#natasha trace x reader smut
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butt dial
pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT 18+, masturbation, rank kink, descriptions of: fem!receiving oral, squirting, strap-on (giving and receiving), edging, vibrator use, fingering
summary: you butt dial Natasha when you're talking to your friends about your sex life with her and she touches herself to your words.
word count: 1.3k
Tonight was girls’ night–no girlfriends girls’ night. You and two of your best friends from high school were getting together for the evening. You hadn’t seen each other in years, but they were both coincidentally vacationing in San Diego and the three of you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to meet up. Natasha could see how happy you were to be seeing your friends, but she wasn’t looking forward to spending the evening without you. You promised her that it would only be a few hours and she could come back to help kick your friends out of the apartment when she got too lonely.
“Where am I even supposed to go?” Natasha whined as you started putting out snacks for your friends. She walked up behind you and wrapped her arms around you, tucking her chin into your neck. She started pressing soft kisses to your neck and jaw.
“Why don’t you go to the gym, baby?” You suggested. “It’ll be good for you. And you know how you are when you get back,” you said. Natasha smirked. Post-workout sex was among her favorite kinds of sex, right after back-from-deployment sex and anniversary sex.
“Do you really want me to go?” She whined, lifting your t-shirt and tracing featherlight patterns on your tummy. You chuckled.
“Of course I don’t,” you assured Natasha. She hummed happily and started pressing kisses against your neck again, taking this as a sign that she could stay. You reluctantly pulled her arms off you and turned around. You gave her a quick kiss and then leaned back. “But it’s no girlfriend’s night,” you reminded her. She sighed.
“Okay,” Natasha agreed forlornly. “Just know I’ll spend the whole time thinking of you,” she said, jokingly guilt tripping you. You smiled and gave her another quick peck.
“Call Bob then,” you told her. “He’s too polite to tell you to shut up about me,” you told her. Natasha blushed bashfully.
“I don’t talk to him about you that much,” she defended.
“You do. Every time I see him and tell him any story he tells me that you already told him,” you said. Natasha huffed.
“What else am I supposed to talk about?” She asked.
“I don’t know,” you said. “But right now you’ve gotta go. My friends will be here any minute.” Natasha sighed and then gave you another quick kiss before going to change for the gym. She was putting her shoes on right as your friends arrived and she just managed to get a kiss goodbye before you led them into the living room.
Natasha was halfway to the gym when her phone rang. The picture of her and you on the anniversary trip you had taken to Hawaii appeared on the screen showing that you were calling her. She quickly answered, placing the phone on speaker as she drove.
“Hey, princess,” Natasha called. There was no response. “Princess?” She called again. She realized that it was a butt dial and she was about to hang up when she heard something that peaked her interest.
“Is the sex still good? I mean, you’ve been together three years now,” the voice of one of your friends came over the phone. Natasha heard you snort.
“Are you kidding? The sex is amazing,” you said. Natasha smirked proudly. “She’s so good with her mouth.”
“You’re so lucky,” your other friend said. “I can barely get my boyfriend to go down on me.”
“That’s horrible,” you said. “I never have to ask Nat. She’s usually begging me.” Natasha blushed upon hearing your words.
“I thought she was the dom.” One of your friends piped up.
“Oh, she is. But she’s always going on about the way I taste,” you said, mildly bragging. Your friends laughed. Natasha felt herself clench at the thought of your taste alone. She pulled into the parking lot of the gym, selecting a spot as far away from the entrance as possible. She carefully peeled her leggings and underwear down to her thighs.
“Do you guys ever use a strap-on?” Natasha heard one of your friends ask. She quickly reached up to mute her end of the conversation, knowing that she wasn’t going to be quiet for too much longer. She carefully reached down to her cunt, sliding her middle finger between her lips and easily coating her finger with the wetness that had pooled there.
“Yeah,” you said over the phone. “She’s so good with it.” Natasha started rubbing small circles over her clit. She knew she wasn’t going to have long and she was getting straight to business. “She knows just how to move her hips to make me squirt,” you said. Your friends cackled at this, but Natasha moaned as she remembered the last time she’d used her strap with you. She’d edged you that night, holding her vibrator against your clit while she fucked you. She thought of the sounds you had made when she finally let you come. She started rubbing up and down her slit, hitting her clit and just barely dipping into her dripping hole with each stroke.
“Do you ever use the strap on her?” One of your friends asked you. You giggled at this.
“Every once in a while,” you told them. “She likes to be in charge most of the time, so usually she’ll ride me. But I like it when she lets me fuck her. She gets so whiny and desperate,” you reminisced. Natasha moaned quietly at the thought of the last time you’d used the strap on her. She could remember the image of you with your hands on her hips as you thrust into her g-spot over and over again.
“I wish I liked girls,” your friend complained. “You’ve always had better sex than me.” You giggled.
“Nat’s the best by far though. When she comes back from deployment we’re in bed for like twelve hours straight,” you said. Your friends laughed.
“God, that’s crazy. My boyfriend can barely last two rounds before he has to sleep for like ten hours,” one of them said. You laughed.
“Not Nat,” you said. “That woman would rather die than only give me one orgasm,” you said. Your friends chuckled. Natasha started rubbing at her clit faster. Her peak was nearing.
“You know what really gets her going?” You asked. Your friends shook their heads. Natasha knew what was coming. She started rubbing faster as she waited for you to say the words that would have her wrapped around your finger–or more often you wrapped around hers.
“She loves when I call her ‘Lieutenant Trace,’ you said. Natasha fell apart at the sound of the name on your lips. She moaned as loud as she could allow for the fact that she was only protected by the privacy of her car. Her pussy lips pulsed around her fingers and her clit pulsed with pleasure. She caught her breath. When she returned to her body she realized that the conversation had moved on to one of your friends' new jobs. She hung up and sighed in satisfaction. When she came home after the gym your friends had already left. Natasha found you waiting in the bedroom for her. She grinned upon seeing your body, now scantily clad in only a bra and thong.
“How was the drive to the gym, Lieutenant Trace?” You asked with a smirk. Natasha blushed brightly.
“Did they know too?” She asked.
“No,” you said. “But I bet I know what you were doing in that car,” you said. Natasha smiled.
“You wanna guess?” She asked.
“No,” you said. “I want you to even the score.” Natasha raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Well, you already came once today,” you said. “Shouldn’t I get to now?” You asked. Natasha smirked and started crossing the room towards the bed, shedding her shirt as she did. Her voice turned sultry and low. Her eyes darkened as she climbed on top of you.
“Oh, I don’t think two is enough,” she joked. “I’m thinking you should get at least four.”
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𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 (𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 “𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱” 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: literally the nastiest fucking smut, fluff
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: phoenix isn’t the biggest fan of summer. it’s hot, humid, and penny’s niece has a thing for sundresses. a few too many drinks, and phoenix is letting her know exactly how she feels about them.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4.1k (i got so carried away holy)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: i’m (barely lmao) a minor so if that makes you uncomfy don’t read, reader has hair long enough to tie up, smut, oral (fem recieving), fingering, use of pet names (princess, baby), semi public sex (not really, it’s in a supply room at the hard deck), alcohol mentions, so. much. swearing, i have an obsession w parenthesis (if u can’t tell) and i think that’s it lol
𝐚/𝐧: @eminems-skittles and i were texting abt this last night at like 2 am and i was like fuck it so here this is! lmfaooo also, the women in the moodboards (aside from monica obvi) aren’t meant to be what the reader looks like, simply just the dress i imagined reader wearing + the vibes i imagine ms. phoenix was giving at the beach LOL. i’ll stop rambling now, enjoy!
ₒ 𓂂 ˚ 𓂂 ₒ✪ ° ₒ 𓂂 ˚˖⋆
It was summer in Fightertown, U.S.A., a fact that Natasha Trace was unfortunately acutely aware of. The air was so hot and so thick you could slice through it, but it was no better than the tension filling the interior of the Hard Deck as she sat, nursing her beer. Small beads of sweat formed on the nape of her neck, and her normally slicked back hair found freedom in the warmth. The humidity was dreadful in those aspects, but that was manageable.
Expected, even.
But what wasn’t expected, was Penny’s niece, Y/n.
Y/n was new in town, only staying for the summer to help her beloved aunt out. And during the short time she’d been working at the hard deck, she’d managed to catch everyone’s attention. Phoenix was not exempt from this group. Whatsoever.
Y/n had bright eyes and a soft smile, similar to her aunt in that way. And also in that she had a certain ability to make those around her feel special.
For Nat, it was the light lingering touches when she would hand her a new bottle, attempting to take the old one out of the way.
Their hands would brush, and the normally assertive Phoenix would find herself blushing and stumbling over her words like a schoolgirl all over again.
“Sorry!” She’d exclaim, with the sundress donned girl standing opposite of her doing just the same. They’d laugh, and then go their separate ways for the rest of the night until Natasha inevitably needed another beer.
(Or 2, even if the second was only really ordered as she was building up courage to talk to Y/n. Which, spoiler alert, she didn’t.)
This would happen anytime the young aviator came to the old rickety bar, and even though she knew that it was how Y/n was with everybody, she still couldn’t help herself from becoming absolutely infatuated.
Oh, and the other reason Natasha was counting on her lucky stars to make it through this summer? Those damn sundresses.
I mean hey, they’re practical!
Nat knows better than anyone how the oh, so thin fabric was perfect for the scorching heat. She knew that the flowy shape that managed to drape around Y/n in the most exquisite way, must have been perfect for keeping her cool as she moved about in the crowded establishment. And she knew she felt like a total perv everytime she would watch as Y/n bent over to grab the box of those beers kept under the bar just for Mav.
I mean, shit, she couldn’t help but think about how easy it would be to just sneak her hand under the fabric, make her come apart in front of everyone without them even knowing it. Using just her fingers, taking her right then and there.
But today, things were different.
It was barely 4:30 (or 16:30, if you had asked anyone in the Hard Deck aside from Y/n, which at the moment, was just Phoenix).
Y/n’s hair was messily tied up, baby hairs wildly astray, similarly to the woman in front of her. She smoothed a manicured hand over the top, taking a second to rest against the bar, white cleaning rag still clutched in her other hand. She allowed herself a moment of peace to watch Natasha, who had come in the hard deck early after being grounded all day.
“So,” Y/n began, her tone slightly unsure, startling the other girl. “What’re you doin’ in here so early, Phoenix?” She looked back up from her feet, warm brown eyes meeting her own.
She shook her head, scoffing, then lifting her hands up to her ponytail. She pulled the elastic from her thick strands, fed up with all of the loose hairs. She let out a sigh of relief, beginning to lightly massage her scalp.
“My plane broke down this morning, and I didn’t have much else to do. It was supposed to be an easy day anyway, so Cyclone gave me the day off.” She lifted an eyebrow in contemplation, taking another swig from the wet bottle in her hand.
“I sat on the beach for a while, but with this damn heat?” She scoffed again, shrugging in a fluid motion.
“Couldn’t last more than 15 minutes.” She didn’t break her gaze with the sundress clad Y/n, letting her eyes wander shamelessly.
Y/n inhaled deeply, letting her bottom lip go from where she had it stuck between her teeth.
“There’s always the water if you get too hot?” She suggested the mental image of Natasha, soaking wet and in a bikini, almost too much to handle for the poor girl’s heart.
“With heat like this?” Nat shook her head.
“The water would feel like a jacuzzi.” They both laughed, enjoying the small banter they had created. But this time, they didn’t go their separate ways.
They stood parallel to each other, both of them struggling to find the right words to say, but wanting so badly to say them, whatever they may be. Soft 80s rock that Natasha could vaguely recognize as Bette Davis Eyes played on the old jukebox, filling the silence that had fallen between them.
“Y/n! There you are!” Penny’s voice echoed through the empty building, causing the two to break apart, Y/n placing a hand to her hips while Phoenix became heavily interested in the ingredients on the beer label, muttering something about ”wow, that’s a lot of carbs”.
Penny gave a skeptical look between the two, tilting her head like some confused mutt. Y/n quickly raised a hand and shook her head left to right quickly, her lips in a thin line. Her aunt widened her eyes, her hands barely raising by her wrists and coming up by her thighs in mock surrender.
“Anyway, Hangman just came back from his assignment, so expect a busy night toni-“ She was interrupted by the opening of the swinging doors, Hangman standing in the middle as cadets and experienced pilots alike flowed in around him, patting him on the shoulders as they went.
“First round’s on Bagman, Boys!” Coyote hollered, to which seas of beige began to flock towards the bar. She gave the brunette across her an apologetic look, before starting to tend to those around her.
About an hour and several rounds later, the doors swung open again, this time revealing the one and only Pete Mitchell.
A variety of shouts and hollers saying “Mav!” could be heard, and a wide smile graced Y/n’s features, causing Phoenix to smile as well. After greeting Jake, he made his way to the old bar, slapping his hand down, warmly greeting the younger girl as well.
“Pete!” She exclaimed, excited to see the older man once more. “The usual?” He nodded, already beginning his survey of the room for Penny. She caught his eyes and smiled, causing both Penny and Y/n to roll their eyes.
Natasha’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the exchange, knowing what came next as Y/n bent over.
The pretty little white dress she wore rode up, per usual, causing Phoenix to just press her thighs together, down her drink, and look away for the millionth time.
But what she wasn’t expecting was for her to stay down as she searched the shelves, unable to find what she was looking for. She sighed, standing up and talking to Mav, no doubt telling him it’ll “just be a second” as she has to grab his beer from the back. He nodded and smiled, allowing her to sneak off, right past Nat.
And maybe it was the extra drinks in her, or maybe it was just that Phoenix was to her very limit, but that dress was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
And so taking a quick drink before she could convince herself it was a bad idea, she hopped off of the leather stool, and followed Y/n to the back with her head down, and her confidence high.
“Fuck, where is it?” Before she’d known it, Y/n was back on her knees, the bare skin becoming dirty at the contact with the grimy floor. She cringed to herself, wiping down her hands on her thighs.
“Whatcha looking for?”
“Oh my God! Phoenix, you can’t scare me like that!” She laughed, taking the cautious hand that had been offered by the girl above her, Nat doing her best not to melt given the view she had. Y/n took her hand, even just the small contact sending her brain into overdrive.
Nat’s hand slowly made its way from Y/n’s palm to her waist, testing the waters as she ran small circles. Her other hand gravitated towards the door, sliding it shut and locking it with ease.
“Is this okay with you?” Nat questioned, Y/n finding the strength to give her one of her smiles she adored so much.
“This is more than okay, Nat.” She nearly whispered, before her hands found either side of Phoenix’s face, leaning in and connecting their lips for the first time.
Phoenix still found that Y/n had things about her that were unexpected, this time as she pushed Natasha up against the shelf, the kiss still continuing despite the clattering of empty beer kegs around them. Y/n allowed her tongue to sweep across the other girl’s bottom lip, Natasha letting out a whimper at the idea of what finally was coming to fruition after so long.
Phoenix let her hands wander, her hands pushing up the flimsy material of the sundress and letting it fall back over her hands. She let one finger swipe over her clothed heat, the sudden contact triggering a moan to fall from Y/n’s plumped lips.
Though she knew that with the current state of the music and the rowdy crowd nobody could really have a chance of hearing them, Phoenix still retracted her hand bringing it up to her lips and making a shushing motion.
“Baby, I’ve barely even touched you and you’re causing a riot.” She chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind Y/n’s ear.
“How long’s it been since someone touched you like this?” She replaced her hand, this time moving the delicate and lacy white panties to the side, running agonizingly slow, yet delicious circles around her clit.
The other girl began to shake her head side to side, trying to form the words.
“Nobody’s ever- Fuck, Nat!” She took the same finger, briefly swiping it down to collect her slick, and bringing it back up to her clit.
“Nobody other than me has ever-Fuck-It’s only been me!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back. Phoenix’s gaze softened, her eyebrows furrowing.
“Oh, honey. I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
The words themselves were enough to cause another cry to sound from her chest, but as Nat took her by the back of her neck and kissed her again, she wasn’t quite sure of the cause.
Phoenix continued to allow her nimble fingers to stimulate the area, picking up the pace and then slowing down when Y/n would get too loud.
(Truthfully, if she could have her way, she’d be as loud as she wanted. But hey, she’d take what she could get.)
Her touch altered from gentle to rough, quick to slow, and it all was to watch the girl in front of her unravel in a way Natasha could only describe as sinful.
It was ironic, though, as in that moment, Phoenix could have sworn nobody had ever looked more angelic than Y/n had.
With her head thrown back, white dress hiked up, writhing and grinding up against Nat’s fingers? Phoenix didn’t know how she was still breathing, and truthfully, Y/n had thought she’d died and went to Heaven.
The dainty chains of the necklaces she wore shimmered under the fluorescent light, as did the thin layer of sweat that shone on her chest as it rose and fell.
The straps of her dress had long ago slipped off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the woman in front of her, only driving her further on her self assigned mission to take Y/n apart piece by piece.
“You have no idea what you do to me when you wear those damned sundresses.”
Not allowing her anytime to adjust, Nat entered two slender fingers, causing a loud moan to be elicited from Y/n’s lips.
“Everytime you wear one, bending over like that to get Mav’s stupid fuckin’ drink. Putting your pretty fuckin’ ass on display for me. Makes me wanna fuck you right there, let ‘em all watch.”
Y/n let out another wanton moan from her filthy words, and Phoenix’s opposite hand quickly found its way to cover Y/n’s mouth, not ceasing her movements. Her palm lightly grazed her clit as her fingers worked in and out, Y/n eliciting another whine, muffled by Natasha’s hand.
Natasha looked up to momentarily watch as the girl in front of her thrashed, her hand that wasn’t supporting her body weight moving to massage the tissue of her breast. Nat let out her own groan upon this realization, burning the mental image into her head. She moved forward, kissing the skin in the surrounding area that Y/n neglected, taking her into her mouth.
“Nat! Oh my God- I”m gonna, Fuck! I can’t, Phoenix!”
Nat released her from her pink lips, her other hand smoothing down her hair while feeling her clench around her fingers.
“Yes, you can, Princess. Hold out for me a little longer, baby.” Nat replied, speeding up her pace. Y/n became louder and louder, her hands grasping at the loose strands of Phoenix’s hair.
Suddenly, and oh, so cruelly, Natasha removed her fingers, denying Y/n of her sweet release. Y/n mewled, trying to catch her breath.
“If you want this, you need to be quiet for me, can you do that?” Natasha questioned, following Y/n’s gaze, softly dragging her fingertips back and forth her exposed hip.
“Yes, Lieutenant, I promise.”
Natasha groaned, her head dipping down and her fingers digging into Y/n’s flesh.
“Fuck, baby. Say that again.”
A wicked smile found its way to Y/n’s tired features, her lip turning up at the corner. Her finger found the soft skin of Nat’s jaw, tipping her head up to look at her.
“Make me yours, Lieutenant. Take me.”
With that, Nat’s lips found Y/n’s, bringing her into a searing kiss. Their teeth clashed, and Y/n’s hand managed to pull down the top of Natasha’s red tank top, where she, thankfully, wasn’t wearing a bra, having changed straight out of her bikini into the top.
Y/n let out a sound that was almost pornographic, her head briefly taking solace in the corner of Nat’s neck, her lip latching onto the area, a bruise already forming.
Her hand toyed with Phoenix’s breast, her other hand tracing down her toned abdomen to below the fabric of her low waisted cutoffs. Nat sharply inhaled, her hands wrapping around Y/n’s shoulders.
“Not now- Shit, Y/n/n- not now baby. Wanna make you feel good.” Her words were breathy as Y/n did her best to mimic Natasha’s previous movements. The sporadic nature of her motions caused Nat to twitch under her.
“Let me take care of you, Lieutenant.” She mumbled, slipping one finger inside her with ease. Phoenix’s eyebrows furrowed, a sigh escaping her lips as she hung her head and bit her lip. Y/n pulled back to watch as Nat used her to hold herself up, basing her movements on her reactions.
She began to feel the familiar tightening around her fingers that she had been inflicting upon her by Nat only minutes ago, and continued her pace. She then retracted her fingers, focusing on maintaining a harsh speed around her clit. A high pitched series of moans came from Phoenix, Y/n leaning forward and shutting her up with her formerly glossed lips, still faintly tasting of watermelon and mango.
“You’re doing so good for me, Princess, fuck. ‘M almost there.” Nat remarked when Y/n pulled away, selfishly wanting to hear as Phoenix reached her release.
“Fucking shit, baby!” She cried, her moans becoming shorter, and her head coming down to the crook of Y/n’s neck. Her hot breath fanned on a sensitive spot, the whimpers elicited from Y/n being what pushed her over the edge.
She came with a small shout, still breathing heavily as Y/n slowly circled the swollen area, helping as she came down from her high.
“Y’know you’re quite a hypocrite about not being loud, Lieutenant.” She retracted her hand, bringing it up to her mouth and slowly licking them clean, the last one coming from her mouth with a loud “pop!”
Nat groaned at the sight before her, her hands moving back to Y/n’s waist.
“Shit, Y/n/n, how’d you get so damn good at that?”
“I learned from the best.” She smiled, leaning in for another kiss.
“By the way,” Y/n started, pulling away. Nat gave a quizzical look, beckoning her on, moving to kiss down her neck. She hummed in a questioning manner, the vibration making Y/n whimper, in a way that could only be described as pathetic.
“I thought sailors were supposed to be the ones who swore like there’s no tomorrow.” She chuckled, her joke getting caught in her throat as Nat looked up, shrugging.
“I guess it’s the whole Navy.” She casually remarked, before resuming her good work. Her hands found the hem of the dress, quickly discarding it, leaving her bare in just those fuckin’ white panties. The small bow Phoenix had failed to notice upon initial discovery of the garment made her feel some kind of way, as if she was a present waiting to be unwrapped.
“You look so pretty like this, Y/n/n.” Natashes remarked, her voice almost a whisper.
And she did, pupils blown out, lips hung ajar, a downright mess for the woman standing opposite to her (and only for her). A soft smile graced her features as she felt a certain warmth creep its way up her neck and to her cheeks at the compliment. Nat grinned at the sheepish behavior, diving back in, leaving open mouth kisses on her chest.
Y/n felt it as the brunette took her time, leaving the most perfect bruises, just like the ones she had left on the other’s neck. She was certain they would be at least somewhat noticeable by the time she had returned to her shift, but she couldn’t find it in her to care in the slightest.
Her head involuntarily was thrown back once more (though she wished she could have watched what was happening), as Natasha continued her endeavor down the center of her body, leaving a trail of kisses and bitemarks alike.
When she finally reached her clothed cunt, she left teasing kisses on the inside of her thighs, her hands supporting the back of them, her short, dull nails leaving crescent marks on the supple flesh.
She looked up and bit her lip for the thousandth time (she was sure by the end of this she’d be in dire need of some Carmex), smiling at the goddess of a woman above her.
Y/n thought the same, watching as the Athena-esque woman that was Natasha Trace held her with strong arms and soft hands, having them move to trace up the front of her underwear, pressing firmly and suddenly right where Y/n needed Nat most.
“Oh, Fuck.” She brokenly responded, her breath once again being held from her as Nat slid the white fabric down her thighs, the wetness that had been accumulating for so long beginning to drip down her thigh.
Phoenix, seeing the opportunity, immediately leaned forward, drawing her tongue along it and cleaning it up, accented with a small nip of her skin. She continued on her path, pressing french kisses to her mound, avoiding where Y/n wanted her most, in stark contrast to earlier.
Y/n, overwhelmed, bit down on the palm of her hand in fear of Natasha stopping if she had heard her make any noise. She took quick notice of this, pulling away momentarily.
“It’s okay, baby, I wanna hear you.”
Y/n widely smiled, groaning as she continued to chase Phoenix's mouth with her heat, blinded by want. Natasha followed her, finding a smooth rhythm. The supply room was filled with the most wonderfully obscene noises, accompanied by the chanting of Nat’s name like some kind of prayer. Phoenix pulled back, her chin glistening with slick and her eyes bright.
“You have the prettiest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever seen, Princess.”
Y/n felt another wave of heat to her core at her words, which was swiftly and skillfully combated by Nat’s tongue and her nose bumping at her clit. She continued on, moaning into her core at the sweet taste on her tongue, that she was sure was her new favorite.
Grasping at her breasts, she began to feel the familiar building in her stomach, her breath became shorter, and the room started to get hotter.
“Lieutenant-”
“I know baby, I know.”
“Nat, fuck!”
“Come on, baby, I’ve got you. Come for me, princess.”
Hearing her words, that was all she needed to be pushed over the edge with a series of moans, leading up to an exclamation of Nat’s name.
Feeling as her body became rigid, Natasha slowly pressed open mouthed kisses to her clit, taking her through her high as she came down, her body erratically moving in Phoenix’s arms. She then worked her way up, feeling her body become fluid once more in Phoenix’s arms.
They made quick work of recovering, though Y/n could quite make the shaking from the adrenaline to subside. She pulled on her dress first, and before she could find her underwear, she looked over to where Nat had already fixed herself up, and had them hanging from her finger.
“Lookin for these?” She asked, a smug smirk adorning her features.
Y/n jokingly scowled, rolling her eyes.
“Give ‘em, Phoenix. I’m serious.”
Nat threw her hands up in mock surrender, shaking her head and looking to the side.
“I mean, they’re ruined anyway. It’d be best not to have them on.” She persisted. Y/n moved her hands to her hips, realizing that she wasn’t going to budge.
“Whatever, Nat.” She laughed, moving past her, and leaning down to grab the box she had originally came back there for.
Much to Phoenix’s surprise, though, she bent at the knees, revealing absolutely nothing.
Her jaw dropped at this, realizing that all these times-
“It was a ploy?!” She almost yelled, a huge smile on her face.
Y/n turned around, this time taking her turn to shrug.
“Maybe, maybe not.”
Nat was left by herself in the small space as Y/n smiled, unlocking the door and walking out to the bar, where Mav was nursing another beer.
“Mav! Sorry I took so long. I see you ended up with just a normal Bud Light, eh?”
Just then, Natasha walked back out, taking her seat at the bar that somehow hadn’t been filled in her absence. Pete looked to her and then to Y/n, shrugging as he took another swig.
“Well, I saw Phoenix follow you back and shut the door, so I figured it would be awhile.”
A mortified look briefly crossed both of their faces, to which he only laughed, laying a hand on top of Y/n’s.
“It’s all good, really. Me and Penny have had our-“
“Okay, okay! Got it, Mav. Thanks.” Y/n choked out, a laugh following suite as she propped up one of his drinks next to him before walking over to where Natasha was sitting, chatting with Hangman. Phoenix gestured for her to come over to the other side of the bar, so she ducked down, coming to stand next to her with her hand on her shoulder.
“So, Y/n,” Jake started, standing from his perch. “Maybe next time you’ll pull me into the closet with ya, hmm?” He clapped Nat on the shoulder in what seemed like some sort of bro solidarity, walking off with a smile.
Phoenix gave him a scowl, pulling Y/n down onto her lap by her waist, her hand quickly finding its way up her skirt once again. Y/n’s breath caught, awaiting her next words with a giddy smile doing its absolute best not to escape.
“Not a fucking chance.”
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NEED HELP FINDING A FIC
It’s a Phoenix x reader one where the group is playing truth or dare and the reader admits she’s never had someone else make her cum before. Phoenix and reader go back to phoenixs dorm to get more beer and they end up fucking and the next day Jake teases and says I never got my beer. PLEASE I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR HOURS!
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𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!
you’re abby’s favorite bartender at her favorite dive bar. she doesn’t take to kindly to people disrespecting her best girl.
warnings: alcohol is mentioned + slight violence
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Abby is a regular at your bar. Well, regular is a kind way to put it. At this point, she lives in the dive bar. She’s head over heels for you but has decided obnoxious flirting every happy hour, and a sliver of your attention will suffice.
Her routine is simple:
Order a beer. From her favorite bartender of course. If anyone offers to serve her it’s deny, deny, deny. She can only accept alcoholic content from her best girl.
Shoot some darts, play some pool, chugging contest. Blah, blah, blah. It’s only fun if she sees you sneaking glances from your station, shooting you a wink while she engages with her team. She likes seeing how flustered she can get you with a thin-lipped smile and wink alone. And the answer is very flustered.
Once she’s seen you steal enough glances, it’s time to go back to the bar and bother you. Sure, order another drink. But, also, flirt with the gorgeous girl serving her. Is that a new shirt? Your hair looks so pretty tonight. She loves the necklace you’re wearing, situated real well between your tits.
Then stay on the barstool, all night, up until she’s one of the last patrons in the bar. Even though, she’s gotta be up running drills quite soon after your shift ends. But it’s worth it. If she can make you laugh at least once.
Every time. Without fail. That’s Abby’s routine, and tonight was no different.
Well, except for the fact that there was some asshole bothering you while you worked. Doesn’t he know that’s her job? Only she can bother you, she’s the only one who does it right. Besides, you looked annoyed while he was talking to you. You never looked annoyed when Abby flirted. Always brushing your fingers on her bicep, giggling as she flexed, giving her a hard time for flinching after a shot. You relished in her attention even. You looked like you wanted to throw up while this guy was talking to you. Abby personally, wants to throw him a punch. Instead, she rolls her eyes and fiddles with the toothpick between her teeth, before calling you over to her. The night’s still early, maybe he’ll back off. She hasn't gotten her slice of your attention yet, so she refuses to let that be cut short.
“Hey, princess!” She uses a hand motion towards you. Your face lights up as you walk towards her freckled face. You hadn't spoken many words to her all night. It was a relief to see the pilot in her designated stool.
You throw your towel over your shoulder and place your hands on your hips. “How can I help you, Captain Anderson?” Your tongue pokes between your lips, a coy smile protruding.
Abby rolls her eyes. “I hate when you call me that.” She sighs playfully, “I only let my favorite bartenders call me Abby y’know.”
You place your hand over your heart, flinching, “Silly me thinking I was the only one.”
Abby whistles lowly at you. “None of them are half as pretty as you, baby.” She watches as you turn your head to the side shyly. She’s already got you flustered and the night’s just begun. She hasn’t even started throwing darts and flexing muscles with her squad yet.
It’s your turn to roll your eyes now. “Promise?” you flirt shamelessly, curious as to what she’ll say.
“Scout’s honor princess,” she kisses three of her fingers and holds them up.
You laugh at her actions. Only Abby can have you laughing at work. In a sticky bar, tight shirt, and light hangover still cascading over you. “Okay, Abby,” You say her name sickeningly sweet. She almost bends over to her knees. “What can I get you tonight?”
She smiles, tapping the paper coaster on the countertop, pretending to think. “I’m gonna go with the usual tonight babe.”
You smile, “Boring but expected.” You go to grab a glass and fill it up with ice as a deep baritone fills your ears.
“Princess,” the man calls. This new customer was evidently, not privy to the unspoken rules of the bar. He winks at Abby expecting some comradery from a nickname alone. As if friendships are built off disrespecting women.
You cringe at the nickname and don’t reply. Your legs only move to that call when it’s your favorite captain calling you.
“Oh c’mon don’t be that way.” The man continues. “What? You want a different nickname?” Abby’s jaw is clenched so tightly, that she's sure her molars have cracked. She’s clenching her fist to the point that the white of her knuckles is apparent.
“She doesn’t respond to that,” Abby replies to the asshole. “She’s got a name.” This man is new sure, but definitely an idiot. He’s choosing to continue squaring off with the Abby Anderson. You know better. You wouldn't disrespect her even with all the alcohol in the world flooding your system. You’ve seen her in a bar fight. She’s never lost.
“What is this your girlfriend?” He laughs drunkenly. “I mean I’m into that sort of thing,” he snorts to himself. “Why don’t you give us all a little kiss?” He continues chuckling like he’s some world-class comedian. Though, Abby doesn’t seem to find him funny.
She runs her hand over her face. She looks at you for a moment. “Princess,” she leans in whispering, “How many bar fights in me until you said I was banned?”
You lean closer to her, whispering back, “I don’t think I’m allowed to ban the champ.” Smiling cheekily at her. She winks and clicks her tongue. That’s all she needs as reassurance to kick this guy’s ass.
She gets up from the stool, walking closer to him. Though Abby oozes dominance, when she’s standing over you it’s hard not to shit your pants. She places her hands square atop this guy’s shoulders. “I’m gonna give you just one chance to apologize to my pretty girl or else you’re gonna be banned.”
The man brandishes off a drunk grin that’s missing two front teeth. “Ban? Me? Ban me? Nah.”
Abby rolls her eyes, “So that’s a no?” She doesn’t even give the guy a chance to answer before punching him straight in the jaw. “See someone else has had the common sense to knock two teeth from that ugly mug of yours, what’s a few more?” She mutters to herself. There’s slight commotion, but it dies down quickly with the rest of Abby’s aviator squad coming quickly behind her. Beers still in hand, foam coating a few mustaches they ask her what happened. She wrings out her hand, “Go take his picture for the wall of shame and dump him outside.” She huffs, watching her lieutenants follow her orders.
Abby comes to sit by you in her same old worn-down barstool. She smiles as you give her a bag of ice for her hand. “What number fight is that?” You ask her softly and playfully.
“For you or in this bar?” She’s got that look in her eye, nothing but trouble.
You roll your eyes, “Don’t answer a question with a question.” You being to make the drink you never got to give the dirty blonde.
“You’re bossy tonight,” she muses, accepting the drink once you hand it to her, chugging quickly. “Fighting makes me thirsty she muses.”
You repress a smile, crossing your arms over your chest. “So Captain,” you drag out the tightly slightly. Watching as Abby raises her eyebrow at you.
“Princess,” she replies with an edge to her voice.
“When’re you gonna bite the bullet and ask me out? Hasn’t total endless flirting with me gotten boring?” You lean against the bar top, cleavage spilling from your low-cut top.
“How about now?” Abby works hard to make sure her eyes don’t come to your spillage. She works overtime in doing so even. It’s torturous.
You hum, “Beating up drinkies doesn’t count as a date you know?” You smile at her, propping your face against your hand.
“Our first date wouldn’t be here,” she smiles toothily. “If that’s the case, we’ve had plenty of dates while I sat in this barstool. We’re married even.” She grins at you.
Your tongue licks your lips, “Moving fast, aren’t you? Focus on the first date, Anderson.”
“Yeah get used to saying that last name, ‘cause it’ll be yours,” she clicks her tongue and winks at you. “How about I come to grab you this weekend? A nice dinner, me you, and no drunks up your ass.”
“Does this mean I’ll finally be seeing you out of that old navy uniform Anderson?” Your smile captivates your face as you tease her. Only you would make fun of her while she’s trying to ask you out.
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t go home on the first date.” She teases, laughing softly, ‘cause it’s far from true.
“Liar,” you call her out on her shit, carefully grasping the glinting dog tags that lay around her neck. You pull her in for a kiss, for a moment there’s cheering. You know it’s from her rowdy lieutenants. You smile against her lips and pull away. “I’ll see you this weekend?” You say looking at her loved face.
“Sure thing princess.” She’s stunned. “You know what? Put a round on my tab, for celebration.” She reaffirms.
“No doubt captain,” you smile mocking a salute.
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supernova
synopsis: in a game of truth or dare, you reveal your dream threesome.
pairings: natasha trace x fem!reader x bob floyd
warnings: 18+ minors dni, ageless blogs that interact will be blocked, explicit smut (f/f/m threesome, oral sex, unprotected sex, blink and miss it choking, sort of dom phoenix, edging, cum eating, orgasm denial, overstimulation) and like, swearing lmao (wc: 3.2K)
notes: a little something something for my fellow bisexuals during pride month 🌈 and yes, i defeated awful writer's block with horniness and so can you 💖
much love to @sushiwriterhere @theharddeck @sometimesanalice and @roosterbruiser for letting me bounce many depraved thoughts off of them and i'm summoning a few people who might be interested: @princessphilly @seresinsweetie @rhettabbotts @lewmagoo @bradshawsbitch @i-wanna-be-your-muse @sebsxphia and also no one look at me
“Anyone would want to sleep with me. I’m the most fuckable person in this room. Ask anyone.”
"What's Hangman so up in arms about now?" Phoenix asks, sounding unimpressed. She leans against the pool cue, waiting for Fanboy to make his shot, and cracks her knuckles with one hand.
You shrug. "Who knows."
Honestly, you can't even remember who made the comment that got him so worked up, so defensive over his own sex appeal. His general fuckability – which as a side note, you're pretty sure is not a real word.
Maybe Rooster, actually probably Rooster.
Regardless, Hangman has decided to make them all suffer the consequences, going on and on and on.
"Fine," Rooster manages, choking down a laugh, almost always given away in the unmistakable twitching of the overgrown ferret on his upper lip. "Go ahead. Ask anyone then, Hangman. This will be good."
You are minding your own goddamn business in the corner of the common room, sipping a canned red wine that isn't half bad for the price. It is sweet, a little bubbly, pleasant.
You press your lips against the cool edge and are in the middle of a sip when Hangman catches your eye, a sharklike gleam in his green eyes.
Is it worse to make eye contact or break it? Is that bears or sharks who see it as a challenge?
And in truth, Hangman is neither. He's more or less harmless with a sometimes sharp bite.
You lower the can, slow and suspicious, narrowing your eyes at him with a raised brow. “Can I help you, Hangman?”
Smirking, Hangman drawls, “You owe me a truth from earlier, ain't that right? You ran out on the game before I could get my question out."
You roll out a red carpet of curses in your brain and swallow another mouthful of the sweet red wine.
You'd gotten a call from the Domino's driver to come down and grab the pizzas from the front door before Hangman could ask whatever pointed – and alarmingly observant – question had popped into his scheming brain.
Everyone else has forgotten the game with some pizza in their stomach and a basketball game on the big screen, but clearly, Hangman has a good memory. Bastard.
"Fine. Hit me with your best shot, Hangman."
Fire away and all that.
His canines are gleaming white. "Who would you most want to have sex with in this room? No, wait, I should give everyone a fair chance of selection. Pick two."
"Together? Or separate?"
His brows raise, and Hangman's smirk deepens. "Well, damn. Someone's a little adventurous." Your eyes are practically slits now, staring him down. "Together. Who would you have a threesome with in this room? And unfortunately, no, I don't have a twin."
“My nightmare,” Phoenix mutters, and Fanboy shakes with silent laughter.
“Hmmm…”
An answer had popped into your head the second that Hangman asked, but in the name of suspense, you pretend to mull it over and really contemplate.
You look around the room. Halo and Fritz are on the sagging couch with Yale and Harvard in the opposite chairs, watching the game too closely to overhear this cursed conversation.
Bob and Fanboy are strategizing in the corner, but Bob is definitely listening. His shoulders don't look quite natural.
Across the pool table, Payback shows you his wedding band with a faux scolding expression. You grin.
“I guess I'd have to pick... Phoenix and Bob."
Rooster absolutely crows with laughter as Hangman goes into a full control-alt-delete shut down and reboot, blankly staring at you with disbelieving eyes and a slack jaw.
Someone should commemorate this moment. Add it to one of the frames in the Ready Room.
"Are you malfunctioning?" You drain the rest of the wine and drop the can into the nearest recycling bin. "You know I'm bisexual, right, Hangman?"
"But Phoenix and Bob?" Hangman splutters, as if recovering from an ordeal with a capital O. "I need the reason. Why would you pick them?"
You glance over at Phoenix, who is regarding both of them with a smug smirk. You don't dare look at Bob right now.
You smile, radiant and knowing, with a “Follow up questions aren’t part of the game, Hangman,” and breeze across the room for another can of wine, patting him on the shoulder.
"So..."
Five or so minutes later, Phoenix sidles up to you and sits on the arm of your chair, ignoring the perfectly good and empty chair in the corner. Her boot brushes against your leg.
She leans in, and Phoenix's familiar vanilla and amber scent washes over you.
"Am I allowed to ask a follow question?" A nod, and Phoenix looks kind of self-satisfied. Kind of smug. "Did you mean it? Or were you just kicking the chair out from under Hangman? Because..." She lowers her voice, all smoke and velvet. "I had fun with you before. Just us."
"Both..." You pause. "I kind of wanted to knock him on his ass, but also, I was very much serious."
Her smile widens, and Phoenix leans in more, brushing the shell of your ear in a puff of warm breath. "Meet me in my room in 20 minutes."
Her canine grazes your earlobe for a brief second.
You blink, dazed, and Phoenix is already walking away.
"What about...?"
What about Bob? is the question on the tip of your tongue, but obviously, you can't call that out in this room. He is still here somewhere.
She looks over her shoulder, dark eyes warm with want and promise, and mouths, "20," with a wink.
A little over 20 minutes later, Phoenix has your wrists pinned down on her soft sheets, nudging under your chin with her slender nose in search of the sensitive spot on the side of your neck.
Her bottom lip drags against it.
You bite down on a moan, and in retaliation, Phoenix bites the spot harder.
"I want to hear you," Phoenix murmurs, an order wrapped in a pretty bow. "You sound so pretty, angel."
She kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip between hers, making it impossible to bite down on.
And with intent, Phoenix slides a smooth thigh between your legs, dragging her knee against the red flash of fabric that covers your cunt and grinds down.
"Come on. Let me hear you."
A drawn out moan escapes your mouth, and right then, Bob walks in.
He closes the door behind him, oblivious, and then, spots you both and freezes.
"Phoenix?" Bob manages, sounding uncertain. His eyes are wide and blue behind the wire frames. "You said 30 minutes, right? Should I – I can come back. We can catch up another time."
Despite the words, Bob doesn't move. He looks down, cheeks pink and flushed, but doesn't move.
"Don't worry, Bob." Phoenix releases your arms and climbs over the edge of the mattress with a smile. Walks over to him in an electric blue bra and underwear set that looks downright radiant against her dark hair.
She looks like a goddess.
"You want him here, don't you, angel?"
She circles behind him, sliding the plaid button-down shirt from his broad shoulders. It crumples to the carpet without resistance as Bob raises his chin and meets your eyes.
"You told me before," Phoenix prompts. "Tell him."
He is watching you, waiting on your answer with bated breath.
A long breath releases from your mouth.
You push up on your elbows, then your knees, wanting to see him more clearly.
“Earlier with Hangman… I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted both of you. I want you – both of you – to fuck me."
His Adam’s apple moves as Bob swallows, sudden and hard.
He looks surprised. He shouldn't be.
He's always felt a little out of reach, so damn nice. You didn’t want to freak him out – or worse, offend him with a casual invitation to very casually fuck your brains out and maybe, let you suck his cock before or afterward.
You’re not picky. Whatever works for him.
You were pretty sure Bob was at least a little interested, but now... Bob only stares.
Phoenix gives him a gentle push and strolls over to the record player. She looks casual and languid, flipping through the records, but you're not so fooled. She's giving him a moment alone with you.
"Phoenix and I have... before, but I want you as much as I want her. Do you want me? is the only question, I guess."
He coughs into his elbow, messing with his lenses, which are fogging every so slightly. "I do. You're very pretty and nice, and I've... I mean, I do want you."
A smile dimples your cheek. "Oh, I'm pretty and nice, am I?"
"Shut up," Bob mutters under his breath with a slight smile. His ears are a little red.
You reach out and pull him closer to the mattress, pulling until Bob has to plant a knee on the edge to keep his balance. He watches you with wide eyes and says your name in a rush of breath – like a sharp wind over the ocean – and leans in, gravitating.
He cups your chin, slow and careful, pulling you in for a slow kiss that fizzles in your bloodstream like champagne. He is still giving you ample time to pull back and change your mind.
You deepen the kiss, even as Bob holds back.
You're still not sure Bob believes you.
Music swells from the corner, slow and sultry and sensual, as Phoenix settles behind you. She unlatches your bra and pushes it from your shoulders, running her fingers in soothing circles over the muscles.
She reaches between you and him, moving to cup your breasts, but at the last second, Phoenix skims her hand down the curve of your stomach and down and down, dipping under the waistband of your panties.
Clever fingers glide through your wetness, glancing off your clit in a tease that makes you whimper into Bob's mouth. A satisfied hum vibrates your back.
"So wet already, darling. We haven't done anything other than kiss you. You must really want us," Phoenix murmurs, warm against your ear, licking the sensitive patch of your neck again. "Come here, Bob."
She pulls you back from him with a hand around your throat – squeezing once, hard enough to make you feel light all over – and puts her glistening fingers in his open mouth.
His moan makes you even wetter.
You watch, breathless, as Bob closes his eyes and licks your taste from her fingers. His pupils are blown, eyes almost black, when Bob opens his eyes again.
His groan against your mouth is a rough sound, drawn out and unrepentant. He kisses you like religion, like a prayer.
Phoenix's voice is smug in your ear. "He believes me now."
You've been paired with Bob and Phoenix on enough exercises to know that the Naval aviators are an unstoppable pair in the air, cutting through the skies with grace and precision.
You'd imagined – more than once – that Bob and Phoenix would be an unstoppable pair in the bedroom as well. Sue you, okay? Who wouldn't?
Phoenix had been a force on her own, pinning you down and making your thighs shake over her shoulders; coaxing you to the edge and kicking you over without warning with a razor sharp smile that bordered on mean.
Bob always seemed so quiet. Seemed so unassuming.
But Bob dated, and on the one and only occasion the WSO brought a date back to the shared apartment complex, all of the Daggers had heard about the dying cat sounds that'd been loud enough to bleed through the walls. Hangman had been relentless.
You were seemingly the only one who could put the admittedly horrendous moaning aside and remember the other sounds.
(Oh, oh, Bob, oh, Bob. Fuck me. So good.)
You knew Phoenix was good in bed.
You had a feeling about Bob.
Together?
You were absolutely and without a shadow of a doubt right.
Phoenix is in the backseat for once but never ever on the sidelines. She seems to sense that the WSO might still need more reassurance, might need some control to feel wanted here.
She focuses on you, nibbling your neck and pinching your aching nipples, as Bob rests on the red and orange pillows, watching you swallow his cock, mesmerized.
You pull back, keeping him half in your mouth and circling his base with your hands, and run your tongue along the sensitive underside of him.
He bobs in your mouth, letting out a rough curse.
"Are you sure?" Bob had asked before, stilling the hands that were reaching for his zipper, running a thumb across the veins at the base of your wrist. "We can start with something else. I don't want you to feel pressure."
"Positive. I've wanted to suck your cock for about six months now."
He blinked, looking even more owlish with his glasses on the nightstand. "Six months? You've only been here for like six months."
You cut in, "And I wanted to suck your cock the whole damn time. Any other questions?"
He audibly swallowed, and Phoenix grinned.
You could easily get lost in him – lose minutes, even hours with the weight of him on your tongue and the sound of his broken moans in your ears – but Phoenix is too impatient to let that happen.
She nudges your soaked underwear to the side and pushes one, two, three of her fingers inside of you. You're wet enough that Phoenix doesn't meet any resistance.
"She's so fucking wet for you, Bob. Jesus Christ," Phoenix moans. A wet kiss is pressed into the curve of your shoulder, against the nape of your neck. "Should I make her come?"
God... and Phoenix says it like, What do you think, Bob? Am I clear? Should I take the shot?, in the same voice from the air. Asking him to weigh the pros and cons. Deferring to his decision.
You'll never be able to be paired with them on a drill again and not remember.
You would breathe a sigh of relief when Bob nods, except for... well, obvious reasons. You swallow around him, and Bob leaks against the back of your throat.
You're already aching, and Phoenix is pressing the heel of her palm against your clit. Pleasure is building in the pit of your stomach, and you need, you need, you –
"Or..." Phoenix drawls, easing up on the pressure, all casual and unaffected. She works you open, steady and constant, pinching the thigh that tries to rock you against her hand. "I could edge her for you. Make her wait to come on your cock."
God, Phoenix can be mean in bed. You'd almost forgotten.
You kind of hate her for it right now.
(You really don't.)
You whimper around Bob's cock and clench around Phoenix's fingers at the same time, digging your nails into the pale skin of Bob's muscular thighs, already bruised with a small love bite from earlier.
An abrupt fuck spills from Bob's bitten lips.
He pulls out of your mouth without warning, squeezing a hand around his base and screwing his eyes closed to keep from coming right then and there.
"Jesus Christ, Phoenix."
"So Bob seems to like that idea," Phoenix observes, almost conspiratorially. Her fingers catch your chin. "What about you, pretty girl? You want to come now or on Bob's cock?"
You are a little out of breath but no less certain.
"Do I even have to answer that?"
As a reward, Phoenix slips her tongue in your mouth and starts all over again, ever careful to pull back at the exact right moment when your breaths are short and your gaze is glassy and unfocused.
You are shaking and warm all over when Phoenix is satisfied, running her fingers through the arousal that slicks the inside of your thighs, underwear long discarded on the floor somewhere now.
"Can I..."
You are on your back now, and Bob leans over and sucks your nipples in his mouth. You lose focus, running your fingers over the hard length of him, smearing his pre-cum over the head.
"Can you what?" Phoenix prompts, ghosting a knuckle over your swollen clit. You quiver.
"I want to eat you out. Didn't get to do that last time, remember?"
You seize Bob's shoulder, keeping him pressed against your chest, and Bob makes a pleased sound, content to lavish your breasts with licks and nibbles right now.
You continue, "I want to eat you out while Bob fucks me."
"Well," Phoenix replies, breezily, brushing her hair over her shoulder and bends to suck on your other nipple. "We can probably make that work."
"Fuck," Bob breathes again.
You've never heard him curse so much, not even in actual missions.
A content sigh pushes everything else from your brain.
You lick at Phoenix again, licking a stripe up the center of her cunt, drowning in the warmth and silk, as Bob pushes into you from behind, bare and hard and so goddamn big.
Fuck is right.
"God..." Bob moans against your damp skin, pulling out and easing back in again. His accent comes out in bits and pieces, smoothing the edges from his words. "Feel so good. S'good for me. So good for us, darlin'."
You melt at the praise and nuzzle deeper into Phoenix with a sigh of pleasure, circling her clit with a content hum that makes her breath go all uneven and shuddering.
Satisfaction slides down your spine, warm and consuming.
You could stay here for hours between them. You would.
She's quick to instruct and correct, but once you're in a rhythm with your fingers hooked inside, Phoenix is nothing but moans and sighs and oh god, so good, oh god.
She comes in your mouth with a sharp gasp and rolls out from under you, which leaves Bob with enough room to double his efforts now.
He presses praise against your neck, circling his fingers around your clit with precision and attention; urging you to come for him with gentle pleas and deep thrusts and blissfully, a well-placed palm against your aching cunt.
You shatter around him as Bob spills inside of you.
Oh my god are the only words that are forming in your head right now. You want to say something else.
Holy shit maybe.
We should definitely do that again even.
But Phoenix doesn't give you even a second of peace.
"You're a mess, angel," Phoenix comments, light and almost mocking. She spreads your legs wide and looks you over. "Let me."
You expect Phoenix to wipe you down, but instead, Natasha presses her mouth against your sensitive cunt.
Stars erupt in your vision. Galaxies.
She licks and licks every inch of you, holding down your shaking legs, until you come again, damn near crying from the overstimulation, shuddering.
Wetness dampens the sheets underneath you, and Phoenix licks the cum that drips down your legs, some yours, some Bob's, and kisses you right on the mouth.
You definitely mean to get your clothes and pee and everything after, but Bob is warm against your side. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and passes out with an arm across your chest.
Sleep pulls you under soon after.
Phoenix is the first one to leave the bed and even then, only to put on a quieter record and go right back.
note: is she the filthiest smut piece i've ever written? maybe. she's named after red wine supernova by chappell roan, which is so fun and so queer and worth a listen 💖 leave a comment before i regain an ounce of shame.
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𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂'𝐒
NATASHA "PHOENIX" TRACE
Helping Hands
Phoenix has had a long day. She knows the only thing that will make her feel better is coming home to you and getting a little help to unwind.
Guard Dog
natasha has a hot girlfriend and is ready to fight as long as she keeps wearing low-rise jeans.
Sundress Season
phoenix isn’t the biggest fan of summer. it’s hot, humid, and penny’s niece has a thing for sundresses. a few too many drinks, and phoenix is letting her know exactly how she feels about them.
BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW
Rooster's Brood Part 2
The squad gets a little surprise in the form of Rooster spawn.
Little Black Shirt
Knowing how much Bradley loves your breasts, you decide to surprise him with a new shirt which leads to you guys trying something new.
Sunflowers
Bradley’s always been good at saying things he doesn’t mean, but he’s even better at saying things that he does.
Green-Eyed Rooster
when rooster gets jealous
Sub Rosa
After months of sneaking around, and a few weeks of not seeing each other, Rooster and Reader get a few minutes to themselves at Ice’s birthday party.
The Vice Admiral's Niece
At a yearly Navy dinner, Vice Admiral Simpson decides to bring his niece to get her out of the house after a breakup. She isn't thrilled until a certain aviator catches her eye all night.
Let Me Love You
Bradley has been dealt a shitty hand in life, and he's determined to protect himself from getting hurt again. Everything is turned upside down when you blow into his life looking like everything he swears he doesn't want.
Love to lie
Your worst fear is recognized when Bradley’s jet goes down with him in it. You’re not sure why you’re still his emergency contact, you’d broken up two weeks ago, but when you rush into the hospital room, you discover that you have a chance to fix the mistake you’d been cursing yourself for. The only problem is, you have to lie to Bradley, and you discover that you love doing it if it means you get to be with him again.
Skittles in Vodka
Almost a decade ago, Rooster ended up stranded in the desert. Thankfully an Army caravan was around to pick him up, and there he met the woman he loved. Unfortunately, he never got her name. Now a certain candy drink reminds him of her.
Bradley's Girl
you’re the perfect girl for Jake. You’re pretty, kind, funny, smart. You could have him on his knees for you if you’d ask. But you’re Bradley’s girl.
JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN
De-instigating the Instigator
To the surprise of everyone, Jake Seresin does have an off button
It's All About You
4 times Jake thought about marrying you and the 1 time he did.
Middle Of A Memory
Jake Seresin was an asshole, everyone knew it. He flew with confidence and held a cocky smirk. Behind every cocky smirk and snark remark was you, built into his memories, memories he always lived in.
A Formal Reprimand
Above all else, Jake prided himself on his spotless Naval record. When his wife inadvertently causes him to be formally reprimanded during deployment, he plans to give her a fair share of the punishment when he gets home.
All You Had To do Was Stay
Six years ago Jake hit your life like a hurricane. In and out in a matter of weeks. You thought after you get over the disappointment of him leaving without saying a word you’d never think of him again. But then two pink lines change your life forever. Now he’s back and still has no idea that the little girl by your side is his daughter.
ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD
Flashes
you buy a special set of lingerie when you know you're ovulating and Bob asks if he can take pictures of you while you fuck.
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Something about them just makes me smile
They literally have been the reason my days lately haven’t been as bad
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✧ THE FOUNTAIN OF YOU ✧
a/n: i am not responsible for how filthy this fic. it just kept getting dirtier the longer i typed and now it's just porn very little plot. this is my first ever phoenix fic! i've had one in my wips for months now, but never actually felt great enough to complete it. so now that this is out and posted, i might actually go back and look at the old wip. for now i hope y'all enjoy!
day fourteen - nipple play + scissoring | kinktober 2023
summary: "somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. the missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart."
word count: 2.2k+
pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, nipple play, scissoring, cumplay sort of, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, dom!phoenix.
“Tell me what you like and I’ll do it to you.”
Words spoken against your ear in the midst of chaos. You came to the bar in the hopes of having a drink to dispel the day of all its stress. A small moment to yourself before you went home to an empty apartment and an even emptier bedroom. The interaction hadn’t started out as anything at first. You ran into her—literally—as you were trying to squeeze through the crowd to find a seat. And she led you to a stool before depositing a beer in front of you with a wink.
That was that. You watched her walk away to join a group of people wearing the exact same uniform as her.
Until it was her turn to find something to drink, and she found herself leaning against the bar, talking to you. The hand nearest to your body found itself curled around your hip to keep you close as someone shoved behind you. Her face tilted close in order for you to hear her better over the noise.
And that’s when she said it. The words that practically burned a hole in your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.
Not a minute passed before you were dragging her in by the collar and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. All in the hopes that you weren’t reading this situation wrong. She had smiled, cupped the nape of your neck, and tugged you back in. Her tongue sliding along your bottom lip with enough eagerness to have your body melting against hers. Your soft moan being swallowed and traded in for a happy hum.
Twenty minutes later you found yourself in the passenger seat of her car, a hand between your thighs—shoving up the skirt you wore for work.
“Fuck you’re wet,” she murmured, fingers sliding between your folds and gathering the sticky wetness that practically drenched the seat of her car. A grin formed on her lips, eyes darkening by the second.
“F-Fuck—”
“You like that baby?” She sunk a finger into you, pulling a soft moan from your lips, your body shifting to give her better access.
Nodding, you did what you could to make the angle easier for her, aching to feel another finger slip into you. But Phoenix was a master at patience. You had yet to find that out, only grasping at what she’d told you in the bar. Small pieces of her life and the job she led when she wasn’t taking the time to enjoy her life. Although from what you gathered she could barely enjoy it, only given a certain amount of time before she was called back again.
She curled another finger into you, a smile blooming on her face when you keened, head falling back into the seat and eyes fluttering shut. The top of your shirt was unbuttoned, bra pushed away, and as she rolled to a stop in the middle of a desolate street, she leaned over. Taking your nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. The squelch of her fingers pumping into you echoed in the small space of her car, but that only made everything build so much more.
You could feel the sensation you normally had to fight for. The sparks that ran down your spine, curling low in your stomach, and suddenly you found yourself right there. On the edge of cumming all over her hand.
Grasping onto her neck, you kept her mouth to your breast, a high whine ripping from your throat. Your hips bucked into her hand, clit catching on the edge of her palm. It was too much. Nearly overwhelming you as she continued to work you over the edge, rising quickly to capture your mouth in a debauched kiss as you broke. It rolled through you like a fucking tidal wave. Nearly sending you crashing into her body. A cry bounced off the car’s interior, body trembling when she continued to stimulate you.
Yet her kiss was different. Soft and inviting. As if she was placing a promise there on your smeared lipstick—something that told you she wasn’t done with you yet.
“We’re almost there,” she breathed against your lips, sliding her fingers out of you and pulling out a soft whine. “You wanna be a good girl for me and just sit here looking pretty?”
You nodded, eyes wide and lips parted as she placed her fingers in her mouth, moaning at the taste. The cool air felt strange against your exposed cunt; eliciting a feeling you’d never experienced before. You liked this. Being bare for her to see, but also whoever might catch a quick view in a passing car. It made you feel wanted, as if you were finally desired in a way no one had made you feel before.
Phoenix caught the sheepish look on your face, eyes glimmering with desire. The grin spread across her face again, eyes tracing down the curve of your breasts as they hung against your body. The shiny slick that was smeared on the inside of your thigh—continuing to leak steadily on the seat of her car.
“Look at you sweetie.” She pressed a hand to your thigh, nail tracing the skin softly until you shivered. “Do you like being exposed for me?”
Your gaze snapped to her, heat spreading beneath the skin of your cheeks. “I— Yeah.”
She rounded a corner into a small street of houses. Well in all honesty they could barely be construed as houses. They were more cottages than anything else. But you could recognize the blue car from the bar parked across the street where she stopped—her place resembling each one.
Although on a closer inspection you realized her home stood out just a bit more. The flowers in the front were a beautiful array of pinks and reds. Comfortable chairs were set out on the porch, each one with a pillow—a table in between that seemed to be used for morning coffees. Her home looked warm. Soft in all the ways she was, yet still holding onto that aspect of safety she exuded the second you ran into her.
“C’mon,” she said softly, tapping your thigh and drawing up the top of your shirt. “I’ll make you a coffee.”
“You don’t have to,” you replied, pulling down your skirt as you got out, keeping yourself covered as she led you up the front walkway.
She shrugged, opening the door with ease and discarding her jacket on a hook. “I want to.”
So you found yourself curled on her couch, a cup of coffee in your hands, and a soft song playing in the background. You spoke to her about your life. Your job and how it was slowly starting to grate on your nerves. The dreams you wished you had pursued instead of a boring cubicle that kept you hidden from the world. And she returned in kind. Telling you about what being a pilot for the Navy was actually like. Especially when it came down to being a woman in the Navy.
The clock ticked on the mantle, several hours passing, yet you found that time moved far too quickly around her. You wanted to stay here. To wake up and enjoy coffee on the porch, to see what the remainder of her house looked like. But what you were there for stared at you in the face—the want from earlier slowly seeping back into your veins.
“How’s the coffee?” she asked, already knowing that the drink had gone cold in favor of you staring at the way her top was unbuttoned. The curve of her breasts peeking out.
“Hm?” You jolted back to the present, mouth watering and eyes slightly dazed. “Oh. It’s delicious.”
“It’s cold.”
That all too delicious heat returned once more, spreading up your neck. “I was…um…”
She smiled, pulling the mug out of your hands and depositing it on the table—her other hand curling around your jaw. “You’re really cute. Anyone ever tell you that?”
Even if you wanted to answer, the words were stuck on your tongue as she moved closer. Her lips finding yours in the dimly lit room. Swallowing your soft whine with her tongue that slid deeply against yours. Her other hand gripped your hip, tugging you forward until you had no choice but to curl your leg around her. Finding yourself in her lap, her hands tugging at your top to get it off. You had come to the conclusion that she liked to toy with your nipples. Her teeth latched onto one again, laving her hot tongue along it until you were grinding against her.
“Oh f-fuck,” you choked, gripping onto the back of her neck. “Wanna taste you.”
She grinned against your skin. “You will baby. You will. I’ve got something in mind first though.”
Nodding before she could tell you what it was, you let her push you off the couch as her hands grasped for your skirt. The way she stripped you was slow. Soft touches and whispered compliments of how pretty you were. All of it mixing to make your head spin, your chest heaving with the breaths that left you quicker than you could take them in. She consumed you with her eyes, made you feel everything with her hands, and yet…you wanted more.
You wanted to sear tonight in your mind. Forever remembering the way she had taken you apart so delicately.
She led you to the floor, her clothes now discarded in the same pile as yours—her mouth devouring you in a kiss that made your body burn. Fingers slid down your hips, tracing the soft lines that stretched across your hips, and dipped her tongue along yours. Tasting the coffee off your tongue. Phoenix found she preferred the bitterness from your mouth over her mug—the flavor sensual and rich.
“Spread your legs for me baby,” she murmured against your jaw.
You listened to her without hesitation, allowing her to completely take the reins—putting your mind at ease for the first time all week. It felt euphoric to be this willing for her. To let her mold you however she wanted. There was something about her that pulled at your body—calling to you in a way it hadn’t before. Hovering over you, she watched with parted lips and red stained cheeks as she slid into position. Her cunt pressing over yours until her slick coated the top of your mound.
A depraved grunt echoed in her chest, nails digging into your thigh as she watched your face contort in pleasure. A gasp ripping from your chest when she moved. Her hips grinding over yours perfectly. You felt her clit, felt the way her cunt spread just right causing her slick to mix with yours.
“So pretty for me,” she whispered, cupping your breast and running a thumb over your nipple. She moved higher, cupping your chin in her soft palm, thumb now moving to press against your bottom lip—easing your mouth open. “Should I ride this perfect mouth next?”
Your eyes nearly rolled back. “Please.”
“I’ll cum in your mouth next baby.” It was a promise. Not a question. You knew that the second the words hit your ears and it made another wave of heat rush over your body.
“N-Natasha—” You shuddered when she dragged along your cunt, her hand curving around your hip to hold you in place.
A moan left her lips, forehead scrunched and eyes focused on the way you practically leaked for her—coating her inner thighs. “Gonna cum over this pussy first though.”
“Oh fuck,” you gasped, fingers clawing at the carpet beneath you.
“You want that sweetie?”
You nodded, gaze snapping back to her as she leaned down, her lips wrapping around your nipple. She rode you even harder, her hips colliding with yours and suddenly you found you could hardly breathe. The burning thrill of pleasure now overtaking your entire body. When her teeth latched onto your nipple, breath hot against your skin, you felt everything fall into place. The feelings she had wrought from you now laid bare along the rug. Just as you were.
They told you that this was more. That you would wake up to see her again.
Her voice moaning your name against your body undid your very being. The last drag of her clit against yours ripped free a broken shout as you fell over the edge. It was powerful. Nearly sending you into a state of dizziness, but you let it consume you completely—drowning you in the scent of her perfume, the feel of her body against yours.
She followed soon after, keeping her promise. Cumming with a shout, she pressed her lips to yours, her his jerking over you until it became too much. But you felt the wetness against your cunt. The way it trailed down your ass and into the carpet. No doubt staining the color.
“Where the fuck have you been all this time?” she breathed against your lips, a smile being pressed into her small kiss.
You felt a flutter go through your chest, as she moved, pulling you into her lap until your knees were pressed to the floor. “Waiting for you I guess.”
“No more waiting,” she replied, hands sliding down to your ass and lips dragging along your jaw. “Stay.”
You could picture it in your mind. Sitting on that porch with her, drinking coffee in the mornings. Conversations that turned into flirting that turned into so much more. Somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. The missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart.
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The Backup [Masterlist] — Full length series
Summary: No strings attached sex never works, right? You and Jake Seresin have fallen into a bad pattern of seeking each other out for sex after dates go awry, but a year of being friends with benefits with Jake hasn’t been good for your dating life. Especially when the two of you are hiding your antics from your lifelong best friend Coyote and the rest of your tightly knit friend group. But what happens when you decide to take a step back and end the cycle with Jake to focus on your dating life? And why is it that all of the sudden Jake looks more irresistible than ever when you know he’s off limits?
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader
Status: Series is ongoing!
Overview:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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The Bronco Sex Diaries Pt1
Summary: A couple of drinks at the hard deck make your boyfriend absolutely insatiable for you. Bradley just wished that Hangman would not have witnessed the two of you
Paring: Bradley Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader
Words: 1,2k
Warning: just porn, no plot, 18+ MDNI!!, oral sex (m!recieving), car sex, dirty talk, a splash of daddy kink , praise kink/ degradation kink
A/N: English is not my first language, please be aware that there will be mistakes. Feedback is always appreciated
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You and Bradley spend your Saturday evening with the dagger squad at the hard deck playing pool and drinking beer while chatting about their upcoming mission, which will take Bradley at least 2 months away from you.
You were not entirely sure if it was because of all the shots Phoenix made your drink, the upcoming deployment or the fact that Bradley wore his brown-green Hawaiian shirt, which matched fantastically with the color of his eyes – all you knew was that the man besides you looked like a fallen god who needs to get his dick sucked as soon as you could make it work.
„Would you say that you are a focused driver?”, you say smiling sheepishly at your boyfriend.
Bradley, who is currently sitting behind the wheel of his bronco, eyes narrowed on the street and one hand resting on your thigh, shots you a confused look.
“Yeah, I think so”.
“Great”, you state enthusiastically, before you loosen your seatbelt and bend over to open your boyfriends’ pants.
“Whoa, Baby Girl. What are you doing?”, Bradley asks wide eyed, still trying to focus on the street.
“I guess that’s quite obvious, Honey. Could you please lift your hips for me?” you ask eagerly while trying to peel him out of his blue jeans.
Always the obeying lieutenant Bradley lifts his hips to give you your desired access. “Baby”, he starts but at that exact moment you slip your hand insides his briefs and instead of the words he wanted to say, he lets out a deep groan.
You slowly pump his half hard dick while you stare amazed at your boyfriend, who tries his hardest to not let fully go into your touch and close his eyes in enjoyment.
“Baby”, he murmured. “Shhhhh”, you make while pulling him out of his shorts.
“Please let me do this for you, Daddy”, you plead. “Need to feel you in my mouth so bad. Could not think about anything else while we were out with our friends. You looked so good when you played pool with Jake. Had to think about sucking you off the whole time”.
“Fucking hell”, Bradley groans. “Take what you need, Baby. I’m all yours”.
He leans back in his seat to give you better access while you sank your head down and wrap your lips around his already leaking tip.
You slowly start to get into a steady rhythm, trying to get him deeper down your throat with every bob. His right hand founds it way into your messed up hair, guiding you down his cock.
“God, Baby. You’re so good for me. Taking me so well. My perfect little slut. Could not think about anything else, huh? Always so needy for your daddy?”, he asks with a smirk.
You nod eagerly, trying to ignore the growing wet patch in your panties. The one hand which you had previously wrapped around the base of his cock, wanders lower to teasingly squeeze his balls, just like you know he loves it.
“Fuck”, he moans, happy that the car was now parked in front of a red light, giving him the chance to close his eyes for a moment and enjoy the treatment he was given.
At least until the very moment he watched a familiar looking white jeep pull up next to his window. “Fuck!”, he repeats his earlier words now completely horrified since you absolutely show no ambition to stop your motions.
No, instead you were now able to take him deep enough that the tip of his cock brushes the back of your throat.
“Fuck”, he repeats again, trying desperately not to buck his hips up while no one else but Jake Seresin rolls the window of Coyotes passenger seat down and grins at him.
Bradley, who has no choice but to roll his own window down, shots you a warning glare, which you retort by winking at him, while you let your tongue follow the thick veins of the bottom of his cock.
“Bradshaw”, Hangman grins. “Long time no see”.
“Hangman, Coyote”, Bradley greets his work colleagues who he just left about 15 minutes ago.
“Where’s your girlfriend?”, Coyote asks from his driver seat, brows furrowed in concern.
“Oh”, Rooster starts, but then you gently suck his tip while squeezing his balls accordingly. It took all his willpower to not moan into Hangman’s face.
Bradley clears his throat, opening his mouth trying desperately to find an excuse he could tell his friends while you were sucking the dear life out of him.
Just before he could say something dumb, Jake stumbles as he leans his head out the window.
“Yeah Bradshaw”, Jake starts, a shit eating grin slowly starting to form on his lips. “Where is your girlfriend?”.
With a loud and satisfying plop you let go of your boyfriend’s dick and come eye to eye with your friends, while your hand wanders from his balls back to his dick, pumping him in a steady rhythm.
You smile at the two aviators. Coyote looking at you with his mouth wide open while the gleam in Jakes eyes was clearly to identify as respect. And jealousy.
“If you could excuse us, gentlemen, we need to get home cause I desperately need my boyfriend to fuck me senseless. I wish you a wonderful night”, you say kindly, still pumping Bradley who had his eyes focus on the traffic lights, lips pressed together.
You press a loving kiss to his cheek, nodding towards the lights that now switches to green.
Bradley takes the hint, pressing the foot on the gas not bothering to say his goodbyes.
“Holy Shit”, Bradley says in absolute disbelief. You smile at him cheekily. “Yeah. That was something to remember”. He rolls his eyes. “Do you at least want to finish what you started, Baby?”
“Sure thing, Daddy”, you grin, head already back on its way down his throbbing cock.
You hollow your cheeks to fit him better into your mouth, your rhythm is fast.
“Fuck”, he moans.
“Gonna reward you so good when we’re home, Baby Girl. Gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop. Gonna pull orgasm after orgasm from you. Until your thighs are soaked with the mess you made, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, and you beg me to stop. Does that sound good to you, Baby?”
You nod eagerly, knowing he was close now because you feel his cock twitching in your
mouth.
“Yeah? You wanna be my good little fuck toy, don’t you? First you want to make daddy happy with a blow job and then you want him to use your pussy. To own you? Want him to punish you for embarrassing him in front of his friends? Fuck”, he moans as he pulled the Bronco into the driveway of your shared home.
As soon as the car stand still his hips thrust up into your face, tears now streaming down your cheek as he came with a deep groan shooting his warm cum into your mouth. You swallow eagerly, lifting your head up.
“Hi, Baby”, Bradley smiles at you.
“Hi, Sailor”, you smile back. “Want to go inside and do all the stuff you promised?”
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Call Out Our Names - Bob x f!reader x Phoenix
(moodboard made by me, Top Gun Maverick screencaps by hd-screencaps, rest free-pik.com)
Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x afab!reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace
Requested? yes
Rating: M – MDNI 18+
Word count: 3244
Warnings: why choose, threesome (FFM), oral (f!receiving), bi!reader, soft dom!Bob, definitely pleasure dom!Phoenix, Bob Floyd fucks, and so does Phoenix, fingering, unprotected PinV (be smart and wrap it, folks)
Summary: When your best friend, Mickey, invites you to come stay with him in San Diego for a bit, you didn’t expect that to lead you to meet two new people who would catch your eye immediately. Only problem is: you don’t think, they’re the sharing type. But maybe – just maybe – you’re wrong?
Read on ao3
Taglist: @high-speed-r
A/N: Thank you for sending in that lovely request, anon! Hope, you’ll enjoy what my brain cooked up. (Cause those two definitely have me in a constant state of bi panic) And I’m so sorry for the long wait 😭 Please accept my first humble offering to @attapullman’s International Bob Floyd Fucks month.
You didn’t quite know what to expect when Mickey had told you, you’d both be going to a BBQ at his former instructor’s home. In fact, you had no idea what to expect of your time in San Diego at all. Mickey, your best friend since kindergarten and WSO for the Navy, was now stationed permanently in San Diego for the foreseeable future and, thus, had invited you out to stay with him for a bit. “You can meet the squad and you can relax. Most importantly, relax. I know, you’ve probably been working yourself to the bone again,” he’d said.
And, though you would never admit it, he wasn’t wrong. Running an animal accessory boutique in Northern Cali, as well as volunteering at your local animal shelter and running the shelter’s social media accounts were more than enough to have you falling into your bed face first at the end of the day. But you’d also recently started remote classes for a degree in psychology and social services, trying to establish a program in your town that would bring together veterans and pets that needed foster homes or new, permanent homes. To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. You didn’t think, you’d ever get rid of the tiredness in your bones. So, while you felt guilty for going away at all, your boss at the shelter had urged you to take some time off. And then Mickey had offered his guest room.
And now you were standing in Captain Mitchell’s backyard, who’d introduced himself as Pete. “Although Maverick or Mav are both fine, too,” he’d joked given that most of the squad called him Mav now. Mickey had introduced you to everybody and while Hangman and Coyote had both flirted with you (after Mickey had made it clear that you were just friends), you couldn’t keep your eyes from wandering to Bob and Phoenix, both standing next to Rooster and Mav and helping with the BBQ.
You know, you’d caught their eyes wandering back to you multiple times by now. Especially since Bob was now sporting a blush that surely had little to do with the heat from the grill. But you had yet to exchange more than polite hellos with either of them – and you wanted to, badly.
“You can talk to them, you know,” Mickey said, nudging you with his elbow in your side when he caught your thousand-yard-stare.
You jumped slightly, brought back to reality by your best friend’s teasing hint. “I-I…? What?” you sputtered before opting to just keep your mouth shut entirely. He was right. You could go over there and introduce yourself. You wanted to, after all. But you were taken aback by the ferocity of your own desire.
“They don’t bite. Well, Nat might. But Bob usually doesn’t.”
You tear your gaze away from their backs – you were 99,9% sure, they should’ve felt your stare burning into their flesh anyway – and turn to look at your best friend. “You think? But—”
“No buts. Just go over there, talk to them and, most importantly, relax and have fun.” He gave you a little shove with his hand on the small of your back in the direction of the grill.
Phoenix saw you first, nodding at you before lightly tapping on Bob’s shoulder, so you’d have his attention as well. He turned around, the light blue eyes behind his gold-wire-rimmed glasses immediately locked onto yours and you could feel the heat creep up your own neck and into your cheeks.
“Y/N, right?” Phoenix asked and you nodded. “What’s up? Need us to save you from Bagman?”
You chuckled at the variation of Hangman’s callsign. Mickey hadn’t been able to tell you much from his last deployment, but he had told you why people called Hangman Hangman, or sometimes Bagman in Phoenix’s case. “Uh, no. Came over here to talk to the two of you, actually.” You nervously put a strand of hair back behind your right ear.
“You-you did?” Bob asked, his eyes now wide with surprise before he exchanged a quick look with Phoenix, who was now smiling at you like she knew how to read your thoughts and knew exactly what you had on your mind.
“Yeah, I did. I do.”
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You still had no idea how you’d gone from talking and laughing with Phoenix and Bob in Mav’s backyard to now having Phoenix steal the breath from your lungs with a searing kiss as Bob tried to open his front door. You couldn’t help the whimper rising in your throat when you felt Phoenix’s thigh wedge itself between your legs and bump against your core.
You heard Bob groan next to you as the door finally gave way and the three of you tumbled inside. It didn’t take long for him to retake his spot behind you, the heat radiating off his body making you shiver. His hands drifted down your sides and to your hips as Phoenix’s came up to massage your breasts over your bra and shirt. You openly moaned against her mouth, eliciting a chuckle from her.
“Somebody’s sensitive,” Bob murmured against your ear. “You know,” he continued, gently taking your earlobe between his teeth and quickly tugging, “I’m not usually one for sharing. But I’ll make an exception this time. If you let me take the lead, Nat.”
Phoenix pulled back from the kiss, chuckling as you chased after her lips, having grown addicted to her taste after just a few minutes. “Can’t promise that, but I’ll try.”
“Fine by me. Now, let’s get ourselves to the bedroom, shall we?” Bob grumbled against your neck and you nodded furiously. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your core throbbed in time with your heartbeat. All you could think was desire, all you could feel was how their touches and kisses set your body ablaze even through your clothes. Fuck, this was definitely not what you’d envisioned when you’d accepted Mickey’s invitation. But it was so much better than what your brain could have ever come up with.
Somehow, the three of you had made it into Bob’s bedroom without falling, your bodies fused together and limbs tangled. It was a miracle, you thought, that you’d managed to take off your clothes at all. Leaving the three of you in just your underwear.
You licked your lips as your eyes raked over their forms, drawing a chuckle from Bob. “You like what you see, darlin’?” His eyes had darkened as his pupils had blown out with lust; Phoenix looked equally as hungry as you felt.
You nodded, your hands moving to cup him through his boxers. He groaned, snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to him to press his lips against yours. You sighed against his lips, easily allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. Then you felt Phoenix press her front against your back and nibble on your shoulder, her hands gripping your hips and guiding your movement as you rubbed against Bob’s thigh and crotch.
“Are you going to be a good girl for us, Y/N?” Phoenix whispered and you broke the kiss with Bob as you nodded.
“Yes, anything. I’ll do anything you want.” You’re pretty sure, your brain has actually stopped working as the only thing you cared about was the feeling of their bodies against yours, their touches, their kisses—the noises they made. So, you’re surprised, you can get any words out at all, let alone a full sentence.
“Eager, are we?” Bob mumbles, you blink up at him and barely catch the slightly smug smirk on his lips. The brief glimpse you got sent you reeling regardless, never having thought it possible for this softspoken, shy-looking man to be so dominant in the bedroom. Oh, you’d been wrong. So wrong. And you loved it. You’d forgotten what it was like to have somebody else make the decisions for you, to be able to just let yourself fall, relax and enjoy pleasure.
“Maybe just a little bit?” you replied in equally hushed tones. Your voice drifted off into a sigh when Phoenix’s fingers brushed your core over your soaked panties. Your head falls back against her shoulder.
She clicked her tongue at you. “You’ve ruined your panties, pretty girl. Soaked through them cause you want us so badly, hm?” You whimpered in response, her touch growing firmer, rubbing circles over your pubic mound, but the pressure wasn’t enough against your clit.
“What, can’t even answer us anymore? We’ve barely touched you, darlin’.” You squeezed your eyes shut and your thighs together, essentially trapping Phoenix’s hand between them at Bob’s words. Condescension and lust were dripping off his voice like honey—or drops of oil, only adding fuel to the flames of desire raging through your veins. You reached out your hands for the hem of his boxers, you managed to begin dragging them down over his hips. You slipped out of Phoenix’s grasp on your own hips and were about halfway to your knees in front of them before Bob stopped you by grabbing your wrists.
He shook his head at you, you blinked at him in response, wide-eyed. Had you done something wrong? The question must have been clearly written on your face because he shook his head again, gently cupped your jaw with one of his hands. His thumb stroked over the skin of your cheek and you leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering closed at the touch. Bob cleared his throat and brought your gaze back to his face.
“Not that I’m not dyin’ to find out what your mouth feels like around my cock, we can do that another time.” Another time. You almost lost your mind at the implication of doing this again. And your mind was already tirelessly spinning out of control in the haze of lust and promised touches. Bob continued, “Why don’t you get on your knees on that bed, ass in the air and show Nat just how badly you wanna please us?”
You heard her groan above you at the implication and you nodded. At this point, you couldn’t give a single fuck anymore about how needy you’d come off to them. You needed them, wanted them, practically burned with the need to please them and have them take care of you in return. Your body should have turned to ashes by now with how hot you felt. However, despite the desire making your every motion feel hazy and inefficient, you managed to climb onto the bed. You hadn’t noticed Phoenix getting comfortable with her back propped up against the headboard. She reached out one of her hands for you and you took it, scooting up until you were almost kneeling in her lap.
“Come here,” she whispered and drew you in by your hand. The other landed on your neck and jaw. She pulled you ever closer, until your breasts brushed hers just as her lips captured yours in a honey-sweet kiss that did nothing to hide the hunger burning underneath her skin, too. You kissed her back, desperate now that you’d gotten a taste, and tried to deepen the kiss. But then you felt Bob’s hands come to rest on your hips, his thumbs drawing soothing circles onto your skin when you’d jumped at the unexpected contact.
Just as Bob pulled your hips and ass backwards and up towards him, Phoenix pushed you down with a hand on your shoulder until your upper body rested on the mattress between her legs. Your face was now eye-level with her bare pussy. When had she taken the time to take off her own panties? You barely had time to wonder, let alone voice the question, when Bob’s lips on your lower back drew a sigh and a shudder from you.
His lips briefly brushed the shell of your ear as he let almost the whole, delicious weight of his body rest on top of yours, and whispered: “Go on, don’t be shy. Show us what that pretty mouth of yours can do, darlin’.” You almost whined when he withdrew from your back again and the cool air of the bedroom hit your heated skin. He hooked his
“What are you going to do, Bob?” Phoenix asked, the gaze from her half-closed eyes was glued to yours. You could see no hesitation in them and decided to just try and see what her reaction would be. You leaned forward and gave her pussy a tentative kiss, your eyes never leaving her face. When you saw her eyelids flutter, you grew bolder, licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit and then closed your lips around the bud.
“Fuck, Y/N. Knew your mouth would feel good,” Phoenix breathed and slipped one of her hands into your hair on the back of your head. “Keep going, pretty girl. Treating me so well. Use your fingers.” You did as asked, kitten-licking her again. You were about to suck on her clit and slip your index finger into her entrance, when Bob gripped your ass with both his hands and pulled you back against his face. Your mouth fell open and you couldn’t hold back the moan bubbling up your throat as he mirrored your actions. With the difference that the two fingers he was slipping inside of you felt deliciously thicker than your own, now pumping in and out Phoenix at a slow, cautious rhythm while you were figuring out what she liked.
Phoenix’s hand tightened in your hair, her fingertips digging into your skin as you kept going, moaning against her own slick core. You could feel her walls clench down on your fingers as you hooked them and brushed against the sweet spot. She let her head sink back against the headboard and a moan tumbled from her lips; the sound made your heart soar and your chest swell with pride.
“Fuck. You’re seriously missing out, Bobby,” Phoenix said, her voice breathless. And you saw her chest heave with every breath. You could hear Bob chuckle behind you.
“I believe you, Nat. But I’ve got a gorgeous little pussy over here, beggin’ for my attention.” He pressed another kiss to one of your ass cheeks, then he brushed his thumb over your clit, practically strumming the bundle of nerves as if he was trying out the feel and sound of a new guitar. You moaned against Phoenix again, letting your head fall away from her core.
You whimpered, felt your own release approach quickly while Phoenix’s walls pulsed around your fingers. “Please, Bob. I need you. Need to feel you.”
Bob didn’t stop his ministrations; instead, he put his free hand on your back, right in the middle of your shoulder blades and pushed you back down towards Phoenix. “I know, baby. We’ve got you, I promise. Just need you to come on my fingers first, can you do that for us, hm?” His weight was back against your back and you felt him press a kiss against the spot where your neck joined your shoulder.
You nodded, his weight on top of you and Phoenix’s hand that had now slipped from the back of your head to cup your cheek felt like the only things still anchoring you to this world. Otherwise, you were sure, you would fully lost yourself to the stream of pleasure. Phoenix whispering your praises and Bob encouraging you to keep eating her out and pumping your fingers in and out of her, had you clenching around his in your core. The tingling started in your toes and you hadn’t realized, you were curling them up until pleasure shot up your legs and spine to flare out through the rest of your body. Just as Phoenix sighed your name with a satisfied smile on her lips and her thighs clamped down over your ears, muffling any other sounds.
You came up, gasping for air, just as you could feel Bob nudge the head of his thick cock against your entrance. Phoenix drew you up and towards her to press her lips against yours in a kiss of gratitude. You gasped against her as Bob slowly pushed inside of you. One of his big hands was gently rubbing circles on your back, Phoenix reached down to your breasts. She grinned against your lips, you’d almost call it a smirk if you weren’t so lost in the way Bob’s cock was stretching you. Then, Phoenix took one of your lips between her fingers, only rolling it gently at first, before she gave it a quick, sharp twist. Something between a gasp and a moan escaped your mouth and you felt her chuckle more than you heard her. Your own heartbeat was too loud in your ears.
Bob quickly set a delicious pace of quick thrusts, never fully pulling out of your pussy or lifting his chest off your back. You faintly heard him groan against your ear, felt his breath leave his mouth in short pants against your skin. “Fuck, Y/N. You feel fucking heavenly. Takin’ me so well.”
“Faster, please. N-need you to go faster.” You had no idea how you’d managed to get the words out, let alone string together two whole sentences in the same instance. Your heart was pounding in your chest, hammering so hard against your ribcage, you thought, it was either going to burst or break through your ribs. Bob complied, moaning loudly as he felt your walls clench in response.
“I know, you’re close, darlin’. Come on. Be a good girl and come on my cock.” You maned at his words. But when you felt Phoenix shift slightly underneath you, then her fingers rubbing tight circles against your clit, you couldn’t hold back the scream any longer. Pleasure erupted inside you, the coil that had tightened in your belly finally snapping. You faintly heard Bob ask, if he could come inside you and you don’t know how you’d responded with a “Yes” loud enough for him to hear. He groaned, before mouthing at your neck and shoulder as his perfect rhythm faltered and his lips ultimately stilled inside you.
The two of you practically collapsed on top of Phoenix, your legs and arms no longer able to support both your weight as you desperately sucked air into your lungs. You heard her giggle underneath you and felt your lips stretch into a tired, fucked-out smile.
“That was…incredible.”
“Agreed. Now, let’s get ourselves cleaned up and cozy, shall we?” Phoenix asked. Bob only mumbled something you couldn’t quite understand beyond the ringing in your ears finally, slowly, subsiding.
You felt him pull out and whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness, your own limbs too heavy with exhaustion and the afterglow of pleasure to keep him on top of you. You had no idea how you formed the words leaving your lips next. “Can we…do this again, sometime?”
And you barely caught their affirmative responses as you tried your hardest not to drift off to sleep already. Damn it, Mickey had been right. This had been fun. And you never would have guessed, his invitation to stay with him for a couple days ever leading to anything like this. But you also weren’t about to complain. No, never that. Meeting Bob and Phoenix had been a godsent and you hoped, you could hold onto them in the future.
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hey! So I saw you writing for Natasha Trace and I'm absolutely obsessed with her. So I wanted to ask you if you would write a little smut with her ? Nothing very special but maybe her being a bit dominant and comes home after a long time. ( She finds out that reader has new nipple piercings and is absolutely obsessed?) If you don't like it or makes you uncomfortable ignore it.
have a great time!
yes, i absolutely would. quick little drabble because i am obsessed with the idea and lets be honest, nat would go crazy for nipple piercings
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"Fuck."
Nat stares shamelessly at your boobs, your bra still dangling from her fingers. You're panting, your heart thudding against your ribcage, your hands steadying against the wall she has you pressed up to.
"Fuck, baby", she mutters, dropping the bra and grabbing your waist again, pushing her hands against you greedily, splaying her fingers wide and pressing you further up against the wall, digging her palms into your skin as she takes you in.
She's been away for two months. Her deployment had taken two months.
Two months in which you hadn't said a single fucking word about getting nipple piercings.
"Fuck", Nat groans a third time, dragging her eyes up to yours before they immediately drop back down to your boobs.
"D'you like them?", you whine, your fingers cramping, desperate to reach out for her (it's been two goddamn months) but wanting to be good for her - you'd promised yourself you'd be good for her, had promised yourself you'd give her all the time she wanted to look at you. You'd known she would like them. But with her eyes so firmly on you now, you're getting nervous after all.
"Like them?", Nat breathes, dragging heavy circles against the bare skin of your stomach with her fingers. "I love them. Can I-"
She trails off, her hands stilling, and you nod eagerly.
"As long as you're careful", you whimper. Nat's already halfway through running her tongue over your nipples before you can even finish talking, eagerly flicking it against the silver buds that glint in the dim light of the hallway lamps shining through the opened door.
"I'll be careful", Nat grins, running her fingers up your skin, brushing them against your boobs, and lets her eyes flicker up to meet yours as she pauses. "With the piercings."
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natasha “phoenix” trace smut coming today
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natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader. | drabble.
￫ c/w: fingering, kissing, swearing.
￫ a/n: i saw this post here and i couldn’t stop thinking about this with natasha! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌
natasha dropped herself on your shared sofa and let her body finally relax against yours. her muscles became softer and her bones less stiff, as she melted into your familiar embrace. with great relief, she had shed her jumpsuit and exchanged it for far comfier clothes. a loose t-shirt and her boxers. her thighs were bare and warm against your fingertips, as you mindlessly ran them up and down.
“and then,” natasha continued her irritated story from her gruelling day at work. “he made us run the drill five times. five fucking times! if he wasn’t such a dick in the first place and kn—” her words came to a stuttering standstill and she looked down at her boxers where your hand had disappeared just below your knuckles.
your fingertips gently swiped through her warm folds and pressed a firm pressure onto her clit. her eyelashes fluttered and in return, you simply batted yours at her. your face was a look of pure innocence, but a wry smirk was twitching on your lips.
“you okay?” you asked with innocence still lacing your tone.
natasha let out a small laugh. “no, baby, you’re fine. the way you reached into my pants and started playing with me in the middle of my sentence just caught me off guard is all.”
you shrugged it off with a knowing smile and planted a soft kiss on her rosy cheeks. you encouraged natasha to continue her story, but your fingers stayed down her boxers, and they would continue to stay down there until natasha had all but forgotten her horrible day.
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slumber party kissing
synopsis: after a bachelorette party, you and phoenix have a sleepover.
pairing: natasha trace x fem!reader (c/s: comet)
warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni, explicit smut (oral sex, fingering, praise, condescension, phoenix has dom vibes), alcohol consumption, and language. (wc: 1.8K)
note: you can definitely read this as a standalone, but it's a direct prequel to supernova 💖 listen to naked in manhattan and red wine supernova by chappell roan for the vibes!
a huge shoutout to @sometimesanalice who mentioned a prequel back when i posted supernova and is the only reason i ever started writing this. tagging a few people who might be interested: @theharddeck @sebsxphia @sylviebell @callsignspark @lewmagoo @roosterbruiser @sushiwriterhere
You're a little drunk.
Margarita drunk, which is your sluttiest kind, personally.
You probably wouldn't have been so bold, so clumsily forward otherwise. You wouldn't gone about it a different way, one with less potential to publicly embarrass you.
"How big is your bed?"
A small smirk dances on her pink lips as Phoenix regards you, glowing pink in the magenta lights.
She wipes a lipstick print from the mouth of her own margarita glass. Sugar catches on her fingers, and with a quick and efficient swipe of her tongue, she licks them clean.
Leaning against the bar, Phoenix has to raise her voice to be heard over the music. "Why're you asking?"
You lean on her, dipping your chin over the elegant slope of her shoulder, and Phoenix holds your weight without question.
You slowly blink up at her from under long and dark lashes, jet black.
(You're wearing a new mascara, a waterproof one that promised you sensational lashes through a long night's worth of blood, sweat, tears, and whatever other bodily fluids might make an appearance at a multi-hour bachelorette party.)
"I dunno if I can make it home. Can I sleep over?"
You're being a little bit dramatic, probably a little whiney in all honestly. You could definitely go home. You just don't want to go home alone.
Her brow quirks, cool and calm and frustratingly unreadable. "We live on the same floor, Comet, I can walk you back."
A small pout forms on your lips, bottom lip jutted out and glossy.
"Payback called me with a wedding emergency when I was doing m' laundry..."
Which hadn't been an emergency at all, Payback had just wanted you to back him up on putting a song from The Godfather on the DJ's mix. You'd sided with the bride.
(Any sane person who'd already bought a dress for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding and didn't want to be un-invited would.)
"...and when I get back, I won't have any sheets on my bed."
She laughs. A low and sweet sound. "How about I come over and put your sheets on for you? We could..."
Phoenix is interrupted when the Maid of Honor waves at you both and cups her hands around her mouth and yells, "Uber'll be here in 10. Ten minutes!"
She forms a 1 and a 0 with her fingers, and when Phoenix nods, vanishes in a sea of pink lights and reflective disco balls and bodies.
You're disappointed but do your best not to look too bummed.
How long is 10 minutes, really?
You could stay longer, could find someone else.
Someone who'll dance against your back and kiss your neck and go home with you. Someone who isn't your colleague and friend. Someone who is more interested than Phoenix seems to be.
"You ready?" Phoenix asks, signing her receipt and yours in an illegible flourish. She pushes them back across the damp surface of the counter.
"Ready for what?"
You're so sure Phoenix is dodging your – admittedly, not your best –advance.
Then, Phoenix cups your nape, gentle but firm, and smiles.
You realize that maybe Phoenix hadn't been side stepping your advance at all.
Her dark eyes gleam in the pink and purple as Phoenix leans in close, breath warm against your ear, voice husky. "For our sleepover, of course."
You almost drop your keys at least three times in your effort to unlock the door as Phoenix presses kiss after kiss against your hummingbird pulse.
You push the unlocked door open, impatient, and Phoenix follows after you with a giggle and with a heated look in her eyes, pushes you back against the metal.
Her canine teeth brush against the side of your neck, and you shiver, letting your eyes flutter closed.
"So sweet," Phoenix murmurs, nipping the heated skin once and then again. "Are you sweet all over, angel?"
Angel. You might actually die.
You almost choke on your own saliva, but Phoenix spares you the embarrassment of a fumbled answer and grasps your chin between her pointer and index and kisses you, deep and searching and wanting kiss.
You're a little breathless on the other side, grasping at Phoenix's slender shoulders for balance, for some steadiness.
"You're sweet here," Phoenix muses, brushing the pad of her thumb across your swollen lips, dipping inside your mouth and running it over the sharp edge of your incisor.
You can't help yourself.
You suck her finger deeper into your mouth, running your tongue over the sugar granules and lime that linger on her skin.
She looks at you with such satisfaction, so pleased, like Phoenix is unwrapping a present that she already knows will be exactly what she wanted.
Her wet thumb pulls from your mouth, and Phoenix eases her hand under the short hem of your dress and locates the damp spot in the center of your panties with ease. Presses down.
A half gasp rips from your lips, and Phoenix watches you with half-lidded eyes, lowering her smooth voice, rasping against your neck.
"Are you sweet here, I wonder?"
You should probably say something – anything. You're the one who made the first move here, after all, but hell, Phoenix is fucking mesmerizing. She has you in the palm of her goddamn hand.
Literally.
"So quiet," Phoenix observes. A smirk curls the corners of her mouth, like a ribbon. "Is that the good kind of quiet or the bad kind? You're not drunk, right?"
An emphatic shake of your head.
"Still want to do this?"
You nod. You nod so fucking hard.
Her smirk widens. "Use your words, angel, or I might not believe you."
"Good. Definitely good."
Her lips part as Phoenix smiles a smile as glittering as her eyeshadow. "Good."
She pulls on your hand, pulling you to the bedroom, but you stop short.
"Wait, Phoenix."
She pauses, looking at you over her shoulder, long, dark hair like a waterfall down her back.
"That wasn't a line earlier. I actually don't have any sheets on my bed right now."
She bursts out laughing.
On the clean sheets, Phoenix slides your dress up around your waist and looks at you.
Her own dress has already been shed, up and over her head, leaving her bare from the waist up in her blue panties and no bra.
"You're so..."
Words can't even describe what Phoenix is.
Radiant. Gorgeous. Ethereal.
She smiles, as if reading your mind, and moves to straddle your chest, knees denting the unwrinkled sheets on either side of your ribcage.
"So sweet," Phoenix says again. She kisses and licks at your neck, searching with her warm tongue for the spot that'll make you arch up into her hand, plucking at your nipple through your bra. "So pretty for me, angel."
A whined please slips from your lips, and Phoenix pauses, holding your arms down.
Holding your gaze, Phoenix bends to suck on your pebbled nipple, leaving a damp spot in the lace of your bra. A gasp punches from your lungs, which only makes you bend into her more, push up harder against her soft mouth.
"You're the one who invited me here, angel. Ask me."
Her knee slides between your legs as Phoenix blows a cool breath over your nipples and sucks them into her warm mouth again. You shiver and writhe underneath her.
"Ask me," Phoenix says again. An order. "Or I'll keep doing this – and only this – all night. Anyone ever made you come from this before?"
No, but Phoenix probably could.
Or Phoenix could hold you down and keep you right on the edge.
You actually don't hate the idea.
But right now, you need more.
"Can you...?"
"Can I...?" Phoenix urges. "Can I what?"
"Can you touch me? Please?"
Her expression softens, and Phoenix kisses you once more.
She settles between your legs with a concentrated expression, brows slightly wrinkled, and pulls your damp panties down your legs.
She sponges kisses on the freshly shaved skin of your legs, circling your ankles and pulling your closer with a gentle kiss behind your knee.
"Do you want me to touch you..." She brushes against your wetness with a bent knuckle in the lightest of touches. "...or taste you? Do you want to show me how sweet you can really be?"
That. You absolutely want that.
You find your voice and choke it out.
Smirking, Phoenix starts slow, all light licks and barely there kisses and content breaths and so damn sweet for me sighed against your cunt.
From there, Phoenix delves in deeper with longer open-mouthed kisses, spearing you with her tongue, with her fingers until within minutes, you're close.
So damn close.
She can feel you clench down and seize, can feel how close you are, and rather than ease back and slow down, rather than get you there at a slow and gentle pace, Phoenix pinches your clit between her knuckles, hard and merciless.
You go off like a firework, all over her mouth.
It's one of your most intense orgasms in recent memory and definitely the most intense one you've had with another person in a damn hot minute.
You damn near black out, vision whitening, ears ringing, writhing on the mattress as Phoenix holds you down and licks every drop of arousal from you.
A few minutes later, you come to, and Phoenix is leaning her head against your shaking leg with a smile.
"Have I killed you?"
Her gaze is warm with affection and languid satisfaction, like a house cat on a warm summer afternoon. She looks smug as hell.
You suck in a breath and wiggle your fingers.
You exhale a breathless laugh. "Jesus Christ, Phoenix. I'll get you back for that."
Her brows arches, elegant and mischievous. "Oh? I hope so."
You roll her onto her back on the mattress and lick into her mouth until Phoenix is moaning and gasping and coming so prettily all over your hand.
Nothing will cover the bruise behind your ear, and of course, Hangman clocks you right away on Monday morning.
"Nice hickey, Comet. You get some at the party?"
You're irritated enough to answer, which is a mistake because Hangman loves a reaction. Any reaction.
"None of your business."
His smirk is knowing. "You so did. Good for you. We know 'em?"
"Yeah..."
And Hangman's green eyes go wide with delight.
"Your mom flew in for the weekend. You should call her more."
Rooster howls with laughter as Hangman scowls.
And Bob observes from the back of the room.
He looks sidelong at Phoenix and quietly comments, "You weren't in your room on Sunday morning. I knocked."
Her expression is calm and blank, but Phoenix pauses. "Oh... I went for an early run on Sunday."
"An early run?" Bob asks.
She nods. "Yeah. Like 8-ish."
He'd definitely knocked before 8 – like 7:30 at the latest – but Bob doesn't push.
He nods, and Phoenix might look relieved.
Maverick’s arrival is the perfect distraction.
As Maverick begins his lecture, you look over your shoulder at Phoenix, chancing an oh-so-casual glance, and instead, find Bob Floyd already watching you with a peculiar, kind of curious expression. His blue eyes are wide and intense and searching.
You face forward again, cheeks warm.
note: i'm hoping to do a few more blurbs or short fics in the supernova verse because i'm in love with them 💖 also, oops i wrote most of this like 2 months ago
#fic: supernova#fic: natasha trace#phoenix x reader#natasha trace x reader#natasha trace x you#natasha trace smut#natasha trace fic
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See Something You Like, Sweets?
Summary: The four times Natasha notices you staring at her arms and the one time she says something. This was all inspired by me thinking about the scene of her doing push ups on the tarmac.
Pairing:Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x afab!Reader
Warnings: Alcohol and slight mentions of smut, if you blink you’ll miss it. I think that’s it??? Let me know if you find one I missed.
Word count: 2371
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I mean look at those fucking arms, also for some reason the best gif I could find
One
The first time Natasha ever noticed you looking at her arms was actually the first time she had ever met you. You were a new bartender at the Hard Deck. You just so happened to have your first day on one of the hottest afternoons fightertown California has ever seen. The Dagger Squad had all planned on meeting up that Saturday and Natasha seemed to be the first one there.
She strolled up to the bar expecting to see Penny or even Jimmy. To her surprise she saw you instead. You were standing talking to one of the regulars Natashsa saw every time she was in the establishment. She waited patiently for your conversation to be over her eyes scanning the patrons in the bar. She carefully scoped out the pool table to see if she would have to politely shoo anyone away. Fortunately she didn't see anyone around the table so she wasn’t worried.
“What can I get for you?” she heard from beside her. She looked up and locked eyes on you and her breath was taken away. You were absolutely stunning and had on a really shimmery lip gloss that had her eyes zeroing in on your lips.
“I’m gonna get a bottle of the Sam Adams Summer Ale please.” she politely replied resting her forearm against the warm bar top. Her other hand pulled her wallet out of her pocket. You nodded her way with a smile before turning to grab the bottle from the cooler behind you. Her eyes briefly flickered over your t-shirt, noticing the words ‘Eat More Candy’ splayed across the back of the tie dye material. She fished her card out as you turned back towards her with the bottle in hand.
“Here ya go.” You said as you slipped the bottle towards her. She went to hand you her card with the hand that wasn’t resting against the bar but she realized you weren't paying attention to her. She followed your eyes and noticed you were looking directly at her arm. She had on an old Guns and Roses t-shirt and had rolled the sleeves up so her arms were on perfect display.
“I’m gonna open up a tab, sweets.” She said to you with a knowing smirk on her lips. A blush spread across your already heat reddened cheeks. Your fingers brushed hers as you grabbed the card from her hand. Then she was grabbing her beer and walking towards the pool table. She kept her eyes on you as she waited for everyone else to arrive. As they filed in she was quickly pulled into the chaos that was a Saturday night with the group of aviators. The only interactions she had with you were quick as the bar had picked up and left you extra busy.
Two
The second time she noticed you looking at her arms was the second time she saw you. She hadn’t been to the Hard Deck since the first time meeting you. Things at work had been hard and she was stuck working extra hours training. Her and Halo had decided on a much needed girls night in. So that Friday they found themselves with mud masks on their face standing in the middle of the corner store by Halos apartment in search of snacks.
She was searching through the wine selection when she heard the bell above the door chime. She glanced up and to her surprise spotted you walking towards the aisle she was currently in. As you walked past her she inhaled deeply and got the scent of you. You smelled like peaches and vanilla and she decided she would never get enough of that smell. You stopped not far from where she stood and surveyed the shelves before you.
“Hiya sweets.” Natasha called out to you. You whipped your head around at her words and quickly scanned your eyes over her. You took in her converse, her long legs that lead to her shorts then you were dragging your eyes over her tank top and and to her arms that were once again on full display. She smirked once again as she noticed your stare.
“Natasha, Right?” You asked her as you tore your eyes away from her arms. She simply hummed in response. Looking at the oversize crewneck and leggings you were wearing.
“Do you know what red wine is good here?” You asked her as your eyes went back to the shelves.
“I’d go with the Gato Negro brand. Their Cabernet Sauvignon is really good and super cheap.” She told you as she reached out to pick up a bottle in front of you. She purposely flexed her upper arm as she noticed your eyes dart back towards the muscles.
“Thank you.” You squeaked out before grabbing the bottle and darting towards the register. She noticed you pick up a king size three musketeer and a bag of sour gummy worms that were on the shelves next to the register. Then you were slipping out the door into the humid night air.
Three
The third time she caught you staring at her arms she made sure to give you quite the show. You had once again been behind the bar when she walked into the Hard Deck. She sauntered over to the bar and waited for you to get done cleaning a glass before you were turning towards her and giving her a sickeningly sweet smile. The same shimmery lip gloss adorning your lips as the first time she saw you. This time however you were chewing on a piece of gum.
“Sam Adams Summer Ale?” You asked her as you slightly cocked your head to the side rolling the gum along the roof of your mouth with your tongue.
“That would be the one.” She replied, reaching into her khaki uniform pants to pull out her wallet. She gave you her card as you passed her the beer.
“Thanks, sweets.” She said as you hummed in reply. Then she was turning and heading towards the dart board where Bob, Fritz and Yale were at. She quickly joined the other aviators in the game.
“Hey Phoenix, that new bartender keeps looking at you.” Bob whispered to her as she went to grab the darts from him. She turned her head and sure enough her eyes landed on you. You were already looking her way. You sheepishly looked away as her eyes caught yours.
She readied herself to throw the dart and noticed out of her peripheral that you were staring at her again. She brought her hand up, fingers wrapped around the dart before she flexed her bicep and sent the dart soaring towards the board with a skilled flick of her wrist. She landed a bullseye and turned to see you absentmindedly blowing a pink bubble with your gum. The bubble popped as you once again caught her eyes on you. You gave her a small smile before turning to help someone that just walked in.
She frequently caught your eyes on her arms as she played darts that Monday night. She even noticed them on her arms as she played a round of pool with Harvard, Hangman and Fanboy. She spotted them on her arms while she sang along to a song Rooster played on the piano. Her arms hurt slightly by the end of the night with all the muscles she was flexing trying to get your attention. But it was worth it everytime she would catch your eye and see your reaction.
Four
The fourth time Natasha saw you staring at her arms was completely unexpected. It was Wednesday afternoon and she was doing push ups on the tarmac after failing to get a tone on Maverick in that day's exercise. Her flight suit was tied around her waist, strings of her hair had fallen from her updo and were framing her sweaty face. Her black t-shirt didn’t help protect her from the sun beating down on her. She could feel sweat over every inch of her body. She was only on push up one hundred and twelve and still had eighty eight to go before she could go and shower.
As she neared push up one hundred and fifty two she could’ve sworn she caught a whiff of peaches and vanilla. She whipped her head up as the smell entered her nose again. Her eyes landed on you, standing and talking to Warlock. She thought maybe you were a mirage and the sun was finally getting to her until her eyes worked up your form. She took in the sandals adorning your feet, the light colored skinny jeans on your legs and then she spotted your ‘Eat More Candy’ t-shirt. You were facing her direction, Warlocks Khaki covered form barely shielding you from her.
Her eyes flicked to your face and she saw your glossed lips moving as they formed words she couldn’t hear. There was no way she wasn’t dead, she decided. You looked utterly ethereal standing with the wind blowing through your hair lightly. She had stopped counting her push ups as soon as she caught sight of you so she had no clue what number she was on. But she did spot your eyes racking over her form as you continued your conversation.
Your tongue came out to slip across your lip before you made eye contact with her. You sent her a bold wink as you turned around and walked away from her. Her eyes went down your back as you walked away swaying your hips. You laughed loudly at something Warlock said, your head tilting back. Then her view of you was blocked as Hondo’s form came between your shrinking frame and her face.
“Are you distracted or something Phoenix? You passed two hundred about twenty push ups ago.” He questioned her with a concerned look on his face.
“No Hondo, I'm all good, just been a long day.” She replied as she stood up and looked for you. But you were nowhere in sight and she thought for a second maybe you really were a mirage. She shook her head clear of the thoughts of you as Bob cleared his throat nodding towards the building in a silent question on if she was ready to go and change. Nodding her head in reply they silently made their way to the large building. Her thoughts slipped back towards you as her feet carried her away.
Five
The fifth time she caught you looking at her arms she finally decided to say something about it. Maverick had requested a game of dog fight football. In his words “It’s been forever since we played and I think we need to boost morale since work has been so strenuous lately.”. No one argued with that so they all gathered at the Hard Deck Friday morning. They had gotten in a game or two before Coyote threw the ball too far and she went to retrieve it.
As she got close to the ball she noticed an umbrella and chair set up. But she didn’t see anyone occupying it so she shrugged and went back towards the crowd of rowdy aviators. Another game went by before she saw someone emerge from the water and head towards the chair and umbrella she noticed earlier. As she looked closer she noticed it was you. You wrapped a large beach towel around yourself before sitting down in your chair. You reached into the bag next to the chair and grabbed out a book and some twizzlers.
You pulled a twizzler out of the bag and stuck it between your lips before biting off a piece of it. Opening your book your eyes started to scan the pages. Natasha reluctantly tore her eyes from you as someone yelled her name. She turned around just in time to miss being tackled by Payback. Ducking under his arm she ran towards the other end of the game hoping to catch the ball from one of her teammates.
“Isn’t that the new bartender down there?” Came Hangman's voice as they all took a much needed water break.
“I’m pretty sure I saw her on base the other day as well.” piped in Omaha.
“You are both correct, she was on base visiting Warlock who also happens to be her uncle.” Maverick told the curious aviators, Natasha finally dragged her way down to where you were sitting. Much to her surprise your eyes were already on her form. Looking over your sunglasses you were drinking in her sand and sweat covered body.
“I’m gonna go say hi.” She spoke to the group before grabbing another water bottle from the cooler and heading your way. You put your bookmark inside your book as you closed it and slipped it back into your bag.
“See something you like, sweets?” she asked you once she got close enough to hand you the other water she grabbed. You took it with a smile on your face, blushing as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. She followed the movement with her eyes sucking in a breath as you released the plump flesh. A sweet smile formed on your lips.
“And what if I did?” You asked her flirtatiously which took her by surprise. She stared at you for a moment, noticing the way your eyes ever so slowly took her in. Clad in shorts and a sports bra she left very little to the imagination. Your eyes focused on her arms before she cleared her throat.
“How do you feel about getting out of here and getting something to eat, sweets?” She asked you as her hungry eyes took in the hungry look clouding your own.
“I’d like that very much.” You purred in response, the smile on your face making her knees grow weak.
“I’ll go grab my stuff and meet you in the parking lot in 5 minutes.” You nodded your head at her statement before standing up to gather your things. As she walked away from you, she was sure that this day was going to end with her getting a taste of just how sweet you were.
A/N:This woman has me in a chokehold. I love her so much. Please make sure to stay hydrated babes!
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