Prompt Post #1

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Comments

Phoenix/Bob, loss of virginity

[(Anonymous)]

Natasha finds out that Bob's a virgin, and offers to help him out with that.

Re: Phoenix/Bob, loss of virginity

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED.

Out of interest, would you want Bob to have a bit of limited experience, or has he never done anything at all?

Ice/Mav, locker room hate sex

[(Anonymous)]

In the early days of their relationship, they end up angrily fucking in the showers.

Rooster/OMC, noncon revenge

[(Anonymous)]

One of Maverick's many enemies decides to take revenge by going after Rooster. Maybe Mav's forced to watch, or sent a video. Both Mav & Rooster and Mav/Rooster great. Some recovery h/c also a bonus.

Re: Rooster/OMC, noncon revenge

[(Anonymous)]

Yes!!!!!

Phoenix/Hangman, pre-movie

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by their dialogue in Penny's bar:

Hangman: What do we have here? And here, I thought we were special.
Phoenix: Fellas, this here is Bagman.
Hangman: Hangman.
Phoenix: Whatever.

Where does Phoenix know Hangman from, and why does it lead to antagonism and taunting him? Can it be a UST situation? Can it be a hook-up?

Maverick/Rooster, angry sex

[(Anonymous)]

My kingdom for some angry/hate sex in the break room during their big argument scene!

Re: Maverick/Rooster, angry sex

[(Anonymous)]

Yasss please

Iceman/Rooster, pre-movie anonymous sex

[(Anonymous)]

Years before the movie - maybe when Rooster is at Top Gun? Or one of his first post-flight school station assignments? - he runs into Iceman at a bar or something somewhere in San Diego. They don't recognize each other until much later.

Phoenix/Halo, semi-public sex

[(Anonymous)]

One of them gets a rush out of fucking around in places where they could be discovered.

Re: Phoenix/Halo, semi-public sex

[(Anonymous)]

I second this!!

*camps out hopefully*

Maverick/Hangman, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

As much as Hangman cracks jokes about Maverick and wants to beat him in the air, what he REALLY wants is to please Maverick.

Re: Maverick/Hangman, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

Going to try and fill this one.

Phoenix/Coyote, post-mission sex

[(Anonymous)]

They had a thing before the movie, that was going to be it, but Coyote's so relieved Phoenix made it back alive, that they make it a two-night stand, at minimum. Looking for hot and heavy thank god you're not dead sex.

Maverick/Rooster, Maverick/Goose - blurred lines/identity

[(Anonymous)]

Maverick fucking Rooster (or vice versa) up against the big photo wall in Mav's hanger with all the pictures of Goose.

Re: Maverick/Rooster, Maverick/Goose - blurred lines/identity

[(Anonymous)]

I am so here for this

Phoenix/Hangman - Facesitting

[(Anonymous)]

Phoenix should shut up Hangman by sitting on his face.

Maverick/Cain, noncon w/ CBT

[(Anonymous)]

Cain dressing down scene ends somewhat differently, with Cain taking out his anger on Maverick's balls.

Maverick/OMCs, under-negotiated BDSM

[(Anonymous)]

After the first film, Maverick is punishing himself via increasingly intense kink, running hot and dangerous, pushing himself to the edge.

Maybe Iceman steps in to stop it, or decides to take over so that at least Mav won't damage himself beyond repair.

Re: Maverick/OMCs, under-negotiated BDSM

[(Anonymous)]

stop…might have to write this despite so many wips atm. it fits mav’s character post top gun really well

Maverick/Rooster, Maverick/Goose - Father's Clothes

[(Anonymous)]

Maverick fucks Rooster in one of Goose's hand-me-down Hawaiian shirts

Rooster/Maverick - daddy kink

[(Anonymous)]

Rooster has certain needs.

Bob/OCs, Bob & Phoenix, hazing & hurt comfort

[(Anonymous)]

Some of the other people in the unit start hazing/bullying Bob, presumably because he's the odd man out. Bob initially thinks he can handle it, and keeps it to himself, not wanting to look weak to the others, but eventually it gets out of control, and he has to go to Phoenix for help.

I'd prefer if Bob wasn't a total woobie, in that he's a military officer and a kick ass guy, but would like Phoenix being the strong comforting one.

Re: Bob/OCs, Bob & Phoenix, hazing & hurt comfort

[(Anonymous)]

Desperately want someone to write this.

Maverick/Hangman, Hangman's shown who's boss

[(Anonymous)]

Hangman tries his pushy power bottom act on Mav. It doesn't exactly work out but ultimately, he doesn't complain when Maverick rails him so beautifully.

AOB Mav/Rooster

[(Anonymous)]

Rooster always wanted to claim Maverick as his Omega but was always refused by the older man. After the mission he approaches Mav again, but after another rejection he decides to take matters in his own hands. He drugs Maverick to induce an early heat and claims him forcefully.
Bonus points if Rooster brings a set of leather cuffs and chains to restrain Mav
Double bonus points for Maverick trying to bite Rooster during a struggle and Rooster using a panel gag as punishment

AOB Ice/Mav, POW, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

AOB universe. Ice (Alpha) and Mav (Omega) serve together. During a mission they are shot down and captured. Their captors force Ice to watch as they molest and later gang rape Maverick to get information out of them. Ice later tries to comfort wounded and traumatised Mav.
May be an open ending or they are rescued/escape and Ice is there for Maverick through the recovery

Goose/Carole/Maverick - First Time

[(Anonymous)]

At the encouragement of Carole, they all hook up. Maverick ends up kind of imprinting on them which would be a big oops if they did not love him so much anyway.

Fill: "Home for Thanksgiving", Goose/Carole/Maverick, Explicit, 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

A/N: This is getting away from me, so I'm going to just throw a new part up every time I hit the DW comment limit. Probably going to total somewhere in the area of eight parts, depending how much smut is required to effectively tell this important story.


Pete had been planning to spend the Thanksgiving weekend in Miami. He figured he'd bus down from Naval flight school in Pensacola, get a hotel room, and try his chances in any bars that happened to be open. But when Nick heard that plan, he insisted on taking Pete home, bundling him into his beater of a Chevy pickup and hauling the six hours up to Tennessee to spend the long weekend with his wife.

Pete had gone along with it. He'd probably have agreed to go along with just about anything Nick asked him to do, especially since Nick did the asking so rarely, usually content to follow along with whatever Pete had on the go. It wasn't often that Pete found someone who was not only willing to put up with his shit, but actually seemed to like him.

"You're not going to fuck this up for me," he'd muttered to his dick on the drive up.

The first thing that happened when Pete walked into the second-story apartment in Jackson, Tennessee, was being enveloped in a hug and told that while Carole didn't know him, she loved him already, just from what Nick had said in his letters.

Then Carole sat him down in a kitchen the size of a postage stamp, and fed them all meatloaf and beer, while Nick grinned at his wife with an expression so besotted it made Pete feel like he'd been kicked in the chest by a mule.

"Isn't she the best?" Nick kept saying, and Pete kept agreeing, while Carole preened and fussed over both of them.

Pete spent that full first evening feeling like he'd fallen into a slightly tarnished Norman Rockwell painting, and even having to sleep on the couch didn't have a spare bed didn't do a thing to dispel that.

Around midnight, Pete woke to the sounds of Nick and Carole attempting to covertly make love, which started as giggles and shushing each other, and then turned into soft moans that carried through the thin walls like they weren't even there.

Pete lay on his back staring at the ceiling, his dick tenting his shorts. He clenched his hands and tried not to hear, but it was too easy to imagine that he was the one sliding into Carole's pussy, her breasts pressing against his chest, or that it was Pete lying face down with his ass shoved up so that Nick could enter him from behind, none of them able to contain their moans because of how perfect it felt. Even before he heard Carole gasp, and Nick's breath catch, and both of them fall quiet, Pete had come in his shorts.

He lay in his own mess, hoping that Nick and Carole had been too engaged to hear his soft cry, and feeling like a total pervert. Nick hadn't seen his wife in two months, of course he wanted to have sex with her, and they had waited for hours until Pete being asleep was a pretty safe bet, then done their best to be quiet, but here Pete was not only listening in on them, but getting off on it.

Pete waited until Nick had gotten up to use the head, then gave it another twenty minutes and went to clean himself up. He leaned on the counter, put his face right up to the mirror, and hissed, "Stop fucking up!" at his own reflection.

The following morning, he slept in for the first time in months, lying in a half-doze on the couch while Nick and Carole negotiated the cramped space, and used every excuse to bump up against each other and shamelessly flirt. It was nice to just drift and imagine being part of that kind of life.

Carole made coffee, and Nick made pancakes, and Pete ate everything put in front of him, and couldn't stop smiling.

"Just you wait until you try my sweet potato pie," Carole promised, and Pete thought about how this was the first Thanksgiving he was actually going to be thankful for since his dad had disappeared.

Nick never shut up about his wife, but even with that kind of build up, Pete hadn't imagined she'd be all that and more. He'd never wanted two people this urgently, not both at the same time. It would have been easier if they hadn't kept touching him: nothing with any intention behind it, just a hand on the shoulder or wrist, a playful bat to the chest, hips brushing as they negotiated the narrow hall. It was more than any red-blooded man should be expected to take, and Pete found himself trapped in a constant state of flushed, semi arousal that he hoped might be blamed on the warmth generated by three people packed into a small apartment.

By lunch time, Pete was actually glad Carole went out shopping for some last-minute groceries, while Nick attempted to turn the leftover meatloaf into sandwich filling. Pete sat at the kitchen table, watching the way Nick's white under shirt clung to his back, and trying not to think about what it might taste like to lick the back of his neck.

Pete looked away. He'd been doing so well at not having those thoughts about Nick, at least not more than he had them about everyone. He needed to get through the next three days and not sink the closest friendship he'd ever had by being a total fucking horn dog.

Nick plunked two plates of meatloaf sandwiches down on the table, and grinned at Pete. "So what do you think about Carole? Is she great, or is she great?"

"She's great," Pete agreed, though from the slight furrow in Nick's brow it had not been said with enough enthusiasm. "How did a dog like you talk a girl like that into tying the knot?"

"No idea," Nick said, "but I thank God every day. But you like her, right?"

Pete had taken a bite of his sandwich, which wasn't as weird as he'd thought it was going to be, and had the excuse just to nod.

"I keep telling her she's the sexiest thing this side of the Appalachians," Nick continued, actually seeing his wife doing nothing to dim his need to talk about her constantly. "She says that's not true, but I'm going to convince her eventually. You think she's sexy, don't you?"

"Uh." Pete had just swallowed, which saved him from choking, but now he had to come up with an answer that neither insulted Carole, nor implied that he had any sexual interest in her whatsoever. "Uh, yeah. She's, uh, she's great. Carole's great. You're really lucky." If Pete was lucky, this conversation from hell would end soon, but his mind had gone completely blank as to any alternative topics. Surely someone, somewhere must be playing some kind of sports?

Nick made a satisfied hum, like he did when he laid down four of a kind to take out Pete's full house. "See, I knew you were looking at her!"

Pete's body slammed into high alert. Christ, Nick had noticed Pete looking. Of course he'd noticed. No matter how hard he tried, Pete had never been any good at hiding how he felt. He'd known that he was going to find some way to fuck this up, but he hadn't expected to explode this badly this fast. Nick working out what he thought of Carole had to be the worst possible outcome, save possibly Nick noticing that Pete was looking at him like that too. Nick had sounded amiable enough right now, but Pete had seen otherwise even-tempered men lose their minds when it came to their girls, let alone the other thing.

"Absolutely not!" Pete blurted, and scrambled to find a way to convince Nick of his honourable intentions, not in any way helped by all the lustful thoughts he'd been having over the past sixteen hours. He glanced at his ruck, in case he had to bolt, but it's contents were scattered across the couch. He could grab his jacket on the way out the door, at least, and that had his wallet in the pocket. He half rose, still insisting, "Jesus, Nick, I would never. I swear I would never ever. I wouldn't do that to you. Please, you gotta believe me."

"Hey, easy, Pete. Hold your horses." Nick reached across the table, and Pete had to stop himself from jerking his hand away, but Nick just rested his hand on Pete's wrist. "I've got no problem with you looking, and Carole doesn't either. Settle down."

"I wouldn't," Pete said again, but sat back in the chair. Nick's hand was warm and steady on his wrist. "You're my best friend. I wouldn't."

"I know you wouldn't." Nick was stroking his thumb up and down Pete's wrist now, and his voice had a cooing tone to it. "I know you wouldn't, buddy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to rattle you like that."

Pete nodded, his heart slowing down. His thoughts were still racing, running back over the situation, what Nick had said. "What did you mean about not minding?" Pete asked, because apparently he couldn't just leave it all be and be grateful Nick hadn't thrown him out on his ear.

"I guess I went about that the wrong way," Nick said. He curled his hand so it was wrapped around Pete's wrist like a cuff, squeezed lightly, then let go. "You ever hear about swingers, Pete?"

"Is that like when everyone puts their dog tags in a bowl, and their girls..." Pete trailed off. From Nick's expression, he had missed the bullseye by some distance.

"Not quite like that," Nick said. He took a bit of his sandwich and thought it over. "I'm not home eighty, ninety percent of the time," he said.

"Sure," Pete agreed. "None of us are." Not that he had a home, strictly speaking, but it'd been like that for his dad, especially during the war.

"And Carole, she's a very affectionate woman, needs a lot of loving." Nick paused, like that was going to mean something one way or another.

"I guess she must get lonely, huh?" Pete guessed. "She sure was happy to see you yesterday."

"Right," Nick said, drawing out the word, then his gaze went a bit distant as he seemed to remember Carole greeting him at the door by jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist, her dress riding up her thighs. Nick had definitely grabbed her ass, and it hadn't just been to help hold her up. That kiss had lasted for a long time. "Anyway, she hates being lonely, and so do I, so we made a deal: so long as she's here when I get back, and I always come back every chance I get, we can keep the company we like."

"Oh. Oh!" Understanding dawned. Pete'd heard of guys with that kind of marriage, but he hadn't considered that it applied to the wives, as well. Maybe he should have: he'd certainly slept with enough few officer's wives. "I've never seen you messing around," Pete said, though now that he'd thought of it, there'd been a couple nights when Nick had said he was turning in, then hadn't been in their billet when Pete had struck out and gotten in early.

"I try to be discreet." Nick held up his left hand to wiggle his ring finger.

"Well, uh, good job?" Pete still wasn't entirely clear where this was going, but he supposed it was nice that Nick trusted him with a secret like that. "You had me fooled, buddy."

"Right, so," Nick said, picking up speed again, "normally when I am back, it's just me and Carole, making love like bunny rabbits, all day and all night, but when Carole saw you come in, she put her lips right up to my ear and told me, 'I want that one.' I've never been one to tell her no, and you did seem like you were looking, so..."

Nick spread his hands. Pete stared at him, open mouthed. He glanced at the door, half expecting the host of Candid Camera to burst in. "You want me to— I mean your wife to— you want me and your wife to cheat on you?"

"It wouldn't be cheating if I knew about it and didn't mind," Nick said, which Pete supposed made sense, but still. "Look, Pete, you don't have to if you're not interested. It's not like I brought you up here just so Carole could sex you up."

That was something of a relief, as Pete had been starting to wonder. It wasn't as though he'd turned down sexy weekend getaways before, but he'd thought this was something different, something that meant more than just fucking around. He didn't want a lady like Carole to be another one of his hook ups, didn't want her to give him a fake number when he headed out in the morning with a, "thanks for a good time," tossed over his shoulder. This was Nick's wife, and she deserved to be treated right.

Pete thought of the sound she'd made as she'd come with Nick inside her. It looked like it could be him drawing that moan out of her. It could be his cock inside her as she laughed and told him he had to be quiet. She was so beautiful, and she genuinely seemed to like him, and she'd told Nick she wanted him. How could he turn down a woman like that?

"I might have been looking a little bit," Pete admitted carefully.

Nick grinned and clapped his hands together. "See! There we are!"

Pete smiled back. He still couldn't quite believe this was happening, but if it was, he wanted to see how far he could take it. "So uh..." he paused. "Do I just, I mean, when she comes in, do I ask her, or..."

Was Nick going to be there in the apartment listening to Carole and Pete, like Pete had listened to the two of them? Did Nick want to watch? Pete certainly wouldn't say no to anything that he wanted to do, up to and including fucking Pete against the kitchen counter that very minute.

"Knowing her, she'll ask you," Nick said, shrugging. "I'm going to head out when she gets back, got some college buddies to catch up with."

"Oh, alright," Pete said, and attempted to stuff down his disappointment. Of course now that he had one of them, or had a chance at one of them, his fucked up ego thought he should be able to have both of them. This despite Nick never having shown the least sign of being anything other than one-hundred-precent heterosexual. Pete looked across at Nick contentedly eating his sandwich, a breadcrumb clinging to his moustache, and told himself he was lucky to have a friend like that, and he shouldn't mess it up by wanting to fall to his knees, crawl under the kitchen table and wrap his lips around Nick's cock. The problem with Pete, pretty much everyone from his mother to his first girlfriend to his current flight instructor had told him, was that he could never have enough.

Nick noticed Pete staring, and asked, "Everything okay?"

"Outstanding," Pete said automatically, but then had to ask, "You're sure you don't mind? She's your wife, man."

"I did not expect it would take this long to talk Pete Mitchell of all people into having sex with a beautiful woman," Nick observed.

Words formed up to the effect that Nick's friendship mattered to Pete more than all the sex and all the beautiful woman in the world, but what came out was, "I need us to be okay."

"We'll always be okay, buddy," Nick promised and patted Pete's hand.

"Alright," Pete said, and told himself that had to be enough.

Nick shrugged. "I like making her happy," he said, like it was that simple. "Some men bring their wives flowers or diamonds. I don't have that kind of money, so I bring Carole good looking student pilots. It works for us."

"More than one student pilot?" Pete demanded, despite himself. It distracted him from Nick having just complimented his looks.

"Only one so far," Nick admitted. He pushed the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth, and picked up the plate. "You going to finish that?"

Pete nodded. He'd taken a single bite, before his stomach started doing flips, from which it had yet to settle down, but he should eat.

Nick patted his shoulder on the way back to the couch to turn on the game, his fingertips lingering on the bare skin above Pete's collar. "Good man."

Hunching his shoulders and taking a huge bite of the sandwich probably hid Pete's blush.

"You are absolutely going to fuck this up, aren't you?" Pete muttered to his dick, which of course was still as hard as a rock.

Rooster/Phoenix, BDSM

[(Anonymous)]

Phoenix takes the lead everywhere except the bedroom

Rooster/Phoenix/Hangman

[(Anonymous)]

BDSM double penetration

Hangman/OCs, non-con whump

[(Anonymous)]

Hangman is rounded on by some disgruntled people who feel he needs to be put in his place.

Re: Hangman/OCs, non-con whump

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED! this scenario happens in a fic I'm working on right now, would you like a link when I post it since it's related? I don't want it to count as your fill though, since I'd love to see someone else's take on your prompt too :]

Rooster/Hangman, edging

[(Anonymous)]

Rooster's still a bit sore about all the 'slow' jokes. Hangman makes another one, and it's the last straw- but since they're making an effort to get along now, punching him is out of the question. Instead, Rooster offers to demonstrate the pros of taking things slow. He's not expecting Hangman to agree, and Hangman probably isn't expecting what Rooster was actually offering, but now they're both too proud to back out.

Tl;dr Hangman gets edged until he's begging for mercy and Rooster gets to feel incredibly smug for once.

Re: Rooster/Hangman, edging

[(Anonymous)]

Yes please!

Rooster/maverick, cuckolding

[(Anonymous)]

Some other guy (be it Hangman,Cyclone, or an OC) gets handsy with Maverick and Rooster fucks Maverick in front of him to show him who he belongs to.

Honestly any scenario which involves cuckholding would be cool though 😈

Re: Rooster/maverick, cuckolding

[(Anonymous)]

pleae. please please. give me this, someone. claiming sex