#sunkissed!maverick

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Full of Surprises - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: Inspired by @galaxy-of-stories's post

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: virgin!bob x fem reader, oral (f receiving), p in v, swearing, hangman actually being a decent friend towards bob.

word count: 3k

minors dni below the cut

Bob chewed on his bottom lip nervously as he watched you from across the beach, his dark blue eyes watching you intensely from behind his wire framed glasses. He rarely took part in off-base activities with the rest of the Dagger squad, but today, he’d been coaxed out by Rooster and Phoenix to join the team for a relaxing beach day. What he didn’t know though, was that you would be there. You were Maverick’s niece, and Bob had pretty much instantly fallen for you. Smart, funny, beautiful and friendly - Bob thought you were the whole package. He loved the way your eyes lit up whenever you spoke about something you were interested in, the way your cheeks blushed whenever Maverick and Rooster started reminiscing about your childhood, having grown up playing with Rooster on occasion when you were little, and he loved the way you were so outgoing, and so unlike him. He always hated his incurable shyness, the fact that he struggled so hard to come out of his shell, he resented it, especially now that it made it next to impossible for him to hold a conversation with you. 

“Hey, Baby-on-Board, you coming?” 

Bob turned his head around to face one of the pilots on his squad, Hangman, calling over to him. Bob rolled his eyes at the nickname Hangman had given him and shook his head quickly, his cheeks turning red again. He prayed that the UV rays were strong enough that day that he could lie and say the reddening of his face was due to too much sun exposure, but he knew that wasn’t likely going to work as an excuse on anyone, much less Hangman. The tall blonde pilot raised an eyebrow at Bob as he folded his arms over his broad chest. 

“Jeez, Bagman, don’t you ever wear a shirt?” Bob laughed dryly as he poked fun at Hangman, who had long ditched his t-shirt to show off his sunkissed skin, trying desperately to attract any female attention he could get on the beach.

“Hey, at least I don’t keep mine on the whole time at the beach.” Hangman shrugged as he sat down on the sand beside Bob. “Why do you anyway? I mean, you do all the same workouts as the rest of us do. It’s because you’re covered in chest hair isn’t it?” Hangman smirked as he playfully shoved Bob, flipping his sunglasses down over his eyes.

“No, I just don’t like to,” Bob shrugged his shoulders, “You know me, I’m not one to draw attention to myself.” 

“I hate to break it to you, Bobby, but you’ve definitely drawn someone’s attention,” Hangman grinned at him as he pointed towards you with his thumb as he spoke, “Mav’s niece hasn’t been able to stop herself from giving you the bedroom eyes, it’s hilarious that you haven’t noticed it yet though.”

“Bedroom eyes?” Bob laughed and shook his head, “What the hell are bedroom eyes?” 

“You know,” Hangman put his sunglasses atop his short blonde hair and grinned, imitating the lustful look he was referring to, the one he was so convinced you had for Bob.

“I have never seen anyone make that face in my life, Bagman. Are you bullshitting me?” Bob raised an eyebrow as he leaned back on his palms in the sand and sighed softly as he watched you again. The breeze blew your long hair back and the sunlight hit your tanned skin just right, making you appear to have a sunkissed glow. The sight alone was almost enough to drive Bob crazy. 

“Hah!” Hangman grinned as he pointed at Bob’s facial expression as he watched you, “You’re doing it to her right now!”

“I am not!” Bob protested, shaking his head. “Look, don’t you have something better to do?”

“No, I know I’m a shitty wingman half the time, but this time, I’m making it my personal mission to be yours.” 

Bob sighed again as he rolled his eyes. He knew he wasn’t winning on this one, and Hangman wasn’t going to leave him alone anytime soon. He just wasn’t ready to make a move on you yet. He’d had a handful of girlfriends over the years, but he’d never gone any further than making out for one reason or another, usually due to nerves. As badly as Bob wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to be humiliated in front of you.

“I’m fine,” Bob said through clenched teeth. 

“Dude, you can tell me what your hang up is. I’m not gonna go blab it, I promise,” Hangman said, placing his hand over his heart playfully to show that Bob’s secret would be safe with him.

“Fine…” Bob exhaled and shook his head, “I don’t know what the bedroom eyes are or anything because I’ve never, you know…gone to the bedroom…with anyone,” He said as he gave Hangman a pleading look, his facial expression begging him for some sympathy and compassion instead of the relentless teasing he expected from him.

“You mean, never?”

“Never. Not even close. I think I’ve made out with a girl once. I was like 18 though.” 

“Wow,” was all that Hangman could muster out.

“So now you get it?” Bob asked softly, “It’s not that I don’t want to ask her out. It’s that I’m scared I’ll screw it up because of that.”

Bob sighed and shook his head again as he stood up. He brushed the sand off his shorts and forced a laugh.

“I’m gonna head home, Hangman. See you later.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Hangman laughed as he put a hand on Bob’s shoulder, his firm grip stopping Bob from walking away, “You’re at least gonna talk to this poor girl. She’s been interested in you the whole time she’s been here visiting Mav. Christ, even Mav’s noticed it,, and we all know how observant he is.”

“What if you’re wrong though and she’s not interested in me? Maybe she’s just being nice. I bet you’re more her type anyway.” Bob frowned.

“Me? No, she’s uh…she’s made it very clear I am not her type,” He laughed softly, shaking his head, “I tried. She outright told me “the cute guy with glasses” is her type. And how many guys with glasses are on our squad?”

“Just me…unless she meant sunglasses. Then it could be anyone.”

“Robert, I swear, you’re the dumbest guy I’ve ever met sometimes,” Hangman laughed as he rolled his eyes, “She meant you, jackass. She likes you. She told me. Now, what are you going to do with this information?”

“Talk to her…?” Bob tried, a nervous laugh escaping his lips as he thought about it.

“Attaboy, Baby-on-Board, you got this,” Hangman grinned as he stood up, “Now, do me a favour? Try to look a little less like you’re about to shit your pants over this ok?” 

Bob rolled his eyes and took a deep breath as he approached you, a friendly smile on his lips as he nodded his head towards you. 

“Hi, I don’t think I ever properly introduced myself,” Bob offered his hand out to shake and smiled, “Lt. Robert Floyd, everyone calls me Bob, sometimes Bobby though.” 

“Hi Bob,” you grinned and shook his hand, “Y/N. Nice to meet you. My uncle’s told me a lot about you. You’re a WSO, right?”

“Yeah, I’m the backseater, it’s kinda fun, I’m a big nerd, so I get to use a lot of math in it to calculate where to aim the lasers and all that.”

You let out a giggle as he explained his role to you and he couldn’t help but smile and laugh along with you. Hours passed between the two of you conversing together, Hangman proudly watching Bob impress you from the background. After a while, the rest of the squad cleared out from the beach, leaving just you and Bob there by yourselves. It was beginning to get dark outside when you stood up beside Bob and smiled warmly.

“Want to come back to my aunt Penny’s? She’s not gonna care if I bring you over, she and Uncle Mav speak very highly of you. Aunt Penny always says you’re incredibly polite, and Uncle Mav called you a “good kid” so I doubt they’d mind if you came back to hangout for a little while.”

Bob nodded his head and smiled politely at you, the sunset making his eyes shine as he turned to face you. He leaned forward gently and pressed his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. He pulled away after a moment and shook his head. 

“God, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that. I’m not usually that forward. I mean, I wanted to, obviously,  I just normally ask first. And now I’m rambling, fuck sake,” He laughed and shook his head again.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, quieting his anxieties and insecurities as your lips met once again. He moved his lips in time with yours as he kissed you, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip, as if he was asking permission for it to enter your mouth. Your tongues swirled together with passion and lust as you made your way across the sand and over to the front steps of your aunt and uncle’s home where you were staying, your lips barely breaking contact as you walked. You felt Bob put a hand gently on your waist as you pulled him inside through the patio door, into the sunroom where you were staying. You breathlessly pulled away from Bob to come up for air, shrugging your cardigan off your shoulders as you did so. Bob, finding a sudden burst of confidence, grabbed you by the waist with one hand and pulled you into his body tightly, pressing his lips to your neck. As his lips found your sensitive spot on your neck, his hands palmed their way over your breasts, gently cupping them and squeezing them as he felt you up. 

“Mhmm, Bob,” you groaned softly as he made contact with your sensitive skin. 

Bob pulled away for a moment and frowned slightly, remembering his earlier confession to Hangman. He let out a deep exhale before turning to face you, his facial expression full of concern as he spoke.

“Listen, I have to tell you something before we go any further, ok?” His voice was quiet and low, almost in a whisper as he spoke.

You nodded in response and waited, listening intently as Bob spoke.

“I’ve never…you know,” He finally said.

“Never?”

“No, never.”

“Do you want to though…?” You asked after a few moments of contemplation.

Bob bit his lip and laughed softly as he nodded his head quickly. 

“Believe me, I really do.”

“Then I’m honoured to be your first,” You nodded your head and kissed his cheek gently.

His cheeks flushed a bright scarlet red as you spoke. Without further hesitation, Bob leaned in and kissed you passionately again, tangling his fingers gently in your hair as he pulled you in closer to him. He pulled away ever so slightly as he spoke and laughed nervously.

“You’re going to have to tell me if I’m doing any of this right, ok? Kissing is about the only thing I know how to do.”

You giggled softly as you nodded your head reassuringly to Bob as he drifted his lips down your neck to your collarbone. He gently ran his hand up your leg, his fingers brushing against the hemline of your sundress as his hand drifted slowly up your thigh. You felt him take a deep breath as he pressed his lips to your collarbone again, his fingertips grazing your underwear gently. He looked up at you without saying a word, his lips still hovering above your collarbone, as if to ask for permission to keep going. You bit your lip, holding back a grin as you nodded your head, giving him the signal to continue.

Bob’s fingertips grazed against the dampening fabric of your underwear again, moaning softly into your collarbone, he looked up at you as he slowly dragged them down off your legs and laughed softly. 

“Wow.” he said, trying to hide his mix of arousal and curiosity, “You’re uh…you’re pretty into this, aren’t you?” He laughed as he tossed your underwear to the floor. 

“Mhmm,” You smirked at him as you guided his hand, his fingers gently brushing against your folds, feeling your arousal as it began to gather on you. 

“Shit,” Bob laughed softly as he shook his head, “This is where I start to not know what I’m doing.” He gave you an apologetic look.

“Everyone has a first time, Bob, I’ll show you what to do,” You smiled reassuringly at him as you continued to guide his hand along your core. He smirked as his wandering hand found your clit, two of his fingers pressing against the sensitive nub as he discovered it. The sound that fell from your lips was almost enough to make Bob lose all self-control on the spot. He arched his eyebrow at you as he continued to gently draw circles on it with his finger. 

“Y-you can use your mouth there too,” you nodded, trying your best to think clearly as he pleasured you.

Bob bit his lip gently as he positioned himself between your legs. He took his glasses off and sat them beside your leg as he ducked his head down in between your legs. He gently pressed soft kisses to your folds, his tongue carefully lapping up your wet arousal as he kissed at you. You let out a loud moan as Bob’s lips made contact, but before he could lift his head up to see if you were ok, your hand was grabbing a handful of his sandy blonde hair, pulling his head into you gently to tell him to keep going.

Taking the hint, Bob continued to leave soft kisses on you, grinning as he heard you moan out. 

“Feels s’good, honey, keep doing that,” You encouraged as he began using his lips to suck at your sensitive clit, your hips bucking upwards against his mouth, your body craving being as close to him as humanly possible.

Your compliment to Bob’s skill turned something on in him, and suddenly, he began moving his lips in the same rhythm but with more passion, like he’d just discovered his God-given talent on this earth was using his mouth to pleasure you into oblivion. As you reached your boiling point, Bob continued to lap his tongue at you, his lips sucking on your clit as you rode it out. He pulled his mouth away from you before pulling his t-shirt over his head. He wiped his mouth on his shirt before discarding it to the floor and working to unbuckle his belt before dropping his shorts to the ground. His boxers were tenting with arousal as he looked down at you, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. 

“Do you…do we need anything?” He asked as he tried build up the confidence to do what he was about to.

“I’m clean and on the pill,” You nodded your head and laughed softly, “So you’re good.”

“Right,” Bob chuckled softly as he nodded his head before peeling his boxer briefs down off his body. 

Bob stroked his length before lining his hips up with yours. He took a deep breath and looked to you for an indication that you were ready, that you were sure you wanted to go through with this. As you flitted your gaze to him, biting your lip as you sized him up, you couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle. Bob looked at you, somewhat mortified as his eyes widened.

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing, you’re just…bigger than I’d pictured, if you get me. You might need to take a pause once you get started so I can adjust to you, mkay?”

“Gotcha, don’t worry darlin’,” Bob nodded knowingly and laughed as he ran a hand through his hair. 

You let out a sharp exhale as Bob lined his hips up with yours and gently pushed himself into you. As promised, he paused for you to adjust to his size, waiting for you to tell him you were ready for him to start. Once he heard you give the ok, he began thrusting his hips in and out of you, a deep grunt escaping his lips as he felt your body tighten around him, your arousal dripping from you and onto his cock. 

“Fuck,” Bob groaned as he thrusted deeper into you, finding his rhythm, “You feel so good, darlin’.”

“Keep going, baby,” you purred at him, encouraging him to continue before throwing your head back in ecstasy, moaning his name loudly.

Bob felt your walls clenching against him, gripping his erection tightly as he pumped himself in and out of your body. He felt as you arched your back against the bed, bucking your hips upwards into his thrusts as you came close to your climax again. He groaned loudly in pleasure as his thrusts became sloppier and more frantic.

“Fuck, darlin’, I’m so close,” He hissed as he let out another flurry of sinful sounding moans and grunts as he came.

The two of you sighed in unison as you rode your pleasure out together. Bob panted as he pulled himself out of you, his cheeks red from breathlessness as he tried to compose himself. He hovered over you, a smirk forming on his lips as he leaned down to kiss you. You pressed your lips to his passionately, moaning softly against them as your overstimulated body struggled between wanting more from him, and wanting to take a break.

“How was I for my first time then?” He grinned at you. 

“I never would have believed you if you told me that was your first time after we’d done it. I also don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before this either.”

Bob smirked as he laid himself down beside you in bed, putting his glasses back on.

“Well, apparently I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?

[rlphunter]

Top Gun Fic Recs!

Most if not all of these authors are strictly 18+ Only. Please abide by their rules.

Read each authors warning!!!

I made an attempt at summaries but each author does a better job so please check them out!

I have been lurking mainly in the Top Gun fandom so hi everyone!!

Jake Seresin x Reader

Less Talk (In Progress) by @tongue-like-a-razor

I love this series so much! In the nicest way no pressure way I need this series to end happily but I will also eat up anything they write and so should you!

In Too Deep (In Progress) by @sunlightmurdock

Jake after successfully wooing a single mom has to prove himself to her two kids when she has a work trip. The youngest takes to him but the oldest has their walls up and makes Jake really work for it. This series is so sweet and I can't wait to see how it ends.

Just Friends by @say-al0e

Spoiler alert! They are not just friends. This fic has jealous jake! which is amazing, sweetness and smut. Who could ask for more?

and the truth of the matter is (i’ll never let you go) by @fidogo

Some miscommunication plus smut makes for an amazing fic!

Oh, Baby Universe (In Progress) by @seresinhangmanjake 

I am obsessed with this universe! Reader leaves Jake in the dust and then comes back a year later with a mini Jake. Such a warm hug of a series.

Sunkissing by @top-hhun 

Jake comes back after eight and a half months and for once has someone to come home to.

Fuck! The Universe (Complete) by @roosterbruiser

Reader is a naval avaitor and the daughter of Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky. An unlikely companionship turns into something more.

De-instigating the Instigator by @jupitercomet

Turns out Jake Seresin does indeed have an off button. This is my absolute comfort fic that I reread ALL THE TIME!

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Like I Can (3 part Completed Series) by @sometimesanalice

The Daggers make a bet that they each have the perfect person to set up with reader. A sweet fic that I reread when I need some nice fluff but makes you work for it a little!

You’re All I Care About by @fandomxpreferences

Reader gets into an accident. A lot of angst.

Two to Tango (Completed Series) by @roosterforme

Little competition between the Naval aviators and Air Force pilots and neither of them are going to back down!

Bob Floyd x Reader

Full of Surprises by @withahappyrefrain

An unexpected side of Bob comes out......... SMUT!

After the Bar by @bradshawswife

Continuing the Bob fucks agenda!

Whoops by @roosterbruiser

An adorable Bob blurb that features our boy and Cats. Who can ask for more?

Why Me? (In Progress) by @lottesreads

A single glance was all it took for Bob to fall for the daughter of Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. I am so excited to see where this series goes!

[honkytonk-hangman]

Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist

Teacher's Pet [Hangman x Reader] Summary: You need to come up with a lesson plan to teach your eighth graders about aerodynamics, only, you barely understand a word of it yourself. Luckily for you, your boyfriend has a pretty decent knowledge of the subject.

Afterburn [Hangman x Reader] Summary: It had been clear from the moment you got inside a cockpit that you were going to be something special. You certainly weren’t the youngest Naval Aviator to be invited to TOPGUN, but you had been the youngest to graduate at number one in more than thirty years. Which is all the more reason why it was so tragic that you would never, ever, be able to fly again.

Meet You All The Way [Rooster x OC/Reader] Summary: Now that they had reconciled, Rooster is struggling to figure out the right way to tell Maverick that he had a family all of his own now.

Hold The Line [Platonic Hangman x OC/Reader] Summary: Jake presses his lips together as he lets out a sigh. He leans forward on the railing again, eyes once more following the little boy who was quite happily playing by himself in the sand. “I just thought that Baby Goose deserved to grow up knowing his dad.”

Line of Sight [Hangman x Reader] COMPLETE Summary: You’re almost certain that Jake Seresin could care less about you, that is, until you’re in a tight spot and the one guy you assume will hang you out to dry, instead comes to your rescue.

Cont. ↓

How it's Done [Hangman x Aviator!Reader] Summary: “Like me? I didn’t even think you wanted me as a squadmate, let alone–” you stop speaking, but only because Hangman cuts his eyes sharply away from you to glare out at the ocean. “Well, I do.” He says kind of indignantly, all things considered, and eyes you almost sourly. “You can just say no if you don’t–” “–No, I do!” you quickly cut him off, because at the end of it all, you’re a little too much of a hopeless romantic to let this moment pass you by.

What You Want [Rooster x Reader] Summary: Rooster is aware that despite working together for a little over six months now, he doesn’t really know you all that well. One late night walk to your car later, Rooster realises he’d like that to change.

Goodness! Gracious! [Rooster x Reader] Summary: You wouldn’t say you were trying to give your 'Uncle’ Mav a taste of his own medicine, after all, it was him who introduced you to Rooster in the first place, but you weren’t exactly trying to spare the man, either.

Good In Bed [Hangman x Reader] Summary: Jake has made it crystal clear to you that you’re only friends with benefits, so why did he go and delete your dating apps?

Checkmate [Hangman x Reader] Summary: You’ve been transferred to Dagger Squad, which is both good and bad. Good, because it meant the brass felt you belonged with the best. Bad, because the best already had a tight friendship group, and you were not yet apart of that. And you may never be, if you keep making fun of a certain someone’s callsign.

In Sickness... [Hangman x Reader] Summary: Jake feels his pulse jump and his stomach fly when he talks to or about you. Obviously, this must mean he’s gravely ill.

...And In Health [Hangman x Reader] Summary: A year after Jake has come to terms with his sickness, he might just have the opportunity to find the cure.

Devil In Disguise [Hangman x Reader] Summary: in which Jake finds out the female officer he’s been eye fucking for half an hour is actually JAG.

Big Girl [Hangman x Reader] Summary: Jake Seresin doesn’t believe you should hide your light under a bushel, no.

SunKissing [Hangman x Reader] Summary: Eight and a half months Dagger had been at sea, which is honestly one of the shorter deployments Jake had been on, certainly not one he’d have usually complained about, except that this time, for the first time, Jake had somewhere else he wanted to be aside from in his jet.

Flight Risk [Hangman x Reader] Summary: The sky beyond the baking tarmac is cloudless, and washed with deep reds and oranges, the way it always is by the time Jake lands when the monthly inter-squad training simulation has drawn to a close. Almost always. Today, the sky had been a bright Carolina blue.

Today, Hangman had been shot down.

Take Care Of Business [40s AU Hangman x Reader] The last time you met Lieutenant Jake Seresin, the war was still ongoing and you’d been in a floundering engagement. Back then you’d seen the possibility for more in his eyes, and now? Well, now you could explore it.

All This Love [Hangman x Reader] “Congratulations?” Rooster half-praises, half-questions, side-eying Jake, who stiffens just slightly, but finds himself relaxing when he looks back up at the grainy ultrasound. “Thanks,” he says, feeling his stomach flutter at the memory of the first time he saw it.

When Jake Met Polly [Hangman x Reader] Jake likes to flirt with his Air Traffic Controller or Jake Seresin has never seen When Harry Met Sally.

[iceman-maverick]

Huddling for warmth + "I really think you should re-evaluate your priorities."

“I really think you should re-evaluate your priorities,” Ice says, twirling the phone cord as he waits for the tone to go through. 

He’s a vision in his briefs, sprawled out all sunkissed across Maverick’s baby blue sheets. The sun is just beginning to set, casting the room in a light orange glow- a picture perfect ending to a deliciously relaxing day by the pool. Mav was drawn to this rental mostly because of the price and proximity to Carol's house - the pool was just a bonus that left Ice hellbent on getting as much return on investment as their instructor schedules would permit.

Maverick tries not to think so hard about how sweetly the sheets bring out the color in Ice’s eyes. Tries to forget Carol's gleeful teasing from back when he bought the damn things on a Target run.

Seriously Pete? She had squealed, Look at the tag! They're called Pradise Ice for Heaven's sake.

He pushes her laughter from his mind - or at least he tries to.But then Ice rolls his shoulder, stretches like a sunbathing cat and exposes his neck for all the world to see. Peppered along the tanned skin is a constellation of angry red and purple bite marks, evidence of a night well spent.

Maverick smirks and turns to open his drawers. He’s drenched to the bone, shirt clinging uncomfortably to his chest and making all sorts of strange and off putting squishing sounds as Maverick tries to wrestle himself free. He nearly loses his footing and doesn't even wait for the cackling to start before he raises a middle finger up to Ice who is far too pleased about Maverick's spectacle. 

“I couldn’t let it die,” Maverick whines, putting as much elbow grease into peeling his jeans off as his still aching back is willing to allow. 

A night well spent, indeed. 

“Mother nature can be cruel,” Ice drones. Even with his back turned, Maverick can hear the frown in his voice. The line’s engaged, Mav figures, just as he hears the testy click of Ice dropping the phone back to the receiver. “We’re going to starve because you had to go all Baywatch on a frog,” 

"It was a nice frog," Mav shrugs, tossing his wet clothes to the side of the room and happily ignoring Ice's pointed frown.

Mav forgoes fresh clothes and instead opts to crawl up the bed and flop down squarely across Ice’s chest. He brings his arms up to wrap around Ice’s shoulders, basking in his radiating body heat. Maverick swears that Ice is some sort of lizard what with his uncanny ability to soak up the sun. Ice always tends to run hot - the irony is not lost on either of them - and Maverick is more than happy to help himself to his wingman’s warm embrace. 

“Baywatch, huh?” Mav smiles into Ice’s neck, trailing his fingers lightly along the trail of hickies. He pokes at a particularly angry mark and delights in Ice’s squirming. “Didn’t peg you for a Hasselhoff kinda guy,” 

“Oh shut up,” Ice pushes away Mav’s proding fingers, and then starts to buck until Mav slides off besides him. Mav makes a noise not unlike a dying animal before flailing his arms back towards Ice.

“Oof- Mav let go, it’s fucking hot,” 

“Yeah, well I’m fucking cold,”

Mav successfully gets an arm back around Ice’s shoulder and uses it to propel himself back into the warm cocoon of Ice’s chest. Ice begins to worm his way out again but then Mav quickly shoves a thigh firmly between Ice’s legs and well, looky here, doesn’t that do that trick nicely?

“Now, are you going to help or am I stuck warming myself up all by myself?” Mav says, leaving a fresh trail of kisses along a suddenly much more cooperative Ice.

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I was going to go in a completely angsty direction with this prompt - I'm talking chemo angsty - but then I opened up pinterest and the monstrosity above was suddenly thrusted upon me. Val Kilmer's body is obsecene, I want to feed him grapes and fawn him with various large leaves.

We're playing an IceMav askbox fic game. Send me a trope and a first sentence and I'll write at least one paragraph!

[callsignthirsty]

Stuck in the Middle — Chapter 2 — Iceman

Co-written with a friend who isn't on tumblr. Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x F!Reader (this chapter), Ron “Slider” Kerner x Reader x Tom “Iceman” Kazansky (overall) Summary: The one where Maverick’s sister is on a mission to give her brother a heart attack by sleeping with not one, but two of his colleagues. Word Count: 3200 Warnings: Smut, public sex, dirty talk Chapter: 2/3 Read Previous Minors DNI

To say that your brother kept a close eye on you since "The O Club incident" would be an understatement. Like calling a thunderstorm a  bit of rain. Pete followed you like your own personal rain cloud: grumbling anytime you and Ice got too close and drawing distinct lines in the sand with enough shade and precipitation to dampen anyone's mood. The sudden downpour of his protective streak left you with little choice but to watch Ice through the proverbial storm and hope that when it finally passed, you'd be allowed to moor closer to each other. But tropical storm Pete had no plans to leave Fightertown any time soon, much less without his sister.

Your only solace in all of this is that Pete still doesn't know about Slider.

You'd thrown yourself in the shower as soon as you'd gotten back from The O Club and been in your pajamas by the time Pete came home. Your eyes lingered on his bruised cheek, both worried for your brother and proud that Ice had managed to get at least one punch in.

The two of you spent most of that night arguing in circles. Pete couldn't accept that you'd sleep with Tom "stick-up-his-ass" Kazansky. You couldn't believe you were even having this conversation. You're an adult. You don't tell Pete who he can and can't sleep with. But for all the world, Pete was convinced this was different.

It's almost been a week since the incident — six whole days of looking at but being unable to touch Ice. At least you have one of your boys. Pete and Goose are so focused on watching Ice that Slider slips under the radar.

Then, it happens.

Pete isn't keen on you tagging along, but he can't exactly ban you from the public beach. That doesn't stop Pete from speeding off without you. But you're cut from the same cloth — stubborn enough to walk to the beach out of spite but not vindictive enough to push over his bike in the parking lot.

The volleyball game has already started by the time you arrive. You sit on the bleachers and apply tanning oil to your arms and legs. Wolfman helps you get your back once you're down to your bathing suit, earning a glare from Ice, who receives one in turn from Pete. None of this ruins your enjoyment of the game, however.

Ice and Slider work well together, but that's no surprise to you. That doesn't stop you from watching them as they toil beneath the sun: skin slick as they dive into the sand and scramble back up for a spike.

What is a surprise is that Pete leaves after the second game when the score is tied. "You heading out?" you ask as he pulls his shirt on, brushing the sand from his hands before grabbing his jacket.

"Yeah," he says, wiping the sweat from his brow. "And so are you. Come on. I've got a date."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Come on, Mav," Goose says, joining you both by the bleachers. "Just one more game. That evens it up."

"I'm not leaving you here." The with Ice part goes unsaid.

"I'm an adult —"

"I'm already running late."

"Just one more game. Please? For me?"

"— and it's a public beach."

"Dammit," Pete says as he rechecks his watch. "Goose, keep an eye on her for me." Goose sighs, shaking his head as Pete runs off. He waves his friend off and plods over to the water fountain for a drink before the next round starts.

Hollywood and Wolfman pull their shirts off and pass the volleyball back and forth to warm up when Slider takes a seat next to you, excess water dripping down his chin and onto his chest. "Enjoying the view?" he asks, and you whimper, your eyes trained on Ice where he's bent over the fountain, Adam's apple bobbing as he slurps up the cool water, sunkissed skin shining in the afternoon light.

"Please, Ron," you whine. "He's all sweaty and gorgeous, and I haven't been able to touch him since Pete found out."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Distract him," you say with little hesitation and throw a pointed look in Goose's direction. "Anything. Please."

"God," Slider groans, readjusting himself in his sweatpants, "you're so hot when you beg." And you're listening to him, but your eyes are still on Ice as he makes his way back to the volleyball court, watching the way his muscles bunch and flex as he passes the ball with Hollywood and Wolfman. "You need him to fuck you, baby?" Your eyes slip closed at the question whispered darkly into your ear, and you bite your lip to keep a moan at bay. A wet kiss is pressed to the base of your neck, and you shiver despite the heat. "Don't say I never did anything for you."

Slider snags the ball out of the air when he gets back onto the court and squeezes it between his hands. "Ball's flat."

"No, it's not," Goose says, catching the ball and giving it a squeeze to assess for himself before tossing it back to Slider, who immediately passes it to Wolfman.

Wolf pulls a face as he tests the ball himself. "It could use a pump."

"It's fine."

"C'mon, Mother Goose," Slider says, aviators sliding down his nose as he gives Goose a look, "afraid the ball's gonna hurt your delicate lady wrists?"

"Lady wrists?!" Goose looks like he's bitten into a lemon, and his arms cross over his chest.

"You heard me. That wife of yours has you whipped," Slider needles as Hollywood snickers. "Didn't realize you were so soft." And Goose might be a sweetheart, but he's got an ego to defend just like the rest of the Top Gun crew, and he isn't going to let Slider imply that he's made of softer stuff.

"Fine." Goose takes the ball from Slider's hands with a huff. "Who has a pump?"

But Slider isn't done yet. You can pinpoint the exact moment that Goose begins to see red. "Carole keeping your balls in her handbag or something?"

"Listen, you fucking dick."

And that's your cue to leave.

Goose is so caught up in getting into Slider's face that he's none the wiser when you grab ahold of Ice's hand and drag him down the beach. When you're far enough away, you duck behind a shuttered beach shack, the spot just secluded enough to give you the illusion of privacy behind tall trees. If you have any doubts before, they disappear when Ice practically pounces on you. He's just as touch-starved for you as you are for him, a whine falling past his lips as he licks into your mouth, hands grabbing at every bit of you revealed by your bathing suit.

"Tom," you gasp when your lips break apart for a much-needed breath. "Just touch me. Missed you so much."

"I know, baby. Missed you, too," Ice grunts when you mouth at the bruise coloring his jaw. As your fingers tangle in his hair, you wish you could kiss it better — the purple splotch of your brother's fury marring his otherwise perfect jaw. Instead, you steer his lips back to yours, arching as Ice brushes your bathing suit top aside and pinches your nipple to attention, sparks arcing from the sensitive bud straight to your core. "Slider showed me your panties," Ice husks, and you feel him through the thin layer of his pants as he grinds against your hip. "He said he filled your pretty pussy up and sent you home dripping."

Your head thunks back against wood slats as you gasp. Cunt throbbing at the memory of cum-slick thighs and the smug tilt to Slider's lips as he disappeared with your panties in his pocket. He had likely waited until no one was looking and slipped the fabric into Ice's hand, still smelling of sex as he leaned forward to give Ice a play-by-play of what had happened while he was hissing and spitting at Pete. "Yes."

"God, that's so hot." He catches your moan of agreement on his tongue, lips insistently pressing yours open to roll your tongues together. One of his hands finds its way down to your ass and uses it to roll your hips together, the hard length of him dragging over your clit this time. "Gotta have you," he pants, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. You look at him through half-lidded eyes, ready to plead for more, when Ice beats you to it: "Please, baby, it's been too long. Need you." And you're not used to this desperation from Ice, but you like it — can feel the same need simmering beneath your own surface, so you nod.

Impatient fingers find their way into Ice's pants and give him a firm tug as your other hand shoves his waistband down just far enough to get his cock out. "Up," Ice commands and hitches your legs around his waist when you jump. He presses your back into the sandy, worn wood of the shack you’re hiding behind as nimble fingers pull your bathing suit bottoms to the side and slip inside of you. "You're so wet," he groans, sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck.

"No marks," you rasp instead of answering. The quick tug to his hair meant to discourage him does the opposite, and he groans deep in his chest.

"Yes, marks." He nips at you to drive the point home, and you shudder as his teeth click closed.

"Tom—"

"They already know," he says, nuzzling into the blooming pink and giving it another wet kiss. "No use hiding it now. Besides—" a second finger rubs at your entrance alongside the first "—I want Maverick to know that no matter what he does—" a kiss "—no matter how closely he watches us—" a toe-curling bite "—you couldn't stay away." He slips the second finger inside you, and you moan helplessly at the stretch. "Because you're mine."

"And Ron's," you supply weakly as Ice's fingers crook into your sweet spot.

"Not right now, you're not," he whispers directly into your ear, breath ghosting over your lobe before he gives it a bite. "Definitely not right now."

Ice's cock grinds into your thigh as a third finger teases at your core, and you shake your head. Ice trembles with the effort to stay still as you continue to cling to him, hands slipping from his hair so your nails can dig into his shoulders. "Wanna feel it," you babble, shifting against the fingers still inside you. "Please, Tom. Just do it. Wanna feel you. Need you."

Ice doesn't need any more prompting. You barely have time to miss the stretch of his fingers before he lines his cock up and sinks into you, the sweet torture drawn out so you can both savor this moment after so many days forced apart. A small part of you hopes, as Ice's hips press flush to yours and you both let out heady moans, that Slider has things handled by the volleyball court. Because Ice is being uncharacteristically vocal, and if anyone comes looking, they'll surely hear the both of you. However, that doesn't stop you from canting your hips against Ice's. Little gasps escape your lips each time he rubs over your sweet spot, your hips jolting and walls desperately trying to pull him in deeper.

Ice inhales sharply. "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that," he pants, hands tight on your hips to hold you still even as his own give half-halted rolls, and he lets out a strangled noise.

His lips are close enough to kiss, but you're so dizzy from breathing him in that you can't bring yourself to close the distance. Swept out to sea by a torrent of fervent desire. Content to lie precisely where he has you pressed into sun-bleached wood and let him do what he wants. What you both need. But he isn't moving. Forehead against yours, eyes shut as he licks his lips and attempts to regain some of that ever-present composure he prides himself on.

But you don't want ice-cold, no mistakes. You want fire. Heat. Wet and wanton and oiled up. So your walls flutter when you use your heels to drag him closer to you and nibble on his full bottom lip. "Don't want you to," you confess against his mouth, blinking up at him as his eyes open — the glacial blue nothing but a ring around lust-blown black.

You keen as Ice ducks into your neck, lean into his lips, teeth, and tongue as he works to leave a mark you won't be able to hide. "Who knows when we'll get the chance again?" he asks, hips stilling as he readjusts his grasp on them — both of you slick with sweat and sun oil. A breeze rolls across the beach, shadows dancing until the sunlight turns his hair into spun gold. "Gotta make it last."

He has a point there, but you're fucking on borrowed time. Eventually, Goose will realize that you've managed to slip the tight leash that he and your brother have been keeping you on, and when that happens, you don't want Ice to be balls deep inside of you.

But you stop caring when Ice finally moves. Slow, at first. Testing his grip on you and the position before he draws back further and shoves your hips together. He groans when your nails drag fire down his back, and you let out a half shout. "You needed this, didn't you?" he asks, and you nod dumbly as he rocks into you again. "Tell me."

Your tongue peeks out to wet your lips. "God, I fucking need it, Tom." He groans, falling forward to cage you against the shack as one of his hands plays with your bathing suit where it's stretched aside for your coupling. Dexterous fingers snapping the elastic against your puffy lips and making you buzz.

A startled shriek looses from your lips at the unexpected sting of your bathing suit against tender flesh, and you slap a hand over your mouth. The fingers petting around your stretched pussy snatch your wrist and give it a sweet kiss before pinning it beside your head, weather-worn wood itching the back of your hand. "Gonna give 'em a show?" Ice taunts. Your eyes bulge, your head snaps to the side and your body attempts to lock up as you make sure you don't have an audience, but Ice doesn't give you any reprieve. If anything, he picks up the pace. Grinds against your clit until you're keening past your bitten lip. "It's okay, sweetheart. Everyone already knows," he husks, nosing along your jaw and leaving a trail of rough kisses down your neck to your collarbone. "If I'm gonna have to keep my hands off of you again," he squeezes your wrist between calloused fingers, kneads at your hip, "I want to hear those pretty noises."

"That's what got us into this m-ah!" A pitiful cry is wrenched from you when Ice's hand connects with your ass. A wretched moan that has his lips parting in a dagger grin. He grinds against you, your legs tensing as sparks light up your spine in tune with the smarting of his five-fingered signature on your rear. Another souvenir to add to the collection you'll be hauling back to Fightertown's worst babysitter.

"That's it," he encourages silkily. His head settles into the crook of your neck, each groan making you buzz as he alternates between licking, nipping, and panting into you with each flex of his hips. When he finally releases your hand, you drop it into his hair, trying to guide him back to your lips with a tug that has him hissing and his rhythm faltering.

At long last, his thumb glides over your clit, sun oil easing each press and roll until your lips fall open on a litany of luscious noises. Back arching until your shoulder blades are your only connection to the shack. "You're close," Ice says as he presses you back to the wall with a grunt. "Gonna let me cum inside you?"

You moan, dizzy with the thought.

"You like that, huh, baby?" You can only nod as shivers wrack your body. Legs spamming around Ice's trim waist. "I feel the way you're squeezing me. God, you want it, don't you?" He doesn't expect an answer, slots your lips together with a hum, and only pulls back when your teeth click together. "Tell me," he rasps. "Tell me what you want."

"Fuck, Tom," you gasp, unable to catch your breath. "Want it." He groans, teeth bared and jaw clenching as he tries desperately to hold out for you. But you're his undoing: expression dazed as you look up at him from beneath thick lashes, eyes half-lidded and lust-blown, cheeks stained hot by the sun, and cunt so wet, hot, tight. "Cum in me, Tom. Fuck! Give it to me."

The combination of fingers on your clit and the warm bloom of him filling you to the brim is enough to send you over the edge with him. Nerves lighting up like sparklers as Ice continues to rock against you until you're both practically melting down the side of the shack, Ice cradling you in his lap as his knees finally touch down in warm sand.

You take a moment to pull yourselves together, but you know you're a lost cause. Your neck is littered with enough evidence to send Pete to an early grave without mentioning the throb of your asscheek or the steady accumulation of wetness in the gusset of your bathing suit. Or the telling smile on Ice's face.

Ice walks you back to the volleyball court, an arm slung around your waist and fingers tracing absentmindedly at your hip bone. Goose is sitting on the bleachers, his head down between his shoulders as if he knows — which is probably the case — that he's been baited and bested. By the net, Slider plays some bastardized version of volleyball with Hollywood and Wolfman on the other side of the net. Two against one.

When Goose looks up, Ice brings you into a filthy kiss that's more for show than anything else — hands on your cheeks as he ravages your mouth. He lets go of your lip with a pop. "Tell Maverick I said 'hi,'" he tells you before turning to join Slider and revealing the nail tracks that run from his shoulder down between his shoulder blades.

"You ready to go?" Goose asks when you make it back to the bleachers. The walk to Goose's car is silent. Once you're both in the car, Goose finally turns to look at you, eyes sweeping over you to take in the damage. "Mav's gonna kill me."

"You're being dramatic," you say as you buckle yourself in.

Goose shakes his head. "No, I don't think I am." You roll your window down, waving at your boys as Goose pulls out of the parking lot and self-consciously cross your legs. "Do women wear scarves in summer?" Goose asks when you roll up to a stoplight. "What if we stopped somewhere and got you a nice scarf?" You throw your head back as the light turns green, laughter lost out the open window.

Next Chapter

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The Bet || pt. I

Top Gun: Maverick has really woken a slut up... full flick of this

Y/CS/N - Call sign name

Rooster bets Y/N in a game of pool but decides to raise the stakes a bit... But did he make a deal he can't get out of

Part 2 - Rooster ending Part 2 - Maverick ending

They say childish antics end after leaving middle school, maybe high school? Nope, these childish antics follow well into adulthood, or at least for the people in Y/N crew. Courtesy of the Navy, they put these man-children on ships and into planes. One of those loveable/annoying man-children, LT. Bradley Bradshaw was getting tired and looking to start shit.

After a few rounds of pool, Rooster got bored of going up against Hangman considering it was becoming repetition at this point, so Instead he set his sights on new prey, Y/N. 

There Y/N sat innocently chatting with Bob and Phoneix totally oblivious of rooster’s blossoming plan. As Rooster grew closer to where Y/N is perched, Phoenix is the first to notice “Incoming Birdbrain” at that Rooster rolls his eyes and a grin spreads across his sunkissed face “Hello to you too” with a nod to Bob as acknowledgment He turns his line of sight to Y/N “Hey darling, you up for a round of pool?” Eyes are on Y/N until she nods her head slowly with a small “sure” At that Rooster's brown eyes light up like a child’s eyes on Christmas day.

As the pair make it over to the table, Rooster sets the next phase of his plan into action “y’know Y/CS/N why don’t we make this a little interesting?” with a raised brow from Y/N, he continues “Just a friendly wager of sorts…I will go first if I win, you have to do all the maintenance on my plane for a week… and go on a date with me ” this peeked the surrounding pilots' attention. Hangman booed at Rooster's sad attempt to bait and wooo Y/N, while Bob and Phoneix rolled their eyes at his childish behavior until agreeing with Seresin. Y/N’s gaze was going between the three pilots until they landed on maverick watching silently next to fanboy,  as they locked eyes, Maverick gives a slight shake of his head to her.  Y/N slowly lifts her gaze from Maverick over to the overly cocky pilot “Rooster, what do I get if I win? Huffs of air escape the surrounding pilots' lips, while the dirty blonde breaks out into a full grin “ Anything your heart desires, darling”  ending it with a filthy wink, which just causes Y/N to roll her eyes even harder. Without thinking Y/N’s let the first thing fall past her lips “Head from Maverick!” Which entailed Hangman shouting “What the Hell?” as Maverick choked on his drink. Rooster was frozen in place, while fanboy and phoenix snickered around him.

The blonde quickly recovered “I don’t think I can whore Maverick out like that, maybe Hangman?” with that hangman flipped rooster the bird while sending Y/N a wink. Y/N lets out a dramatic sigh while slowly letting her gaze fall on maverick “ I was lied to,l I guess I can’t have anything my heart desires…. Birdboy if I win the bet. You have to be my personal servant for the week!” Rooster already was complaining about Y/N’s condition until the faint words “unless you are too chicken too”  left Y/N’s mouth. Rooster's jaw stiffened as he held his palm out to Y/N to take.  As Y/N’s small hand made contact with Rooster’s hand to seal the deal. 

After setting up the table, the crew sat waiting for Bob to return with freshly poured drinks. “Can we just start Y/N?” Y/N turned her gaze from the bar where Bob stood to the dirty blonde at her side “No, we will not start until I have my ESC!” Rooster gave a confused glance at Y/N “ what the hell is ESC?” Phoneix perked up  “ Emotional Support Cheerleader… Bob and I are Y/N’s ESC”  at that rooster was thanking the lord above when Bob finally started walking back over to them, meaning that the conversation would end there, and the game would finally begin.

—

“Bradshaw this isn’t looking good for you, buddy” Hangman says between drinks, causing the formerly mentioned pilot to roll his eyes with a “shut up” slipping out of his lips, however after the (5) ball bounced off the wall of the table and went right past the hole…. He knew he was fucked. As Y/N lined up her shot while looking over at Rooster "Birdboy, how do you feel about a maid outfit?” ~Clack~ the ball went in only one more ball to go. Hangman just had to pipe in as those words left Y/Ns lips  “Y’know Y/N as much as I love seeing you torture Bradshaw, everyone knows, you in a maid outfit would be a 1000 times better than him” at that everyone stared at Hangman. Bob threw peanuts at him while letting a “pervert” slip out his lips. while Fanboy nodded his head agreeing with Hangman's previous statement "Well y’know Y/N, we could put that maid outfit to good use, if you...." before Rooster could finish his reply

~Clack~ Game over

With that, the room went loud with 'Hell Yeahs' and laughter, while Rooster blankly stared at Y/N, who was sporting a Cheshire grin on her soft lips. “Birrrrdboy should I get a medium or a large for the maid outfit?” Rooster sighed out “ a large” Y/N looked Bradshaw up and down “Okay..Medium it is, I want it to be tight on ya” with that Y/N blew a kiss at him while going back over to her original spot next to Bob and Phoneix

— 

To say Rooster was in over his head was an understatement, He honestly thought Y/N was bluffing about the maid outfit, the only thing saving his ass from wearing the skimpy ivory and black satin getup over his uniform was the naval dress code. However, for some ungodly reason Maverick was willing to compromise with Y/N, and the two came up with a solution to their problem much to rooster’s dismay.

Which led him to wear a glittery patch on his flight suit, back and front with a bolded “Y/N’S BITCH” which unfortunately led to people on deck to start calling out to him as Y/Ns BITCH, but that still wasn't even the worse part Y/N had him running back and forth for the most ridiculous task “Compliment Hangman’s flying techniques”, “Give me 100 pushups.. Oh and put this on before you start” thrown at his face was a bright baby pink mesh ball…. A tutu. He was close to his breaking point after she volunteered herself to help clean up one of the admirals' offices, just to let out a singsong “Ohh birdboy..” 3 hours later, tutu still snug around his hips and countless curses slipping past his lips at Y/N and at his past self for getting him in this predicament in the first place. He wanted this to be over, He needed this to be over

~~

Y/N watched at a distance, admiring the look of concentration plastered on Rooster’s face as he was working on her plane, However her admiration was cut short when the sound of heavy boots stopped next to her, Hangman “Don’t tell me you are considering what I think you are” with that Y/N let a giggle slip thru her lips “No, I am not considering letting Bradshaw out of the deal. He made his bed so he can sleep in it, Besides I think is good for him it’s a bit of an ‘ego check’ Don’t ya think?” Seresin shook his head at that “ Oh Sweetheart you truly complete me… Tho can you order him to compliment me again, so I can record it for later use” “Anything for you, baby!”

~~

19:12  showed on his blinking watch, 2hrs and 56 minutes until this personal hell of Lt. Bradley Bradshaw would finally come to its climax, he honestly thought he would be relieved but at the same time, he felt an uncomfortable wave of disappointment linger around his thoughts. Even though he would never admit it out loud but the last week has been surprisingly enjoyable for him, mostly because of the laugh that would filter past Y/Ns lips or how her eyes would light up with mischief before blurting out her ungodly request to him. Rooster hates to say it, let alone think it but he would make this deal all over again, if he could..

Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off of the scene unfolding in front of her, Rooster bent over the pool table, hyper-focused on the shot without a care in the world if anyone saw him wearing the pink tutu paired with the “Y/N’s BITCH” laying across his chest… Sure Y/N had taken multiple pictures of Rooster in his get up but this was different, the look on his face was almost as if he was proud to be Y/N Bitch. At that Rooster locked eyes with Y/N, who shifted uncomfortably in her seat until she turned back to Bob and Fanboy. “Y/N, are you up for a round of pool?” Y/N’s eyes immediately snapped towards Bradshaw, until giving him a slight shake of her head “Oh come on Y/N, why not unless you are too chicken too?” Rooster mocked her.

At that Y/N’s eyes harden “ Birdboy, I honestly thought you would have learned your lesson, considering how this ended last time.” Rooster darted his tongue across his bottom lip before the words drifted out “What can I say darling, it’s a really addictive game especially when the prize is too enticing. Besides, I wanna try and even the scores out again. What do ya say?...” Y/N was silent, just watching LT. Bradshaw with baited breaths “Ready to lose again?” Hangman’s eyes drifted from Rooster until they landed on Y/N, before clearing his throat “ Soo what is the bet this time?”

~~

Okay so I haven't started on part two yet so bear with me, but I also have in mind two different endings :P so happy reading until next time

[magnolia-among-the-stars]

bad habit [hangman PT. 2/8]

PART OF MY “WHATEVER THIS IS” SERIES WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE PAIRING: JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN x Bartender!Reader NICKNAME: Sunshine It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else. Want to be added to the tag list for this character, all stories or another character? let me know here :)

PLOT: Penny Benjamin's niece works at The Hard Deck, saving the money she earns to get out of the west coast and put herself through Graduate School. What happens when a pretty boy pilot ends up as her fake boyfriend?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE

ONE WEEK AFTER THE SPECIAL DETACHMENT

The ringing of the large bell in the middle of the Hard Deck brought you out of your deep thoughts, hand pausing from scratching down your notes from your textbook. A laugh bubbled up from your chest as you watched Penny point toward Rooster, his head down on the bar with his large arm hung in the air – cellphone clutched in his tight grasp.

The bar erupted in cheers as Maverick clapped his nephew on the shoulder and put his credit card down on the bar top. “Gunna join us, Sunshine?” a gruff Texan accent radiated across your ears, and you glanced left. He was tucked up against the jukebox, beer tucked in one hand as his fingertips danced over the buttons behind him. He pushed a button, and the beginning notes of How Will I Know by Whitney Houston began echoing along the bar.

You rolled your eyes at his confused expression and a small chuckle left your painted lips as you began to pack your books into your backpack. “If you were looking for My Girl,” you leaned back and adjusted your bag over your shoulder as you checked your watch. “I think you were looking for C15.”

You turned your back to Hangman and moved across the floor to the backroom to put your stuff in the office ahead of your shift. A flash of blond hair followed clumsily behind you, peeking through the door as he awaited your returning figure. You sighed at the sight of him and moved to grab your drawer for the register along with your water bottle.

Ever since that first night that the Top Gun Elite Graduates had returned to North Island, you were unable to get the big-headed brute out of your hair. At first, you thought he would have moved on – not feeling your body type matched his whole aesthetic and yet, he remained. Hangman loved a challenged and apparently, the more you denied him the attention, the more he laid it on thick.

Consistent for a man only after a night in bed.

You took a second to collect yourself before pushing the swinging door open, bumping the man in the side as you moved past him. He called your name, much to your annoyance and his footsteps followed you until you were safely tucked behind the bar. Penny tapped your bum playfully with her rag as you pushed your drawer into the slot of your register. You giggled at her as you moved over to where a few of the pilots were crowded. “Alright everyone, what’s your order?” you asked, eyes flittering over to the mess of sandy curls at the center of the group. “On Bradley, of course,” you winked as he rolled his head to glare at you.

“Fun, Sunshine,” he grumbled as he let a small smile creep onto his face. “Cute of you, really.”

“She is cute, isn’t she?” Hangman announced from the back of the group and Aries rolled her eyes, shoving the exposed sunkissed skin on Hangman’s shoulder.

            “Give it a break, will ya Jake?’ she grumbled before turning to you with a bright expression. “Two Tequila Sodas for me and my drinking buddy here,” she nodded over at Phoenix who brightened at the woman’s words. You watched as Aries’ eyes twinkled and gave her a knowing nod before pulling out two glasses to fill with ice. “Where’s your WSOs this evening?” you slid the drinks over and filled the pints for the boys with beer. As you pulled down handles for the various beers, your eyes drifted across the bar until they found Hangman’s again.

            His green eyes watched your moves with a genuine smile on his face as he tipped his beer back and washed the remainder down his throat. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbled in the column of his throat and swallowed just as the IPA you’d been pouring for Payback began to run down your hands and drench the countertop. “Fuck,” you swore – pulling back and wiping your hands of the sticky beverage.

            Hangman’s delightful stare warmed your back as you quickly wiped up and slid a fresh beer into Payback’s grateful hands. You grabbed a mop to soak up the droplets that had tumbled to the floor and squared up to Hangman. His features were soft, different from any way he looked at you before.

            His gaze made you warm, the unnerving feeling causing you to clutch the pint glass from his fingertips and shifting so that he was facing your back. A manicured hand reached up to tip the Lager’s handle down, watching as the hazy brew foamed into the glass. Hangman’s silence was astounding, and you hated to admit that you were intrigued by his change in attitude. When you handed the now filled glass back to him, he graciously smiled – pearly whites gleaming as his eyes stayed glazed over at your small hands.

            Hangman sighed lightly; shoulders slumped as he finally glanced up at your eyes. Your breath catching in your throat. “Thank you, Sunshine,” he nodded and suddenly, you were too aware of the stretch of his athletic shirt over his strong back muscles when he moved. The width of his thighs, bulging under his cargo shorts. You were calling after him before you could understand your words.

            Hangman turned so quickly; he splashed a bit of beer on his long digits, but he seemed to not notice as he quipped an eyebrow. Boyish, you finally landed on the word. Hangman looked boyish for the first time since you had met him. It was the first time that Hangman hadn’t seemed to throw a cocky smirk your way, the rough visage melting into a shy and insecure boy.

            “What?” he breathed out, arms coming down to rest on the bar as you squared off once again.

            “8 o’clock tomorrow,” you mumbled, clearing your throat as you felt Penny’s prickling gaze on your neck as she and her boyfriend watched the scene before them. Hangman only gave her a blank stare, mouth parted as he tried to comprehend. In a bold move, you reached over and graze your fingertips along his jawline as your pointer finger dragged up his stubbled chin.

            “It’s the time you can pick me up here from my shift for dinner,” you informed him before dropping the cloth down to wipe away any debris from the rowdy crowd and moving to take another order on your side without a second glance his way.

            Hangman gapped at the shadow of your presence, ghosted now as you flittered along to other patrons. His eyes finally found Penny’s as his plucked brows pinched together. “Don’t screw this up,” Penny called pointedly before moving back to assist her bartender.

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[paperjunk]

Life or Death - Chapter 09

Summary: Anger issues and memories of a horrific past biting at her heels, Kenzie Ames is pulled back into active service. Sent to Top Gun to help train a handful of Navy Pilots on how to survive their next mission, Ames’ resentment and anger may hurt her and those around her more than she knows if she can’t get it under control. Secrets weighing her down, Ames soon finds a Lieutenant’s persistent desire to know her maybe more than she can handle as the clock ticks away the time she has to make sure that not only do they come home, but the part of herself she left back in the cold, barren, tundra does too.

Author Notes: I am out of practice writing fanfiction. Sorry. This is an OC x Bradly Bradshaw or Reader x Bradly Bradshaw. All 3rd person pov.

Table of Contents: Will update as we go.

Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 | Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 | Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 |

Maverick looked down at the well-worn picture in his wallet. A picture covered in crease marks. A picture that had been snatched from his fingers more than once by the wind. One that he had chased down every time to dust off, straighten out, and put back into the placeholder where his driver's license should have been.

The girl beamed back at the person behind the camera, all skinny long legs and arms, bright pink wavy hair down to her waist, and sunkissed skin from days long since spent under the summer sun and in the salty water of the ocean. Her green eyes held mischief and a certain degree of amusement in them if the water gun peeking out from behind her back was any indication.

What would she have been like had he been there? Would she have smiled even brighter? Would they both have been in the picture, laughing and finally giving chase after the camera holder, water guns blazing in the summer heat?

He would never know. 

He may now never know what a future with her would be like. What it would be like to live without the shame and regret of his past biting at his heels. It didn't matter how fast or how far he could run...it would still be there, nestled somewhere deep in his heart and thoughts. Especially his thoughts, as they turned to her as of late. He had tried to talk to her, but he hadn't accounted for the anger that had burrowed down somewhere deep inside of her. The overwhelming hate and sadness had been painful to see...and to hear.

"Don't ever call me that," she said, green eyes that matched his own, boring holes into him. "You will never have the right to call me that."

Maverick was never one to give up, but the malice in her voice had set him back and hurt him more than he was willing to admit. He had returned to the bar that night and nursed the same beer as Penny made her second, third, and fourth rounds.

"Mav?" Rooster said, cutting into his thoughts and the older man's head snapped up. Rooster watched as Maverick stuffed his wallet into his jeans and threw him a bright smile.

"Get the good stuff?" He asked, taking in the six-pack in one hand and bag of groceries in the other.

"Of course! Nothin' but the best for the game," Rooster replied with a lift of his lips, setting everything down into the back of the bronco, his head turning to catch sight of the building to his right. Maverick followed his gaze but saw nothing except a short set of stairs to a dark China blue door of what had to be the shop owner's apartment above something called: The Farmhouse. Maverick had the briefest of speculative thoughts scurry across his mind before he shook them away.

He first noticed them when the crowd parted momentarily, giving him a glimpse of the couple deep in a back booth. The two sitting a little too close, and Rooster being a bit too friendly. He watched between patrons as Rooster's hand reached out, brushing her hair back from her face, lingering as his thumb brushed against her cheek before wrapping his hands around his beer. Maverick abruptly felt something shift inside him, and he wasn't quite sure what it was until he saw her smile softly at Rooster, green eyes hooded and warm to the idea of the man beside her, and Maverick knew. 

The thought felt so random and surprising that Maverick sat frozen in disbelief for a split second before a sudden rush of disappointment in himself washed over him. What he had wanted to do...was to protect Rooster. To protect him from what he felt would inevitably happen. To protect Rooster—from Ames.

That night, a whole new color and shade of shame ran through his veins. He had been there for Rooster, right up to the point the teen had tried to join the Navel Academy. Maverick tried desperately to be the father that he knew the boy would never have when there was a little girl out there that needed him just as much, if more so, than anyone else, and he had ignored her. Pushed away the possibility and let it get lost and buried under everyday idol thoughts. Ames had been accurate. He didn't have the right, and with the way his own feeling were betraying him, he was sure he'd never be able to.  

"I did not know they knew each other that well," Penny said, setting Maverick's heart racing as he hadn't noticed her approach.

"I didn't either," he replied, setting his beer down.

"You gettin' in the car or what, old man?" Rooster asked from the driver's side with a chuckle.

Maverick laughed and got in. "Watch who you're calling, old man!"

Dark brown hair brushed against her arm as she raised it, running a hand over the haul of the Su-57. Memories danced a slow decay across her mind while the world around her felt distant and unearthly to her. Closing her eyes, fingertips grazed over rivets and seams, nuts and bolts counted and accounted for in the blueprint of her psyche.

"There will be no more pain," a man says somewhere distant and far in her past. "You? You will work for us now while you wait," he smiles in her memory. "There is a wall some distance out there. It is old and crumbling, but it serves a purpose. It is meant for traitors and those that would try to spy on our country," his smile grows wider in her mind. "In thirty days, we will take you. We will take you to that wall and press you against it. And then we will blow your brains out across that wall. See my love? No more pain."

"Ames...," the voice caught her off guard, and her hand fell back to her side as if caught.

"What?" She demanded, recognizing Maverick's voice a few feet off.

"We need to talk to each other," he replied, tucking the clipboard against his side. "Really talk. I know it's the most inopportune time, but I'm not sure when we'll have a chance again, and we need to have a conversion. Especially before we put this mission at risk. If they haven't already, it's only a matter of time before the others pick up on your animosity towards me. Rank aside. If you need to scream at me, scream at me. If you want to deck me, deck me."

Maverick had chosen to confront her now, in the quiet of the empty wing when no one was around. Trying to find her outside of the base was more complicated than he thought, and being at the Hard Deck with so many other fellow pilots was not a good idea. Not saying that the current plan he was executing was a good idea either, but he felt he had run out of options. Doing this, Maverick was hoping Ames would finally say what she had been holding back. If her words on the beach had stung him, he had no doubt her words would hurt him now. She was like Rooster in that sense. Finding just the right words at just the right moment to slide the knife in a little deeper without anyone the wiser. It would take the audacity of him giving her permission to let out her feelings that would set her off...and Maverick wanted that. He wanted her to yell at him, to scream, to shout, to call him everything imaginable under the sun. He had forced the wound inside of her heart to fester that day so long ago. The least he could do was try to help it mend. If only a little.

Blinding white-hot anger raced through Ames, forcing her body around before her mind could make sense of the emotion that ripped through her.

"You sure do need a lot of things, don't you?" She snapped, nails digging into her palms. "Where were you when I needed you?"

"Kenzie...," Maverick started but was quickly cut off. 

"Where did you go when you ran off, Pete?" She asked in nearly a whisper. Green eyes that looked so much like his own boring holes through him as she stared him down. "Where did you go when you left a sixteen-year-old girl—alone on the street? Where were you when I was cold...or hungry...or afraid?" She asked coldly.

The room filled with a pulsating silence and was heavy with anger, grief, and pain as the clock on the hanger wall suddenly seemed louder to Maverick than before.

TICK, TICK, TICK

"Where were you...when she died just two blocks from home?"

The inability to not feel or look away from her pain was like standing in the path of a fast, oncoming train—inescapable.

"You have no idea how much I wish I had been there. How much I wish I had been a part of your life. The regret I've lived with for the past seventeen years...," Maverick said into the silence. He knew he could give excuse after excuse, but they would be just that—excuses.

"I don't hate you, Pete," Ames lied, eyes glancing away as she could no longer look at him and sighed heavily in the twilight. "Hate implies that I'm still emotionally attached to you somehow—which I'm not. So your regrets? You can keep those until the day you die for all I care because I will never be your daughter. And you will never be my father."

With each word, Maverick felt the sharp, heavy twist and wrench of a knife dug deep inside him.

"I didn't do that," Ames said, and eyes that he had known were his own seventeen years ago when he first saw them in a young girl's face finally returned to look into his own. Her face a mask of indifference.

"You did that."

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A/N: Have you ever started to write a chapter and find after you’re done that it’s not going to work as said chapter? So it’s like: okay i just wrote chapter 13 instead of chapter 10....>___>’ I’ve got like 3 chapters like that. Just chapters, but no order. DX  This chapter was loooong! lol

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redheadintech

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[xstarxgazerx]

Who said it?

1.) Life is better in flip-flops. -  Alice 2.) I need vitamin sea. -  Hunter 3.) Good times and tan lines. -  Scott 4.) Sandy toes. Sunkissed nose. -  Wyatt 5.) Good vibes happen on the tides. -  Sheriff Stanton 6.) Sand on, stress off. -  Grace 7.) Beach hair, don’t care. -  Alexis 8.) I wonder if the beach misses me. -  Teagan 9.) Memories are made in flip flops. -  Catherine 10.) High tides & Good vibes. -  Ezekiel 11.) Salty hair, don’t care. -  Chase 12.) B.E.A.C.H.: Best Escape Anyone Can Have -  Briar 13.) I need some beach therapy. -  Zachary 14.) Salt in the air. Sand in my hair. -  Finn 15.) Life’s a beach, find your wave. -  Damien 16.) Keep calm and beach on. -  Rhett 17.) Gone to the beach. Be back never. -  Presley 18.) If you’re not barefoot, then you’re overdressed. -  Peyton 19.) I don’t wanna be tide down. -  Maverick 20.) Beach you to it. -  Dodge 21.) Beach, please! -  Calla 22.) Girls just wanna have sun. -  Melanie 23.) Just a fish out of water. -  Bryce 24.) I’m pretty sure my birthstone is a sea shell. -  Vanessa 25.) Less worries, more sunshine. -  Aurora 26.) The ocean breeze puts my mind at ease. -  Bowie 27.) I can sea clearly now. -  Daphne 28.) I’ve got sunshine on my mind. -  Mayor Edwards 29.) Tropic like it’s hot. -  Adah 30.) Just hanging with my gull-friends. -  Harlow 31.) Feeling fintastic. -  Emilia 32.) Call me on my shell if you need to reach me. -  Astrid 33.) Keep palm and carry on. -  Ryker

Vacation Drink Recipe

Recipe

1 1/2 oz white rum

1 oz dark rum

3/4 oz Orange curaçao

3/4 oz lime juice, freshly squeezed

1/2 oz Simple syrup

Fruit for garnish

Instructions Mix the rums, orange curaçao, lime juice, and simple syrup in a cocktail glass. Pour over ice. Garnish with fruit.

[melxrose]

Who said it, spring break edition.

1.) Life is better in flip-flops. — Vanessa

2.) I need vitamin sea. — Melanie

3.) Good times and tan lines. — Adah

4.) Sandy toes. Sunkissed nose. — Astrid

5.) Good vibes happen on the tides. — Hunter

6.) Sand on, stress off. — Grace

7.) Beach hair, don’t care. — Harlow

8.) I wonder if the beach misses me. —Bryce

9.) Memories are made in flip flops. — Daphne

10.) High tides & Good vibes. — Maverick

11.) Salty hair, don’t care. — Peyton

12.) B.E.A.C.H.: Best Escape Anyone Can Have — Dodge

13.) I need some beach therapy. — Calla

14.) Salt in the air. Sand in my hair. — Presley

15.) Life’s a beach, find your wave. — Scott

16.) Keep calm and beach on. — Mayor Edwards

17.) Gone to the beach. Be back never. — Emilia

18.) If you’re not barefoot, then you’re overdressed. — Damien

19.) I don’t wanna be tide down. — Chase

20.) Beach you to it. — Ezekiel

21.) Beach, please! — Teagan

22.) Girls just wanna have sun. — Alexis

23.) Just a fish out of water. — Rhett

24.) I’m pretty sure my birthstone is a sea shell. — Briar

25.) Less worries, more sunshine. — Alice

26.) The ocean breeze puts my mind at ease. — Catherine

27.) I can sea clearly now. — Wyatt

28.) I’ve got sunshine on my mind. — Aurora

29.) Tropic like it’s hot. — Zachary

30.) Just hanging with my gull-friends. — Bowie

31.) Feeling fintastic. — Finn

32.) Call me on my shell if you need to reach me. — Sheriff Stanton

33.) Keep palm and carry on. — Ryker

Spring Break Cocktails,

[luckyxcharm]

Lava Flow Drink

Ingredients

2 ounces frozen strawberries

1 ounce light rum

1 ounce coconut rum

1 banana

2 ounces cream of coconut

2 ounce pineapple juice

1 cup ice

Instructions

To a blender add strawberries, light rum, and coconut rum. Blend until well combined. Pour mixture into a glass and set aside.

Rinse out the blender.

Then add banana, coconut cream, pineapple juice, and ice to the blender.

Blend until well combined.Slowly pour the banana mixture over the strawberry mixture. Garnish with pineapple and cocktail umbrella and ENJOY!

BEACH QUOTES 

1.) Life is better in flip-flops. ~ Vanessa 2.) I need vitamin sea. ~ Mayor Edwards 3.) Good times and tan lines. ~ Sheriff Stanton 4.) Sandy toes. Sunkissed nose. ~ Adah 5.) Good vibes happen on the tides. ~ Wyatt 6.) Sand on, stress off. ~ Damien 7.) Beach hair, don’t care. ~ Rhett 8.) I wonder if the beach misses me. ~ Aurora 9.) Memories are made in flip flops. ~ Briar 10.) High tides & Good vibes. ~ Chase 11.) Salty hair, don’t care. ~ Maverick 12.) B.E.A.C.H.: Best Escape Anyone Can Have ~ Scott 13.) I need some beach therapy. ~ Alice 14.) Salt in the air. Sand in my hair. ~ Ryker 15.) Life’s a beach, find your wave. ~ Finn 16.) Keep calm and beach on. ~ Peyton 17.) Gone to the beach. Be back never. ~ Melanie 18.) If you’re not barefoot, then you’re overdressed. ~ Teagan 19.) I don’t wanna be tide down. ~ Zachary 20.) Beach you to it. ~ Alexis 21.) Beach, please! ~ Calla 22.) Girls just wanna have sun. ~ Bowie 23.) Just a fish out of water. ~ Bryce 24.) I’m pretty sure my birthstone is a sea shell. ~ Harlow 25.) Less worries, more sunshine. ~ Daphne 26.) The ocean breeze puts my mind at ease. ~ Emilia 27.) I can sea clearly now. ~ Ezekiel 28.) I’ve got sunshine on my mind. ~ Presley 29.) Tropic like it’s hot. ~ Astrid 30.) Just hanging with my gull-friends. ~ Catherine 31.) Feeling fintastic. ~ Dodge 32.) Call me on my shell if you need to reach me. ~ Grace 33.) Keep palm and carry on. ~ Hunter

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Beach Quote Match Up

1.) Life is better in flip-flops. - Hunter 2.) I need vitamin sea. - Dodge 3.) Good times and tan lines. - Damien  4.) Sandy toes. Sunkissed nose. - Briar 5.) Good vibes happen on the tides. - Ryker  6.) Sand on, stress off. - Alice 7.) Beach hair, don’t care. - Vanessa  8.) I wonder if the beach misses me. - Sheriff Stanton  9.) Memories are made in flip flops. - Peyton  10.) High tides & Good vibes. - Wyatt  11.) Salty hair, don’t care. - Catherine  12.) B.E.A.C.H.: Best Escape Anyone Can Have - Melanie  13.) I need some beach therapy. - Rhett 14.) Salt in the air. Sand in my hair. - Daphne  15.) Life’s a beach, find your wave. - Harlow  16.) Keep calm and beach on. Bryce 17.) Gone to the beach. Be back never. Presley  18.) If you’re not barefoot, then you’re overdressed. - Teagan  19.) I don’t wanna be tide down. - Chase  20.) Beach you to it. - Astrid  21.) Beach, please! - Emilia  22.) Girls just wanna have sun. - Bowie  23.) Just a fish out of water. - Adah 24.) I’m pretty sure my birthstone is a sea shell. - Maverick  25.) Less worries, more sunshine. - Calla  26.) The ocean breeze puts my mind at ease. - Scott 27.) I can sea clearly now. - Finn  28.) I’ve got sunshine on my mind. - Mayor Edwards 29.) Tropic like it’s hot. - Grace 30.) Just hanging with my gull-friends. - Alexis   31.) Feeling fintastic. - Aurora  32.) Call me on my shell if you need to reach me. - Zachary 33.) Keep palm and carry on. - Ezekiel 

EASY PINA COLADA 

6 ounces (178ml) pineapple juice

3 ounces (89ml) coconut cream coco real cream of coconut

1 ½ ounces (45ml) light rum

1-2 cups crushed ice

Mix all ingredients in a blender and blend until smooth. Pour into glass and serve garnished with pineapple slice and cherry.

[urmindisastreamofcolors]

Picture Perfect: Danny Wagner x Reader

A/n: in honor of Danny winning drummer of the year 😉 let me know what you guys think!

Warnings: pretty spicy so 18+!!! Minors DNI please! 

Taglist: @joshyswife @katie-gvf @theweightofstardust @maverick-rose @greta-van-yeet @weightofdreams-gvf

It had been Danny’s idea to whisk you away for a long weekend in a cabin nestled in the Smokey Mountains. You both had an incredibly stressful month between you starting up your own photography business and the long days at the studio were beginning to wear down on your boyfriend, so you were incredibly excited to be spending some alone time together. The drive was filled with light conversation and shared laughter as Danny told stories about the Kiszka boys' antics. 

Music filled the air in the car, acting as gentle background noise and what was nearly a three hour drive felt as if it lasted thirty minutes. When you arrived, you gasped slightly at how the sunkissed log cabin with a wrap around porch that looked as if it had sprung from the mountain side itself. Snow had already dusted the eves and the roof as winter truly set in and settled into the mountains. 

“Danny! This is amazing. When you said cabin, I was thinking like...well, definitely not this,” you said excitedly as he helped you out of the car knowing how prone you were to falling. You placed your hands on both his cheeks as you pulled him for a kiss. Eventually, he pulled away reluctantly and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. 

“Go inside, babe. It’s freezing out here and you and I both know that you don’t do cold well. I’ll grab the bags and be right behind you,” Danny said with a smile and your cheeks turned a shade of scarlet and it wasn’t from the frozen wind caressing your face. Following his instructions, you shuffled your way carefully up the snow-covered steps and into the cabin. The inside had beautiful oak wood floors that matched the log walls. A fire had already been lit in the river rock fireplace making the living room and kitchen toasty. 

You started to explore and found a small half bath on the ground floor off the kitchen. Finally, you made your way upstairs to the loft where there were floor to ceiling windows and a sliding glass door situated in the middle to take you to the balcony. Sweeping your gaze across the well decorated room, you saw a king sized bed with a thick comforter and flannel sheets. You laughed a bit to yourself at the thought of Danny needing any help keeping you warm over the weekend. That man was the definition of hot. You were about to make your way into what looked like a master bath when your gaze settled on the balcony again. Your eyes lit up when you saw the hot tub and you were hoping it was in working condition. 

You jumped when you heard Danny shuffling up the stairs with your suitcase in one hand and his duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. He didn’t seem to be having any problems carrying anything up, but you felt bad for not helping. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” you apologized as you moved to grab your bag and sit it on the bed. You wondered if maybe you really had overpacked when it took both your hands and your knee to throw your suitcase onto the mattress. You turned, giving Danny a look as he openly laughed at you struggling, but you both knew there was no true malice behind your eyes. Much like you did earlier, Danny started looking around the room and it didn’t take long for him to notice the hot tub. Without saying anything, he opened the door and stepped out quickly. You watched from the bedroom with your sweater clad arms wrapped around your torso to preserve some heat while Danny removed the cover and hit a few buttons. Whatever he did must’ve been successful as he threw his hands in the air and then ran back inside. 

“Did you pack a swimsuit, y/n,” Danny asked with a smirk. You unzipped your bag and pulled out a lavender bandeau bikini with matching high waisted bottoms with a smirk of your own. 

It took longer for you two to change than it did for the water to reach the perfect temperature in the hot tub. You grabbed a couple towels and the bluetooth speaker that Danny had brought, but you stopped when you saw your boyfriend struggling to put his thick hair into a proper bun to keep it from getting wet. 

“Want help,” you asked as you put the items in your arms down on the bed. He nodded his head with a lopsided grin and sat on the bed so that you could reach him better. It only took you a couple seconds to twist his dark hair into a loose bun and gave him a kiss. 

“First one to the hot tub-,” Danny started as he tried to stand up, but you quickly shoved him backwards as you bolted for the sliding glass door snatching your towel and speaker. 

“Gets to pick the music,” you finished as you giggled. The minute your feet touched the cold balcony you hissed a breath in through your teeth and danced your way quickly to the hot tub as goosebumps prickled your exposed skin. Danny wasn’t far behind you and the water splashed you when he nearly jumped in. You fiddled with the speaker and your phone while you connected it and clicked a random playlist on Spotify. Mykonos by the Fleet Foxes floated through the air and Danny sat next to you, one arm around your shoulders, as he leaned back with his head against the edge of the hot tub. Your eyes traced over his features, focusing on his jawline and then lingering on his lips. He looked so relaxed which was something he hadn’t gotten to do in awhile. 

Your body moved on its own accord when you threw one leg over his lap to straddle him.You started to place feather light kisses along his jawline. His large calloused palms settled on your hips and his thumbs began to rub circles into them. You wrapped your arms around him, one hand settling on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck as you started kissing down his neck. Danny tilted his head to the side to allow your more access and a quiet sigh escaped his nose as one of thumbs lightly ghosted under the edge of your bottoms. 

A few seconds later, Danny turned his head, nuzzling his nose gently into the side of your cheek. Getting the message, you caught his lips with your own and scratched the back of his head gently with your nails. He moaned lowly into your mouth and you nipped gently at his bottom lip. Both his hands were now roaming over your ass and up your sides as the intensity of the kiss turned into a makeout session. 

The song changed and you mentally noted White Winter Hymnal playing while the low, breathy moans filled the air. Danny’s tongue traced your bottom lip, asking silently for entrance which you happily allowed. He wrapped one arm tightly around your waist pulling you tighter against him and you gasped slightly when it caused you to grind against him adding to the desire pooling your lower abdomen. You didn’t even try to fight for dominance as Danny led you through the kiss before putting his long fingers under your wet bikini top clearly showing that he wanted it off. He peeled the wet fabric from your body and threw it to the deck where it landed with a plop. 

You opened your eyes to look at him taking in his dilated pupils and you wondered if his cheeks were flushed from the water or from you. Your damp chests heaved together as he littered kisses across your collarbone causing you to throw your head back at the sensation. 

“Danny,” you said breathlessly. 

“Yeah,” he whispered against your skin as his teeth nipped lightly at your neck making you moan. 

“We should go inside.” 

His fingers dug into his hips as you started to grind down against him as you looked for any kind of friction and he groaned lowly as he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth. Suddenly, he looked at you with a grin as he pushed you off him and jumped out of the hot tub wrapping a towel around his shivering body. 

“Last one inside has to be on top,” he said with a winky as he stepped into the warm master bedroom. You smiled and rolled your eyes as you stood quickly, hopping out of the tub. You shimmied out of your bikini bottoms, grabbing your phone and speaker before making your way inside. 

Danny was already sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and waiting for you. His eyes roamed over your body as he drank you in. You slowly put the items in your palms on the dress before untwisting your hair from the bun you had thrown it up in, letting it cascade down your shoulders. You gave him a smirk as you padded slowly to the bed, placed you hand on his shoulder and pushed him onto his back. 

“If you wanted me to be on top, all you had to do was ask,” you said in a breathy voice as you reattached your lips to his. 

You had a feeling neither of you were going to be going to bed anytime soon.

[donuqx-art]

thought I should rewrite my introduction cuz yea,,

➪ 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒

my name is mincy and I go by she/ they/ it pronouns. I’m an artist that mostly draws omori fanart cuz this game has taken over my brain,,,

➪ 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠

❥ comfort characters from omori : the main cast (especially kel, basil and aubrey), captain spaceboy, charlene, the maverick, cris, pretty boy, the jock

❥comfort characters from tbhk : kou minamoto, mitsuba sousuke, aoi akane, the mokke

❥ comfort characters from soul eater : maka albarn, black star, death the kid, liz thompson, crona gorgon

❥ comfort characters from enstars : the whole unit of ra*bits and switch, adonis otogari, arashi narukami, chiaki morisawa, kanata shinkai, shinobu sengoku, subaru akehoshi

❥ comfort animals : raccoons, cats, dogs, bunnies and penguins

❥ comfort ships : sunkissed (omori), sunflower (omori), suntan (omori), cotton candy (omori), chamomile tea (omori), seabunny (omori), paintsplash (omori), paper boat (omori), peanut butter jelly (omori), aoinene (tbhk), mitsukou (tbhk), croma (soul eater), tsuliz (soul eater), inotan (kny), zenezu (kny), shinomitsu (kny), mitsuhaji (enstars), tomomitsu (enstars),torihaji (enstars), narumika (enstars)

➪ 𝑚𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑠

❥ mincy (omori) (ID)

❥ yashiro nene (tbhk)

❥ mei shijima (tbhk)

❥ patty thompson (soul eater)

❥ bobble hat (coroika)

❥ ochako uraraka (mha)

❥yuzuki fuwa (assassination classroom)

❥ zenitsu agatsuma (kny)

❥ shinobu kocho (kny)

❥ sora harukawa (enstars)

❥ mitsuru tenma (enstars)

➪ 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠

❥ d3ad animals

❥ t0d0m0m0 (mha ship)

❥ k1ms1l (omori ship)

➪ 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡

❥ basic dni criteria ( lgbtq+phobic , racist)

❥ toxic shippers

❥ proshippers

❥ p3dos/ maps

❥ l0licons / sh0tacons / k0d0cons

❥ if you’re under 13

❥ nsfw accounts

❥ if you’re over 30

❥ k1ms1l shippers

❥ fujoshi/ fundanshi

❥ ybc stans

[sunnysviolin]

Master List for my blog

I write Omori headcanons and I love getting anons!!! If you have any requests or anything to share, please send it to me!! (Also I was told to put my kofi here instead of in my bio bc I can put a link here but!! no pressure to send me anything or anything like that! I answer anons regardless of coffees haha!- https://ko-fi.com/sunnyv)

Under the read more is everything I’ve written so far (It’s getting pretty long, so I thought I would keep the pinned post short) 

AUs

Hero’s Journey with the Occult Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Hero’s Black Space Part 7 Art 1 Art 2

Mari Coma AU Part Two Part Three

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Hero’s Moving Castle AU Part Two

Broken Melody AU Part Two Part Three (Side Headcanon) Part Three (actual) Part Four Part Five

If someone else had been there the night of the recital Part Two

Royalty AU Part Two (Dragon Journey 1/2) Part Three (Dragon Journey 2/2)

Not Again AU Part Two

Mafia AU Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five (Mini) Part Six (Also Mini) Part 7 HeroMari Playlist Part 8 Part 9

Runaway AU Part Two Part Three

Shattered AU Part Two Part Three Part Four

Headcanons

Sunburn Headcanons- Future

Kelbrey soulmate AU- Brussles Sprouts and Orange Joe

Scary Viddy Game

Gen Charlene

Gen Mari

Sunnflower Casual Dates

Bread Twins Part Two

Hero and Kel Part Two

Gen Kel Part Two

Sunny is a Cryptid Part Two Part Three (Sleepover) Part Four

Sally Headcanons

Transfem Sunny

Basil’s Legal Troubles

Kimbrey headcanons

Kel saved Sunny (and all of them really)

Sunnflower Movies

Tristan Headcanons (My OC)

Angel Headcanons

Stranger Headcanons Part Two

Mari and Basil Friendship

Aubrey and Basil Siblinghood Part Two 

Happy Mari *Mari Lives*

Demiromantic Hero

Joint Custody- OrangeCat Headcanons

General Maverick

Kelbrey- Secret Relationship

Come Home Series

Omori Continues 

The Gang as Babies

HeroMari Children

Gen Kim

Sunkissed Gift Giving

Tics

Gen Hero

Hibi’s Basil Ask

Ghibli Movie Explanations

Gen Suntan

April Fools Day

Character Tag Asks

Sunny Dyes his Hair

Delinquent Guerilla Gardener Basil

Kimbrey Post Valentines Sweets

Big Brother Hero Part Two Part Three

Gen Sunny and Kel

Kel/Basil/Aubrey Gen

High School Sunny Part Two Part 3 Part Four Art 1

Semiverbal Sunny Part Two Part 3

Cats for Sale

Fun with Dentistry

Burnt Sunflower

Gen Heromari

Why I think Hero Forgives Sunny

Soup is Soup

Sunny Inherits Omori’s skills

Are Sprout Moles Vegan? A Thesis

World Traveling Part Two Part Three

Who Can Sing/ Sunny Hums

Sunnkissed- Kel’s Freckles 

Music Note Ask Game

Gen Aubrey

Artist Sunny Part 2 (Children’s Author) Part Three

Daphne and Sunny

My Favorite Character (Meta)

Flowers or Consequences Unexpected Sequel Part Three?

Sunny is a Misleading Name

Happy Birthday Mari Posts White Day Pt 2

Symbolism in Omori

Nonbinary Kel Part Two Part Three Part Four

Neurodivergent Basil Part Two  Part Three (ADHD)

Polly Headcanons

NB/Transmasc Basil Part Two Part Three

Sunny is a nickname

Mari has OCD Part Two

Social Media Headcanons Part Two Part Three

Suntan- How they got together

Autistic Sunny Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Why I Think Sunny Doesn’t Physically Self Harm (Meta)

Sunnflower- How Basil fell back in love with Sunny

Aubrey and Kel on Mari’s birthday after she dies

Everyone saw Something

How Mari Got Mewo

Sunny’s Eyepatches Part Two Part Three 

Aubrey’s gang (The Hooligans) and Sunny’s group��

Sunny and Bo En

Pets Part Two 

Kel’s Egg Puns

Sunny is a Crow Part Two

Nonbinary Sunny Part Two

Why Sunny Hates Sweetheart

Trans Hero Part Two Part Three (Kind of) Part Four Part Five Part Six

Basil and the Hooligans

HeroMari Wedding Part Two Part Three

Full Fics

New Normal

Promises

Choices- Sunny’s Mother Introspection LINK TO REWRITE

In Vino Veritas

White Dresses and Wedding Vows

Not Again (Multichapter Fic UPDATES 8/15/21)

When Everything is Made to be Broken

Forget

Patient is the Night

New Traditions

Shoelaces Fanart

Braids Fanart 

Zines I Participated In

Memories

Fanfic Recs

Part One Muse’s Picks