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multifandomfanfic · 2 years

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Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy one shot with iceman from top gun?? I was thinking a morning after and reader is kinda unsure of what is going to happen but Tom is super sweet and cuddly. Love your writings!!!💕💕

Morning After

Summary: Worries flood your mind after your first time with Iceman. You had been told to stay away from Navy pilots after all. Luckily, Ice makes how he feels about your relationship clear.

Warnings: mentions of sex, kissing, doubts about relationship (I guess)

Word Count: 2.1k

Plenty of people had warned you about the Navy pilots before moving so close to Top Gun. You were well aware of how they swept women off their feet one day only to leave them the next. Rinse and repeat. Yet, you moved anyways, into a small, one-bedroom apartment. It was cute, had a balcony that overlooked the beach, and was extremely close to the Hard Deck. That was where it all started.

Your friend introduced you to the beach-side bar one Friday night. You weren’t looking for a Navy stud to take home. You just wanted to have fun.

After a round of billiards, you retired to the bar as your friend “went to the bathroom.” As she walked away, the man in uniform she had talked to while playing pool joined her, and they exited the building instead of turning left into the bathrooms.

A beer hardly took the pain of being ditched away. What a nice introduction to the city: your friend, and ride, leaving you stranded at a bar. At least it was a short walk home.

It was then he caught your eye. Across the bar, a blonde man wearing sunglasses and intensely chewing gum inside was looking in your direction. He lifted the glasses from his eyes when he spotted you and winked once they were finally off his head. You rolled your eyes. Another pilot. How could your friend have fallen for the other man's tricks?

The man’s eyes stayed glued to you as you quickly drank your beer. The sooner the golden liquid was gone, the sooner you could walk home. You glimpsed across the bar again. The blond had disappeared. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you checked around for the mystery man.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, flinching in surprise. He was right next to you, leaning against the clean bar-top. A cheeky grin spread across his face.

“Did I scare you?” he teased, his facial expression unchanging, “Or are you just that surprised at my good looks?”

“No, you surprised me, that’s all,” your cheeks began burning. There was no doubt they were now a deep pink color. You grabbed your bag and began standing, but the blond blocked your way to the door. Every time you stepped in a different direction, he followed. Eventually, you groaned and looked him straight in the eye as he stood in front of the exit door.

“Can I at least get a name?” he asked.

You sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. The man was handsome with his beautiful green eyes and stunning face, you had to admit but his ego was clearly enormous. Maybe if he could keep it under control. But that would never happen. He was one of the infamous Navy pilots, after all.

“Y/N.”

“A little louder, please?” he said, bending down slightly and tilting his ear towards you.

“Y/N!” you practically shouted. The rest of the bar was too full and rowdy to hear your little scuffle. The man chuckled and resumed chewing on his piece of gum.

“I’m Iceman.”

“Ha, ha,” you said sarcastically, deciding to humor Iceman’s attempts, “What’s your real name?”

“Why? You’re not into pilots?”

You sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time in the evening, “No, I’m not. Now, tell me your real name or I’m walking out the door.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Iceman taunted. He crossed his arms but, when you didn’t move, he continued, “The name’s Tom Kazansky.”

“Great,” you stated bluntly, “Now, Tom, I would like to go home. Let me through, please.”

He begrudgingly returned his arms to his side, allowing you to walk through the exit. His voice called after you once you walked out of the building. You ignored him the first time, and the second, but the third time you turned around.

“Yes?”

“At least let me walk you home,” he appealed to you. His ego was starting to fade.

“I think I’m fine, thanks,” you replied, but you didn’t turn back around yet. You wanted to hear his response.

“C’mon. You can’t walk home alone, especially this late.” he checked his watch and then made eye contact with you again, “it’s almost eleven.”

Your eyes darted around the night. It was incredibly dark and the street lights weren’t helping. There were plenty of spaces someone could be hiding in, plenty of spaces you could be taken to...

“Fine,” you said. It was your turn to cross your arms when he paused in disbelief, “You coming?”

Iceman hurried to your side and, after casually throwing his arm around your shoulders, you began making your way back to your apartment.

To your utter surprise, the walk was nicer than you expected. The conversation flowed smoothly, although it only lasted for about ten minutes. You couldn’t help but ask about his flying escapades and he happily obliged, detailing the most daring missions he’d been on and the training he did. It didn’t occur to you that his stories may have been a tad exaggerated.

Once you were at your front door, your opinion of Iceman had practically done a complete 180. Despite his ego, he had treated you kindly even though he knew he wouldn’t be reaching third base that night.

“Thank you for walking me home,” you said, turning around in your doorway. He was standing across from you with his hands behind his back. He looked innocent outside of your door. Nothing like the man who had tempted you across the bar just twenty minutes ago.

“It was no problem,” he replied, “I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, definitely,” you nodded, a light blush returning to your cheeks, “Good night.”

“Good night.”

You returned to the Hard Deck without your friend the next night and the next. Suddenly, it had been a week of going to the unruly bar. The reason was to see Iceman, of course, but you couldn’t admit that. At least, not yet. Each time, you played the same game of eyeing each other across the bar. Then, as soon as one of you was about to leave, the other would catch up to them and “walk them home.” It was truthfully just a stroll to your house after a couple of beers.

Several times during your walks, you found your eyes wandering up to your escort home. Man, was he hot. Thoughts drifted into your head. At first, they were innocent: what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair, to hold his hand, to feel his lips on yours. But, whenever your dreaming would take a more explicit turn, Iceman would notice your staring and you would be interrupted.

“We can’t keep going about this,” Iceman finally said the fourteenth time (fifteenth? You weren’t sure at this point) he escorted you home. There had been plenty of unofficial bar dates where a friend insisted they drove you home instead. Those were your least favorite days, for obvious reasons.

“Going about what?” you asked innocently. This time, your hands were positioned behind your back, “What do you want to change?”

“You know what,” Iceman took a step closer to you. You could feel his breath on your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine.

“I’m not sure I do,” you teased, a surge of confidence rushing through you. You had gotten to know Tom. He wasn’t one of those Navy pilots that people gossiped about. Maybe he was in the beginning, but now.. now you were in the clear, “Why don’t you show me?”

Iceman chuckled and took another step closer. His face was hardly inches from you. He bit his lower lip sensually, his eyes darting between your mouth and eyes. Eagerness was building in your abdomen as you leaned in as well. To your past self’s dismay, you had been waiting for this.

In a moment, Iceman’s lips were crashing against yours in a desperate fever. They were just like you imagined them. Rough, but passionate, like he had been harboring the same thoughts about you that you held for him. Both of you were stumbling back into your apartment. After slamming the door behind you, Iceman wrapped his arm around your hips, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom as your hands began tugging at his shirt.

You disconnected your lips for a second, taking a breath of air, “Are you sure about this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he answered before placing his lips on your once again.

xXx

You awoke early the next morning. Faint sunshine was streaming through your window, illuminating the room in a gentle glow. Your covers were a mess. The clothes you had worn the night before were thrown haphazardly on the floor, along with some pillows. Everything seemed perfect. Too perfect.

Thoughts began flowing through your head. They were unlike the pleasant ones that filled your mind before. They were doubtful, worrying. What was going to happen now? You glanced at the man sleeping to your right. He was so peaceful and calm. What would happen when he woke up?

The words “Why wouldn’t I be?” kept returning to your mind. Was he actually unsure? What if he didn’t actually care? Were you just another one-night stand to him? You had only known him for a month or so, too. You didn’t doubt that Iceman would play the long con for a pretty face. The thought that he had done that to you made you sick.

Suddenly, you felt something tugging at your waist. Iceman’s large arms wrapped around you, pulling your body close to his. He laid his head over your shoulder and began placing small kisses along your neck.

“Good morning,” he mumbled in between lazy kisses.

You hardly heard him. You were too lost in thought to process any noise outside of your brain. Was he buttering you up to drop you like a rock not minutes later? He had probably put his clothes on already and was only still here to tell you he would never see you again.

“Good morning,” Iceman said a little louder. He stopped peppering kisses down your neck, “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine.”

“You look beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

Iceman frowned and unattached one of his hands from your waist. He propped himself up on his elbow, his other hand still laid across your stomach. You turned to lay on your back and stared at the popcorn ceiling, refusing to meet Iceman’s gaze. While your worries weren’t confirmed, you were almost certain they would be soon. You had fallen for a Navy pilot. You did what everything had instructed you not to do.

“What’s wrong?” Iceman asked, his fingers drawing circles around your stomach.

“Nothing,” you said quietly.

“You’re lying,” he stated. Iceman took his hand off your stomach and held your cheek gently, guiding your face to look at him. His eyes scanned your face for any sign of what was troubling you.

He sighed, “You know that I love you, right?”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you said, quietly laughing to yourself at the end.

“I definitely don’t,” he scoffed, getting off his elbow and wrapping his arms around you again. He dragged you across the bed so he was spooning you from behind, “In fact, you’re the first person I’ve said that to in a long time. What made you think that?”

“I don’t know. Everybody warned me about Navy men when I moved here and I figured you wouldn’t really care about me.”

“What? I would never treat you like... however people told you Navy pilots treated women. I don’t know what would happen to me if something bad happened to you. I- I care for you a lot, Y/N, no matter how big my ego is,” he said. You could sense the cheeky grin growing on his face.

“Oh, so you’re self-aware now?” you joked.

“Mhm,” Iceman murmured, holding you tighter than he was before. For the first time since you awoke, you realized how comfortable his arms felt around you. It was like they were perfectly built to fit your waist, “I mean it when I say I love you Y/N. I hope you love me back.”

You twisted around in his arms to face him and looked him in the eyes. They were soft, unlike the night before when they were eating you alive. You couldn’t help but smile. He loved you. He really did.

“How long can you stay until?” you asked.

“As long as you need me to.”

“Good,” you said. Before joining your lips in a slow, much-needed kiss, you added, “I love you, too, Tom.”

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Expectations

Plot: Y/n, pressured to do better by their over-demanding father, overworks themselves, something Tom will not allow to continue.

Request: pls i need some angst to fluff of iceman x pilot!reader, preferably with some sort of argument about one of the two spending too much time on work and overworking themselves, and the other worrying for their health. Requested By: @perseus-666

Pairing: Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x GN!Reader - established relationship *Readers Call Sign is Nike (Mythology, not the brand lol)

Warnings: Mentions of physical and mental exhaustion.

Words: 909 - short but sweet

Tom's eyes scanned the room as disappointment slowly filled his chest. He couldn't find you anywhere. You hadn't shown up at lunch, and you barely stayed for breakfast. During class you seemed so caught up in watch the instructors were teaching you had barely spoke a work to each other.

Hearing footsteps, he turned to see Hollywood walking past. "Hey Hollywood, you seen Y/n?"

Hollywood looked back at him and smiled a bit "Nike scheduled another training course."

"Another? They've already done two."

Slider shrugged "I know, but I saw them before they got into the jet, they looked determined to go up again."

"When did they go up?"

"About ten minutes ago, they'll probably be done any minute now."

Tom nodded in thanks as he left. He thought of how you had been acting recently, he frowned to himself. You had been doing more training courses than any other student in the last week, and taking less breaks. He had barely seen you eat anything, your smile was less bright, and your laugh quieter than normal.

He had noticed this change ever since you came back from a visit with your father. He knew your father was an Admiral, highly decorated, so he knew he expected a lot from you, what had he said that made you start working so much harder? You were already doing so much better than most. What else did he expect?

Tom only worried more when you didn't show up for dinner. He went to your room but you weren't there. And he didn't see you until later in the evening when he came to your room to find you again. All the others had gone out for the evening, and you of course, had stayed behind.

Knocking twice, he held his breath as he waited for your voice from the other side. Hearing you softly call out, he let out a small breath of relief before walking in. Seeing you sitting on your bed, he immediately felt his chest tighten. You looked exhausted, and you were still in your uniform.

You smiled at him as you set down your notebook, but your smile faded when you saw the look on his face. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head softly as he looked you over "You." You frowned in confusion and he continued "You look exhausted Y/n, what are you doing to yourself?"

He saw your face change rapidly from realization, to dejection, to anger before you shook your head softly as you stood up, throwing your notebook on your desk. "I'm fine."

He scoffed a little "Clearly not, you look like you haven't slept in days, and what is this about you doing more training courses?"

"What I'm not allowed to?"

"I didn't say that, but Jesus Y/n, you're gonna kill yourself, have you even eaten today?"

"I'm not a child Tom, don't treat me like one." You spat.

Tom let out a bewildered sigh as he turned away from you momentarily, rubbing the back of his neck. Turning towards you again he took in a deep breath "I'm not trying to treat you like a child Y/n. I'm worried, you're gonna overwork yourself to the point of no return."

He saw your face fall as you looked down at your feet "You don't get it." You met his eyes and he felt his heart twist, seeing your eyes growing misty "You don't have to over work yourself, because you are already the best. Your expectations are your own, you don't have to deal with the condescending lectures and the constant 'you could do better' from your father. You don't know what it's like to be looked at like you aren't enough." Letting out a shaky sigh you sat back down on your bed.

Tom watched you in silence for a moment before he walked over to you and knelt down in front of you.

He met your eyes and shook his head softly "I'm sorry." He whispered. Reaching up, he gently wiped his thumb under your eye, wiping away a tear that had begun to fall. "You're right, I don't have to deal with any of that. But Y/n, I'm jut worried about you. I hate seeing you like this. Taring yourself apart for someone who will never appreciate you for who you are. You are in Top Gun for a reason, you are better than most at what you do. He should be proud of you, like I am. You don't have to prove anything to anyone, even him. You are more than enough. He's the one who should do better."

You smiled softly at him as you let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, you didn't deserve that. You were right I am exhausted, and hungry." You let out a soft chuckle.

Wrapping his hand around yours he brought it to his face and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. "Then how about this. I go get some food, bring it back here, and we eat together. We relax, talk, anything but work. And then you get some sleep. No arguments."

You smiled at him and nodded your head "I think I can do that."

He smiled "Good." As he began to stand up, he quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Don't you dare open up that notebook while I'm gone."

You giggled softly "Yes Sir."

xx End xx

Sorry it's so short but I didn't have much for this lol

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caelanglang · 1 year

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Post-Mission Celebration: Movie Night Afternoon (things that happen when you’re all working the night shift…)

if you squint you’ll see them breathing

#oh but this is an old couch from an old closed down bar but it is still port mafia executive Nakahara Chuuya’s favorite couch #tried animating again… if there’s not animated sb I might as well make a delusional one hehehe *cries*#it’s super messy but I hope the animation is not too off hgnfjfndjs #bet albatross always complains abt Chuuya’s pony tail but will always choose to cuddle beside him hhhnnggg #AAAA WE NEED MORE FLAGS CONTENT #THE FLAGS ARE ALIVE AND WELL AND BREATHING HERE #stormbringer victims anyone out there hellooo I have come with some humble food #it’s fluff!! it’s fluff until I realize that only 1/6 of them continues to breathe to this day—*gets shot*#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #bsd flags #bsd albatross #bsd iceman #bsd lippmann #bsd doc #bsd pianoman #my art #bsd stormbringer #chuuya week 2023

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babyjakes · 4 months

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devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

warnings | extremely dark, the darkest thing i've ever written (we've entered dead dove do not eat territory; please heed ALL warnings.) canon-level mature themes: kidnapping, torture films, murder. implications that reader will be killed. robert is cold and ruthless. innocent!virgin!reader. filming of illicit sex tape. reader is blindfolded and gagged. restraints. medfet elements: robert's little setup is giving vintage white tile exam room, exam table, stirrups, those gd black gloves, speculum use. clit focus (puff puff content incoming.) vibrator. multiple forced orgasms. squirting. overstimulation. mocking and degradation. robert puts a cig out on reader's leg. written in 3rd person idk.

word count | 1,485

an | i'm kind of sitting here like wtf, ,, what is this and how did it come out of me lol. a little nervous to post, but i trust you guys to make responsible decisions about the media you consume!!! i'll probably never write something this fucked up again but for whatever reason it was just flowing out of me tonight folks, please again i'm begging you go read the warnings, like a second time through wouldn't hurt lol, and i hope you enjoy!!

Bringing its bitter end to his lips, Robert used one hand to draw in a deep breath of his dwindling cigarette, the other lazily holding a black magic wand in its designated place. He was nearly an hour into the day's filming session, and his subject was reaching a level of exhaustion and misery that made her more annoying to play with than anything else. But knowing he needed to milk at least a little more footage out of her before putting her back under and calling it a day, the man kept at the task. He tried to remind himself that he should be enjoying himself; considering the kinds of commissions he generally had to choose from, this particular case was a treat. A pretty little virgin, as soft and pure as the early spring rain, with the most stunning body the criminal had ever had the privilege of defiling. He could spend another thirty minutes at his station, watching as all the life and dignity were drained out of his poor little victim like blood dripping to the cold tile floor.

Through the musty cloth rammed between her battered lips, the poor girl's cries were escalating as her tormentor swirled the curve of the wand's slick bulb over her burning clit. Robert knew what her worsening wails meant; with a callous grin, he pulled his cig from his mouth just in time to press its smoking end to the girl's inner thigh as she came. With the howl she let out, he was thankful for the buffer the gag provided. "Noisy little bitch," he laughed as her juices sprayed out against his gloved hands. "That's it, slut. Fucking take it."

Glancing at the camcorder sitting off to his side, Robert considered his options. As much satisfaction as he derived from seeing how many orgasms could be wrung out of the poor thing before her body knocked her out as an act of mercy, his sadistic tendencies were getting bored of the monotony. Tossing the used cigarette to the floor, the man slowed the wand to a stop. He rolled away slightly on his stool, tossing the condom that was wrapped over the toy's head into the large black trash bag sitting in the center of the large room's floor. This far into his career, Robert had his methods down to a science. There was a way to keep everything clean, everything untraceable.

It was the whole purpose of his "worksite"; it provided a secure, controlled environment for the entire job to take place in, from start to flatline finish. The "set" was by far his favorite portion of the space, and understandably so, as it's where his sick imagination got to run wild for hours, days on end. And his clients were just as enthusiastic about the vivid stage he had put together for their subjects to shine on. It was somewhat inspired by a vintage gynecology office. He had the classic off-white exam table, equipped with a daunting pair of metal stirrups that were always positioned just a little wider than what would be comfortable. A sturdy set of restraints were of course a must, and to make sure the camera picked up on every agonizing detail, he had installed an adjustable surgical light overhead that could be aimed and drawn in to illuminate any area or action he chose. He hadn't struggled to gather all the tools and instruments he could ever want, either. A few of his buyers were licensed professionals themselves, opening the door to acquiring inventory from the big-name brands in bulk.

The other corners of the room had their designated uses as well: one with a filthy mattress for the unconscious victims to waste away on as heavy drugs pumped through their systems, another with large plastic sheets covering the floor, walls, and ceiling where the poor souls were hosed down (inside and out) before a bullet to the temple inevitably ended their long days of suffering. But most of their waking hours were spent on that dreaded padded table, the very spot where Robert's most recent capture was using the few moments he spent away from his station desperately trying to regain control of her breathing.

He returned to his position swiftly after switching out his soiled pair of black gloves for fresh ones, not wanting to waste any of his or his client's time. The sight of the girl's abused sex was enough to make the man drool; it had been quite some time since he had seen such a marvelous-looking cunt, so glorious in its messy destruction. Knowing he should share the beautiful sight, he took the time to adjust the camera, zooming in from a full-body shot to focus solely on the spot between the victim's legs. With the humiliating inspection he was preparing to perform, he wanted to be sure his buyer got to see each drop of come the poor girl let out, every twitch and spasm he would pull from her helpless body.

"Now let's see here," the man breathed as he brought his gloved fingers up to gently spread out the ruined-looking pussy before him. Noticing the way his subject winced as her puffy folds were pried open, he couldn't help but laugh in dark delight. He drew his attention to her throbbing clit, noting how much it had grown in size from all those unwanted orgasms he had forced out of her. Its hood was completely retracted, leaving the poor bud exposed to the open air. In a moment of perverted curiosity, Robert pinched the hardened nub harshly between his fingers, earning the prettiest sob he had heard from the girl all day. He chuckled once more, rolling and pulling at the knot of flesh for a few more seconds of additional torture before finally moving his hands away.

"What do you think? Should we try for one more?" he mused mockingly as he grabbed a plastic speculum from one of the drawers built in beneath the table, unwrapping it and tossing its trash to the side before pausing to grin deviously over his victim. Glancing up at her head, he realized it was still covered with a black hood he had put on her at the beginning of the shoot. The buyer had requested for her to be blindfolded like this for a decent portion of the film, offering the explanation that she was "afraid of the dark," and that he wanted to see her in as much pain and fear as humanly possible. The hood had served its purpose for the day, but now, Robert wanted the poor girl to see each and every way he was going to be violating her body in real time. In one swift motion, he reached up and pulled the pocket of fabric away, exposing her stunning tear-stained face. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted viciously. Just as he was hoping, her cries worsened as she saw the dreaded tool in his hands. He had a certain liking for holding up the devices he was preparing to use to see his victim's reactions; after all, he got off on fear and dread just as much as his clients did.

"Time to open up this pretty little cunt and see what kind of damage we did," the man enthused as he forced the tip of the instrument into the girl's drenched opening. By now, she had been well stretched out and ruined by her captor's horrific methods. Grappling with his usual lack of restraint and self-control, Robert had barely made the drive back with the girl tied up in his trunk without pulling over and popping that perfect little cherry on his own time, without a single camera properly rolling.

Turning the speculum as it was fully inserted, the man took great pleasure in squeezing the handle to force the tool open, each tiny click that sounded only stretching the poor thing's aching walls out to a further, more painful degree. "There," he sighed in satisfaction as the last notch was reached. Pulling his hands away, he gave himself and the camera a few seconds to enjoy the view of the girl's milky insides, so worn and sore from the days of torture she'd endured.

"Alright. One more," he finally hummed, using his gloved fingers to collect some of the plentiful slick dripping from the speculum before dragging them up to find that adorable little button he loved bullying so much. Her fading sobs were revived in an instant, her throat growing hoarse from all the screaming she'd done. But as much as she cried, Robert was determined to get one final orgasm from her before putting her back under for the day. After spending so much time making that pretty pussy as puffy and sensitive as possible, he deserved to see it coming all stretched out painfully over his instrument of choice.

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avicris918 · 9 months

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This came to me and I don't know where I want it to go. I had to post it somewhere, hopefully to get some feedback.

"You're right. Nobody will mourn me when I burn in, but that's because I've had nobody for the past 15 years. When I made the decision I did, I lost everyone. I kept a promise and in return I was left, again. Story of my life, right?"

Maverick shook his head, ridding himself of the voices starting to overtake his mind, and turned to leave the room.

Before walking out the door he stopped and said "you got everything you wanted, everyone you wanted, and yet you still hate me."

*****

Bradley was standing there, the anger still coursing through him, when Warlock came into the room.

"He's right, you know."

Rooster sighed and asked "about what?"

"For the past 15 years he's been alone. He made a decision that affected your life of course, but in doing so he effectively ruined his as well."

"How? He was still in the Navy. He was still an aviator. He still went all over the world. I was set back four years. I was stopped from doing what I'd always dreamed of doing. Yeah, I'm here now, but behind where I should be."

Warlock just stared at him, displeasure visible only to those who knew where to look for it.

"Of course, you got here. You got here with so many people backing you up. You got here with a handful of uncles willing to do anything for you. You got here with someone standing firmly in your corner, ready to fight any and all demons that came for you."

"What's your point, sir?" Frustration slipping into his voice.

"While you had all of them at your back, who did he have? The minute it became known what he had done everyone turned on him. Those who had been there through the worst of it, just left. Those who knew him better than anyone, knew he had serious abandonment issues, just turned their backs on him."

"That's not my problem."

"Of course it's not. You had people there for you; you had everyone. He's had no one in his corner for the past 15 years. Every accomplishment, every nightmare, every heartache. He's been alone. Every time he's been injured and in the hospital, he's been alone. Every near miss, he's been alone. All those times he should have had family in his corner, helping to show him there was more to his life than flying, that he was worth more than his injuries, he was alone."

Rooster didn't have anything to say.

"Every trip to the hospital he was asked if he had family or someone they could call for him, he said no. There was no one that needed to be bothered, no one would would care and come anyways. I think after his first hospital visit after everything, he just stopped trying."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

"Five weeks after everything he was hit by a drunk driver on base. I happened to be at the hospital when they brought him in and heard them ask for numbers to call someone for him. He said he'd call from his cellphone, which surprisingly enough has t been damaged." Warlock narrowed his eyes at Rooster and he instantly knew what was coming. "He tried calling a handful of numbers to call and no one answered. He sent a couple texts and the same thing happened. I called Ice, just to see if he was busy and he answered right away, asking if everything was good. Mav saw he picked up after two rings, and after that he just stopped."

"I…. didn't….but…..why…"

"Why what? Why did he call? Why didn't he keep calling? Why didn't I say anything?"

"He could have called anyone, any of them would have been there for him."

Warlock shook his head. "But they weren't. They weren't because they were so firmly on your side because of all of your hurt, they forgot he had no one on his side. Not one of them was there for him then and since, and he doesn't expect anyone to be there for him now."

Warlock turned to leave and before walking out the door levyed this final shot at the younger man.

"I've been his NOK and POA for 15 years. I've been there, and I know he appreciates it, but the ones he loved and would do anything for, where were they? He would give up his life for his friends, for his family, but where were they? He kept a promise. He did something he knew would tear up one relationship. He did it knowing that nothing would ever be the same. But to be cut off for your entire support system, at the whims and whines of a teenager whom he loved more than life itself, that was a blow. He never thought those who loved him and cared about him and knew him, would do what was done. But they did, because of you."

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imawkwardlysoc · 1 year

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"only bought this dress so you could take it off"

Song: Dress by Taylor Swift

Pairing: bob floyd x reader (afab)

Warning(s): Allusions to smut (not written) & Aftercare

Word Count: 1,913

Summary: Y/N had just moved to Miramar and was invited to the Navy Ball in San Diego by her roommate. Soon when the both of them arrived, Y/N was met with a face she hasn't seen in a long time.

Backing away from the full length mirror, I admired the dress I picked out a few days ago. The muted gold beaded dress hugged my waist in all the right ways. With it being off the shoulder and a sweetheart neckline, it showed the right amount of chest without it being too scandalous.

“Wow, you look amazing.” I looked over to see my roommate, Natasha, entering my room.

“Are you sure? I mean is this appropriate for a naval ball?” I turned to face her.

“Yes, all heads will turn to you when you enter the ballroom,” she reassured me. “Who knows? Maybe a navy man will approach you and you end up going on a date with him, but if it’s Hangman, straight up reject him.”

I laughed at what she said. “Nat, I just moved here two weeks ago, I’m not looking for a relationship yet.”

Ever since I moved to San Diego two weeks ago, I’ve been more focused on my teaching job. I work at the local high school near a navy base as a science teacher. I was hired when the school year already started so I've been catching my students up since the substitute teacher they had barely got them learning.

“Well, the Lyft is almost here, you should finish getting ready,” she told me before leaving my room.

Slipping on a pair of gold heels, I grabbed my clutch and double checked the inside to see if I had all of the things I needed. Closing it, I walked out of my room and walked out of the house with Natasha after she locked the front door. Getting into the car, our driver started to drive us to the US Grant hotel.

“Hey, everything is going to be fine,” Natasha squeezed my hand. “All of the Dagger Squad is going to love you.”

We soon pulled up to the hotel and saw a bunch of naval higher ups in their uniforms with their plus ones. I’m pretty sure that I also saw some politicians entering the hotel. Natasha and I soon walked in and headed to the ballroom entrance where we showed our identifications along with invites.

When we walked in, I started to feel overwhelmed. Many members of the Navy and their plus ones filled the room while a live band played music.

“Oh, I see them!” Natasha started to drag me to where her friends were. “Guys, meet Y/N.”

I was soon met with two dark skinned men, one with a buzzcut, another one with a somewhat porno mustache, and one who looked like a real life Ken doll. She soon started to introduce me to them with their actual names and call signs. More of the members came and I was introduced to them along with her captain and his husband.

“Guess who finally showed up,” Jake announced. “How long does it take to get a soda?”

“Y/N, meet-” I looked over to see who came and I froze.

“Robbie?” His name fell out of my mouth.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He asked.

“Oh my god, it’s been so long.” I walked up and hugged him.

“It has.” He returned my hug.

“Wait, is this the Robbie you told me about?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded my head.

“Are we missing something here?” Mickey asked.

“Yeah, did you and Baby on Board used to have a thing or?” Jake asked.

“Baby on Board?” A confused look formed on my face when I heard the name he gave Robbie.

“No, we used to be childhood friends back in North Carolina,” Robbie explained.

“Yeah we’ve lived in the same neighborhood until I had to move to Arizona because my dad got a new job,” I nodded and pointed to Natasha. “That’s where I met Natasha.”

“And we’ve been inseparable until we had to leave for college.” Nat wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “It took me some convincing to get her to move down here.”

“Well, I had to finish both of my masters,” I told her.

“Two masters?” Admiral Kazansky raised his eyebrow.

“Yes, one in mechanical engineering and one in physics, but I also have a teaching credential for physics.” I smiled proudly.

“Do you mind if we continue this conversation while I get myself another drink?” The admiral asked me.

“I don’t mind at all Admiral,” I answered while linking arms with him.

While on our walk to the bar, he started asking me questions about my studies and why I double majored. I also talked about my time studying my undergrad at Cal Poly and getting my masters/teaching credential at the University of San Francisco.

Throughout our conversation, I glanced at the other side of the room to see Robbie talking to some of his squadron members. We would send each other a smile if we made eye contact with each other.

Soon a familiar tune filled my ears and the room. Placing my drink down on the bar, I faced the admiral.

“Excuse me sir, but I have to do something,” I excused sir.

“It’s no problem, also call me Tom.” He smiled and I nodded my head.

Hurrying myself to the other side of the room, I made my way to where Robbie was. When I saw him leaning against the wall as he listened to his friends, a smile came onto our faces as lyrics started to echo through the room. Handing his drink to Ruben, I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dance floor as Come On Eileen played. (A/N I just imagine the dance scene in Perks of Being a Wallflower) We started to do the dance routine that we created when we were kids whenever this song played through the stereo. We continued to dance to the song and sang out the lyrics.

“Wow, it’s been a while since we last did that,” I caught my breath after he dipped me and we moved to a slow dancing position.

“I’m surprised that we still remember it,” he chuckled.

“After the amount of times we perform this dance in front of our families, I would be surprised if we don't remember the moves,” I looked up at him.

He still had the same face from what I remembered as a little kid, but it was more defined. He was still the shy and reserved kid that I knew of as I grew up.

“Hey, wanna head out?” He whispered in my ear which sent chills down my spine.

“Sure,” I agreed.

He led me off the dance floor and went to his squad.

“It’s been great meeting you all. I hope we get to see each other again,” I told everyone.

They all said their goodbyes and Robbie and I left the hotel ballroom. As Robbie and I waited for the valet to bring his wrangler around, I felt him put his coat over my shoulders and wrapped his arm around them. Leaning against him, I looked up at him and gave a smile. Soon the wrangler was pulled up and he helped me into the car. Getting into the driver’s seat, he closed the door and untied the tie he was wearing.

During the drive to Natasha and I’s house, we were sharing stories and memories from our childhood. He also explained the reason why Jake called him Baby on Board sometimes. I laughed at the stories that he had with his crew. I guess he’s glad that he’s permanently stationed here with his crew.

Pulling up in front of the house, he got out of the driver’s seat and helped me out of the car. Walking me up to the door, we stood there for a moment, waiting to see what happens next.

“Thanks for taking me home,” I thanked him.

“No problem, it’s nice seeing you again,” he smiled. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you,” I looked down at the ground and blushed.

I soon felt his fingers touch my chin and moved my head to face him. Don’t know the reason why but I started to feel my heart begin to race as my stomach fluttered. Leaning my head in as his did, our lips touched and moved. It continued for a few more seconds as it got more passionate until we detached, looking at each other with a blush on our faces.

“Did that just?” I asked.

“Yeah, it did,” he nodded his head.

“Well, I should head in now,” I told him and grabbed my house key from my clutch.

Unlocking it, I pushed open the door and walked into the house without closing the door. I tossed my clutch on the kitchen island and started my walk down the hallway to my room. Hearing the sound of Robbie’s footsteps entering the house, I looked over my shoulder a little and gave him a wink. Entering my room, I took off my heels and started to unzip the back of my dress.

“Need help with that?” I heard Robbie’s voice enter my room.

“Please,” I answered despite me not needing any help.

Chills were sent throughout my body as I felt his breath hit my neck as he slowly unzipped my dress. I bit the inside of my lip as he started to place kisses down my neck. With my dress off, leaving me in my undergarments, I turned and started to kiss him as he led me to my bed.

*Aftercare*

Tangled up in my bed sheets, Robbie laid flat on his back while I laid my head on his chest. One of his arms wrapped around my waist while the other drew circles on my thigh.

“Imagine if we told younger us that we’ll be in this situation,” I chuckled, looking up at him.

“I feel they would be grossed out,” he let out a laugh. “I miss this, I miss us hanging out with each other.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “It sucked that we weren’t able to keep in contact with each other.”

He nodded his head and hummed in agreement. “But hey, we got to see each other again even though it took over ten years.”

“True,” I laughed.

“I know I already said that you look beautiful but that dress on you is amazing,” he complimented me.

“Well, I should buy that dress in other colors if it makes you do this,” I smirked as I gestured to us in bed.

“Nah, anything you wear can make me feel like this,” he placed a kiss on my lips.

“This isn’t going to affect our friendship right?” I asked him.

“I already lost you once, not losing you again,�� he said while pulling me closer to him.

I smiled and laid my head on his chest letting out a yawn. Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep.

*The Morning After*

Opening my eyes, I looked over to see Robbie still sleeping. Smiling to myself and last night’s events, I quietly got out of bed and threw on his dress shirt. Walking out of my room, I walked down the hall to the kitchen to see Natasha standing there with a cup of coffee and a smirk on her face.

“So, my backseater huh?” She asked.

“Shush,” I blushed a little while pouring myself a cup of coffee.

“Hey, just saying he’s a really good guy but you already know that,” she told me.

Soon we heard footsteps revealing Robbie in his boxers and hair disheveled.

“Yeah, he really is.”

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mcswbkia · 1 year

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This is a little one shot In put together in the Universe of "I'll ride in this life with you" from @sassenach082 ! Hope you enjoy :)

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"Bradley?!" Ice called from down the stairs. It was almost time for dinner so he wanted to call the five year old downstairs.

"Bradley?!" Ice called again. When he still got no response, Ice made his way up the stairs. He was getting a little worried now.

"Bradley?" Ice asked again when he gently pushed the door of his bedroom open. Ice saw a flash of something disappearing under the bed, a spooked Bradley turning towards Ice.

"What have you got there, baby Goose?" Ice asked smiling.

"Nothing" Bradley lied.

"Don't lie, baby Goose. That's not polite" Ice said sternly.

"Now what have you got there?" Ice continued with a smile. Bradley sighed.

"It's a surprise" He said and got on his knees and grabbed something from under his bed. It was a cardboard F-14 that was painted grey. There was one black dot with white and red stripes and one red dot with white and blue stripes, where the pilot and his RIO would be seated.

"It's a gift for Mav. For Father's day" Bradley said a little shy. Ice almost started crying right then and there. Almost, but he held himself together.

"Oh, Bradley. He'll love it" Ice said fondly to the five year old in front of him.

"Really?" Bradley asked hopeful.

"Absolutely" Ice answered.

"When did you make this, baby Goose?" He asked as well. Bradley smiled.

"I made them at school with Ms. Anderson" the kid beamed.

"It's awesome, baby Goose. Now let's go eat. Mav's hungry" Ice said, picking up the five year old. Bradley giggled.

"So am I"

"Well then it's good that I came to fetch you" Ice smiled. Bradley nodded and they walked down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Little did Ice know, that Bradley had anotyher, identical, F-14 under his bed. But with a grey dot with blue stripes and a white dot on each side and a grey dot with red stripes and a yellow dot on each side.

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It was a friday night. Ice, Mav and Bradley just had dinner. Ice and Mav were cleaning up and doing the dishes. Bradley had disappeared to his room.

"I'm gonna go get Bradley ready for bed" Mav said once they were almost finished.

"Yeah, I'll finish up around here" Ice nodded. Mav disappeared up the stairs, but quickly returned again.

"What's wrong?" Ice asked, instantly worried.

Mav sprung to attention and said:

"We have orders to wait on the couch from admiral Bradley"

Mav grinned after that and Ice started to laugh.

"You really are an idiot, you know that?" Ice said. Now smiling softly at his wingman.

"But I'm your idiot" Mav grinned.

Ice shook his head and made his way over to the couch. Mav went to sit next to him.

"Are you ready?!" Bradley yelled from upstairs.

"Yes!" Mav yelled back. They heard Bradley storming down the stairs. The five year old appeared in front of them with two boxes in gift wrapper in his hands.

"What's all this, baby Goose?" Mav asked.

"It's a gift. For Father's day" Bradley said smiling. Mav looked a bit surprised by that. Bradley gave Mav one of the boxes.

"Open it" he said. Mav carefully opened the gift wrapper and then the box itself. Inside was the cardboard F-14, Ice had seen Bradley try to hide. Mav instantly teared up.

"Oh, I love it, baby Goose! Thank you" he said and gave the kid a hug. Ice watched the whole encounter fondly.

"What's in the other box, baby Goose?" Mav asked then. Bradley smiled widely and said:

"This one's for Ice!"

"For me?" Ice voiced his surprise. Bradley nodded and gave him the box. Ice opened it carefully. Inside was a cardboard F-14, identical to Mav's, but this one had his and Slider's helmets painted onto it.

"Oh, Bradley" Ice said choked up.

"It's beautiful!" and he pulled the kid, their kid, in his arms.

"I love you, papa" Bradley whispered into Ice's ears.

"I love you too, baby Goose" Ice whispered back.

The cardboard F-14 hung on to Ice's locker ever since.

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That's it! Hope you liked it :)

This is the plane I had in mind for the father's day gifts, but then F-14.

#i'llrideau #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #top gun 1986 #mavdad #top gun one shot

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mrsjavymachado · 2 years

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icemav headcanons

**important to note

-goose lives, just injured after the canopy incident so mav still flies with merlin for the mission and icemav still become wingmen

-most of these are set after they all graduate top gun

ice and maverick have always thought the other was attractive, it wasn’t a very well kept secret if their time at topgun was any indicator, and anybody with eyes could tell that they wanted to be with each other and finally, finally they fell into bed together after months of dancing around eachother and their feelings and it was eye opening for the both of them. mav looked ready to bolt when he woke up next to him because ice meant more to him than a quick fuck but he didn’t know how to tell him that and didn’t want to fuck anything but between them, but ice held onto him with, the patience of a saint knowing that he’d just gotten maverick to see his feelings and he wasn’t letting him go anytime soon.

they talked it out with only a few shed tears before maverick pushed ice back down onto the bed and showed him just how much he meant to him. (mav called goose and told him everything, with carole right there behind him chipping in and adding her own comentary) (apparntly goose owed her five dollars because she knew that it was going to happen soon after the mission, goose thought it would’ve happened taken months) (mav rolled his eyes at gooses’ lack of faith in his ability to get with a guy he liked but didn’t rebut it because he never thought he’d get here with ICEMAN of all people)

mav and ice do NOT take things slowly, as neither of them are known to be passive about what they want. they already spend most of their time together during the day as their stations together, but now they have an excuse (they didn’t need one before) to spend even MORE time with eachother and they are insufferably in love.

ice who drinks coffee in the morning not because he needs it to wake up, but because he likes the taste. mav who needs coffee to even think about starting the day, so ice, who wakes up first, makes mav’s coffee first then his own. (he likes seeing mav all soft and sleepy in the morning, and he’s always rewarded for his efforts with a happy grin, a soft kiss to his cheek and a “thanks sweetheart,” in mavs delicious morning voice, but he likes to say it’s because it’s the only time mav isn’t running his mouth)

mav runs warm but ice, ironically, runs warmer, so they buy the best a/c money can buy because ice is a tactile mother fucker and can’t sleep without at least one limb touching mav at all times.

everytime ice gets deployed somewhere different than mav (which is hardly ever because the navy recognizes how fucking good they are together) maverick relishes in the free space because while ice curls up to go to sleep, mav spreads fucking eagle. legs and arms out starfish style (though he is always very happy to have his personal extra limb back in bed with him)

ice sleeps on the left and mav sleeps on the right, though sometimes when mav gets sick or ice isn’t there, he’ll sleep on ice’s side.

ice rarely gets sick, he has seasonal allergies that he takes medicine for but when he does get sick he gets SICK. he’s coughing and hacking and he can’t breathe and everything that could go wrong goes wrong. mav always knows when ice is sick because he gets cold and clammy and miserable.

ice never takes being sick seriously and will try and go back to work without much care and it takes mav (and slider usually) to coerce him back to bed with a good book and promise to keep with updated on any changes back on base.

mav on the other hand sneezes twice in a row and swears he’s dying, but he’s just dramatic. mav gets sick A LOT. the weather changes and he’s down with a head cold. he’s also allergic to cats and ice’s family has three fat, spoiled tabbies named mimi, stella and princess and they LOVE maverick.

however, poor mav can’t even be near anything they touch because he’ll break out in hives. he will however down as many benedrill as he can and play with them because he loves them just as much.

his attempts to convince ice to let them get a cat always end in a resounding no, because ice actually likes having his boyfriend not in severe medical distress because a cat so much as looked at him

being sick is one thing but when it comes to the big stuff like injuries, broken bones and the like, no one takes it more seriously than ice. as soon as something feels off, ice is at the base hospital asking them to look over it, he doesn’t want to jeopardize his flying at all.

on the other hand mav gets such an adrenaline kick whenever he’s in the air that he doesn’t feel any injuries until it’s too late.

once he wasn’t strapped in properly in the tomcat and tuned a corner so sharp he rammed his elbow against the canopy and it shattered. goose heard a sickening crack come from mav’s general direction and the groan that he let at the turn and immediately told mav that he had to land the plane. mav asked goose if he was okay and all goose could do was gape at his idiot of a best friend becuse there’s no way that if goose heard the crack from somewhere in mav’s body over the roar of the engine that mav wasn’t feeling at least something.

eventually, after he got mav to land after he stubbornly stupidly insisted he was fine and that he needed to finish his training, goose flagged down medical and when they arrived mav’s flight suit was drenched in blood at the arm and he was leaning on goose just trying to breathe through the pain because the adrenaline he had from flying was gone and the pain kicked in real fast and all he remembers is someone touching his elbow and how much it burned and white hot pain coursed through his body .

he’s told later in the hospital that he passed out, eyes rolling back and that with his maverick fucking luck he actually landed on his elbow, injuring it more before anyone could catch him. he then passes out again, though this time it’s medically induced by anesthesia as he’s being prepped for surgery.

the next thing he knows he’s waking up in a hospital room on base with a cast on his elbow and ice sitting at his side. once he’s wake ice looks at him for a few seconds, looking at him worriedly as he breaths out a soft, “jesus mav,” under his breath. then remembers he’s upset with maverick and loudly recalls all the details for him and yells at him for 25 minutes for being so stupid for keeping himself in the air injured and bleeding and how one day he swears mav will kill himself in the cockpit and when he does ice will dig him up and kill him himself because, “pete you’re not dying by anyone’s hands but mine.” and mav stopped listening because ice had obviously not realized the slip but maverick did and wow did it make his heart beat faster because that was the first time ice had said mavericks name. not mitchell, not maverick but pete.

so pete leaned up and smiled so wide it made ice pause because there’s no way mav was smiling through his lecture (if being called a reckless fool by your boyfriend was considered lecturing) and then he felt mav pull him by shirt collar with his good hand and kiss him speechless. “that’s the first time you’ve called me pete, tom.” and wow ice loved hearing his name on mav’s lips so he just smiled back, “yeah, well maybe ill do it more if you aren’t so stupid.” and all mav could do was laugh and kiss tom again within an inch of his life.

goose, who came to visit with bradley just sighed and covering his kids eyes and clearing his throat loudly. ice and mav jumped apart quickly and blushed, before mav smiled as bradley (who’d been let down by goose once they’d separated, smiled widley at his godfather, “MAV! daddy said you got hurt cause you were dumb so im here to make you feel better!” and ice chocked out a laugh as mav shot his best friend a look, “oh did he, well your daddy must love me very much if he brought my favorite godson over to see me” and goose and ice just rolled their eyes fondly because mav and bradley did this little routine so often it was second nature, “but mav im your ONLY godson.” “that’s why you’re my favorite baby goose.”

it made mav and bradley happy so no one had to heart to tell them it was a corny joke, because it was cute to see mav so happy. everyone could tell just how much he loved the kid and bradley loved his godfather just as much.

mav smiled wider, if that was possible, and picked bradley up with his good arm and placed him on his lap. ice sat next to the two of them and goose on the chair beside of mavericks bed, and the four of them just chatted, well it mostly consisted of goose and ice ragging on mav for being a bad influence of bradley, and for being dumb in general (calling him a dumbass in as kid friendly a way as they could) when carole was about to join them and saw just how happy and relaxed they all were, so she snapped a picture of them, which made them all turn to her at the flash. “whatcha up to honey?” goose had asked as he called his wife over to join then and pulled her on his lap, “oh nothing, just admiring our family.”

and if ice’s smile got a little wobbly at being included by the most important people in his boyfriends life, then no one else had to know but him.

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beseriouslywilde · 10 months

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I Walk The Line

Top Gun

Icemav, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky and Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

(Drabble, enemies to friends to lovers, getting together, 100 words)

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“You know,” Iceman said, a hesitance in his tone as he traced the edge of Maverick’s hairline. “If this isn’t… you know, if you’re just looking for something casual. I won’t stop you from—“

“It isn’t.” Maverick’s voice held a certainty he had not shown in a while. “This is serious to me. I want this to be something I can trust.”

“I trust you. And I don’t do things halfway.” It sounded like a warning, maybe it was.

“Did I give you the wrong impression, Kazansky?” Maverick smiled, bringing their lips together in a kiss. “I’m all or nothing.” **

#drabble #100 words #icemav #one shot #fic #fanfiction #full fanfic #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell

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compacflt · 6 months

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I am sad you are leaving this blog but I want to squeeze in a question. You are a very natural writer and make it look so easy. I was curious if you use a beta reader for your work?

Hi ❤️ i do not, which is why my fics are so stupidly long😕 i have “can’t kill my darlings” syndrome, i have way too much to say and i don’t know how to prioritize what it is i want to say, so i say EVERYTHING. i genuinely believe my fics would be sooo much better if they were edited by someone else. someone who isn’t afraid to look at a scene/sentence and say “that’s stupid as fuck/not as successful as u want it to be, cut it.” im still in the process of editing so liiiiike if you have any issues with my fics literally just dm me to tell me what’s dumb/not working & what i should cut, it would actually be sooo helpful (you can ignore this most recent fic bc the whole point of that was stuff that would’ve been cut anyway lol)

i would have loved a beta reader but … you know me, i am so shit at time management and deadlines that 1.) i never had time for a beta reader because i am always over deadline by the time i finish a fic draft (like the slider one shot, which i said i would post last November and actually posted in April, 5 mo later)

and 2.) i never share ACTUAL wips with anyone, not even on wednesdays. My wip wednesdays are, and always have been, a total sham. most of my wips usually look like this

right up until like the week before i post them. like EVERY SINGLE scene looks like this, incomprehensible to anyone except me with my little delusions in my head, until i pull a few all- nighters and brute-force the transitions and the actions into place. so like i can’t share a real draft with anyone until (in my opinion) it’s basically passable enough to be a final draft anyway, especially for fanfic, like, my standards Are lower for “good enough” when it comes to fanfic. Above ⬆️ becomes below⬇️. obviously this ⬇️ isn’t perfect and will still need a final pass edit but it’s 🤷🏽‍♀️ good enough

what i really need a beta for is to tell me, in no uncertain terms, if this level of detail/the existence of this scene itself is actually ever warranted. lol.

3.) as previously mentioned i can’t hold a deadline/reply to messages on time to save my life so any beta would absolutely despise working with me i fear

#my inability to prioritize/stay on deadline is no joke my biggest weakness in life. it has actually fucked me over in real life so many #times #to a diagnosable degree probably #i just can’t estimate how long stuff takes in my head! i am capable of writing 12k+ words in a day #which is what i did at the start of writing wwgattai #but sometimes it also takes me literally 6 months to write 30k (slider one shot)#😞#But thank you for the ask #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #this most recent deadline was out of my control tho.#that’s just life

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multifandomfanfic · 2 years

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Can you please please pretty please write a Tom kazansky x reader smut

I would HEAVILY appreciate it

The Time of My Life

Summary: After a heated moment of passion between you and Iceman, you can’t help but wonder what he could do to a woman once he got her alone. ;)

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, oral (f! Receiving), fear of being walked in on, semi public sex acts

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I am so so SO sorry if this isn’t as good as my usual writing! I needed to get out of my writing slump and this was the fic to help me out! Please enjoy anyway!

Despite not living in San Diego, I was familiar with the infamous Hard Deck. Everyone with a brother or friend in Top Gun knew about the bar. Relationships were formed and broken there, brawls were apparently a common occurrence, and bartenders and waitresses were never short on military men to choose from. The stories Slider brought home made me want to pack my belongings and join the Navy, although some tales were a tad explicit.

But I didn’t want to be walking through the Hard Deck's door right now. Slider had misled me into thinking I was walking to dinner to catch up with friends at a small, quiet restaurant. That was a huge mistake. Row after row of cars filled the parking lot, and the motorcycle section was completely full. The place was practically bursting at the seams with patrons.

“Ron, when I said I wanted to spend time with my brother this weekend, I did not mean at a rowdy bar!” I exclaimed as my brother, Slider, pulled me through the packed doorway of the Hard Deck.

“Shouldn’t have come this weekend, then,” Slider replied. When I groaned, he turned around and grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look him in the eye, “Please, just suck it up for me this one time. We’ll do whatever you want tomorrow.”

I rolled my eyes, “As long as you get your hands off me.”

Slider lifted his hands and, in the blink of an eye, he dashed to the bar. I sighed and shook my head. This trip had been a pain in the ass, let alone this brief encounter. In fact, if my parents hadn’t offered to pay the full price for the flight, I wouldn’t have come. Slider and I had never been close, for some obvious reasons, and visiting him in San Diego was more of a California vacation for me than a trip to see family.

I meandered through the crowd aimlessly, looking for anyone or anything that caught my attention. The posters and memorabilia on the wall provided entertainment for a small period of time. Yet, I quickly became bored. I stood on my tip-toes and looked over towards the bar, seeing if I could easily order a drink. Men in white and blue hounded the bar, drooling over the female bartenders and trying to order a drink.

To the right, Slider was there talking to a blonde man I didn’t recognize. His back was towards the bar and he was carelessly eating bar mix as he talked to my brother. Something about him was familiar, yet I couldn’t put my finger on his identity without seeing his face.

His presence didn't bother me, and I walked over to the other side of the bar to order a drink so as not to disrupt my brothers' conversation. At first, the bartender didn't notice me. She was too preoccupied with receiving compliments from the throngs of Navy men who surrounded the bar. She eventually walked over to me, clearly disappointed that her next customer wasn't a hot Navy pilot, and I purchased my drink.

I returned my gaze across the bar to my brother and his companion. As I made eye contact with Slider, I smiled and raised my glass. He reciprocated, but instead of engaging in conversation or approaching me, he nudged his friend. When the blonde man turned around, he was instantly recognized. It was the man, the myth, the legend: Tom Kazansky.

My brother's closest companion.

A casual acquaintance.

Someone who always seemed to be on the periphery of my life.

All of these qualities apply to Tom Kazansky. Iceman, as his friends refer to him.

“Hey Iceman!”

I called over the roar of people bantering around the wooden bar.

“Hey Y/N! Good to see you.”

“Good to see you as well, Ice!”

We both nodded to one another, making a fake clink of our glasses over the bar.

I assumed that was the end of our interaction because there was no reason for us to communicate any further.

We were acquaintances, not close friends.

I had no common interests with Iceman, no established relationship, and to be honest, I'm not into blondes.

But he was nice, just nice enough to make his presence pleasant whenever we were together.

Then there was the ego issue, which I'd rather not discuss at this time.

“Hello everybody!”

I could recognize that sweet, singsongy voice anywhere. I snapped my head around, averting my gaze from Iceman. Penny stood atop a small stage only slightly raised from the ground, microphone in hand, confidently addressing the audience.

“As you may have heard I got a new karaoke machine!”

Penny indicated an old, blocky karaoke system with a small screen positioned atop a spare table.

Oh, that's what it was.

It was antique, a relic from the past. However, as long as it played cheesy romance songs on repeat and provided the option to sing into a few microphones, clubgoers would eat it up.

“Who wants to go first?”

The entire club held their breaths.

Oh, come on. I thought for sure at least one drunk would be brave enough to belt a tune.

“No one?”

Silence.

I looked around the bar until my gaze was drawn to Iceman.

He was… smirking? And staring at me?

What the hell?

I cocked a brow in his direction.

“I’d like to go first!”

While maintaining eye contact with me, Iceman called to Penny.

“But I want it to be a duet.”

No.

Oh hell no.

Oh fuck no.

My heart stopped.

A duet?

With Iceman?

He had to be fucking kidding me.

“The time of my life by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes please Penny.”

The entire bar erupted into applause.

Oh God. That idiotic corny song from that idiotic ass movie. While the patrons continued their chorus of delight, Iceman strolled over to me, his ego larger than the entire city of San Diego.

“Wanna be my duet partner baby?”

Baby?

What. The. Hell.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me Tom.”

Iceman shrugged.

“Why would I be messing with you?”

“Because why would you be serious?“

Unfortunately, the excitement had died down, and the bar patrons could sense my reluctance to sing.

“Sing with him!”

A random man shouted in a deep, raspy voice.

“Sing! Sing! Sing!”

With each passing second, more people joined the chorus of exclamations.

This was so humiliating.

Not singing would be ten times more embarrassing than singing at this point. If I didn’t suck it up and belt, no doubt I’d gather a bunch of unnecessary attention.

“Fine!”

I shouted in annoyance.

“Yay!”

Everyone exclaimed joyfully in unison.

So I got on that fucking stage and started singing. I made an effort to be good in order to avoid drawing attention to myself for being bad. But not good enough to draw attention for being outstanding.

It was going well, microphone in hand, my adequate vocals and stage presence working in my favor. Despite the fact I couldn't shake the feeling Iceman was growing closer by the second. Iceman's voice was becoming raspier and more seductive with each passing second.

I kept my gaze straight, trying not to think about Tom seducing me only a foot away.

And I owe it all to you…

Final note. The final note before I could escape this horror. The final note before I could shake away everyone’s burning gaze. The final note before I could break away from Tom’s crushing presence.

My feet became disoriented.

I gasped, falling backwards as someone yanked on my shoulder, tugging me towards them.

I slid back into someone's strong arms, my gaze darting around the room until it settled on Iceman's bright green eyes.

What.

The.

Hell.

I furrowed my brow, one of Iceman’s strong arms entirely supporting my body as he dipped me down, my back only about a foot from the hard ground.

“Tom?-“

As the song faded into silence, he thrust his face forward, his lips crashing into mine. My initial reaction was to resist him, so I gasped against his lips, my hands finding their way to his chest to weakly push him away.

But his taste was so… enticing.

After only a moment, I found myself kissing him back. My eyes fluttered shut, my hands gently rubbing his clothed pectorals as a sense of bliss washed over me.

Our lips meshed together perfectly, the entire crowd of patrons erupting into a chorus of applause and cheers. The kiss grew hungry, desperation coursing through my veins as I longed for more.

Just as I was about to slip my tongue past his beautifully plush lips, he raised my body to a standing position, our lips pulling apart with a wet smack.

Tom raised his eyebrows in sarcastic shock.

“Wow honey, you’re crazier than I thought.”

As I hustled to avoid the awkwardness, my face flushed bright red, blood rushing to my cheeks.

So much for not attracting attention.

I pushed away, Iceman not resisting as I moved hurriedly through the crowds, excited drunks occasionally hollering in my direction.

I kept my head down, hurrying towards the bathroom, the intense sounds becoming too much for my overstimulated brain.

“Fuck.”

I mumbled under my breath.

“I fucking hate this shit.”

I flung open the bathroom door and slammed it shut behind me.

I sighed deeply, attempting to quiet my racing heart as the blood pumped through my ears.

Why did he have to kiss me?

God, I wasn’t supposed to be in love with him.

I wasn’t supposed to be in love with that egotistical maniac.

I backed myself up to the counter with the sinks built into the marble.

“Ugh, fuck this.”

I twisted the faucet handle, splashing cool water on my face and inhaling deeply.

“You good baby?”

My heart leapt from my chest. I jumped, turning my head to the side to see Iceman standing confidently in the dim bathroom light. His muscular arms were crossed over his well defined chest.

“What are you doing here Tom?”

Iceman chuckled, as if the answer was completely obvious.

“Giving you what you fucking want baby.”

He said blankly, his eyebrows slowly climbing up his brow.

“What?”

“Don’t play fucking dumb.”

My brain was disconnected from my mouth, I dropped my jaw and stared blankly into Iceman’s gorgeous green eyes. I couldn't say anything. I was unable to speak.

But words were unnecessary.

It was painfully obvious that Iceman knew exactly what sinful thoughts were brewing inside my brain.

He knew from the moment our lips broke away and he stared deeply into my lust blown eyes.

Iceman sauntered towards me, his strides long and slow.

The pressure was heightening.

My calm heart had been restarted, and the racing of my pulse had begun once more.

Tom assumed his position directly in front of me, his proud chest only inches away from mine.

“I bet you’re thinking about fucking me right now, aren’t yah baby?”

I gulped.

“I-“

“You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

Iceman's voice was husky and seductive. I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and suck him off until he came atop my tongue.

He took a small step forward until I was forced to cock my head upwards to stare him in the eyes.

“I already know the answer.”

Iceman licked his lips suggestively, his gaze drinking in every inch of my bright red face.

“You thought about my cock pumping inside of you the moment my lips touched yours, didn’t you?”

I sighed, my breathing uneven.

It was true.

I wanted his cock buried inside of me the moment I gave in to his enticing lips.

“I won’t let your imagination do all the work.”

His eyes found mine, and an intense, passionate stare was ignited between us.

“Tom…”

My eyes broke away from him and found the door.

“What if someone walks in?”

Iceman gripped my chin, his hand jerking my gaze back to meet his green eyes.

My eyes widened in surprise, and my heart slowed as I awaited his next action. The anticipation in the room rose tenfold.

“Then they’ll know just how good I make you feel.”

I was unsure. Iceman smirked in response to my unease.

“Oh, come on baby. I know you think it’s hot.”

Iceman pushed me back until my rear end struck the countertop. I threw my hand backwards to white-knuckle grip the marble's edge, inhaling deeply through my nose as I drank in the taste of stale alcohol on Iceman's incredibly skilled tongue. Iceman wedged himself in between my legs, his knee dangerously close to my core as his calloused hands found a comfortable position wrapped around my clothed waist.

“You’re an awfully good kisser for someone who spends almost their entire life trapped inside a plane.”

Iceman chuckled against my plush lips, bringing his knee upwards, hiking my skirt up to my hips as he ground his clothed knee against my clothed heat.

“Oh baby…”

He mumbled, his voice’s resonation now coming from the back of his throat.

I groaned uncontrollably, squeezing my eyes shut and digging my nails into Iceman's bicep as I spread my legs wider for him, resting my sweaty brow against his. Iceman’s hot breath fanned across my face, my groans stroking his comically large ego.

“How do you think I spend my free time?”

Despite my closed eyes, I could hear the thick smirk laced in his already arrogant tone.

Tom's hands dragged down to the sides of my pelvis, gripping the plush flesh of my hips and dragging me along his thigh. His muscular leg rippled as he pushed and pulled me atop the scratchy fabric of his jeans.

I dropped my jaw and threw my head back, exposing my neck to him as he dragged me along his thigh. Iceman pressed his lips to my neck's sensitive skin, sucking and biting a bright purple bruise into my skin. I gasped, taking command and grinding my pelvis aggressively into his thigh, becoming increasingly desperate for more as the wetness began to deep through the thin fabric of my panties.

“God I can’t wait to see your face when I bury my face in between those pretty little thighs of yours.”

He mumbled against my bruised neck. Iceman dragged his tongue along my jugular, stopping when the tip of his tongue teasingly grazed the thin skin beneath my earlobe. His wet mouth and deep sultry tone sent shivers down my spine, causing giant goosebumps to appear on every inch of my skin.

“You’re already so fucking worked up and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

As my intense arousal became noticeable, I gulped, a flush forming on my cheeks.

“Why don’t you get on with it then?”

“Oh come on baby, you know you like it when I make you beg for it.”

I asked, my voice trembling as my hips came to a halt. I nearly groaned from the lack of pleasure being applied to my soaking wet heat. But I needed to take control, even if only for a few seconds. I needed to tease Tom and show him that I could be the boss. If he liked the brief glimpse of my dominant side, he might want to relive the night's events, but with a different person holding the cards.

And the idea of being on top of Iceman, barking orders with his cock deep within me, sent a wave of heat down to my core.

I opened my eyes, creating passionate eye contact with Iceman, who had a smirk plastered on his wet lips.

“How do you know what I like?”

As I smacked him in the face with my low blow, Iceman gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow in annoyance. I scoffed, dragging my hand from his bicep to his well-defined pectoral muscles, fidgeting with the collar of his white t-shirt. I felt the intense pressure of his gaze bore into my skull as my eyes followed the path of my fingers.

“How ‘bout you hurry up before I get bored and go fuck Maverick.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

Iceman stated firmly. I was really getting under his skin. I snapped my eyes up to his crushing gaze, trying not to falter in the face of his stare as I fought the desire to grind against his clothed thigh.

“You don’t know me.”

I smirked, chuckling slyly.

“Either you hurry up, eat me out, and make me cum so hard I’m seeing stars. Then bend me over this counter and fuck me until I can’t walk.”

Iceman raised his brows, a sly smile breaking through his stern facade. Tom lowered his knee and stood confidently in front of me, his expression urging me to keep going.

“Orrrrrrrrrr, you keep up the teasing shenanigans, I leave-“

I leaned in until our noses brushed against each other. My lips instinctively pulled towards his mouth, wanting more of his taste.

“And I fucking cuck you.”

I dropped my voice to a whisper.

Iceman chuckled and took a deep breath, our chests briefly touching, his firm yet slow heartbeat reverberating along my insides. If Iceman noticed my racing heart, my phony confidence would crumble. I hoped he wouldn't give my unhinged pulse a second thought.

“You’re mean, aren’t ya?”

He cupped my face with a calloused hand, dragging his thumb pad slowly and sensually along my cheekbone.

“I bet you I can fuck that attitude right outta ya.”

“Do it then.”

Iceman cocked an eyebrow.

“Alright then.”

Iceman redirected his grasp to my waist, effortlessly lifting me up onto the countertop. As the backs of my thighs pressed against the cold marble, I let out a quiet gasp. My hot, soaking wet core providing a stark contrast to the cool, dry counter.

Iceman’s talk figure shrunk down until his face was level with my clothed pussy. I spread my legs further, encouraging him to eat me out as our eyes connected in a moment of heated passion.

Tom spread his fingers along the tops of my thighs, bringing his touch to the waistband of my panties. He grasped onto the sides of my underwear, tugging them downwards. I shifted my hips to quicken the process. Without breaking eye contact, Iceman bunched my panties into a ball and stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans.

Iceman threw my knees onto his broad shoulders and tugged me forward until his face was mere inches from where I desired him most. I leaned back and placed my hands on the cool countertop, bracing myself for what was to come.

My pussy began to ache, Iceman’s hot mouth teasingly moving against the insides of my thighs.

“I betcha Maverick wouldn’t make me wait this long.”

Iceman rolled his bright eyes, refocusing his gaze to my throbbing cunt, burying his face in between my thighs.

He licked a single stripe from the base of my pussy to my clit, drinking in my taste as he groaned, the vibrations sending a pleasurable jolt through my body.

“Don’t kid me baby, you wouldn’t be this fucking wet if you didn’t enjoy the foreplay.”

Iceman flashed me a smirk before wrapping his warm mouth around my swollen clit, the presence of his face between my thighs pushing my skirt up to my hips.

“Oh.”

I gasped, my mouth forming an o shape as I tangled a hand in Iceman’s straight blonde locks. He started off slow, gently sucking my swollen bud as he maintained heavy eye contact with me. Tom’s eyes bore into mine as he drew out every slow movement of his tongue against my soaking wet heat.

His mouth was doing little to quell the aching within my lower abdomen. I restrained myself from grinding into his face, my body desperate for friction. Instead, I showcased my tension by gripping his hair more intensely with every wimpy flick of my clit.

I flung my head back in shock, my body tensing up, my death grip on Iceman’s hair tighter as he gave a harsh suck to my clit.

“Is that what you want, baby?”

He asked, his tone low and sultry against my heat.

“Yeah… that’s what I want. That’s exactly what I want.”

Iceman began eating me out like a starved man. The suction of his mouth grew so strong he was forced to hollow his cheeks in order to provide me greater pleasure. His tongue flicked my bud with an increasingly intense pace, my knees instinctively crushing his head between my thighs.

“Fuck Tom.”

I mumbled almost incoherently as I felt Iceman’s growing smirk against my pussy. I stared at the blank ceiling above me, my eyes half lidded as I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching in the pit of my stomach. The coil was tightening.

“Ice…”

My eyelids fluttered shut.

“You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Well that is the goal sweetheart.”

Cocky bastard.

I utilized my grip on his hair to hold his mouth against my core, my hips gently rocking against his face in a desperate attempt for more pleasure.

I threw my head forward, drinking in the sight of Iceman’s gorgeous face buried between my legs, drinking in my juices, his large hands gripping the plush flesh on my thighs.

“Ice…”

I mumbled, my voice cut off as I moaned loudly, my brow knitting together due to my rapidly approaching orgasm.

The coil was pulled tight, my orgasm easily achievable thanks solely to Iceman’s skilled mouth. I grit my teeth, my thighs shaking in anticipation right before my intense release hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Fuck!”

I exclaimed as I came all over Iceman’s face, my head thrown back in pleasure as my lower abdomen released all of the collected tension.

Ice gave a few lazy flicks of my clit before rising to his full height. I slowly brought my gaze forward, my eyes connecting with his in a moment of passion. Tom’s pupils were blown with lust, his plump lips wet with my juices.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good baby.”

Iceman ran his tongue along his mouth, collecting the cum that collected on his lips, his demeanor egotistical.

Although, in his defense, not many men could make me cum only using their mouth. I consider this a victory for him.

I grasped the hem of his shirt, pulling him forward in hopes of slightly intimidating him.

“Why don’t you hurry up and fuck me Iceman.”

Iceman smirked devilishly, his eyes narrowing.

“Oooooo. I like it when you're mean.”

Ice took a step backwards, his strong arms tugging me forward until my feet collided with the hard floor. My legs shook, the post orgasmic haze still in full swing.

Tom spun me around utilizing his firm grip on my waist, thrusting his hips forward to pin my pelvis against the marble countertop. I leaned on my elbows, staring at the bare wall in between the mirrors as I heard Ice unbuckling the thick buckle on his leather belt.

I gulped, my stomach flipping with anticipation, my blood running cold. I yearned to be filled with his thick cock, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing as I waited, anxiety coursing through my ice cold veins.

There was rustling.

He was unbuttoning his jeans.

I wanted to look back.

I wanted to see how perfect his cock was.

But why spoil the surprise?

A chill ran up my spine as Iceman thrusted my skirt upwards until the fabric pooled around my waist.

“I’m gonna fuck that sexy little attitude right outta yah.”

I inhaled shakily.

“Just… fucking do it already Iceman. I can’t wait any fucking longer.”

Iceman chuckled from behind my now fully exposed ass. A hand travelled up my backside until it reached my hair. He pushed my face downwards until my cheek was firmly pressed onto the cool countertop, my hands splaying out to my sides.

“Just sit back and take it like a good little girl.”

I swallowed thickly, a large lump forming inside my throat.

The tip of Iceman’s cock was dragged through my folds, stopping at my swollen clit. He rubbed it against my bud, eliciting a low groan from the back of my throat.

“Fuck…”

Iceman harshly tugged on the roots of my hair.

“You’ve done enough talking. Moans are the only thing I wanna hear coming from your pretty lips.”

Tom snapped his hips forward, our pelvises colliding as he bottomed out inside of my soaking wet cunt.

My jaw dropped as he stretched my walls to the brim. Iceman gasped, his hips stuttering as he relished in the feeling of my pussy wrapped around his thick cock.

“Who knew a girl with such a big fucking attitude could have such a good pussy?”

My attitude?

My attitude was big?

Right.

Fuck you, Iceman.

Or, rather, hurry up and fuck me, Iceman.

I kept my lips glued shut as Iceman began his brutal assault on my pussy. The resonant slapping sounds of sex reverberated off the thick bathroom walls, bouncing back to my ears.

My eyes fluttered shut against the cool marble as Iceman filled my cunt to the brim with every merciless thrust.

His breathing grew ragged, breathy and forced as the coil inside my stomach began to build. This time, much more intensely than before. The orgasm he was about to give me would be life altering, truly mind boggling.

The tip of his throbbing cock brushed against my g spot. I squeezed my eyes shut, my thighs clenching together instinctively as I grew closer to my much awaited release.

I gasped with every thrust, my body lurching forward against the smooth marble as Tom snapped his hips at an increasingly intense pace.

“Want me to fill you up baby? Want me to cum inside your pretty little pussy?”

I opened my mouth to speak.

“No. No talking.”

I nodded vigorously, spots clouding the blackness of my eyelids as the feeling of nirvana began to bleed into my brain. The feelings I had experienced from the karaoke kiss were coming back. Only now, they were much stronger. The pleasure, the satisfaction, the yearning. It was all coming back tenfold.

Tom’s cock twitched before he spilled his hot cum into my cunt. He groaned as he continued to thrust into me, determined to help me find my release. Iceman’s calloused fingertips traveled between my legs, brushing against my clit.

I moaned pornographically as I came all over his throbbing cock, coating his dick in my juices.

Iceman gently rubbed my clit, giving a few meek thrusts to assist me in riding out my release.

He released his intense grip on my hair, pulling out of me. I immediately felt empty in the absence of his cock. I groaned and twisted my head back to see Tom's back. He was buttoning his pants and slipping his thick leather belt through the pant loops.

“Well.”

He said, turning around to face me, his hands slyly placed atop his hips.

“I’ve had the time of my life.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You’ve done enough talking.”

A genuine smile broke Iceman’s handsome face.

“Touché honey, touché.”

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The Future Awaits

Plot: You and Iceman meet at a bar and hit it off. Once you suddenly leave, Iceman is afraid he will never see you again, but, you know something he doesn't.

Requested Prompts: "Why are you staring at me?"< (changed to fit the dialogue better) "Because I think you're beautiful." + "You owe me a kiss." and "I think I'm falling in love with you." "I think I'm okay with that." Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x GN!Reader (leans a bit towards a feminine character; but no pronouns are used) *Readers call sign is Apollo

Warnings: A part of this takes place in a bar, and 'drinks' are mentioned, but its not specifically alcohol, so you can picture it as you want.

Words: 3.6k

"I really don't think this is what I want to be doing before my first day." You said with a sigh as you looked at the loud and clearly crowded bar in front of you.

Your friend shook you lightly by the shoulder "It's exactly what you should be doing. Half of the pilots you'll be flying with will be here."

Letting out another soft groan as they began dragged you inside, you said forceully "But we leave by eight, no later!"

"Yeah yeah I know."

You almost flinched at the mixed smell of alcohol, smoke and sweat that hit you as you entered the bar. You grimaced a bit as you saw the large bustling crowd. A mix of military personnel and locals, some mixed together, some grouped up.

You wondered if you were the only pilot not wearing their uniform. You felt a bit out of place as you slid through the crowd and sat at the bar beside your friend.

Looking around, your eyes stopped momentarily on a taller man with blonde hair. A pilot, big smile, attractive. You wondered if he was one of the pilots you'd be working with.

Looking back at the bartender as they came over, you missed the man you had just been admiring look over at you.

Iceman's eyes seemed to double take as he looked over a the bar. As he scanned you up and down, interest took hold. He had never seen you before, or the friend you were with. You smiled at the bartender and he felt an odd flutter in his chest.

Feeling a smack on his shoulder, he looked over to see Slider staring at him amused "What's got you so distracted all of a sudden?"

Iceman smirked a little as he gestured towards you "Talking to the bartender."

Slider whistled lowly "Cute. And just you're type. You gonna go talk to 'em?"

Ice shrugged his head a bit "I'm thinking about it."

That was a lie, there was no thinking about it, and no way he would let you leave this bar without at least learning your name.

--- ---

"Oh, there's Jeremy! I'm gonna go say hi, don't go anywhere!"

As your friend bounded off without waiting for a reply, you just let out a soft laugh. You knew it wouldn't take long before you were left on your own.

Seeing a figure slide into the seat your friend had just been in, you could feel the strangers eyes boring into you. You internally cursed, hoping it wasn't some drunk local hoping to get lucky.

When they didn't look away, you finally glanced over. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as your eyes locked with a pair of icy blue ones. The man you had seen earlier was now right beside you, looking down at you with a charming smile.

"Hi." He said casually.

"Hello." You smiled as you sipped at the straw in your drink.

He continued to smile as he stared at you. You almost laughed "Is there a reason you're staring at me?"

His smile widened "Yeah, because I think you're beautiful."

You felt your chest clench as you tried to repress a grin. You nodded your head, amused and surprised.

"Your friend coming back, or can I sit down?" He added on, sparing you of a response to his blunt compliment.

So he was waiting for your friend to leave? How long had he been watching you? The thought made your skin burn hot.

"I doubt I'll see them again for a while." You said with a soft laugh before you motioned your head, welcoming him to sit.

You might as well get to know at least one pilot before tomorrow.

He smiled brightly as he sat down, obviously not bothered by his proximity to you as he stayed facing you, his knee brushing your thigh.

"I'm Tom, but my call sign is Iceman." Before you could respond he added on "Uh, a call sign is basically a nickname we have as pilots."

You smiled at him as you bit down on your straw, noting the way his eyes lingered on your lips as you did this.

So he assumed you were a local. You had heard of Iceman, he was a hot shot, number one at Top Gun in the class a couple years before you. And apparently he was cocky, and a tad bit full of himself, maybe this could be fun.

"Why do they call you that?" You asked softly.

He shrugged his head a bit as he leaned on the bar, "Because I'm cool in stressful situations. Ice cold. I make no mistakes."

You hummed a bit with a small smile, watching as his eyes scanned your face again.

"What's your name?" He asked softly.

"Y/n."

Reaching out his hand he grinned "Nice to meet you Y/n."

Taking it, you shook his hand, not unaware of the fluttering in your stomach, or the heat at the tips of your ears. He was certainly charming.

You looked around a bit, feigning ignorance "So the air base must be close to here huh? A lot of pilots in here."

He nodded as he casually looked around "Yeah, this is the main bar we come to for a night out. So I'm assuming you're not from here then?" You shook your head "Well that explains why I haven't seen you before."

"Just got into town today." You added casually before you turned your head towards him a bit more "So, Iceman" you began, noting the way his lip quirked as you used his call sign "What's it like being a pilot?"

You listened to him talk for a few minutes, deciding that though he was definitley a bit full of himself, he was also charismatic, loved his job, and loved flying.

"You get along with the other pilots, or are there rivalries?" You might as well get some info before you walk into your new station blindly.

He let out a short laugh "No, we all get along. Occasionally a newbie gets transferred in, thinks they're the shit, but we humble them quickly."

You smirked at this "Got any newbies recently?"

"No, but we got a new pilot transferring in tomorrow."

"Oh? What's their call sign?" You held your breath, waiting for it.

"Apollo."

You rose your brow "Well that's an interesting name."

"Yeah, I guess Apollo is the god of prophecy or something." He said with an almost disinterested tone.

"So they can see the future?" You joked.

He let out a chuckle "That would be something. No, apparently they got a reputation for being able to see things coming before they happen. Meaning great instincts, but we'll see."

You wanted to laugh, but you held it in. "You don't believe it?"

He shrugged his head "I hear a lot of reputations about pilots, half of them are exaggerated."

You turned fully towards him now, your leg pushing his aside but still resting against each other. This clearly caught him off guard as he straightened up a bit.

You set your elbow on the bar and put your head in your hand "And what's your reputation?"

He licked his lips as he smiled "I've got a few."

Before your conversation could move forward, you saw a large man suddenly appear at Iceman's side as he slung his arm around his shoulder. Iceman was clearly annoyed at this sudden intrusion, but you looked patiently at the new man.

"Iceman, ask your new friend here if they play darts, we need two more players."

Ice looked like he was about to shoo him off, but you spoke first.

"I do."

Iceman looked over at you a bit shocked, as Slider grinned "Great."

"You play darts?" Iceman asked amused

You shrugged "I'm decent."

You watched his mind working as a small smirk played at his lips. "You down a player each team?" Iceman asked Slider.

"Yes'sir."

"Alright, how about a deal then." He said to you now.

"What kind of deal?"

"You win, I pay your tab. I win, I get a kiss."

You saw his friend repress a smile, and you smirked. "Alright, deal."

Iceman's grin grew wider as you agreed. Standing, he reached out his hand for you to shake. Taking it, you were a bit surprised as he continued to hold your hand as he led you to the dart board, where you were greeted by the other pilots with a chorus of cheers.

--- --- ---

You let out a long breath as you aimed your dart at the board. You needed three points, no more or you'd bust, giving Iceman the chance to win. As you threw your dart, you let out a disappointed groan as you barely missed your mark.

You saw Iceman smile widely as he stepped up to the board. After a moment, he threw his dart, hitting the double four, earning the perfect score he needed.

You and your teammates groaned as his team cheered. You watched as Iceman turned towards you and took a step closer, clearly proud of himself. "Looks like you owe me a kiss."

You heard snickers and teasing 'oohs' coming from the other pilots, but you ignored them. Taking a step closer you stared up at Iceman, watching as he held his breath, his eyes darting between yours and yours lips. Leaning up slowly, you smiling softly before quickly kissing his cheek.

The others around you let out laughs and groans, some clutching their chest, mocking the obvious disappointment on Iceman's face.

You grinned at him and shrugged "You never said what kind of kiss."

The man you learned was Slider came up and gripped Iceman's shoulders "Ouch. But you should have expected that."

A smile spread across Iceman's face as he looked down at you "Cute."

You smiled sweetly at him, feigning innocence, as his grin widened. Suddenly you felt an arm slip around your waist. Looking over, you saw your friend looking at you with a smile. "Sorry to interrupt, but -" they leaned in and whispered in your ear.

Your eyes found the nearest clock you saw it was nearly nine. You looked at your friend and they shrugged, their version of an apology for not getting you sooner "I didn't want to interrupt your game."

You looked at Iceman, who stared at the two of you in confusion. Part of you wanted to stay, but you knew you needed a good nights sleep. And, you wanted the finish what you started with Iceman before he learned the punchline too soon.

You reached out, straightening one of his uniform patches "Sorry Tom, looks like I gotta go, busy day tomorrow."

"Already?" He laughed, but you could see the disappointment in his face. Maybe he did really like you. You shrugged apologetically and he straightened up a bit "Will I see you again?"

You smiled "I can't see the future, but I have a feeling you will."

He frowned slightly, obviously missing your hint of who you were.

Stepping back you smiled, "See ya Tom."

You could feel his eyes on you as you and your friend left the bar. You thought for a moment as you glanced back and saw him watching you, that he would follow you. But as Slider grabbed his arm, you knew he wouldn't.

He wanted to follow you, get your number, your address, anything, but as Slider grabbed him, he looked away for a moment, only to look back and see you were gone.

"Dammit" He muttered as he quickly went after you, sliding between the groups of people that filled the bar. As he stepped outside, he saw your car driving away and cursed under his breath.

You'd come back to find him right? There was no way it was just him feeling what was between you. That electricity that sent chills up his spine. Something he had never felt before. He had to see you again.

"So, who was that? He was cute." Your friend asked as you drove off.

"Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, a pilot at the base."

They frowned a bit "Did you not tell him who you were? He seemed like he was expecting to never see you again."

You smiled "I may have kept it a secret."

They let out a laugh "Oh, that's good. Cruel, but good."

You smiled to yourself throughout the night as you tried to imagine how he would respond when he learned who you really were. Would he find it as funny as you did? Or would he be annoyed?

You were also a bit afraid. You grew to like him throughout the night, and he seemed to like you too. But when you started to work together, would he pull away?

--- --- --- ---

Throughout the rest of the night, and next morning, you would not leave Tom's mind. He couldn't believe he didn't get your number, or even just your last name. He already planned to go back to the bar tonight, to see if you'd come back. He felt a tightness in his chest that he knew wouldn't go away until he saw you again.

As Slider nudged his arm, he looked up as the General entered, ready to debrief the group on an upcoming mission.

"Before we start, I'd like to introduce the newest member of the team, you probably know them as their call sign Apollo. Graduated top of their class in the Top Gun program, I expect you all to welcome them and make them feel at home."

Tom stared down at the pen he was twirling in his fingers, as the general spoke, not particularly interested in the newest addition to the team. But when there seemed to be a wave of motion through the pilots, and a chorus of whispering, followed by Slider hitting him in the arm, he looked up in confusion.

Following Sliders line of sight, he saw the newest pilot coming in. He felt his heart skip a beat as his breath got caught in his throat.

"Lieutenant Y/n L/n, Apollo, welcome."

You nodded at the General as you turned and looked at the group of pilots. You recognized most of them from the bar, and from their shocked faces, they recognized you. As your eyes ran through the crowd, they paused on a familiar face.

Tom stared up at you with a clear look of shock and confusion.

It felt like time stopped as he met yours eyes. And as a small smirk played at your lips he felt his heart palpitate. Sitting down in the front row, his eyes bored into the back of your head throughout the rest of the debriefing. He couldn't focus on anything else.

As he sat there, your conversations ran through his head again. The whole time, you knew what you were doing. When you met, he immediately assumed you weren't a pilot and you played along. When he remembered talking about Apollo he felt himself cringe.

Then he remembered what you said when he asked if he'd see you again "I can't see the future, but I have a feeling you will." You played him.

But he wasn't mad, he even felt a smile appear on his face as he stared at the back of your head. You did exactly what he would have done. He almost laughed, God, you were perfect.

When the debrief ended, you weren't surprised to turn around to see Tom walking straight up to you. He had small smile playing on his lips and you felt a wave of relief to see he wasn't angry.

He stopped right in front of you as his face went blank. "Y/n. Or, should I call you Apollo?"

You smiled "Either works."

Slowly, a smile spread across his face as he shook his head "You played me."

"I didn't play you, I just let you assume I was what you thought I was."

"Which was?"

"Well not a pilot obviously."

He let out a short laugh "Yeah, fair enough " He stared at you for a moment, his eyes darting around your face, and you felt those now familiar butterflies.

"So, Apollo. We gonna have a rivalry, or are we gonna be friends?" His voice slowed as he said 'friends' making you assume he was insinuating more.

You smiled slowly "I don't know Tom. You tell me."

--- --- --- ---

As you set down your now empty glass, you stood up, slapping Slider on the shoulder "I'm out." You said casually.

There was a chorus of 'boos' and complaints from your friends as you began to leave, but you just raised your hand in farewell. You had a long day, and sitting in the noisy, crowded bar was not how you wanted to spend the rest of it.

You had been at the base for over a month now, and it even started to feel like home. You got along with everyone, especially Tom. Nothing had formed between you since that first night you met, but you knew those feelings were lingering just under the surface.

Neither of you shied away from flirty comments, innuendos, or even physical touch. You were used to him slinging his arm around your shoulder, or even resting your head against him. You were friends, but something more was there, and it was obvious to both of you, and probably everyone else, but neither of you had truly acted on it.

Your eyes looked around, and landed on Tom. You thought of calling out to him, but you saw his intense gaze as he lined up a shot and decided no to bother. You would see him tomorrow, and just like every other day, you'd hope something would change.

Iceman grinned as he took his final winning shot in his game of pool. Looking over to where you had been, he felt a small tug at his heart when he saw you were gone. Looking around, he found you just in time to see you heading towards the doors. He felt a tight clench in his chest as he felt an urge to follow you.

He had been debating telling you how he felt ever since he met you, but since you started to work together, he knew it could be risky. But every day it felt worse holding it in. Every day he saw your smile, heard your laugh, he fell harder and harder. And every day he missed the chance to hold your hand, to kiss you, to hold you against him was a day of torture.

As the thought of you walking out of the bar the first night you met entered his mind, he remembered that regret he felt for having not chased after you faster. Before this thought was over, he was handing his pool cue to his friend and following after you.

Stepping out into the cool darkness, he saw you heading out of the parking lot. "Y/n!" He yelled, causing you to halt and turn around.

You watched as Tom came jogging up to you, and you felt your stomach knot.

As he stopped in front of you he smiled down at you "Let me walk you back, I hate the idea of you going alone."

You smiled, feeling warmth in your chest "I wont stop you."

Turning, you both began walking. As he walked in stride beside you, his arm brushed against yours, hands briefly touching. There was a minute of silence as you began walking down the road as both of you felt the rising tension.

Tom took a breath as he stopped walking, at the same time, he gently grabbed your arm. You stopped and turned back, seeing the intense look on his face.

"What is it?" You asked, voice almost wavering.

"I-I have something I need to tell you. Something that has been eating me up."

Frowning, you turned fully towards him, "What is it Tom?"

You shivered as he gently ran his fingers down your arm, until he hooked his hand around your own. He stared down at your hand, gently stroking it with his thumb.

Swallowing, he looked back up, meeting your eyes. He could see the concern in your gaze, and all he wanted to do was take your face in his hands and kiss you.

"I don't think it's a secret to either of us that there is something here. And that there has been since we met. But over the last month, I didn't act on it, when I should have. And every day I haven't has been torture to me. And honestly Y/n-" He let out a shaky breath as he took a small step closer, staring deep into your eyes. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

You felt your heart jump in your chest as your ears and face grew hot. How could someone so perfectly say what you had been wanting to?

A slow smile spread across your face "I think I'm okay with that."

Tom's nervous expression gave away to a bright smile, that was all you needed to say. He knew how you felt, and you knew how he felt. There was no secret about it, just one of you needed to break that silence.

Lifting his hands, he gently held your face as you stepped closer, your bodies gently touching.

His eyes darted to your lips before his smile turned into a smirk "Then how about I actually get that kiss you owe me?"

A soft giggle escaped, as you smiled coyly at him before your own eyes traced his lips. Slowly you both leaned in, locking eyes just as your lips touched. Your eyes then fluttered closed as Tom pulled your face closer as he deepened the kiss.

The deep didn't last long but it was electric, sending shivers through your body. Pulling away, you locked eyes and grinned, as he pressed his forehead against yours.

"Tell me Apollo, can you really see the future? Did you know I'd fall head over heels for you?"

You grinned happily up at him "I can't see the future, but I had a feeling you would."

xx End xx

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looney-just-like-her-tunes · 2 years

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Ice: Care to remind me of the reason I put up with you?

Maverick: *lowers his jeans over the dump truck ass that's got half of the navy salivating*

Ice, enamoured: Oh, yeah.

#don't worry ice also likes mav's personality much to his surprise #think of that one quick shot in american made #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun: maverick #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #pete mitchell #tom kazansky

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ohthatstragic · 2 years

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Ghostin' - p.m

a/n: ok so i was having a shitty, moody day and wanted to try out 1986 maverick cos i reeeeeally wanted to write goose, he seems so fun to write with and i just love him. i might split this into two parts if people like it, just let me know :)

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

p.s i sort of obviously sped through the break up part cos ew and i just wanted to get to the good bit...

pairings: maverick x reader, platonic!goose x reader, brief iceman x reader

wc: 3,900 to 4,000

warnings: break up, argument, mention of cheating, alcohol, flirting with the iceman

summary: it's 1986, and you have a boyfriend of four months who you love, but you're really in love with the infamous maverick. this causes you to cry yourself to sleep for the past month, the guilt eating you alive. maybe you bump into a certain pair of pilots?...

read part 2 here!

if you couldn't tell this was heavily inspired by:

ghostin by ariana grande

The soft sniffles and cries that escaped your lips woke your partner up, his groans a sign of him stirring awake. You fisted the blankets that covered the two of you, desperately trying to wipe away any signs that you had been crying yet again during the night.

"Y/N/N?" He groggily asked, throwing a hand on his barely-awake face to rub the sleep out of his eyes. You sighed quietly, a feeling of embarrassment and guilt quickly enveloping your curled up body.

"Hm?" You hummed, hoping he'd assume you were half-asleep and just leave you be.

"Are you okay?" Dominic asked. He shuffled about in his current position but he didn't dare turn over to look at you, fearing that he would see what he had seen for the past month. You, crying your eyes out over a guy who didn't seem reciprocate your feelings. You never asked Pete whether he did feel the same way - but you doubted it, considering his playboy-like personality.

It pained Dominic to know his girlfriend, who he loved deeply, was crying over another guy she had been - or was - in love with. However, it wasn't just any guy - it was her first love. And Dominic couldn't stand the thought of that. Despite his intense hate running deep for Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, his fervent love for his girlfriend overrode it and it gave him the motivation to power through this shit-show.

"Yes, why?" You quietly asked, trying to silence your whimpers as the pair of you lay back to back.

Dominic was silent for a moment, thinking. "I thought I heard you crying." He mumbled. You felt more tears prickle your eyes. The guilt was too much.

"No, I'm okay," You replied. "Go to sleep, Dom, I love you." It pained you to say those last three words. You felt hopeless. Embarrassed. Ashamed and sorry. You did love Dominic, but not as much as you loved Pete. It was gut-wrenching.

"Love you too." He muttered with a soft sigh, nuzzling his head into his pillow. Your glossy, tear-stained eyes gazed around the darkened room, landing on the window. Streams of the moonlight poured in through the lace curtains, casting a pretty doily-like shadows over the bottom half of the bed. You looked back up to your bedside table and landed on the digital alarm clock, showing twelve o'clock in big red blocks.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to rid any thought of the aviator in my head, desperately wanting to sleep.

****

It was a week or so later and you and your boyfriend were sat at the dining table on an early Saturday morning, attempting to eat breakfast as the pair of you ignored the significantly tense atmosphere surrounding you. "You okay?" You asked, your Y/E/C eyes flicking down to Dominic's limp hand which was idly swirling his cereal around in a bowl. His eyes remained on the table, and you could tell he was deep in thought about something.

"Yeah," He mumbled, looking up at you. Dominic flashed you a quick smile before rushing to stand up from the table the two of you were both sharing, shoving his cereal on the side. Your brows swiftly knitted together at the unusual action and you stared at him. He stared back, his hands coming to land on the counter behind him and he leant against it with his backside. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. "I have to tell you something, Y/N." He said, sheepishly looking up at you.

Your heart dropped at his serious, low tone. "What.. what is it?" You asked quietly, eyes still trained on him.

"I-I've been.. err.. seeing someone else." He muttered and your heart shattered. You swallowed, blinking rapidly, trying to comprehend what your boyfriend of four months had just said. "It's Sarah." He said again, not meeting your eyes. You couldn't speak, you just stared at your plate of half-eaten toast in front of you, your hands sitting as still as a rock. Tears began to well up in your eyes again.

You inhaled a sharp breath before you spoke, trying to swallow the sobs that threatened to escape. "My.. my best friend.. Sarah? That Sarah?" You asked, voice breaking at the end. Dominic's head shot up and he had an embarrassed look upon his face.

"Look, we haven't had sex in a long time, and I- you know how I am, I need a release, my work is too-" Dominic tried to reason with you, stumbling over his words like a new-born deer. You couldn't believe what was coming out his traitorous mouth. As his eyes found you, struggling to hold back tears, his face hardened and his brows furrowed, his mouth frowning. "Why does it even fuckin' matter, Y/N?! You're still in love with that fuckin' hotshot, Pete! All those nights you cried over him!" He yelled this time, and your heart hurt at the mention of his name. Dom spat out his name like it was some piece of shit.

"You know what, I'm sorry, Dom. I was wrong to rush into a relationship with you. I thought I was over him." You mumbled, tears flowing freely down your face now. 'This was my fault, I shouldn't have just used Dom as a distraction to my true feelings.' You thought to yourself, staring motionless at the ground. You loved your boyfriend, but it wasn't the same, pure love as you still had for Pete. "I'll do you a favour." You stated quietly, rushing to stand up from your seat, throwing the plate of toast beside the sink. "I should have just dealt with the pain, I shouldn't have made you feel like this." Dominic sighed at your swift movement, his head dropping as he felt the guilt of yelling at you start to engulf his body. He shook his head at me as he moved towards you.

"Y/N/N, I'm sorry," He begged, swiftly moving to catch your arm, his fingers tightening around it. "Don't go, please." Dom said, his dry eyes catching your tear-filled ones.

"Let go of me, Dominic." You muttered, trying to hold back your forthcoming sobs. He didn't budge, so you ripped your arm from him, walking to the front door as you grabbed my keys from the hook on the wall. "You won't hear from me or see me again." You said, throwing him an emotionless look. He looked hurt at the lack of feelings you had towards his dirty deed, thus making him scoff, the pained look on his face twisting into a face of anger. To you, this was your way out.

"You know what, this is your fault." Dominic chuckled dryly, his head lolling back as he folded his arms. "You were the one that pushed me to do this, you were the one crying over someone who didn't love you back, you were the one that made me do this!" He yelled, beginning to point his finger at you angrily, his face turning red with fury. You gasped at his words, lips quivering as you felt a wave of fear wash over you. You'd never seen Dom like this before and it frightened you a lot.

"What the hell else do you want from me?!" You screamed back, your hands clutching your chest. Tears fell down your cheeks again and you couldn't control your sobs. "I know I treated you horribly." You cried, in disbelief at the fact that he really said those things. "I'm sorry..." You quietly sobbed, turning away from him. "Goodbye, Dominic." You muttered, opening and slamming the front door behind you and running to your car.

****

"Y/N/N?" You heard a familiar voice sound from behind your sulking self and you quickly turned around to find the culprit. Through your teary eyes, you could make out a strawberry blonde set of hair and a moustache. Only one person you knew could rock that. Nick. Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw. Of course you bump into him after months. "I haven't seen you in-" Nick quickly stopped himself, noticing your tear stained cheeks. "What's wrong, angel?" He asked, the nickname making your lips perk up at the corners, showing a smile. You shook your head at him, averting your gaze to the ground.

"Nothing." You choked out, looking back up at him. A kind smile broke out on your face as you stared at him, the memories of him, Pete and you flooding back into your mind. Nick frowned at you, placing a comforting hand round your shoulders. He squeezed you, making you laugh through your cries.

"You know you can tell me anything, sweetie." He smiled down at you and you nodded, trying to breathe properly.

"Well, Dom cheated on me," You sighed, feeling Nick's grip tighten on your shoulders. His smile fell. "I was so heart-broken over Pete, I lost any interest in anything else. I guess I tried to drown myself in that relationship to get over him." You admitted, feeling the guilt coming back to swallow you up.

"Don't tell me you're blaming yourself for this?" Nick's voice lowered as he came to sit in front of you, placing a supportive hand on your knee. You couldn't meet his gaze. "Sweetie, this is not your fault. He could have left before doing such a scumbag thing." He said sternly, a finger coming to push your chin up so he could look into your wet eyes. "Dominic is a scumbag. And for the record, I never liked him. Neither did-" Before Nick could finish his sentence, another familiar voice perked up.

"Who didn't ya like, Goose?" A warm and familiar voice cut through the soft moment between Nick and you, making your heart stop. "Y/N/N?!" Pete gasped, his eyes lighting up as he saw you. His arms wrapped around you and picked me up from the chair. You swallowed back your sobs as he squeezed you. It felt like home in his arms, and you couldn't believe he was right here. "I haven't seen you in so long." He grinned, but it soon fell from his face once he saw your tear-stained cheeks. "Oh, angel, what's wrong?" His hands flew to your flushed cheeks, the pads of his thumbs wiping away your tears. Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname and you had to strangle another sob from escaping.

"It's Dominic." Nick simply said, making Pete glance at him. His eyes hardened as his RIO said the name he hated with his whole being. He could kill the guy, Pete never believed he deserved you. He believed that you deserved someone who called you beautiful every time you walked past them, each time you woke up and went to sleep. The guy was a complete manipulative asshole. "He cheated on Y/N." Nick said again, his eyes carefully watching his best friend. Maverick's whole body froze as he felt the rush of adrenaline spike through his body, anger bubbling beneath his skin.

"He what?" Pete spat, and you shut your eyes, knowing what was coming.

"Pete, it was my fault. It's nothing, don't worry about it." You mumbled as he looked at you, his eyes softening as he watched tears bubble against your waterline again.

"Sweetheart, I don't think it's nothing if it's making you upset," He sighed, feeling his heart break at the sight of you crying. "Do you want me and Goose to go teach 'im a lesson?" Pete asked, letting his hands fall to your sulking shoulders. You shook my head at his question and he frowned.

"No, he knows who you are and he could have you dishonourably discharged from the Navy," You protested, placing a hand upon Pete's one which was sat on your shoulder. Your body betrayed you and shivered at his touch. "Please, don't do anything. He'll get what's coming to him." You sighed, blinking away the remaining tears in your eyes. Maverick so desperately wanted to go and beat the shit out of Dominic for doing such a horrible thing to you, but his better half stopped him from doing so. It wasn't a good idea and you were right.

"Alright," Pete sighed, closing his mouth momentarily. "As long as you're happy, angel." He smiled at you, making your heart flutter. Nick glanced at the two of you and a smile of his own slipped on his lips, taking a sip of his drink. The RIO knew there was something between you two, but he didn't want to intervene unless he really had to. Carole would want him to.

"Thanks, Pete." You chuckled, laying your head on the side of his hand.

****

"I feel so out of place," You laughed, as Nick, Pete and yourself walked into the ballroom in linked arms. You stood in the middle, wearing a knee-length, strappy navy dress. The neckline was a cowl, and the skirt was flowy and crimped, with a matching navy string to define my waistline. You paired it with some strappy metallic gold heels and a simple black purse. "Maybe I should've gone to a party shop and hired a Navy officer dress." Nick laughed beside you, throwing you an amused glance. Pete only smirked, keeping his eyes trained on the room.

"And what would you say to the other Navy officers when they approached you, angel?" Pete asked as we reached the bar, sitting down on a free barstool.

"Um, I would just repeat your stories." You shrugged, smiling. Pete's eyes narrowed at you and he smiled, shaking his head as if you had just said something so incredulous. Your cheeks burned at his smile.

"Sweetheart, everyone knows our stories," He sighed, leaning against the bar with his arm. Your knees went weak at the pet name, and you thanked your lucky stars that you were sat down when he called you that. "You know why?" You wrinkled your nose and shook your head trying to shake off the feelings - and also in reply - staring at the pilot. He chuckled and his lips perked up into a smirk. Another heart flutter. "Because we're the only ones crazy enough to be able to retell them." Pete laughed and Nick joined him, his eyes crinkling. You couldn't hide the big grin that spread across your face.

"Even the one where you crash and burn after singing that god-forsaken song to a poor woman?" You teased, laughing. Nick joined you this time, his eyes falling to his co-pilot. Pete's eyes rolled as he stared at you and a joyful smile spread across his cheeks. You felt your heart begin to race as you stared back at him, a blush flowering across your cheeks. "I wonder if that'll happen tonight." You joked quietly, turning around to face the bar and Pete scoffed at your words.

"Hey," He said, poking his head around your shoulder to meet your gaze. Your eyes darted to his in shock. "For the record, that scene has a seventy percent success rate!" Pete stated, cocking his brow and folding his arms.

"Eh, more like fifty." Nick replied, trying to hide the shit-eating grin beneath his moustache. You snorted, and waved over the bartender. A lady dressed in a smart white shirt, black vest and a black bow tie wandered over and she smiled at me.

"Whatever, it's still a good move." Pete sighed and shrugged his shoulders, his eyes sliding across the room we were all stood in. His little tantrum made you giggle to yourself and your chest felt warm as your mind was flooded with thoughts about him.

"Can I get two beers and a whiskey and coke on the rocks with lime, please?" You asked politely, holding out your credit card. You flicked your eyes down to her name card, reading Nina.

"Any certain beer?" Nina asked, glancing between the backs of Nick and Pete's head. You leaned in and laughed quietly.

"Any run of the mill will do." You winked and giggled, in which Nina did too. "Thank you, Nina." A kind smile graced your lips as you turned back around to face Nick and Pete, although you were met with nobody. Your eyes glanced around the room, looking for a brunette and strawberry blonde duo, soon finding them stood with a blonde woman. It felt like your heart sunk a little at the sight. "Ugh, typical." You sulked and rolled your eyes, turning back around to face Nina who sent you an apologetic look.

"Here you go, and I'm sorry about your friends. Men never change." She smiled, and you laughed softly at her words, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, they sure bloody don't." You groaned, grabbing the two beer bottles and your glass of whiskey and coke. 'Time to sit by myself, I suppose.' You thought to yourself, holding in a loud sigh that threatened to escape your lips. "Thanks again, Nina. See you later hopefully." You threw on a fake grin and shrugged, wandering off to an empty table. The grin fell from your face as soon as you turned around. "Bloody men." You mumbled to yourself, the drinks thudding down on the table as you dropped them in a huff. You took a sip of your drink and ran a hand through your hair.

"Rough night?" A gruff voice said beside you, making you jump. You looked up to find another Navy officer dressed in his white service dress. He had blonde streaks in his hair, and a pair of black aviators rested on the bridge of his nose as he flashed you a stunning smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump." He said, offering you a kind smile.

"It's alright," You smiled back at him, almost sheepishly. You wonder if Pete and Nick knew him. "Pilot?" You asked, nodding at his smart attire. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. The man looked to be handsome, even with his aviators hiding part of his face.

"Yep," The man smiled again, making your heart skip a beat. "You?" His fingers came up to his face, removing his sunglasses and revealing a stunning pair of green eyes. You almost lost your cool and let your mouth hang open.

"Oh, no," You shut your eyes, quickly shutting your mouth and shook your head, smiling a lopsided smile. "I just got dragged here by some friends. They thought I needed a night out." You said, looking up at the pilot.

"I'm Tom by the way, callsign Iceman." He held out his hand for you to shake and you accepted it graciously with a bright grin. "Who are your friends by the way? Maybe I know them?" Tom cocked a brow at you, his eyes quickly glancing at your dress, making your cheeks burn. He noticed and smiled again.

"I'm Y/N, and my friends are Pete and Nick- well, you probably know them as Maverick and Goose." You laughed, and shot Tom a bashful smile, looking away from him as you took another sip of your drink.

"Oh yeah," He chuckled, his eyes softening at you. "I know those two nutcases." He joked, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he laughed gently, his chest bouncing. "So, how does a beautiful woman such as you become friends with a couple of guys like Goose and Maverick?" Tom asked, taking a sip of his beer, looking into your eyes with a curious smile.

You couldn't hold back the coy smile on your face. "Oh, thank you," You blushed. "But I was neighbours with Goose back when we were younger. Him and Maverick a little older than me." Tom's face had a look of realisation on it as he looked at you, his lips picking up into another shining smile.

"No, that definitely explains it." He chuckled, placing a gentle hand on your forearm. A weird feeling settled in your chest, and you tried to ignore it, despite it being rather pleasant. Tom removed his hand, not wanting to make you too uncomfortable. Before Tom could ask another question, an arm was slung around your shoulders. Turning to the side, you checked who's arm it was in question.

"Ice," Pete greeted his shipmate, although it didn't sound friendly. Almost hostile in a way. You frowned to yourself, watching Tom and Pete share a glare between each other. "You look well." Pete followed up on his greeting. Nick stood awkwardly to the left of him. Pete turned to you briefly. "You okay, angel?" He asked and you swiftly nodded in response. What was his problem with Tom?

"I'm fine." You replied with a short sigh, a little miffed that he interrupted your pleasant conversation with Tom. Pete's brows knitted together at your answer and you shrugged his arm from your shoulders gently. "How did it go with that blonde woman?" You asked, feigning interest, deep down wishing the woman was you.

"Crashed and burned, didn't you buddy?" Nick finally piped up, shooting his best friend a cheeky smile. Pete only returned a weak smile, his chest bubbling with irritation at the fact that his rival, Iceman, was talking to you.

"Nothing new then, hey Maverick?" Tom joked, patting his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. He chuckled and looked at you, a smile slipping onto his lips. "It was an honour to meet you, Y/N. See you around, maybe." Tom smiled and began to walk off, but not before sending Pete a taunting smile.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced between Pete and Nick. "What the hell was that all about?" You asked impatiently.

"Ice and Mav have this rivalry going on." Nick shrugged, eyeing the beer on the table. You rolled your eyes and nodded, saying he could take it. "Thanks." He mumbled awkwardly, watching you closely. Pete stayed silent.

"Did you have to ruin my conversation with Tom, Pete?" You clenched your jaw as you looked at him, trying to decipher what the hell was running through his head. "Just because you crash and burn doesn't mean you have to take me down with you, Pete." You stated, and Pete finally looked up at you.

"Ice is bad news, Y/N/N." He simply shrugged. You groaned at his brief reply. "He's not good for you." He said again, fuelling a raging fire inside you.

"Sorry? How do you know what's good and what's bad for me?" You seethed. Who did he think he was? "I don't interfere with your love life, so why should you interfere with mine?" Your eyes narrowed and you sighed in exasperation. "Just because you have some silly rivalry going on between you, doesn't give you the right to stop me from getting to know him." You said again, watching Pete just stare at the floor. Instantly, you regretted your tone. "Pete." You softly said, your heart wrenching at the sound of his name rolling off my tongue. He was someone you could never have, and the slight realisation killed you inside.

"You're right. I'm sorry." Pete mumbled, his jaw clenching. Nick looked at his best friend and sighed softly to himself, knowing the true reason why he had come over and interrupted. "I'm just gonna head home. Sorry for ruining your night, Y/N/N."

"No, Pete, don't go." You sighed, trying to grab his arm but he shrugged you off - just like you did with his arm. Your eyes remained on his smart, white outfit as he stormed out of the ballroom. You felt your heart sink knowing you might have hurt Pete. You were about to run after him but the sound of Nick's authoritative voice pulled you out of your insane daydream.

"Let him go, Y/N/N." Nick said gently, placing a hand on your forearm. You looked up at him, frowning as tears pooled in your eyes. "He'll be fine."

"Nick-"

"Trust me."

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irresistible, my ass | pete “maverick” mitchell

synopsis | it wasn’t like maverick to be hung up, especially on a woman. when he spots her during his volleyball match, he could barely focus. but little did he know, she wasn’t just any woman.

warning | swearing, young maverick, goose being goose, afab (assigned female at birth) + pronouns, use of y/n, rejection, kazansky reader

genre | fluff

wordcount | 1.2k

note | the idea is there, the execution is not. this was another oneshot where i rushed it to keep the idea flowing, it will most likely be edited after.

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it wasn’t like maverick to be hung up on a girl. it was usually a one time thing, the one and done. but when she sat on the bleachers with aviators watching volleyball, he couldn’t act right. and goose wasn’t much help either.

they were down one point in their series of game against iceman and slider. goose groaned and dropped his head, recovering the ball from the sidelines. iceman and slider celebrated, sending mocking gestures at them.

“come on, mav,” said goose, tossing the ball to him, “whats going on with you?”

maverick shook his head with a small smile, thanking his aviators covered his eyes, so he could glance at the girl on the bleachers. but with the slight turn of his head, goose could already see what he was looking at.

“oh come on, mav!” said goose, shaking his head and whistling to begin the game. “can you go one moment without seducing someone?”

“hey, its not my fault,” said maverick, toying with the ball in his hands, “im irresistible.”

“irresistible, my ass,” said goose, motioning to ice and slider, “lets go!”

maverick smiled at his friend and tossed the ball up, sending it over with a simple hit. the game has begun.

iceman hit it over, his dog tags hitting his chest. goose kept in the back, while maverick protected the front, a volleyball strategy. mav hit it and set up for goose to spike it over the net. slider retaliated the ball, setting up ice. the game continued for ten minutes.

maverick hit the ball over and glanced at the woman on the bleachers, she removed her shirt, revealing the swim top underneath. mavericks mouth dried and he swallowed hard.

focusing back on the game, he saw the ball come to him, he dived and missed it, falling into the sand. ice and slider celebrated, while goose helped him up and brought him close, telling him the plan. he tried so hard to focus. but over his friend’s shoulder, he could see her rubbing sunscreen on to her arms and legs. everything goose said went in one ear, out the other.

“hey mav, you listening to me?” said goose, waving his hand in front of him.

“what? oh, yeah. good plan, goose” she was going to be the death of him.

***

calling for a break, maverick held a t-shape with his hands to ice and slider. acknowledging, they nodded and went on to get a drink. maverick walked with goose over to their stuff and took a swig of water. looking around, his eyes set on the woman again, wearing nothing but shorts and a swim top. the aviators settled on the tip of her nose as her eyes caught his.

maverick sent her his famous smile, nodding to her while drinking his water. y/n raised an eyebrow at maverick’s action and shook her head, attempting to conceal the growing smile. it didn’t work.

“my god,” groaned goose, watching the interaction between maverick and y/n, “can you just go talk to her please? we all don't need to be in your guys line of fire, alright?”

maverick laughed at his friend’s annoyance, patting him on the shoulder. he was going to go talk to her, but he had it all planned out. not really.

“well, i would goose,” said mav, coolly, “but we have a game to win.”

goose threw his hands up in the air and started walking to the court, picking up the volleyball. maverick pushed his glasses up his nose and stood beside goose as ice and slider set up.

“what about this, if we win, i drop everything and we just leave,” said maverick, goose looking up at his words, “i dont have to talk to her and spare you uncomfortableness.” goose raised his eyesbrow, considering it, “and if we lose, I will stop being a pussy and go talk to her. deal?”

goose placed a hand on his chin, pretending to think, “fine, either way it’ll stop whatever the hell is happening. deal.”

when those words left his mouth, maverick suddenly had no desire to win this match, even if it meant losing to iceman.

***

the game was close, but ice and slider had won. it was a tough game, and maverick might’ve had deal in losing this game, now he had to live up to his word. iceman and slider celebrated, laughing at goose and maverick.

they high-fived and made their way over to the bleachers, which were full of other aviators congratulating them on their game. goose nad maverick headed over to the other bleachers, getting pats on the back from others, saying they’ll get them next time.

leaning against the bleachers, maverick drank the rest of his water and looked over to the woman’s direction again. she sat there, a huge smile on her face.

“you purposely did this, huh?” said goose, looking at mav.

“what? no.” said maverick, shaking his head.

“oh yeah, you definitely didn’t make me a deal—that i just realised—saying you’ll spare me the uncomfortable stares between you too with two outs,” said goose, placing a hand on his shoulder, “making the one you desperately want to do, result in us losing the game.”

“you got to do, what you got to do, “said maverick, sending him a humorous smile, “even if it means sacrificing your pride.”

“i swear to god, mav-“

“don't use my name in vain there, goosie-”

goose rolled his eyes and pushed him in her direction. maverick laughed at him and started walking toward the bleachers where she sat.

y/n turned her head, watching through her sunglasses as maverick made his way over to her. he stopped a few bleachers down from her, smiling.

“hello there, aviator,” said y/n, quickly saluting him, “in what do i have the honour of being in the presence of maverick himself?”

maverick froze and his mouth opened to talk, but zero words came out. he was like a gaping fish out of water. she knew all about maverick. she heard the praise and the complaints. and it wasn’t a surprise he decided to come see her. considering his reputation.

“so you’ve already heard of me,” said maverick, his confidence returning to him, “all good things, i hope.”

“debatable,” joked y/n, she raised her hand out to him, “y/n.”

“y/n…?” questioned maverick, taking her hand.

“kazansky.”

y/n smirked at his change of expression, he was definitely confused.

“as in, iceman kazansky?” said maverick, furrowing his brows, “are you his sister?”

“i’m-“

“she’s my wife,” said a voice behind maverick. y/n smiled at iceman who was behind maverick, eyes filled with rage, “and i suggest you leave.”

maverick turned around and smiled at iceman, keeping his cool persona.

“no worries, ice,” said maverick, a smirk on his lips, “i was just making sure she was warm before the cold came.”

“maverick,” warned iceman, y/n eyes widened at his tone. “run along to goose.”

iceman shoved his shoulder as maverick made his way down the bleachers and sat down beside y/n. taking off her glasses, she passed them to ice and he put them on. she only had them for safekeeping during his games. snuggling into his side, maverick looked once more and she smirked, that surely gave him an ego check. iceman 2, maverick 0.

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