#Natasha phoenix trace fan fiction

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boyfriend / natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader

this is porn. this is literally porn with minimal plot based on boyfriend by dove cameron. sorry to my jake girlies, he’s not portrayed the nicest in this lol I love him I really do but..... I just have thoughts about phoenix. this is my psa that my requests are open for nat, send them all my way pls n thx

boyfriend / natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader

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word count: 1.8k

warnings: drinking, infidelity, as mentioned porn with minimal plot, oral (f-receiving), a little bit of edging

Your boyfriend’s arm felt heavy slung around your waist as you sat at the bar ordering a drink. The energy in the club was infectious and the energy of your group even more so as everyone celebrated Rooster’s birthday. You ordered something strong, something to loosen you up, something to hopefully make you enjoy your surroundings. You felt fingers trail down your arm before gripping your hand and you turned to see Phoenix looking at you with that look that had you rising from your seat and following her in an instant to the dance floor, vaguely gesturing behind you at Jake to join you. You let the alcohol do its job, washing over you and lowering your inhibitions as you danced with your friends, leaning against Jake as he swayed behind you. Your skin felt hot and a grin never left your face, hips moving to the beat and getting lost in the moment.

Two drinks turned to three, then four and then your group was somehow meandering to the Hard Deck just like you always did, the home base… Penny had given you all looks of disappointment at your varying ranges of inebriation and disarray but poured your drinks anyways as you settled in to close out the night. You’d started by Jake’s side but slowly as the evening progressed he got more and more invested in his conversations with Coyote, or Rooster, or Bob and you found yourself shrinking back and claiming a seat near the bar, your absence being missed by your boyfriend as you watched him for a moment before mindlessly scrolling on your phone and waiting for last call so you could drag him home. 

“Didn’t think I’d find you not glued to his side tonight,” Phoenix said and it stirred something in your chest, you didn’t know if you should be defensive or shrug it off.

“Taking a breather,” you decided to respond and she nodded as she slid into the booth beside you. You felt the hair on the back of your neck rise as she looked you over appreciatively, “didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier but you really look beautiful tonight.” she said and your cheeks burned under the praise, unsure of how to accept it.

“Thank you,” you said softly, taking a moment to look at her and you felt struck by how stunning she was. You’d always admired her. Her cool and collected demeanor was alluring and her sharp gaze had captivated you on countless occasions but her proximity made it feel all the more overwhelming. “You look beautiful tonight too, always do.” you added and she softly smiled. 

“Did you really need a breather or is there another reason you’re not over with your boyfriend right now?” she asked and you again didn’t know how to feel about the statement. 

“Didn’t think he’d miss me,” you said and she hummed in response.

“Don’t know how he couldn’t,” she replied and your eyebrows furrowed as her fingers trailed your arm for the second time this evening… to the outside eye it would look innocent, like two friends drunk and spilling life stories in a secluded booth but on the inside there was something bubbling beneath the surface, just about to reach its boiling point. “If I were him, I’d never leave you alone,” she said, eyes holding yours intently and you wanted to look away but you couldn’t.

“Why is that?” you asked.

“Pretty girl sitting all alone in a booth near last call? Someone else might swoop in,” she said and you let out a laugh though there wasn’t much humor in it. “Especially you, he should know better than to ever take his attention off you… I know I don’t,” she whispered the last part and goosebumps rose on your skin. Her fingers were still drawing absentminded patterns against your skin and it felt like she was leaving fire in their wake. 

“You don’t?” you asked and you felt dumb, but you were having a hard time conjuring anything else when she was holding your gaze the way she was, touching you so innocently that you felt ridiculous for feeling so affected. 

She shook her head and removed her fingers from your arm to trail across your cheekbone before pushing strands of hair behind your ear and you leaned into the touch, “never… can’t seem to take my eyes off you.” she said and you flushed again. She smirked at the response, clearly enjoying how little it took to wrap you around her finger. “If I’m not reading into things I recall you not being able to take your eyes off me either,” she accused and you felt stripped bare, eyes widening at the truth her words held and she chuckled.

“I’m sorry-” you started, looking down to your palms but her finger hooked under your chin and forced your eyes back to hers.

“I’m not,” she said and you missed her touch when she pulled her hand back… she noticed and instead placed it on your thigh. Her fingers danced higher, slipping under the hem of your skirt and your breath caught in your throat, heart pounding so loud it clouded your hearing and your mind felt dizzy at how little it took for her to wind you up so tight.

“Jake is…” you sighed, not knowing how to finish that sentence and she glanced over to your friends briefly before returning her attention to you.

“Not wondering where you are,” she said, and you thought those words should have hurt you… the fact that he was so preoccupied elsewhere that in the past twenty minutes he hadn’t thought to check where you’d gone. She raised her other hand to cup your jaw and pull you closer as she whispered in your ear, “besides… I can be a much better boyfriend than him.” Her fingers gripped the soft skin of your thighs and you leaned into her. Her perfume was intoxicating, sandalwood and jasmine, and when you leaned back slightly to look in her eyes suddenly there was no one else in this bar. You leaned forward tentatively, letting your lips brush against hers and you felt electricity thrumming in your veins as she surged forward and captured you in a kiss. She tasted like tequila and peppermint and you wanted more, you gently bit her bottom lip before you pulled back and suddenly she was gripping your wrist and tugging you out of the booth to someplace more private.

The bathroom door swung shut behind you and she pressed you against it in an instant, locking it as she did and it was a clash of tongues and teeth as you desperately tried to pull her closer. She led you by the waist to the bathroom sink and slid her hands underneath your ass to lift you onto it. You wrapped your legs around her and dipped your head back as she kissed down your neck, leaving traces of her lipstick in her wake but you didn’t seem to care. Her touch was gentle but firm, caressing you in all the right ways as she sank to the floor and pushed your skirt up to your waist. You thought to yourself that you should be stopping this, you should be going back to your boyfriend and trying to forget this ever happened but you wanted the way she was looking up at you as she spread your legs apart to be burned into your memory forever. Her fingers trailed over your clothed heat delicately as she placed kisses along your thighs and you bucked into her touch, whining as she teased you and you could feel her lips curl into a smirk against your skin.

“I’d be willing to bet he can’t get you this worked up,” she said and you moaned as she applied pressure to your clit. She was right… he couldn’t, no one had ever had you so close to careening off a ledge before they’d even properly touched you. “Such a shame,” she whispered, tugging your underwear down your legs and you shivered as the cold air hit your already soaked cunt. She moaned against you as she licked a stripe through your folds, savoring the taste of you and your hands instinctively went to thread through her silky hair and push it away from her face as you bucked against her. “So responsive,” she cooed, tongue circling your clit and you fought to stifle the sound that threatened to rip through you. 

“Phoenix,” you sighed as she expertly licked and sucked at you, using a hand to steady your hips and keep you from falling off the counter. You whined as you felt a finger press into your entrance, then two and your hand flew to cover your mouth when she began massaging that spot inside you that had pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. This was all so new and foreign but felt so right as she worked you up, pulling back slightly to tease you as your walls began clenching around her fingers.

“Poor thing, wound up so tight, already going to cum for me?” she taunted and you let out a soft groan as she lightly flicked her tongue across your sensitive bundle of nerves, body jolting and writhing as she instead focused on sucking marks into your thighs, fingers shallowly thrusting into you before pulling out completely to shove her fingers in your mouth and you eagerly closed around them, sucking off every trace of yourself. She lifted her head briefly to watch and moaned at the sight before returning to her worship of your soft skin and your chest heaved as your hips wiggled, your body yearning for her to touch you again as you felt your arousal dripping down your legs. She kissed her way back to your clit and you gasped when she sucked it into her mouth and pushed her fingers back into you, curling and thrusting just right as your eyes rolled back. 

Heat was prickling across your skin as you tried to keep quiet but all you wanted to do was scream her name as you felt the tension begin to grow and she moaned against you when she felt you clenching around her fingers, the vibration sending jolts through your body. She slid her free hand up your body to intertwine her fingers with yours and your legs shook around her head as your climax overtook you, pure ecstasy flooding through your veins and clouding your vision as she worked you through it, lapping up everything you had to give her. She pulled away when you jerked back at the overstimulation and stood where you pulled her in for a kiss, tasting yourself on her and wrapping your legs around her again. 

“I’m going home… I think you should ditch your boyfriend and meet me there,” she said, stepping back and giving you a smirk as she wiped her face and left you alone in the bathroom reeling, body still trembling and aching for her in her absence. You slid off the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and wiping at your smudged lipstick before walking out of the bathroom and out of the bar without even looking back.

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First Time- N. Trace

pairing: Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace x female!pilot word count: 3k warnings: SMUT, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), fxf smut, Hangman (yes, he is his own warning) based on this request:

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“Never?!” The loud sound of a beer bottle hitting the table had you cringing, as the boys at the table started snickering at your confession. Hangman’s jaw was slightly dropped at the revaluation and you wanted to hide under the table. 

The simple game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ went from the innocent topics of stealing a pack of gum to faking an orgasm. The second Rooster had a smirk on his face and said his confession, everyone groaned as they took a drink, except you. 

“You’ve never come from head?” Hangman asked again. 

“Never had it,” You mumbled, sipping your beer. 

“Never?!” Hangman said again and you rolled your eyes, “Even Bob has! Do you live under a rock? Oh my god… are you still a-?” 

“No, i'm not still a virgin,” You blushed. 

“But what about your last boyfriend?” Hangman asked, “The uh… the radar operator!” 

“Wasn’t ‘in to it’” 

“Oh you poor girl,” 

You rolled your eyes once again and threw a discarded poker chip at him. The game picked back up, but you couldn’t help but notice a certain pilot's gaze on you. You looked up at Phoenix and gave her a shy smile. She smiled back and then turned to respond to something Coyote said. It was no secret the tension between the two of you. You guys had hit it off from the jump, being the only two females here. You two had created an alliance the first night at the hard deck and it went on from there. You guys would spend nights after training together, watching stupid reality tv shows, or going to the gym, or getting drinks. There was constant flirting, and glances and touches that would drive the both of you crazy. 

You bit your lip and looked down at your now empty beer as Rooster asked the next question. You excused yourself from the group and walked to the kitchen to get something else to drink. Phoenix watched as you left and then got up to follow you, asking if anyone else wanted a drink. You looked over your shoulder as she placed some empty bottles in the sink before turning to lean against it and gave you a smile. 

“So. . . it’s true? You’ve never gotten head?” Phoenix asked, as you scanned the diminishing beer selection. 

“Yeah,” You said, “There’s like nothing in here, besides budweiser,” 

“I got a case of mic ultra back at my dorm,” Phoenix said, “Wanna make a run back?” 

“Sure,” You shrugged. She nodded and grabbed her jacket and keys. You both walked back into where the boys were now talking about some stupid basketball game, “We’re going on a beer run, be back in like 20.” 

“Oh! Get more crown please!” Fanboy yelled and you nodded. 

Once settled in Phoenix’s car, she looked over at you and asked again, “So you have seriously never gotten any oral sex?” 

“No,” You chuckled, “I just. . . it’s hard for me to even get off from sex in general. Usually I just fake it or the guy I'm with doesn't even pay enough attention to know if I’ve cum or not.” 

“Hangman was right, you poor girl,” Phoenix laughed and you shook your head. 

The ride was quick back to the dorms, as you followed Phoenix into her dorm room. It was small, just like the rest of them, but she did a good job of making it her own. As she went to go find the beer, you looked around the small living room she had. There were various band posters and pictures of her friends and family. You sat down on the small couch and let out a sigh. 

“Here,” she said and handed you a beer, “Looks like you need it.” 

You let out a laugh and cracked it open, taking a sip before leaning back in your spot, “Am I just broken? Like I like sex, I want to have sex, I just can’t like. . .” 

“Maybe it’s just not with the right person,” Phoenix said with a shrug. You looked over at her, your eyes going to her lips as she licked them before clearing her throat, “Sometimes men just don’t know what the hell they are doing and hate to admit it.” 

“Yes! Like let me help you!” You said making Phoenix laugh too, “I’m pretty sure I know what feels good and how to help you out. Just let me.” 

“I think it’s kinda hot. Ya know, when they ask and you tell them.” 

You nodded, feeling a sudden rush of heat between your thighs. You shifted in your spot, squeezing your thighs together, which didn’t go unnoticed by Phoenix. She moved in her spot and got a tad closer to you. 

“My favorite thing is when they look up at you and demand you to tell them what you want them to do. Where to touch them, or better yet, when you take their hand and direct them what to do.” 

“Y-yeah, that would be. . . nice,” You let out a nervous chuckle, “Another thing on my bucket list.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Phoenix said, shaking her head, and moved away from you, “We should get going,” Phoenix went to stand up but you stopped her grabbing her wrist. You gave her a look and she sat back down on the couch closer to you than before. Her knee touched your thigh and you felt like your skin was burning. Your hand had slid from her wrist to being in her hand and you took a deep breath. 

“What does it feel like?” 

“Head?” 

“Orgasms, in general,” You asked, a deep blush on your cheeks. 

“Well, uh,” Phoenix said, clearing her throat, “Ya know when you drop on a rollercoaster?” You nodded, “It’s like that but so much better. It’s hard to explain. You get this feeling, kinda like you really need to pee,” She laughed, “But it’s the best feeling.” 

“Phoenix. . . can you-” You fumbled with her hand, “What do you do or have them do to get you there?” 

Phoenix smirked at your sudden nervous nature. You were quieter than most pilots but still not as shy and quiet as Bob. You were always confident, never shying away from a task or a dare. But to watch you have this uncertainty and curiosity in your eye was making a certain heat rise in Phoenix. She tested the waters, placing her hand on your thigh and felt the goosebumps rise on your skin. 

“Well, I usually start with kissing, make the connection ya know,” Phoenix said and you nodded a little too enthusiastically for your liking, “Start with lips, god some people just have the softest lips I have ever felt. I usually feel them up, feel their bodies,” She gently traced her fingers of your tan skin, moving them tantalizingly slow up and down your thigh, “and then move from their lips to their jaw, to their neck. Usually there is this spot,” She gently brushes your hair back from your neck, “Right here,” She tapped, “That just makes your toes curl and makes your squirm.” 

You sucked in a breath as the feeling in between your thighs grew. It was almost too much as you found yourself trying to move your hips for some type of friction. You had never been so turned on from just talking and simple touches. You didn’t even know it was possible. Phoenix bit her lip as she watched you move in your seat. You looked down at your hands in your lap, too embarrassed by your body’s reaction to look at her. 

“Y/N.” 

“Hm?” You answered, still not looking up. Phoenix grabbed your chin gently making you turn your head to look at her. Your eyes were wide with lust and she looked over your face and settled on your lips. Her thumb gently grazed your bottom lip, pulling it from between your teeth. 

“What do you feel?” 

“What?” 

“I know you feel something, you’re squirming in your seat,” Phoenix said looking down at your clenched shut thighs, “Tell me,” 

“Warm,” You said, and closed your eyes in embarrassment. Your mind was running with delay and you had to gather your thoughts before speaking, “I-I feel warm, like my body, and other. . . areas. I think I feel my-my. . . ya know wet?” 

“Yeah, that happens when you’re turned on,” Phoenix said, and went back to caressing your thigh. 

“It’s like a tingle, when I move a certain way it feels good.” 

“How about this?” Phoenix asked and moved to straddle you, “What do you feel now?” 

“You on top of me,” You said innocently, and she smirked, “But I feel more warmth and like. . . a pulse?” 

“Totally normal. I’m shocked, no one has made you feel like this?” 

“Not like this. I only feel like this when I watch uh. . .porn,” You mumbled the last of your sentence. Phoenix raised her eyebrow and bit her lip, “Maybe I can show you. . . sometime?” 

“I think I'd like that,” Phoenix sighed and then leaned in, grabbing your face in her hands. You closed your eyes as you felt her lips ghost over yours, before she finally kissed you. Her lips were soft, just as you had imagined.

Phoenix moved her hands from your face, to tangling in your hair, as yours went to her hips. She moved in a way, that one of her legs was in between yours and she was situated in between one of yours. She moved her lips, just like she said she does, from your lips to your jaw, placing kisses down to your neck. You let out a breathy moan as you felt your hips buck and the feeling of her strong thigh between your legs. You could feel her smile against your neck as you moved your hips again, letting out a louder moan at the feeling. 

“Oh fuck,” You let out as your felt Phoenix bite your neck, and threw your head back against her couch. 

“You like that?” 

“Yes, fuck, Nat,” You said, running your hands along her back. 

“Sit up,” Phoenix ordered you. You did as told and she lifted up your shirt, your nipples straining through your whtie sports bra. She gently ran her fingers over the erect nubs and watched as you withered at the feeling, “Anyone touch you here?” 

“No,” You whimpered, “I need- fuck,” You could feel yourself clench around nothing, as you moved again against her thigh. Natasha lifted up your sports bra, and you sat up so she could remove it. She leaned back in, kissing your neck a couple times before moving to kneel in between your legs. You whimpered at the loss of weight on your lap, but sucked in a breath as her tongue swirled around your right nipple. 

“Oh my god,” You bucked your hips up, “More, I need more,” 

“What do you feel?” Phoenix asked you, as her finger went to your nipple, rolling it between her thumb and pointer finger. 

“I can feel myself, clenching around nothing, fuck Nat, I need something,” You could feel your achy hole begging for some sort of penetration. Phoenix licked your nipple before taking the whole thing in her mouth and sucking on it. Your hand went to the back of her head, tangling in her hair and scratching at the base of her neck. She moved from your right breast, to your left one, her hand coming to pay attention to the now neglected side. She bit into the flesh and you pulled at her hair. She sucked gently on the upper part of breast, making sure to leave a mark only visible to the two of you. 

You felt her hands move up your thighs, before they dipped into the waistband of your shorts. She removed her mouth from your chest and looked up at you, and you nodded frantically. You lifted your hips enough so that she could slip your shorts down your leg. She threw them to the side and leaned in to place kisses on the inside of your thighs, occasionally biting and sucking marks into the soft flesh. 

“No shorts for a week,” You breathed out. 

“Nah, I want them to see,” Phoenix winked at you. She stopped right before the area you needed her the most. She bit her lip as she could see your glistening core through your sheer lace pink underwear. She ran her finger over the soaked covered area and watched as you withered in your spot. Even the slightest touch had you melting underneath her. Phoenix leaned in and placed a kiss right on your clothed clit and lurched forward at the feeling. 

“Jesus fuck,” You called out, “You haven’t even done anything and I’m already like this.” 

“Because babe, when the job is done right, you should be begging for more,” Phoenix said, and dragged her fingers up your hips to your underwear. 

She tossed them with your shorts, and wasted no time, spreading your open and licking a stripe from your core to your clit. Your moan echoed off the wall as your hand went to her hair, pulling her in closer. Her nose nudged your clit as her tongue licked a circle around your opening before diving in. She moaned at the taste of you on her tongue as she thrusted her tongue into you. 

“Natasha,” You whined, “More. I need. . . use your fingers, please.” Your brain somehow remembered what Phoenix had said earlier about being directed. Natasha looked up at you, and she wished she could take a picture of your fucked out look. She lifted her hand to your mouth, and you opened your mouth instinctively to suck on her fingers. Once they were wet with your saliva, she brought them down to your opening. She circled around it, and placed a kiss on your clit. You moved your hips, trying to get her to touch you. 

“So fucking needy,” Phoenix said, her voice lower and somehow in a mocking tone, “You’re never going to want to go back to men.” 

“Fucking touch me,” You begged and Natasha did as she was told. 

She pushed two fingers inside of you, and sucked your clit into her mouth. You knew you were a goner as she curled her fingers in you, hitting that sweet spot right at the top. She licked and sucked at your clit, making sure to pay attention to all the area around it. You couldn’t help but pull her face in closer and grind your hips. Not that Phoenix minded at all as she moaned at the feeling of you using her and chasing your own pleasure. It was quite a sight as she looked up at you, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut and gyrating your hips in such an obscene way. She could feel you clench around her fingers. 

“You close baby?” Phoenix asked, pulling away. 

“So-so close, oh my god, it feels-” 

“Like you have to pee?” 

“Yeah,” You breathlessly chuckled. 

“Just let go, I got you babe,” Phoenix said and went back to lapping at your clit. 

You feel your belly tighten and your toes curl and thighs try to close at the pleasure. Phoenix didn’t mind as your thighs tightened around her head, as you chased your orgasm. She watched as your body contracted, silent moans coming out of your parted pink lips as you let the wave of pleasure wash over you. Your body and brain somehow seemed to match up and you let out a scream of pleasure. Phoenix helped your ride out the pleasure, not stopping the curling motion of her fingers or the gentle suck on your clit. You laid your head back on the couch, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. You had to push Phoenix’s head away from you, feeling too much at once. 

Phoenix smirked as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you opened your eyes to see looking up at you. She looked even more beautiful, her messy hair, swollen lips and lust filled eyes. You placed your hand on her head, patting her head gently. You both laughed at the movement, knowing that was all your brain could probably muster up to do. 

“That was. . . shit, you’re right. I’m never going back to men,” You said. 

Phoenix chuckled, “Told ya,” 

You bit your lip and moved to sit up a little more.  You leaned down and captured her lips with yours. You could taste yourself on her tongue, and for some weird reason, you liked it. You pulled away and Phoenix looked at you. 

“It's my turn for you to teach me.” 

— — — 

The next day, you and Phoenix walked into class together. Both of you are somewhat closer than ever before. The night was spent with exploring feelings both sexual and emotional. You guys hadn’t put a label on it yet, but there was an unspoken knowledge that you two were together. You sat in your normal seats, Phoenix next to Bob and you next to Hangman. But the second you sat down next to him, you wish you hadn’t. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Jake said with a smirk on his face that you so badly wanted to smack off of him, “How are you today?” 

“It’s 6 in the morning and I’m seeing your stupid face, how do you think I’m doing?” You snapped back. 

“Oh I’m guessing you’re great. I’m guessing you relieved some much needed tension last night,” Hangman gave you a look and you could feel the red creeping up on your face, “Did you sleep nice? Cause I didn’t. My next door neighbor was going at it all night. And whoever she was with. . . they were doing a good job.” 

You glanced over at Natasha who had a smirk on her face as Bob was looking back and forth from you, hangman and Natasha. When he figured it out, his eyebrows rose and his jaw dropped. He looked at Phoenix who rolled her eyes and hit his chest. He then held his first up to bump knuckles with his flight partner. 

“You’re just jealous that you haven’t made a girl scream like that,” You said and winked at Natasha. You grabbed your book and moved to the otherside of the room, taking a seat next to Rooster. 

“No, I’m pissed I didn’t get my beer!”

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Dagger Squad as Bath and Body Works Smells

So its January and its time for B&BW to roll out the good not fruity smells so why not do this, so enjoy my unhinged ness.

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 "𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫" 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰-𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲

This was not that hard for me to choose, he reminds me of an old car smell, like a jeep that was hidden in a garage for to long and is now being driven. This candle smells like warm leather, amber woods and aged brandy, its described as a nightcap in your recliner.

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧- 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

The irony of me finding this candle name, when i think of him like i think some type of hickory sweet honey smell, like a dive bar in the mountains. This candle smells like Warm Whiskey, Bergamot, Cedarwood & Amber and its described as warm, friendly aroma of a fresh & clean southern gentleman on date night

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 "𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱" 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞- 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 Honestly this whole candle to me scream's her, like the coloring remind's me of her and the whole smell, she seem's like the kind of person to wear a flannel when lounging around her house. This candle smells like, pink raspberries, strawberry vanilla bean and sugared lemon drops. and Its described as : a lightly tart and perfectly creamy treat.

𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 "𝐁𝐨𝐛" 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝-𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

When I think of him I think a type of sweet airy smell, like watching the morning sun in the mountains during the summer, and you cant tell me that this man doesn't remind you of just that. This candle smells like crisp autumn air, white driftwood and a hint of green apple. and is described as cool, sweet, fresh alone time on the dock.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 "𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲" 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚- 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

I will not lie he was kind of hard to choose for, I imagine him having a sweet smell but also obtaining this masculine wood like smell, like I can just see it. This candle smells like Red Apple, Plum, Soft Pear, Jasmine, Peony, Cedarwood, Patchouli, Vanilla, Musk and is also described as crisp woodland walk with sweet apple aroma in the air.

𝐑𝐮𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐧 "𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤" 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡- 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐧

I know that this might be like so basic as a masculine type smell but he just for some reason seems like he would smell like a wood barrel that has been aged perfectly, like if you opened a perfect bottle of bourbon and it tasted perfect. This candle smells like a bold, smooth, barrel-aged pour. Fragrance notes: white pepper, dark amber and Kentucky oak. and is also described as such, bold, smooth, barrel-aged pour.

𝐉𝐚𝐯𝐲 "𝐂𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐭𝐞" 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨- 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭

It's literally in the name, he reminds me of a beach plain and simple like that, like anything this man is like golden coast. This candle smells like Bright Citrus, Cool Waters, Sea Breeze & Beach Woods. And like my description this is told to be like, The smell of cool ocean waters fills the California coast.

By the way you all can get these candle's, i dont remember the price though so dont ask me lol.

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[sluttyhenley]

Phoenix isn’t even sure when she made the decision, but she knows it deep in her bones. She’s going to do this. It’s terrifying and it’s going to throw a terrible wrench in her career plans. It doesn’t make sense, but she wants this.

put a hold on my heart a rooster/phoenix story by @sluttyhenley

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[bradshawschick]

Your apart of the dagger squad and are always taking pictures with your friends

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[talktomeice]

Frost (Part 1)

Rooster x Kazansky!Pilot! Reader

Warnings: mentions of throat cancer (story begins before the cancer comes back), swearing

Not Edited so there may be mistakes!!!!

ALL OF MY WRITING WILL BE PUT INTO MY PINNED POST 📌

Authors note: I wanted to write something that made many callbacks to the first Top Gun, whether it was a moment or a line. I did it for nostalgia purposes…so you may see some lines from the first top gun or you’ll see a line that was from the first top gun but I changed a word, so keep your eyes peeled…

Summary: Y/N Kazansky grew up, greatly influenced by flying, between her father, her godfather and honorary uncle, Maverick. Even the father of Y/N’s dearest best friend, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, flew with Mav. Bradley and Y/N were inseparable while growing up, but when Roosters admission papers were pulled from the Naval Academy, Rooster angrily disappeared from her life, and refused to talk to her at Top Gun. Y/N primarily spent her time in DC, but she spent her time teaching the top pilots around. But every path in her life has brought her back to the same place…Fightertown USA.

Y/N’s hair is blowing in the wind, and a large smile etched across her face as her 1973 ice blue ford bronco enters the familiar Miramar.

She let out a content sigh as her eyes trailed to the note securely attached to the dash that her dad gave her a long time ago when she was going accepted to Top Gun.

My dear daughter Y/N,

From the moment you were born, when I first held you in my arms, you were and still are the most important to me.

I remember when you were just 5 months old, you were in my lap while I was making faces at you, and you suddenly bit the air, and that moment only confirmed your moms and my idea that you were truly a mini Iceman.

Now you’re going to be attending Top Gun…and I know you’re sad because Rooster will be there and you two haven’t talked for many years, but please…for your dear old dad, try to talk it out. I know he brought you such a different kind of happiness. I’m so proud of you sweetheart. I love you!

You’ll always be my little girl.

My little Frost.

Love, Dad (a.k.a Iceman)

Though she was very happy to be called back to Top Gun for a special mission and to come back home, her dads was struggling still with the aftermath of throat cancer and it made her heartbreak into a thousand miserable, useless pieces.

The grown woman parked her car in front of the familiar house, leaving her bags behind in her car, sprinting up to the house and nearly eating dirt as she open the door with full force.

“Honey!!” Her mother, Sarah Kazansky jumped at her daughters sudden appearance, but quickly took her into a tight motherly hug.

“Hi mom!” The commander wheezed in her mothers grasp.

“I really wanna talk to you but I know you wanna see your dad and he really wants to see you.”Hearing those words caused a longing smile to appear on the face of the eldest Kazansky child.

Y/N bit her bottom lip with her ongoing smile as she walked through the house quietly towards her dads office on the balls of her feet.

The door she had seen many times before was finally in front of her eyes again. She slowly reaching for the door knob, the contact caused her to let out a huff. She twisted the door knob, as the door gradually opened, and the iconic blonde hair came into view.

“Hey Dad!” She excitedly spoke with a massive grin. She was ecstatic to see her favorite person again.

The chair swiveled around, her eyes meeting her fathers, at which his eyes light up seeing his first born child.

He shakily rose up from his chair, his daughter quickly grabbing him for support. He pulled her into a hug, patting his daughter’s back comfortingly.

They sat down in their respective chairs and the admiral began to type.

My frost, How are you doing?

“I’m even better now that I’m seeing you, Ice Dad.” Iceman smiled wide as his chest slightly bounced with a quiet but hearty laugh at his nickname, “I’m happy to be back.”

How do you feel about the mission you were called back for?

“Though I have zero clue what it’s about, and what’s even happening, I’m happy to go back to Top Gun. It’s going back to my roots…my favorite place.” Y/N spoke, nearly coming to a whisper at the end of the sentence. She also remembers a lot of sadness, anger, and guilt which very much stemmed from, the person who would now be considered as en ex best friend/ex crush, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw.

Y/N’s father gave her a skeptical look before turning to his keyboard.

I know you’re thinking about Rooster. Is Rooster still angry?

“You know me to well Ice Pops,” The commander laughed as her heart felt lost without her best friend, “He still won’t answer any texts I send, or answer my calls. I don’t even remember the last time I texted or called him…I simply gave up.he never even gave me the chance to tell him that I tried to fight for him LITERALLY. I haven’t seen him for years. It’s better off this way.”

The admiral stared at his daughter, knowing that she truly wishes that it wouldn’t be this way. Her and Bradley used to me so close that he and Bradley’s mother, Carole and Maverick would all talk about how those two getting together and getting married was absolutely inevitable, but now it’s lucky if they’ll even get to face each other ever again.

You seem like you need to relax. You should go visit Penny at the Hard Deck. Plus, you never know what’s gonna happen..

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the last sentence but quickly threw the confusion to the back of her mind, because going to the Hard Deck sure sounded nice.

“You’re absolutely right, Dad.” She leaned over and kissed her fathers cheek.

Frost, you can also take my aviators.

The captains eyes got wide at the statement. Her father kept his aviators from his flying days on display on the shelf.

“Are you actually serious?” She asked, at which her father nodded, and he stood up and gave her another hug.

“I’m proud of you. I love you Frost.” Her father spoke hoarsely, Y/N holding back tears in the process. He then reached over to the shelf and grabbed his prized aviators and handed them over to his daughter.

“I love you too Ice Dad…Iceman…you can be my wingman anytime.” She spoke with a smile as she slid the aviators on and walked out the open door, turning to quickly wave her dad goodbye.

She walked out the front door of the house, grabbed her bags and brought them into the house. She didn’t bother changing out of her uniform because she just needed to get to the hard deck for a drink.

She hopped in and started driving towards the Hard Deck. Her head hopped to the end of Nice To Meet Ya by Niall Horan and she parked her car. She smiled at the familiar sight as she walked in. She noticed a man sitting at the bar, with his back facing her and two men standing near the pool table, facing away from her. Y/N walked over to the bar and sat two stools away from the man.

Penny then suddenly appeared from the back and quickly noticed the young captain and quickly ran over, “Hi sweetie! How are you?” She asks, leaning over the bar and hugging you.

“I’m happy to be back in town.” She replied with a small smile.

“Not even a hello to your uncle Mav?” A voice says next to her, her head quickly turning to the man, to realize it was her honorary uncle, Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell.

“Mav!” She exclaimed as they both stood up for a hug. Maverick patted her back before they both pulled back and sat down.

“What’s it like coming back home?” Mav asked as Penny handed him his glass.

“I’ll be honest, it brings a lot of emotions. I’m super happy to see the family-“ “and to get called back to Top Gun” Maverick interrupted, the girl’s eyebrow raised, “how did you know?”

“Don’t tell anyone, and I can’t say too much but lets just say you’ll probably see me there tomorrow…” Maverick trails off causing the Kazansky girl to jump up and down on her stool in excitement like a little kid causing Mav to laugh, even getting a laugh from Penny on the other side of the room, cleaning a table.

“So back to the emotions…also being back home reminds you of possibly Bradley Bradshaw?” Mav looked over at the woman, noticing the mix of anger and sadness on her face.

“And I still feel so bad for playing a part in his anger towards you. All because you’re involved with me, I brought you into it.” Mav frowned, playing with the glass in his hands.

“We may have had a huge argument over it, but I forgave you. I understood in the end what you were doing in the end but I still tried to fight for him.” She consoled Maverick with some pats on the shoulder.

“That’s exactly it. I didn’t want him to hold it against his mom that after Goose died, she didn’t want Bradley to fly, so I had that chance and I took it. He hated me for it in the end, and because we can’t tell him that, he also got angry with you, because it seemed like you didn’t care about him.” Maverick said before chugging the rest of his drink, “you even punched me in the shoulder and the stomach during that.”

“Hey now! I apologized, brought you ice for it and I bought you a new motorcycle. You said it was good after that buddy boy.” I say pushing Mavericks shoulder.

She excused herself, standing up and walking over to the bathroom. The door closes and she immediately releases a sigh as she walks in front of a mirror, pushes the aviators on top of her head, and places her hands in the side of the sink.

She’s known as the girl who keeps her cool, and who is clever and slick. But being back in Miramar…she’s quietly a mess.

She takes a bit to collect herself, her thoughts, and her emotions. Now more cool and collected, she slid her fathers aviators back down and sauntered out of the bathroom and quickly noticed that the crowd has doubled. She notices Penny, who clearly has her job cut out for her, so she walks over to the bar, offering Penny some assistance.

She starts chatting at the bar with some people, having a good laugh, gaining the attention of most of the pilots over by the pool table.

“Who’s she?” Payback asked as almost everyone’s attention was focused on the girl in uniform behind the bar.

“She would squash you like a bug.” Hangman laughed, knowing who the woman was.

“Who is she?” Payback asked again, provoking a sigh from Hangman.

“Well you wanna know who the best is? That’s her. Frost. It’s the way she flies. Ice-cold, no mistakes. She wears you down, you get bored and frustrated, do something stupid, she’s got you…just like her father.” Hangman states, spinning a pool cue in his hand.

“What’s her name?” Fanboy asked curiously, everyone except Rooster was paying attention.

“Commander Y/N Kazansky. Daughter of Admiral Kazansky.” Hangman spoke, while Rooster was still too into practicing pool on his own.

“Yo Y/N, can you bring some cold ones over?!” Hangman shouts over to the commander, causing her to roll her eyes.

She walks over, her aviators reflecting the low bar lighting.

“Heard the speech, Bagman, it’s pretty cool that you’re the president of my Fanclub now.” A sly smile appeared on the woman’s face, earning some ooohs from the other pilots.

“I like her already.” Phoenix spoke, admiring how the Kazansky child could put Hangman in his place. Y/N brought her aviators down here n the bridge of her nose and winked at Phoenix.

Everyone introduced themselves, shaking hands.

“Hey Bradley, you should meet her.” Phoenix said, finally gaining his attention.

“Meet who?” Bradley turned around, finally facing Y/N.

The two froze in their spots. So many different things ran through both of their heads, not expecting to see each other.

Bradley suddenly turned around and went back to pool, causing Y/N to roll her eyes under the aviators.

“Nice to see you too, dipshit.” Y/N snarled, loud enough for Bradley to hear.

As she turned away to leave, she could hear Phoenix trying to get information out of Bradley.

In very short order, she got into her car and drove back off to her home. She began to fully digest that Bradley still holds resentment towards her and that’s were Frost began to lose her cool.

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[hangmansgbaby]

Pucking Finally

A TGM Hockey AU | JAVY MACHADO X NATASHA TRACE | Prequel

Javy and Nat had been on again, off again since freshman year of college, ending on off again at the time of graduation. A year later, Nat is in desperate need of a date to her cousin’s wedding where everyone is convinced her and Javy have been together for the last year and a half, including her parents. Javy agrees to pretend so long as Nat tells them they broke up soon after. A weekend together though may just make them change their minds, but will they say something or just let the opportunity for something more serious pass them by?

Series Warnings: exs to lovers, she fell first but he fell harder, Nat's cousin is a bitch, two idiots in love (I think that's it? let me know if I missed anything)

Meet the Daggers | Playlist | Taglist | Puck Around | AO3

Prologue

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Epilogue

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[coyotesamachado]

you don't know how to keep your business clean

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace.

“Do you really have to go, daddy?” your voice drips with want that would usually bring him straight back to you.  

“I do, baby,” he says, his attention turning away from finding his trousers and back to you, exactly where you like it. “I’ve got to get back before she finishes work for the day.” 

It's not like he hasn’t made his excuses with her before, so you pout your lips and look up at him through your eyelashes.  

This is inspired by my absolute love for "Unholy" by Sam Smith and Kim Petras, with a twist. I wanted to find a way to write something for it and this is the result. Like 80% of this was written close to midnight because I couldn't get it out of my head.

Unbeta'd, any and all mistakes are my own but please still love me.

Hope you enjoy xx

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: sugar daddy and mommy, daddy kink, mommy kink, infidelity, dirty pictures, oral sex, masturbation, strap on penetrative sex, lingerie, allusions of a threesome, undisclosed age gap (it's definitely there just haven't said specifically).

Masterlist

You watch him carefully from your bed in the apartment he pays for. The sheets are strewn across the base of the bed, giving every indication of what just happened if someone were to walk in. But no one will, not without you knowing. This is your safe zone; Jake has made sure of it. You kneel, crawling across the bed toward him. 

“Do you really have to go, daddy?” your voice drips with want that would usually bring him straight back to you.  

“I do, baby,” he says, his attention turning away from finding his trousers and back to you, exactly where you like it. “I’ve got to get back before she finishes work for the day.” 

It's not like he hasn’t made his excuses with her before, so you pout your lips and look up at him through your eyelashes.  

He smirks, taking your chin in his hand and running his thumb over your lips, ruining your pout. 

“Not tonight baby, but daddy's got all next weekend free for you.” 

You huff out a sigh and pull yourself up tall on your knees. You pull him close by the open panels of his shirt before you begin to button him up. 

“I have a family thing next weekend,” you say, continuing to dress him, “I did tell you about it.” Your tone doesn’t convey your annoyance at his forgetfulness. Jake has a lot going on in his life, it’s not his job to remember when you’re available to him. It’s your job to remind him, your job to be available. But there are some things you can’t move around for him. 

“Fuck, she’s out of town too. I thought you could have come by the house.” 

It’s a tempting offer, Jake’s house is spectacular, the kind of place you’d expect of a man of his position and the wealth passed down to him by his parents. But you really don’t want to miss this weekend. You’d been looking forward to it for months.  

“Maybe next time?” you keep your tone hopeful, knowing that’s what he wants. He wants to fuck you in all the places he’s not been allowed to. He wants you in all the ways he’s not been allowed to have his wife. You’d give him all of it too. 

Once his pants have been located and his belt is done up, he looks over at you laid out on the bed, still devoid of clothes. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he says, kissing you deeply. It makes you think that maybe he would choose you over her, if you pressed him to decide between you. You’re not delusional, he might be with you now, paying for your apartment and your tuition but he put a ring on her finger. He would have given her his last name too if she would take it.  

You don’t want to be her though, you’re just the tiniest bit annoyed that she’s always the reason he’s leaving you. 

“Say hi to Natasha for me,” you sing, waving goodbye with your fingers. He scoffs in return, and you know you’re going to pay deliciously for that the next time you see him. 

- 

You’re standing in the blinding sun on rodeo drive, your dress flits around your thighs in the breeze as you wait for Natasha to finish her phone call. You long to call out to her, but you know he’s on the other end of the line. To occupy your time, you people watch. It isn’t a stretch to wonder who among the crowd are in a similar situation to you. You doubt all the young women who are hanging on to older men’s arms, are truly in love with them. 

You’re just grateful that you have Natasha. 

You don’t see her hang up and walk back to you. You don’t notice her until her hand slips in yours and she brings it up to press her lips to your palm. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” she asks. 

“Just wondering how many of them are like me,” you gesture to the swath of people lining the street. 

“None of them come even close to you,” she answers. You wonder if she’s ever said anything like that to him. You don’t dwell for long though because she’s soon tugging you around to face her, a smile so bright you want to melt. 

“Let’s get those thoughts out of your head. I’ve got a few things I want to buy for you.” 

Instead of answering, you kiss her passionately. It’s probably a little much considering you’re in the middle of the sidewalk. But you don’t care. Your red lipstick smudges, staining her mouth, it feels a little like a scarlet letter. 

When you pull apart, she intertwines your fingers and leads you down the street, knowing exactly where she wants to go. 

- 

You should feel guilty, sending him a picture of you in the lingerie that she bought you, but you had to keep his thoughts on you. Her fingers dance over you, performing a ballet on your skin, setting your nerve ending alight. You don’t care that you see your phone light up with his insistent calling and texting when she slips her tongue inside you. You don’t care that you’re leaving him to take care of himself while you bounce on her lap, her strap buried deep inside you. You don’t care that your name falls from his lips as he comes in his hand. Her name falls from yours as she holds you close, whispering sweet nothings about what a good girl you are for her. 

Instead, you let your phone run out of battery as you sink into a bath with her, back pressed up against her chest. 

“Where does Jake think you are?” you ask innocently. 

“Girl’s weekend away. I think he thinks I’m with Cali,” she laughs, and you feel it vibrating through her chest.  

- 

You sit on a dining chair placed in the middle of your living room, heeled feet crossed at the ankles, demurely. Just like Julie Andrews taught you. She did not teach you to do it scantily clad in lingerie, but here you are.  

Your calendar tells you that Jake’s working late, so you’re expecting Natasha to walk through the door any moment. They had both told you that separately, so you panic when you hear Jake’s footsteps through your hallway. 

“Baby! Daddy’s here,” he calls out to you. Your heels click on the hardwood floor as you dive for the sofa, grabbing the silk robe and wrapping it around you. You’re tying the bow when he walks in, and you give him a terse smile when you look up. 

“Jake…” you begin but he interrupts you. 

“I finished work early so I thought I’d come and surprise you. I missed you this weekend,” he walks to you cautiously, knowing that he's in the wrong but trying so hard to make it right. 

“We have rules in place for a reason, you can’t just drop by because you’re bored and finished work early.” You place your hands on your hips and glare at him. 

That’s when he gets a good look at you, and you watch the realization slowly fall across his features. You might have a robe on, but your make up is done and there’s no mistaking the length of your legs in heels. He swallows, knowing what’s normally all his, is currently not. 

“You’ve got someone else coming over.” He says flatly. 

“Jake, now’s not the time. I’ll call you tomorrow, make you breakfast, the omelet the way you like. We can talk then,” you touch his arm gently, speaking softly like he's a little animal you don’t want to frighten. 

“No! This is my house I want to meet him,” he demands. If you weren’t turned on in anticipation of what was to come with Natasha, you’re certainly turned on now. 

“Jake, it’s not...” 

The front door opens again, and you step away from him at the sound. 

“Darling, are you home?” She calls out, and you cringe as you tell her that you’re in the living room. 

Jake’s mouth drops open when Natasha walks in and freezes at the sight in front of her. Jake looks between the two of you. You’re not quite sure how to explain this. 

“What are you doing here?” Jake asks, breaking the silence in the room. 

“I could ask you the same thing Jacob, you’re supposed to be at work,” Natasha counters, her tone accusatory. They glare daggers at one another for a moment, and all you want is the floor to open and swallow you whole. They both turn their attention to you at the same time, and you might as well be completely naked, the way they’re both looking at you. It's intoxicating. 

You bite your lower lip, unsure on what to say or do. This was not a situation you had ever imagined happening. You look between the two of them and every second that ticks by feels like an hour. You see Jake’s pupils are blown wide, clearly turned on by the thoughts running through his mind. You look to Natasha, and you can’t read what’s going on in her mind. This is not something unusual with her, but you feel like you can’t ask her right now.  

You’re used to not having control when you’re with either of them, but with them standing in front of you, you think you’re going to have to take it. Jake is going to be easier to convince, or that’s what you tell yourself. You take slow steps toward Natasha, giving her the opportunity to walk away or tell you no.  

You stop when you’re in front of her, and swallow down your nerves. This is either going to end magnificently for all of you or go down completely in flames. You hope for the first, but you expect the latter. Nothing’s ever really simple in your life.  

You bring a hand up, cupping Natasha’s cheek, your thumb caressing the side of her jaw. She looks at you, a question clearly on the tip of her tongue, but you bring your lips to hers before she has a chance to ask it.  

You give her a moment to pull away before you tangle your other hand in her hair, pulling her flush against you. Your thumb presses at her jaw, tongue swiping over her bottom lip, begging her for permission. When she gives it to you, the kiss turns messy, mouths open, tongues dancing with one another. You almost forget that Jake is there until he moans, and you both pull away. A line of spit still connects you to Natasha as you turn to him. 

He’s palming himself through his trousers and you smirk. You press another kiss to Natasha’s lips, this one decidedly more chaste than the last, before wrapping a hand around her wrist and walking you both closer to her husband. You let go once you're standing in front of him. 

You turn back to look at Natasha once more, she gives you the slightest nod and you smile brightly at her. You swat Jake’s hand away, replacing it with your own. 

“Baby....” he whines, and you chance another look at Natasha to gauge her reaction, she’s closer than before, within your reach. She’s biting her kissed stained lips and you don’t want to look away. But Jake grips the back of your neck bringing your attention back to him. His kiss bruises your lips, like he’s trying to taste her on your tongue. You feel Natasha press up against your back, her hands skimming your silk lined arms. Jake may have paid for this apartment, but Natasha is the one who buys you the prettiest of things, whether it be clothes, shoes, handbags, lingerie, you name it, she’ll buy it. She doesn’t know what’s underneath that’s a part of the surprise, but she knows it’s something she’ll recognize. 

You press back into her, pulling away from Jake completely, your head rolling back to rest on her shoulder a moment. You stare into his eyes, dark with lust, but he’s looking completely at Natasha. You feel like you’re intruding for a moment because it’s like he’s seeing her for the first time. 

You step away, just to the side so you’re no longer in the middle of them. This time you’re the observer as they’re tongues dance, both fighting for dominance in a kiss. You would have already given it up, and maybe that’s why they’ve both needed you. You wonder how long it’s been since they’ve shared a kiss like this, and you feel heat spreading through your body watching them. You’ve not thought of yourself in a voyeuristic manner before, but right now, you can understand why some people like to watch.  

You begin to walk away, your fingers working to untie the knot at the front of your robe. You slip it down your arms and over toss it over your shoulder, back in their direction. It hits Jake’s arm, pulling them apart. You shouldn’t have interrupted them, but you’re a needy little thing. It’s something both of them told you often.  

“You coming?” you call back, glancing over your shoulder at them. You sway your hips purposefully as you saunter toward your bedroom. You don’t have to wait long until you hear their footsteps following along behind you.  

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Ch. 7: Your Story

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my own imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, so please do not copy it and claim it as your own. As always, I hope it gives you happy thoughts :)

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace stood looking at you with her arms crossed. You looked at Phoenix and Jake stood next to you.

"I'm not thrilled, and I think you could do way better," Phoenix chastised you as she looked at you and then Jake.

Jake smirked. "Nothing's better than this," he confidently stated.

Phoenix rolled her eyes, and you playfully smack his arm.

Phoenix points her finger at him. "And if your hurt her, you'll have me to deal with." She turns back to you. "Have you told him?"

"That was next," you reply with a grimace and then you both look at Jake.

"Well, now I'm beyond curious."

"Does the name Christian Astor ring a bell?" Phoenix questioned.

Jake thought a bit and then it hit him. "Wealthy guy who joined the Army and became a kick ass Apache helicopter pilot. Got killed in Iraq a few years ago. Left everything to his wife and his rich parents didn't like that, so the parents have been trying to take everything from her because he was an only child. I believe she's a Doctor of Wildlife Veterinary Medicine. I've read a few articles about her and her work. She's pretty bad ass."

"Oh, she's pretty bad ass," Phoenix confidently states as she slowly walks away.

You put your hand out to Jake. "Doctor Y/F/N Astor. And it's my mother-in-law who's trying to take everything from me. Nice to meet you."

Jake was speechless.

Later, you all sat at the kitchen island in Phoenix's apartment. Phoenix and Jake were drinking beers and you drank water.

"Well, we'll get through this," Jake acknowledged confidently. "I've never backed down from a challenge."

Phoenix raised an eyebrow and nodded. "I can't disagree there."

"Jake. I can't ask you to go through this with me," you confess. "It's not fair to you."

"Darlin. I'll let you know what's fair to me or not," he confidently winked.

"Then you need to know one more thing before you make your final decision."

"Give it to me."

"I have a son."

The second time in one day, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin was speechless.

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hello again! I was the anon who asked if you were taking requests for Phoenix 💞 lord knows I've spent too much time on the #natasha trace x reader tag HAHSAHAJS tumblr needs more nat content (I'm pleading on my knees 🧎🏻‍♀️)

I was thinking about Nat having a girlfriend but struggling to come out to her friends. She has been dating reader for long enough that they've moved in together and has yet to mention to them that the reason she's been leaving the hard deck earlier than usual is because she has a girlfriend at home.

She thinks nobody suspects a thing but bob found out somehow (it's up to you) and asked her directly. She gives up the facade and tells him everything and they have a long talk about her struggles with her sexuality and her fear of coming out to her friends and actually showing off her gf. That night, she talks to her gf too and decides she's going to finally introduce reader to the dagger squad.

I would looooove to see their reactions on this, bc in my head, everyone must've thought she was into guys like hangman or whatever and she's shows up with this pretty girl by her side. They're already planning on who's gonna get her number first and nat just "uh.. guys this is my girlfriend😄"

Just super fluffy and kinda angsty too? Maybe throw in some smut if you feel like it 👀💞 It's totally up to you!!!

mwah!💋

- Syd

syd !!! thank you so much for sending this in, I absolutely loved this idea and I hope I did it justice!

The Hard Deck wasn’t as crowded as it usually was and Phoenix was grateful for the breathing room as she sipped her beer at the bar and checked her phone, letting you know she’d be leaving soon… Friday night was always bar night for the squad, a way to relax and unwind heading into the weekend after a long week of training and she really loved it… it was always fun getting to spend time with them, the squad had turned into its own little family but that didn’t stop her from always being the first to leave to get home to you as quickly as she could. 

No one knew about you yet… she’d wanted to tell the team for weeks now but every time she thought she worked up the nerve she backed out at the last minute, anxiety overruling and shutting it down before she could even get the words out. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice Bob slide into the seat next to her until he was tapping her shoulder and pulling her focus back to the present.

“Hey Nat, can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked softly as she nodded, turning to give him her full attention. “Why haven’t you told anyone you have a girlfriend?” he whispered and her eyes widened at the question… she’d been thinking he might want to talk about the training exercise today, she’d made a decision in the air he didn’t agree with and it was normal for them to talk it out afterwards but this felt like Bob had dropped a bomb on her.

“What do you… how did you know?” she asked and he gave her a soft smile.

“Overheard you on the phone at lunch,” he replied and she thought back to the conversation she’d had with you… she’d laughed while you filled her in on some of your coworker’s antics and told you what time she’d be home before calling you her sweet girl and telling you how much she loved you. She’d thought she was alone in the locker room, otherwise she wouldn’t have let that slip. 

“Oh… uh, just haven’t felt ready to, I guess.” she answered and Bob nodded, giving her the space to continue when she gathered her thoughts. “I’ve gotten mixed reactions from other squads in the past and… I don’t know, we’ve just got a good thing going here and I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Why do you think you would ruin it?” he asked, genuinely interested in the answer and she sighed.

“It’s not easy… being a woman in the Navy, let alone being a gay woman in the Navy. We’ve never talked about that kind of stuff before, I don’t really know what everyone’s views on that are. My parents struggled with it when I came out to them and it’s been an issue in the past at my other stations and I guess I just didn’t want to deal with the fallout again,” she shrugged. 

“If it helps, I really don’t think anyone here would have a problem with it,” he said, and she lifted her attention from her glass to look at him questioningly. “I know we’ve never talked about it but… I can’t see anyone on the squad treating you differently because of it. I think they might be a little shocked, but that’s mainly because of how you banter with Hangman, everyone kind of thinks you two might be a thing on the down low-”

“Wait, what?” She cut him off and his eyes widened.

“You guys just have this like… thing, you’re very competitive and playfully mean to each other, I guess some of the squad just assumed it was because you were a thing,” he explained and she chuckled as she shook her head. “But once they get over the shock of being wrong, I think they’d be happy for you.”

“I just don’t know what I’d do if it doesn’t go that way. I’ve tried to get to a place where I don’t care if people aren’t accepting but… I’m just not there yet,” she sighed.

“I understand… I mean, as well as I can understand. It can’t be easy but you shouldn’t have to hide who you are, and I can at least speak for myself when I say I’m really happy for you… but I really think they’d like to meet her, they’re probably going to figure it out anyways because they all want to know what has you slipping out early every night. Whatever you decide, I’m in your corner… if you don’t want to, your secret’s safe with me,” he said, giving her a soft smile and a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder before he rejoined the group to leave her alone with her thoughts. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to introduce you to them, she really did… she’d told you everything she knew about each of them and you’d expressed your interest in tagging along one night but were understanding when she said she wasn’t ready for that yet.

If she had it her way she’d be screaming from the rooftops how in love with you she was… she’d invite the squad over so they could try your amazing cooking, and you’d be by her side every Friday night but there was truly no way to know how everyone else would feel until she came clean, and that idea absolutely terrified her.

“Hey honey, I’m home!” Phoenix called out as you heard her keys rattle against the dish on the entryway table and you padded down the hallway to greet her with a warm smile.

“Hey Nat, how was work today?” you asked, giving her a sweet peck on her lips before watching her pull her boots off and you immediately noticed the slump in her shoulders. “Are you okay?”

She nodded and gave you a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes as she grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the couch, “Bob found out about us.”

“Yeah? What’d he say?” you asked as the two of you sat beside each other and you instantly pulled her legs over your lap. 

“He was really supportive, he said I should tell everyone else,” she sighed.

“How do you feel about that? Are you ready?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know… once I open that can of worms it’s not like I can stuff it back in,” she said and you nodded, your thumb rubbing reassuring circles against her uniform-clad thigh. “It’s not that I don’t want to… I don’t want you to think for a minute it’s because I want to hide you, I just don’t want it to blow up in my face.”

“I never thought that sweetheart,” you said with a reassuring smile. “I know it’s hard, and I know you’ve been burned before in previous squads but you speak so highly of them… from what I’ve heard they all sound like really great people and I think it would be good to finally clue them in,” you said. “You know I’m okay either way, it’s at your pace, Nat… but this has been stressing you out ever since you got permanently stationed here, and they are probably going to find out sooner or later… I think you might feel better if you get to control the conversation instead of more people piecing it together like Bob did.” She knew you were right… you always were, it really was only a matter of time. Sure, Bob was the most observant of everyone else so she couldn’t be surprised he was the first one to piece it together but it’s not like her squad was stupid. “It’s up to you, but I think you should get it over with. Just rip off the bandaid and whatever happens we’ll deal with it together just like we always do.”

She gave you a soft smile, the first real one of the evening as she looked at you with nothing but love in her eyes, “what do you think about meeting me at The Hard Deck after work next week?”

“I think that’s a really great idea,” you answered, leaning in to press your lips to hers. 

“I really love you, you know that?” she asked and you nodded with a chuckle.

“I know, I love you too.” 

The entire week leading up to their usual hangout at the bar had Phoenix on edge… logically she knew you and Bob were right, but she just couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled deep in her bones as the day creeped closer and closer. She didn’t want to call it off (though she’d thought about it a dozen times), she had to stick with it and follow through otherwise she never would and as she stood around the pool table with the rest of the boys she honestly felt like she might throw up.

“You good, Nix?” Hangman asked, looking her over curiously, “worried I’m going to kick your ass again?” He gestured over to the pool table and she just rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know what you mean by again, you’ve never beaten me,” she replied and he scoffed. “Revisionist history, I see how it is,” he teased and when the bar door swung open she whipped her head around to see you walking in looking as beautiful as ever… you were wearing her favorite dress of yours, a simple little wrap dress that really brought out your eyes and she couldn’t help the smile that overtook her face but no one around her could notice as they all stared at you too. 

“Damn, she is gorgeous,” Rooster said, eyes tracking you as you scanned the bar and Hangman just shoved his shoulder.

“In your dreams, Chicken, watch how the professionals do it,” he said, straightening his posture as he started to move towards you but he stopped in his tracks when recognition flashed over your face and watched as you walked directly towards their group. You gave her a bright smile, not standing too close and waiting to see how she wanted to proceed… you didn’t want to toss her into the deep end by planting a kiss on those lips you loved so much (despite how you really wanted to) and you watched as she laughed nervously, grabbing your hand as she introduced you.

“This is my girlfriend,” she said, squeezing your hand and waiting for everyone’s reaction and you watched the variety of emotions that passed over their faces before they all seemed to put the pieces together in their heads and soon they were giving you big smiles and extending their hands as they told you their callsigns. 

“Well, I see why she’s been hiding you away… you are beautiful,” Bob said with a genuine smile and you chuckled as you shook his hand. 

“How long have you two been together?” Rooster asked and Phoenix shifted her weight nervously.

“A few years,” she answered and you bit back a smile at their shocked expressions.

“Years? Nix, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Hangman asked, and you thought the concern in his voice was out of character for him… well, as much as you knew about his character from what she had told you. 

“I uh.. Well, I didn’t know how you guys would react,” she said honestly with a shrug and you saw the understanding pass over their features.

“Phoenix…” Rooster said, giving her a sad look before wrapping an arm around her. “I’m sorry if anyone ever gave you the impression you couldn’t tell us,” he said and she shook her head.

“No one did… it’s just, not necessarily a well-recepted thing in the Navy even though times are changing.” she replied.

“Well I speak for everyone when I say the squad just gained its newest member… and if anyone has a problem with that I will not-so-kindly throw you overboard,” Hangman said as he slung an arm over your shoulders. “You and I have much to catch up on, I want all the details,” he said and you chuckled as you walked down to the bar with him. You knew Phoenix would have nothing to worry about, you could tell from your after-work conversations she immensely respected all of them (even Hangman) and after meeting them you honestly felt like she might have been selling them short all this time. The way they welcomed you with open arms had your chest feeling warm and you could just tell it was all genuine as Hangman started talking your ear off and ordering you a beer.

You’d been passed around from person to person all night, barely getting a moment alone with your girlfriend but that was fine with you… you knew the novelty of a new person hanging around would wear off and they were all just excited to get to know you. 

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” you asked when Fanboy finally relinquished you from the very intense discussion you’d both had about Star Wars. You wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into you, smiling softly as she melted against you.

“Good. So good, you were right… I should have gotten this over with sooner. I love seeing you with them,” she said and you pressed a kiss to her lips. 

“And I love getting to know them. It doesn’t matter if I was right, you needed to do this when you were ready to,” you said and she just beamed at you before pulling you back in and kissing you passionately… earning some whistles and cheers from her friends and making your cheeks burn.

“I love you so damn much, you know that?” she asked and you nodded as you giggled.

“Yeah, I know. I love you too,” you said, pecking her lips once more before dragging her over to the dartboard where Hangman had all but promised to take it easy on you (you didn’t believe him one bit). Phoenix had found her family, and you were so grateful to now be a part of that.

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Let Your Senses Guide You || Whumptober Day 3 - N. Trace

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Synopsis: Natasha thinks she has everything under control after the bird strike, but you think she's heading towards a break down.

word count: 2.9k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: Overstimulation

warnings: bird strike, panic attack, mentions of character death, anger, grief, mentions of injury

You knew what you were getting into when you started dating the lovely and strong Natasha “Phoenix” Trace. She was a fierce woman, with a passion for flying, something the two of you both shared. You loved that look in her eye that she got when she would walk out onto the flight deck and see her most prized possession. You loved the sound of her voice when she was calling commands or giving shit right back to Hangman. Natasha was born to fly, and you loved that you got a front-row ticket to watch her day after day. 

But, you also knew all of the risks that come with being one of the best the Navy has to offer. Hell, you knew it probably better than anyone. You were a mere months old when your father, Nick Bradshaw, had met his untimely end doing the one thing that he loved more than being a father to you and Bradley. 

You liked to pretend that the death of Nick Bradshaw didn’t bother you. You didn’t even know the man who your brother looked so much alike. You only had the stories that Bradley, your mother, and Maverick had told you. You told yourself that you couldn’t be sad over his death, or even fear that the same fate could happen to Bradley or anyone else you loved. 

 But you were scared that the same tragic accident could happen to Bradley or anyone else you loved. 

This was why when you heard Natasha’s panicked voice come over the radio, your heart stopped in your chest. Your vision started to blacken as you stared at the clunky radio sitting on the bar top in the rec room. Your hands began to sweat and feel clammy as Bob called out that they were losing altitude. You felt your knees go weak and your stomach started to turn. 

“Eject Phoenix! You can’t save it!” 

“Fuck! Okay! Eject! Eject! Eject!”

Then, the radio went silent. 

Bradley looked over his shoulder at you, the look of fear quickly placed with concern as he saw your internal panic. He swiftly paced over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder, that seemed to pull you from the darkest thoughts swirling in your mind. You hadn’t spared him a glance when you shoved past him and ran out to the flight deck, watching as emergency crews were starting to arrive. Maverick’s jet was quick to land and the older pilot was barking orders to the emergency crews about where to go, how far out they were, and that he had only seen one parachute. 

You had waited for agonizing hours in the rec room with Rooster. Since neither of you was related to Bob and Phoenix, you were both told you could wait for news in the rec room. Rooster was a ball of anxiety as his knee bounced relentlessly, while you were silent staring out at the setting sun. The moment Maverick had walked in and said they were going to be alright, you didn’t wait a second longer in the room, getting to Phoenix at the hospital as quickly as you could. You were lucky that Maverick had already pulled some strings and made some calls, so the nurses could let you in. 

“Natasha,” You breathed out, the moment your feet came to the threshold of her room. She looked up at you, a small smile gracing her face. 

“It’s Bachelor night, and they won’t let me watch TV,” A small sob left your lips as you ran to her, nearly collapsing in her lap, “Hey, shh, it’s alright, I’m alright,” Natasha cooed, running her hand over your back. Your hair was still pulled back in a tight bun and you were still in your flight suit. 

You shook your head, sitting back on her bed, “I have never been so scared in my life,” You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, “Please, don’t leave me. Not like that. Not like how my. . . Just not like that.” 

Natasha sat up in her hospital bed, a small wince leaving her lips as she grabbed your hand, “I will never ever leave you. I may not always agree with you, or remember when your cat’s birthday is, but I will never leave you. You got that? You’re stuck with me, Bradshaw.” 

You nodded your head. Phoenix smiled, sitting back in her bed and holding her arms out. You didn’t hesitate and collapsed right in her warm embrace, your head resting on her chest, listening to the steady sound of her heartbeat. 

“Shouldn’t I be the one holding-” 

“Shh,” Natasha giggled, running her hand up and down your back. 

That night, as you slept soundly in your lover’s arms, Natasha was plagued with the images of making you a widow. The sound of your sobs, the image of Bradley having to hold you up while Bob presented you with a flag that was draped over a dark mahogany coffin, and a large picture of Natasha standing in the corner. It was the worst feeling in the world, even if it was only a nightmare. Sometimes, dreams come true. 

— — — 

It only took three days for Natasha to be cleared and get back up in the air. Natasha had some bruises and small burns from the ejection. Bob, on the other hand, couldn’t come back until next week, dealing with a minor concussion and sprained wrist. Natasha didn’t want to get in the air without Bob, but she also knew how important it was that training for the mission still be carried out. She already felt days behind everyone else on training, and they hadn’t learned anything new. 

“You ready for today?” You asked, looking over to the other side of the sink. Natasha wasn’t normally a morning person, so her silence didn’t normally offend you, but today, it sent a small shiver down your spine. 

“As I’ll ever be,” Natasha said as she slicked back her brown hair. 

Natasha’s body might’ve healed in the past three days, but you could tell her mind had not. The dream she had the first night in the hospital had plagued her for the past three nights. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was your tear-stained face as you were handed a folded flag and a copy of her dog tags. 

You had opened up to Natasha about how hard it was for your mom after your dad died. How depressed Carole had become to the point where every year on Goose’s anniversary, she would crawl into bed and spend the whole day clutching one of his Hawaiian shirts. Natasha hated that her mind kept showing her images of your dull, lifeless eyes clutching onto one of her shirts and laying motionless in bed. 

“Nat,” You sighed, putting your hairbrush down, “You don’t need to” 

“If I don’t go then that could take me out of the running to go on this mission. And over my dead body will I let you go fly with Hangman,” Natasha spat, angrily throwing her hair items into her toiletry bag. The other dream Natasha was having was if it had been you who didn’t eject in time from the jet. If it had been your coffin and your funeral and Natasha having to be held up by your brother. It was torture either way. 

You nodded your head, knowing the history that was between Phoenix and Hangman, and why she didn’t want to be up in the sky with him. Instead, you followed her lead, packing up your hair items and getting dressed in your flight suit. Natasha was already waiting by the door with her duffle bag, lunch box, and travel mug in her hand. You avoided looking at her as you grabbed your things and walked out behind her. 

The first thing you had on the docket was a hop with your brother. You were happy to be in the sky, Maverick had you grounded for the past three days, keeping a close eye on you. Bradley had expressed some concern for you, worried that you might be scared to go back up in the sky after Phoenix’s accident. But you’re a Bradshaw, flying is in your blood. The only way you were going to feel better was by being in the air. 

You had stopped briefly in the classroom, setting down your coffee mug and notebook, before going and getting suited up for your flight. You had barely said anything to Natasha, watching as she sat in her usual spot in the front row, the seat next to her vacant. You knew that she would be watching on the screen as you and Rooster attempted to complete the course. So far, the two of you have been the only ones to complete the course and keep your wingman alive. Now, Maverick had put the two of you together to see if you could complete it. 

“You ready for this?” Rooster asked as you walked towards your planes. 

You nodded your head, “Yep. You know me, I’m no good in a classroom. Got the need for speed.” 

Rooster shook his head, “How’s Nat?” 

Your smile faltered as you stood in front of your F/A-18, “Getting there. I think the birdstrike shook her up more than she let on. She hasn’t really talked about it.” 

You had tried to get Natasha to talk to you about it. You knew that she was having nightmares at night, you could feel her moving and trashing beside you and waking up with a jolt. But anytime you ask her, she denies it. She tells you that she’s fine, and she’s just restless to get back up in the sky. However, her brown eyes, the ones that you loved so much told a different story. They told a story of fear, of anxiety. 

But you couldn’t worry about Natasha. Not when you had the weight of this mission on your shoulders as you waited for the signal for you to take off. You hadn’t ever flown a mission with your brother before. Sure, the two of you had been stationed on the same carrier, but never did you two take the air at the same time. When you learned the risks of this mission and knew that either one of you would be chosen to fly it, a certain weight settled in the pits of your stomachs. Neither one of you could fathom losing the other, after losing both of your parents. Rooster had become the one constant in your life. Every time you took to the air, you flew as if it was the real thing. As if one of you might not come home. 

— — — 

“Why is she dead?” Maverick’s voice cut through the silence. You sat next to your brother, head hung in defeat. The hop had almost gone perfect, almost. . . but Rooster had decreased his speed, making so you had to pull up to avoid hitting him at the last moment, and you had set off the SAMs. 

“He made it to the target,” You justified. 

“Not good enough,” Maverick shook his head, “Yes, he made it to the target, but he caused you to get hit by a SAM. That’s not the goal of this.” 

You licked your lips, “Rooster is one of the only people to make it to the target. Yes, I had to pull up and go above the Hard Deck and set off the SAMs, but he still made it to the-” 

“That’s not the point of the mission!” Phoenix cut you off. You couldn’t see her face as she was sitting in front of you, but you furrowed your brows confused by her outburst. She never spoke out like that, not even when Maverick had grilled her about why she had “killed” Bob. Phoenix was always the pilot one, nodding and taking notes on how she could do better. 

You looked up at Maverick, concern in your eyes. He sighed, “I agree with Phoenix. That’s not the point of the mission. Rooster made it to the target but it cost your life. . . that’s not how this mission gets completed.” 

You clenched your jaw and looked out the window of the classroom. You listened as Maverick called up Phoenix, Fanboy, and Coyote to go for their hop. Phoenix walked by you, not saying a single word or even bothering to look at you. You shook your head, standing up and following after her. 

“Nix!” You shouted, making the female pilot stop in her tracks. She slowly turned to you, her face stoic, “What was that in there? Are you okay?” 

Phoenix looked you in the eye, blinking a couple of times. She clenched her jaw and looked down at her boots, “I’m fine. The goal of the mission is to get to the target, destroy it and everyone comes home,” She looked back up at you, her eyes hard, “If you have some sort of death wish, maybe you shouldn’t go.”

You scoffed as Phoenix brushed past you, making sure to bump your shoulder with hers. You watched her frame retreat down the hallway and out towards the flight deck. With a sigh, you turned on your heels and headed back to the classroom. Rooster shot you a look of concern as you sat back down, but you just shook your head. 

It wasn’t long before the trio’s location beacons were turned on, and two digital fighter jets showed up on the map in the front of the classroom. They were sitting on the flight deck, waiting for the all-clear to go take to the sky. Rueben’s voice filled the classroom as he called to the tower for clearance. You waited with bated breath to hear Natasha’s commanding voice, but you were met with silence. 

“Lieutenant Trace?” The tower called, “Lieutenant Trace, the sky is clear.” 

Phoenix couldn’t feel anything. The only thing she knew was that she was breathing. She could feel her lungs compressing and inflating with every inhale and exhale. Her vision was blurry as she looked down at the dash of the new multi-million dollar jet that the Navy had given her. It made her head spin on how quickly they had just given her another jet after she crashed the last one. Her helmet and flight gear felt exponentially heavy as she sat frozen. 

“Phoenix, the sky is yours. You’re good for take off,” The tower said to her over comms. 

“No, I’m not,” Phoenix whispered. She wasn’t sure what set her off, what put her into this panic. Maybe it was watching as an animated SAM hit her girlfriend’s animated cockpit on the map. Maybe it was the way you had justified being hit because Rooster made it to the target on time. Maybe it was the fact she was just not ready yet but felt like she had to be. 

“Phoenix! We need to go!” Coyote called over comms, but the girl shook her head. 

“Get me out,” Phoenix mumbled, her hands fiddling with the belt holding her in place, “Get me out! Get me out!” She pounded on the top of her canopy. Her breaths became frantic as she pressed the button for the canopy to open. It felt like the oxygen had been ripped from her lungs. Her helmet felt heavy as if it could snap her neck. 

Phoenix wasn’t sure what happened next, but she felt the canopy of her jet open, and fresh air come rushing into her lungs. She felt someone’s hands touching her, helping her out of her safety belt, and gently out of the jet. Her vision was still blurry, as her feet hit solid ground and her knees gave way. Phoenix shut her eyes tightly, expecting her knees to hit the hard concrete, but instead, she was gently led to the ground. 

“Look at me, Nat,” A calm, familiar voice called out to her. She could feel dainty, yet calloused hands on her face, thumbs brushing away the tears she didn’t know were falling, “Breathe with me, okay?” Natasha nodded her head, “Ready, inhale,” Natasha took a deep breath, feeling her lungs fill with air, “Exhale, slow,” Natasha did as she was told, her heart rate starting to slow.

Slowly, Natasha became aware of where she was. She looked down at the black tar of the tarmac. Her flight suit suddenly felt tighter than normal as she looked around, noticing the other officers and aviators staring at her. Her brown eyes then trailed to the owner of the hands on her face. Your eyes were glassy with tears as Natasha grabbed your wrists, running her thumbs on the inside. Natasha’s bottom lip wobbled, as a sob threatened to escape her lips. You quickly pulled her into a hug, resting her head on your chest. 

“It’s alright,” You looked up at the sky, blinking back tears, “It’s okay.” 

“I’m not ready to fly,” Natasha sobbed, “I-I just can’t do it. Every time I just think o-of what happened. I-I almost killed some-” 

“No,” You pulled back from her, holding her face in your hands again, “It was an accident. You didn’t almost kill Bob. You did what you were trained to do, and that was to try and recover. If anything, you saved Bob’s life with your quick thinking.” 

Natasha nodded, “I don’t like feeling like this.” 

“No one does, baby,” You smiled sadly, pushing a stray hair behind her ear, “It’s what makes us human.”

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𝙓-𝙈𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨-DAGGER EDITION

{All Daggers+Iceman, Maverick, Goose and Slider included}

𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘆 "𝗥𝗼𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿" 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘄- 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁/𝗪𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘊𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺."

𝗝𝗮𝗸𝗲 "𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗺𝗮𝗻" 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗻-𝗦𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀/𝗖𝘆𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗽𝘀

"𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥… 𝘟-𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘔𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘴… 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱… 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺."

𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮 "𝗣𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅" 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲- 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝘆

"𝘖𝘩, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭."

𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁 "𝗕𝗼𝗯" 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝘆𝗱-𝗕𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲/𝗜𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻

"𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥?"

𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆 "𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘆" 𝗚𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗮- 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿/𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗿

"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘣𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯… 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵."

𝗥𝘂𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗻 "𝗣𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸" 𝗙𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵-𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗠𝗰𝗖𝗼𝘆/𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁

"𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯."

𝗝𝗮𝘃𝘆 "𝗖𝗼𝘆𝗼𝘁𝗲" 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼- 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 ||| /𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹

"𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳… 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳… 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯… 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 -- 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 -- 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵."

𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲 "𝗠𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸" 𝗠𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹- 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗫𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗲𝗿/𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗫

"𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘯 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘴𝘦 𝘖𝘳 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘴 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨."

𝗧𝗼𝗺 "𝗜𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻" 𝗞𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗸𝘆- 𝗘𝗿𝗶𝗸 𝗟𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗿/𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗼

"𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐𝘵 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥."

𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗸 "𝗚𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲" 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘄-𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗳𝗳/𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿

"𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰."

𝗥𝗼𝗻 "𝗦𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿" 𝗞𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿- 𝗩𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱/𝗦𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗵

"𝘚𝘰'𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘦 -- 𝘪𝘴 𝘵'𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦!"

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SO after my crappy week im gifting you all this gift! This was fun and kind of hard but what do you all think! HOW ABOUT A POSSIBLE PART 2 @icezansky told you not to give me ideas 🤭

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A Quiet Place- DAGGER EDITION

SUMMERY: If they hear you, they hunt you. The world we once knew full of sound is gone, and silence is the key to survival, if you wanna avoid mysterious creatures that hunt by sound. Knowing that even the slightest whisper or footstep can bring death.

Dagger Squad X Various Original Female Characters ( Basically each story involves one of the dagger's with an original character, each set in the world of A Quiet Place)

Contents Involve: Post Apocalyptic, Angst, Use of ASL, Fluff, Death/Mention of death, implied smut, pregnancie for one story, mention's child death, blood

MASTERLIST

ᴀ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʏᴇʟʟ- Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

𝙑𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚- Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Way Out There- Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia 𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝘿𝙖𝙬𝙣 - Robert "Bob" Floyd

MOODBOARDS

A Whisper Not A Yell - Moodboard

Vanishing Grace- Moodboard

Way Out There - Moodboard

Waiting till Dawn- Moodboard

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G'S SLUMBER PARTY

welcome welcome welcome:)

you can pick from any of the following prompts lists or come up with your own!

smut prompts

fluff prompts

angst promps

OC asks

you can also send in ideas for:

moodboards

playlists

or simply slide into my asks to chat!

who to request?:

all characters, my OCs, and slash pairings :)

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Pain Makes You Stronger || Whumptober Day 22 - N. Trace

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synopsis: Natasha deals with the aftermath of the situation with Captain Underwood. She thought that the Navy would have her back, but she was met with a rude awakening.

word count: 600

@ailesswhumptober prompt: punishment

warnings: sexual assault, sexual harassment, victim blaming, retaliation, the military failing to protects its own people

“If you stay still, it’ll hurt less.” 

Those words had bounced around in Natasha’s head since they slipped from Grim’s mouth. The look on her face was one of utter fear and shock. Natasha felt sick to her stomach, as she watched the tears fall from Grim’s eyes and the sickening understanding that they had were victims in a sick situation. 

Natasha’s brain was running a mile a minute as she sat in the victim advocate’s office. As soon as she had said something about Captain Underwood, Jake had marched her down to the VA’s office to file a report. She waited to tell him to take Grim instead, having a feeling that whatever was going on with Grim was worse than what she went through. But instead, Natasha sat in the uncomfortable chairs, waiting for the VA, Captain Sanders, to come in. 

“Have you talked to Grim?” Natasha asked Jake quietly. Maverick had her placed on mental health leave, it was one of the only things he could do to keep her safe from Captain Underwood. 

“No,” He shook his head and shifted in his seat. 

Jake had been beating himself up ever since he blew up on her. He wanted to reach out and apologize but he didn’t know how. He was so angry that something like this was going on right under his nose. He prided himself on being able to take care of his team, taking care of his wingmen. He knew something was going on with Grim, but he never knew that it was something so vile and awful. Jake had little sisters and it made his blood boil thinking of someone hurting them. 

“Do you think she’ll come back?” 

Jake shrugged, “I don’t know. . . guess we’ll find out.” He sat up a bit straighter as the door opened and Captain Sanders walked in. 

“Lieutenant Commanders,” She nodded towards them before sitting down in her chair, “The investigation into your report has been completed. . . . and the board has found Captain Underwood not guilty of the accusations against him.” 

Natasha felt like her heart had stopped in her chest. The words the Captain Sanders continued to speak went in one ear and out the other. The only thing Natasha could hear was the disgusting voice of Captain Underwood and the feel of his lips on hers. A burning sensation crawled up her throat as tears prickled her eyes. 

“So he just gets away with it,” Jake scoffs, “He gets away with abusing and assaulting-” 

“We have no actual proof that he assaulted anyone,” Captain Sanders shrugged. 

Jake clenched his jaw and looked away from the woman across from him. He had no words to say. He didn’t even know how to fight this. How could he? Natasha hadn’t said anything about Grim, deciding it wasn’t her story to tell, and Jake agreed. It was Grim’s story to tell, and she decided not to for a reason. Natasha was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, she should’ve kept quiet as well. 

“So what do I do?” Natasha asks, “Go back to work and have to look at him every single day?” 

Captain Sanders sighed sadly, “He’s been given strict instruction not to speak to you or be near you. That’s the best we could do.” 

“The best you could do is get rid of an abuse-” 

“Jake,” Natasha said, shaking her head. The fight was useless. There was nothing that neither one of them could do. Natasha swallowed and looked down at her hands, “So this is my punishment? This is what I get for wanting to protect not only myself but any other woman who walks through those doors. I get it, we are supposed to protect the country. . . but who protects us?”

Captain Sanders gave her a sad smile, “Sometimes. . . it’s better to just let these things go.”

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