#javy machado drabble

[mothdruid]

happy birthday girl!! Congrats on the followers too!!!!! number 16 from the smutty prompt list with Javy?

here you are anon!!!

this is 18+, mdni.

“So pretty.” 

Javy was standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at your spread out form. You trailed your hands up and down your body, teasing him. He knew it too, knew that you building the anticipation would be worth it. His hand came down to lightly touch the outside of your calf. You had your legs bent and open, ass not on the edge of the bed, but close. 

Javy brought the idea up a few nights ago. It was a little surprising, seeing as Javy was always a hands-on learner. But maybe watching this might do something. 

Your hands trailed to your breasts, tweaking your nipples softly. One hand stayed on your chest as the other trailed lower. A sigh passed your lips, your fingers dipping into your folds. You rubbed slowly circles on your clit, letting your legs drop further apart for Javy to watch your actions.You tweaked your nipple, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. 

“Eyes open, baby.” Javy’s husk voice had you opening your eyes. 

Javy’s hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. This was something he had thought about for a long time. You looked so vulnerable like this. Legs wide open, but not for him, for yourself and your own pleasure. The soft sounds coming from you were going straight to his cock. Every tweak of your nipple was pulling a soft whine from you. Circle on your clit starting to draw out moans. 

“Javy.” You whimpered, watching him stroke himself. 

Your fingers gathered more of your fluids, spreading them all over your clit and folds. You dipped your fingers a little lower, slipping into your entrance. His eyes were still locked with yours as your head fell back lightly. The stretch was nice, but it wasn’t what you wanted specifically. 

“Baby, you gotta get off by yourself, then I’ll help.” 

You nodded, pulling your fingers out of you. Tight quick circles on your clit had the band in your stomach tightening. You kneaded at your breast as you edged yourself closer and closer to your orgasm. Your hips started rocking against your hand, chasing the high you so desperately needed. You needed Javy’s touch, and this was the only way to get it. 

“Fu-fuck.” You whimpered. 

The band snapped. Pleasure flooded through you. Your body was tingling, shaking as your fingers kept circling on your clit. Whines fell from your incessantly. 

At a certain point it became too much. Your legs snapped closed, stopping your fingers from moving. Javy let go of his cock, leaning over you and spreading your legs. He took your wrists, placing them near your head. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“So good, baby.”

[whohasthecards]

What if, Hangman plays around a lot with the Daggers and Mav because he never really got the chance too. The guy is a top naval aviator, especially with the air-to-air kill, the Navy probably had high expectations for him, and so he acted the way people expected him to act. Confident, cocky, competent, the Navy's golden boy. The Hangman.

His home life isn't the best, shitty parents, if they were there at all. Heck, he could have siblings older or younger than him, and being the responsible breadwinner/caretaker fell on his shoulders, so he always had to work hard and keep a level head. Keep whatever family he had and himself upfloat.

However, once he was with the Dagger squad, he didn't feel the need to be Hangman, the Navy's Golden boy, cocky smile and no mistakes. He wasn't Jacob Seresin, tired and level-headed, a soft smile for his nieces and nephews. A hard face if his parents ever decides to show their faces again.

He was just Jake.

Jake who crows in victory whenever he beats Phoenix at pool. Phoenix rolling her eyes as she lightly hit Jake with a cue stick, Jake dancing away gasping dramatically as if she had a knife.

Jake who playfully steals Bob's peanuts, laughing as the other man scowls at him and lightly shoves his shoulder to get it back. (One time Jake tried to eat the whole cup worth of peanuts as fast as possible, and Bob and him had a mini wrestling fight, Jake gave it back, and got him a new one.)

Jake who Coyote always brings desert for. Coming by his desk and holding the treat above his head, making sure to keep the treat out of Jake's reach. Making Jake pout and whine as he tries to grab it. Javy always does the bit, making Jake say please for it, before conceding and giving it to him. Javy always finds something new for Jake to try.

Jake who Bradley finds always on his right. Bothering him. Teasing him, yet always there, talking about anything and everything. Bradley smiled fondly, as he ruffled the younger man's hair after a particularly funny story about the shenanigans he partook in.

Jake who Mav knows likes his bacon slightly burned and eggs over easy, from the many nights he stayed overnight in his house, and smiles brightly at breakfast. Who has grease streaked across his face as Mav taught him how to do maintenance on motorcycles.

Jake with messy hair, bright eyes, and a relaxed smile. Who would tease, pout, and groan dramatically, but would always be there.

They didn't realized how much of a privilege knowing Jake is, until they saw Jacob "Hangman" Seresin take front and center, once more.

[aestheticpearl]

Can you do one and they surprise Y/N by coming home early from a mission? Xx

hello again my love, i apologize for how long this took forgive me <3

— ‘oh you’re back…YOU’RE BACK!’

characters. rooster, hangman, phoenix, bob, payback, fanboy, coyote

themes. fluff

[summary] they surprise you by coming home early from their deployment

[warnings] not proof read (i’m lazy)

❥ bradley “rooster” bradshaw

it had been a whole day since bradley had last texted you and he had missed your routine phone call that is always scheduled for seven so needless to say you were worried. you texted him asking if he meant to miss the phone call and he only responded a hour later with ‘busy.’ which provided no comfort whatsoever.

you were doing your best to distract yourself by folding laundry when you came across one of his old sleep shirts. it was a concert tee that he had gotten at the first concert you went to as a couple, you could help but stare at it for a little too long when your eyes started pooling with tears. gosh why is being always from him is long still so hard? you should be use to it.

“we should go to another one of their concerts, i still really like their music” you know that voice, you body moves on it’s own as you turn away to see him standing there smiling like an absolute idiot at you in the doorway.

“surprise!” he drops his bag and opens his arms for you and you happily run into him, only crying a little totally not sobbing. “aww baby you miss me that much?”

“you missed our scheduled phone call you dick” you laughs at your remark.

“i was hoping this would make up for it”

“only a little” he shakes his head and holds your face in his hands while you kisses you.

“i missed you”

“okay you’re forgiven” you are a sucker for coming home kisses.

❥ jake “hangman” seresin

exhausted didn’t even begin so describe how you felt after your shift at work, it’s like there isn’t even a busy season it’s just always busy. you open the front door after struggling with the lock for longer than you care to admit, it’s empty since jake is still deployed over seas. you throw your bag and jacket on the couch and it responds with an oof.

“shh i have a headache” you responded without thinking too tired to register that your couch just talked— well made sound not really talked per say. wait couches don’t talk. “wait..”

“did you just shush me?” jake asks turning on the light next to the couch. you turn around and try to process the fact that he’s here in the house like right now with you not over seas. you run to him and basically pin him down to the couch with your body as you hug him tightly.

“you’re home. you’re here like actually here” you say burying your face into his neck.

“thought it would be a nice surprise. i’m a little concerned on how long it took you to register that someone was in the house though.”

“long day, you’ve made it so worth it”

“aww pumpkin” he kisses you gently while you hold his face. “i missed you too”

❥ natasha “phoenix” trace

you never realize how much you hang out with someone till they’re gone and you know that sounds like natasha is dead, but she might as well be she you don’t get to see her. honestly it sucks having an amazing pilot as a girlfriend cause she’s always busy when deployed cause she’s the best. curse her incredible skill and hard work.

as sappy as it sounds you love looking through your photos with her when she’s away, sure it makes you feel sad but also makes you look forward to seeing her again. when she’s away you like to try to plan a date for when she gets home and when she told you that she’d be coming home in a couple of months you wanted to getting started sooner rather than later.

so after you come home from your quick trip to the store you find natasha standing in the house with flowers in hand smiling that beautiful smile right at you and at first you’re truly too stunned to speak.

“surprised much?” she places the flowers down on the table beside her. “i just missed you so much i had to come home early” you’re still in shock, then you snap yourself out of it and run into her arms.

“i am so surprised, i missed you so much”

you hugs her tightly and you both fall into a comfortable silence once she kisses the side of your head. until you break it with a gasp.

“i didn’t have time to get all the ‘welcome home’ date stuff” she laughs.

“i can wait a little longer for the ‘welcome home’ date”

❥ robert “bob” floyd

bob is awful at keeping secrets and even worse at executing surprises but he was determined to have this surprise for you be successful, so much so that he had natasha get you out of the house just a little so he could set up flowers he bought down the street and some romantic candles.

you were a tiny bit confused on why natasha asked you to go grocery shopping with her but you had nothing else to do and you love her company so you didn’t mind in the end. little did you know that natasha had to make up an excuse to get you out of the house for at least and hour or two so bob could set up and the first thing that came to her mind was grocery shopping. she didn’t need to go grocery shopping yet here she was standing with you in the produce section wondering which apples to get.

“so granny smith? no no macintosh” you roll your eyes. you love hanging out with natasha but she was really hung up on which apple to buy and it had almost been a half hour.

“nat, it’s an apple”

“okay but they’re all so different” she replies back praying in the back of her mind that bob is almost done and by the grace of the almighty she receives a text for the all clear.

“you know you’re right this is a waste of time who needs food let’s go” she takes your arm and drags you out of the store entirely to your surprise.

“wait what i thought you needed to—”

“let me bring you home” you are baffled at your friends out of character actions but let her do her thing anyhow. when you get home your jaw is on the floor with everything that bob has set up.

“ta da! how’d i do? i kept a secret for once.” he smiles at you happily. you run into his arms and hug him tightly.

“oh my god baby you actually surprised me” he laughs and kisses you gently while waving off phoenix who was standing in the doorway.

❥ reuben “payback” fitch

reuben wanted to see how long you could go without noticing that he was home, not one of his brightest ideas really specially since you had just watched a horror movie the previous night.

he arrived back early in the morning and unlocked the door to your house quietly and went to the hall closet to put his things out of sight so you wouldn’t see them and instantly realize he was home. before long he heard you wake up start to make your way downstairs. he carefully placed down some flowers in the kitchen table and hide behind the door.

you woke up with an awful headache and just felt in your bones that today wasn’t going to be good, nevertheless you walked downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast alone. being half asleep you didn’t even notice the roses placed on the table until you turned around and reuben was behind you.

the scream you let out could’ve broken glass.

“baby baby relax it’s just me!”

“REUBEN!” you tried to calm your breathing. “i am going to kill you”

“i’m sorry i’m sorry!” he feels awful but he can’t help but laugh at your reaction a bit. “baby i’m sorry” his hand takes yours as you scowl at him. he kisses your cheek multiple times while apologizing.

“you are so lucky that i missed you”

❥ mickey “fanboy” garcia

believe it or not mickey decided against surprising you in a big way, he was far too tired. when mickey got home to you it was very late at night and he just wanted to hold you. placing his bag quietly down on the edge of the bed, he stripped off his uniform and glances over to you sleeping soundly in bed.

“my love” he whispers softly has you feel him climb into bed with you.

“mickey?” your voice is scratchy then you expected.

“hey baby” he pulls you into his arms. “i’m sorry i took so long” he kisses the side of your head and then your nose.

“i missed you”

“i missed you too, now go back to sleep you can process that i’m here in the morning”

“mmm okay” you feel sleep take hold of you once again as you close your eyes. you think about how mickeys finally home and a warmth spreads across your chest. he’s home with you.

you move your hand to hold mickeys and squeeze it gently before kissing it softly. he chuckles quietly.

“goodnight honey”

❥ javy “coyote” machado

“javy?”

“ta da!” javy stands in the doorway with his arm opened.

“javy!” you shout booking it across the living room into his opened arms. “you’re back so early!”

“i wanted to surprise you of course” he squeezes you tightly and takes in your scent.

“you smelling me again weirdo?”

“..no” you laugh at his hesitation. javy has always had this weird thing about how you smell, he says it’s comforting and he wishes it was a candle that he could light. you call him a weirdo.

“you weirdo!”

“okay okay, yes but i missed you and you smell amazing!” you chuckle at him.

“i missed you too” he pulls away to look at you and moves some hair out of your face to kiss you gently. his kisses always have made you feel weightless. gosh you missed his kisses so much and him i guess.

before you can be completely lost in your own thoughts javy scoops you up to take you to the bedroom so you can show him how much you truly missed his kisses.

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[missathlete31]

Just A Scratch- Part 1

A dramatic angsty Hannix prompt:

Warnings: Phoenix is put into an uncomfortable and unwanted position at the bar so please be wary if anything like that sounds triggering to you.

It all happens so quickly. One minute Phoenix is heading over to Penny to get a round of drinks at the bar and the next second she is being pushed up against the panel-sided wall by a drunk man who's hands find the swell of her ass like they have a homing beacon. Before she can even react he is there, in her space and getting closer, face showcasing a smugness in the way he leers confidently down at her. She's been hit on before of course, and usually reacts better, but something about it happening at the Hard Deck of all places, an establishment that has become like a second home for all the Daggers, puts Natasha in such shock that she can only stare back at the man unmoving.

"Well aren’t you a sight” the man speaks; his breath hot on her ear as he somehow seems to come even closer into her personal space. Natasha can’t contain her shiver, her unease palpable as her mind screams at her to push him off and get out of there and yet her body stays put. It’s not like she’s drunk; Phoenix was the last of the Daggers to arrive and hadn’t even managed to get a drink yet but somehow she is as frozen as a deer in headlights as this stranger gives her ass another squeeze with a grin.

Her lack of fight emboldens the drunken man. Perhaps he is mistaking it for her being interested although from the way he has her virtually trapped against the far wall of the bar, Natasha has a feeling he is the type of predator that enjoys making his prey feel ensnared. She raises a hand and tries to push back, finding enough of herself to recognize she needs out of this situation immediately, but the man bats her attempts at escape away with a chuckle. “If you want to get handsy baby, I suggest we go some place a little more private.”

“Let me go” it’s the first Natasha has spoken and she would be embarrassed by the lack of power in her voice if she wasn’t so freaked out by the whole situation. The man shakes his head with a condescending look, almost as though he finds the female aviator adorable. “Oh sweetie, don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya-“

“I said-“ her voice raises as she pushes against the man’s chest again to try and find a path to escape, “let me go.”

“But we are having so much fun” one more squeeze to her butt and then the man is moving to cradle her face, framing the stands of hair that fall over her face. Natasha opted to wear civilian clothes with her hair down today, a decision she regrets as the man in front of her continues to show her no respect. She knows this sort of thing wouldn’t happen if she was in uniform, remembering all the times she’s been called a frigid stick up the ass when she told men no in her khakis. Channeling that power, that strength that she possess when she wears her Lieutenant bars and soon to be Lieutenant Commander if Maverick is right about the ceremony at the end of the month, Natasha gives another push, harder to the point the man actually stumbles a step. He isn’t deterred, merely smiling as he shifts a lock of her hair behind her ear and dares to kiss the spot of skin he removed it from. “Beautiful and a little feisty, my favorite combination-“

“Then you’ll love me” a voice announces and it would be comical how fast the drunk man’s head snaps up at the sound if the whole circumstances wasn’t so scary. Phoenix turns as well, finally feeling a moment of calm as she notices Hangman of all people have come over, his eyes assessing the situation quickly and picking up on her unease. He’s wearing his khakis’ as usual, one of the few Daggers to still dress in regulation despite being on their mandated month of leave. The military Ken doll look works on him though, usually combined with his infuriating smirk and winking sea green eyes. That’s not who stands in front of Phoenix right now though, the flirty and playful Jake gone, replaced with the stone cold killer that Nat only sees on missions.  Tonight, Hangman looks livid, lips thin and eyes narrowed as he stares at the man holding Natasha hostage with a glare that would make smarter men run for the hills. The drunk doesn’t seem fazed though, or perhaps he has a death wish, because instead of backing off the man just scoffs Seresin’s way, “Find your own bitch” he warns, sparing Jake no more as he pushes back into Natasha’s body, a bulge in his pants hitting her hip and making this state of affairs a hell of a lot more real.

The pressure only last a second before the drunken man is ripped away from Phoenix and sent careening to the ground the other way. Before the female aviator can even process what is happening, Jake is in front of her, the expression on his face concerned though his eyes still look murderous. “Are you alright?” he asks immediately, his gaze scanning her for injuries while his hands hover without touching. Natasha knows she owes Jake some kind of thank you for saving her but something about Hangman being the one to see her so vulnerable and scared makes Phoenix raise her defenses, the defenses she should have had up from the beginning so she could have fought off the strange man herself. With embarrassment crippling her, she tries to roll her eyes, "I didn't need your help" she comments quickly, hurrying to hide the fluster off her face from the speed of the assault she just endured.

Jake barely blinks at her attitude, eyes still staring, still assessing, "But are you o-“ he’s cut off when suddenly a bottle breaks over his head, sending Hangman stumbling down to one knee from the force of the blow as glass rains all around them. Nat looks up to see her predator coming back, the other half of the broken bottle in his shaking hands, “you’re mine” he states, anger now in his tone from this delay in his conquest. He moves to take another step, but Hangman is up to the task, lunging up and tackling the man away from Phoenix once more.

The altercation has gained the whole bars attention at this point. The music of the piano cut away as everything descends into chaos. Natasha can see Jake land a punch before he is flipped over and lost in the movement of bodies converging on the two fighting men.

Phoenix is yanked immediately away from the wall and the fighting by Payback, who as the tallest of the group is able to spot her quickly as the other Daggers join the fight to back up Seresin. He deposits her over to Halo and Bob, a move that normally would anger Natasha for being ‘handled’ but she is still so shocked by the turn of events that she allows her friends to all but cocoon her in their safety. Pulled over to the side and out of the scuffle, Phoenix is able to watch as the men of her squadron rip the drunken man away from their teammate and throw him towards a corner booth. The man is bleeding from his nose and a split lip, and yet still he tries to fight his way away. Luckily the Daggers seem too formidable for him to overcome and they manage to box him in to the cushion, an image so similar to what the man did to her that Phoenix has to look away. She hears vaguely as Penny yells the police are on their way but Natasha’s attention soon becomes fixated on her savior. Jake is getting clear of the melee, Javy helping him over to a barstool, as blood covers the left side of his head and continues to trickle. Before she even thinks about it, Nat is moving, startling Bob and Callie with how quickly she is heading towards the bar top.

Just as she arrives Rooster is coming over too, handing Jake a towel to hold pressure as Javy runs to get ice. She watches Jake wince the minute the fabric hits his cut, the white of the cotton turning red quickly like it’s already done Seresin’s hair and skin. Natasha isn’t squeamish but the image is more than off-putting especially because it is her fault that the man is hurt anyway. Jake rubs his other hand along his jaw, showcasing the beginning of a bruise no doubt from a punch in the brawl.

Beside the injured aviator, Rooster lets out a long breath, “Penny is asking for an ambulance, just sit tight man-“

“Not needed” Jake moves to shake his head, and then as though thinking better of it, refrains. “I’m fine” though the way he teeters even while seated negates his entire argument. Bradshaw opens his mouth to argue but Nat beats him to it.

“Jake-“ Phoenix manages, because calling him Bagman right now feels wrong, “Oh god Jake-“ before she can say more, both men turn to look at her, wearing identical looks of concerns.

“Nat you alright?” Bradley asks at the same moment that Jake tries to stand and ask the same thing. Rooster pushes him back towards the barstool with barely any pressure, before turning to the female pilot again, “did he hurt you?” the mustached man asks.

“No, I’m fine. But, Jake he- God, I’m so sorry-“

“None of this is your fault Phoenix” Hangman answers, earning a look of approval from Bradley for not allowing Natasha to even try to feel any guilt for the night’s events.

“But- but your head-“

“A cheap shot, it’s nothing” though they can all see the wince when Jake tries to move the towel off. Bradley stands closer, looking over the top of Jake’s head, and giving a long whistle, “I think you’re going to need stitches Seresin” he shares gravely.

“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.”

“A scratch that is ruining all your clothes right now” Bradley points out, emphasizing the now bloody collar of Jake’s khaki’s. It’s said with exasperation and concern, both Bradshaw and Seresin embracing the new level of friendship they had managed to reach after the success of the mission.

“Head wounds bleed a lot” the blonde reasons dismissively, “I’m good.”

“Yeah too good to be true right?”

Before Jake can reply to Bradshaw with his normal quips, Penny arrives, motherly concern on full display as she shuffles Jake towards the office where she keeps her first aid kit. Javy follows the pair, the four shots the man already had during the night making him more of a hindrance than a help, but still they manage. With Hangman gone, Natasha feels cold, not liking the man being out of her sight especially with him being so hurt because of her. As though he can read her mind, Bradley moves closer to Phoenix’s side, not touching her but providing comfort by making sure to block her from the view of her assaulter and the view of Jake’s blood on the floor.

Bob arrives with a glass of water, kind enough not to comment when Natasha’s hands shake when she grips it. Her WSO knows her better at this point than to ask her if she is okay, instead offering her a kind voice, “do you need anything?” he asks.

She shakes her head, ��I’m good” she manages, naturally thinking of Jake with that choice of words and cursing herself when her lip wobbles with emotions. Bob, sensing all, places a gentle hand on her forearm “the minute he saw that man get in your space he was off” the bespectacled man supplies.

“What?”

“Hangman, I don’t think I ever seen him so worried. He didn’t even wait for Rooster or Coyote, he just barged on over to get to you.”

“Well you know how he likes to play savior” she murmurs though she hates herself for even saying those words out loud.

Bob eyes her for a moment, reading her mind like he always seems able to do, before shaking his head. “You know better than that” he speaks sadly, disappointment evident. “When I first met you all I thought you both were-“ he stops, pausing to follow Nat’s eyes that can’t seem to help but follow to the back room that Jake has left to go to. “You should talk to him. He- He’s not quite what I thought” Bob decides to share, squeezing his pilot’s arm one last time before giving her a moment.

Phoenix lets out a shaky breath. Its information she can’t process right now, not with the smells of the drunken man’s cologne and Hangman’s blood still under her nose. She wishes she could dismiss Bob’s observation as being misinterpreted but Natasha knows it’s not fair to Bob or Jake. In truth, she’s known Jake Seresin for a decade and though the man has been a thorn in her side, he’s also always been an ally. He’s pushed her harder than any other pilot or teacher ever has, and never looked down on her for being a woman like some of the other men has. In all honesty, if the turf war between him and Bradshaw hadn’t forced Natasha to pick a side, Phoenix knows Jake would be one of her closest friends, maybe even more at this point. They always had a good relationship, a give and take that kept things interesting and fun. She also isn’t blind; able to admit that Jake looks as good as he claims. Could it be that Jake feels the same way? Bob seems to imply as much, and the man’s deductions have been nothing but right since the day she met her WSO in the bar before the mission.

Natasha’s eyes turn back to the office door at the end of the hallway. The door is still closed and Nat knows that somewhere inside Jake is probably still bleeding because of her; hurting because of her. She wants to get to him, to thank him, to apologize, to hold his hand every time he wants to wince from the pain she has caused him. In the span of a few minutes Phoenix realizes that she cares for Jake Seresin, in ways that disguised itself as friendship and camaraderie but feels so much more now. She takes a few steps forward, ready to throw caution to the wind and just be there for the man, when the door flies open and a frantic Coyote runs out. His hands are red with Jake’s blood and the fear in his eyes are enough to almost stop Nat’s heart right there. “SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE” he screams, shocking the room silent, “NOW!”

And then everything descends back into chaos.

[mindyabusines]

ok so, my two favourite headcanons for tgm (both cast confirmed and just headcanon) are

1. Jake and Bradley are exes, the break up was Bradley’s fault, neither of them really got over it and Jake was utterly heartbroken

2. Jake and Javy are best friends, have been since they were young

the combination of this is, obviously, Javy being determined to protect Jake from Bradley this time around because seeing Jake heartbroken again was not an option. That’s his brother. Bradley’s a friend but Jake comes first. Based on this, a scenario:

The entire Dagger Squad is at the Hard Deck for the night. Bradley upsets Jake somehow. Maybe he plays a song that reminds Jake of their relationship or he says something insensitive (by accident of course) and

Jake goes cold. He shifts his weight and Coyote’s eyes catch it. He notices Jake’s grip on the pool cue tighten just a tad and his face lose colour as his mouth tightens.

Aw shit.

He watches Jake put down the pool cue and calmly move towards the door. Coyote feels for him. He’ll talk to him later, Jake prefers a minute alone when he’s upset. Javy feels anger simmer in his gut as he watches Bradley’s face fall while watching Jake exit. Hasn’t he done enough? Does he have to make it worse? But then, like Bradley heard him and took that as a challenge, he rises and moves to follow Jake outside.

Oh hell no. No way, jackass.

And just like that, the rage he felt in his gut is calling the shots. Suddenly, Javy is crossing the room to cut Bradley off before he can get to the door. Bradley may be taller than Jake but Coyote isn’t small by any means. And Coyotes caught him off guard.

Bradley skids to a stop with a shocked face as he looks at Coyote blocking the door, the other Daggers just as shocked. Coyote isn’t usually an aggressive guy. He’s as relaxed as they come. But his eyes narrow as he stands firm in the route to the door. Thinks of the tears in Jakes eyes on the night Bradley broke his heart. Thinks of holding him as he wailed, eating ice cream and watching movies together until the early morning on nights he couldn’t sleep alone. Thinks of watching his brother shatter at the hands of someone he trusted with him implicitly.

Go ahead. Give me a reason.

Bradley keeps his eyes on Javy as he goes to walk around the man blocking him. Javy doesn’t even blink before shoving him backward with one hand, Bradley hitting the edge of an empty table and tipping the empty beer bottles on top over with an echoing ring. It was barely a shove, nowhere near enough to hurt someone as built as Rooster but it gets the point across.

“Coyote, what the hell?” Phoenix says with confusion. His eyes flick over to her for just a minute and takes in her furrowed expression but can’t find it in himself to feel guilty. She’d do the same for Bradley.

It’s all the opening Rooster needs to dart around Javy and get out the door to find Jake still standing outside, unaware of what’s transpired inside.

Javy sighs. He looks back to Phoenix with annoyance, knowing she did that on purpose to give Rooster an opening. Phoenix looks back without repentance. He’d do the same for Jake, she thought with certainty.

[bradshawsbaby]

💍 What about Rooster and Mrs Bradshaw celebrating one of their child's birthday with all of the squadron there, I think it would be so cute 😍

Happy birthday btw, I hope you're having an amazing day ❤️

(Sorry if my english is bad, not my first language😖)

For the 2K/Birthday Celebration!

(Your English is perfect, Anon! I hope you enjoy! ❤️)

“Smile, Goose! Goose! Over here, honey!” Penny called, holding up her cell phone and trying to snap a clear photograph.

“Goose, look at Aunt Penny! Smile for Aunt Penny, baby,” you cooed in a sing-song voice, pointing towards the camera.

“Come on, buddy,” Bradley said encouragingly, squeezing your son’s stomach playfully. “One big smile for the paparazzi.”

You and Bradley were squatting on either side of Goose’s high chair, trying as hard as you possibly could to get your son to look up so that you could get a nice family picture to commemorate his first birthday. But it was hopeless. Your son had no interest in anything besides the cake that was sitting in front of him, which he was currently digging his fingers into.

“Maybe we should try taking the cake away,” you whispered over Goose’s head, blowing a lock of hair out of your face as you looked over at your husband.

“A suicide mission if I’ve ever heard,” Bradley grimaced, glancing down at the slice of cake, which was now being crushed in both of Goose’s chubby fists.

Sighing softly, you glanced up. “It’s okay, Penny. I’m sure the candids you got are great,” you told her, starting to rise from your position on the grass.

Penny had been gracious enough to host Goose’s first birthday party in her beautifully manicured backyard. She’d insisted on it, in fact. You, Penny, and Amelia had spent all morning decorating—you’d unsurprisingly decided to go with an aviator theme—while Bradley and Mav had prepared all the food on the grill. Your friends had all cleared their schedules to make sure they were available to celebrate the first Dagger Squad baby’s birthday.

“Oh, no, we’ll get it!” Penny insisted, waving you back to your spot. “Goose!” she called again, waving her hand over her head to try to get his attention.

“Baby Bradshaw, you are just as stubborn as your old man,” Hangman smirked, walking over to get a closer view of your failed attempts to capture your son’s attention.

“Oh, shut up,” Phoenix laughed, smacking his stomach as she stepped up beside him. She and Jake had returned from their honeymoon just in time to make it to Goose’s birthday party. “Goose! Look over here at Aunt Phoenix and Uncle Bagman!” she called out, waving her hands over her head.

“Phoenix! He’s going to seriously think that’s my name!” Hangman groaned, waving his hands above his wife’s head as well.

“You guys still haven’t gotten a picture?” Coyote laughed as he walked over, a plate filled with cookies in his hand.

“Seriously?” Payback asked, grinning and shaking his head.

“Come on, Goose! We’re waiting on you to eat cake!” Fanboy joked, stepping up on the other side of Penny and waving his hands in the air as well.

“With the grip he’s got on that thing, I don’t know if any of us are getting cake,” Bob chuckled, pointing at where Goose was now squishing his slice of cake beneath both hands.

“Alright, new mission, Dagger Squad,” you called out, standing up and resting your hands on your hips. “One of you has got to be able to get Goose’s attention. Extra cake for whoever can do it,” you told them with a grin.

Everyone immediately sprang into action, waving their hands and making silly faces and calling out Goose’s name over and over again.

“Come on, Goose, please. For us? For Mommy and Daddy?” Bradley begged, nudging Goose’s arm gently.

“C’mon, talk to me, Goose!” Mav’s voice suddenly boomed across the backyard, startling everyone else. He was standing on the back porch right behind where Penny was standing, waving one of Goose’s birthday gifts in the air. It was a toy jet, attached to a string so that Mav was able to whirl it around his head.

That finally caught your son’s attention. Lifting his head, his eyes crinkled as he smiled and let out a loud laugh. “Mav! Mav!” he cried, waving a frosting-covered hand in the air.

Gasping, Penny held up her cell phone. “Smile! Smile!” she exclaimed.

You and Bradley hurriedly leaned in closer to your son, smiling brightly as Penny snapped away.

“Beautiful!” she beamed, holding up her phone in success.

“That’s a good-looking family right there,” Payback noted with a smile, looking over Penny’s shoulder at the pictures she’d taken.

“Of course it’s Mav who gets the extra cake,” Hangman grumbled, earning another nudge from Phoenix.

“Thank you, Mav!” you called out, grinning widely at him.

“Saving the day, as always,” Bradley smiled, bending down to lift Goose out of his high chair. As soon as he did, however, your son reached up and smashed the cake he’d been holding into your husband’s face.

Everyone burst out laughing at the sight, including you, even as you grabbed a napkin to wipe his face.

“Oh, yeah, that’s your son alright, Bradshaw,” Hangman guffawed, shaking his head in amusement.

“That’s my son,” Bradley nodded, smiling affectionately. “Happy Birthday, Goose.”

[topguncortez]

I'd bet Coyote makes sure his and Val's kids don't forget any important date concerning his dearest father-in-law Warlock, like his birthday and Grandparents day, because he's scared shitless of him 😂

nah because this man is TERRIFIED of his father-in-law, Warlock. Cause their first meeting… yeah it didn’t go so well for ol’ Coyote here.

Warlock has always maintained that “i don’t hate him” type of mentality… but Coyote swears that he does. Val has told Coyote over the years that her dad is a man of little words and many facial expressions.

Warlock is a decorated pilot who has been into combat several times. He’s a man who has seen and done a lot, more than Coyote can even imagine. They have a good bond when it comes to work stuff, it’s just hard for them to realize that it doesn’t have to be 100% professional customs and curtesies all the time. They can let those military bearing walls down every once and a while

but Warlock won’t hesitate to check Coyote if he starts acting a fool.

[princessphilly]

just wanna share sime little thots on Javy but damn does that man look like he gives such good head. He's reserved but when its behing closed doors that mouth can do anything you want ((but you'll have to ask niceky first)) 🥴

Coyote isn’t a boaster like Hangman. Javy doesn’t believe in kissing and telling.

But smile at him and asking him very nicely… you’ll have this Dagger Squadron pilot sit you on his face. But you’ll be done when Coyote decides you’re done and that could be 3 or 4 or 6 orgasms on his tongue. Because Navy Pilots get the job done

[sailor-aviator]

Javy "Coyote" Machado Drabbles

Hi! This is where I keep the various drabbles I've written for Javy "Coyote" Machado either through asks or by text posts! These are ones that aren't connected with a specific story. For the ones I've written for different fics, please visit those respective pages. If you enjoy my writing, consider buying me a ko-fi!

* indicates smut or suggestive content.

Masterlist

Nothing to see here yet...

[princessmisery666]

Beep (Drabble)

Warnings: mention of plane crash, injury, language.

A/N: not beta'd. Found it in my WIPs, was originally going to be for @callsign-phoenix challenge but I could never get to the part with the prompt so it is what it is.

W/C: 400

The incessant beeping drives Jake slightly crazy. He doesn’t know why he needs the heart monitor now. He’s out of the woods, at least that’s what the doctors claim. The thrum of his heartbeat just reminds him that the road to recovery is going to be long and hard. Each beep is a representation of each step he’s going to need to take to get his ass back in the air. 

He’s fine. Really. He’s fine. A busted kneecap (that required surgery), a couple broken ribs, a bad concussion, superficial cuts and bruises. It could have been worse. But just to rub salt in his wound he wasn’t taken out by an enemy aircraft, malfunctioning equipment or his own ego - which he knows will cost him one day. But not today. Nope. A bird. 

A fucking bird brought Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin to his knees.

Phoenix further saved his ass and managed to get out of his way before he made friends with her canopy but he still clipped her wing and the rest is a spinning blur before he woke up in the hospital.

The Dagger Team takes turns visiting him. But Phoenix and Bob have visited him every day, each spending a few hours with him; playing cards or watching movies - including a few chick-flicks that Phoenix has sworn to never reveal he actually enjoyed.

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

He growls and turns the volume up on the tv. It’s Friday night, he should be shooting pool with Coyote at the Hard Deck not watching Friends reruns.

The door opens and he’s surprised to see Coyote, Phoenix, Bob and Rooster pile into the room. They’re all in their civilian clothes so he assumes its a drive-by on their way to the Hard Deck. But they all look suspiciously smug.

“Please tell me you're busting me out of here?” he asks, a swell of hope filling his chest. He doesn’t even care if he has to go in a wheelchair, he just needs the bleeping beeping to stop.

“We’re not,” Natasha says. “We’re here to bust your balls.”  

His brow creases and he sees the delight they all take in his confusion. “You’re right to be confused,” Bradley elaborates. 

“As we all were,” Bob offers. 

Javy adds, “so confused and personally, a little hurt.”

“What did I do now?” he asks, rolling his eyes at their theatrics. 

As if practised they chorus; “You’re married!”

“Fuck!”

BeepBeepBeepBeepBeep.

Master Lists: Top Gun Maverick // All The Fandoms

[redfurrycat]

🦎🦾🛫🦿Incorrect Quotes/Drabbles Top Gun & Pacific Rim AU - Series🦿🛫🦾🦎

Coyote and Phoenix are talking in the dining hall of the Miramar Shatterdome. They exchange stories about their respective families, it's a very enjoyable conversation they're having until...

Coyote: Hold on, Phoe, my coyote senses are tingling through the phantom sensations of the drift. All of a sudden I feel extremely annoyed and horny at the same time.

Phoenix, teasing: Jav', I didn't know you were feeling that way about me. It's funny tough. 'Cause I was sure you were more into Too-Precious-For-This-World Bespectacled Cinnamon Roll.

Coyote, flushed and annoyed: I have no idea what you're talking about...

Phoenix: Sure you don't.

Coyote: ... but for real? I have absolutely NO REASON to feel annoyed and horny right now... Unless...

[Coyote looks all over the dining room until his eyes stop at two male figures talking wayyyyy too close to each other. Like their lips are almost touching.]

Coyote: *groans* I can't do this anymore! I can't deal with Jake's bullshit! As soon as he sees Bradley, he's as hungry for human flesh as a Kaiju!

Phoenix: RIGHT?! I tell you this in confidence, but if I have to wake up moaning Jake's name one more time. I will personally pluck Bradley's feathers!

[Phoenix and Coyote commiserate together and promise to see each other later with a bottle of alcohol from the black market they're going to happily drink to forget.]

[Meamwhile Jake and Bradley find the way to be even closer than before... They keep "talking" totally oblivious to the others' presence and to their feelings.]

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[mothdruid]

Happy birthday and happy 3k!! 🥳

For your requests, I was thinking smutty prompt list number 18 with Javy. Maybe birthday inspired since it’s your birthday?

thank you very much anon!!! i hope you enjoy the blurb/drabble!

this is 18+, mdni.

Javy laid there, watching your sleeping form. The crest and trough of each breath mesmerizing him. The sun had started to leak in from behind the curtains, providing barely enough light for him to make out your features. A plain sheet was covering your nude form, the form he had spent all night worshiping. 

It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, but today was a special day. It had been special since midnight last night. 

Javy loved your birthdays just as much as you did. He regularly worshiped the ground you walked on, but this day he got to do it to the extreme. And last night he just wanted to show you how much he loved your body. Every curve and stretch mark, all the things that kept his mind occupied when he was on leave. 

He traced a small pattern on the skin of your shoulder. He planned on worshiping you again this morning. Or at least once before you two left for the activities he had planned for your big day. 

A soft noise left you, your body shifting slightly but not pulling away. The sheet covering you moved lower, uncovering your chest for him. Javy watched the cool air of the room harden your nipples. He let out a soft noise of his own, deciding what better way to wake you up than by worshiping you. 

He leaned over you, pressing his lips lightly to the skin of your clavicle. His lips trailed further towards your chest, the destination they craved. His tongue soft licked at the hardened bud, taking it into the warm expanse of his mouth. He swirled his tongue around your nipple, listening for any sounds you might make. 

One of his hands snaked under the sheet covering your lower half. His fingers crept to the apex of your legs, dipping between them and slipping through your folds. Your legs parted, allowing for more access. His fingers rubbed soft, slow circles on your clit as his tongue swirled around your nipple. 

Your lashes fluttered, breath hitching when you woke up. You felt pleasure mounting in your body. You looked down, seeing your boyfriend attached to your chest. A moan fell from you as a smile appeared on your face. You let your head fall back into your pillow. 

“Happy birthday to me.”

[whohasthecards]

HC that after the mission and the dagger squad gets closer, Mav ramps up his petnames game as he showers his adopted children with affection. He doesn't even notice he does it. The first few times everyone was embarassed, but leaned to it. However, they realized that Hangman seemed to be affected the most. Constantly blushing or looking down or shutting up whenever Mav gave him a particularly affectionate pet name.

Most commonly used by Mav/Ice to everyone: Buddy, Kiddo, Kid, Son, Baby

Some of the most used petnames for the squad (although he uses the same nicknames for the others, some nicknames stuck more to certain people):

---

The dagger squad stayed over for the night after movie night went on for far too long. Most of them still sprawled around the living room, some on the couch, air mattress, or straight up on the floor. Bob woke up the earliest that day and started up the coffee.

Mav clambered down a moment after, drawn by the scent and Bob handed him a mug.

Mav smiled at him and reached out to ruffle his hair, "Thank you, sunshine."

Mav clambered out the kitchen saying something about ordering breakfast for them, as Bob stood there blinking mouth wide open.

---

Phoenix and Mav were debating strategy regarding case studies of past missions that could be applied in the future. The argument got a bit heated as they couldn't decide on the best solution for one of the sections.

Phoenix sat down with a sigh, "Dammit, both have good points, both have flaws, but the only deciding factor would be the people doing the mission, but it's not like we have detailed information on the personnel for this case study!"

Mav chuckled, "Didn't expect you to get this riled up, how about we put our opinions on what kind of personnel are best suited for each mission, yeah?"

"Sure, Mav," Phoenix muttered. "Hand me that pen?"

"Of course, Firecracker," Mav said smiling as he handed over the pen. "Hey, how about we go on break? There's a bakery nearby I've been meaning to try, and maybe that would reset our minds, yeah?"

Phoenix blinked at the nickname, then started standing up when Mav mentioned a break. "Yeah, let's go, Admiral, you're paying though," Phoenix said smirking at him.

---

"Mav, I need some advice regarding some maintenance on my car, since I know you fix stuff up," Payback said walking beside the older man.

"Sure kid, what's up?"

They started troubleshooting the best course of action, and who to took too to get the plan approved and implemented. This went on for a while until they were both satisfied.

"Thanks, Admiral Mitchell," Payback said smiling shyly as he realized how much of the man's time he took up.

Mav snorted as he clapped a hand around the younger man's shoulder, "Don't start with that Admiral shit when it's just us, kid. Come on Champ, let's get that car of yours fixed up."

---

"--The different seasons of the show have a variety of reviews, personally I found the first season good, and it kind of went a bit downhill from there, but that could just be nostalgia talking--," Fanboy babbled on gesturing wildly as Mav nodded along listening as he got caught up on Pop Culture.

It was very interesting, and as long as Fanbog kept on talking, he'd be able to keep up conversing with the others.

"--and then there's also the movies which are a classic-- oh sorry," Fanboy said suddenly freezing looking down on his lap.

Mav frowned, "What's wrong, kid?"

"I was talking too much and annoying you--"

"No, you weren't," Mav said putting an arm around his shoulder. "Now, come one whiz-zy, tell me more about the movies I should watch."

The smile Fanboy gave him made him realize that he should probably get a Netflix account, now.

---

"8 ball to corner pocket," Coyote said before lining up his shot.

"You got this, kid," Mav said sipping on his beer as the younger man lined his shot up.

Coyote focused on trying to see the angle to bank the cue ball on the rail, to hopefully brush the 8 just enough to push it to the corner. If he messed up, he'd practically be setting Mav up to win.

He took the shot. 8-ball went in.

He gave a small cheer in celebration as he whirled around to look at Mav who gave him a salute with his beer.

"You're buying drinks, old man," Coyote said grinning wildly as he rested his cue stick on the wall.

"Of course, Cub," Mav said patting the younger man's back as he walked to the bar to order one of those fancy craft beers the younger man, liked.

---

Bradley woke up to the white ceilings of the sick-bay, where he was herded to with Mav after that suicide-not-so-suicide, mission.

"You up, buddy?"

Bradley turned his head to his side to see Mav, sitting up on his own bed, munching on, McDonald's?

"How'd you get, McDonald's-?" Bradley croaked out, squinting to see if this was real.

Mav snorted, before eating another fry, "Ice brought us some, here's your share, kiddo," Mav said standing up to hand Bradley his own greasy, McDonald's paper bag.

"Are you supposed to be standing up-? Are we supposed to be eating this?" Bradley said sitting up as he took the food handed to him.

"Hey, do you want the food or not?" Mav said , raising a brow.

"... Thank you, for the food, Mav," Bradley said as he munched on his fries.

Mav gave him a bright smile, before pulling Bradley in for a quick hug and a kiss to the forehead. "Of course, Baby Goose."

Bradley stared up at Mav wide-eyed as the older man pulled away and Mav noticing this, winced.

"Sorry, Rooster, I shouldn't have overstepped-"

"NO! No, it's fine," Bradley said looking down on the food on his lap as he tugged lightly on the older man's shirt. "It's fine, Uncle Mav."

He missed this.

---

Jake felt a hand run through his hair, making him humm in content as he leaned towards the touch.

"Hey, buddy, how are we doing today?" The gentle voice of his Captain said.

Jake blinked his eyes open, wondering why Mav was here sitting on the edge of the bed. Wait. Where is he?

"Mav?" Jake croaked out.

"That's me, buddy, are you feeling better?" Mav said continuing to stroke Jake's haid.

Right, he was sick, Mav noticed, brought him home to sleep in his guest room for a nap..

"Hmmm, not sure, a bit I guess," Jake said. "What time is it?"

"Dinner time, are you up for some soup?" Mav asked as Jake shrugged.

"Not really hungry."

"How about some soup and hot chocolate?" Mav asked, smiling when he saw Jake perk up.

His hot chocolate was one of Dagger Squad's favorites.

"Can I have extra whipped cream?" Jake asked, eyes pleading up at Mav as he nuzzled towards the older man's side.

Mav kept on running his hand through Jake's hair as he pressed a smile to the boy's temple. "Of course, little prince."

---

Later on the Dagger Squad practically combusts when Iceman starts doing the same thing to them.

[thedroneranger]

Daggers on Draught 🍻 Drinking Drabbles

Guise, it's only been a few days, and I already miss the Daggers on Draught series. So, tell me:

Drop your why in a reblog or the comments!

[annepsilvaauthor]

Fighter Weapons — Chapter 2

Pairing(s): Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC (Claire Mitchell) / Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Summary: An untold story. A series that shows what happened during the Top Gun of our beloved pilots of Top Gun: Maverick.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Word Count: 2.980

Author note: I'm back, my loves, with another chapter of this series!! I know there's information or headcannons going on around about Hangman's life and some points may even appear around here, but the rest will follow as I imagine his life to be. Next chapter will be focused more on Rooster and someone else.

Prologue | Chapter 1

ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀᴛᴏᴡɴ, sᴀɴ ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ

Hangman walked through the base premises wearing jeans, white blouse and green leather jacket. Aviator's sunglasses covered his feline eyes. The toothpick danced on his tongue as he passed by the other pilots. He smiled as if he had been there for years and owned the place. The pilots whispered to each other looking at him. Great. He really wanted that. Everyone was already noticing him.

He entered the corridor that gave access to the dormitories. He turned right towards the male accommodation. But first he took a quick look at the women's accommodation in search of some fun. Unfortunately, it seemed empty. Maybe no woman has been selected.

He made his way to his room. Upon entering, he saw a room like others he was in, but slightly smaller. There were only two single beds with thin mattresses covered by a white bed set. Next to each bed there was a nightstand and a chest of drawers in the center, in which he would have to share space with another pilot.

He was surprised that his roommate hasn't arrived yet, after all who would be late for something so exciting? What was more important than that? Maybe he couldn't stand the pressure of learning from the best of the best. That wouldn't be bad for Hangman. One less to get in his way.

He put the green backpack on the bed, which, like all, didn't fit him perfectly, but he was already used to it. He slept fifteen days on a ship with smaller beds than that. It wasn't a mattress that would stop him from being the best.

Hangman kept his belongings on the nightstand and on the chest of drawers spaciously. The other pilot would find a way to keep his own things, because the first one was always exclusive. He changed his clothes for the gray aviator's uniform. Fuck! He looked amazing in those clothes.

Before leaving the room, he heard his cell phone ring and watched the screen. It was Anna, his sister. She smiled like the happiest girl on earth next to Carol, her daughter, in the photo. He sighed before answering, because he knew she wouldn't call just to know how he was. Hangman knew what would happen in a few days in his family.

"Your best brother speaking." He played with the convinced air.

"Although you are my only brother, I still have my doubts!" she said excitedly on the other side and he smiled. Anna always welcomed him warmly. "How is the most important brother in the world? Does everyone already know that you are the best?"

"If they don't know, they'll know soon. I'm sure I'm the only one here who managed to carry out an armed slaughter."

"Of course. You don't have that foundationless prancing nose!"

They both laughed at the comment, since it wasn't exactly true. He heard murmurs from Carol.

"How is my favorite niece?"

"Uncle Jake!" She practically screamed on the line. Hangman had to move his cell phone away a little, still smiling. "I miss yoooou!"

"Miss you too, my aviator. Uncle Jake is very busy."

"Mom said you carry junk in the sky."

"Your mother is jealous of Uncle Jake because I have the coolest job in the world." He provoked, because he knew Anna still listened. "Saving lives in a hospital is not the same as saving lives at 40,000 feet high, my aviator."

"She doesn't like it when you call me an aviator, Uncle Jake." she said tearfully.

"Your mom is annoying."

"Okay. Enough of Uncle Jake for you today." Anna took over the call. "You know very well that you shouldn't put these ideas in her head."

"You should stop being afraid of Mrs. Margaret and Mr. Elliot, sis."

"And you should stop calling them that. They are our parents!" Hangman rolled his eyes. "Besides, I don't want Carol to be at risk of her life in heaven. Only crazy people like that."

"I present you the craziest person on this earth! And why should I care about the way I call them? If I'm no longer a child to them, I shouldn't call them parents." he said with some anger.

"Jake, you know it's not like that."

"I don't want to talk about them. I am happy to be here at Top Gun and that at least one person is proud of me in this family."

"Oh, my brother. I've always been proud of you, of your courage to face mom and dad."

"Actually, I was talking about Carol." He laughed hard at his sister's grumbling. "Thank you for supporting me...but you didn't just call me about that, did you?"

"You remembered." She took a serious tone. "They want you to be there."

He laughed in debauchery and scratched the back of his neck, impatient.

"They know I'm not going. That's why they asked you to call me."

"Jake, that's important to them. You know that."

"Why should I care about that? My graduation from the Naval Academy was also something important. They didn't go. When I was promoted to Lieutenant, they weren't there either. And now that I was chosen as one of the best sixteen pilots in the world, they didn't bother to make a fucking phone call to congratulate me!" His voice was deep, holding back the anger that his sister didn't deserve to receive. "If that was all you had the most to say to me, I've heard it. My answer is no."

Anna remained silent for another whole minute waiting for Jake to calm her spirits completely. She had learned from a young age that her older brother had a short wick, but expressed it differently. Sometimes he kept quiet, sometimes he took out all his anger in words. He needed a moment.

"Okay. I won't insist." She came up with a friendly tone. "Come back there for your training and show them what the Seresin family is capable of."

"Thank you, Anna. You really are the best sister in the world."

"Yeah, I know." She laughed and made kissing sounds before hanging up.

Hangman found himself staring at his cell phone while trying to control his breathing. Family affairs always disconcerted him. Especially when it involved his parents.

He shook his head frantically and kept his cell phone. He took a deep breath and walked out of the room with the thought only of knowing who the other fifteen best drivers were chosen.

Hangman spotted a group of equally uniformed pilots entering through the door of the orientation room and also did the same. Before, however, he made a point of staring at each one from top to bottom superficially studying their ability and felt that none was a match for him.

The room was small, with padded seats in the exact number of pilots divided into two rows. Hangman sat in the left corner, in the corridor armchair, next to Coyote, a friend he met on one of the missions between squads. Since then, they had become almost inseparable, since the members of his squad did not deal very well with Hangman's spirit of leadership nor with his ambition to be the best of the best. Coyote already understood and longed for the same.

"Is there a problem?" Coyote asked when he realized that Hangman was agitated.

"No. I just want to know who here is brave enough to fly with me." he disdained without wanting to touch on the subject of his family again. "Besides you, of course."

"I took a look at their files." he whispered. "It's going to be easy to knock them down one by one."

Hangman smiled in the company of his friend and the two continued talking for a while until the instructors showed up. Everyone wore the aviation uniform, but theirs were blue. One of them took the front of the room and turned on a monitor. Images of planes at war and fighting filled the screen.

He introduced himself as Captain Ernest Helmet, codenamed Blade. And he was responsible for Top Gun's training. He was a man of firm expression, but already appearing to be around sixty years old. So, he started talking:

"During the Korean War, the proportion of Navy kills was twelve to one. We shoot down twelve of your jets for each of ours. In Vietnam, this proportion dropped to three to one. Our pilots depended on missiles. They lost their dogfighting skills." took a short break to stare at each of the pilots. "Top Gun was created to teach the ACM, air combat maneuvers...that is, dogfighting. Richthofen, Guynemer, Rickenbacker, Galland, Rudel, Bong would envy us. We do exactly what they did, but we do it beyond the speed of sound. At the end of Vietnam, we increased our proportion of deaths to thirteen to one."

The instructor kept talking and pointing at the monitor behind him until he finished. He turned on the lights again.

"You are here because you are the top 1% of all naval aviators."

He watched the whole class calmly. There were sixteen young people, divided into four pairs and eight pilots. They were elegant, fit and confident as high school heroes and college athletes.

"You are the elite, the best of the best. We will make you better, because your work is very important."

Hangman played with a toothpick with his tongue while Coyote frantically spun a pencil between his fingers. That "best of the best" cheered him up every time he heard.

"With the tensions in today's world, the potential for confrontation is greater than ever, and aircraft carrier pilots will be the first to arrive. Excellence in air combat is vital."

Suddenly, Hangman's attention shifted to the first row of armchairs, more precisely on the right. He noticed that there were two women there, the only ones in the class. A blonde and a brunette, with their hair stuck in a high and rigid bun. He smiled internally. A little fun.

"Someone once asked me if training men for air combat made the world less safe. Weapons loaded in the sky... an accidental confrontation and so on..."

One of them seemed to feel his gaze on him, because she turned her face towards him and the looks met. It was her. The woman from the bar. Hangman parked the toothpick in place. It was really her. The one he had fun with like never before with a woman. The one who won his family hat, stole his toothpick and denied him a fuck. The brunette with the cutest nose and the most feline tongue he had ever seen.

His heart raced as if it were flying, but he couldn't move his gaze in another direction. He was hooked on her like that night. Since he saw her dance with that slender body and with no intention of seducing anyone, only a woman having fun with her friend in a kind of celebration, could not detach his gaze. It looked like a magnet. Those dark and lit eyes made him hard for the rest of that night and her provocation remained in his mind for the two days that followed.

Damn, it was her right there in front of him.

But he didn't find the same glow in her eyes that time. She widened her eyes, opened her mouth slightly and turned again as if she had never seen him. She seemed shocked, even frightened. So, it would be like that, huh.

"My answer is: the dangerous thing is not to be prepared. Do you want problems? That's what you get when things don't work out, when you can't do what you say you can. When you don't know what you can do. And when your opponents aren't sure either. We're not politicians. We don't do politics. People elected... civilians, do that. We are the instrument of politics. The tip of the spear. So we'd better be sharp."

A man dressed in the Navy's official uniform walked between the ranks and stood by the instructor. This one had a calm, quiet expression, but his black eyes ran through the whole room in defiance.

"Now I would like to introduce our Top Gun Commander. He is a Mig killer six times. He was one of the first men to win the Top Gun Trophy. You won't find a better fighter pilot. His name is Emmet Johnson. Codinome Venom."

Venom walked slowly forward and began to speak with caution and silence:

"You will be moving every minute here. Flying at least two combat missions per day, attending classes and evaluations of your performance during the process." Hentook a break to watch the students absorb the information. "In each sequence you will face a combat challenge. With each combat session it got harder. We'll teach you to fly straight to the hard deck. Faster than you've ever flowed. And... more dangerously."

After a while, the woman looked back at Hangman and he, already recovered from the fright, returned his gaze with a presumptuous smile. They had met before, had fun, but it had been just that. There, they were classmates and opponents.

The woman continued to run her serious look around the room, staring at each student and instructor. He observed a minimal smile on her lips and turned his head towards where she looked. A medium-sized instructor, with well trimmed hair and goatee smiled discreetly back at her. What? Had she had fun with him too?

Hangman looked at her again, noting that her blonde friend whispered in her ear and she returned to pay attention to the instructor in front of them.

"Aren't those...?" Coyote whispered surprised at what he saw.

"Yes, they are."

"What a terrible coincidence." He closed his eyes and massaged his forehead with two fingers. "I wonder what they're whispering? About us?"

"No. She wants to know who is the best here." he said for sure.

As he turned his gaze forward, Hangman was shocked to find Venom looking directly at him, with a murderous smile on his face. He felt caught like a mischievous schoolgirl.

"You know." He smiled as if he had listened to their conversation. "We would like to know who is the best too. That's why we have that sign on the wall... with the Top Top Gun of each class. Do you think maybe your name could be on it?"

Hangman knew he was in trouble. He considered the alternatives and implications of that confrontation and decided to be sincere.

"Yes, sir."

Some ooo's and aahh's were heard by the pilots and he watched a brief smile run on the brunette's lips, but she avoided the look. He also noticed that the instructors stared at him in defiance and he just settled better in the armchair, inflating his chest and smiling with arrogance.

"Considering your company here, I would say that this is a very arrogant attitude."

"Yes, sir." he replied a little punished by Blade's look.

"I like that in a fighter pilot." Some laughs were heard. "There's no harm in being confident. You have to think it's a King Kong to want to try to land on an aircraft carrier. Just keep in mind the other component of success... teamwork."

Hangman watched Venom gather his notes, indicating that the lecture was over.

"Yes, sir." he replied without much conviction.

"Gentlemen...and ladies... This is about combat. Remember, there are no points for second place. Dismissed."

Venom left the place along with the other instructors and the students began to get up, piling up at the end of the room, where the sign with the names of the best in Top Gun was.

Hangman got up and prevented the two women from reaching the sign. The blonde waved to Coyote, who reciprocated with a discreet smile. The brunette fought a battle of looks with Hangman, raising her chin since he was much taller.

"I almost didn't recognize you with all this pose. It doesn't even look like we broke up with you in that bar." he insulted with a malicious smile.

"I see you got another toothpick." She hit back crossing her arms. "Hi."

"Hi." Coyote replied discouraged.

"Tell your friend that we are already adults and that personal matters should not be brought to work."

"I'm right here."

"Really? I barely noticed you without the cowboy hat." the blonde joked.

Hangman inflated his chest even more and took a step forward, staring at the brunette.

"Now that we are all gathered here again, I think we can know your names."

The woman gave a glimpse of a smile, but did not release it. She exchanged glances with her friend in conspiracy and looked at him again. She took a step forward in challenge. They were now an inch away.

"You'll know our names when you see them written on that sign."

Hangman extended his arrogant smile and returned to playing with his toothpick, making a point of prolonging the noise with his tongue. The brunette rolled her eyes and pushed him lightly with her own body, already getting close to the rest of the group.

"The second place sign is in the women's bathroom." Hangman insisted on the provocation.

"Um, that's why I saw your name there." the blonde hit back without looking at him.

"Oh, I found your name." the brunette pointed to the sign, but deviated and offered him her middle finger.

Hangman and Coyote looked at each other dismayed by the situation. That was more than an irony of fate. It was a plan of the devil to take away their peace. They had seen a little of their competitiveness and their personalities. They weren't just any women. They had the determination and courage to try to match with them. Hangman smiled. The fun would start.

[princessphilly]

Thots on Coyote and pussy worship?

He can’t get enough of it.

You can sit on his face, you can be spread out on the bed, you can be in a chair and Coyote’s on his knees; he can’t wait to show you how much he loves your pussy.

It can be his fingers, his tongue, sucking on your clit, tongue fucking you, or just licking all of your slick. He wants you to cream for him, gush for him, squirt for him. Make his face wet over and over again until you both are satisfied