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mayrogers · 2 years

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Nomad of Top Gun - 1/5

Summary: Steve "Nomad" Rogers is among the best the Navy has to offer for a life threatening mission. Nomad has quite the ruthless and cold reputation with everybody except... you?

Warnings: Navy (Top Gun) AU - Lieutenant!Steve x Lieutenant!Female!reader - Fluff - implied Smut - language (cussing)

Words: 1.7k

❤ Enjoy you kinky whores ❤

“It’s just a new assignment” you try to gaslight the anxiety away. “Come on. You graduated top of your class… you’ve seen some shit…” As you walk across the hangar you see a familiar man, a tall man with broad shoulders and blonde hair. You can't forget the image of him shirtless and sweaty from playing football on the beach yesterday. The rest of the class looked great in their beach attire too but he really stood out to you.

Even from this far away, you know who he is. You’ve heard of him and how ruthless he is in the air, you had the displeasure of dogfighting him a long time ago while you were still in the academy. Steve, or ‘Nomad’ as his call sign is, is your wingman. You’ve been chosen to train for a mission along with the very best the Navy has to offer. Today, you’re running a mock mission, simulating the terrain you’ll soon risk your life on.

Steve catches you lagging behind the group and pats your shoulder as he runs up to you. “Captain Fury put us together. Nice to actually meet you.”

You match his pace, “Yeah. What do you mean actually?”

“Well,” He hesitates, “I’ve heard of you. You got a confirmed air to air kill.” He smiles and extends a hand forwards. This is not the ‘Nomad’ you heard of. Not the infamous ACE, with five air to air kills, ruthless in and out of combat.

“I may have more experience but I’m honoured to fly with you, lieutenant.” His sincere smile warms your heart, and you realize that this mission may be easier with him by your side.

“Wow, thanks. I didn’t expect that.” You shake his hand and both of you catch up to the rest of the class.

Fury is teaching how to survive this mission and during the debrief, it almost seems impossible. “I’ve never gone through that much pressure… 8 mocks?!”

“I think you’ll do fine, really. It sounds worse than it is.” It’s a simple phrase but nonetheless it gives you a sliver of courage.

Today was a complete failure.

Every single run you and Steve tried, you were either too slow, hit a wall, got spotted or missed the target. By nature you’re extremely competitive and today got the best of you. Steve noticed how your hands had been balled up in fists during the lectures from Fury.

“Today was a sack of shit.” You say as Steve walks beside you to the locker rooms, “This is impossible.” He only sighs and looks at you as you stuff your belongings into your bag and angrily zip it shut.

“We have to cool you down.” He says, formulating a plan.

He decided to drag you out with the rest of the group for drinks that night. “It’s fucking impossible! How are we meant to do this?”

“Honestly I’m stumped. I really thought this was possible but shit. We have to do all that and stay low.”

You scoff, “Tell me about it.” He opens the door to the bar and lets you in.

The atmosphere hits you all at once. It’s loud and welcoming but not rowdy. Steve takes your hand and guides you through the bar, to find the rest of the class. He doesn’t take his hand away from yours though, even when you find the group.

“Welcome to the party, soldiers.” Black Widow says as she holds a pool stick in her hand, versing Hawkeye.

Today really ticked you off and after a bit of forced talking and angry drinking you tell Steve you’re leaving. He excuses himself from the group to see you out. “Sorry, I’m just really not in the mood to be here, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it. I was pretty mad today too but hopefully tomorrow is different.”

You only sigh and nod, “Thanks for bringing me out here, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Oh, sure. See you.” He says, sounding a little defeated.

As you begin to walk away, he calls out, “Nightmare!” Your call sign. “Where are you going?”

“Home, why?”

“Well, it’s still early, why don’t we go out?” He puts his hands in his front pockets

“Just the two of us?”

His ears turn red and he scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah. The two of us.”

With so many burning questions to ask him, you agree. “Alright Nomad, Where to?”

Smirking, he walks towards his bike and tosses you a helmet. “We’ll figure it out.”

So, you hop on his bike, end up stopping for food and walking to the beach. It’s dark out so you both lay in the sand, looking up at the stars. Back on the beach. “You know, Nomad, I’ve heard about you too.”

“Really?” He turns on his side to look as you while you lay on your back, munching on fries. “What have you heard?”

“Oh boy where do I start.”

He chuckles, “Don’t worry, I know my reputation.” taking a fry from the bag as you talk.

“Well, I was surprised to hear you say that you were honoured to fly with me, since you’re an ace. 5 kills and you’re honoured to fly with me?”

He chuckles, nudging you with an elbow. “I’m a humble man.” He says jokingly.

You turn onto your side to face him, noticing how his eyes have been on you the whole time. “I'm not sure if you remember this but…” You hesitate, wondering whether or not to bring it up but you do anyway. “Back in the academy-”

He cuts you off, taking more fries into his mouth. “We met a few years ago, at the academy” oh my God he remembers. “I remember dogfighting you.” OH MY- His face looks as though he’s putting puzzle pieces together. “You were the toughest person I’ve ever fought back then and I haven’t stopped thinking about you since.”

You can't help but blush, “Wow, that's… I wasn’t sure you would remember since I only saw you a few times around the base.”

“I was wondering how you were doing but back then, you didn’t have a callsign yet and I didnt know your name.” He chuckles, “Now I get where you got the name Nightmare from.” You laugh, finishing the remaining fries. “The way you creeped up on my jet that one time.. You could’ve given me nightmares for sure.” Laughing, you cover your mouth and kick around at the sand.

“We can talk about my callsign later… Why Nomad?” You ask, calming down, “ So ominous…”

“Well, I’m good at staying off-grid, you know, people never know where I am but I think it's also because I always find myself in trouble somehow, even though everything I do is so calculated and precise-”

“HA!” You cover your mouth with laughter, “With the way you flew today, you wish you were calculated and precise.” The banter goes on all night with you both falling asleep on the beach.

Something about him makes you very comfortable. It may be the crush that you’ve secretly had for so long or the way his kindness only comes out when he’s with you. You fell asleep first while he remained awake for a few minutes, unsure whether or not to wake you up. Once you snuggled close to him, pulling yourself towards him and hugged his arm, he decided to stay. When he gently kissed your forehead, he let himself sleep.

That morning, you’re both tangled in limbs and sand. His head rests on your completely numb arm while your head rests against his chest and your legs spread over his. He wakes up first, realizes where he is then quickly wakes you up. “Shit…”

“Are we late?” You mumble, barely awake.

“I don’t know but Fury is going to kill us.” As quickly as your sleepy bodies can, you race back to the base on the back of his bike, walking in just as Fury does. He shoots you both a knowing look and you blush. You rush to sit with the rest of the class and await instruction.

Today’s training is rough, again. This time you practiced the mock mission with a practice target. Steve hit the target and so did you, when nobody else did. The only thing was your speed. You both went too slow.

This morning, you had no time to talk about what happened last night and you were hoping to get something out of him today. You watch as he walks over to you, all dressed up in uniform. His shirt too tight for his torso reminds you of how much you regret not getting to know him all those years ago.

“Nightmare, need a ride home?” He puts his hands on his hips, which for some reason makes your stomach do flips.

“I’d love that actually.” You smile.

Winter Soldier comes up behind Steve and slaps his shoulder, whispering something in his ear. Steve’s look hardens, brow raising as he watches Winter Soldier put his hands up in defense, walking away and laughing.

“Wow, so rude.” You tease and he gently nudges your shoulder trying not to smile.

Once again on the back of his bike, you wrap your hands around his waist, and rest your head on his shoulder. This cycle repeats for another week. Him giving you a ride home, hanging out with you and the class at the bar while Winter Soldier and Black Widow tease you both even more.

Today, you find yourself on the back of his bike again, arm wrapped around his waist, the other playing with his dog tags. Once you’re home, he helps you off his bike but tonight’s different because you hesitate to walk away.

“Something on your mind?” Everything has felt so natural these past few weeks, like you both have known each other for decades. You still haven’t talked about it.

“Yeah um. On the beach…”

His ears turn red and he clears his throat. “I was pretty comfortable when I woke up, all sand aside.”

You laugh, “So was I. I felt a little sore though.” You move your head and massage the back of your neck, watching him look you up and down, laughing.

“Do you… want to come in for a little?”

He inhales, “Sure.” And exhales, smiling towards you.

Did he really mean what he said? You still have so many questions.

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ITS A LITTLE BIT DRY, I KNOW BUT TRUST ME IT WILL GET SPICY SOON <333

also, i am in love with this Navy Steve AU. I might open requests for him once this series is done <3

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aspiring-house-husband · 4 months

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There is a temple, deep and hidden away in the mountains. it is well known to the locals and the people whose legends had survived in the area. it is a temple that was extremely difficult to get into, and even more difficult to leave. it belongs to the god of conflict and passion. the god of war. the god of sex.

you and your partner were determined to find it.

you repelled down the rock face of the mountain and slid your way through half-buried arches to get inside, only to be astonished by how clean the temple had been kept. sure, it was mossy, but the stone was smooth and clean and hardly worn by time.

“hello,” says your partner, and you turn to him.

“what?”

“yes, i am,” he says, staring off to nothing.

“are you okay?” finally he turns to you, only briefly.

“shh, can’t you hear that?”

“no, what are you talking about?” he ignores your question again, and speaks away from you.

“no, i would never. i wished to visit, only.”

when he doesn’t speak, there is silence.

“well, i suppose, i-“ he cuts himself off with a gasp, and arches his back. touched by nothing, he begins to levitate off the floor.

“yes, please, god,” he moans, and his clothes fall from his body, cut into ribbons. with his back arching, you are treated to the sight of his hole, glistening with wetness but more notably opening and closing, clenching around nothing. as you watch, gold chains and jewels materialize and drape around his body, while he gains the meaning of super-human: his beauty grows as he writhes midair, his skin gaining color and flush, his hair growing silky. he moans as he clenches and you can’t help but stare at his gorgeous hole, thinking of how it would… how he might feel…

“i accept, yes, yes!” he pants and nearly screams to whatever voice only he is hearing before he cums, his body quivering and fluid dripping down his legs to the floor. his body lowers until he stands on trembling legs, panting, and when he looks at you, his eyes are no longer the color you’re accustomed to, but a fiery orange.

“my friend,” he says, sliding to you and running his fingers up your clothed chest. “do you know what’s happened to me?”

“n-no,” you barely manage to whimper out, trying to ignore how lovely he looks and how close he is and how hard you are.

“i am one with our god,” he answers, sliding those teasing fingers up and under your shirt, tracing delicately up your chest. “soon you will be, too.”

“wait, what? hold on-“

“shh,” he soothes, and without moving you himself you are lifted into the air, suspended on your back. he straddles your hips and splays his hands over your waist, leaning down slow to kiss the skin he’s exposed by pushing up your shirt.

“beautiful,” he says, a sultry smile gracing his lips. when he shifts his hips, he gives you so much friction that you hadn’t been prepared for, and it makes you buck before you can stop yourself.

“ah, good boy,” he teases, and draws his hand over your stomach. the motion seems to be connected to magic, because your clothes fall from you in ribbons, just as his had.

“don’t shiver,” he says with a soft laugh, that same that you’ve heard a hundred times. he leans down over you and kisses down your chest, stopping to suck on your nipple, just to watch you flush.

“you’re mine, aren’t you, handsome?” he says, kissing every spot of skin he can find, pulling at your arms until he can guide your hands to his hips.

“yes,” you answer, and he lifts up to sink down over you. gods, it feels like you glow.

“be one with me,” he says, but it sounds like he speaks with more than just his voice. “be mine in more than just body and heart.” he bounces, even though he has nothing to balance on, gripping you and squeezing around you and moaning to the ceiling.

“i’m yours,” you pant, lifting your neck but not feeling the strain you normally do. you buck up, pulling a near-squeal from him, because it feels like more than just being ridden. gods, it’s like you’re feeling him, too. feeling double the pleasure, his orgasm building beneath his belly button, how it felt to have you inside him, filling him up. it was incredible, like connecting to something beyond yourself.

“mine,” he moans, and pleasure like nothing you had ever known overtook you.

there’s a reason the temple was just as hard to leave as it was to find. how could you even think of leaving? why would you? life there was perfect… under the protection of your god, and wrapped in the silky embrace of your lover. forever.

#with these posted i retreat back into my cave #i crawl from the woodwork to place a story on the floor every six months before disappearing again #eat up #og #story #non monster #hypnosis #ish?#possession #ish

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