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tommys1girl · 2 years

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At The Pier

Summary: you and your friend, Shannon decide to go to the Santa Monica Pier one night when Shannon’s boyfriend appears with another friend. That other friend can’t seem to keep his eyes off of you… will he win the biggest prize of all and take you home?

•pure fun

•pairing: young maverick x female reader

•requested: yes

ENJOY MY LOVES :)

It was 4th of July weekend and the Santa Monica Pier was sure to be busy. You and Shannon had decided last minute to go to the pier Friday evening for a fun girls night out. You were visiting from San Francisco so Shannon was trying to show you all the things you were missing out on.

“Hey Y/N, I think Ice is gonna come meet us here!” Shannon said as you two walked towards the small roller coaster. “Shannon, I thought this was a girls night, now we’ve got Ice and his masculinity coming to ruin it,” you said with a giggle as you playfully hit Shannon on the arm.

“Oh c’mon, Y/N, you and Ice get alone so well and he hasn’t seen you since you were here last summer!” Shannon stands up for her boyfriend of three months.

“Okay fine, but he better not try setting me up again like he did last time I was here.” You said winking at Shannon.

As you approached the roller coaster you start to get a little nervous. You’re a little excited but haven’t been a roller coaster in years. Shannon practically had to bribe you to go on it. “I’ll buy you ice cream if you ride with me!” Shannon knew you well enough to know that you wouldn’t turn down free ice cream.

While you and Shannon were on the ride, Ice showed up with his buddy Maverick. “Hey, Mav I gotta stop and win something for Shannon, help me out?” “Ice these games are rigged and you know it,” he said almost sounding like Ice’s father. They walked up to a game of darts, and Ice hit all 3 in a row and still walked away with the smallest little stuffed animal. “Mav, I told you those games were rigged,” “actually, Ice, I told you that.” Mav responded punching Ice in the arm, laughing.

They walk over to the coaster after spotting Shannon. “Ice, who’s that girl sitting next to Shannon?” “Oh that’s Y/F/N Y/L/N, she’s visiting from up north, San Francisco I believe. She’ll be here all summer.”

Maverick couldn’t take his eyes off of you, but you hadn’t even noticed him yet.

“Hi Tom!” Shannon waved at her boyfriend, super excited to see him. “Hey baby, look I won you a prize!” He shouted, waving the stuffed turtle at her. “OHHHH!” Shannon shouted, overly excited to see her man as he showed her his prized possession.

As you and Shannon exit the ride, you were swarmed by a couple guys trying to get your number.

Maverick approaches you, “you wanna dance with me?” You give him a puzzled look and sternly say, “no.” “Well why not?” You shake your head at him, “because I don’t want to, that’s why.”

The two guys standing at her sides Slider and Wolfman, look at Maverick and say, “Hey Mav, sorry but she’s with us for the night,” and Wolfman looks at you, “hey Y/N, you maybe wanna ride the Ferris Wheel with me?” You grab ahold of his arm and give him a smirk, “I’d love nothing more than that!” You skip away with both men on your arm until you reach Shannon.

“Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell,” she says putting her arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the big wheel. You give her a funny look, “what?” “He’s a fighter pilot, he flies with Ice,” she says with a grin. “Shannon, he was literally inches away from my face, did you see that?” You say surprised. “Yeah, that’s Maverick. He goes after what he wants, he must really want you if he walked up to you all confident like that.” Shannon gave you the look she does when she’s really trying to make an impression. You just roll your eyes at her, continuing to walk straight ahead.

You make it onto the Ferris Wheel with Wolfman and Maverick has his eyes locked on you. You scoot in closer to Wolfman, making Maverick jealous.

Before you know it, Maverick is jumping into your seat, squishing between you and Wolfman. “OH MY GOD HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND” you shout at him. He makes himself comfortable as the ride operator yells at him, “Mav, you can’t do that!” “You owe me one Rick!” He shouts back.

Maverick looks at you, sticks out his hand and goes straight for the kill. “Pete Mitchell, I go by Maverick” he says. “So?!” You say shaking your head, keeping your hands in your lap. “So… it’s very nice to meet you.” He says calmly trying to get you to shake his hand still.

“Y/N do you know him?” Wolfman asks you. You respond, “No. Maverick I guess?” “Well yeah, I know who he is but you’re just now meeting him?” Wolfman asks directly ignoring Maverick.

“Maverick, I can’t have you up there! Only two people allowed at a time.” The ride operator shouts up in your direction. Maverick puts his hands up like he’s surrendering, “okay okay relax Rick!” Then… he jumps.

Startled you gasped. Maverick grabs onto a bar, dangling 100 feet in the air. Shannon directly below him shouts “Mav, you’re gonna get yourself killed!”

Maverick ignores the comment and looks directly at you, “Y/N will you go out with me?” You look at him as he’s dangly there, thinking about how crazy he must be, “are you insane? No!”

“No?” He asks again.

“NO!”

“No?…”

“Mav, she said no.” Wolfman chimes in.

“Why not?” Maverick asks.

“I don’t know, because I don’t want to!” You yell at him.

“Alright, well l I guess you leave me no other choice then.” He says as he lets go of the bar with his left hand, his right hand holding all of his weight now. “AHHH OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!” You scream, terrified you’re going to watch him fall.

Shannon shouts, “Maverick! I’m not kidding, stop acting like a dumbass!”

“Y/N, I’m going to ask you just one more time… will you go out with me?” You don’t answer him. “Damn, my hand is really starting to slip.”

“The grab onto the bar you idoit,” Shannon again chimes in.

“Not until she says she’ll go on a date with me.” You speak out, concentrating on keeping a tight grip on the bar.

“Oh c’mon sweetheart, just go out with him. Really Y/N, just do it.” Ice pipes up.

“Okay okay fine, I’ll go out with you!” You oblige.

“Oh but I don’t want you to do me any favors now,” Maverick says shaking his head.

“No! No! I want to!” You raise your voice.

“Wolfman looks at you calmly, “wait, you actually want to?” “YES! I want to!” You respond eagerly.

“Say it Y/N,” Maverick looks at you.

“I want to go out with you.”

“Say it again,” he’s clearly getting high off this.

“I want to go out with you!!!” You scream.

Maverick smirks, “alright alright, we’ll go out.”

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” You look at him disgusted, but also impressed with his nerve.

Shannon looks up, “you know, Maverick, that wasn’t funny.”

You look down at Shannon, “oh don’t worry Shan, I’ll take care of this,” you say with a grin.

“O-oh hey what are you doing?” Maverick asks as you’re reaching for his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. “Please don’t do that Y/N, oh boy.” Maverick throws his head back in embarrassment.

You, Wolfman, Ice, and Shannon all begin laughing. You look at Maverick with a charming smile, “you’re not so cocky now, are you?”

He flashes a smile at you, “you know I’ll get you for that.”

“Hmm, maybe you will and maybe you won’t,” you giggle, leaning back proudly as your cross your arms.

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:):):):):) I hope you enjoyed that! Thanks to the anon who requested this! This was a fun one!

#pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #young maverick #top gun #Maverick x reader #young maverick x reader #Maverick fanfic

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sil-te-plait-tue-moi · 2 years

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Time moves slowly.

Quick summary: You and Maverick spend some time together in bed before a busy day.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff; swearing because I can’t survive without the word “fuck”; written in first-person (I dunno if that’s off-putting); mentions of smut (you're welcome).

Word count: 1K

A/N: Here’s a fluffy, little one shot for young Maverick because I just watched Amélie for the first time, Beabadoobee’s album just dropped, and I’m really getting into the summertime sadness feel. This is entirely self-indulgent, and I will be returning to this when I feel sad and lonely.

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My heart swells dangerously at his touch. Soft, gentle, familiar, heartbreakingly similar to the warmth and caress of the lazy sunlight that filters through the blinds we forgot to close properly the night before. His arm curls just that bit closer around my waist, and we shift together in the pale sheets – I rifle my fingers tenderly in his hair, twiddling the ends between their tips, and press my nose to his scalp; he buries his face into the crook of my arm, groaning softly.

“It’s eight,” I mumble against him. He hums dismissively. “Gotta go to work,” I say. Another brush-off, and Mav curls further into my chest. The weight of him is too comfortable to even think about getting up, but him and I both know he’s in enough trouble with the CO as is. If he skips today’s penalty (helping out in introduction with some of the boots), he’ll probably be relocated. If there’s one thing Maverick’s good at, it’s getting on people’s nerves. That sort of cancels out the amazing pilot thing he’s got going on.

He moans distastefully into me. I snort.

“Just five more minutes,” is his reply. And because he’s so comfortable, because our new mattress is so much better, softer, than the old one, I allow it.

Sometimes, I think we’re a little too young for how old this relationship feels. Old in a good way. You know that sensation? Like a group of friends that you’ve known for ten years, or a place that you always used to sit when you were younger, when you had time, and are revisiting as you come back to your hometown to visit your parents. Maverick feels like that. When I was back in high school, I planned my future out meticulously. I had my career in the Navy all figured out, my education, how I would function. I planned that I would only have time for a serious relationship in my late thirties. Guess that changed when I met Mav at Top Gun. I bend my neck down, cup a hand behind his neck, and press a feathery kiss against his forehead. He smiles.

“Okay,” he whispers, lifting himself up on his forearms to quickly kiss my mouth. “You’ve convinced me.” I have my ways. “You’re so pretty.” Where’d that come from? Smooth, earnest, the warmth of his bare skin on mine is drowsy, only makes my eyelids all the heavier, but I wrap my arm around his back and inhale the smell of him as I meet his kiss with a grin.

Tired, I relax again and fall back against the pillow. Mav cups a warm hand around my neck, lifting me slightly, and gathers all my hair up to fan out over my head instead, like he knows I like. “Want me to close the windows?” he asks, recognising the slight chill of the bedroom. I nod my head, wriggling over onto my side, and he brushes a few kisses over my stomach, my sternum, before heaving himself up to his feet, letting out a languid groan as he scoops his clothes up off the floor. I watch him as he ambles on over to the window that overlooks the cul de sac behind us, fringed with flowers and trees that now, in the summer, are all green and flourishing. He ducks his head down and exclaims that he can see that ginger cat, the one that’s always so friendly with us, chasing a bird, and pulls on his underwear and his shirt. I press my nose into my hand, hiding a smile.

He closes the window, moving over to the other to do the same. “What d’you want for breakfast? Eggs?” I’ve been going through a fixation with scrambled eggs for the past two weeks. I hum my approval.

“Just make sure you’re not late today,” I tell him. “Commander Belfort really doesn’t like you.”

“Yeah, I know, but Commander Belfort’s also sort of a huge asshole, so—” he clicks his tongue, “—what can I do?”

I narrow my eyes at him, frowning. “Um, don’t piss him off on purpose?”

People are always love-or-hate with Mav. The reason his arrogance is tolerated is because of his talent – no-one can deny that Pete Mitchell is a great pilot; anyone who thinks otherwise is just plain wrong. But if he’s going to keep his position as a TOPGUN instructor, he’s going to have to wise up. After the skirmish around the Enterprise, we firmly decided together to choose the assignments that we really wanted, not to just use them to stay close to one another: I chose to attend a test pilot school in Maryland, with the goal of being assigned to an air test and evaluation squadron after graduation; and Maverick chose to become an instructor. Sometimes, the distance is inconvenient, but, when we moved in together, just knowing that there was—is—a place that’s ours is comforting.

If Maverick fucks up with Belfort, I know we’d get through it, but I think we’d both rather not. This works for us. Every now and then, I get to drive down the coast, leave behind that stuffy, little dormitory, and come home to him and this small house and this particular bed. I don’t want to give that up just because Mav has an attitude. He knows this.

So, just as he’s walking out the door, he throws me a wink and says, “I’ll try, honey.” From out in the hall, I hear him call back, “Love you, baby!”

“Love you, too!” I reply, smiling.

Jesus Christ, that boy’ll be the end of me.

#maverick x reader #pete mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun: maverick #i feel the need for speed #young maverick #this man is so fine it hurts #you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be a huge sap when in a serious relationship #or maybe I’m self projecting #hmm

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promisingyounglady · 15 days

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watermelons. | JS x Reader

SYNOPSIS: Jake loves ur boobs. That’s it really.

PAIRING: Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: written for all my big tit girlies, from a big tit girlie herself.

He’s been obsessed with the girls since he first saw them.

And by the girls, he means your tits.

Like just imagine, cocky little top gun aviator, Jake Seresin, turning into a complete mess first glance at you. Spilling his beer all over his tan golden chest that one summer afternoon at the beach with the dagger squad, just because he saw you in your denim shorts and yellow halter top.

And they sit so nicely, your tits. Full, large, and beautiful.

The breeze carries the scent of salt, the air humid and yet all jake can do is stare at the girl with the sweet smile and pretty tits, laughing loudly with her friends on the Hard Deck patio.

“So you’re just gonna stare like a creep or what?” Bradley’s low voice calls out beside him, crossing his arms across his chest as he adjusts his aviator sunglasses, muscles glistening as well under the heat. He whistles softly when he sees you, to which Jake shoves his friend away playfully, annoyed that he’s looking at you too.

“Back off, Bradshaw”

And so next thing he knows, he’s by your side, immediately serenading you with his charming smile and kind eyes.

“Hi sweetheart”

It’s so fucking cheesy and simple, and yet it works on you. You’re spinning around, eyes going wide at the firm, golden chest your face to face with and the way Jake just looms over you, hands on his hips, sweaty and golden from a match of beach football.

“Would you allow me to buy the pretty girl and her friends a drink?” He asks your friend group, sending a wink that makes the girls swoon.

“Oh my fuck” slips out from one of your friends behind you, the group gawking at the sight of the tall, handsome man in front of them.

And she was right. Oh my fuck indeed.

All it took was one line of southern drawl and you were hooked.

That night when Jake has you pinned against the alleyway wall outside of the bar, both your cheeks hot and the breeze cooler, you stare up at the man you had just spent the whole day flirting to.

“So you’re stationed here for a few months?” you breathe out, staring at his broad chest and chiseled jaw, feeling so small under his gaze. You gasp when his hand shifts closer, holding your waist firm in his grasp.

He nods, no need for words when he’s busy admiring you as well. The tall man gently nestles his lips beside your ear, whispering praises as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

You shut your eyes, fluttering your eyelashes at the proximity and sheer sensuality of it all.

“Can I touch you?” He asks pulling away, looking at your eyes with something more than just lust.

You smile, chest heaving as you replied coyly. “Where do you want to touch me?”

Jake is starstruck at your words, trying so hard to shield you from the world under his arms and selfishly have you all for himself.

You take both his hands in yours and wrap them over your hips, letting them grab the mounds of your flesh and groan, feeling his hard on pressing against your front.

“feel me. and show me where you want to touch me most” you gasp, eyes shutting closed.

Jake pulls his hands away to caress your cheeks, taking your face as he presses his lips against yours.

“Here” he says under his breath. That was where he wanted to touch you most.

The kiss is deep, soft under the starry beach sky.

The same hands slide down to softly squeeze your tits, and that’s when you know that was the second spot he wanted to touch most. You smirk against the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing into him further.

Jake Seresin was a tits guy.

So when Jake comes home to his apartment after a year of steady dating, he’s already making a beeline to find you, settling on the fact that you must be in the laundry room finishing up the chores.

You don’t even have time to greet your boyfriend properly before he’s shoving his face in your tits and smacking a kiss to each one.

“Jake, what is up with you?” You giggled, shocked at how needy and hot he was. “I didn’t know they let you off early”

He sighs, taking them in his strong hands and pressing a kiss to each breast again.

“Just missed my girls, that’s all” he groans, holding you closer as you give him a hug.

you rolled your eyes, watching as he continue to rub them softly, pressing a kiss to your collar bone.

“I cut up the watermelon, it’s in the fridge” you told him, pulling him away to press a peck to his cheek.

You took the laundry basket, propping it against your hip as you smiled when Jake called out while pouting at the loss of contact.

“Not the melons I need!” he exasperates, trailing after you quickly.

#fic: watermelon #promising young lady : enid writes📝#short and bad but oh well #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin smut #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #hangman x reader #hangman smut #hangman fluff #hangman fanfiction #glen powell #glen powell smut #top gun maverick smut #jake seresin fanfiction

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 2 months

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(IceMav as Dagger Parents AU) Maverick(hanging up the phone):...Goose says that Natasha, Callie and Bob are welcome to come over, and Jake is welcome to come over as long as he's nice to Bradley and they don't fight and start World War 3. Iceman:...So Jake can't come over. Maverick: Jake can't come over.

#incorrect quotes #top gun maverick #icemav!parents #icemav family #young daggers au #hangaroo #hangster #sereshaw #icemav #hangster au #icemav au #pete mitchell #maverick mitchell #tom kazansky #iceman kazansky #jake seresin #hangman seresin #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw

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foreveraweirdoneslife · 2 months

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Little Bradley (staying at Mav's for summer vacation): How come Uncle Ice doesn't live with you like Mum and Dad used to live together?

Mav (at first confused as to why Bradley knows anything about their relationship, then sadly): Because it's a cruel world we're living in, Bradley. A cruel world.

Bradley (a few seconds later): This world sucks.

#incorrect quotes #top gun #icemav #bradley bradshaw #rooster #young bradley #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky

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stickparrot · 4 months

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These five little nerds has been hovering in my brain for a month so congrats

What do you mean I dont have type (lie)

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sadgoosehours · 7 months

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James T Kirk and Leonard McCoy, Star Trek Beyond (2016).

#here you go Rooster stans I actually included him in something #anyways it's about the parallels between Mav and Rooster #they both probably had ages where they realized they were older than their father who died young #(also would it have kiiled Rooster to have a scene where he stares at a photo of his father mournfully? would have made my life easier)#top gun #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #duke mitchell #my post #my edit

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blazingstar29 · 10 months

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”you up for this one maverick”

“just a walk in the park kazansky”

and then they both flew very well and kissed on the tarmac the end.

#seriously those lines make me feral because they’re so young and even though their navy they’re kind of having a fun #not that ice shows it #and then the flat spin happens #top gun 1986 #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Not a Good Experience | B.Bradshaw One-Shot

part of the Older, Wiser, More Experienced fics

synopsis: Bradley has been acting strange, and you want to get to the bottom of it.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: arguing, verbal fighting, throwing glass (not at anyone), cursing, mentions of cheating, name calling

“I was late for dinner, so what?! That doesn’t mean you can act all crazy!” Bradley yelled at you.

“I’m not acting crazy! I want to know where you were!” You yelled back.

His face beat red from yelling. The veins in his forehead were popping out and his knuckles were white from clenching his fists. This argument was unlike any other, it had lasted a lot longer than usual. You weren’t sure when your relationship with Bradley had taken such an ugly turn, but you weren’t liking it.

You had supported his career from day one sticking by his side; staying up late waiting for him to call when he was on deployment, putting your studies on hold, and waiting for him to come home. You ignored all the comments and stares at you as you stood by Bradley’s side at the Hard Deck or Naval events. It was hard being so much younger than Bradley, but you had somehow figured out a way to fit right in with the crowd. It was one of the many things Bradley had loved about you.

You also weren’t ever one to cause arguments for no reason or any reason at all. Bradley found it quite odd that you never tried to pick a fight with him about things. For being so young, you were probably the most easy-going girlfriend he had ever had.

But tonight was different. Tonight, you had reached your limit. For the past couple of months, Bradley had been brushing you off. It started with being late for dinner and not texting you he was going to be late. Then, it turned to leaving the house early in the morning and not so much as whispering goodbye or leaving you a note like he usually did. You knew that he was busier now with his new position and promotion, but you didn’t think it was at the point where he’d forget something so important as your one-year anniversary.

It wasn’t that Bradley was late to your anniversary dinner, it was that he completely didn’t show up to it. You sat at the restaurant, in that baby blue dress, he loves so much for three hours. The waitress even gave you that sad look and a bottle of wine on the house. Bradley had told you he would be pushing it to make it on time, going over flight plans with Jake. You had called Jake, in tears as you ran out of the restaurant trying to avoid the sympathy looks from strangers.

“He’s not with me,” Jake said, “He left the hangar hours ago.”

It felt like a slug to your chest as you heard Jake’s words. You tried your best to give Bradley the benefit of the doubt, and not let your mind go there. . . but you couldn’t help it. He was staying out later, coming home at odd hours, answering his phone, and walking away to a private spot in his house. And you swore that he came home smelling of another woman’s perfume a couple of nights ago.

Bradley had rushed home the second he checked his watch and realized how late he was. He stopped by the local flower shop and begged them to unlock the door so he could buy you a bouquet of purple roses. He had practiced a speech in his head of what he was going to say to you, but when he walked through the door and found you sitting on the couch, still in your dress and a glass of red wine in your hand, he knew that he wasn’t getting out of this easy.

He didn’t, however, expect you to yell at him. He had never, ever, seen you like this.

“You have been lying to me for weeks!” You yelled at him, “And how dare you stand there and belittle me!”

“Well! What do you expect me to do?! And what the hell were you doing on base at night? You know you can’t be there!” Bradley said.

“Because I wanted the fucking truth, Bradley. And I got it. Tell me where you were!? You told me, Bradley, you promised me that you wouldn’t do this to me! That you were better than all the rest and I believe you, so just tell-”

“Oh my god!” Bradley groaned, running a head down his face, “You’re acting like a child!”

You froze as you stared at him, his brown eyes filling with regret the second the words slipped his mouth.

“I-”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared at him. You weren’t even thinking when you picked up the glass vase of flowers he had gotten you and threw it down on the floor. The shattering of glass was deafening as Bradley jumped, while you stood there barefoot, letting the glass and water sprinkle on your feet. You looked up at him, his eyes were wide as he looked from the mess and then to you.

“Jesus, you really have fucking lost it.” Bradley laughed to himself, “This is why I spend my time with Tessa-”

He clamped his jaw shut as soon as he said the name. You took a shaky breath, as tears clouded yours. She had a name, making everything you had speculated even more real. Bradley took a step towards you, but you held your hand up stopping him. You bit your lip and wiped your eyes.

“I think I-it’s best if you stay with Jake tonight,” You suggested and Bradley nodded.

You listened as Bradley’s footsteps drift out of the kitchen and up the creaky wooden stairs of your home. The bedroom door shut, and Bradley started shuffling around to find himself clothes for the night. You took a deep breath and knelt down, looking at the glass that was shattered around the floor and started to clean it up. You paused several times as your vision got too blurry with tears to continue. Once you had everything cleaned up, you made yourself a cup of tea, and sat down at the table, looking out into the still dark of the night.

“Hey,” Bradley said softly, walking over to you, his backpack over his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to go to bed upset, cause I know you won’t sleep. We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” You nodded and Bradley kissed the top of your forehead, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry too,” You said barely above a whisper. You watched as Bradley walked out the front door, the image being burned into your eyes. You had watched him leave a thousand times, but for some reason, this felt different. You saw his car pull out of the driveway and turn down the road towards his brother’s house. You didn’t move, letting the sinking feeling of the quiet house soak into your skin.

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“She threw a glass?!” Jake asked as Bradley, recounted the argument between you and him.

“Not really, more like held it above her head and threw it down,” Bradley answered. He was stretched out on Jake’s couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand, “And then I mentioned Tessa.”

“You’re a fucking idiot…”

“I know,”

“Did you explain who Tessa was?”

“How the fuck do I explain who Tessa is without telling her the whole secret. ‘Oh hey, babe I’ve been sneaking around with an engagement party planner so I can propose to you.’ ” Bradley said and sat up from the couch, “I feel like I just fucked everything up.”

“Sounds like it,” Jake said, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. Bradley shot him a look and he held his hands up in defense, “Hey! I’m not the one who called their girlfriend a child. You already know how she feels about being called that”

“I know,” Bradley sighed, “I just. . . She was just- I don’t even know. I’ve never seen her that upset and it was making me mad that I was making her mad and I just-”

“Fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Rooster leaned back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling, “What do I do?”

“Exactly what you are doing now. You let her have the night, let her think things through, and go back tomorrow. Talk it out. You two have been through so much together, this can’t be the end,” Jake explained and Bradley nodded, “I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too long, your mind needs rest.”

Bradley nodded, “Night, man.”

Bradley finished his glass of whiskey and then set it down on the table. He pulled his phone out and contemplated sending you a message, but decided against it. He locked his phone and set it down, before lying down and getting comfortable for the night.

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The next morning Bradley did exactly what Jake had suggested and went out to buy your favorite flowers. The morning rain felt refreshing as he pulled up to his shared home with you. Bradley checked himself in the rearview mirror, making sure he looked his best. He picked up the yellow and orange roses he had gotten, and sniffed them, making sure they smelled fresh.

“Okay… here goes nothing,” Bradley said to himself as he pushed the car door open and quickly ran into the house, trying not to get soaked by the rain. He unlocked the door and shut it quickly.

“Sugar!” Bradley called out.

He looked around the first level and didn’t see you. He checked his phone, noticing it was still morning, you might have not been up yet. A smile crawled its way to his face, as he climbed the stairs, two at a time, the thought of surprising you dancing in his head. However, when he pushed the bedroom door open he was met with the sight of a perfectly made bed as if no one had slept in it.

Bradley moved quickly from the main bedroom to the guest bedrooms and saw the same scene. Perfectly made beds. He began to panic, what if something had happened to you last night after he left? Bradley pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing your number, only for it to go straight to voicemail. He called the same number three more times, getting the same result each time. He sent Jake a frantic text, telling him you were missing.

Bradley paced his bedroom, the flowers now laying on the bed, as he was pulling at his hair trying to think of what could’ve happened and who to contact. He pulled up the call feature on his phone again and almost called 9-1-1 when he looked up at the doors to their closet. He slowly put his phone down and walked to the closet. Pushing the doors back, he broke down.

“No… no… no, no!” Bradley cried as he ran over to the dresser, yanking open the drawers to find them in the same state as the closet.

Empty.

He pulled open cabinets in the bathroom, drawers to her vanity, desk drawers in the office, and pantry cupboards. Everything that you owned was gone.

Bradley felt like the house was suffocating him. He ran down the stairs and out the door, slamming it shut. He ran all the way to Jake’s house, which luckily for him was just two streets over. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe. Everything that he had ever known was just gone…

“Bradley?” Jake asked, barging into the house, “W-what happened? Where are you? I just saw your-”

“She’s gone,” Bradley said.

“What do you mean?”

“S-she left me… she left me, oh my god, she left me.”

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sleepy-hyperfixations · 5 months

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86! Icemav vs 22! Icemav is a serious problem for me. Like do i want feral young guns icemav fucking whenever they get the chance or do i want strong in their love happily married old men icemav? Its so hard to choose!

#top gun #icemav #top gun maverick #tom iceman kazansky #top gun 1986 #pete maverick mitchell #i love both but istg #its hard to pick 😫#i love my old men yaoi #AND #my young guns icemav

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malavera · 1 year

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WHY IS NOBODY WRITING FOR YOUNG MAVERICK?? likee all this big top gun writers acc they be writing for bradshaw or seresin only 😩😩 someone write for young maverick please 😮‍💨

#kira said #top gun maverick #young maverick #maverick smut #pete maverick mitchell #pleasee write more of maverick smut someone help me god

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nolita-fairytale · 1 year

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nolita fairytale's masterlist

currently writing for: young!sirius black (harry potter) | carmen 'carmy' berzatto (the bear) | billy russo (the punisher) | bradley 'rooster' bradshaw & phoenix x hangman (top gun: maverick)

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the bear:

carmen 'carmy' berzatto / the bear

includes the entire 'make my heart surrender' universe in chronological reading order & works unrelated to 'make my heart surrender.' three full-length series, multiple oneshots, blurbs, & headcanons. all are carmy x fem!reader.

NOW also includes other works i've written that live in the world of the bear. (marcus blurb & syd x male!oc fic)

pastry chef luca

includes headcanons & my new series, 'burn your life down.' luca x fem!reader

top gun maverick:

call sign: tennessee whiskey (bradley bradshaw x fem!reader & hangman x phoenix)

natasha 'phoenix' trace has always wanted to set up her two best friends in the navy -- ones that have, for whatever reason, still never crossed paths. that's all about to change when you get called back to TOPGUN for a special mission.

sirius black

remote island au (headcanon series: young!sirius black x fem!reader)

au headcanons where you and young!sirius black flee the country to live on a remote island in the mediterranean while raising baby harry.

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promisingyounglady · 1 month

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four eyes. | BF x Reader

PAIRINGS: Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: asking bob to make a mess of himself on your face while you wear his glasses? absolutely.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNINGS: ahem, SMUT, established relationship, profanity, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, facial, handjob, cum eating, dirty talk, begging, slightly sub!reader, praise, aftercare and such sweet affection from bobby, not proofread and mdni!!, reader is a minx, brief mention of term ‘slut’, size kink, awkward sweetheart w a big dick!bob,

A/N: this is the most filthiest shit I’ve ever written and if you like this ur crazy… *reblogs, comments and likes the post*

“What are you up to?” he drawls, watching carefully as you crawl over his naked midriff and through the sea of bedsheets. Post-sex endorphins were through the roof right now for Bob, a wave of happy tiredness sweeping over the pilot.

You huff, hand outstretched as you reach for Bob's glasses perched on the bedside table.

“I wanna try these on” you say to him, balancing yourself as you try to grab the frames. Bob chuckles, a hand coming to rub your ass lovingly.

You bit your lip to fight the feeling of a grin spreading on your face, the feeling of Bob's soft hands tickling you as you playfully pushed him away, all the while he simply beams at you.

The hand supporting yourself on his hard chest slips, causing you to collapse on top of your boyfriend, your naked breasts brushing over his cock and sending a shiver down his spine.

A firm hand comes to still yourself. “Careful” he says softly, hands warm.

Bob looks over, grabbing the glasses just as you were about to pick them up, and holding them out of your reach. You protest, trying to get ahold of the frames you loved so much. Bob puts them on, allowing himself to properly see his girl.

“You don’t wanna wear these, they don’t look good on anyone. Including me.” he mumbles, adjusting you on top of him.

But you're quick to swipe them off his face, ignoring Bob's laughs when you put the glasses on yourself and straddle his hips. “I like them, they’re cute,” you tell him.

“Well what d’ya know?” Bob utters softly to himself when he sees you, gazing up at his girl wearing the steel rimmed aviators and looking absolutely breathtaking.

“Hi there, four eyes” he chuckles, finding it odd saying a phrase he’s been nicknamed all his childhood. Hell, even Seresin has no problem calling him that to this day.

Bob smiles, strong but soft hands coming to rest on your hips as you sat dangerously close to where his happy trail leads to. Your brows furrowed as you viewed the world through his lenses.

“Jesus, Bob, you really are blind!” You uttered, looking down at the blurry man seated against the bedpost.

Bob’s become busy at the moment, pressing pecks to your hardended nipples. He simply nods, pretending he’s listening.

“You should go to the eye doctor, honey”

Bob peaks through, giving you a look. “That’s where I got them”

“Hm.”

The room is silent, a soft glow of the afternoon sunlight peeking through the white shutters. You feel the corners of Bob’s lips curling into a smile against your skin, a silent worship to your body.

“You’re so soft.” he murmurs.

“Honey,” you call to your boyfriend.

“Hm?” Bob replies absentmindedly, still brushing his face along your chest, hugging you closer.

You tug on his brown locks, pulling his head from your body and looking down at him.

“I wanna try something.” you grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes mixed with a bottle of excitement. You quickly press a kiss to his lips.

Bob watches as you pull from his grasp, lips forming a small frown from the loss of contact as you shuffled down the bed so you were now kneeling on the floor by the edge.

Bob looks over at you quizzically, wondering what you were up to before you beckon towards him, ushering him to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Come sit, Robert” you directed, calling him by his birth name to get his attention.

His soft cock limps near his thighs as he adjusts himself, sitting before you in all his naked glory, hair tousled by your hands and a pink blush ghosting his cheeks. His hand comes up to play with your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. You look up in seriousness and confess.

“I want you to cum on these glasses”

Bob stops all motion, hand still tucked behind your ear. The room falls silent.

“What?”

You ignore the bafflement of your crimson cheeked boyfriend, bending down to lick a long stripe up his veiny shaft. A loud moan and harsh tug against your scalp brings you to take him further, almost triggering your gag reflexes. It all happens so fast. Bob mutters incoherently from the sudden gesture, both of you going slightly insane when your nose presses against his pubic bone as tears form near your eyes.

“Baby, hold on a moment, Jesus fuck!”

You’re worried you’re going to make a mess on the floor from the way your slick almost drips from your pussy.

You’ve been thinking of this fantasy for a while if you were to be honest. Bob pulls you back, gasping for air as a proud feeling settles in your chest. It’s not everyday you hear Bob cuss like that.

He’s panting hard, watching as a bit of saliva is smeared on your lips, eyes glossy. Bob sighs in exasperation as you decide to stroke his cock with your hands.

“You gotta let me speak-“

“Please, Bobby” you beg, pressing kisses to the pink tip and relishing in the way you feel him harden in your hand. A loud groan escapes Bob's throat, feeling sensitive despite having had sex the whole afternoon with you.

“I want you to cum while I have your glasses on” you told him, kitten licks getting the best of your boyfriend. “Like in those pornos” you mumble softly, your shy giggles driving Bob insane.

“Nobody says pornos anymore” he mumbles telling you, swallowing hard when you tug on his cock tighter for not responding.

Bob clears his throat. “You, um, want me to give you a facial?” He asks softly, holding onto your hand that's stroking his cock.

You nod eagerly.

“A-Are you sure?” He says, worried that taking him like this is gonna wear you out. In all honesty, the boy can’t help but grow hard at the thought of cumming all over your innocent face, big eyes covered by his glasses milked by his seed.

You nod, excitement and horniness flowing through your body.

“Please, honey, I want you to see me painted” you sighed, thumb brushing over the thick tip, smearing precum over the slit.

Bob thinks he’s gonna cum just from this angle, but he needs you so badly he tries to regain composure. He bends down to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips and letting your face be held in his soft touch. “Let me know if it's too much baby” he addresses in concern, the tears on your cheeks worrying him.

You sniffle, nodding your head to assure him. “Want you so bad, Bobby, let me suck you”

Your last few words are incoherent from the way you let Bob’s big cock stuff your throat, making you gag but desperately hold on. Bob lets go, both hands coming to balance himself on the edge, one gripping the bed sheets.

The sensation is fucking marvellous. You feel so full, loving the way the stretch of your mouth and untouched ache of your pussy turn you cockdrunk on Bob Floyd’s dick.

You look up, desperate to see how he's taking you, wanting to see the expression of him getting the daylights sucked out of him.

Lieutenant Bob ruts his hips pathetically, trying so hard not to make a mess of your mouth and hurt you. His head is pulled back, groans falling from his soft lips as he praises you so good.

“That’s it baby, doing so well for me” he sighs, now two large hands coming to push you a little further, a groan falling from his lips as you take him fully now.

“God, I love you!” he cries out loud, an instinctive response coming from your boyfriend as he caresses your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. You smile, aviator lenses reflecting the light as your lips are wrapped securely around his dick.

”So pretty, such a pretty girl” he says under his breath, admiring the way your tits bounce along with every stroke on his cock. You gasp, pulling away as you let your fist do the rest.

“I love you too, Bobby” you gasped, looking up to find Bob staring at you intensely, with such a fierce gaze of love, sensuality, and pure awe.

”H-How,” he begins, starting to feel a familiar feeling settle inside him. “How did I get so lucky with you?” He admits, wanting nothing more but to see his cum painting his glasses you’re wearing. He thinks he might just let you have them. Being able to see is overrated anyways.

“I think I’m gonna cum, baby” he lets out, watching as your eyes get eager, adjusting your sore knees so you can get the perfect angle.

“Please baby, give it to me” you begged, pussy so sensitive you have to make sure you hold yourself up enough so the cold wooden floors don’t brush against your folds.

Watching you rub his dick like that, mouth open and face ready is an image Bob will have ingrained in his mind forever, a hot spurt of milky liquid shooting onto your lips as Bob finally gives you what you wanted.

Incoherent mumbles fill the sweaty bedroom, letting one hand cup his balls as the other makes sure to smear the warm fluid all over your lips, glasses starting to get foggy.

“Fucking hell” Bob cries out, spilling your name from his lips like a sacred mantra.

You hum, a wave of both happiness and satisfaction washing over you as you sit in front of Bob’s glory.

You let the man come down from his high, tasting salt and your boyfriend in your mouth. Before you can even clean yourself up, Bob is ripping off the dirtied glasses framing your face, and grabbing you towards him for a passionate kiss. The action makes you dizzy, your red, sore knees almost buckling under.

It’s only a while after when he pulls away, grabbing for a box of tissues near the nightstand and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry for the mess” he replies shyly, the image of this tall, naked, handsome, and yet totally awkward giant taking care of you making it all worthwhile.

“It’s okay” you reply, voice hoarse. You couldn’t help but feel happy, even if you didn’t cum (Bob would see to it later of course).

You feel him use the tissues to wipe your chin, face, and tits, or really, what was leftover after you sucked it all up like a slut.

“You’re crazy sometimes, you know that?” Bob mumbles, shaking his head as he smiles at you, his soft touch so rewarding.

You laugh, latching your arms around his neck and letting him hoist you up so easily. His semi-hard cock limps against your stomach, both of you standing up and lips pressing together in another soft kiss.

”Thank you for the most mind blowing head of my life.” He jokes.

”Thanks for the facial” you gleam, sucking your fingers with a pop that makes Bob weak, falling back down on the mattress and taking you with him so you’re straddling him again.

Bob reaches for the glasses, getting a tissue so he could wipe them before an idea pops in your head and you stop him.

You put on the glasses again. He looks up.

“Bobby, where’s the Polaroid camera?”

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