#sub maverick

[https-cyber-slxt]

Pegging H/Cs

R6S | Pt. 1 | Boy's Version | Not Proofread 🧐

Gustave "Doc" Kateb

"Ah! aH~! M-merde!" Gustave swears while wrapping his legs tighter around you, the fleshlight in your hand pleasuring him even more.

Your strap hits his prostate dead on, causing him to dig his nails into your back, his nails claw at you while you pump the fleshlight up and down.

"I'm g-going to c-cum!" He warns you as his back arches, he let's go of your back and grips the sheets, his legs wrapping even tighter around you as thick ropes of cum cover his stomach.

He calms down from his high, attempting to lift himself up to look at you, you smile at him and pull him into a kiss. Let's just say he's not working tomorrow.

Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev

Small pants left Shuhrat's lips as he bounced up and down on your strap, his grip on your thighs tightening as you slowly thrust up into him.

His eyes roll into the back of his head as you dig your own nails into his thighs, he continues to ride your strap as you smack his ass.

He throws his head back as you into bite his neck, tears falling from his eyes as the pain turns into pleasure.

His legs shook as his orgasm washed over him, his hands gripping the sheets, his pants getting lighter as he calmed down. Next time, he'll place the cluster charge correctly.

Olivier “Lion” Flament

"Oh-! Oh fuck, m-my love, that's so big~", Olivier moaned into the sheets as you shove the strap into his ass, you lie on top of his back, your arms wrapping around his neck. (Tall reader supremacy)

You pull his hair, forcing his head up, you pull yourself closer to his ear and bite it, a soft moan escaping him, you thrust into him, whispering praises into his ear.

He pushes himself up onto his elbows, he whines as you thrust faster, that pink dildo he loved so much stretching his walls so perfectly.

You shove your fingers in his mouth, causing him to gag, his back arches as he releases, his elbows giving up on him, forcing him to fall face flat on the mattress, oh well, at least he looks good while doing it.

Erik "Maverick" Thorn

Erik's gloved hand covered his mouth as his legs trembled in the air, his pleas for forgiveness were ignored by you as you pound into his pathetic hole.

"F-fuck, baby~ please, th-they're gonna f-find u-us" Erik moaned out as your strap hit his prostate dead on, he threw his head back and grabbed your waist, small whimpers escaping him.

His body shook as you breathed down his neck, your lipstick marking his entire neck along with a few purple hickeys. His eyes roll back as you bite his shoulder.

"Slut" you comment as you pound faster into him, his whines and moans becoming louder every few seconds, "Fu-fuck~ b-baby, I'm g-gonna c-cum!, oh sh-shit, ah! fuck! Imgonnaimgonnaimgonna- AH!" Erik arches his back as he releases, his legs shaking intensely as his eyes roll back.

You drop him on to the floor and speak up "You enjoy the show, James?"

A/N: Can you tell which one is my favorite?

:) Like sorry if this is shit , mb

#dom!reader #fem!reader #sub!character #gaming #rainbow six siege #r6s #sub doc #sub maverick #sub fuze #sub lion #😝

[mynameismckenziemae]

Paying For It

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader/You (name is Row/Rowan)

Summary: You unintentionally embarrass Bradley at the airport on the way to your honeymoon. Bradley makes you pay for it as soon as you get to the resort.

*This is a one shot/bonus scene to ‘She’s a Fire’ but can certainly be read alone!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! This is pure filth. P in v, oral (both m and f receiving), ass play, impact play (spanking), mean!dom bradley, humiliation, a hint of exhibitionism, etc.

“All set sir, have fun,” the TSA agent says with a smirk as he hands Bradley’s bag over.

“Thanks,” he mutters, face beet red.

The laughter dies in your throat when you see the dark look in his eyes.

You’re in trouble.

The worst best part is it wasn’t intentional; it just made more sense to put the array of sex toys in his bag since he had more room.

He doesn’t say anything as he grips your elbow and leads drags you to a vacant corner. He pins you to one of the pillars with his hips and leans in, “You think that’s funny? Embarrassing me in front of all those people?”

“Okay, it was funny, but I didn’t do it on purpose. Your carry-on had way more room than-“

“Liar. You’re gonna pay for that little stunt, Row,” he breathes against your neck, his tone full of dark promise. You can feel the hard, thick line of his erection as his hands slide down to grip your butt. “You’ll be lucky if you can sit this week without feeling what I’m gonna do to your ass.”

You whimper and shake your head, “No, please! I wasn’t-“

“Flight 1023 now boarding.”

“No excuses. Now let’s get on the plane, have a drink, and get some sleep. You’re gonna need your energy, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he chuckles darkly, patting your butt before adjusting himself.

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You do manage to get some sleep, but the last hour is torture with Bradley’s fingers tracing your inner thighs, but never touching where you want them most.

You fidget as he checks in at the resort and sigh in both relief and apprehension when you get to your room.

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He backs you up against the door as soon as it clicks closed, kiss you deeply before ridding you of your clothes and spinning you so your front is pressed against the cool wood.

Goosebumps rise as his fingers trail down your back and you don’t even try and hold back your moan when his hand leaves just to slap back down on your ass again, again and again, harder each time until your gasping and tears begin to prickle behind your eyes.

A wave of humiliation washes over you, yet you throb when you hear footsteps pause outside your door after a particularly harsh swat. You hold your breath until they continue on their way. Bradley hears it too.

“Does that embarrass you? Knowing anyone can hear you getting spanked like the naughty girl you are?” He chuckles at your whimper. “Good, now you know how I felt at the airport,” he then slaps the other cheek equally hard. “Now stay right here and keep your eyes forward.”.

You nod, sucking in a breath when he spanks you again.

“Use your words.”

“Yes sir,” you reply shakily.

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The heat from your ass settles between your legs and coats your thighs as you struggle to stay still while he rummages through the luggage before coming to kneel behind you.

“Oh God, Bradley,” you sigh, legs shaking as his fingers gather your slick before rubbing circles over your clit, he licks into you a few times and you squeak when he drags his tongue over your other hole before nipping your red cheek. You’re so overwhelmed you don’t hear the click of the lube.

You flinch when his cold fingers start to circle the tight pucker of your ass. “Couldn’t warm it up first?” You sass, instantly regretting it when he pulls the fingers away from your clit, slapping it gently before removing them all together.

Not the finger from your ass though, he just adds another, pushing two in slowly. “I was gonna be nice and distract you while I prep you, but not if you’re gonna be a brat.”

“Prep me? I’m sorry Br-I mean sir, I didn’t mean it. Please touch me. I’ve missed your touch so much,” you whine.

That much was true. You stole Sunny’s idea and didn’t have sex, or even get each other off for the entire month before your wedding yesterday, and while it was incredible (the 2 times last night and once this morning), you still weren’t sated.

“Yes, prep you. Maybe for a toy, maybe for my cock. We’ll see. And touch you?” He chuckles and slaps your clit again. “Like that?”

You huff, annoyed. “No, come on baby, you know what I mean.”

You hiss when he slaps your ass this time.

“I’m not your baby.”

Frustrated tears well in your eyes as you beg but he ignores your pleas and adds a third finger, pausing when you tense with a sharp inhale.

“Color?” He murmurs, unable to resist pressing his lips to the burning handprint he just left.

“Green,” you sigh.

“Keep your mouth shut and take it then,” he taunts, slowly pumping his fingers again.

“Yes sir,” you reply and try to relax but you begin to squirm as the slight burn morphs into pleasure. An orgasm begins to build when he starts gently scissoring his fingers.

“Sir, I-,” you start, trying to warn him but he cuts you off.

“I said keep your mouth shut,” he growls with another slap to your clit and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge.

A broken cry leaves you but he ruins your sweet release when he stills the fingers inside you completely.

“I-I’m sorry sir, I tried to warn you,” you pant, tears dripping as you press your forehead against the door.

He slaps your clit again. “You’re not sorry yet, but you will be,” he says before removing his fingers from your ass, replacing them a moment later with a lube-slicked plug.

“‘Atta girl, it’s in,” he murmurs shortly after, nudging the base. “It’s almost as big as me. You’re ready to take my cock here, and you will before the week is over.”

You whimper as your neglected pussy clenches around nothing at his words.

“Stay here and don’t move until I tell you to, got it?”

“Yes sir.”

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He washes his hands and then brushes his teeth before digging through the suitcases again before you hear a deep groan from across the room.

You moan in response. He’s unashamedly jerking off.

“Goddamnit Row. Why do you have to be so fuckin’ naughty?” He sighs, “ We could already be on our second round. Come here.”

You turn and bite your lip at the sight of him; reclined shirtless in the chair, jeans still on but unbuttoned to allow the steady pulls of his cock.

You take a step but stop when he shakes his head. “Crawl.”

Oh my God.

Your face burns with humiliation and you shake your head, “Come on, I’ll-“

He stands and pulls his belt through the loops of his jeans, looping it before he slaps it across his palm, making you flinch. “Did I stutter? Crawl.”

“Yes sir,” you reply, dropping to your knees and doing as asked. You fight to not whimper as the movement shifts the plug inside you.

He lazily pulls at his erection and taps the head on your lips when you reach him. “Open.”

You obey and he pushes his cock between your lips, dropping his belt and thrusting shallowly a few times before gagging you when the tip kisses the back of your throat without warning.

He tenses and starts to pull out but you grip his thighs, letting him know you’re okay to continue.

He curses and drops the belt; his fingers comb through your hair before gripping a handful in each as he starts to fuck your face.

Tears again leak as you fight your gag reflex but he must be as affected as you by how quickly his rhythm falters. Soon he’s cumming with a groan.

You moan too as he fills your mouth, swallowing his cum greedily.

“Let me see,” he pants, tapping his fingers against your cheek before he tucks himself back into his boxer briefs.

You open your mouth and he hums his approval. He picks up his belt and nods towards the bed, “Bend over.”

As much as you want to protest, you also want to cum tonight.

You bend over the bed, and arch your back, smiling at his sharp inhale. Then you wait.

But it’s not the belt that touches you next; it’s his fingers dipping between your legs. “You’re fucking soaked, Row,” he whispers, tilting your chin for a kiss. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“I will,” you reply with a nip to his lip.

“Tell me why your punishment isn’t done yet?” He asks, straightening to stand behind you.

“Because you like me to spank me?”

He chuckles and brings the belt down across your right cheek. It wasn’t that hard but it makes a loud, satisfying thwack. You don’t even try to hold back your moan.

“Wrong answer.”

“Because I came without permission, sir.”.

He rewards you with a spank to your left.

“And?”

“And I interrupted you-ohhh God,” you cry, fingers gripping the lush white comforter as he gives you another two to the right, one on top of the other.

Your ass is burning but you crave more.

“What else?” He asks, panting.

“I don’t even know! Again,” you beg, your tear-filled eyes meeting his.

“Holy shit,” he mutters under his breath and does as asked, giving you a few more to each side, until your skin is glowing red and hot to the touch.

Your arms shake and tears fall as he drops the belt and flips you onto your back, kneeling at the edge of the bed to devour you. His hands grip the tender flesh of your butt and he pulls you further to his mouth, nipping, sucking, and licking you quickly to orgasm.

He shucks his pants as you come to, and lifts you further on the bed before sinking into you.

“I’m so full,” you whine, but it’s so good with the plug still inside you.

“You’re taking me so well, such a good girl-fuck!” His jaw clenches as you whimper and tighten around him at the praise. “Touch yourself, I’m not gonna last long, you feel too good,” he grits against your ear.

“Yes sir,” you sigh, slipping your hand between the two of you to rub tight circles over your clit.

“Oh fuck, I’m close. Get there, Row. Cum for me,” he groans, hips stuttering as he fails to hold back his release but you’re already there.

You cry out and your ears ring as the most intense toe-curling orgasm tears through you.

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Bradley cleans between your legs and rubs aloe on your sore tush when as you finally come back to your body.

“You’re gonna be the one paying for it if I can’t wear a bikini on this trip,” you sigh, melting further into the bed as he massages you.

His lip quirks before he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Promise?”

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A/N: 🙈 I’m a whore and I need to be humiliated by mean dom!Bradley.

Seriously though someone needs to take my phone when I’m ovulating.

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #dom!bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x you #top gun smut #bradley bradshaw x reader #dom/sub

[chevaliermalfets]

#what do you mean this isn't the actual dialogue #top gun #maverick mitchell #charlie blackwood #i want to make this clear this is NOT a mav/charlie #and the 1986 sub of the year award goes to....yet another tom cruise character #ray.gif #icemav

[shadowdancing-writes]

Hangster Biological Dom/Sub AU (nsfw/explicit) synopsis

bring me back to life

Jake “Hangman” Seresin is a High Level Dominant and the entire U.S. navy knows it.

That might be a slight exaggeration, but Hangman rubs his Alignment in everyone’s face.

On the other hand?

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw is a High Level Submissive, and only three people alive know it.

Himself, his estranged godfather, and his estranged god-father’s husband.

Rooster refuses to tell anyone his Alignment, believing that being a Submissive is no one’s business other than his own (not that he likes it being his business either.)

_

In the middle of the ocean, the night after a routine mission Rooster is in the showers when he feels it.

Sub Drop.

In the back of his mind, he knows the symptoms of Sub Drop have been chasing him for two weeks. Instead of being a smart Submissive, he pushed it to the side until he was back on land.

Now, he had no other choice than to find a Dominant with the ability to regulate his hormones.

And the only choice he has is the last choice he’d ever make. Jake “Hangman” Seresin, the only Dominant on the entire ship ranked high enough to give Rooster what he needs.

This leaves Rooster with a choice: let Hangman see the most sensitive and vulnerable part of him or force himself into hormone sickness.

Though Hangman is more than willing to step in, Rooster isn’t willing to take either option.

#top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #hangster #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #sereshaw #dom/sub #bdsmkink

[sunlightmurdock]

Afternoon Entertainment | Sub Rosa

Prompt: something where reader and Rooster are making out and almost get caught by Ice

Warnings: none other than some grinding / kissing / teasing. Wc: 1k

…

The movie crossed the threshold into boring about fifteen minutes ago, despite Rooster insisting that it’s a classic — that you’d love it. It’s a black and white Western that’s well past outdated and lacks any kind of plot that surpasses guns and horses.

Watching it with a hand rested against his temple, Rooster remembers this movie being way better when he was six.

You shift slightly and untuck your arms from across your chest. A sly glance to your left tells you that he’s still paying complete attention to the movie. Moving your legs, you pull them back from their restful spot against the coffee table and drape them over his thighs.

Instinctively, Rooster squeezes your shin softly and lets his hand rest there, his gaze unfaltering. His adam’s apple bobs in his throat, the pronounced vein on the side of his neck gives him away. It’s all very intentional, him ignoring you.

You lay back along the length of the couch, head resting against the arm. Your foot drags along his crotch slowly and then retreats back to his thigh. He catches your ankle, stopping your plan in its tracks. You can’t be stopped that easily. Bathed in afternoon sun, a golden hue coating your skin, you trail your fingertips along your thighs, nudging your dress up just a bit. Resting both of your feet on his thighs, knees parted, you turn your attention back to the movie too.

“I don’t get it, so is he the bad guy?” Voice gentle and sweet, your attention on the fucking boring movie, your actions are intentional too.

He’s just as fucking bored as you are. If you were at his place, he’d have you chanting his name, bouncing on his dick by now. But, you aren’t. You’re in the TV room in your parents’ house, waiting for your father to be done with work so that you can attend dinner with them tonight.

Rooster turns his head, eyes immediately landing between your legs. Your knees are parted just slightly, not enough for it to be obvious, but enough for him to have an idea of what you’re trying to do. Black lace covering your core, almost sheer.

“No, the, uh — the one with the black hat is the bad guy, baby.” He looks back towards the television and squeezes your ankle platonically. Your lips quirk up, amused as you stroke your bare foot against the inseam of his pants.

“You’re so smart.”

Rooster looks at you again, careful this time not to fall for your trap. As serious as he can ever manage to be with you, he frowns, “Cut it out.”

You grin.

“Come on,” You push your foot into his thigh and glance back at the open door to the room, then grab his arm to check his watch. “He’s not going to be done for like thirty minutes, at least.”

He ignores you, shifting awkwardly and resting his temple against his fist. He should have just let you pick the movie. If this was anything with Colin Firth in it, you would be too entertained to be torturing him like this right now.

Your hand still curled around his wrist, you wriggle down the couch a little and guide his hand — he’s too committed to trying to ignore you to stop you. Opening up his palm, you guide his fingers. Rooster can’t pretend that he doesn’t feel lace at his fingertips, or the warmth from your core, the pillowy skin at the apex of your thighs.

“Rooster,” You coo, shifting your hips, grinding your core against his hand. He’s an expert at pretending you’re better behaved. Like you’re not teasing him as badly as you are. But, curiosity gets the better of him — he looks. Watching, barely in charge of his own actions, he nudges the lace to the side and drags two fingers through your gathering excitement.

“No.” He retreats just as quickly, pulling his hand out of your grasp.

You sit up and press yourself into his side, lips grazing his jaw, “Roo,”

His hands grab at your hips as he swiftly manuevers you into his lap, “Hands above the belt, clothes stay on — or I’m gonna make you finish the movie.”

It’s rare that he gives you orders like this, so stern and serious. Amusement creeps across your features. You smile sweetly at him, settling down into your place in his lap. “Yes, sir.”

You bracket one of his thighs with yours as he grabs the back if your neck, squeezing softly as he tugs your forewords. Lips closed, tender, trying to slow you down. Your fingers smooth along the front of his button up, over the swell of his broad shoulders.

Right away, your tongue swipes along the plump swell of his bottom lip, sounds of gunfire in the background. Rooster’s fingers dig into your hips, trying to remind you to be slow. Defiance coursing through your veins, practically a birthright to punish your uptight father, you grind down against his denim clad thigh.

You moan, quiet but graphic, dripping with need as you rock yourself against him. It’s enough for him to finally part his lips for you, grabbing hard at your waist as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

His dress bunches in his fists, squeezing the material hard as he fights himself, keeping his hands safely on your waist.

Behaving when it comes to you is often out of the question, especially when you play dirty. You graze your teeth against his earlobe, drawing back with the sweetest little sigh of contentment.

Bradley groans softly as you suck at the length of his throat, sliding his hands down over the curve of your ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms and grinding himself against you. You rock down eagerly against the denim.

“Oh my — heads up.” Maverick squeaks as he stops in his tracks, only two steps into the room. Rooster grabs at your hips and shoves. You gasp as you land at his side with a surprised sound.

He turns his attention quickly back towards the TV, shifting slightly to put more space between the two of you.

“Princess, are you almost ready to go?” Ice ducks his head into the room to double check. Rooster swallows softly and rests his hands in his lap.

Sighing dejectedly, you shrug your shoulders. “Yeah…”

…

#sub rosa #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #top gun: maverick #bradley bradshaw smut

[fritzmybeloved]

Of Diamonds and Pearls

Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x Reader x Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Plot: A normal night with CEO Natasha and her two subby puppies.

CW: Pet play, d/s dynamic, p in v, oral sex (f!receiving), boot riding, aftercare (no duh)

Word Count: 780 words

!!!!MINORS DNI!!!!

It wasn’t unusual to find Mickey and (Y/N) in this position, at the mercy of Natasha. It was actually quite normal to be found between her legs, her hand tugging on the leashes attached to (Y/N)’s diamond studded collar and Mickey’s pearl studded collar.

“My poor puppies, I’m sorry for being gone for so long,” Natasha said, breathlessly.

(Y/N) and Mickey were eating out Natasha, lips and tongues clashing and meeting near the lips of her cunt and clit. You both were so far gone, but Natasha was quick to yank the leashes, guiding you back to where she needed. Mickey was still eating her out but (Y/N) was sucking her clit. 

Mickey and (Y/N) caused even more stimulation with their moaning and whimpering, getting themselves off on her black leather heeled boots. 

“My beautiful horny puppies,” Natasha whispered, stroking your heads.

She felt herself approaching her orgasm as Mickey and (Y/N)’s whimpers became louder, knowing they were reaching their limit as well. She pulled the leashes to get them away as she pulled them off her boots. Grabbing their faces with her hands she smiled, looking at their glazed over eyes as they whimpered from the loss of stimulation.

“(Y/N) be a dear and come on the bed, Mickey stand up,” Natasha said, holding the leash. 

Mickey got up, wobbly as he stood between her legs while (Y/N) crawled up the bed. Natasha knew he was too far gone so she helped him. Keeping her grip loose on the leash, she grabbed his hips and pulled him towards her cunt.

“Mickey, my lovely pearl, I want you to fuck me, can you do that baby?” Natasha asked sweetly, tapping her nails on his hips.

“Yes ma’am,” Mickey whispered, nodding his head, as he moved his cock into her cunt.

Natasha groaned, clutching his leash as she turned to (Y/N) who was kneeling near her head. She tugged her leash closer.

“I’m gonna eat you out my pretty diamond, can you sit on my face?” Natasha asked in a breathy tone as Mickey finally pushed his cock all the way into her.

“Yes, yes ma’am,” (Y/N) whispered, swinging her legs over Natasha’s head and slowly lowering herself over her mouth.

Natasha tapped (Y/N)’s hips, “Face Mickey for me. I want you both to see each other.” 

(Y/N) whimpered, turning herself to face Mickey as he fucked Natasha. Natasha wrapped the leashes around her hands as she pulled (Y/N) closer by her hips, eating her out and moaning into her cunt as Mickey fucked her.

(Y/N) cried out from the stimulation, moving her hands from Natasha’s stomach to Mickey’s shoulders. Mickey was moaning lowly as he pulled (Y/N) into a sloppy kiss. Their teeth and tongues clashed, drool falling out, both so far gone. Mickey pulled away suddenly, whimpering and groaning loudly.

“Ma’am I’m gonna cum, can I cum, please, please, I’ve been so good, please,” Mickey sobbed out as he kept fucking Natasha.

Natasha tugged his leash three times as she kept eating (Y/N) out as a sign for “yes”. Mickey whimpered, fucking Natasha faster and moving to hold (Y/N)’s hands on Natasha’s stomach.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, oh my-“ Mickey cried out loud as he shot his cum into Natasha, shaking.

Natasha groaned and moved to suck on (Y/N)’s clit, tugging her leash three times to signal she could cum whenever she wanted. (Y/N) cried as she orgasmed over Natasha’s face, clinging to Mickey’s hands. 

As (Y/N) came down from her orgasm she flopped onto the bed.  Natasha helped Mickey pull himself out of her before helping him lie down next to (Y/N). She got up, taking the leashes off first to show the scene was over. She moved to grab some snacks and water from her nightstand, helping Mickey and (Y/N) drink. As she left to grab a washcloth, they both started to whimper. 

“My puppies I promise I’ll only be gone a second okay?” Natasha told them, kissing their foreheads.

She wet some towels and moved to clean Mickey’s dick and (Y/N)’s cunt as softly as possible since they were both still sensitive. She then wiped herself off before finally taking off their collars. She set them aside with the leashes, moving to the center of the bed. Mickey and (Y/N) immediately clung to her. 

“Love you Nat,” (Y/N) and Mickey whispered, groggily.

“I love you both as well, my diamond and pearl,” Natasha whispered, kissing them both as they all drifted into dreamland.

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick smut #natasha trace x reader #natasha phoenix trace x reader #mickey garcia x reader #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #natasha trace smut #mickey garcia smut #this one is to the feral hours people #it's also for the sub mickey lovers and dom natasha lovers #if you both are free on Saturday so am i

[decadentworld]

“Show me your safe sign.”

Bradley snaps the fingers of his right hand twice, more easily than he imagined he’d have to try, given the position his arms are currently in. He looks up at you from the floor. His tongue already feels like cotton within his mouth, so he’s glad you’ve both settled on something that won’t require him to speak to stop if he wants to.

Not that he’ll be able to speak much with what’s about to happen anyway.

“Good boy.”

This is a small part of a bigger fic I haven’t started writing yet. I’ll probably revamp these illustrations with a more realistic style when I do. I just needed to get it out of my system lol.

#rooster x male reader #bradley bradshaw x male reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #sub bradley bradshaw #Top Gun #Top Gun: Maverick

[andmakeithome]

happy wip wednesday!! here’s a snippet of the last? second to last? chapter for paper planes au! this will most likely be rewritten as this was mostly word vomit from nano 2022, but here this is anyway! also I’ve decided goose is going to live, so this is going to have to change anyway lol. but I still enjoy this, so voila~

context: mav writes his soulmate (ice) a letter after goose dies; ice then realizes mav is his soulmate and rushes to mav’s base housing to attempt to comfort :’)

"Can I come in?" he asks, voice soft and low. "I just want to talk."

"At…three in the morning?" Mav frowns, glancing behind him as Slider pulls out of the driveway, headlights splashing across the porch. Mav looks Ice over suspiciously as Slider drives away, eyes catching on the crumpled plane in Ice's hand. He stills. His frown deepens as he blinks sluggishly, before his face goes abruptly white. He lifts his gaze, eyes flitting rapidly across Ice's features, eyes wide, fingers tightening on the door frame.

"Can I come in?" Ice asks again, fingers twitching at his side, wishing he had his pen to fiddle with in this awkward in-between. Mav steps aside, silent, and Ice steps into the house.

It's the same as any other base housing, Ice notes, but with little hints of life beyond: Mav's leather jacket strewn across the couch alongside a colorful knitted blanket. Mav's keys resting on the kitchen table. A child's drawings decorate the fridge, strewn up with plane magnets next to a letter.

A letter with Ice's handwriting.

His hand tightens around the paper plane in his hand.

"Is it…is it really…" Mav stutters behind him. Ice turns back to him and Mav shifts, unsure, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He seems to steel himself before he speaks again.

"Why are you here, Ice?"

"I…got your letter," he says, lifting it into view.

"How do you know it's mine?" Mav challenges. But even behind the brave face, Ice can hear the desperation there, and knows this— these…feelings welling inside him aren't just one-sided. He still takes a moment to mull over his words.

"I was too caught up in being at Top Gun to notice sooner, P," he says slowly, and the use of his nickname makes Mav pause. Ice pushes on, confidence building. "But you talk just like you write. Open and confident, bold and…and unabashed in whatever you say. There isn't anyone else like you," he says, flushing. And it's true, Ice can admit. There isn't anyone like Maverick. That's why he fell so hard, and just over their letters, at that.

"Yeah," Mav scoffs wetly, and immediately Ice knows he misstepped somewhere, "there isn't anyone else who would get their best— their RIO killed because they were too caught up in the competition."

#tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #top gun #tg86 #paper planes au #words from lyss #y'all. writing a story with letters throughout is just the most difficult thing in the world #especially when kids are writing the letters #I promise I'll get this done eventually but holy hell this is hard #and now I've thrown in the tori sub plot thing. and writing from ice's perspective is so much harder to write than from mav's pov #so I am on the Struggle Bus #this will still be finished...some day #but for now #enjoy some angst :')

[beachbabey]

no fuck you anon here’s some more sub!Bob thoughts because that ask was MEAN

CW: Mommy kink, smut, Minors Do Not Interact

pussydrunk! subby little bob who can't keep his mouth shut, even when gagged, yelping out pleas, he doesn't even know what he wants, getting so overstimulated by every touch that just for good measure, you pull away slowly

as soon as he feels you retracting your hands from him, his eyes snap open, so glossy and pupils so dilated you can't see the pretty shade of blue in them and he looks over to you, eyes seemly doubling in size out of pure lust and desperation

"please, please mommy i can be good, im a good boy, please I can do what 'm told, please please please touch me again, I can be quiet, promise mommy, I swear"

imagine literally fucking the brains out of Bob to the point where it's all just attempts at words coming out of his pretty little mouth, tugging on your hair to go faster or harder, shoving his face into your neck to try and ground himself enough to not fully slip into complete mindlessness, weakly trying to pull your face down to give him a kiss, but you're feeling extra mean today and decide to be an asshole by making him properly ask for it, knowing full when he can barely manage one word let alone a sentence

"come on puppy, you can do it, ask nicely, and I'll give you everything you want, all you have to do is ask"

#no we’re not gonna talk about this I don’t even write that much #Bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #sub!Bob floyd #top gun maverick #lewis pullman

[mynameismckenziemae]

In Case You Didn’t Know

Part 11 ½

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: It’s your turn to take the lead.

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ MDNI, this is pure smut, a little oral (m receiving), ass play, spanking, p in v, sub!jake seresin, light dom/sub, etc.

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“Turn over and find out.”

A shiver works through Jake from your words. You give him just a few more pulls before easing the stroker off and setting it aside.

“Christ Charlie!” He gasps when you bend forward to lick the remaining cum off his cock with a moan.

“Good?” You ask, looking up at him.

He nods, inhaling sharply when your tongue darts out again. “J-just…ah! sensitive.”

You finally release him and lean forward to brush your lips over his. “What do you say, Jake? Can I spank you?”

You smirk when his cock twitches in interest. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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“We can stop at any time,” you remind him as you straddle his thick thighs and warm some oil between your hands.

“I know. I trust you,” he replies into his crossed arms, sighing when you begin to massage his back. “If this is your idea of a punishment, you can punish me anytime.”

You laugh. “I’m just helping you relax first, I know how tense you’ve been lately. This massage oil also doubles as a lubricant.”

“Whatcha need lube for? I know it’s not you, I can feel how wet you are,” he replies, tensing as your hands travel lower to knead the taut muscles of his ass.

“A toy.”

“What kinda toy?” He asks, beginning to relax under your hands.

“A butt plug.”

“For you?”

“Nope. Well, it was going to be originally but I hadn’t had a chance to use it before you dropped in.”

“You like…that?”

“I’m not sure, haven’t had anything back there yet. Will you try it with me sometime?”

“God, yes,” he breathes, hips rutting into the bed at the thought of trying another first together.

You hum in agreement as you drag a finger between his cheeks and over his hole, coming back up to circle before pressing the tip in. You repeat the motions again and again. Soon he pushes back against your prodding finger, growing impatient.

You swat his cheek with your other hand. “Be patient or you won’t get anything but your spanking.”

He nods with a sigh, forcing himself to hold still.

You continue to tease his hole with your finger until he can’t hold back his desperate whines. You squirt out a generous amount of lube onto the plug and a bit more between his cheeks.

“It’s small; not much bigger than my finger but tell me if it’s too much,” you murmur before pressing it to his rim.

“It’s not-oh fuck. That’s good,” he moans, knuckles turning white as he grips the comforter when you gently push it in.

You lean down to press kisses up his spine. “It’s too bad you couldn’t listen. I was going to wear this tonight and ask you fuck me from behind so you could play with it,” you sigh dramatically against his back while you angle the base of the plug to press on his prostate. Your eyes drift close at the guttural sound that leaves him.

“I’ll be back,” you murmur before you climb off to wash your hands.

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“Nervous?” You ask when you return, walking to the edge of the bed.

“Nah, I’ve seen your spaghetti arms,” He teases, turning his head with a wink.

“Remember the last time you said that? I gave you a black eye,” you say, eyes narrowing.

“Okay, but the sun was in my eyes and the ball bounced off my glove-“ he cuts off with a gasp when your hand meets his ass for the first time.

“Excuses, excuses,” you sigh before bringing your hand down on his other cheek again and again in a flurry, harder each time. “Better watch that smart mouth before it gets you in more trouble. Got it?”

He nods and you spank him again.

“Use your words, Jake,” you order breathlessly as your fingers trail over the red handprints.

He lets out a shaky breath before replying, “Yes ma’am.”

Though it’s just his southern upbringing, another wave of arousal shoots between your legs, coating your thighs at his response.

He tenses when your hand lifts from his heated skin.

“Rethinking that spaghetti arm comment yet?” You ask, nudging the base of the plug.

“Yes ma’am,” he admits quietly, sucking in a breath when you spank him again.

You tease him by alternating between more harsh spanks and light caresses. You’re absolutely soaked from his wrecked gasps and whimpers and how his skin is getting more and more red with each hit.

It’s when he can’t keep his hips from grinding into the mattress trying to find friction that you decide he’s had enough.

“Learn your lesson yet?” You ask, rubbing the sting out.

“Yes,” he sighs, sounding fucked out already.

You sigh heavily and swat each cheek again. “Yes, what?”

“Ma’am…I meant ma’am! Yes ma’am!” He groans, hips working faster.

“There’s my good boy,” you purr.

His hips stutter at your words, bringing a hand under him to grip the base of his erection.

“Oh, you like that, huh?”

“I fucking love it, but I-you can’t…not now. Or I’ll cum,” he pants desperately.

As much as you want to see if your words could get him off, you hold your tongue; you’re just as much of a mess as he is.

Once his orgasm isn’t quite as imminent, you have him flip to his back, reveling in the hiss that escapes him when his burning skin touches the bedding.

You waste no time and straddle him, sinking down with a drawn-out moan as his cock kisses your cervix. His hands immediately reach for your hips in a bruising hold as he guides you into a punishing pace.

“I…I forgot to tell you,” you pant, reaching behind you as you ride him, “it vibrates too.”

His back arches when you click it on and a strangled shout is ripped from his throat, “Fuckin’ hell!”

You’re already close but you reach between your legs knowing he’s not going to last long. It only takes a few tight circles off your clit before you fall over the edge with an uninhibited cry.

Jake manages to hold off but when your pussy grips him like a vice, he’s done. The vibration against his prostate has hot tears of pleasure streaming from his eyes as he cums with a choked sob.

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“Something wrong, Jake? You’re squirming an awful lot there,” You murmur hotly against his ear the next morning in church. You’ve been watching him try to get comfortable on the hard wooden pew for the past 5 minutes.

Just as he’s leaning over to reply, Ruth reaches over to lightly smack the back of his head to shush him. You have to bite your lip to keep from giggling as a flush creeps up his neck to the tips of his ears.

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A/N: this was all porn, no plot. I’ll be the first to admit this isn’t my best work. Sigh. I feel like I can’t write worth a dang anymore.

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I love hearing what you think in comments/reblogs.

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#jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin smut #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #sub!jake seresin #jake hangman seresin

[adevotedreader]

What Tom had not expected was that despite the exhaustion, the bloat from steroids, the soreness from surgery and radiation, and the mental exhaustion of just staying alive, he could still look at Maverick and feel the tendrils of arousal spark to life in his mind. The spirit was willing though the body had no hope of rising to the occasion. And, more shockingly to Tom, Maverick still felt attracted to him.

#top gun #top gun fanfiction #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #fanfiction #AO3 #dom/sub dynamics #the plot bunnies attack

[letsboo-boo]

Lt. Neil "Omaha" Vikander

#omaha my beloved #i need to work on some gifsets. but have a bit of omaha bc im happy i finally have a copy wo subs! #neil omaha vikander #top gun: maverick #gee gifs

[shadowdancing-writes]

currently ass deep in thoughts and fic ideas but god i really wanna bring biological dom/sub to hangster and the tgm universe

#top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #dom/sub

[academicgangster]

cyclone: maverick isn't fit to tie iceman's shoelaces

iceman: delighted and in love every morning as maverick kneels before him to tie his shoelaces

#you can take this in a dom/sub way or in a caretaking way #why not both? #maverick x iceman #top gun: maverick #top gun #iceman kazansky #maverick mitchell #cain original

[https-cyber-slxt]

#polls #tumblr polls #r6s #r6s lion #r6s doc #r6s maverick #r6s smoke #r6s glaz #r6s iq #r6s iana #r6s ela #r6s ying #r6s ash #dom!reader #sub!character #gaming

[heavenlysphere]

#shut up maverick #nvm I got sad again. #I should prolly take my medication. #‘adults telling minors to end their sub to life.’ NO? Didnf say that ANYWHERE ur making that up. #evidence for that as well. #sighhhhh I love misinformation #I dont do drama. this was a friend clearing up thing. #I’m 21 I like talking abt the color pink. dont have time for silly business.