”

“True,” I laughed.

“I know I already said that you look beautiful but that dress on you is amazing,” he complimented me.

“Well, I should buy that dress in other colors if it makes you do this,” I smirked as I gestured to us in bed.

“Nah, anything you wear can make me feel like this,” he placed a kiss on my lips.

“This isn’t going to affect our friendship right?” I asked him.

“I already lost you once, not losing you again,” he said while pulling me closer to him.

I smiled and laid my head on his chest letting out a yawn. Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep.

*The Morning After*

Opening my eyes, I looked over to see Robbie still sleeping. Smiling to myself and last night’s events, I quietly got out of bed and threw on his dress shirt. Walking out of my room, I walked down the hall to the kitchen to see Natasha standing there with a cup of coffee and a smirk on her face.

“So, my backseater huh?” She asked.

“Shush,” I blushed a little while pouring myself a cup of coffee.

“Hey, just saying he’s a really good guy but you already know that,” she told me.

Soon we heard footsteps revealing Robbie in his boxers and hair disheveled.

“Yeah, he really is.”

[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Masterlist] — Full Length Series

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Overview:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

[sometimes-i-write-good]

5 + 1

Top Gun: Maverick - Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x f!pilot reader (callsign: Fallbeil)

4.4k || 5 times Bob remembers your little quirks and habits, and 1 time you remember his. 

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Genre: Fluff, crushing, love confessions

CW: mentions of drinking, swearing

Author’s Note: Bob is such an acts of service kind of person - I can feel it deep in my soul. Also, I thought the idea of him ending up with someone who has a scary ass callsign like Guillotine (which is Fallbeil in German) despite him being a cinnamon roll would be the funniest thing in the world. || cross-posted on ao3

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The first time you noticed something was because Hangman had that stupid ass look on his face again. That same one he always had, the only one he had in all honesty. The one that, recently, only ever seemed to be directed at you and that pissed you off most of all. 

“What?” He asked, but the smirk pulling his lips back into the stupid, smug fucking smile told you clearly: he knew exactly what.

“Leave her alone, Bagman. I’m not in the mood today,” Rooster said, and you could tell he meant it. HIs voice sounded surprisingly tired considering mornings were his prime time of existence. Maverick insisted on calling these meetings earlier and earlier, chinking away at everyone's stability, and it was proving to be too much for even the earliest of risers. 

Hangman scoffed, pressing his hand to his chest, and feigning offense. “Why am I always the bad guy? What if today was the day Fallbeil finally snapped and did something to me instead?” 

You rolled your eyes. “If I snapped, you wouldn’t be holding a conversation with me. Your head wouldn’t even be attached to your body.” 

“Living up to your name as always, doll.” 

Rooster slid into one of the empty chairs at the conference table, slapping down a notebook, and turned to look at you. “I’ll punch him if you want.” 

“I’m perfectly capable of throwing my own punches, thank you.” The look on Rooster’s face said he didn’t trust you not to take it too far. 

“And coffee mugs.” Hangman glanced over his shoulder; eyes trained on the spot where a cracked, open travel cup lay open. Opened and spilled, everywhere. “Which I managed to dodge.” 

“Try to dodge my-” but your insult was cut short by Rooster saying, “Coffee? You hate coffee.” 

You set your lips in a thin, embarrassed line. “He told me that it was tea.” 

“And you believed him?” Rooster snorted. 

You slunk back into your chair, crossing your arms with a pout. “It’s early! I’m basically the walking dead right now, birdbrain.” 

As with every mission of this sheer level of importance, your anxiety had been too great to let you sleep. Usually Bob or Phoenix or Rooster, the early risers of the group, would be up to go for a job or hit the gym with you. You were up well before all of them today and had taken it upon yourself to go for a run, shower, and be painfully early to this briefing. You had hoped Bob would be the first one there, he typically was, but the universe was out to get you because instead of those sweet, doe eyes behind some thick-lensed glasses all you got was a stupid pair of lips messing with a toothpick. 

“Don’t be too hard on, Rooster.” Phoenix called out, walking into the hangar with Fanboy, Payback, and Coyote in tow. “I already smoked him during our run this morning. He’s fragile.” 

Before Rooster could get all up in arms or Hangman could jump on a moment of vulnerability, Maverick walked in. He had his way to the head of the table while everyone else found their seats. “Good morning, everyone.” Tired, disjointed voices repeated the sentiment, pulling a smile onto Mav’s face. “I see we’re all ready for a busy day. What do you say we get started?” 

“Sorry, I’m late, sir!” Bob’s voice comes from behind you. “I couldn’t find the kettle.” 

Kettle, you thought to yourself, but Maverick just waved for him to sit down and continued talking. Before Bob headed over to the only open seat, by Hangman of all people, he placed a small cup of tea in front of you without a word. In your favorite mug, too. You brought it up to your lips to taste it… and it was perfect. Exactly the way you liked it. 

‘Thank you,’ you mouthed at him after he sat down. Bob just nodded and focused his attention on Maverick. You did the same, not even registering that he didn’t have a cup of anything for himself. 

–

The second time you noticed something nice Bob did for you was during poker night. Fanboy and Payback had decided tempting fate and coming out the other side had bonded you all for life. A point any of you could hardly disagree with. That mission was not something any of you were supposed to come back from. So, the idea of a movie night had been tossed around, but Payback always tried to guess the endings and Hangman tried to outdo the one-liners and Rooster just had to know if he knew that actor from another movie - needless to say, movie nights were shelved very fast. 

Then the idea of bar hopping came about, followed by karaoke night, followed by trivia night. Each of which ended up in all of you spending too much money on booze and drunkenly embarrassing yourselves with horrible vocals or blatantly wrong answers to obscure history questions. You all settled on the idea of a game night. It seemed to work well enough. A ‘family’ dinner followed by a board game. Except for the fact that Payback instead of placing bets no matter if it was CandyLand or Monopoly, which Coyote would double, and Hangman would triple. Leaving you all spending just as much money as you had at the bar. 

It was Bob who brought up the idea of having poker nights. Something with betting already designed into it so that none of you had to worry about emptying your bank accounts at the end of the night. That was the problem with setting elite competitors against one another, they never knew when to quit. 

You’d all been kept relatively close to TOPGUN, usually stationed a few hours away max. Months where distance wasn’t a problem, you all tried to meet once a week. If one of you weren’t stateside, then once a month worked just fine. Six months into poker nights so far and you’d been able to have at least one every month. Every time the list of things to bring shifted down a person, so that each time a new person would be in charge of chips or appetizers or the main entree, etc. It was a system that worked with military precision. 

Until the one time it didn’t. 

Bob was the last through the door of Payback’s small apartment. At least, it looked small with so many people crammed in there. “Here, I got special plates this time.” He raised them high above his head like a prize. Large, sturdy, and compartmentalized. Like the trays you’d get in the mess hall or for a school lunch. 

The statement caused immediate uproar.

“I was on plates and napkins!” Coyote said around a mouthful of sour cream and onion chips, brought by yours truly. And Hangman started making comments about how if no one was going to follow the list, then he wasn’t going to either. 

“You weren’t in charge of plates, Bob!” Fanboy tried his best not to get too worked up over it. He had created a spreadsheet of everyone’s responsibilities. Verifying everyone knew their roles was his main role in making sure this whole operation ran smoothly. “Please tell me you still brought dessert.” 

“I’ve got dessert. My grandma came out this weekend and made a peach cobbler.” 

The mention of his grandma’s baking ensured the pitchforks and torches were put away, for now. That woman had godly skills in the kitchen. You would gladly sit down and eat an entire cobbler of hers by yourself in one sitting.

Coyote, still hurt by his duty being impeded on, asked, “So then what are the plates for?” 

“Fallbeil doesn’t like when her food touches,” Bob said as though it were the most common knowledge in the world. “You guys always insist on getting plates that are way too small.” 

He set down the plates on the counter, followed by the pie, and went to take off his shoes and didn’t bring anything like that up again for the rest of the night. 

–

The third time you noticed something nice that Bob did for you was a day he had to leave early. A helicopter was coming to pick him and Phoenix up to take them overseas. Just for a few days, or so said those in charge, and you knew how easily a few days could change to a few weeks to a few months. 

The thought of possibly not seeing them for a while aggravated you. It meant being stuck on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest shore without your two best friends. You’d known what you were signing up for when you first started. The military liked to keep their secrets. At any moment you could be swept away for a mission, but it still felt unfair when you woke up only to realize that your wingwoman and her WSO are replaced by strangers.

Back soon, take care. 

Not signed but the handwriting was so obviously Bob. Cursive with careful, purposeful loops. Hangman tried to tear him apart for taking so much care in his notes during the pre-briefs before the uranium mission. The insults died out fast once everyone realized he had chicken scratch for handwriting. Funny how spreading a rumor Hangman deserved the callsign Rooster over Bradley could put him in his place so quickly. 

Back soon, take care.

You stared at the sticky note, so carefully pressed against the outside of your locker. It was easy to imagine the conversation among him and Phoenix. 

“I’m leaving her a note.” 

“She’ll be fine, Bob. We’ve got to go.” 

“Four words.” 

He’d gotten into the habit of leaving sticky note updates in between lengthy letters. They held more emotion than an email or text, and you found that you liked it more than digital words on a screen. You could trace your fingers over each letter. Pretend as though he were pressed up in the seat next to you like when you’d go to the Hard Deck on a busy night and everyone would shove together in a few booths. A closeness you’d found yourself longing for in all moments spent together despite there being no reason for the two of you to share an armchair in the common room. 

You had crushes before. A few relationships littered your history of schooling, but you, like many others who had graduated from TOPGUN, assumed the sky was to be your first and only love. And then Bob showed up with his quiet, gentle ways and your heart would soar every time he walked into a room. There were days you went without talking, but you could count on some kind of a note to be waiting for you on your door or waiting for you on the control of your jet. 

Reminders that he was thinking of you. The way a best friend would. Surely. That’s all it had to be. No sense in constructing something out of nothing. Something that could wreck this perfect routine the two of you had created in one another’s lives. 

You peeled the sticky note off the front of your locker to place inside, out of harm's way. Your finger traced each letter. It was likely he and Phoenix were off somewhere with Coyote or Rooster or Hangman doing something far more dangerous than the intelligence patrol you’d been assigned to. As you swung open your locker, you wished you’d had enough sense to write him a letter before he’d left. Something reminding him and Phoenix to be safe, but you hadn’t known he was leaving. You hadn’t even let the thought cross your mind.

“Oh, Bob,” you sighed. 

A smile tugs its way onto your face. He’d left a mug in your locker. Not filled with tea this time, but with pens and highlighters and all your favorite stationary to use on your paperwork. You usually had a pencil case with you filled with pens that flowed smoothly and didn’t smudge or highlighters that didn’t bleed through the page.

He must have packed extra in his bag in case you’d forgotten that pencil case, which you had. But that wasn’t the best part. Somehow he’d managed to keep a rose alive and blooming to stick amongst the stationary. For, what it seemed to you, the sole purpose of making you smile. 

–

The fourth time you noticed something nice that Bob did for you was at Coyote’s birthday cookout. You were running late. Very late. More late than you’d ever been in your whole life to a point that you would have turned around if you could have, but you had been stuck on a highway without an exit for miles on end. The need to pee had never been stronger. 

Stuck in the literal sense. Construction fed into traffic fed into cars stopping for no reason at all fed into fender benders fed into your frustration. “Please just move!” You shouted at the trail of brake lights in front of you. All you had to do was make it to the next exit two miles away. 

But no one met your frustrated request. Instead, the standstill continued. You were destined to never arrive at this party. It had been weeks since you’d seen everyone together in one spot. Poker night had been postponed to tomorrow. Bound to be a dismal affair of hangovers and stale chips left out in bowls overnight. A slice of heaven on earth. Though, you would say that for just about anything if it meant being released from a fucking prison of a car. 

Your phone went off. The distinct sound of big band music filling your car. Bob’s ringtone. 

“Where are you?” His voice came through the other line at the same moment you shouted, “I want to rip my head off!” 

An amused chuckle filled your car which only caused you to fume further. “I’m serious, Robert. This two-hour drive has become four- maybe five. I lost count when I had to come to a full and complete stop for the three millionth time today. It would be so much easier if Coyote had a runway in his backyard. Then I could just fly there-”

“Fallbeil,” Bob cut in, “are you almost here?” 

“I’m a mile from my exit. I should be there in twenty. If I’m allowed to take my foot off the brake for more than a few seconds.” You let out a loud groan. “I’m going to stop at a gas station because I think my bladder might explode. So expect me in thirty actually-” 

Bob laughed and spoke once more, saving you from yet another breathless tangent. “I’m excited to see you.” 

You smiled to yourself. Grinning at the stopped cars in front of you like an idiot. “Yeah?” 

“Have I ever not been?” 

“I’m excited to see you too.” You could envision Bob’s own shy grin. No, you couldn’t hear the sounds of the party going on around him. He had closed himself off alone in a room to talk to you, which would mean the smile would be big and beaming. “Coyote enjoying himself?” 

“I think he might have cried when Natasha put on the birthday playlist she made for him.” 

“She’s good at that.” 

“Good?” Bob laughed. “She’s elite at it.” Then, after a moment of comfortable silence fell over the two of you he said, “Want me to stay on the phone until you show up?”  

If it were a normal poker night, you would have jumped on the offer. Phone calls with Bob had become a staple in that routine in one another’s lives. Letters and notes were not nearly enough to tide the two of you over. But today was a special occasion. 

“No,” you told him. “I’ll be there soon.” He deserved to go enjoy the party. Not be tied up in a phone call where you were bound to blow your lid if the car in front of you did not speed up. 

“Be careful. Drive safe.” The line clicked. 

Be careful, you turned the words over in your head wondering what they would sound like punctuated with a kiss every morning when you headed out the door. 

You turned down Coyote’s street, knowing exactly what you’d find. Cars taking every spot. Coyote was the most popular out of the crew. Charming personality, willingness to help everyone so much as passing by, and good looks. The combination needed for a party of the century. 

And the shouts of excitement that flowed from his backyard told you just that was happening. Without you, and it would continue to go on without you if you couldn’t find an open spot to park. Bob waited at the end of Coyote’s packed driveway, hands stuffed into his jeans. A surprising amount of muscle strained beneath the button up shirt he wore to every part. More cars shoved onto the asphalt and spilled over onto the lawn.

Bob waved, waited patiently for you to park the car in the middle of the street, and then came around to the driver's side of the car. “Hey,” he said as he popped open your door. “How was the drive?” 

You shot him a look. One that immediately set that bright, beautiful smile on his face. “Funny.” 

“Here, get out.” 

“What?”

“Get out. Go inside and say hi.” He leaned over to unbuckle you and the scent of his cologne tickled your nose. “I have a plate of food for you in the oven, on low so it stays warm. There’s one in the fridge too with the cold stuff.” 

“Bob-” 

“They’re all separated.” He waved you out of the car, grabbing your hand to help, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I’m glad you’re here, Fallbeil.” 

You saw him again ten minutes later because he had to park two blocks away and walk back. 

–

The fifth time you really noticed Bob going out of his way for you was a few months into the two of you moving in together. Solely as roommates, two best friends making the most of a perfect situation. Rent was going up, you had an extra room, and Bob had just gotten hired as an instructor at TOPGUN. The timing couldn’t have been better. 

In truth, nothing could be better. The two of you fit perfectly into each other’s lives. Bob with his early habits. Having tea on the table for you alongside the crossword section of the newspaper he insisted on reading every morning. The hardest word always filled in as a starting point. He’d saved you the frustration of straining your mind over a word you couldn’t have dreamed up in the wildest corners of your imagination. 

The preference over sticky notes as communication over texts still remained the same. Left on the mirror in your shared bathroom always signed with “be careful” or “take care.” Sometimes there is nothing of importance to say, but Bob would write those two words anyway as a reminder. 

You’d leave voicemails if it was something that needed your immediate attention - talking on the phone to Bob became a bright spot in your week. You tried your hardest to leave them only for emergencies but hearing his voice every day had spoiled you. Sometimes your mind would lock on something you would absolutely have to tell him. Then you would find yourself pulling out your phone, typing in his number, and putting it away with a great sigh. You had planes to fly, he had students to teach, and the torture of being apart for a few hours each day made returning home to him all the sweeter. Returning home to movie nights or long walks on the beach or stories of students who remind Bob of each member of the Dagger Crew. 

Phoenix would crash often when she got called back to TOPGUN, and Bradley hung around often enough seeing that Mav and Penny had made their lives here. Everyone cycled through at some point. Even Hangman had a welcome place on your couch if he ever needed it. 

There was one night Jake had spent the night. Out of the blue and completely inconvenient as was the case with Hangman, but he offered to cook dinner while the two of you were at work and you came home to a good meal and surprisingly good company. What a sight to see the three of you laughing at a small table. 

You hadn’t minded Hangman staying over. Though he did scare the shit out of you when he knocked on your door and let himself into your room to talk. “You know he likes you,” he had said, perched on the corner of your bed with that same stupid ass look on his face that meant trouble. “I think he might even be in love with you.” 

“Bagman-” 

“Hey, I come in here to tell you some life-altering news and you start with insulting me.” Hangman had let out a low whistle. “Think about it, Fallbeil.” 

“What if it ruins everything? We’re doing so well.” 

“What if it changes everything for the better?” 

You hadn’t expected those words to play in your head as often as they did when Hangman finally left. It had been weeks since you’d last seen him. Poker night was tonight. He was hosting, and you had a feeling he was going to corner you with all sorts of questions as to if you’d made a move on Bob yet. A foolish notion. Bob might not be a skittish dog, but making a move on him still might cause spontaneous combustion. You were just trying to figure out which one of you it would be. 

What could be the right time to tell your best friend and roommate that you loved him? That you have always wanted to be more? 

You thought it over as you wiped sleep from your eyes and made your way into the bathroom. Bob had left earlier than usual this morning. It was a test day for the students and he was nothing if not prepared. Likely that kind, painfully chirpy teacher in the early hours of the day. 

There was a sticky note on the mirror. As expected. Longer than usual. Unexpected. 

Took your car this morning. Saw you needed an oil change. Be home late, then he can head to Bagman’s. Hope that’s okay. My keys are on the counter. Be safe. Love you.

You traced those last two words with the tip of your finger. It was the first time he’d added those two words. 

And they fit so naturally on the note. Like they always belonged there.

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The one time (the first time) you realized you were going out of your way to do things because you loved Robert Floyd when you went into the mall with a head full of ideas to get for Rooster’s birthday and came out twenty minutes later with one thing. One thing not for Rooster. 

A model plane for Bob. Before he’d gotten so overwhelmed with his responsibilities at TOPGUN to cease having many hobbies, he’d built model planes. It’s what had gotten him into a love of planes. At least, that’s what he had told you one night at the Hard Deck, when the two of you were shoved up against one another. 

Growing up in a small midwestern farm town didn’t give him many chances growing up to be around planes, but he’d watch the ones that flew over crops with rapt interest. He memorized flight patterns, sat alongside fields, and watched them every chance he got. Then, in the late nights where he only had his imagination to keep him company, Bob built model planes and memorized their histories.

“I’ve always wanted to be around planes.” He had slurred the words a bit back then. One too many sips of beer between handfuls of peanuts. “I kept them around me as much as I could.” 

You hadn’t been able to figure out how crop planes became fighter jets in his history, but more stories came out as the two of you moved in together. Dismissive comments about school bullies. Talks about how he knew he wasn’t the strongest, but had always felt the need to prove himself. It seemed to fit into this idea people created of him - always a bit behind the rest. You respected him for sticking to what people told him he couldn’t do and making a name for himself in spite of it all. 

And you loved that he trusted you enough to bring you in on those hobbies of his. Building fighter jets in the low light of desk lamps and night lights. Reminding you of the purpose of each piece. Telling the history of each plane. But your favorite part of all was when the two of you would build a jet you were flying and he would include all your statistics, everything you’ve accomplished, and, when you caught him in rare form, things Bob imagined you would do that would etch your name into the very fabric of history. 

“Did you get a present for Bradley?” He asked, hearing the click of the door behind you. There was a rag thrown over his shoulder. Bob turned to face you with a smile. In the midst of cooking, glasses slightly fogged from whatever it was he was cooking, and your heart couldn’t take it. 

“N-no,” you said, tripping up on your words. “I, um, I forgot.” 

“But on the phone you said you couldn’t wait to show me what you got?” He tilted his head, watching as you kicked off your shoes, and placed your shopping bag on the table. “I hope you’re not trying to sign your name onto my gift, Fallbeil. I spent three months finding a vintage record of ‘Great Balls of Fire’ for him.” 

You smiled at his thoughtfulness. “No, Robert, I will not steal credit for your gift. He’ll know it’s from you anyway.” You took a deep, shaky breath. “I got something for you instead.” 

Bob’s brows scrunched in confusion. “Me, but it’s Bradley’s birthday?” 

You pulled the model F-18 from the bag and held it out towards him. Your hands shook slightly. Silly considering the two of you were always going out of your way to do things for each other. Plates and oil changes and parking cars. Small things. Nothing as momentous as a declaration of pure understanding of one another. 

He said your name with a softness you’d never heard before. As though he were praying. 

“I love you.” You said it at the same time as him. And the words fell so naturally from both your lips. Like they always belonged there.

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