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flor4de4amor · 8 months ago

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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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withahappyrefrain · 3 months ago

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For Bob or Natasha! Dealers choice! 🎲

“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”

Why not both?? 👀👀👀

Your bed was an entanglement of limbs. Natasha's breasts against yours, Bob's cock in-between your legs. Her lips on yours, his on your neck.

They felt so good, their hands exploring your body. The pleasure was building, increasing and increasing until-

The sound of your alarm was downright cruel. You sat up in your bed, feeling sweat on your skin.

Laying back down, you tried to gather your bearings. But that was really fucking difficult considering you just had a wet dream about your two coworkers.

Fuck.

Bob and Natasha were your coworkers. You shouldn't be having dreams about them, especially ones where they're fucking you at the same time.

After transferring to Miramar, you received a warm welcome from everyone in the dagger squad, particularly the pilot and WSO duo.

They had to just be friendly; Bob because he was raised to be a gentleman, Natasha because having another woman was such a rarity.

That had to be it.

That's why they always checked in on you. That's why their touch seemed to always linger. That's why they would look at you and then whisper to each other.

Any thoughts that maybe, just maybe, it was something beyond friendliness, you tried to push away. And you thought you had been pretty successful.

Until this morning.

At work, you simply waved to Bob and Natasha and quickly sat down, not stopping for your usual chit chat. You could feel their stares burning into your back. But there was no way you could face them without getting flustered. At least not for a few days.

Then things could go back to normal.

You didn't outright ignore the two, but your conversations with them were much shorter and with very little eye contact.

Thanks to being a mechanic, you were able to whisk yourself away from their eager eyes.

The dream still plagued your thoughts. It felt so real. You shouldn't be thinking about it, hell, you shouldn't be hoping for a sequel as you lied awake in bed at night.

"Hey angel," Natasha's voice was smooth, almost seductive. She had found you outside the Hard Deck. You left to get air (and maybe to avoid being sandwiched in between her and Bob in a booth).

But your attempt was in vain. Bob appeared, standing behind you. With Natasha inches away, you were trapped.

"Did we do something wrong angel?" Bob asked, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"Wha- no! What makes you think that?" Way to play it cool.

Nat's fingers skimmed the side of your shirt. You took a step back, only to bump into Bob. His large hands grabbed your hips, not only steadying you, but also forcing you to remain in your spot.

"It's just....feels like you've been avoiding us. And we really miss our favorite mechanic, don't we Bob?" There was a sweetness to her voice, one that was laced with mischievous.

Bob squeezed the plush flesh of your hips, "We do. Every time we've tried to talk to ya in the last few days has been cut short."

"We just wanted to make sure we hadn't done anything to hurt you," her fingers skimmed the side of your neck, stopping just before reaching your clothed breasts.

It took everything in you not to whine.

"You....you two have done nothing wrong. It's me, don't worry about it."

Bob chuckled, the sound vibrating against you, "We always worry about ya darlin'."

His words made you stop in your tracks, made you reevaluate every interaction you've had with the two.

"R-really?" You still asked, still needing that verbal confirmation to prove you weren't overthinking or misinterpreting.

Natasha smiled as she extended a hand to cup the side of your face, "'Course we do angel."

Bob gently squeezed your hips, as if to encourage you. After all, there was nothing 'friendly' about this.

You took a deep breath, "I uh .....I had a dream about you two the other night."

"What kinda dream?" Bob asked, his voice a near growl. Nat stepped forward, her body brushing against yours now.

"I...I woke up wet."

You don't know whose lips you felt first. Nat's lips were soft. As were Bob's, but his lips were thinner. Nat used more teeth, whereas Bob left open mouth kisses, his tongue tasting your skin.

Despite it being new territory, you were able to quickly distinguish between the pilot and the WSO.

"She's so soft Bob," Nat murmured, "Feel her tits, they're perfect."

His large hands moved up your body, cupping your breasts. Bob's fingers were swift and nimble, able to find your nipples despite the layers of clothing.

Just like up in the sky, they were a well oiled machine, able to alternate who would kiss you and where. Nat's hand wandered down, slipping past the waistband of your jeans.

You couldn't help but moan. Your body felt like it was on fire from being touched all over. Her fingers skimmed over your clothed core. Your hips greedily jerked upwards, trying to get more.

"Is she wet Phe?" Bob asked, in-between pressing a mixture of kisses and love bites to your neck.

Nat chuckled, obviously aware of how damp the center of your panties were, "She sure is. Tell us angel, what we were doing in that dream of yours?"

She withdrew her hand, allowing Bob to have a turn. You felt her fingers knead your breasts, as Bob was able to unbutton your jeans with just one hand.

"I....we were on my bed," you stammered, finding it difficult to focus with the way Bob was lazily drawing circles on your covered clit, "And I was...in between you two. K-kinda like this."

"You wanna make that happen? We can go somewhere private," Bob murmured.

"Can even go to your place if you'd like. Recreate that dream." Both their lips were covering your neck.

You nodded, unable to speak. All you wanted to do was focus on how good they felt.

"Well then, let's get going."

Fuck.

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dearsnow · 6 months ago

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HOW THEY REACT TO YOU GETTING HURT

- headcanons for how the top gun maverick characters react to you, their s/o, being wounded. (top gun maverick x gn!reader, fluff, slight suggestive sentences but you can ignore them)

a/n - bob kisses your wounds because he’s a sweetheart, the rest kiss your wounds because it’s an excuse to kiss you— they are not the same!! but anyways enjoy this silly set of headcanons <3

INCLUDES: Robert “Bob” Floyd, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

For the first time in a while, BOB is furious. At himself, but furious nonetheless. When you were walking around town, hand in hand, he accidentally tripped you, sending you knees-first into the pavement. He immediately dropped down on his knees and made sure you were okay. When you assured him you were, he gently helped you to your feet and wiped the stray gravel away from your legs. They were a bit skinned and raw, bleeding just slightly, and he mentally punched himself. “I’m so sorry! I never meant to do that, geez, I’m way too clumsy.” Ever the caretaker, though, he has a solution. “Here, get on my back, honey. Don’t worry, I got you. Let’s go home so I can get you some neosporin and band-aids.”

ROOSTER is always careful yet confident with his movements, so when he feels your foot under his after he steps down unnecessarily hard, his eyes widen and he pulls back. “Did I just step on you? Shit, baby, I’m sorry.” Your wince is the only thing he needs to see before he’s kissing you on the forehead and apologizing more. “Sorry,” kiss, “sorry,” kiss, “really sorry,” kiss, “even more sorry,” kiss. He gets you giggling before you can even think to be mad at him— not like you ever could be, anyways. He always treats making you happy like his life’s only goal, not that you mind. You especially don’t mind when he presses a final kiss to your forehead and promises to make it up to you later.

When you show up to your date with HANGMAN, you have a slight limp, which he notices immediately. “What happened to you, hot stuff?” When you explain that you twisted your ankle while walking from your car to the restaurant, he almost laughs. “Really? Well then, that’s just an excuse for me to do this,” he grins, picking you up bridal style. He’s not too worried, because in the ten seconds you spent explaining your predicament to him, he noticed that your ankle was neither red nor swollen, most likely just tender. And yes, he does carry you for the rest of the night. Both of you can feel people staring at you, but when his strong hands are holding up your body and his lips are on yours, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

You’re stirring pasta sauce on your fresh, clean stovetop when your pot slips in your grip, causing the side of your hand to directly touch the scorching metal. You pull back immediately at the pain, hissing slightly. PHOENIX looks over her shoulder, putting down her knife. “You good?” When you tell her you are, in fact, not super good, she immediately turns the sink on cold and holds your hand under the running water. She presses a chaste kiss to the side of your head. “Got too hot, hm? That’s how I feel when you’re next to me.” You laugh, and she intwines your fingers with hers, still in the sink. “Keep it steady for me while I finish up the cooking, got it?” She whispers in your ear. You give a mock salute and she shakes her head, still smiling. Despite your best efforts, she doesn’t let you do any more work for the rest of the night; not even when the cooking is done.

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sebsxphia · 4 months ago

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reunion kisses.

natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader.

￫ summary: natasha comes home after a long deployment and you’re going to show how much you missed her.

￫ word count: 3.5K.

￫ warnings: sex, oral, fingering, scissoring, kissing and fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ authors notes: i had the deep desire to write a simply smutty and sweet fic with nat, therefore this was born! this hasn’t been proof read. my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Natasha was as quiet as she could be as she clicked your front door locked and shut it behind her. She slung her duffel bag off her shoulder and gently placed it on the floor of your hallway. Her heavy boots paced along the floorboards before she sat at the bottom of your stairs and un-laced them. She momentarily craned her neck upwards to gaze longingly at your hallway, catching a glimpse of your bedroom door hidden behind the stair railings.

An excitable smile broke out on her face and she could feel her heart pounding faster against her rib cage, the prospect of seeing you after three months apart dawning every second closer as both of her boots were placed at the bottom of the stairs. Her socked feet padded, yet still in a hurry up your stairs, purposefully missing the creaks in the woodwork to not wake you any sooner than she had planned.

She reached the door of your shared bedroom and gingerly inched it open. She had to control her erratic breathing, her heart now feeling like it would burst through her chest. She bit down so hard on her bottom lip it threatened to draw blood, biting back an excitable giggle bubbling up her chest. Her eyes fell to the sight of your frame for the first time in three months and for all her years of training, they went out the window. Her knees could’ve buckled then and there, at that very moment.

Your en-suite bathroom door was cracked open to allow for the dim light resting overhead your mirror to shine through. Natasha knew that when you slept alone in the house you needed this tiny source of light to comfort you. Even if she was away for one night, you needed the light to feel not so alone in your shared bed. It wrapped you up alongside your blankets and kept you warm when Natasha’s warmth wasn’t there.

She raked her gaze over your covered frame and sucked in a harsh breath. You were partly lying on your side, partly on your stomach, with the print of Natasha’s old Navy Academy stretched across the tattered t-shirt you were wearing. On your second date, she got you a Build-a-Bear dressed head to toe in pilot gear. He was tucked under your arm and hugged tightly to your chest. By the third date, it was sprayed in Natasha’s perfume and her familiar scent had never faded. Your lips were parted and soft snores were leaving your nose alongside you.

Natasha recognized your incredibly peaceful form and a tiny part of her didn’t want to disturb you, but the rest of her wanted to taste your lips on hers again. She padded over and as she was two steps away, you finally shifted from your content slumber. Your eyes slowly blinked open, bleary and worn out with tiredness. Alongside that, your limbs jumped an inch as you took in the frame close to you, but the light flowing from your en-suite bathroom illuminated Natasha.

A breathless and stunned gasp jumped from your throat and your upper body bounced upwards. You felt your whole body come alive. Every nerve ending was set alight. You felt like a live wire.

“Natasha?! Oh my fucking, God! Natasha! Baby!” Your squeal of pure joy could be heard for miles around as your arms wrapped around her neck and drew her to you, finally feeling that contact from your lover.

Natasha let out a stuttered laugh as bright as the sun as she fell into your familiar embrace, bouncing slightly as she landed on the mattress with you.

“My dove. My sweet, sweet dove. Fuck, I missed you, so much.” Natasha gasped into your neck.

You fell back against the pillows with her over you. Her nimble fingers immediately found your warm and rosy cheeks and brought her plush lips to yours. Her lips were cold against yours since coming in from the night outside, but they quickly warmed up against yours. She wasted not a second more before letting her tongue dip just inside your bottom lip and run along it, savouring the familiar taste of you. She pulled back and let her teeth tug on your lip and you let out a wanton moan, quiet but full of need.

“You weren’t meant to be back for a week! What the fuck happened?” You gasped out, as you quickly found the air she had knocked out of your lungs.

A prideful smile tugged at the corners of her lips and she purred.

“Bradshaw spoke to Admiral Simpson. He got me bumped up a week. He felt kinda bad taking me away on deployment for three months, just as I proposed to my girl a week before I left.” Natasha chuckled.

“Damn. We gotta get him a fruit basket or somethin’, as a thank you.”

Natasha tutted playfully. “Not before I taste your fruit basket.”

“Jesus, Natasha.” You burst into a fit of bubbling giggles in response, Natasha joining you as she registered what she just said. She was a concoction of lack of sleep from three days of traveling and pure excitement at the prospect of seeing you again. She might as well have been slurring her words by this point.

“God, I’ve missed your corny one-liners. C’ere, baby.” You purred against her lips and cradled her firm jaw in your hands. You felt it soften as she leaned into your plush lips again. You could feel the months of tense nights and early mornings melt away each time she moved her lips against yours. Small and pitiful moans from her were vibrated against your own. You felt her hips press down and push against your bare cunt. The rougher material from her jeans created delicious friction which you hadn’t felt in months and left you careening for more. Need, want and desire to taste your pretty baby’s cunt again.

“Pretty baby…” You breathed out as you broke from her lips. By now, the bedside lamp had been switched on and it illuminated a warm glowing light over your bedroom. From this, you could see how Natasha’s cheeks turned a rosy pink at your sweet name for her. “I need to taste you, Nat. C’ere, let me make love to my pretty fiancée.”

You began to maneuver Natasha off your warm frame and lie her down. She let out a groan in sequence and she was squirming to be pinned on top of you again.

“Fuck, dove. Let me have you, please.” Her whines and pleas had never sounded so sweet.

You cocked her chin upwards with your knuckle and grinned.

“Pretty baby, you’ve just travelled for God knows how many hours to come home, you’ve probably been wearing the same clothes for three days. Just, let me fuck, my, fiancée.” You punctuated every word. “Lemme take good care of you, baby. You can have me any way you want after.”

Natasha let out a pleasured groan and released the tension from her chest, caused by all the travelling she’d done, in combination with the prospect of her fiancée making her come. It was beautiful, domestic, peaceful, simplicity.

She had never fallen so hard for someone.

Her goal of becoming a Navy Pilot and potentially flying with Top Gun became her priority, rightfully so, but any sort of dating or relationships were in limbo and were always put on the line.

Until you.

She made it work with you because she wanted to make it work. More than anything she had ever wanted. Sure, she worked fucking hard for her place in Top Gun, but for you, she would fetch the moon and the stars if you so asked. She thought you looked like an angel in reincarnation as the soft, golden, glowing light in your bedroom framed your face between her now bare thighs.

As she was lost in the giddy waves of love and excitement due to being back with you, you had shed her Navy Academy t-shirt from yourself, her cargo, white t-shirt and her underwear. You were both lying bare naked with each other and you wasted no time in pressing your nose against her plush cunt and inhaling her familiar scent deeply into your airways.

As your nose nudged against her clit, she let out a choked moan and a curse of your name. Your hands wrapped around her thighs with your fingertips pressing firmly into her flesh. You kept her thighs held open as she bared her naked pussy to you. You couldn’t help the small smirk that twitched at the corners of your lips, as you noticed an already slick shine of her arousal seeping through her folds.

You loved teasing Natasha. You would take long, agonizing strokes around her lips and gently prod at her clit slowly over time. But right now, you couldn’t care less. It had been far too long since you had had her taste dancing on your tastebuds, and you therefore wasted no time in burying your face against the soft curls of her pubic hair and attaching your lips to hers.

An almost vulgar slurping sound bubbled against her pussy and in tow, a wail of a cry left Natasha’s mouth, followed by her cursing your name and, “Fuck!”

Her hands immediately shot out to tug at your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to her cunt. Your tongue started to bury itself deep within her, and already you could feel and taste her cum dribbling onto your tongue. A muffled moan left your lips as you tasted her again. You wanted her to be embedded into your tastebuds forever. You wanted her in your veins. She tasted so sweet.

Croaked moans and gasps left Natasha, with one of your hands leaving her thighs momentarily to snake upwards to her pebbled nipples where you gently tugged and pinched at them. Her moans became louder and her gasps were stuttered. With your hand resting over her chest, you could feel how rapidly she was breathing and how heavy her heart was hammering against her rib cage.

Your tongue moved from inside her to begin swirling around her clit. In sequence, Natasha whimpered and her hips bucked. The sensation had been long forgotten by herself, with her fingers only during half the deployment job. The sudden jolt of direct stimulation to the point where she needed it most, gave her the most pleasure and all she could do was continually whimper uncontrollably.

You began switching between pressing your tongue as deep as it could go and swirling around her clit. If you had the time (maybe tomorrow), you’d insert two fingers, but you couldn’t wait a moment longer. The desperation from yourself caused you to sloppily eat Natasha out, yet still pinpointing all of those spots that made her cry your name. By any means, Natasha felt much the same. Your mouth was enough for her and you could tell she was becoming close. You began to lock your lips around her clit and suck harshly, occasionally tugging at it gently with your teeth. When your lips kissed her clit, your tongue could work at lapping it feverishly.

This was the point where Natasha came crumbling down and fell apart in your mouth.

“Dove, baby, o—oh, fuck!” Her fingertips were pressing against your skull as she held you tightly against herself. “Right there, right there, oh, fuck, baby! Y’ feel s’ good, s’ fuckin’ good.” Her hips were bucking uncontrollably and her erratic breathing was matching that. “I'm gonna come, Dove…”

For a moment no longer than a second, not wanting to take away from her sensation, you mumbled against her, “Come, my pretty baby. Come f’ me. Come on my tongue, please.” You begged her just as much as she was begging you.

Her moans grew louder and heavier with each breath and then, one long cry which crackled into pleading whimpers escaped her throat. Her hips stopped bucking, but instead, she ground her pussy impossibly closer to your mouth in an attempt to soak up each twitch and throb of pleasure. You moaned deeply against her as you tasted her practically pour out onto your tongue. Her sweet release was like cotton candy. You lapped away at her, with your tongue going through every fold and soaking up every last drop that came from her cunt.

You hadn’t even noticed from being too lost in your fiancée’s pussy, but you had started grinding down on the bedsheets in an attempt to gain some friction and alleviate your throbbing clit. Still, you continued to lap at her cunt and over time you gently slowed down your ministrations to gentle sucks and kisses, letting Natasha come down softly.

In combination, you let out muffled praises against her. “Doing s’ good for me, pretty baby. Y’ taste s’ good, feel s’ good. God, I’ve missed you and your perfect, pretty, cunt.”

She let out wobbled whimpers and strained moans at your words, and due to the sensitivity of her orgasm still rolling through her, her clit still twitched when you lapped at it for longer periods. She let herself roll her hips against your cum stained mouth through her orgasm and she heightened sensitivity. She was savouring every long-awaited feeling caused by you, her sweet Dove.

Her heavy panting soon slowed down to rhythmic breaths. You came off her clit with a last satisfying suck and pushed yourself up Natasha’s warm and damp torso. A thin veil of sweat had already begun to coat around her tanned skin. You kissed her light freckles, that had been brought on by the sun during deployment, and finally placed your lips on hers. She moaned into your mouth as she tasted herself. Sweet and warm. Her hands came up to ring around the base of your neck and pull you in tighter. She kissed you sloppily, her muscles still feeling limp from the moments prior.

Eventually, she pulled away and gazed up at you with half-hooded, pleasure-induced eyes. Her tongue dipped to wet her bottom lip and soak up the remnants of your kiss.

“I wanna feel you, my sweet girl.” Natasha purred. She was already moving to sit up and guiding you to lie down.

You knew what she meant by this and you hummed in pleasured agreement.

Although she had just been pulled apart by your mouth, she remained steady as she got on her knees above you and gently parted your thighs with her firm hands. Your pussy twitched as you were reminded that those very hands controlled a Navy fighter jet.

She grinned and dragged her teeth slowly over her bottom lip as she saw the sight before her. Her fiancée’s pussy was slick with their arousal. Natasha’s slender index finger moved up through your folds and pressed delicately on your clit. Your wetness gathered on the pad of her finger. You couldn’t hold back the wanton moan that left your lips. She pressed her palm against your pussy and slid her two middle fingers inside of you with such ease, it made her chuckle. The tips of her fingers curved up inside of you and brushed your entrance. You’d only felt the friction from the duvet prior and this sudden heated touch from Natasha caused your hips to buck forward and chase her.

“Please, Nat! Need you. Need to feel you.” You babbled out.

She hesitantly removed her fingers and still with a grin on her lips, she sucked on her digits and groaned at the taste of you.

“Taste so sweet for me, my sweet girl.”

You whined again below her. Months of longing for her came crashing down on you with a heavy weight and you couldn’t bear waiting a second longer.

Natasha heard your pleading whines and cooed. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’, baby.” She parted her thighs and slotted herself over you. Your pussy pressed against each other and you let out a whimper when you felt her warm clit move against yours. She too stuttered. “Fuck… I missed you. I missed you so much, my sweet dove.”

You gazed up at her with pleading eyes. “I missed you so much too, pretty baby. Feels s’ nice feelin’ your pussy on me.” She moved an inch and you whined again. “P—Please move, Nat.”

Her hands squeezed onto your thighs and she began to slowly move against you. The slick between your pussy coated you both and allowed her to grind against you with ease, with an obscene noise. Your clit slid against hers and pushed through her folds. You were throbbing with sensitivity and every movement against her caused your nerve endings to be electrified like a live wire. She picked up her pace and your hips moved against her to match her rhythm. Your breathing elevated to the point where you were practically panting. A constant string of pleasurable moans left your lips, as you begged her for more.

Normally, Natasha would enjoy teasing you further and testing how long you could beg for, but you were both desperate after all this time.

With her heightened pace grew a firm pressure on both of your clit’s, as they continuously slicked against each other. Natasha threw her head back as she was grinding down hard against your cunt. Her soft, inky black hair fell past her shoulders. Some of the finer strands of hair had gathered around her temple and forehead, sticking to her hot skin with sweat. She cursed your name and cried out about how sweet you felt. Your entire body was responsive to her touch and the firm feel of her cunt grinding down onto yours. She gripped so hard onto your thighs, that her pressing fingertips could bruise.

“Oh, baby, oh fuck! I— I don’t think… I— I can last m—much longer, baby.” You cried out from below her.

Her head came back down and her eyes met yours. Your clit throbbed against hers as you saw the desperate and pleading look in Natasha’s eyes.

“Please come for me, dove. Please, please, please. I need t’ feel you squirming against me. I’m right behind you.”

She ground down onto you impossibly harder and as her clit swiped past yours, it was the final touch to push you over the edge. Your body squirmed and a cry of gratification tore from your dry throat. Your jaw went slack as strings of curses and moans fumbled over your lips. Your pussy throbbed against hers and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Good girl, my dove. Such a good girl for me… Fuck! M— Makin’ a mess all over me…” She praised you from above, but Natasha’s panting grew heavier with even heavier moans. Her eyes were locked onto yours but her long eyelashes were fluttering.

Your clit thrummed with overstimulation, as she continued to chase her high. Your hips still angled against hers and allowed her to pulverize for the next few strokes, pushing her to crash over the same edge you just fell. Her body began to stutter over you, but she remained as steady as she could. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she babbled out moans of your name.

Natasha looked radiant above you. A sheen of sweat coated her tanned skin. The soft light of your bedside table lamb reflected and flexed against her toned muscles, as she rode out the final strokes of her high. Her silken black hair fell with perfect waves over her neck and shoulders. Her teeth grazed over her plush bottom lip as she sucked in the last gasp of air from her high.

Her orgasm had caused her to go limp and she let herself fall to your chest. You held onto her and gently guided her down to rest her warm cheek against your breasts. You felt her soft breaths of warm air fan against your skin. Both of your heartbeats slowed down in sync. Natasha hummed to herself with a smile as she finally heard the comforting and rhythmic thud of your heart under her pink-tipped ear.

She turned her head slightly and pressed a kiss in between your breasts, lifting herself to give you a lopsided grin.

She hummed again. “Let me clean you up, my dove.”

You let out a blissful sigh and combed your fingers through the finer hairs on her temple. You nodded in agreement and cupped her cheek to bring her lips closer to yours. You both let out a content groan as you tasted one another on each other’s lips.

You pulled apart and watched as Natasha’s eyelashes were fanning over her cheeks, her eyes growing heavier with each passing second. You knew that she was beyond exhausted from her travels and the prior activity, therefore you let her rest against you for a couple more moments.

You would clean her up with a warm washcloth in a minute.

For now, your only desire was to feel your future wife resting contently against your chest.

You pressed a kiss to the top of her head and purred with sweet delight.

“I promise I’ll take care of you in a bit, baby. I’m just so fucking happy you’re home, my pretty baby.”

Two days later and a fruit basket arrived on Bradley’s doorstop.

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hederasgarden · 7 months ago

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Today I’m thinking about a somehow equally nerdy navy medic with a crush on sweet Bob and Phoenix and hangman obsessed with trying to get these 2 to realise they like each other that’s all…

Hangman would be so amused, I think, and view it as his personal reality TV show. Maybe Rooster catches on because Hangman is staring awfully hard at Bob one day.

“Working on a crush there, buddy?" Rooster asks, tilting his head in Bob's direction. "It's okay, you can tell me. This is a safe space."

“Huh?" Jake asks before he shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "No. But someone else is," he says, drawing the other man's attention to the way you're leaning against the wall, openly staring at their WSO. You're watching him so intently that it takes you a few tries to find your straw with your tongue. It's almost endearing how inept you are.

Then the two of them end up working together to help you get the attention of a clueless Bob and oblivious Phoenix. After a few mishaps, Hangman decides a direct approach is necessary because as oblivious as his two teammates are, you’re even worse.

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Word count: 700

Rating: Gen. Humor and flirting.

Hangman first comes to you after you've finished the annual mandatory CPR training course for the pilots.

“Look,” he starts, leaning in close enough for you to get a whiff of his overpowering aftershave. Your nose wrinkles in disgust. “I get it, you’re a little inept at this whole thing but I’m here to help.”

“Okay, buddy...I think I know way more about anatomy than you do,” you tell him, packing away the CPR dummies. His friend with the mustache coughs and Hangman arches one golden eyebrow looking bemused. It takes you a few seconds to realize what you said. Before you have the chance to feel embarrassed or over explain yourself, he speaks.

"I get it," he assures you. "But I was referring to your little crush on Bob and Phoenix."

“That's not… what… you're crazy," you sputter, shaking your head. "You're way off base," you go on, internally freaking out because you'd been SO careful to play it cool and keep it on the DL. You were a consummate professional every time you interacted with Bob and Phoenix. Calm, cool, and collected. Smooth as butter.

"Uh-huh. There's no need to be shy, sweetheart. We're gonna help you get your man. And girl," he adds.

You're not sure if it's his insufferable smirk or the ridiculousness of the situation but your embarrassment fizzles out and you're left feeling more annoyed than anything else. Who did this guy think he was?

"First, Lieutenant Trace isn't a girl. She is a woman and an accomplished pilot to boot. Also, don't call me sweetheart. It's weird and creepy.” You poke him in the chest to drive home your point. "Also, you can tell Tom Selleck over there I don't need his help either."

“Woah, hey," the other man says, hands raised. "I'm just an innocent bystander here."

"What's your plan?" Hangman questions. "Stare at them some more?"

You scowl but before you can reply another voice interjects. “This guy bothering you?”

Your freeze at the familiar voice, your surprised expression mirroring Hangman’s. Phoenix’s dark brown eyes meet yours when you turn and oh god, she looks so effortlessly beautiful. You should reply with something witty and funny but it’s all you can do to stand there, slack jawed until you see Bob right behind her.

He offers you a bright smile and Phoenix touches your shoulder as she leans in to mock whisper, “Hangman’s not always the best at knowing when he’s not wanted. Like now for example.”

“What the hell is happening right now?” Hangman asks.

“As entertaining as it was to watch you obsess over this whole thing, I decided the direct approach was easier for everyone involved,” the mustached man says.

“Okay, Tom. You’re good people,” you finally say.

“It’s Rooster actually and I know. Such a good person,” he says with a wink, nudging Hangman.

“Bye, Bagman,” Bob says, staring at the other man until he finally leaves with Rooster.

“Now,” Phoenix begins, fingertips dancing down your arm to capture your hand in hers. “What’s this about you having a crush on us?”

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vivalas-vega · 2 months ago

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top gun: maverick masterlist

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key: ✩ author’s favorite ♢ angst ♡ fluff ⚤ m/f smut ⚢ f/f smut

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

multi-part series:

✩ new perspectives ♢ ♡ ⚤ (ongoing)

You and Jake Seresin have been inseparable since age ten... somewhere along the way you fell in love and when college and flight school rolls around you have to make the hardest decision of your life.

prologue / one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven

new perspectives universe one shots + drabbles

match ♡

Jake surprises you at your match day ceremony.

j&j wedding moodboard

easier ♢ ♡ (ongoing)

You secure your first confirmed air-to-air kill on your first mission as team leader... only no one told you how difficult it would be to process and the only person who can understand what you're going through steps in to help.

one / two

move on ♢ (ongoing)

The love of your life vanishes in the middle of the night leaving you reeling and leaning on the only person you can still trust.

one / two / three

✩ real friends ♢ ♡ (on hiatus)

One day your competitive working relationship with Jake Seresin takes a hit and results in a pact between the two of you that you never saw coming.

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven

shot through the heart ♡ / and you’re to blame ♡ ⚤ / you give love a bad name (mini-series)

Pushed together planning your best friends wedding your forced to notice someone you'd previously overlooked.

one-shots/requests:

✩ flygirl ♡ ⚤ (one-shot)

The Dagger Squad, and more specifically Jake Seresin, decide it's time their favorite bartender experience life in a Super Hornet.

✩ late ♢ ♡

A delayed period forces you to have a conversation you've been putting off with your boyfriend.

mistletoe ♡

Jake comes home to find you amidst a winter wonderland and can't help but fall more in love with you and your spirit.

✩ sunshine ♢ ♡

You and Jake are recalled to Top Gun... only problem? Jake has no idea you're in the Navy.

before he cheats ♡ (request)

While drinking away your breakup at the bar, Jake finds out about your extracurricular activities and steps in.

worry ♢ ♡ (request)

Stressed and overworked, your husband steps in to remind you to take care of yourself before taking care of others.

birdstrike ♢ ♡ (request)

Jake grapples with the thought of losing you after an accident in the air leaves him rattled.

family dinner ♢ ♡ (request)

You and Jake attend dinner with your parents, a diligent homemaker and retired Navy hotshot, and when your parents have their own ideas about your trajectory in life, Jake steps in to stand up for you.

into you ♢ ♡ (request)

Forced to watch the man you want and your best friend getting closer, you push them both away without bothering to clarify the situation.

NATASHA 'PHOENIX' TRACE

boyfriend ⚢ (one-shot)

Phoenix steps in to give you the attention you deserve when your boyfriend spends the night neglecting you.

at your pace ♢ ♡ (request)

Your relationship with Natasha has remained a secret as long as you've been in North Island, until her backseater puts the pieces together and gives her the nudge she needs to come out to her team.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

firecracker ♢ ♡ (on hiatus)

When you and your childhood best friend are recalled for the same high stakes mission you have to navigate ever-changing relationships along with keeping your familial name a secret.

one / two

✩ longshot ♢ ♡ ⚤

A series of unfortunate events lead you back to your hometown and straight to the professor that's been on your mind ever since you graduated.

one

unexpected ♡ ⚤

An educational trip to the waterfront for Fleet Weeks ends in a handsome naval aviator asking you on a date.

one

DAGGER SQUAD

make the friendship bracelets ♡ (one-shot)

On a whim you decide to surprise the squad with a token of your appreciation.

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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for mvm i’m thinking about the dagger squad being mechanics and they’re all fussing over you and offering to fix your car when you walk in their shop (i just think miles teller would look good in a dirty wife beater 😪)

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

Natasha doesn't think it's fair that she's working the counter when you come wandering in, looking like a little lost puppy. If she'd forced Jake to take his shift at the right time, and not duck out for lunch, she'd be dressed down more, in a tank top that highlights all the places she wants you to see most. Instead, she's in a baggy uniform, nametag shining on her chest.

She tries to compensate for her lackluster outfit with extra sweetness when she greets you, "Hi there! What can we do for you today?"

She leans over the counter, bracing her chin in her hands. It puts her face closer to yours, just far away enough to claim professionality, even if she is trying to get a subtle whiff of your shampoo.

"Hi," You smile nervously at her, "My car broke down? It's- it's like, a mile up the road that way," You point out the door to a long stretch of road, one that's notorious for being away from most cell service.

"Aw," She croons, sympathy in her voice as her eyes soften impossibly further, "It's alright, we can tow it back here for you. You must be tired, walking all that way, you want a water?"

"Oh!" You gush when she pulls a bottle out from a cooler behind the desk, "That's okay, are you sure?"

"Totally sure," She sends you a wink, passing the chilled bottle over the counter, "I can drive the truck, but we'll need to get one other worker to come with us to hook it up. It's not a one-man job."

"Okay," You nod, standing adrift at the counter as she bustles about, slamming her thumb down on a comm system.

"Bradshaw!" She snaps, voice thick and rough, "Pull a truck around, someone needs towing."

"On it." Comes a raspy, grainy sound from the comm only seconds later, a man's voice this time.

"He's not a very good driver," Natasha explains, taking all the opportunity she gets to talk Bradley down, "You ever heard of 'brains and brawn'?"

You nod, and she laughs, "Let's just say, he's not the brain."

"Who's stupid?" Comes a voice from behind the counter, and a man with gelled brown hair and thick glasses emerges from the bathroom, "Oh- uh, hello, are you having car trouble?"

The man looks like a deer in headlights, all pinky cheeks and wide eyes. His nametag reads Bob, and you shift on your feet as you nod.

"Yeah," Your teeth catch the inside of your cheek and you gnaw there, "Uh, my car broke down on the road out there, and it needs towing."

"Oh! I can drive," He offers with a sweet, hopeful smile, but Natasha intercepts, unbuttoning her uniform shirt so that only a white tank lays underneath.

"I'm driving," She states as calmly as possible, but she's urgent to shut him down as she leaves her uniform draped over the back of her chair, "Bradley's hooking it up."

"Oh," Bob's shoulders sink, but perk back up once he spots the cooler, "Has anyone offered you a water?"

You hold up the bottle, smiling sweetly at him, "Thanks anyways."

"Here," The door behind Natasha bursts open with a bang, and a man steps out, chest heaving a shirt stained with grease. The white fabric holds tight to his skin, and there's a similar smear of grease across the bulge of his bicep.

He spots you, and he heaves one final exhale, holding out an oil-stained hand for you to shake.

"Bradley," He introduces himself with a charming smile, and his eyes are concealed behind aviator sunglasses, "You need towing?"

"I do," You lament, reaching for his hand and trying to avoid the grease smeared on his skin. His fingers are rough, calloused, but his touch is soft as he wraps his other hand around your intertwined ones and shakes yours.

"Don't worry," He soothes, choosing to vault himself over a lower part of the counter instead of open the door, so that his muscles pop. He lands beside you, shoulders broad and breath momentarily hot against your shoulder, "We'll get it fixed up for you."

"Thank you," You breathe, hands suddenly sweaty. They're circling you like vultures, Natasha hastily breaking through the segmented doorway and standing on your other side.

"Tow truck's out front," Bradley motions to the truck standing tall in the parking lot, "Actually, Natasha, you can sit this one out. I don't need help with the cables, and the front desk needs manning."

"That's what Bob's here for," She keeps steady, tense eye contact with Bradley, "Plus the last time you tried driving that truck, you almost crashed."

"Did not," He snaps.

"Did too," She sneers.

"Uh," Bob interjects, "If you want, I can-"

"No!' Bradley and Natasha turn on him in unison, but the door opens and cuts off any protests they could have given.

"Someone need towin'?" A southern drawl cuts across the room, and the employees around you groan.

"Ah," A man smiles from the doorway, flanked by another mechanic behind him with sharp features, nametag reading Javy.

"You must be the unlucky driver," The man drawls, Jake engraved on the metal tag on his chest, "Did'ja break down on the dirt out there?"

"Yeah," You breathe, taking a slow step towards him, "How'd you know?"

"People break down there all the time," He waves a hand dismissively, "How 'bout I help you with that, darlin'?"

"I'm driving," Bradley and Natasha speak in unison, and it puts a satisfied smirk on Jake's face.

"My coworkers are prone to infighting," Jake explains, feigning solemnity as he lays a hand on your shoulder, "It's a real problem. Let us take you, okay? We can let them sort out their issues on their own."

Javy holds the door open for you and Jake, sending Natasha, Bradley, and Bob a shit-eating grin, when you're out of earshot before he joins you, "Tryhards."

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callsign-phoenix · 1 year ago

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I wrote this for @perks-of-being-jojo I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x wife!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

Warnings: tiniest allusions to smut, I’m so sorry this is so late but I had my hands full recently

The Hard Deck was packed full with every kind of aviator when you arrived at its front door.

It stood open invitingly and you entered with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, your sundress flowing in the light evening breeze.

The amount of people was overwhelming, the Hard Deck seemed to burst at the seams, but Nat had already told you so.

She was freshly deployed, which was why you were dying to see her.

Back at home you had been living together and you missed her, the flight to Miramar was irritatingly long and you hadn’t seen her in over two weeks, which was why you had decided to surprise her.

She had texted you to say she was going out with the boys and you were excited about it, it was a chance for you to have a grand entrance.

Strolling into the bar you found the aviators you were looking for by the pool table, but nevertheless you went to the counter to buy yourself a drink.

You were excited to see Nat and she looked as beautiful as ever, nevertheless you held back.

Nat didn’t know you were coming but you had decided to visit her over the weekend, because you missed her too much.

You turned to the bartender to order your drink and when you turned around you met the eyes of Nat and her friends, who were suddenly watching you.

Despite feeling self-conscious you reciprocated the stare, a smile appearing on your lips at the way Nat and her friends were looking at you.

You knew the dress looked good on you but the hungry and surprised stares were also a big indication.

Over at the pool table Nat’s eyes were wide as she saw you standing by the bar, not believing her eyes that you were actually at the Hard Deck.

She was standing between Jake and Bradley, who too were looking at her wife, not knowing who she actually was.

“Jeez, Bradshaw, would you look at that,” Jake spoke up, glancing at his fellow aviator to find him transfixed by your presence.

“A woman of your taste, is it?” He asked his friend but didn’t see how Nat nodded her head at the question, instead focusing on his favorite male rival.

He watched as Bradley swallowed slightly as you seemed to look back at him, sending him a smile in the process.

You seemed into it, so a devilish grin appeared on Jake’s face.

“I dare you to go talk to her and ask her out,” he added, and watched as Bradley’s eyes finally fell from your form to look at him.

He could see the tips of Bradley’s ears turn pink but Bradley lifted his chin defiantly, sending his friend a grin.

Neither of the men noticed Nat’s surprised smirk but she didn’t say anything, letting everything play out in front of her.

You just got your beer from Penny, breaking eye contact with your wife to receive said beverage, when a beefy, mustached guy, undoubtedly Bradley Bradshaw, suddenly appeared in front of you.

It took you a second to realize that he was talking to you when you took a sip, your wedding ring gleaming in the light of the bar.

He didn’t seem to mind.

“So, I couldn’t help seeing that you were staring at me earlier. And to answer your question; yes, I would be the best you ever had,” he came on strong, and you had to fight yourself to keep a straight face.

You desperately wanted to laugh as you realized Bradley was exactly like Nat had described him.

“Oh wow, that’s impressive. And here I thought the ‘stache was a woman-repellent,” you answered as you looked up at him, batting your lashes as you perceived his reaction.

For just a second Bradley seemed taken aback but then he leaned closer, putting his arm on the bar beside you.

“You know, actually it does wonders in just the right places,” he answered, and the fight to keep a straight face was once again almost hopeless.

You were just about to say something when Nat and who you assumed was Jake joined the conversation.

They just stood next to you, making a group out of the two of you.

While none of the guys had any context Nat was quick to act, reaching up to angle your chin towards her and going in for a heated kiss.

The men’s eyes widened as Nat pulled you closer, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other hand leisurely grabbed your ass, holding onto it and squeezing it a little, to assert dominance.

It was all quite amusing to you but above it all your chest swelled with pride at how possessive your wife was, that she didn’t let her friend even think about you.

Jake let out a small whistle as he watched you and Nat’s grin was proud when she pulled away, her hand not leaving your body as she glanced at Bradley.

“Bradshaw, Seresin, meet my wife,” she said with her voice rougher than usual, which in turn had you smiling with pride.

The men looked dumbfounded and Bradley chuckled in confusion, before his face turned into a rather polite expression.

“Nice to meet you,” he replied like a mechanism and Jake laughed at him, while Nat’s attention was solely on you.

“What are you doing here, babe?” She asked as she smiled at you, and you returned the favor.

“I just missed you, is all,” you replied in a low voice, and she moved even closer to hold you to her.

She pressed a kiss to your cheek before she pulled away, her eyes roaming your face before they finally redirected to her fellow aviators.

“Sorry, gents, we’ll be leaving now,” she said as her hand fell to yours and she intertwined your fingers.

“I have my wife to take care of, and only limited time,” she added, and before you knew it you found yourselves in Nat’s truck, with her hand already under your skirt.

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marie-swriting · 7 months ago

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Top Gun Maverick Masterlist [EN]

❤️Romantic/💜Friendship/💙Siblings/💚Parents

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

❤️He'll Be Here [1/2]

It's your birthday party and you're waiting for Bradley, hoping his fight with Pete, your father, won't damage your relationship as well.

❤️He'll Be Here | In My Life Again [2/2]

Ten years later, Bradley wants to apologize for the way it ended between you and him.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

❤️What If

After having an accident, Jake wants to live in the moment even more and take your relationship a step forward, but do you ?

❤️Waste Of Time [1/2]

You can't stop reminiscing your relationship with Jake despite your break up.

❤️Waste Of Time | Not Anymore [2/2]

You finally manage to forget about Jake but now, it's him who can't get you off his mind.

❤️Love Advice

Jake comes back after six months of deployment and he needs your help to win the woman he loves.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and Jake "Hangman" Seresin

❤️Confession Of Love - Jake "Hangman" Seresin [1/2]

You've been seeing Jake for four months but you're still not officially dating. It's going to happen soon, though, right ?

❤️Confession Of Love | Real And True - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw [2/2]

After your relationship with Jake, you think you've finally found someone who can treat you right.

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

❤️New Future

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

❤️Anything Serious

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

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infin1ty-garden · 4 months ago

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THEY'RE GONNA LOVE YOU

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

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

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

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

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

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writing-until-i-drop · 2 months ago

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Double Penetration | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader (Surprise Guest! Natasha "Phoenix" Trace) | wc: 782

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! p in v (strap on), anal sex, edging, three way, Phoenix is there, lmk if I missed anything

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When you had proposed a threesome with Phoenix, this was obviously not what he had expected but this was Jake’s fault for letting you plan the whole thing. You and Natasha had been conspiring for two weeks, texting non-stop and giggling in the corner while your boyfriend played darts with Javy. Jake had assumed he’d be getting lucky with both of you but what he was not expecting was to walk in on you riding Natasha’s rainbow strapon.

“Holy shit,” You looked back over your shoulder at him. He was standing there in a towel, having left the two of you alone for ten minutes while he took a shower.

“Hi, baby,” Jake was slack jawed, watching as Natasha made up for your slowed movements by thrusting upwards. “So good, Tasha,” You moaned, throwing your head back.

“Be a good girl and give me a kiss,” Natasha looked like a goddess beneath you, dressed in lacy red lingerie. She was okay fucking you in front of Jake but she didn’t want to be naked in front of him, so you two had agreed that the lingerie stayed on. You kissed her, sliding your tongue into her mouth. Jake groaned from behind you. From your new position, the red gem plug was visible to him.

“This is so fucking hot,” You heard Jake say but you were focused on Natasha, palming one of her breasts. “Phoenix, this all your idea?”

“Not all of it,” Natasha broke away and you kissed down her neck, licking and sucking, determined to leave a trail of hickeys in your wake. “Your girl was very enthusiastic.”

“Is that right?” Jake palmed your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. “Any rules I should know about?”

“You don’t get to touch me and we’re using the traffic light, what’s your color, sweet girl?”

“Neon fucking green,” Both pilots laughed at your eagerness and you had zero shame, grinding your hips, fucking yourself on Natasha’s strap. “Jake, will you please hurry up and join us?”

“Cum for me, sweet girl,” Natasha drew your lips back to hers, thrusting harder. You cried out, clenching around her silicone cock. You gasped as Jake pulled out the plug, you had left a bottle of lube at the foot of the bed for him and you felt him lather you up with the cold liquid.

“This position good for you, Phoenix?”

“I wouldn’t be in it if it wasn’t, Hangman.” You chuckled at Natasha’s dry response, kissing her collarbone. “Is he always like this in bed?”

“Be nice to him,” You nipped at her shoulder then moaned as Jake eased his way in. The sensation of being filled by both of them was overwhelming, your mind blanked, not a single thought in your head besides how good it felt to be between them.

“He asked your color, sweet girl,” Natasha cupped your face, grounding you in the moment. “What’s your color?”

“Green,” You managed to respond. “Harder,” Natasha chuckled, repeating your answer loud enough for Jake to hear. Natasha kissed you, snaking a hand between the two of you to rub your clit. Right as you were about to come she backed off, drawing a loud whine from you.

“Is she always like this?” Natasha asked, working on your clit again. You were shaking, clenching against them as your orgasm built again.

“Yeah, she’s a needy one. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” You think you nodded your head, too focused on chasing your release but Natasha stopped again.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Please,” You whined, “Please, please, please.” You were a babbling mess, at the mercy of your boyfriend and best friend.

“Should we let her cum?” Natasha asked and you whined in protest about your orgasm even being a question. “She has been a good girl.”

“She likes when you call her that,” Jake squeezed your ass, picking up his pace, “Let her cum, Phoenix. You’re right, she’s been a good girl.”

“For once we agree. Cum for us, sweet girl.” And you did, you came hard, vision going blurry. You’re pretty sure you screamed but you weren’t sure, going limp on top of Natasha who kissed you as Jake finished inside of you. “So good for us, you did so good.”

“You were perfect, sweetheart,” Jake kissed your spine. Between the two of them they were able to get you dressed in pajamas and tucked into bed. You were exhausted, unable to think much past the fact you were going to be sore in the morning. Once Natasha was gone, Jake curled around you in the bed.

“I love you,” You mumbled, snuggling back into him. Jake kissed your shoulder, “Can we do that again?”

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topgun-imagines · 2 years ago

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Late Night Distractions

Requested: yes

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

Word count: 0.9k

Note: based on personal experience 🙃 2k celebration!

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

Pairings: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x bestfriend!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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idkwhylou · 2 years ago

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A weakness for the young ones

Summary : You have a little crush on your instructor and it turns out the she does too, positive point she likes young ones.

Natasha Trace x pilot!reader / f!reader

»» ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ««

“Are you ready ?” Bob asked, nodding towards the closed door in front of them.

Natasha nodded before opening the door, the two entered with a determined step and advanced towards the Admiral who had sent them the email just a few days ago. The mission with Maverick had happened a while ago, everyone had become heroes, meanwhile Penny and Pete had married, some of the dagger squad had found someone and Phoenix became captain with her WSO. Everyone had moved on and stayed in touch, many missions had been done together since the first one, but it's as if nothing had changed.

A few days ago the Admiral who was now at their side had summoned Bob and Natasha to warn them of their departure, the two pilots worked as a team and were excellent instructors, they were sent to lead not a mission but a group of young pilots fresh out of aviation school. The woman had to hide her astonishment, not understanding what was the purpose of sending two of Top Gun's best graduates to take care of young pilots, while conversely the blond was more than enthusiastic to go on a mission. The deployment was going to last three months and was located in Hawaii, the goal was to train the new pilots so that they become the best of their generation like Phoenix and Bob were for their. For these three months which already seemed too long and a real torture for the brunette, she and the WSO were both going to stay in the same place to their great relief, neither of them had been informed if other pilots had been also summoned, so they had no idea if they were going to work alone or have the opportunity to work with people they may know.

Their house was surprisingly very acceptable, it was by the sea which was perfect for Nat who loves being in the sea, her toes in the sand,… Gosh she could already think of her swims. The place was the perfect size for two people, two bedrooms with a common living-room connected to the kitchen as well as a shared bathroom, it was in these moments that the woman realized how lucky she was to have a man like Bob working with her, he was far from complicated and being the gentleman that he is, he had left her the biggest room that overlooked the beach. All you had to do was open the window door and you were directly with your feet in the hot sand. Of course the base was not far from this one but the local bar which welcomed all kinds of soldiers was also close to the residence.

As the man continued to explain the purpose of the arrival of the two pilots placed behind him, the brunette observed attentively the people in front of them even if she knew very well that Bob was already doing it without even realizing it. She quickly spotted two boys not listening to anything their superior said to them, she made a mental note to remind herself of their inattention. Her eyes then fell on you in the last row, you were alone and unlike your teammates, very attentive. Natasha could see you nod your head from time to time slightly making it clear that you understood what we were talking about, which made the woman smile softly. Phoenix tried to look away but couldn't help but keep staring at you until the man's speech was over, you were pretty and had that sparkle in your eyes that made the pilot want to know more about you. She tried to remember the presentation of the pilots that Bob had given her a few days ago but it was impossible for her to put a name to your pretty face, that evening she admits not having been very attentive in what her WSO was telling her, more preoccupied thinking about what she was going to eat. And at that exact moment she regretted and kicked herself mentally for not having been attentive because lord if she had seen your face she would have made only one bite of you. The pilot then lowered her head realizing what she was thinking about, it was more than inappropriate.

“From now on I will hand over to your instructors for the next three months : Robert “Bob” Floyd and Natasha “Phoenix” Trace.” Said the Admiral before stepping back and giving his place to the WSO who had prepared the day before to speak in front of the pilots. The older man greeted Natasha with a nod before leaving through the back door without saying another word, leaving the two Top Gun graduates to fend for themselves with their new students.

As Bob started his speech, Natasha was listening again and avoided looking in your direction, but something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and she couldn't resist any longer. While her friend explained the exercises and the program they were going to do for the next three months, her gaze fell on you again but this time if you were no longer focused on what the man was saying. Phoenix was standing next to the WSO, her arms crossed over her chest as she noticed your gaze was on her. She gave you a sweet smile and you turned your head quickly embarrassed by your exchange, while she thought it was cute that you were frustrated only by her smile.

Even if the brunette knew that it was wrong to think in such a way and even more thinking of such things with you, who was now her student, she couldn’t help but look at you and thought of how cute you were. She couldn't see you well from where she was but she imagined your skin to be as soft as your eyes, she even tried to imagine the feeling of running her fingers through your hair that were now tied in a ponytail. She understood very well that it was inappropriate and in some way kinda perverse to look at people in this way, with such a misplaced vision. She is the first to reproach to men who are too sure of themselves and yet at that moment she could not help looking at you and imagining what could be happening between the two of you, she could not help devouring you with her eyes. She turned her head a smirk etched on her face and again turned her full attention to her WSO who had finished his speech, he kindly, rather than strictly, ordered the pilots to go get ready for the first exercise.

After a moment the blond turned his head, "How was I ?" His voice was soft as usual but Nat could hear anxiety.

"Perfect," she said with a reassuring smile. "I felt like I heard Maverick talking.”

He laughed softly, took a stack of papers in his hand and walked down the stage followed closely by the woman, "She's cute." He said randomly looking more closely at the papers the Admiral had left him before, the woman narrowed her eyes not really understanding what her friend was talking about. "Y/N 'Beagle' Y/L/N," he continued in a suave voice as the brunette only began to understand where he was going. “I heard she got her callsign because she's quite energetic.” His gaze fell on his friend again, waiting for her to react one way or another to what he had just said.

Bob was a very observant person, the proof was that even though he was busy concentrating on the speech he was giving to the pilots a few moments ago, he was also able to notice that the attention of the brunette was not only on him but also on the young pilot at the back of the room. “I don’t know what you're talking about.” Phoenix's voice wasn't shaking, nothing could show the man with the glasses she was lying and yet that too hadn't escaped his notice. He knew the woman extremely well and right away she couldn't hide the truth from him.

“Never mind.” He looked again at the papers in his hands and left the room without adding anything else, which left Natasha alone on her own.

These three months didn't seem so long to her anymore, if she had the opportunity to lose herself in your soft puppy eyes again.

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The first month had passed more quickly than she expected, Natasha even had to admit that her mission was rather pleasant. Certainly in the morning she still had to get up early but since her objective was only to train young pilots to be the bests and not to train them for a deadly mission, it is true that the atmosphere on base was more relaxed than for certain missions. All were pretty great, these pilots were still young and had some things to learn but working with them was nice. No other pilots had joined them which left them only two for about twenty students, Bob and Nat had established a schedule divided into three parts : for the first month, half of the pilots went with the blond and the other with the brunette so that in the second month they could exchange. For the third month, the two captains had planned a group schedule where they would take care of all the pilots at the same time with different exercises.

It was quite practical that the two oldest occupied different posts, it allowed them to have different complementary points of view on the practice and the different exercises therefore more knowledge to assimilate. Today was the day the groups were going to change instructors and Natasha was pretty excited about the idea, which the WSO noticed pretty quickly.

“Everything's good ?”

“Yes why ?” Her voice was soft while it was like she had fireworks in her body.

“For nothing, it's just that you haven't stopped fidgeting since we arrived on base.” He noted before taking a sip of his hot coffee while reading his program for the day.

“I'm just excited to change groups. New faces, new programs,... A good day ahead.” She said trying to be as convincing as possible when even she couldn't believe a single word coming out of her mouth. Bob chuckled lightly and set his mug down on the break room table he and the brunette were allowed to. "What ?” She asked trying to sound annoyed by his attitude even though in reality she already knew what it was about.

“You're kinda look excited to see Beagle."

She sighed and took a seat next to him taking the papers explaining the day's exercises in her hands before putting them back on the table being unable to focus on anything but you, you had been in Bob’s group for a month, so she didn't have a lot of opportunities to see you again. Of course when everybody was going for a lunch she had multiple times the occasion to have a glimpse of you but nothing more. She realised pretty quickly that if her WSO didn't talk about you often was for a good reason but she didn't want to admit it to herself, he would talk about everyone in his group but never said a single word about you. Bob tried to make his friend understand that if she wanted him to talk about you, she would have to ask for it herself.

He had seen from the first day the way she had devoured you with her eyes, he found it rather amusing while Phoenix was terrified. Technically she was your instructor but within two next months the problem was solved. No, what really scared her was the fact that you were a way younger than her. You had just left Top Gun when she had already graduated a lot of years ago, you certainly had other things to do than be interested in someone older than you and still you had to be interested in women, you certainly wanted to thrive with someone else and you may have already found that person. Even though she didn't know you yet, everything she had seen of you made her want to know you even more. She observed during the break the way you were with the others and you were an angel fallen from heaven, there was no one more perfect than you.

And she wasn't wrong.

During this first month Bob had been able to observe and get to know you, from the first week he knew that you were a perfect fit for Phoenix. You didn't look exactly like her but the two of you were complementary, he wouldn't say you were shy at first but rather impressed with him but at the end of the second week he understood where your callsign was coming from. He had managed to conduct his little investigation and ask a few questions that might seem trivial for you but that allowed him to know if you were going to get along well with the other pilot or not, you were so excited to talk about the things you liked that he was sure you hadn't even wondered why he would ask you that kind of thing. The blond had come to the conclusion that you and the pilot would go wonderfully well together, she just had to accept this attraction and try something at her own pace. He knew that you liked her even if you had never said it, several times Bob had answered that Phoenix also liked this kind of music or that she too had already done this kind of activity, and immediately you had become silent and your cheeks had taken on a more rosy hue than usual. Unlike him at the beginning, there was not only intimidation or admiration towards the woman.

“Do you think that's wrong ?”

“No. And like I told you before, she's pretty cute, I wouldn't mind seeing her again after the mission is complete. Not like the other one, what was her name again ? Oh yes ! Camille-" He pretended to think before continuing in a monotonous tone, leaning back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Okay, okay I got it !" She cut him off quickly not wanting to go any further once the start of her ex girlfriend's name rolled off Bob's tongue. “But I can't try anything now.”

He sighed heavily letting his head fall back before groaning in a despairing voice, "Why ?"

“Because. I prefer to wait until the end of the mission to avoid problems like with Camille.”

"She was a bitch anyway-"

"Bob !" She exclaimed, on one hand shocked by her friend's words, but on the other amused by his impertinence. "You can't say things like that.”

"Why ? It's the strict truth and you know it-" He continued very seriously even though deep down the two wanted to burst out laughing.

Phoenix shook her head and got up to walk out of the room quickly realizing she was going to be late and not wanting to laugh uncontrollably through the blond's fault, "Stop talking !" She cried before letting the door slam behind her.

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You were nervous. You were not the kind of person to be nervous for no reasons but today was not nothing, it’s been a month since you were waiting to exchange groups and be able to know more about Phoenix. Your little crush on your instructor was not a secret anymore, you could be sure that everyday someone from your group was going to joke about that. It was only a bit of teasing but deeply you were completely lost. You didn’t even know this woman but if she asked you something you would do it without even thinking, she had an unexplained hold on you.

You were now waiting patiently for the woman to arrive at any minute in the room with the pilots of your group, “You’re not going to froze once she’s there right ?” Asked one of your colleagues, Rhys. Since your arrival you were sitting in a chair just in front of the door and your eyes never left that one, your leg was bouncing with anxiety.

The question of the boy next to you made you stop your movements and your head turned in his direction, but before you could say anything the door opened suddenly. Instinctively everybody in the room stand while the dark-haired woman didn’t even had the time to say anything, she entered and placed her things on the desk in the center of the room.

“Don’t worry I’m sure she loves the young ones.” Said your friend with a wink which made your eyes rolled.

Phoenix turned towards you and the boy, giving you a weird look as if she heard what he just said. Then looked at everybody in the room, “At ease.” Her voice was angelic to your ears.

All the pilots were now standing at ease when she started distribute the program of the day, explaining the first exercice. This one seems pretty easy to your eyes, while you were reading attentively the paper the older woman couldn’t help but smile at your behaviour. Now you were going to test some strategies in duo but when you looked up in Rhys’ direction, he was already with another guy. You then looked around you but it seems that everybody was with someone, and it’s at this moment that you realised that one of the pilots was absent.

“It seems like you’re alone Beagle.” You turned once again your head to look at the person who was now talking to you. “Get your helmet you start with me.” Said Natasha smiling playfully at you.

She exits the room while you were still sit on your chair in shock, tenting to proceed what just had happened. She actually knew you, which was pretty logical but still unthinkable. “It’s now or never pup’ ! Take your chance and impress your lady.” Said Rhys while the others in the room all looked at you laughing.

You exited at your turn pretty quickly the room and advanced in the direction of your plane when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you jumped up a bit and turned around ready to fight as if someone was going to attack you. But the thing behind you was only your instructor with her sunglasses, which you make blush once again. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya’. Was just checking the plane, don’t stress too much it’s just an exercise.”

You calmed down and nodded slowly, “I’m not stressed.” Your voice was shacking a bit but you tried to seems confidant. Your instructor then put her hands on your shoulders and applied a little pressure on them, making you understand to relax for real. “´Kay maybe I’m just a bit stressed.” The truth came out of your mouth more quickly than you wanted.

She smiled and took of her hand of you which made you cold a bit, before saying anything else you took your helmet and placed it on your head not wanting to talk anymore before you threw yourself on her. As you were walking away Natasha bitten her lip hard and shook her head slowly, trying to calm herself a bit before going in her plane too. You were so adorable.

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As Nat thought, everything all went well and you were a very good pilot. During the rest of the day she understood pretty quickly the origin of your call sign, you were really energetic which was a good asset for your work. In addition to being skilled you were attentive to her explanation, what she liked. You were really listening to her and tried to understood the best you could even if sometimes there were a lot of informations all at once, your little nods were sweet. At the end of the day the woman felt great even if it was a long day, your presence brought a lot to her good mood. When Phoenix enter the little rest room foreseen for her and Bob, she let herself fell on the couch letting go out of her mouth at the same time a sound of relief.

“Rhough day ?” Asked Bob eating some peanuts new to her.

“Quite the opposite.” Her gaze was enough for the man to understand what she was talking about, or should it be better said of whom she was referring to.

The blond smirked and started talking about his day hoping that it would encourages the pilot to talk about hers. And as almost each time his plan worked, it was just a question of minutes before the woman stood up quickly and placed herself in front of her friend to start talking about her day. She started with the beginning but it was just a question of time before she started talking about you and your abilities. As the man with the glasses was listening to his pilot he realised how much she liked you, it was only the first day and she thought that you were one of the best person on earth already, it made him smile a bit but his expression quickly faded seeing you at the entrance waiting patiently.

“I swear Bob, she was so frustrated but she did a fantastic job. I wanted to kiss her to congratulate her.” She was in such complete overwhelming feeling of great happiness that she was saying silly things without even realising.

“Uhm Phœnix-” He was trying to stopped her before she could say something even more awkward.

“No Bob listen to me ! I swear I could’ve eat her out on the tarmac, just right there-” The tip of her finger was tapping the wooden table to indicate more precisely even if the blond understood perfectly the situation, and it seems that you were aware of what was happening too.

“Natasha !” His voice was raised as she flinched a bit not expecting him to get upset. Bob nodded behind her and she turned around quickly but froze directly.

You were there. Looking at her with stupefaction, completely breathless with what your instructor has just announced. You blinked twice with your mouth slightly open, then took a big breath. “Sorry for interrupting- I should go-” You turned your heels and left without thinking for another minute, you were embarrassed but on the other hand flattered but at the same time completely lost. Not knowing how to react properly it was better for you to leave the room as quickly as possible. Behind you you heard heavy foot steps but you were too preoccupied trying to catch your breath again, your all body was warm but still you felt chill in your back.

“Beagle !” You heard once.

“Lieutenant !” You heard a second time but you were still walking away.

“Y/N !” You stopped dead in your tracks.

Too scared to turn around you waited a few seconds but quickly the woman with brown hair appeared now in front of you. You thought you were going to explode, there was too much informations right now. Her smile was pure but you could feel at the same time the awkwardness between you two, you looked directly and intensely in her deep brown eyes. As she started talking nothing came to your hears, you shook your head and tried to focus but nothing. You closed your eyes and started counting in your head to calm yourself down. At this moment you felt two hot palms on your shoulders which made you open your eyes again but ignoring the eye contact was the best idea you had in mind right now.

“Y/N…” Started slowly your instructor once you seemed calmer. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said those things that was inappropriate.”

You raised your head, “No it’s not that…”

“Then what it is ?” Her palms were not on your shoulders anymore so you place your owns on her upper arms.

“I like you.” You couldn’t do anything but whispered it.

“I quite like you too-”

“I like you.” Louder this time. So loud that anybody in the hallway could have hear it but nobody was here. “I don’t know you but I want to. I’m not mad about what you said I’m just… surprised.”

She took off your hands on her soft skin and took them in her hands, “Then why you ran like that ?” Her voice was so sweet.

“You’re impressive.“ You gulped loudly. “Very impressive.”

She smiles as sweetly as her voice, “What do you think about we go sitting a bit and talk mhh ? I can pick you some water.” Her proposition was a good idea so you accepted it whiting thinking twice.

“Here you go.” She handed you a fresh bottle of water and sat down next to you on the stairs. “Feel better ?”

You closed the bottle and nodded, “Sorry for panicking like that. I’ve seen worse.” Your voice was quiet.

“Don’t worry that’s alright.” She placed her hand on your back, stroking it slowly.

“Is it true ?” You couldn’t stop you from asking if she really thought what she said before about you to Bob. You were looking right in front of you but you could see her frowning in the corner of your eye so you repeat yourself one more time.

“Yes.” Once again the warm from her body disappeared when she took off her hand. “I was a bit in a ecstasy but-”

You cut her off and placed your cold and wet lips on hers. The kiss was like add oil to the fire, everything was burning. Your lips moved in sink naturally and instinctively she cupped your face in her hands, deepen the kiss as much as she could. You two bodies were getting closer and it was as if you were no longer in the stairwell of the base but far from everything, far from this mission and from the titles of the navy. Just the two of you. Her nose slightly crushed yours so you tilted slightly your head which gave her a new access for her tongue to browse in your mouth as one of your hands started playing with her messy baby hair in her neck. Natasha felt so good and relieved when suddenly a voice cut them off.

“I want you tomorrow at 8 a.m. here.” Inform the blond passing by the two women without even looking at them but at the papers in his hands.

You stepped aside realizing that you had gotten a little carried away while you were still in the middle of the base, you looked at Natasha and started laughing softly. “I should go.”

“What ?” The older woman asked quite in shock. “After the kiss you gave me you want to leave me like that ?”

You widened your eyes not really sure of what to say or do, all this situation was new to you. It seems like she understood that you were completely lost so she sighed loudly and took your arm, then put a pen out of her front pocket as she started writing a phone number on your still warm skin. “Text me.” She got up and started walking away when you called out her call sign.

“What I’m supposed to say ?”

Natasha stooped but didn’t turned around, “That’s not me who just kiss my instructor.” Her smirk was maybe not visible but you could decently hear it in her voice.

As she was already far away you picked up your phone and were ready to encode Phœnix’ number when suddenly you received a message from un unknown number.

It’s true that I have a weakness for the young ones ;)

You realised that she indeed heard Rhys which made you blushed.

I already had your number, found it in your folder. Just thought it was cute to leaving you all frustrated like that.

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SEDATED

- you and your hookup buddy are looking for vastly different things in life. or, in which you discover that love can be a drug. (natasha “phoenix” trace x fem!reader, angst, alexa play casual by chappell roan & sedated by hozier ⚠️ SEX IS A PROMINENT THEME although it’s not a full explicit smut. 18+ only please)

word count: 1,221

a/n - wowww ok so this might be ooc but whatever, if it’s based on a hozier song it really can’t be that bad 🎉 and this is also my first explicitly 18+ story 💖 minors look away. idk if i’ll ever write actual smut because i would get embarrassed and it’s awkward but you never know <3

You’re her escape. When Natasha presses her lips to the column of your neck, your hands carding through her loose hair, it’s like nothing else in the world matters. She can pull you close, feeling your heartbeat against her own as her hand slips down underneath your panties. She can shiver under the heat of your quickening breath. She can pull sounds from your lips that no one else has ever managed to. The best part is that when you’re a mess underneath her, she can’t think of anything but you.

She has a lot to distract herself from, currently. Every training session pushes her harder and every additional deployment seems to become longer and tougher. Everything in her screams bloody murder when she stops to think about the work she’s doing and the lives that are at risk. It certainly doesn’t help that her father just passed away, right before she met you.

When she saw you in that bar, with your dress just short enough to get her riled up and heels just high enough to make you look unbearably sexy, she knew she needed to get in your pants. Unfortunately for you, your pants were the only thing she wanted. You were just what she needed to distract herself.

Natasha walked up to you as you were ordering a drink from the woman behind the counter, who you later learned was named Penny. She nodded to Penny and purred, “Put that on my tab.”

You turned around, eyebrows slightly furrowed in a way that made Natasha’s pulse pump faster. “Hello.” You weren’t mad that this gorgeous woman had just forcibly paid for your drink, but you were more wondering why.

“Hey.” She pulled a stool close to you and sat down, her thigh sliding between the gap in your own. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing all alone?” Ah, flirting.

The line was cheesy and the both of you knew it, but it didn’t stop a broad smile from working its way up your face. “Waiting for another beautiful woman to sit down next to me. Now that you’re here, I think that goal has been checked off.”

You fell head over heels that night.

When she’s taking you apart with her mouth, fingers, anything, your heart stutters her name. She’s so giving, like her entire goal is to make your legs shake so badly she’ll have to carry you to the bathroom. The few times she’s allowed you to touch her, feel her, kiss her, and press your own fingers into her warmth, you feel like this is what you want to do for the rest of your life.

Natasha is gorgeous and fiery and bold, but never once has she made you feel unsafe. It’s like she’s completely in tune with everything that makes you tick— everything that you so hopelessly need.

Despite this, despite how desperately you want her to stay, she always leaves. It’s a ritual at this point; you have sex, she kisses you on the forehead, she dresses and uses the bathroom, and then walks out the door without so much as a glance backwards. You feel yourself breaking every single time.

“Natasha,” you whisper, pulling your bedsheets up to cover your exposed chest, “can you stay? Please, just this once.”

She turns around, already clothed. The look in her eyes is hard, like bedrock that hasn’t been dug up. Your gaze is sad in comparison. “I can’t.”

The lights in your room are dim. They soften her features, and as you reach to pull a shirt over your head, you almost believe that her expression may turn sweet yet. Almost.

“Why not?” You question. God, she thinks, you’re making this so hard. She can’t stay. If she stays, she won’t be able to come back again. Don’t you understand that? If she forms one more connection, one more goddamn person that she cares about, she thinks she might shatter.

She watches you pull up a pair of shorts, too, over your new, clean underwear. “Because I can’t. It’s better if we never cross that line, okay? We can fuck, but anything more than that just won’t work out.”

“And why is that, Nat? Do you just not like me enough to have a real relationship?” She can hear the challenge in your voice.

“Don’t call me that.” She states, opening your bedroom door with the intention to leave. “I can’t do anything serious.”

There’s anger pooling in your stomach. You understand not wanting a relationship, trust me, you do. But her tone is taut with curtness, like she doesn’t want to waste words on you. Like she never viewed you as a person, just a warm body. “And I can’t do what we’ve been doing anymore. I want you, Natasha, and if we’re just going to fuck around without ever finding out, I’m done.”

“Then we’re done.” She says simply. You feel something inside of you snap.

“Why is it that you just want me to play with? I thought there was at least some sense of care. I’m… I’m not going to stop you, but I need a reason.”

She sighs, turning around to face you. It’s night outside, far past the hour that anyone should be driving. Far past the hour that people should leave by. “You, this, what we’ve been doing sedates shit. Sex sedates shit. It’s an escape, alright? If I start actually liking you, that distraction is gone, and I’ll have to go back to square one.” She spits. There’s a certain vulnerability in her expression, one you never noticed before. “I really need that escape right now.”

Her last sentence is quiet, almost whispered. You reach out to touch her, and she flinches away. “Is the stability of a relationship not enough of an escape?”

She shakes her head, tight-lipped.

“I just wish you had told me sooner.” You falter.

She crosses your house with ease, pausing just long enough to hear your words and reply. “If I had, would you still have fucked me?”

It hurts. It hurts so bad you think if your legs had been any weaker, they would have given out from the sheer weight of her words. She never liked you, never wanted you. It all but presses you into the floor. You reach around her to unlock your front door, eyes brimming with tears. “No.”

She hesitates before stepping out. “Then I’m glad we had fun while we could. You’ll find what you want someday.”

“I wanted it to be you.” You’re crying now, and she looks at you like you’re a puppy with footprints on its haunches. It’s pity, pure pity. She gives you one last kiss on the cheek.

“I never did.”

With that, she steps out into the night, and you watch her go. When she gets into her car and drives away, you close your door with your back and slide down its wood paneling.

Sobs wrack your body as you bring your knees up to your chest. She was what you looked forward to in the mornings, and you were what she looked forward to in the dead of night. For once, you yourself feel like you might need some sedation.

It’s too bad that your only shot at it just walked away.

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