#natasha 'phoenix' trace

[moonlight-prose]

✧ THE FOUNTAIN OF YOU ✧

a/n: i am not responsible for how filthy this fic. it just kept getting dirtier the longer i typed and now it's just porn very little plot. this is my first ever phoenix fic! i've had one in my wips for months now, but never actually felt great enough to complete it. so now that this is out and posted, i might actually go back and look at the old wip. for now i hope y'all enjoy!

day fourteen - nipple play + scissoring | kinktober 2023

summary: "somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. the missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart."

word count: 2.2k+

pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, nipple play, scissoring, cumplay sort of, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, dom!phoenix.

“Tell me what you like and I’ll do it to you.”

Words spoken against your ear in the midst of chaos. You came to the bar in the hopes of having a drink to dispel the day of all its stress. A small moment to yourself before you went home to an empty apartment and an even emptier bedroom. The interaction hadn’t started out as anything at first. You ran into her—literally—as you were trying to squeeze through the crowd to find a seat. And she led you to a stool before depositing a beer in front of you with a wink.

That was that. You watched her walk away to join a group of people wearing the exact same uniform as her.

Until it was her turn to find something to drink, and she found herself leaning against the bar, talking to you. The hand nearest to your body found itself curled around your hip to keep you close as someone shoved behind you. Her face tilted close in order for you to hear her better over the noise.

And that’s when she said it. The words that practically burned a hole in your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.

Not a minute passed before you were dragging her in by the collar and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. All in the hopes that you weren’t reading this situation wrong. She had smiled, cupped the nape of your neck, and tugged you back in. Her tongue sliding along your bottom lip with enough eagerness to have your body melting against hers. Your soft moan being swallowed and traded in for a happy hum.

Twenty minutes later you found yourself in the passenger seat of her car, a hand between your thighs—shoving up the skirt you wore for work.

“Fuck you’re wet,” she murmured, fingers sliding between your folds and gathering the sticky wetness that practically drenched the seat of her car. A grin formed on her lips, eyes darkening by the second.

“F-Fuck—”

“You like that baby?” She sunk a finger into you, pulling a soft moan from your lips, your body shifting to give her better access.

Nodding, you did what you could to make the angle easier for her, aching to feel another finger slip into you. But Phoenix was a master at patience. You had yet to find that out, only grasping at what she’d told you in the bar. Small pieces of her life and the job she led when she wasn’t taking the time to enjoy her life. Although from what you gathered she could barely enjoy it, only given a certain amount of time before she was called back again.

She curled another finger into you, a smile blooming on her face when you keened, head falling back into the seat and eyes fluttering shut. The top of your shirt was unbuttoned, bra pushed away, and as she rolled to a stop in the middle of a desolate street, she leaned over. Taking your nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. The squelch of her fingers pumping into you echoed in the small space of her car, but that only made everything build so much more.

You could feel the sensation you normally had to fight for. The sparks that ran down your spine, curling low in your stomach, and suddenly you found yourself right there. On the edge of cumming all over her hand.

Grasping onto her neck, you kept her mouth to your breast, a high whine ripping from your throat. Your hips bucked into her hand, clit catching on the edge of her palm. It was too much. Nearly overwhelming you as she continued to work you over the edge, rising quickly to capture your mouth in a debauched kiss as you broke. It rolled through you like a fucking tidal wave. Nearly sending you crashing into her body. A cry bounced off the car’s interior, body trembling when she continued to stimulate you.

Yet her kiss was different. Soft and inviting. As if she was placing a promise there on your smeared lipstick—something that told you she wasn’t done with you yet.

“We’re almost there,” she breathed against your lips, sliding her fingers out of you and pulling out a soft whine. “You wanna be a good girl for me and just sit here looking pretty?”

You nodded, eyes wide and lips parted as she placed her fingers in her mouth, moaning at the taste. The cool air felt strange against your exposed cunt; eliciting a feeling you’d never experienced before. You liked this. Being bare for her to see, but also whoever might catch a quick view in a passing car. It made you feel wanted, as if you were finally desired in a way no one had made you feel before.

Phoenix caught the sheepish look on your face, eyes glimmering with desire. The grin spread across her face again, eyes tracing down the curve of your breasts as they hung against your body. The shiny slick that was smeared on the inside of your thigh—continuing to leak steadily on the seat of her car.

“Look at you sweetie.” She pressed a hand to your thigh, nail tracing the skin softly until you shivered. “Do you like being exposed for me?”

Your gaze snapped to her, heat spreading beneath the skin of your cheeks. “I— Yeah.”

She rounded a corner into a small street of houses. Well in all honesty they could barely be construed as houses. They were more cottages than anything else. But you could recognize the blue car from the bar parked across the street where she stopped—her place resembling each one.

Although on a closer inspection you realized her home stood out just a bit more. The flowers in the front were a beautiful array of pinks and reds. Comfortable chairs were set out on the porch, each one with a pillow—a table in between that seemed to be used for morning coffees. Her home looked warm. Soft in all the ways she was, yet still holding onto that aspect of safety she exuded the second you ran into her.

“C’mon,” she said softly, tapping your thigh and drawing up the top of your shirt. “I’ll make you a coffee.”

“You don’t have to,” you replied, pulling down your skirt as you got out, keeping yourself covered as she led you up the front walkway.

She shrugged, opening the door with ease and discarding her jacket on a hook. “I want to.”

So you found yourself curled on her couch, a cup of coffee in your hands, and a soft song playing in the background. You spoke to her about your life. Your job and how it was slowly starting to grate on your nerves. The dreams you wished you had pursued instead of a boring cubicle that kept you hidden from the world. And she returned in kind. Telling you about what being a pilot for the Navy was actually like. Especially when it came down to being a woman in the Navy.

The clock ticked on the mantle, several hours passing, yet you found that time moved far too quickly around her. You wanted to stay here. To wake up and enjoy coffee on the porch, to see what the remainder of her house looked like. But what you were there for stared at you in the face—the want from earlier slowly seeping back into your veins.

“How’s the coffee?” she asked, already knowing that the drink had gone cold in favor of you staring at the way her top was unbuttoned. The curve of her breasts peeking out.

“Hm?” You jolted back to the present, mouth watering and eyes slightly dazed. “Oh. It’s delicious.”

“It’s cold.”

That all too delicious heat returned once more, spreading up your neck. “I was…um…”

She smiled, pulling the mug out of your hands and depositing it on the table—her other hand curling around your jaw. “You’re really cute. Anyone ever tell you that?”

Even if you wanted to answer, the words were stuck on your tongue as she moved closer. Her lips finding yours in the dimly lit room. Swallowing your soft whine with her tongue that slid deeply against yours. Her other hand gripped your hip, tugging you forward until you had no choice but to curl your leg around her. Finding yourself in her lap, her hands tugging at your top to get it off. You had come to the conclusion that she liked to toy with your nipples. Her teeth latched onto one again, laving her hot tongue along it until you were grinding against her.

“Oh f-fuck,” you choked, gripping onto the back of her neck. “Wanna taste you.”

She grinned against your skin. “You will baby. You will. I’ve got something in mind first though.”

Nodding before she could tell you what it was, you let her push you off the couch as her hands grasped for your skirt. The way she stripped you was slow. Soft touches and whispered compliments of how pretty you were. All of it mixing to make your head spin, your chest heaving with the breaths that left you quicker than you could take them in. She consumed you with her eyes, made you feel everything with her hands, and yet…you wanted more.

You wanted to sear tonight in your mind. Forever remembering the way she had taken you apart so delicately.

She led you to the floor, her clothes now discarded in the same pile as yours—her mouth devouring you in a kiss that made your body burn. Fingers slid down your hips, tracing the soft lines that stretched across your hips, and dipped her tongue along yours. Tasting the coffee off your tongue. Phoenix found she preferred the bitterness from your mouth over her mug—the flavor sensual and rich.

“Spread your legs for me baby,” she murmured against your jaw.

You listened to her without hesitation, allowing her to completely take the reins—putting your mind at ease for the first time all week. It felt euphoric to be this willing for her. To let her mold you however she wanted. There was something about her that pulled at your body—calling to you in a way it hadn’t before. Hovering over you, she watched with parted lips and red stained cheeks as she slid into position. Her cunt pressing over yours until her slick coated the top of your mound.

A depraved grunt echoed in her chest, nails digging into your thigh as she watched your face contort in pleasure. A gasp ripping from your chest when she moved. Her hips grinding over yours perfectly. You felt her clit, felt the way her cunt spread just right causing her slick to mix with yours.

“So pretty for me,” she whispered, cupping your breast and running a thumb over your nipple. She moved higher, cupping your chin in her soft palm, thumb now moving to press against your bottom lip—easing your mouth open. “Should I ride this perfect mouth next?”

Your eyes nearly rolled back. “Please.”

“I’ll cum in your mouth next baby.” It was a promise. Not a question. You knew that the second the words hit your ears and it made another wave of heat rush over your body.

“N-Natasha—” You shuddered when she dragged along your cunt, her hand curving around your hip to hold you in place.

A moan left her lips, forehead scrunched and eyes focused on the way you practically leaked for her—coating her inner thighs. “Gonna cum over this pussy first though.”

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, fingers clawing at the carpet beneath you.

“You want that sweetie?”

You nodded, gaze snapping back to her as she leaned down, her lips wrapping around your nipple. She rode you even harder, her hips colliding with yours and suddenly you found you could hardly breathe. The burning thrill of pleasure now overtaking your entire body. When her teeth latched onto your nipple, breath hot against your skin, you felt everything fall into place. The feelings she had wrought from you now laid bare along the rug. Just as you were.

They told you that this was more. That you would wake up to see her again.

Her voice moaning your name against your body undid your very being. The last drag of her clit against yours ripped free a broken shout as you fell over the edge. It was powerful. Nearly sending you into a state of dizziness, but you let it consume you completely—drowning you in the scent of her perfume, the feel of her body against yours.

She followed soon after, keeping her promise. Cumming with a shout, she pressed her lips to yours, her his jerking over you until it became too much. But you felt the wetness against your cunt. The way it trailed down your ass and into the carpet. No doubt staining the color.

“Where the fuck have you been all this time?” she breathed against your lips, a smile being pressed into her small kiss.

You felt a flutter go through your chest, as she moved, pulling you into her lap until your knees were pressed to the floor. “Waiting for you I guess.”

“No more waiting,” she replied, hands sliding down to your ass and lips dragging along your jaw. “Stay.”

You could picture it in your mind. Sitting on that porch with her, drinking coffee in the mornings. Conversations that turned into flirting that turned into so much more. Somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. The missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart.

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[callsigndragon]

Melt the ice | Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x fem!Mitchell!reader (Penny and Mav's daughter. use of y/n and she has a nickname: Ice Queen)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: flirting, teasing, allusions to smut but nothing happens, use of pet names (pretty girl, princess), just Nat proving that she knows how to flirt better than anyone, and... implied rank kink

A/N: Listen I just... I just saw this gif and went feral, okay? that's it. enjoy this!

People called her Ice Queen. 

For Nat, she was just Penny's older daughter. 

Who also happened to be her boss's daughter. Mav, contrary to popular belief, wasn't a giant ogre who pushed every single possible suitor away from her. He knew that his daughter was capable of defending herself. She didn't need him to rescue her. 

Not that she needed to be rescued. 

Y/n worked as a waitress at the Hard Deck, and she was good at it. Always with a smile, she worked the night away, walking around the bar like it was her world and the rest of the mortals in there were just living in it. She had a routine: she worked her shift, and once it was over, she always sat on the same table, nursing a cold beer, while checking her phone and answering texts here and there. 

Having a routine meant that everyone and their mother knew where to find her. Nat had seen lots of aviators trying to flirt with her, and also watched them walk away after a crash and burn. She didn't seem to be interested in aviators. 

Or men, in general. 

But that was only Natasha's theory. 

There were only two aviators that hadn't tried their luck yet. 

Hangman and Phoenix. 

Hangman was a bit scared of the consequences if he ended up having a thing with Mav's daughter. He didn't want to be the object of Mav's wrath. 

Phoenix didn't know if y/n was into girls, and she didn't want to put her in an uncomfortable position. But the more she watched her, the more she knew that she needed to try her luck. At least once, before she regretted it. 

And tonight was the night. 

"Y/n," Hangman says while sitting next to you, his voice making you lift your eyes from your phone. "You look beautiful tonight."

"I'm wearing a white shirt and jeans, I've been working all afternoon, I'm sweaty as fuck, and I reek of alcohol from that drink I spilled earlier." You rant, dropping the phone on the table. "How does any of that make me look beautiful?" 

"It's your natural beauty, sweetheart," Jake smirks, winking at you. 

You lean over the table, getting close to him. Jake's eyes widen a bit in surprise, as if the abrupt proximity wasn't something he was expecting. "Hangman, hell will freeze before I get involved with someone like you." 

Jake sighs, scratching his eyebrow, and presses his lips into a thin line. "Message received loud and clear. Sorry to disturb you." 

You chuckle to yourself, watching him walk away with his pride hurt, and his head low. 

"Nothing?" Bob questions the pilot when he gets to the "Dagger table," as they call it. 

"Crash and burn, buddies. That girl is an Ice Queen." 

Natasha watches you, wondering how a nice girl like you doesn't get involved with any of these pilots. Well, he understands how you turned down guys like Jake. But you turned down Bob. Bob. The nicest guy to ever walk this earth. Maybe you're not into guys after all. But he has heard Mav and Penny talk about your ex and how much of a dick he was... Things aren't adding up. 

But one thing is clear. Natasha Trace is not going to leave the Hard Deck tonight before trying her luck with you. She’s been waiting and waiting for you to show a sign that maybe you’re into girls, too. But she can’t wait anymore. Not even a second. And if you don’t give her the answer she’s looking for, she’s going to have to find out herself.

Grabbing Mickey’s tequila shot, Natasha chugs it down in a second and gets up from her tool. 

"Woah, what was that for?" Mickey laughs, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Liquid courage." 

Bob frowns, and then he understands what she's meaning. "Oh my god, finally! Go get her." 

Nat grabs her beer, eyeing you up and down before looking at the other Daggers. "Be right back, guys. I'm gonna melt the ice." 

Jake and Rooster look at each other while Nat approaches the young Mitchell. "Fifty bucks says she doesn't get her." 

Rooster smirks, and nods. "She will get her. Just wait." 

"Do you know something we don't, Rooster?" Payback inquires, sitting on the stool that was previously occupied by Nat. 

"Natasha is smooth, guys. She's gonna make her swoon." 

"Hey, y/n," Nat says while sitting down. You look at her, smiling. 

"Hi, Nat. What brings you to my lonely and cold table?" You joke, sliding your phone into your pants. 

"Cold?"

You chuckle, sighing. "I hear what you all call me. Ice Queen." 

Nat shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “That’s what happens to a girl when she has a bit of criteria.” 

“Do you think I’m an Ice Queen, Natasha?” You ask her, twisting the beer in your hands. 

“Nah. You’re just surrounded by idiots,” she says before changing the topic. “Hey, do you want to go shopping with me this weekend? I’m tired of always hanging out with the guys.” 

You grin, delighted by the idea of going out with her. She’s really fun, and you haven’t had the occasion to meet her. “Yeah, sure! I don’t hang out with many girls around here either.” 

“Yeah, there’s not a lot. And most of them are either married or have kids, so they don’t have that much free time.” She stops talking when she watches you yawn, covering your mouth. “I’m sorry, am I boring you?” 

You shake your hand quickly, feeling bad. “No! No, of course not. It’s been a long day, and I’m tired, that’s all.” 

“Oh, right,” Nat smirks, leaning back on her chair and uncrossing her legs, making herself bigger. “It must be tiring to be as pretty as you are.” 

And right then and there, the Ice Queen herself melts down like a popsicle in mid July. “Oh dear, I’m not that pretty.” 

“Believe me. You’re breathtaking.” 

You press a hand to your cheek, afraid that she might notice how warm they feel. “Woah, Nat. Did you have too much to drink?” 

She shakes her head, licking her lips slowly, her eyes never darting from your own. “No, I just like to see you all shy and cute.”

Suddenly, you feel hot. Too hot. And not only that, but the way she’s looking at you makes you feel like you're the hottest person on this planet, rivaling one of those Victoria Secret angels. And maybe that’s why you decide to follow her little game. “You got me all shy and cute; what are you going to do about it?” 

She leans over the table, her fingertips brushing with yours, softly, tantalizingly, sending shivers straight down to your core. “I have a few ideas... but none of them I can put into practice here.” 

You swallow, feeling your breathing accelerate every time her fingertips touch your skin. It burns in the most delicious of ways, and you find yourself thinking how those strong hands might feel in other places. 

You mimic her movements, leaning over the table and being so close to her that you don’t need to raise your voice above a whisper for her to hear you. “W-why not?” 

The space between you two is so small that when she speaks, her nose touches yours. “I don’t think Penny would let me enter her bar again if she saw me finger-fucking her precious little girl.” 

The wanton moan you let out goes unnoticed by everyone thanks to the loud music and the talking of the other customers. “N-nat…” 

“Want me to get you out of here, pretty girl?” She offers, wanting your full consent before she takes you to her home. 

“Yes, Lieutenant.” You nod quickly, and Nat has to stop for a second before speaking again. 

“Call me that again, and I’ll give you anything you want.” She mumbles, getting a few dollars from her pocket and leaving them on the table. 

“I only want you, Lieutenant. I’ve been waiting for you all this time.” You confess, and you find in the way Nat smiles at you the promise of a night to remember. 

“Oh, princess… The things I’m gonna do with you.” She grabs your hand, leading you out of the bar, ignoring the loud cheers of her friends, Hangman's annoyed expression while he pays Rooster, and how Maverick and Penny look at you, winking. 

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top gun threesomeissance 2023 masterlist

wow y'all!!! i'm so sorry for how late this is but you guys blew me away with each of these pieces. thank you to everyone who wrote, read, reblogged, liked, commented, and just in general encouraged their friends to write. so much love, and i hope everyone enjoyed!! now, in no particular order...... the masterlist:

bradley, jake, x f!reader

Up the Ante - @sometimesanalice Rooster had heard the whispers. He knew what the stories were about- the ones that had followed him and Hangman around for years. You, however, are more than happy to find out for yourself if all the rumors were true.

jake, f!reader, x f!reader's friend

You and Me and She Makes Three - @roosterforme Jake had feelings for you. And that was a problem, because he didn't do relationships. He was going to have to choose his independence over being with you. At least that's what he thought until he was presented with the opportunity to enjoy you and his freedom at the same time. 

bob, jake, x reader

three tender lovers - @sebsxphia bob proposes a solution to jake’s remarks to the marks on bob’s back. all three of you find resolution and something else. love.

(im)Patiently Waiting - @callsign-cacti You and Bob have been dancing around one another for years. Now, with Jake and Bob eyeing each other, you have a plan. Hopefully, it ends with both of them in your bed... or any bed.

mickey, bob, x f!reader

Two Turns Into Three - @foreverrandomwritings You and your boyfriend Fanboy propostion your close friend Bob with a threesome request.

javy, bradley, x f!reader

Merrier the More - @sylviebell Jake strikes out at the bar, but you hit a couple of home runs

javy, natasha, x reader

The Last Unicorn - @thedroneranger Getting caught between Natasha and Javy leads to a unique experience.

javy, mickey, x f!plus size!reader

"It was always gonna end this way" - @briseisgone [no author written summary but!] smut, polyamory, boys being bisexual boys, and a whole lotta fun

beau, jake, x f!reader

The Magic Number - @wkndwlff Beau and his fiancé discover the magic of threes.

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[make-me-imagine]

Bob: "Why would anyone want to hurt Hangman?" Rooster: "Maybe because they met him?"

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Rooster: "Hi." Maverick: "Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell him?" Rooster: "I did. Maverick: And what did he say?" Rooster: "“Thank you.”" Maverick: "You’re totally welcome. What’d he say?" Rooster: "He said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Hangman said, “Thank you.”"

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Phoenix: "Rooster, get that hideous thing out of the house would you?" Rooster: "Hangman, Phoenix wants you to get out of the house."

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Iceman: "I lost Maverick" Goose: "How did you LOSE Maverick?" Iceman: "To be fair, he is very small."

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Maverick: "The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation." Penny: "So you're just gonna wait until Rooster is in danger and save him?" Maverick: "Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts him in danger and then save him." Penny: ... Penny: "You're insane."

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Rooster, at an awards ceremony: "First, I'd like to thank Hangman for telling me I wouldn't win, so don't bother writing a speech."

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Fanboy: "We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare." Bob: "Scrabble? Scrabble’s great." Fanboy: "Not when you’re playing with Phoenix, it’s not. She put words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”"

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Iceman: "Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Maverick?" Maverick: "No." Rooster: "I do!" Iceman: "I know, Rooster." Rooster: "I’m sad." Iceman: "I know, Rooster."

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[daughterofthereaper02]

If you’re still taking TGM requests: platonic group (mainly phoenix, rooster, and hangman) trying to take care of sick younger reader. A few lines from the internet for inspiration: “Put your arm around my- Or just fall on me, that works too." "As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily." "This is the third time I've had to put you back in the bed. Why the heck do you want to lie on the floor so bad?"

A/n: I have been thinking about this all day! I was ready to kick my feet in the air as I thought about it.

You stumbled into your place, coughing into your elbow. Jake held you steady, "Okay, little mouse, let's get you to the couch," he said, "Put your arm around my- or just fall on me, that works too" he chuckled as you lost your balance. Bradley and Natasha were closing the door and putting away the supplies they bought while Jake helped you. "Just gotta get you to the couch so we can figure out what to do," he told you.

You leaned heavily on him and he just scooped you up and put you on the couch. "Y/n, you really need more food in your place... Scratch that, you need more of everything," Bradley said as he noticed your empty cabinets. He felt like a mother hen at that moment, Mother Goose would have fit him well just like it did with his dad.

It was no secret that everyone babied you because you were the youngest, you were like their little sister and you often forgot to take care of yourself. What really was no secret was that Hangman, Phoenix, and Rooster, took care of you the most.

Natasha came over and took your temperature, "Jesus, Munchkin! You're burning up! You should have never tried to come into work, kiddo," she told you, shaking her head. She helped you up, "Let's get you changed, guys can you get the medicine ready?" She asked. You rolled your eyes, "I'm not completely helpless!" You said, your voice hoarse and it was obvious you were exhausted. "Says the one that nearly passed out during our briefing!" Bradley called.

Phoenix helped you get changed as you shivered, "I'm taking you out shopping when you're better. You have the bare minimum, kid. You're stationed here permanently, you need stuff," she sighed. You just waved your hand, "'M okay... I got what I need," you shrugged.

They gave you medicine and you fell asleep pretty quick after it, they left you alone in your room and you barely realized that you pulled the blanket and pillow off the bed to lay on the floor. You liked how cold the floor felt against your feverish skin and you fell into a deep sleep. Bradley checked on you and put you back into the bed, frowning at how you barely moved, normally you woke up at the slightest noise.

This happened another time and it was throwing them all for a loop. When they went in for a third time to check your temperature, Bradley groaned seeing you with no pillow or blanket this time. "This is the third time I've had to put you back in the bed. Why the heck do you want to lie on the floor so bad?" He asked, shaking his head. His heart softened as you clung to him, burying your face in his chest as you coughed a little. You were breathing through your mouth as you couldn't breathe through your nose, Jake and Nat secretly took pictures before grabbing the pillow and blanket. "Let's bring shortie to the couch," Bradley said, "She obviously can't be trusted," he joked.

They woke you up an hour later to have you eat and you looked a little more coherent than before. "You guys really don't have to stay and ruin your Friday night, I'll be okay," you said, trying to get up. Bradley kept you down, you tried to fight back but had no energy to, "As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily." he said, letting you up suddenly to help you to the kitchen for more food and medication. "You calling me weak, Bradshaw?" you murmured, leaning heavily on him. "Nope, that's why I'm considered. You had more energy when you had broken ribs. I want you better to have the firecracker version of you back," he said.

It was a rough time because your fever kept rising and you seemed to get worse before you got better but the three stuck with you the whole time. They just gave you plenty of soup, tea, and snuggles to keep you resting. After all, you were their little sibling.

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[wildbornsiren]

Kinktober Day 8: Pegging || Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace/Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Pegging Summary: Phoenix gives Bob something he’s been craving.  1636 words Natasha “Phoenix” Trace/Robert “Bob” Floyd.  Warnings: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI anal sex, pegging, use of a strap on Notes: For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Please follow @wbslibrary​ since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.

There's a buzzing under his skin, an itch in his hands that he can't quite soothe. He hadn't been sleeping well, surviving on bitter black coffee and energy drinks. Robert knew, he knew what would quell the creeping sense of impending doom. However, here, at Miramar there was no way he could find someone to keep it quiet. So here, he sat in his dorm room, once again glad that he had a solo space.

He rubs his hands against his thighs, the touch only sending electric shocks running through him, only compounding the frustration he felt. He aches, needing the stretch and fullness of being taken. He groans, rubbing the back of his neck.

The frustration had spilled over into his work life, snarling openly at Hangman. The worst of it was getting into it verbally with Phoenix. His free hand curls horrified that he had nearly shoved her out of his way. The person he trusted more than anyone in the world.

Guilt had made the bile rise in his throat when he realized she had braced for the shove. Instead, he turned and stalked off toward the locker room.

There's a knock at the door and he starts. Bob gets to his feet, shuffling over to it. He blinks owlishly when he sees Natasha standing on the other side. She pushes past him, taking a seat at his desk. He closes the door and turns to look at her.

"What's going on Floyd?"

He winces, arms crossed as he leans against the door.

"It won't happen again. I'm sorry."

She shakes her head, mouth in a tense line. "Bob, I depend on you up there. I need to know if there's something that's going on."

"I'll take care of it." Bob says softly. He could look for something a couple hours away. That would work.

She gets off the chair, staking toward him. Her hand reaches up, cupping his cheek. His eyes close leaning into the touch. His chest is tight, lips parted a soft needy sound escaping from the back of his throat.

"Bob?" Her fingers trace his cheekbone, his jaw. Her thumb brushing his lower lip. He chases the digit with his tongue.

"I'm sorry." He knows that desperation has brought out his accent, the vowels are round and full in his mouth.

"I know it's not me, so what do you need?" There's nothing but gentleness in those dark eyes that pierce through him.

"I switch." He licks his lips. He had come out as bi to Natasha soon after they had started flying together. He had been her wingman when she had gone on a date with a cute townie girl.

Realization fluttered across her face. "Grindr?"

He clears his throat, "Can't risk it."

"Oh Bobby," she says softly.  "I-I could help you out." There's a flush on her cheeks, her breathing a little shallower than before.

"I thought about it. But I can't ask you-- that's beyond..."

Phoenix's hand presses against his mouth. "Be quiet." Her weight shifts and she pressed him against the door. "Nod or shake your head."

He nods.

"You need someone to rail that tight ass." She says, he nods. "Face down?"

Bob nods again.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

He hesitates, shrugs.

"You can let me know if you need it." He nods.

"I'm going to go get what you need. You get undressed and lay down. I'll get you ready." She leans up on her toes whispering into his ear. "I'll fuck you good Bobby. Give you what you need sweet boy." Bob steps aside when she jerks her head toward the bed. It was easier to breathe when she let the door closed behind her. It takes a few minutes for his heart to get back to a regular pace. He runs his hands through his hair, exhaling forcefully through his nose. The distance from where he stood to the bed seemed too large, even as he shed his shirt, placing it on the dresser. He shoves his sweats down, stepping out of them, putting them on the dresser as well. Bob’s hand shook as he placed his glasses on the nightstand, digging out a bottle of lube and a condom. He stretches out on the bed, resting his head in his arms, focusing on his breathing. There’s a soft knock, a few moments pass before the door opens and closes, the lock clicking. His eyes close when gentle hands land on his calf. “How long has it been?” “Months,” he feels his shoulders relax as her touch lingers on his calves, rubbing at taut muscles. “I can normally handle it myself… I haven’t been able to.” She sighs, “I’m sorry. I understand how hard it is.” The massage continues up to his thighs. He’s vaguely aware of the heat rising on his face, and it spreads down his neck. The way she touched, the way she was talking to him. She was doing this for him even though there was no attraction between the two of them. The bed shifts, the soft cotton of Natasha’s shirt, brushed against his back. She reaches over him, before she’s settling further up on the bed next to him. “I’ve got you,” she says simply. One of her legs slides between his, pulling them apart. Natasha settles between his thighs. “I’ll stop at anytime if this gets to be too much.” “I know,” Bob says quickly, probably too quickly. His shivers at the first pass of a slick finger, a whimper passing his lips. Natasha works him open, and by the time she’s two fingers deep, he’s rocking against the mattress. “Feels good.” He mutters. “Feels really good.” He’s so hard he’s nearly cross-eyed, his cock smearing against his stomach. Her hand slides under him, and he lifts himself, resting his weight on his arms. “Good boy,” Natasha mutters, the words ghosting against his back. “You take it so well,” her fingers twist and his voice breaks in a sob. Her fingers continue to drag over his prostate until he’s trembling. “Please?” His hands clutch at the blankets, head bowed, lower lip caught between his teeth. “You ready for it?” Natasha eases her fingers from him. He hears the slick sound of her lubing her strap. She nudges his legs further apart, her hand sliding up his back, resting between his shoulder blades, pressing his upper body against the mattress. “Breathe for me,” She whispers. The stretch is immediate, and he moans wordlessly. She doesn’t stop until she’s bottomed out, her hips flush against his ass. He nods slightly and Natasha starts to move, fucking into him with an easy pace letting him get used to the feeling of the strap. “Go on Bobby, let go.” Her hand grips the back of his neck, and he shivers. His hips rock back, meeting her thrusts. Her praise urges him on, and he fucks himself on her strap whining when she angles her hips, thrusting deeper into him. Her weight drops against his back, and his eyes nearly roll back in his head realizing that she had put on a binder for him. Giving him the feeling of someone that she wasn’t. She’s not as broad as who he wants to have against his back, but the way Natasha fucks him made up for it. The ache, the longing, replaced with mind-numbing pleasure. Bob groans softly, feels the pieces of himself coming back together. Nat’s hands urge him up to his knees, the angle of her thrusts even deeper than before. Her arm circles his torso, pressing herself fully to him. Bob feels himself arch back when he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking himself. Natasha grunts softly, but keeps a tight hold of him, fucking into him harder. “Who are you thinking about?” Her voice is hoarse, strained. “I won’t say anything.” He whimpers softly, the man’s name spilling past parted lips, grip tightening around his cock as he strokes. “Come for him Bobby, come for him.” His breath hitches, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. Eyes closed, stroking his cock, slow, dragging his hand up and down his shaft. His hand is sticky with precum, his cock twitching when Natasha continues to thrust over that spot that makes him see stars. “Gonna cum.” Her touch moves, hands settling on his hips, holding him as she continues to fuck him. He comes hard, his cum splattering on his chest and stomach. Natasha’s thrusts slow and she laughs softly, throatily. “That was incredible.” She gently pulls out, and Bob nearly falls forward, catching himself on his hands. “Are you okay?” He nods, licking his lips. “Yeah.” He takes a breath, feeling the pain in his chest subside for the first time in a few weeks. “Natasha…” Her hand smooths down his back. “It’s alright.” Her voice is so soft, but the warmth and gentleness that he’s grown to recognize that was just her came through. “Let me get cleaned up, you get cleaned up, and I’ll come back and snuggle.” “You want to snuggle me?” Bob can’t help but chuckle. “Bobby I just fucked your brains out. That was intense. I’m not just going to leave you.” He rolls over, and sits up, watching as she wiggled out of her harness, pulling on a pair of loose sweatpants. “Are we okay?” She nods, “Still totally not interested in men.” She winks playfully at him. “I also much prefer someone softer and curvier under me. You’re bony.” Natasha tucks the strap and harness into a bag. “Get cleaned up. I’ll be back.” 

She’s halfway to the door, when she glances over her shoulder. “You know, you really should talk to him. I’m sure Rooster would fuck you better than I can.”

#wsbkink #kinktober2022 #Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace/Robert 'Bob' Floyd #Phoenix/Bob #Top Gun fanfic #Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace #Robert 'Bob' Floyd #shelly writes

[batmanisms]

i have literally never posted my art on tumblr but hey its never too late to start. a comm for a buddy on twt of the dagger crew hangin out :-)

#this took me fucking forever but god was it worth it #they're just so lovely #dagger crew #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #natasha 'phoenix' trace #robert 'bob' floyd #reuben 'payback' fitch #mickey 'fanboy' garcia #fanart #commission #art #top gun fanart #commissions open

[forasecondtherewedwon]

friend can we please get more hannix (also you have so many fandoms that i love so i get so excited whenever i see your name in my fandoms on ao3

This is so sweet, thank you!!

“What’re you reading?” Phoenix asks, grabbing a seat in the sand before Hangman offers it. “Flying Planes for Dummies?”

He barks a laugh.

“Faster to just watch Rooster.”

She rolls her eyes instead of engaging, then cranes to see the page he’s angling away from her.

“Dracula?!”

“Say it,” Hangman sighs.

“What?”

“Whatever you’re gonna say.”

“Actually,” Phoenix decides, “it makes sense.”

“Because I suck?” he anticipates dryly.

“Because you left this last night,” she snaps, tilting her head to display a hickey.

“Oh, I literally suck,” he says with a grin. Admiring his handiwork, it’s hard to be sorry.

send me a prompt for one of these fandoms!

#Second's midwinter cleanup #my writing #Top Gun #Top Gun: Maverick #Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace #Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #Phoenix x Hangman

[bobby-r2d2-floyd]

so i have two ideas for the twin bradshaw fic:

in both of them goose never dies (because i literally cannot go through that again) and iceman never gets sick.

option a: rooster grows up as the favorite child, goose and carole do everything for him, where as the reader is "tossed aside", lives more recklessly like mav. callsign is a toss up between dove and marvel (like carol danvers, the childhood hero for reader)

option b: maverick pulls both roosters and readers papers, but instead of throwing a fit like rooster did, reader talks to mav, he tells her the truth and to not tell her brother, and reader goes and talks to iceman to get her application back and earns a higher rank than rooster the next time she sees him. callsign: mallard

so, in a readers opinion,

#top gun maverick #top gun #goose bradshaw #pete mitchell #tom kazansky #carole bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #nick bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #natasha trace #jake seresin #robert floyd #maverick #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #natasha 'phoenix' trace #jake 'hangman' seresin #robert 'bob' floyd #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #bradley bradshaw imagine

[nade2308]

'Cause I don't know where it's going

There's a part of me that loves not knowing

Just don't let it end before we begin

— Daughtry, "Start of something good"

@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage

I was gonna write a fic for the event, but things took a different turn and I made a gifset instead. My entry for the @tgm-all4one event, "It's not the prompt, it's the creator"

The prompt: "Last summer was one no one could ever forget. Now, a year later, character(s) still feel(s) the effects of that time."

#tgm all4one #pete 'maverick' mitchell #tom 'iceman' kazansky #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #jake 'hangman' seresin #natasha 'phoenix' trace #robert 'bob' floyd #javy 'coyote' machado #beau 'cyclone' simpson #solomon 'warlock' bates #penny benjamin #top gun #top gun maverick #my gifs #top gun gifs #my edit #song edit #daughtry #start of something good #tom cruise #val kilmer #miles teller #glen powell #monica barbaro #lewis pullman #greg tarzan davis #jon hamm #charles parnell #jennifer connelly

[callsigndragon]

It's fucking 3 AM. I SHOULDN'T BE CRYING AT 3 AM. BUT LOOK AT THAT!!!!! Those are best friends 😭

#top gun maverick #natasha 'phoenix' trace #robert 'bob' floyd #monica barbaro #lewis pullman

[idc4987]

Now personally I've never shipped Phoenix and Hangman,

Buuuuutttt @bradshawsbaby is slowly convincing me that the Hannix ship should be cannon. Well done 👏👏

#top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun #jake seresin #hangman #jake 'hangman' seresin #natasha trace #Phoenix #natasha 'phoenix' trace #ship

[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons: First Date + First Kiss (Part Two)

Headcanons for what I think the characters would do for a first date, and how I think the first kiss would go. - Part Two

-- Part One Here --

Pairings: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Reader; Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader; Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Reader; and Javy "Coyote" Machado x Reader - All GN!Readers

Warnings: Kisses obviously, nothing else really.

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

First Date:

Mickey loves a good Drive-In Movie, and when he heard you say you'd never been to one, he knew that was him moment.

So he took the plunge and asked you on a date, already having it planned beforehand.

When you pulled into the drive-in theater, you were amazed as you had no idea there was a drive-in theater near where you lived.

It was a showing of the classic 'Grease'.

It was the only movie showing at the time, but it was fun, you both enjoyed it, singing along together.

After having popcorn and soda, you then ate burgers that were delivered to each car.

When the movie was over, you sat in the car until the credits were over, neither of you wanting the date to end.

Mickey took the longer route back to your house, so he could spend as much time with you as he could.

You noticed this of course, but said nothing. You figured out why he was doing it, and you wanted it as well.

He walked you to your door, and bid you good-night, asking if you wanted to hang out the next day as well. Not an official date, but you said yes of course.

First Kiss:

When you and Mickey hung-out the day after your first date, you went to a park, walking around together.

You ended up sitting in the grass, talking for a couple of hours and even cloud-gazing.

Eventually, though you didn't want too, you had to make your way home.

As you walked to meet each other earlier in the day, he walked you all the way home. He insisted really.

The longer you walked, the closer he seemed to get to you.

Your shoulders brushed together, and eventually your hands.

At one point, when your fingers brushed, his hand slipped into yours, wrapping around it.

You smiled bashfully at each other, and continued walking.

When you made it to your house, he slowed in his steps, still clutching your hand.

Stopping you turned to look at him, and you felt your heart palpitate at the way he was gazing at you.

Slowly, without speaking, he pulled you a bit closer to him.

Wordlessly, your eyes locked, before his flicked down to your lips.

Getting closer, his lips brushed gently over yours before he kissed you.

It started out slow and gently, then he pulled you flush against him, as he deepened the kiss.

When you eventually pulled away, you smiled gleefully at each other, heads pressed together, neither of you wanting to part.

But you had too, though you were both comforted by the thought that you would see each other again soon.

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Robert "Bob" Floyd

First Date:

Bob had wanted to ask you on a date for a long time before he finally did. When he asked you, he was a bit flustered, but finally got it out. You thought it was adorable, and obviously said yes.

Bob decided to take you to an aquarium. He was afraid it would be seen as a bit "childish" for a date.

But the way your eyes lit up as you saw all the fish told him different, and he was glad he brought you.

He adored the way you would get excited for the various animals, especially when they got close to the glass.

It was honestly very hard for him to keep his eyes off of you. Your smile was amazing, and he loved that he had a hand in it.

You took your time making your way through the aquarium, taking turns naming some of the fish as well. Some after the other dagger squad members, some with just various fun names.

Eventually you got to the end of the aquarium and made your way into the gift shop.

You decided you were both going to buy the other something, and surprise them with it.

You got Bob a cute puffer fish key chain, that you said reminded you of him (in the best way) .

Bob got you a stuffed plushie of a stingray.

Once you finally made your way home, you kissed Bob on the cheek as a goodbye. He was obviously flustered because of it, which you found adorable.

First Kiss:

Your first kiss with Bob didn't come on the second date, but the third date, where the two of you went to a small music-night together at a local bar.

You sat close together the whole night, singing along and laughing together.

There was one point where he had his arm around your waist, and you locked eyes. There was obvious tension, but it was broken when a fight broke out nearby.

After the night was over, Bob took you home of course, and walked you to the door.

Just like the first and second date, you kissed him on the cheek. But when you pulled away, he didn't immedietely go to leave, but lingered for a moment with you as you talked.

While he told you how much he loved spending time with you (which you returned), he was not so sly in his glances at your lips.

You could tell he wanted to kiss you, but was slow to get to that point, afraid he would be moving too fast for you.

So you waited, not rushing him to leave, but lingering and smiling at him.

Eventually he got the hint that you were in no rush for him to leave, and he finally asked if he could kiss you.

You said yes obviously, and he slowly leaned in, lingering just an inch away for a moment as your noses brushed, before he kissed you.

It was gently, obviously shy at first, but only a moment later did his hands find your waist, as he deepened the kiss.

Some might be surprised to find Bob to be a good kisser, but you weren't at all.

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Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

First Date:

When you agreed to go on a date with Natasha, you both decided to plan something to do. You would choose what to do first, she would choose what to do afterwards.

You decided to go to a nearby farmers-marker like festival you knew about, that she had never heard of

There was music, food, dancing, market shops, animals, etc.

You walked around enjoying everything you could.

You ate ice cream, but nothing else, as Natasha said her plan included food.

The two of you ended up dancing along in the middle of the market to the live band.

No one was in sync with each other, but the vibes and atmosphere were so enjoyable the two of you did nothing but smile and laugh the whole time.

After a few hours, when you both got hungry, the two of you made your way to Natasha's choice date.

Natasha thought thoroughly about what she wanted to do on your first date, wanting it to be unique, but fun.

So, she reached out to a family friend and rented a small boat, that supplied a built in grill.

You went out on the water, sitting around the grill cooking your food together.

The weather was perfect for the day, a light breeze, sunlight with the occasional cloud.

You were lucky enough to see a pod of dolphins nearby, as well as some interesting fish that swam near the boat.

After making your way to shore, instead of the date being over, the two of you decided you didn't want to part just yet.

First Kiss:

After the boat ride, the two of you ended up walking around down town together.

You people-watched and window shopped, until the sky began to get darker.

Since you chose where you were going at first, you had driven, so you took her home.

You walked her to her gate, and the two of you lingered for a few moments, talking and saying your good nights.

The mutual tension was obvious, so when both your eyes seemed to flicker and linger on each others lips, you both smiled and stepped closer.

As you kissed, she grabbed the collar of your shirt/jacket, to hold you close, as you hands sat on her waist.

The kiss was gentle, and slow, and it sent shivers through you.

You parted with giddy smiles, and soft good nights, knowing you'd see each other the next day. And hopefully kiss again.

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Javy "Coyote" Machado

First Date:

No boring dates allowed with Javy.

So when the two of you went to a giant arcade-like center, you were not surprised.

It was targeted more towards adults, with food and alcohol stalls, as well as things such as pool, bowling, axe throwing and even a "destruction room".

Both of you agreed these were not the best activities to do while drinking, so you just got some other drinks and food as you made your way from activity to activity.

You bet with each other almost every game, competitive, yet playful at the same time.

Javy won at pool, but you won at bowling.

When you got to axe throwing you were both equally as good and bad as each other.

While you once missed the board entirely, Javy ended up hitting the board at an angle that sent the axe flying back at the two of you. This was both terrifying and hilarious, and was the last throw of the game.

Javy is a bit cocky and playful, so when you two were clearly feeling the growing tension between the two of you, he took the opportunity to make a bet with you.

The destruction room was based on points, so whoever got the higher amount won.

If you won, Javy would take you out again all expenses paid by him (which he would offer to do either way, but he didn't say this). But if he won, he got to kiss you (you had every intention of letting him do so anyways, but this made it more fun)

First Kiss:

At the end of the destruction room, Javy won by just over 50 points.

He did not hide his cockiness at this, and only flirted even more as he stepped up to you at the end, his eyes clearly on your lips.

He teased you a bit, by lingering just a few inches away, while he made flirty comments.

Saying things like you lost on purpose, because you wanted him to kiss you.

Though you certainly did want him to kiss you, you didn't lose on purpose, though you weren't mad about it at all.

Shaking your head you gave him a "Would you shut up and kiss me already?"

To which he responded with a grin, before he pulled you close to him, initiating a rather passionate kiss.

He had wanted to kiss you for quite a while, so he did not hold back. His hand came up to your neck and face as he deepened the kiss.

Finally breaking away breathlessly, he smiled at you for a moment before kissing you again.

Eventually having to break away when another group was coming in, you left hand in hand.

This was not the last kiss of the date, but I'll let you decided what happened next.

xx End xx

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[daughterofthereaper02]

hi! 

Could I request a youngest female reader of top gun, like she is really young, like 22-23, that everyone is protective of her and she suffers from diabetes and one day in practice she faints because she didn’t take care of herself with that and everybody is so worried, if you can put dad Mav in the combo (maybe not her real father but sort like a adopted one, but like not really 🙈)

Thank you queen! 💜

A/n: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING ONTO THIS STORY!

This is purely FICTION due to this, there may be some inaccuracies within the story. A big thank you to the anon for responding with further information. Another huge thank you to @blackcat2907 who sent me so much information to properly display having diabetes. One thing, you will be denied from joining the military in real life if you have any type of diabetes. You can get medical waivers when trying to enlist but a good portion of the time they are denied, others they will let you into boot camp and deny your waivers then. With this information, please do not comment 'this isn't possible', I know it and so do you so let's save our time. Like I said, FICTION. There will also be inaccuracies about the military and top gun school itself.

I apologize if I portrayed anything wrong and I hope you enjoy this!

Call sign: C/S

It wasn't fun to be the youngest on the team. When you were called for the "Miracle Mission" as you jokingly called it, you were fresh out of Top Gun. You were being placed with the best who all had a couple of years on you and they made sure to tell you that immediately. You were being pushed into a corner for being 'too young' even on the first day. That was until basic fighter maneuvers and you were the only one to get a pin on Maverick. Your father had no intentions of going easy on you and he proved that, but you still won. After that, you were held with more respect but also everyone protected you, to the point of being overprotective.

What you didn’t share with most people was that you had diabetes, you took care of yourself to make sure there was no issue and you also always had your father there to look over you as well. You didn’t feel the need to hide it, you happily shared information with anyone but your friends were so protective that it made you avoid the subject to not get hounded constantly. Rooster had understood and your honorary big brother kept his mouth shut and an eye on you.

Everything was fine until today however, you had a surprise visit from an admiral that day, all of you on the miracle mission were forced to workout and show your flying skills off to him, he had wanted to see what the best of the best were made of. Due to this, you were going to be working out too much which was going to cause your sugar to drop too fast. It was fine at first, you were up in the skies doing basic fighter maneuvers against your father, you had drank juice before to help your blood sugar levels rise and knew you would probably have to afterwards as well.

“Okay, C/S, Rooster, Hangman, you three are going to try to get a pin on me, okay? Phoenix, keep back and take over when one of them is out” Maverick said. “Cocky there are you Mav?” you asked your father as you moved your mask on, grining at the fact he has never changed. “You know it C/S” he laughed, “Let’s turn and burn!” he called out. You felt your heart racing like it always did when you were in the skies, you automatically fainted left because you knew your father was going to try to shake you all up, you were just barely far enough away as he flew upwards. You shot off after him, all of you communicating back and forth but Hangman got targeted as he tried to leave you two high and dry. “Always trying to be the best but falling a little short Bagman!” Phoenix called with a laugh and all you heard was a “Yeah yeah, shut it birdie!” back from him. Phoenix took over and the three of you worked well as a team and it wasn’t long until Rooster got a missile lock on Maverick. A new voice came over for you all “Alright, C/S. Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, I want you four down on the ground doing the workouts with Hangman while I evaluate the rest.” The admirals voice came over, you rolled your eyes ‘Iceman was so much nicer’ you thought to yourself while saying “Yes sir!” with the rest. Just like your father, you had a hard time taking these admirals serious as they had a stick so far up their asses, you were surprised they couldn’t taste it. You let that slip around Ice once, forgetting he wasn’t just your Uncle Ice at the moment and made him give you a stern look but eventually made him laugh as you shot him the innocent look you learned from your father.

You landed flawlessly but before you could go get a drink to bring up your sugar levels, you were being forced to work out “Sorry Mitchell, he wants you to start immediately” Hondo apologized to you. You prayed that the extra you drank before would be enough. No one bothered to let you five know that as you went through the workout circuit, the admiral left and you could stop. You panted as you continued with your pushups, you pushed off the shaky feeling as your muscles being tired, the sun was beating down on you all as you sweated in your flight suits. Every sign of low blood sugar was being written off in your head as you kept going.

When everyone was landed, you went to stand up and grew dizzy. “Y/N? Are you okay? You look pale” Hangman said as he approached you, he had just finished his workout. You nodded weakly but you were still out of breath, you started shaking your head as black dots danced in your vision. “Get... dad” you managed to gasp out as you felt your body getting weak and you passed out. Hangman caught you before you could hit the ground and lightly patted your cheek “Y/N? Come on kid, open those eyes!” He said in a panic before looking around for help. Rooster ran over as Jake called his name, “Go get medics!” Bradley yelled at Bob, without hesitation he took off running in the direction of the medical staff. Bradley began searching your flight suit as Maverick ran over and started to help him, they both exchanged worried looks and moved you onto your side just in case. “What are you looking for?” Phoenix asked. “Glucagon” Maverick said stiffly, his focus completely on you. “What?” Hangman asked, looking at Rooster and Maverick in confusion. “Glucagon. It is a needle with a little bottle, it has saline tablets and glucose in it. When a diabetic passes out you administer it to them. Damnit! She must have left it  in her locker!” Maverick hissed.

Just moments later a medical staff ran onto the pavement and already had the glucagon ready, inserting the needle into your outer thigh as it was the most easily accessible at the moment. They got you onto a stretcher and brought you inside, ignoring the fact that everyone was following after like a bunch of lost puppies.

Everyone was forced into the waiting room and all eyes turned to Pete and Bradley who were pacing, it was understandable, you were Maverick’s little girl and Rooster’s baby sister in all but blood. “So, while we wait does anyone want to explain to us what just happened?” Hangman asked, a frown on his tan face. Maverick sighed as Rooster finally forced them both to sit, “Y/n had diabetes, her blood sugar levels dropped too low. When her blood sugar goes below 70 she’ll get dizzy, weak, tired, and shaky. Due to her working out, which will cause her levels to drop faster, she didn’t realize how bad it was until she probably stood up, right? By then it was too late and she passed out. She probably thought she brought her levels up high enough before” Pete murmured, worry all over his face. Jake ran a hand through his hair and nodded, “Okay... will she be okay?” He asked worriedly. Rooster answered this time, “Yeah, they got it to her in time so it wouldn’t drop any lower. Depending on how low it gets it can cause the person to pass out or too low and they can die. She should be awake any minute now. It takes around fifteen minutes for them to wake up” he explained. Phoenix looked determined “Tell us more, we need to know so we can watch out for her” she said, her face serious.

Maverick leaned back in the seat, “How about we tell you later? Right now I need to make sure she is okay” he said as he watched a nurse approach. “Captain Mitchell, you and others are free to see her, she is awake” they told him “Room 345″ they finished. Everyone took down the hallway in the calmest way they could currently. You grinned at the as they came into the room “Hey” you said, accepting the hugs from everyone. “You jerk! You scared me!” Phoenix pouted, causing you to blush. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it got that bad” you apologized. “We’re not mad but upset you didn’t tell us” Bob said softly, “Again I’m sorry but really, you guys are super protective already. I don’t need to be told every second how to take care of myself because I’ve done this for as long as I can remember. Today was an accident because of that visit” you sighed, squeezing your dads hand as he held yours.  “It’s okay kid” Pete told you, placing a hand on your cheek “I really am sorry Dad” you told him, “I know, just listen to the doctors, yeah?” He said and you nodded. You were being kept for evaluation for a bit, giving you plenty of time to explain levels, high and low blood sugar symptoms, and what to do in that situation.

You had very worried older siblings after that who watched you constantly but also gave you plenty of space to not suffocate you. Your dad never told you that it put him at ease to know you were being watched by others also.

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Rare Touch || Natasha “Phoenix” Trace/F!Reader

Rare Touch Summary: A lazy day, and a needy Natasha.  735 words. Female/AFAB reader (established relationship) Warnings: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI: thigh riding, finger sucking, fluff Notes: For @therebeccaw who requested ‘Needy Nat’. Comments and reblogs feed the muses, likes are appreciated. Thank  you so very much for reading. It is so appreciated, and means the most.  **Tag list is finished. Please follow @wbslibrary​ ***

It’s the eighth episode of the Great British Baking Show in a row, there’s take out containers on the coffee table, as well as a couple of Starbucks cups. The two of you are sharing a rare day off, Natasha curled up with her head on your lap, your fingers combing through her dark hair. She hums softly, delicate fingers curling around your wrist, bringing your hand to her lips. Soft kisses land on the back of your hand, your knuckles, your fingertips.

“Do you want something baby?” You look away from the judging of the technical challenge to see her smiling up at you. The follow up question dies on your lips when she draws your thumb past her lips, into her mouth. Natasha sucks slowly, eyes fluttering closed, a soft moan sliding past the digit in her mouth. Her teeth scrape gently over the pad of your thumb, sucking a bit harder. You squeeze your thighs together tightly, watching her tease. Gently, you press down, opening her mouth, leaning in to kiss her. “You,” she says so easily, nipping at your lower lip and pulling. “I missed you, sweetie.” Her fingertips trace along your jaw, pulling you in for another kiss. “We have two more episodes, one of which is the finale.” You whisper. “Can you wait that long?”   She actually pouts and shakes her head, sitting up. Her hand lands on the back of your neck, pulling you in for another lingering kiss. “No, I can’t.” “Nat,” you smile against her mouth. “I can’t refuse you, but I really need to know who’s going home.” She holds up her cell phone, “We could google.” “I’m not spoiling myself, and you aren’t spoiling me either.” You take her cell phone, tucking it in the couch cushions between the two of you. Natasha leans in, licking a soft stripe along your cheek. “Please, I need you. I missed you.” Natasha moves the blanket off your lap, straddling your thigh. “Can I?” She rolls her hips languidly. “You can still watch, and I can take the edge off.” She looks like a dream, in an oversized t-shirt, sleep shorts riding up her legs, giving you an uninterrupted look of tanned skin. It was a rare day off, and even rarer that Natasha was like this. You weren’t going to waste the opportunity. “Yes baby, you can take what you need.” Your hands rest gently on her hips, fingers sliding under the soft cotton, tracing small circles over her warm skin. Natasha whimpers softly, rolling her hips against your thigh. Her hands lace together at the nape of your neck as she moves. Her head tips back, back arching, soft sounds spilling from her. “You look so gorgeous sweetheart,” your hands slide up her sides. She’s not wearing a bra, and you cup her breasts, liking the way she shudders against you. “That’s my girl.” “Your girl,” she nods, voice soft and breathy. “I am your girl,” she moans your name, another slow tremor working through her. She’s grinding harder, chasing her own high. You flex your leg, bouncing a little and she moans. You drag your thumbs over her nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks, pausing long enough to drag the oversized shirt off, tossing it aside. Her skin pebbles under your tongue, her hand gripping the back of your head when you kiss and suck at her breasts. Your fingers slide under the waistband of her shorts, palming her ass. She’s whimpering your name, and there’s never been a sweeter sound in the world. Her shorts are damp, her slick helping her glide over your leg. Natasha’s humping against your thigh, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “Look at you,” completely awed, your voice no more than a hoarse whisper. “Such a good girl.” The words felt a little clumsy coming from you—she normally says it to you. “Can you come for me like this?” Natasha nods frantically, her nails digging into your skin. Her hips move desperately, her mouth landing against yours panting between sloppy kisses. She tenses, whimpering as she comes, clutching at you, before she’s slumping against you. “Feel better baby?” Your mouth is dry, knowing you’re soaked after watching the show she put on for you. “Yes,” she rests her forehead against yours. “I promise I will repay you as soon as you find out who wins.” /end

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Hangman: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call Rooster.

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