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topgun-imagines · 10 months

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Soothing Touch

Requested: yes

Summary: When Ice returns from a long day at work, you’re there to help melt all his stress away.

Word count: 0.6k

Warnings: none

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

A long, drawn-out sigh escaped Ice as he stepped into your shared home. Maverick was such a pain in the ass. The entire day had been filled with Ice and Slider having to deal with Maverick and Goose’s shenanigans. Those two were little devils; Ice was convinced. Now, all he needed was to spend the evening curled up with the love of his life.

You head the front door close softly. What shocked you was that you didn’t hear anything from your boyfriend. Usually, he would call out to you, a newfound happiness in his voice now that he got to come home to you. Today, however, Tom never spoke a word as he stepped into your home. “Honey?” You called softly as you stepped out of the kitchen.

After a few seconds, you found him stepping out of the front entry, shoulders sagging and a soft frown on his face. The sight made your heart clench. “Tommy?” His head snapped up, eyes tired as he offered you a smile. You gave him a sympathetic smile in return, opening your arms wide as he walked toward you.

He collapsed into your arms, making you grunt slightly as you adjusted to support his weight. “Wanna talk about it?” You whispered into his shoulder as your hand ran up and down his back softly. He only shook his head. You could have guessed what was bothering him. It had been the same thing for the past week and a half. Maverick.

Wordlessly, you lead him to the couch. You sat down before pulling him on top of you. Your boyfriend barely put up a fight as he rested his head on your chest. His long body filled the entire couch, so much so that his legs hung over the edge slightly. His arms wound around your waist as he tucked his head into your neck.

You could feel his eyelashes flutter against the soft skin of your neck as he closed his eyes. The stress of the day rolled off him in waves as your hand moved p and down his back. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Tommy?” You whisper softly into his ear.

A beat of silence passed as your fingers drew delicate patterns over his shirt. He sucked in a soft breath, contemplating his response. But you soon realized that Ice wasn’t going to say anything. The pilot simply grabbed your hand and placed it on the top of his head, wordlessly communicating what he wanted.

There was a soft smile on your face as you began carding your fingers through his hair. For as perfectly styled as it was, there was a surprisingly little amount of gel. Your fingers moved slowly and gently through your boyfriend's hair, fingertips gently scratching at his scalp.

You could feel him melt into you at your soft touch. The feeling of your fingertips running across his scalp had him nearly moaning at the sensation.

This was how you remained for the next twenty minutes Eventually, Tom's breathing evened out and he was snoring softly. You smiled softly at the sound. After such a long day, you were glad that you were able to help him relax. Plus, you would never turn down an opportunity to play with your boyfriend’s hair.

Your fingers kept moving carefully through his hair, your other hand holding the back of his neck as he slept soundly. By now, you were simply running your hand gently across the top of his head, almost as if you were petting his head.

Your hand eventually slowed until it was just resting on his head. As your eyes slipped shut, you could feel his arms tighten around you and nuzzle further into your chest. Your thumb stroked softly over the back of his neck as you allowed sleep to finally pull you under.

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mess-with-a-purpose · 2 years

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Hurry Back to Me, Soldier

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x fem!reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: SMUT/NSFW (18+) minors please go away, slight overstimulation, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv sex (please wrap it up), MULTIPLE orgasms, slight dirty talk, praise kink, strong language, established relationship, fluff throughout, angst if you squint

Your knee bounced impatiently as you searched for your boyfriend in the flock of pilots all in white. Damn, why did all these men have to look the same from behind? You tried looking out for Tom’s signature bleached tips but you were too short to see over every head. A wave of anxiety came over you, your fingers clenched together in an effort to spare your cuticles. You knew he was here but you needed to see him. See his smile, his eyes, his birthmark. Having been deprived of his presence for five weeks, you felt it all come to a head.

Tom had insisted that you not visit, the stubborn ass. Five weeks. Five long weeks since you’ve seen him, touched him, felt him. Back home, you tried to keep yourself busy and distracted through work and everyday life but it was in the quiet moments that the loneliness crept in. That’s when you’d bite the bullet and call him, his voice like a security blanket. You tried to reason with him that your work was flexible and you wanted him to show you around Miramar and the Bay area but he was firm. You knew why. You still didn’t like it, but you knew why. For some healthy “payback” you decided to tell Tom that you weren’t going to make it to graduation because something came up with work. He was understanding, as always, but you could hear the disappointment in his voice.

Little did he know that Slider and Wolfman were in on your plan to surprise him for graduation. Slider had let you know about the point results almost as soon as the final count came in just a few days before. You cried when Slider told you the news.

“Oh, Slider, I’m so proud of you both,” you hiccuped.

“I know you are, Squirt.”

“H-how is Tom?” you asked, knowing how big news for him usually went.

Slider sighed over the line. “Well, Squirt, it’s the usual.” Great. That meant he had called home, his mother, Gladys, picked up and gave her regular speech of how proud she is and how much she loves him. Tom was appreciative of his mother, absolutely. Hers just wasn’t the approval that he so desperately wanted.

After you hammered out the details with all the boys and Gladys, you had anxiously waited for this day to finally see him.

“Gentlemen, here at TopGun we challenged you to fly against the very best. Now, we ask that you take that expertise and keep the tradition alive. Good luck.” Commander Phillips was a typical Naval man; cut right to the chase. No fluff, no fuss, no muss. Thank God.

“Do you see him?” you whispered to Gladys. She was hard to miss in her statement turquoise jewelry and silver hair.

She put a loving hand on your knee, calming the bouncing. “It’s fine, dear,” she pointed across the pool into the sea of Service Dress white uniforms. “There he is!” you chuckled at the cliché; mothers can truly always find anything.

It was almost ridiculous the amount of love you felt just seeing the back of Tom’s head, his bleached tips poking out in the sun. He turned his head to whisper to Slider as Commander Metcalf came to the podium, his jawline and smile making you feel like a giddy teenager in a honeymoon phase. Damn it, you loved this man.

Commander Metcalf scanned the small class, a look of assurance coming over his face. “Gentlemen, you are the top one percent of all naval aviators.” A brief pause. “The elite, the best of the best.” Another pause, another scan. You felt your knee bounce again. “We’ve made you better.”

“Calm down, sweetheart,” Gladys’ hand returned to your knee with another gentle pat.

“Sorry, sorry.”

The commander’s voice drowned into an applause as everyone stood to watch their pilots be dismissed, officially graduated.

Gladys leaned over to you. “I’ll go ahead and make my way to Tom. Why don’t you go see the boys for a minute? I think they wanted to help you with a grand reunion.” Her smile was soft as she rubbed your arms. You nod in agreement and watch as she weaves through the crowd to her son who was holding his impressive TopGun trophy.

“Well, well, well,” the familiar voice made you roll your eyes with a smile. Wolfman chuckled, his aviator glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he looked you over. “If it isn’t Squirt!”

“Lenny!” You giggled as he kissed your temple and gave you a firm squeeze.

“We’ve missed you, runt,” that earned him a playful smack on the shoulder. “Hey, hey! Watch the whites,” he laughed as he brushed his fingers along the black and gold pads. “Gotta keep ‘em sharp.”

You felt two strong arms come around your middle and briefly lift you up, a squeal escaping your lips.

“Squirt!” Hollywood and Sundown greeted you with more cheek kisses and hugs.

“Put me down!” you laughed, realizing just how much you’ve missed all your boys. Hollywood obeyed and gave you a quick salute.

“Well, the lil’ lady should go ahead to her Iceman,” Sundown stretched his hand out as if pointing to Tom.

Your heart belted in your chest as you found him again, his smile so wide as Slider pulled him in for a signature headlock hug. You felt the boys give you gentle pats on your shoulders as you started to carve out a path through the crowd. Licking your lips, you kept your gaze locked on Tom, taking in just how he was in the moment. He looked so happy, so very happy.

Slider caught sight of you over Tom’s shoulder, a smile lighting up his face as you put a finger to your lips for a silent shhh as you crept up closer.

“Well, Lieutenant, it seems like you’re one hell of a pilot.”

You watched as Slider looked back at Tom, gesturing with his eyes as if to say She’s really here, man. It felt like a millisecond when Tom turned, his face morphing into pure joy as he saw you standing in front of him.

“Oh my god!” He said, arms circled around you, your feet briefly lifted off the concrete in a symphony of laughter. “Baby!” He kissed you everywhere; your shoulder, neck, cheek. Your fingers ran through his hair and across his shoulders as you laughed. Five weeks. Five very long weeks and here he was, in your arms again. Everyone had turned back to their conversations, giving the two of you a sliver of privacy. His head buried in your neck as you both held each other.

“I’ve missed you so damn much,” you said as Tom met your eyes, his thumbs grazing your cheeks. He didn’t say a word as he sweetly pressed his lips to yours, his forehead resting against your brow when he pulled away.

Gladys gently cleared her throat, her polite indication that you would have plenty of time to reconnect after the ceremony. Her raw turquoise bangle glimmered in the sun. Tom gave you a quick peck on your nose as he shifted you to his side, arm around your waist.

“I am so proud of you, Thomas,” Gladys reached up to touch her son’s cheek.

“Thank you, Mom.”

Something hung in the air with Tom’s response, an unexpected visitor who plagued Tom’s accomplishments. You’d met Commander Kazansky once before at a naval convention after Tom graduated from the Academy, the top of his class. The commander’s presence was completely austere and demanding. He was polite but detached, only giving the bare minimum of attention to anyone, especially his own son. He’s been like a ghost ever since. Tom had told you, rather warned you, about his father and his emotional disregard.

“He’s just that kind of guy.” Tom had said that night after you witnessed it first hand. You were baffled that a father could be so aloof, so disconnected that his son constantly battled to be the best, to prove himself. It broke your heart to watch Tom work his ass off only to get mediocre responses, if not just grunts of acknowledgement, from his commander father. You and Gladys tried to make up the difference but you both knew it would never truly be what he needed to hear.

Once again, on a day when his son would absolutely deserve a simple bit of acknowledgement from his father, Commander Kazansky had only let his presence dangle over the bliss of Tom being the best of the best. It pissed you off and made you wonder what kind of label the defense department would put on a commander getting punched in the face.

Just when Tom’s expression began to dwindle, you gently grabbed his cheeks, “We are so proud of you, Tom Kazansky,” your thumbs brushed his face, his blue-green eyes brightening as he held your waist. “My badass TopGun man.” You gave him a quick kiss, not wanting to harp on asshat fathers.

Slider turned his attention back to you, holding his hand up in a high five offering that you enthusiastically accepted. “Nice one, Squirt!” he chuckled, giving you a quick side hug before calling the boys over.

Tom rolled his eyes, his smile beaming. “You two planned this?” his finger jabbed between the two of you.

“Actually,” Wolfman came up behind you, followed by Hollywood, Sundown, and Merlin. “We all did, Ice.”

“You unbelievable bastards. So she’s who you were on the phone with when I walked in that time?” Tom chuckled, pulling you to his side as all your boys fist bumped each other looking like a proud bunch of frat brothers. In their own way, they probably were.

Slider threw his hands up. “Guilty as charged, man. We couldn’t stand seeing you mope around the last few weeks.”

“So, you decide to lie and make the situation seem worse?” Tom fired back.

Wolfman chuckled, “Nah, dickhead, Squirt here thought it would be fun to surprise you instead,” he ruffled your hair playfully.

“Guilty,” you said, mirroring Slider’s hands.

Tom shook his head in disbelief before giving you a kiss, “You got me good, baby.”

The crew headed to the refreshment table, plastic glasses of champagne being passed around as the guys blew off steam from the last five weeks. You helped yourself to a bit of champagne as Tom and Slider finished up their pictures with the TopGun trophy. Gladys had found some old friends across the pool and the boys were enjoying catching up with you. Just a few minutes into the party, Merlin helped you revive an old drinking game; take a shot every time Hollywood and Wolfman mention their dicks, double if it’s because of war talk. Back in the day, this game would get everyone wasted and drunkenly singing the classic “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” even when none of the guys were trying to hit on an unsuspecting woman.

Keeping it classy, you and Merlin only played the game for ten minutes before you both called it quits from already feeling a little tipsy. It was a Navy graduation, after all. Just before Wolfman got another round of champagne, the boys all turned their heads and went quiet. You followed their gaze to find Maverick dressed in his Service Whites and looking exhausted. You’d heard from Tom about what happened to Goose; he called you one night mirroring his father, disconnected as he told you that Goose had been killed in an accident. He didn’t give much more than that and you didn’t want to push him to talk about it. It was an accident, jet wash, lost control.

At that moment, everyone watched as Maverick approached Tom and shook his hand, “Congratulations.”

Tom smiled, “Thank you.”

Maverick turned to Slider, “Congratulations.”

“Thanks, Mav,” Slider replied.

Commander Metcalf joined the refreshment table as Maverick moved to the end. “Gentlemen,” he announced. “I hate to break up the party before it really gets out of hand, but there is work to be done.”

Tom and Slider glanced at each other. You felt a twinge at the back of your neck.

“Some of you have to depart immediately. We have a crisis situation.”

You watched as Tom glanced excitedly at Slider. Jester had a stack of folded papers in his hand, something that looked rather familiar to you in the time that you’ve been with Tom. You knew what those meant and it made your chest tighten.

“Ice. Slider,” Jester passed their papers.

“Yo,” Tom popped a pretzel in his mouth as he handed Slider his assignment sheet. Jester listed off Wolfman, Hollywood, and Maverick next. Tom opened the sheet, smiling as he read the contents. While you’d been through this before, it never got easier. You knew he loved his job, it’s what he was good at, what he felt confident in. You just hated saying goodbye with the possibility of never seeing him again. Just the thought made you feel sick and empty. You downed the rest of your champagne as the boys dispersed, Tom wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Been in this long enough that I don’t have to guess what that is,” you point to the sheet, now refolded in Tom’s free hand.

He gave you a small smile, his lips grazing your temple as his fingers clutched your waist. His forehead rested against yours, “We better send Mom off for the night.”

“How long?”

“We still have tonight. I don’t leave until early in the morning,” a shiver went up your spine as he friskily bit your earlobe. “We still have something to celebrate tonight.”

Tom insisted on driving simply so he could rest his hand on your inner thigh. The tension in the car was overwhelming. You hyper fixated on his touch, his fingers warm as they slightly lifted your dress. Five weeks without him and you could come undone just by skin to skin contact. For a brief moment, the phone sex you had a couple of weeks ago flashed in your mind. Tom’s voice was low and smooth as he walked you through how he wanted you to touch yourself.

“Nice and slow around your clit, baby,” you bit your lip, doing as you were told, so desperate for release. “I want to hear you, come on, I know you’re close.”

While that had been much needed for the both of you, it only made missing him worse once the high wore off. You would have to hang up eventually, cutting off the only connection you had to him while he was at TopGun. It was in that moment that you felt your frustration grow because it was Tom who decided you shouldn’t visit him. He didn’t really explain why but knowing him, you figured it was because he wanted as few distractions as possible. While you respected that, you couldn’t help but feel stung that he might consider you a distraction.

Tom’s fingers stroked your skin, squeezing lightly as you gasped at the forwardness of it all. He was one for physical affection, always wanting to touch you either through a hand on your leg, brushing your lower back, or an arm secured around your waist. This felt different. It felt possessive, hungry.

Your eyes fluttered as he grazed your underwear, grazing your clit beneath the fabric, his Annapolis ring rolling along your skin with a sharp coolness. A soft moan escaped your lips as you glanced over at Tom. His eyes were fixed on the road but a smirk graced his delicious lips as he repeated his touch, more intentional with his movements.

“Is this okay, sweetheart?” his fingers dipped into the elastic of your underwear and you chuckle. Always the gentleman and god, you loved him for it.

“Yes, please baby,” you whined, craving his touch. Tom happily obliged, the pads of his fingers immediately finding your clit. It was almost too much.

Spreading your legs wider for him, he dipped lower into you, feeling your craving for him as he explored. “God, baby,” he licked his lips. “You’re so wet for me already.”

Your head tilted back as another moan left your lips. He found an agonizing rhythm: steady but slow. Damn it, he knew what he was doing. You needed more, your hand grasping at his wrist to control the pace but Tom paused. Another whine from you.

“Babe, please, fuck, I need more.”

At a stoplight, Tom looked over at you, his eyes dark. Shit, you knew what that meant. “Hands off, baby,” his fingers slowly regained their original speed. “Relax. I just want you to feel.”

The car revved, sending vibrations to your clit for a moment before your hips ground against his hand. You wanted him to let you both give in to the tension, have him fuck you deep and hard to let it go. You’d missed this so much, the intense intimacy. You weren’t sure how long you had left until you got to his place but god, you needed this.

You glanced back over at his handsome face, the urge to kiss his birthmark and bite at his neck consumed your already fogged brain. Clenching his jaw, he sped his fingers up slightly, earning another moan from you as he rubbed circles against your clit.

Breath heavy, you felt your nipples pebbling up against your lace bra. Tom noticed too and swallowed hard. God, he wanted his mouth on you.

“Tom, I–”

“Shh,” he slipped his index and middle finger into you. Yes, God, yes. Your nerves were screaming with delight. “Come on, baby. Let’s see if you can cum before we get home.” Holy fuck.

His fingers and your hips synchronized, his palm bumping your clit deliciously as you became drunk with sensation. Your moans became higher and louder as you felt the pressure build right where you wanted it to. Just a little more…

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Tom hit that spot and you tried to anchor yourself by grabbing the door handle and his uniform sleeve, your muscles clenching as your nails desperately dug into the fabric. You tightened around his fingers as he helped you ride out your high, your hand clamped around his wrist as your hips involuntarily chased the sensation. Your face was scorching as he gently pulled his fingers away and eagerly sucked them into his mouth just as he turned into his driveway. Still getting your breathing under control, you heard Tom finish off cleaning his fingers as he opened the door to get to you.

He’d only given you one orgasm and you swore that your legs already felt like jelly as he gently pulled you from the car. No kiss, just hasty movements as you both wanted to give in to the craving of each other. It consumed you, burning from inside.

Tom made quick work of the front door, slamming you against it as soon as the lock was replaced. Finally, you could touch him. And you did, everywhere. Your hands trailed over his uniform, buttons and insignia bumping underneath the pads of your fingers as you attempted to undo part of his high collar. His mouth pressed against yours as he caged you from both sides, a feral need seeping through that he was desperately trying to control. Tom never touched you unless you gave the okay and in that moment, he thought he would go insane without the feeling of you. It infuriated you that he was such a gentleman, but you appreciated it anyway.

“God, Tom, I need you to fucking touch me before I lose my goddamn mind,” his lips trailed down to your neck as his hands found your waist, a dark chuckle ringing in your ears.

“Needy, are we?” your eyes fluttered closed as he sucked underneath your jaw, tongue soothing the marked skin. His fingers found the zipper of your dress without hesitation and he slowly pulled the tab down, his eyes catching yours as he peeled it off.

“You have no idea, Lieutenant,” collar opened, his mouth moved back to yours as you felt around the buttons to strip the jacket from his shoulders. Tom’s hands move from your waist to your chest, cupping your breasts through your black lace lingerie, his favorite. Thumbs trailing over your already hard nipples, he smiled against your mouth as you let out a squeak for him. He knew your nipples were sensitive and fucking hell if he didn’t take advantage of that fact.

“Fuck,” Tom said in between kisses. You can’t help but giggle as you both take a breather, his hands still exploring your chest and thumbs swiping along the peaks.

“Do you have to be such a guy sometimes?” you give him a quick kiss. “Why do you have so many layers, Lieutenant?” you ask, grabbing his undershirt from his pants to pull over his head. His arms bulged as he helped you take his shirt the rest of the way off, your mouth watering at the sight of his toned chest.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you go in for another kiss and lick his bottom lip playfully. He gives you a sassy bite back, his teeth popping together, a sound that you didn’t realize turned you on. Your hands moved along his shoulders and back as he attacked your neck, leaving love bites that made you quiver. His hands drift from your breasts down to your thighs, an unofficial focal point for his fetishes. Cupping your thigh, he hikes your leg up around his waist and takes the opportunity to grind against the thin lace of your lingerie, earning him another eager moan from you. His movements were feverish and desperate, searching for any sensation possible.

Fingers gripping his hair, you pull him back to your mouth. “Jump,” he says, breaking away from you. He catches your other thigh underneath his strong hands, pushing you away from the door.

He swiftly guided you to his bedroom, hands massaging your legs as his lips and teeth met your collarbone, dark marks blooming on your skin. You fell into the mattress, arms resting above your head as Tom stood at the edge of the bed admiring your state, so desperate for him. A smirk came across his face as you bit your lip while he worked his belt. Excited, you hoisted yourself up to help but he gently grabbed your hands, shaking his head. Instead, his fingers worked the band of your bra, unclipping it with ease and sliding it down your arms. Eyes never leaving yours, he tossed it to the floor before giving you a kiss to finish the work on his belt. His tongue gently dipped into your mouth as he pinned you against the sheets, hands locking with yours as he pushed them back above your head.

Needing to feel your thighs, he trailed one hand down to your leg as he moved his mouth to your chest. You gasped as his lips left tender kisses along your skin before wrapping his lips around your nipple. Fingers tangled in his bleached locks as he sucked and soothed with kitten licks, desire pooling between your thighs. Instinctively, your legs widened for him as you craved more pressure on your clit. Sensitivity from the first orgasm lingered, but you didn’t care. Your hips thrust impatiently against his white slacks, the fabric offering slight relief. Tom caught on, slowly releasing your nipple with a brief pop of his lips and glancing up at you with his chin resting on your breasts. Your heavy breathing forced his head to bob up and down, his eyes following your own.

Suddenly, Tom’s gaze filled with determination. You knew where he was going, his commanding nature taking over as his hands grazed your inner thighs. His eyes fluttered as he plucked at your skin.

“I want you to cum on my face, baby,” he kissed between your breasts. “I want to feel your thighs shake,” fingers tapped along your covered folds. His lips worked down your body, stopping to give your stomach a playful bite that left you shrieking and giggling.

“Tom!” another giggle.

“I almost forgot just how ticklish you are,” his breath made your stomach tense, preparing for another bite that didn’t come. Reaching your core, he gripped your hips to pull you towards the edge of the bed. Another kiss over your clothed clit made you whine, lips raw from your teeth and his kisses. His breath caressed your skin as he gently hooked his fingers around your underwear, teasingly nipping your thighs as he pulled them to your ankles. You heard the soft landing after they’d been thrown, Tom diving back between your thighs as he rested your legs on his shoulders.

A delicate kiss covered your clit before you felt a flat tongue run up your entire slit. You were enveloped in sensation, hands running down your face as you felt drunk with another lick. You knew your skin would be decorated with evidence of his affection for days and you absolutely burned for it. Tom knew it too, a smile delving into your folds. He alternated kissing, slurping, and teasing with his fingers as he held you down to the mattress, sheets warm and soft against your back. Your arousal coated his mouth and chin with a slight sheen.

“Missed this,” he moaned, the pads of his fingers running along your slick folds before his tongue flicked your clit.

“L-Lieutenant!”

“Missed your taste,” his tongue flickered against your slit, his blue-green eyes locking with yours as you pushed up onto your elbows. His face was flushed and glossy. “The way these fucking thighs quiver,” he lovingly bites your inner thigh, lips sucking at the skin until it bloomed purple. You do just that, muscles shivering as his tongue returns to your clit, a noisy slurp filling the room as you watch his jaw flex with his tongue.

He huffs out a dark chuckle against your skin as his mouth brings you closer to the edge, hips bucking against his face. “You fucking like that, huh?” you nodded meekly as he smirked.

“Yes, Tom, yes!”

He groans, slipping his fingers back into you as he continues his work on your clit, synchronizing his movements as your moans become breathier and louder. Tom knew what that meant, pulling away just for a moment.

“Say it, baby,” a brief suck on your clit. “I want to hear you.”

“I want–fuck,” the sly devil thrust his fingers in time with his lips against your clit. “I want to cum again. Please let me cum again, Lieutenant.” You didn’t care that you sounded so meek; you knew that you both needed this.

Tom’s perfectionism always presented itself at the best of times; his fingers, lips, and tongue collaborated to beckon you further into euphoria. The snap hits you like a freight train, your body convulsing as you let out a silent scream. Behind your eyes, you saw a galaxy of colors and bursts of stars that radiated through your entire body. Tom is right there with you the whole time, tongue gently lapping up your juices. A loud slurp sends extra shivers across your body as your chest begs for more air. Limbs giving in to the release, you felt weightless as Tom drank you in.

“Just like that,” Tom said between your thighs, voice dripping with lust. “You did so well for me, baby.”

Thighs quivering and breath shaky, your hands delicately ran through his hair as he placed gentle kisses along your legs before moving up your body. You had kept your eyes shut, the wave having passed but still lingering with an intensity that you’d never experienced. Tom was careful with his hands, avoiding your clit as he gently cupped your breast before offering a sweet kiss on your lips. Slowly, you felt the frustration of the last five weeks chip away, the routine of love making resettling into your brain as you remembered that Tom’s bare minimum was three orgasms for you. One more to go. Your body felt like it was on fire.

His hands held your face tenderly, your skin still feeling electrically charged with every touch. It was almost too much. Almost. Opening your eyes, you stare at Tom’s face and reconnect with all of his features. That bleached hair, his strong brows, inset blue-green eyes, noticeable nose, plump lips and perfect teeth. You wanted to run your fingers over every single detail, close your eyes as you trace him to memory. Running your hands down his chest, you head for his belt and slacks, knowing that he had to feel tighter against the fabric. Lips connected, you fumbled with his pants to slide them down his legs along with his briefs. His length pressed against you as your fingers glided back over his muscles to wrap around him.

Now it was his turn to give himself over to the sensations, the pleasure, the intensity. Gentle strokes caused his lips to fumble against yours, a groan filling the empty space between heaving breaths. A smug smile came across your mouth as you felt him melt into your touch, muscles rippling underneath your fingers. In that moment, you felt a twinge of power watching Tom slowly unravel above you. All with just your fingers. Checkmate. You flip him over onto the mattress to straddle his hips, sitting back against his thighs as you let his hands wander over your skin.

“It’s my turn, Lieutenant,” you gasped, slowly gliding your slit over him to tease. Tom bit his lip, fingers grabbing your hips as you continued to move. He wanted more. You knew it, too, but damn if you’d let him have it that easily. Bending back over him, your thumb traced his lips. Tom understood the cue, opening his mouth as your lips pressed against his, your tongues battling for dominance. His fingers trailed along your sides, featherlight touches causing you to break the kiss in breathy giggles. You heard his hearty laugh as his lips dipped along your neck, sucking at the delicate purple tinged skin before soothing it with his tongue. God, this man drove you insane. You felt your slick collect along his length and stomach, your clit sparking with each movement.

Pulling his lips away from the bloomed skin of your neck, you kiss him deeply before snaking your hand between your bodies to guide his length into you. He craved that profound intimacy, the connection that stirred in the moment only to be shared with the two of you. You were his safe place and this bond with you kept him sane. He’d been deprived of it for five weeks, his body urging it back as you slowly slid yourself down his length. Pairs of gasps filled the room, foreheads pressing against each other as you both savored the feeling, welcoming it back eagerly.

Tom licked his lips, palms warm and resting on your hips. “God, baby, I missed you so much,” another kiss. “You have no idea.”

“I missed you, too,” your lips recapture him in a deeper lock. “Let me show you how much.”

Pressing your palms against his chest to steady yourself as you sit up, your hips begin to move. Tom lets his head go slack against the pillow as he feels your warm heat consume him. Gently pushing his hips up, he tightens his grip as he tries to match your rhythm. Your moans came steadily as you controlled the pace, feeling him everywhere: under your thighs, inside your core, against your palms. Your skin felt like it was on fire but you welcomed the heat without hesitation.

Needing more, you quicken your thrusts. Tom’s throat bobs as his moans join yours. In a brief haze, you feel one of his hands leave your hips and hear him suck on a finger before swirling it around your clit as you rock against him harder. You moan, throwing your head back as you push against his chest for more leverage. Teetering on the edge, you needed more. As if he read your mind, Tom quickly shoots into a seated position, arms casing you in as he claims your mouth to swallow your gasps. The new angle was deliciously attentive to your clit, your body shivered with bliss.

“You’re mine, baby,” Tom cupped your face as your hands cling to his shoulders. His hips continued to meet yours with each word and pant.

“Yours…and you’re mine,” you gasp, his eyes glossy and mouth swollen as he nods against your forehead. You offer another deep kiss before he tucks his face into your neck, cheek resting just above your breast. His breath left your skin damp as you felt the band tighten in your belly with each thrust. You involuntarily clench as he hit the perfect spot, both of you moaning as his hand cups your breast.

“Close, sweetheart?” Tom asks. You nod as he grabs your hips and presses you back against the bed. You squeal at the urgency, his hips snapping into you with a frenzied pace. Tom licked his thumb, pressing it to your clit as he smiled before sucking a nipple into his mouth. You felt delirious, your body experiencing everything all at once. Your thighs throbbed as you heard Tom’s groans against your chest, his efforts to keep everything in perfect unison crumbling as he catapulted himself towards his own release. You knew what was next, your body craved the routine of it.

“T-Tom,” you moaned, his thrust hitting deep into you. “Fuck, just like that. Please, please don’t stop!” your voice broke into a cry. Surely, if he stopped, you would be driven to madness. Your body already reached its peak twice with Tom now beckoning for a third and you were happy to oblige that standard. He kept his pace, your arms pulling him close as your core quivered around him. Vision fading in and out, you gave yourself to the third wave of the night as your thighs seemed to vibrate around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. You clung to him as an anchor, afraid you’d disappear into nothing but sensation.

Tom followed you shortly after, spilling his release into you with a strangled groan. With the wave crashing through, you couldn’t help but take in his beautiful features once again. The sweat on his hairline, his red and swollen lips, purple blooming across his skin, his length twitching inside you as he chased the remainder of his high. God, he was so handsome like this. His fingers left your clit, a hiss escaping your mouth as you felt a twinge of overstimulation rack your body, your eyes fluttering shut. He carefully pulled out, trembling as your fingers stretched across his back, his skin burning against your fingertips.

Propping himself up on an elbow, he trailed his index finger back up your stomach, circling your nipple before he gently took your hand in his. Your breathing steadied as he smiled and kissed your palm, placing it on his cheek. Five weeks and here you were, completely fucked into oblivion with three orgasms to show for it. Tom’s gaze had shifted from lust filled to love struck as he let his fingers trace your features, your cheeks flushed and glowing.

“Why didn’t you want me here?” you outlined Tom’s jaw with your fingers.

Tom glanced away for a moment, inhaling sharply as he was contemplating his answer. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say that you weren’t stung by his insistence of no visits. He knew you would have flown here just for a day if it meant you could have this. Not just the sex but the time with him. It’s not as though you were naive of what being the partner of a fighter pilot meant. You knew Tom would be at the beck and call of the government, going wherever they sent him without question. No, you knew that and you’d accepted it a long time ago. But this felt different. This wasn’t the government placing him somewhere classified where he couldn’t get specific other than say he saw the same moon at night. This was Tom deliberately keeping you away, blocking you out.

“I–” you swallowed, palm cupping his cheek to gently urge him back to you. “I am not trying to accuse or start anything,” Tom licked his lips. “I just–I would like to know why.”

Tom was silent but you could see the cogs turning as he worked out a response. You didn’t want him to shut down.

“Am I–am I a distraction for you?” you asked, hesitant to get the words out.

Immediately, Tom grasped your wrist, staring down at you. “No, sweetheart! No, it’s not that.”

You bit your lip again. “Did you need some time apart?”

Tom sighed. “No, baby. It’s not what you think.”

“Then just tell me, please.”

After a moment, your brows knit together as you watched his face. “I can’t stand saying goodbye to you,” his thumb brushed your cheekbone. “I wanted you here but ever since what happened with Cougar’s meltdown I just–I lost it for a minute. And then Goose–You know, they tell us that if we fly long enough, shit like that will happen. Our job is dangerous. We lose people. Just part of the gig,” he took a second to collect his thoughts, his hand running down your hip. “I know you’ve accepted the reality of having to say goodbye to me,” he gave your hip a comforting squeeze. “After Goose’s accident, I started thinking that maybe I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to you.”

“I’m right here, Tom.”

“I know. It’s just–I have to accept it won’t get easier. I’ve got a lot to lose and that scares the shit out of me.”

Your hands gently stroke Tom’s cheeks as you kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m here, right here, right now. You just have to accept what is. What we have right now is pretty damn good, Lieutenant. Shit, this entire time I was thinking in the back of my mind that you might want to break up with me or something.”

“Fuck, no! Are you kidding?”

“Well, you did bar me from visiting, asshat,” you playfully slapped his shoulder.

“I won’t make that mistake, I promise,” he kissed your fingers, tucking them underneath his chin as you settled under the sheets. He glanced at you lovingly, pulling your arm so you’d lay on his chest. One hand ran up and down your back as he stroked your arm with the other.

“I love you, Tom,” you kissed his chest, eyes closed as you nuzzled his skin.

You felt his lips fall on your hair as he kissed your head. “I love you, baby.”

In the morning, you got up with Tom to help him with his deployment routine. While he showered, you took the liberty of packing his duffle making sure to iron his uniforms and pack extra flight suits. You felt like you were moving through molasses as the soreness between your legs had presented itself with a raging intensity. Tom’s surprise morning quickie at six hadn’t helped you but amused him as he watched you get out of the bed like a baby deer learning to walk.

“Fuck you, Tom Kazansky.”

“Oh, you have, baby. Multiple times,” that earned him a pillow to the head before he escaped to the bathroom.

You didn’t realize just how much you missed your routine with Tom until then. You missed the domesticity of everyday things: packing his bag, getting the coffee going, setting out his pressed shirts so that he could have the honor of folding them in his special way. This was one of the things you craved the most, being present in his life with the simpler tasks. You always believed that cliche was true because now you could say you were the walking, talking, breathing embodiment of said cliche.

Tom stepped out of the bathroom dressed in his basic white shirt, jeans, and boots. His hair was still damp as he wrapped his arms around you to rest his chin on your shoulder while you finished pouring the coffee. Turning your head, you gave him a quick kiss before handing him a mug.

“Thank you, baby,” He gulped three times before coming up for air, your first sip barely swallowed. You laughed from behind your mug. “Oh, did you pack the–”

“Extra snacks for you and Slider in the bonus pocket? Tell Slider I couldn’t find the regular jerky he likes so he’ll have to live with the turkey kind for this go-around.”

Tom smiled, tugging you into another hug. You’d forgotten how clingy he was during mornings like this, not that you were complaining. Burying your nose in his chest, you could smell the amber and sandalwood aftershave you’d bought him as an anniversary present. You were happy you remembered to spray his “borrowed” sweatshirt with it before he left. Tom would never admit it, but he found your little rituals for him to be comforting and adorable. He loved that you thought of little details like packing his bag with snacks for both himself and Slider, extra shoe polish, pressed shirts, pictures; it made him feel proud in a weird way.

Pulling your face from his chest, you both glance at the clock. Almost time or he’ll get his ass chewed out. Graduating with the TopGun award and being late to his first official deployment as the best of the best wouldn’t be a good look. Reluctantly, Tom pulled his arms from you, kissing your forehead as you sighed. Grabbing his duffle, he slung it over his shoulders as you walked with him to the front door.

“You’ll be here when I get back?”

“Your mom and I have some stuff planned,” you ran your fingers over his t-shirt. “Miramar seems super captivating.”

Tom chuckles at your tone, drinking up the sarcasm. You quickly wrap your arms tightly around his neck, standing on your toes. His hands clutch your waist, thumbs rubbing your exposed skin from your lifted sweatshirt.

“Hurry back to me, soldier,” you whisper against his ear, kissing his jaw as he pulls you back for another kiss.

“Always will.”

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gothidecorem · 5 months

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Either I don’t know how to properly search or I’m looking in the wrong places, but

Could someone please recommend to me some good Ice/Reader comfort fics/one shots/etc? With everything I’ve got going on currently I could really use some Kazansky comfort 💖

A couple pics of Val to help the reach of this post bc why not

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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Chlorine Kisses

summary - Iceman picks you up from the pool.

warnings - making out? idk not really anything

word count - 763

follow the adventures of Iceman and Calypso in Tidal Wave!

As soon as you feel the concrete pool side against your heels, you push off the wall, propelling yourself forward with pointed arms and a few calculated flicks of your leg. You turn for air, your head moving in time with your raising arm. Stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, breathe.

The sound of your body gliding through the water is the only sound that can be heard throughout the empty pool, echoing light splashes and large breaths. You can feel your thighs starting to burn and, not wanting to over exert yourself, you decide that this will be your last lap. Stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, breathe. Through your goggles you can make out the end of the pool.

When your fingers brush the wall, you move to tread water, taking off your goggles as you wipe your face.

“Your breath retention has gotten better. You aren’t coming up for air as much.”

You look up to see a towel being held open for you, Iceman keeping his fingers curled around the terry cloth as he looks down at you from the pool deck. His hair looks fluffy—a telltale sign he’s recently showered—and you can see his hockey bag set on one of the bleachers behind him.

“You think so?” You plant your palms on top of the pool wall and push yourself up. “I feel like thinking about it so much is slowing me down.”

Ice wraps your towel around you, rubbing your biceps through the fabric in an effort to get you warmer and dryer. “Maybe a little,” he concedes. “But once it becomes a habit, you’ll see an improvement.”

Though you don’t even feel that cold, your teeth start chattering and Ice brings you closer to keep you warm.

“Yeah, okay. You’re probably right.”

Ice smiles, gently rubbing at the indent your googles left on your cheek. “I’m always right.”

“How was practice?” You ask, pulling away from him as you peel off your swim cap and go to your bag.

“Good. Goose and Slider have started communicating better defensively, they didn’t give Mav a chance to score at all today. And Mav always scores. Hollywood is really coming into his own too. He was a lot more confident with the puck during practice. I think he might score next game, honestly.” Ice finishes as he follows after you, looking up to find you staring at him with a small smile. He cocks his head slightly. “What?”

Your smile widens. “Nothin’. I just like when you go captain mode on me.”

“I don’t— I don’t go ‘captain mode’, Calypso.” Ice looks away with a light scoff.

“Yes, you so do,” you tease. “But it’s okay, it’s cute.”

“I’ll throw you in the pool.”

You laugh loudly, throwing your head back as Ice steps forward to fix the part of your towel that’s sliding off your shoulder. Calming down, you rest your cheek against his hoodie-clad chest, taking the water bottle he hands you. You weren’t even sure where he’s been hiding it this whole time, but that’s just Ice—responsible to the point it transcends time and space.

“Am I taking you to the dorms? Or my place?” He questions.

You shrug, gulping down some water before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Depends, I guess. Are you busy?”

“Not especially,” Ice looks up in thought. “I have some lecture notes to review and my photography professor wants us to get used to taking photos every day, but I was planning on taking pictures of you anyway.”

Your eyebrows raise teasingly. “That’s presumptuous.”

“Is it? I’m always taking pictures of you,” Ice smirks, taking your empty water bottle from you when you’ve finished.

Your reply is lost against your lips as Ice dips down to kiss you, his hand moving to hold the back of your neck loosely. The sound of your towel dropping to the floor hardly registers, your fingers already lost in Ice’s soft hair and your brain already too focused on the feeling to even notice. You weave the strands of blond around your fingers, pulling Ice closer to reciprocate.

His touch is grounding, warm and familiar, and it’s almost dizzying to feel it as he explores your mouth with his tongue. A small noise emits from your throat when Ice squeezes the back of your neck lightly. After another moment, he pulls away, waiting for your eyes to flutter open before he wipes his saliva from your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Yeah,” Ice’s lips quirk up slightly. “Your breath retention has gotten a lot better.”

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sarahsmi13s · 5 months

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elancie · 12 days

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Rooster: Ice, how did you and Mav get together?

Ice: Oh you know, it was this very romantic night in Chicago…

Slider: They crashed Grandma Kazansky’s car and were forced to take care of her garden. Turns out at some point they got so fed up with each other, they just started kissing.

Rooster: How do you know that-

Mav: He was the one driving.

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pollyna · 7 months

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Friday is marked on Ice's secretary's calendar as "date night" since the moment she started working for him. And it means his husband is going to stroll in their part of the building at 4.30, leave her favourite coffee on the table before closing the door behind him. It takes between fifteen to thirty minutes before she sees both men strolling out, Admiral Kazansky's hair a little messed up and his husband's sporting the biggest and brightest grin she has seen on a person before. She never takes appointments on Friday after four, and when Admiral Cain laments that she can't just decide not to schedule a meeting because Admiral Kazansky has something better to do, she laughs and writes a long ass email to tell him, in very polite words, sorry, no can do. Fuck you.

The next Friday, Maverick leaves a muffin with her favourite coffee and pats her back before closing the door behind his back. They are out of the office in ten minutes, laughing and holding hands in front of her, for the first time.

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missxmav · 2 months

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new beginnings - tom kazansky

tom 'iceman' kazansky x reader

Summary: Tom finds his pregnant wife in the heart of their shared home, the sight of her simply takes his breath away. Word count: 1,120+ Warnings: fluuuufffff, SERIOUSLY FLUFFY SOFT TOM, pregnancy, afab!reader (still working on gender neutral tone as best I can), assumptions about size (I play into the plus size side of things because I am plus size, but there's no direct mention), no use of y/n (just she/her pronouns) A/N: This is only rough edited by myself, I'm so sorry for any mistakes. (Im rusty as f*ck at fic writing) I've had this fic in my back pocket for months, please enjoy all the fluff. I'm head over heels for val kilmer as a person, and I'm well aware that the gif is not from Top Gun... this is however an aged up version of Commander Kazansky (;

Tom wasn't typically a man of many words, even after Top Gun and becoming a commander... He was still on track to becoming an admiral in a couple years and his stoic ice-cold exterior has carried him far in the Navy. No, there wasn't much that could get in his way now.

Except for her.

She melted his every icy edge. Especially now that she's 7 months pregnant with his baby. The way she waddled around the sizable estate that he purchased the year they got married. It'd been nearly 7 years since that beautiful day, but Tom and his wife decided to focus on their separate careers before committing to living with little ones under foot. He was nearing his mid-to-late 30's now and with his career excelling, his mind constantly settled on imagining what her beautiful features would be like mixed with his.

Would they get his ice-like stare or her warm bright irises that see right through to his soul? Would they get his pin straight hair that stuck up in all the wrong places or her beautiful, textured hair that fell beautifully in every light?

His mind would run rampant every time he looked at her, his eyes never failing to trail up and down her whole figure. He would linger on her face, taking in how absolutely mesmerizing she was in the pregnancy glow before darting down to her ever-changing belly. It was very noticeable now, and the way she braced the underside of the bump softened his stare every time. Even through the literal growing pains of making a human, she looked ethereal. He subconsciously pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Tom was fully convinced that she could never be more beautiful than she was in this exact moment.

With a warm but soft chuckle under his breath, he stood slowly and made his way over to her. The book she'd been perusing at the kitchen counter happened to be a cookbook he got her for Christmas in the early years of their relationship. He'd assumed she must be craving something specific by the way she quickly flipped through the pages. He placed his hands over the tops of her shoulders, giving a gentle rub to the tense muscles in her shoulder blades and leaned in to kiss her neck. The smell of her conditioner and body wash from her shower this morning is almost intoxicating. His body was warm, causing her to lean back on his chest.

"You're absolutely radiant dear," Tom stated, a smile forming across his lips. "And absolutely distracting..." He hasn't been able to take his eyes off her since she entered the kitchen adjacent to the doors of his office. He'd been trying to get through some paperwork before finding her to ask what you might want for lunch as she graced her way into the heart of their shared home.

She was one of the only women that could ever truly take his breath away, though many tried. Even in a moment like this... with his wedding band heavy on her finger and growing the fruit of his love for her in her tummy, he still had to remind himself to breathe.

His large arms made their way down her body until they gently embraced her and her bump. He supported her belly gently, the same way the two had learned in the parenting classes Tom insisted on attending once she confirmed her pregnancy. The soft hum that escaped her throat told him that she needed this. Her eyes fluttered closed as he stood there, swaying gently with her in his arms.

“Blueberry.” Was the only thing that snapped the quiet of the moment between the two of them. Her words were soft in his ears. Tom raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he leaned forward to place his chin on her shoulder. The pages of the cookbook landed on a muffin recipe that had been dog-eared and made enough times to sport the stains of baking chaos.

Another low chuckle reverberated through his chest. “Cravings?” Tom placed another gentle kiss on her neck as he slowly released his childbearing wife to turn to the refrigerator behind him. This recipe was one he was familiar with, having made it several times over the years. He grabbed out the bowl of blueberries, buttermilk, butter and eggs while his wife gathered the remaining dry ingredients.

A quiet melodic sound filled the kitchen as Tom watched his wife pull up the large glass bowl from the cabinet. The smile spread across his face as he recognized their wedding song falling from her lips. “I wanna know what love is…”

Tom set the cold ingredients out on the counter, crossing the kitchen swiftly to pull her back into his arms. “I want you to show me…” He whispered to her, a hum parting his lips as he twirled her around slowly in the afternoon light of their kitchen. He mirrored her radiant smile as they slowly swayed together, her baby bump separating them a little more than usual but neither of them cared.

After enjoying the embrace of her husband, Tom’s wife pushed him away gently as she resumed making the muffins lil’ kazansky was craving so badly. The blonde commander only laughed as he kissed her hand before parting their embrace. He too busied himself making muffins again wordlessly as he reached into the bottom drawer of the oven. Grabbing out the old muffin tin, he paused to preheat the oven as he lingered there for a moment.

Tom’s hand immediately found his wife’s lower back as he brought the tin over to the island countertop, using the other to place the white liners in each cup. A devious giggle caught his attention and before he could even blink, she’d managed to touch his nose with a flour-covered hand. His steely eyes closed suddenly as she swiped at his face, unable to hide the slow grin that parted his lips as he dipped his own hand into the bowl of flour.

He laughed as he pulled her back from the counter slightly, his flour covered hand landing gently over the top of her baby bump. The white handprint was stark on her dark dress. The gasp that escaped from the woman in his arms only made him laugh harder as she rolled her eyes and shook her head at her husband’s antics.

"What am I going to do with you, Thomas Kazansky? ” She said exasperatedly despite a smile growing on her face.

“Love me.” He said simply, his eyes gazing deeply into hers as he pulled her in close again. “And make muffins with me forever.” She laughed, her heart full, as she accepted his proposal.

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Relief

Requested: yes

Summary: Your husband figures out how to give you some relief during the late stages of your pregnancy.

Word count: 0.6k

Warnings: pregnancy.

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x wife!reader

Waves gently splashed on the sand as you walked down the shore. Tom was a few feet in front of you, laying a picnic blanket out carefully. You smiled at the sight, hand resting on your large bump. Your baby was due in just over three weeks, meaning that in less than a month you and your husband would have an addition to the family. The two of you had been trying for a baby for the past year and a half. You were just about to give up when you finally got pregnant with your baby boy.

Your husband lifted his head as you got closer. With a smile, he stretched out his hand and pulled you toward him. “How’re you doing, baby?” He questioned as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. His hands settled on the side of your bump.

His tanned skin was warm from the sunlight as you gripped his forearm. There was a soft, loving smile on your face as you stared into his eyes. “I’m good. Happy we’re here.” Lately, it seemed as if you and your husband had spent no time together. This was going to be one of the last times that the two of you would be able to go out alone for a while. In a few weeks, you would have a permanent addition to your family.

Ice grinned down at you, thumb gently stroking over your belly. One last kiss was pressed to the crown of your head before he turned around. The pilot kneeled down, fixing a few things up. He sat down on the multicolored blanket. Patting the spot next to him with a smile, he held a hand out to you.

It took a second, but eventually, you were ready to sit down. On your way down, however, you froze, setting a hand on your bump and standing back up. Ice was by your side in a matter of seconds. There was a worried look on his face as he held you up. His eyes moved up and down your frame quickly, looking for anything that might be wrong.

“I’m okay,” You assured him. “My back’s just sore.” He still didn’t look convinced.

Tom moved behind you, causing a confused look to rise on your face. His arms wound around you, hands settling just below your bump. When realization struck you, you moved to shake your head. You really didn’t need him to do that. You’d be fine in a few seconds.

“C’mon,” He murmured, breath fanning across the back of your neck. You relaxed back into him, hands settling on his forearms. Your husband pressed a chaste kiss to the skin behind your ear. “Just let me help you.”

The next thing you knew, Tom was gently lifting up your bump. Unbeknownst to you, a pleasured and relieved sigh fell from your lips. Instantly, the weight on your shoulders and lower back disappeared. What could only be described as a moan fell from your lips. Tom smiled, glad that you were finally feeling some relief.

You stood there like that for the next few minutes, leaning back onto Ice as he held up the weight of your bump. Your eyes fluttered shut and you basked in the warmth of the sun as you let the tension roll off you in waves.

After about five minutes, Ice slowly began to release your baby bump. You sighed as the pressure of the weight returned to your lower back. Your eyes opened slowly, squinting at the bright light of the sun. “Feeling better?” He whispered against the shell of your ear. You nodded, squeezing his arm gently as you leaned back against him. Ice smiled warmly and tightened his arms around your waist.

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whohasthecards · 10 months

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HC that after the mission and the dagger squad gets closer, Mav ramps up his petnames game as he showers his adopted children with affection. He doesn't even notice he does it. The first few times everyone was embarassed, but leaned to it. However, they realized that Hangman seemed to be affected the most. Constantly blushing or looking down or shutting up whenever Mav gave him a particularly affectionate pet name.

Most commonly used by Mav/Ice to everyone: Buddy, Kiddo, Kid, Son, Baby

Some of the most used petnames for the squad (although he uses the same nicknames for the others, some nicknames stuck more to certain people):

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The dagger squad stayed over for the night after movie night went on for far too long. Most of them still sprawled around the living room, some on the couch, air mattress, or straight up on the floor. Bob woke up the earliest that day and started up the coffee.

Mav clambered down a moment after, drawn by the scent and Bob handed him a mug.

Mav smiled at him and reached out to ruffle his hair, "Thank you, sunshine."

Mav clambered out the kitchen saying something about ordering breakfast for them, as Bob stood there blinking mouth wide open.

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Phoenix and Mav were debating strategy regarding case studies of past missions that could be applied in the future. The argument got a bit heated as they couldn't decide on the best solution for one of the sections.

Phoenix sat down with a sigh, "Dammit, both have good points, both have flaws, but the only deciding factor would be the people doing the mission, but it's not like we have detailed information on the personnel for this case study!"

Mav chuckled, "Didn't expect you to get this riled up, how about we put our opinions on what kind of personnel are best suited for each mission, yeah?"

"Sure, Mav," Phoenix muttered. "Hand me that pen?"

"Of course, Firecracker," Mav said smiling as he handed over the pen. "Hey, how about we go on break? There's a bakery nearby I've been meaning to try, and maybe that would reset our minds, yeah?"

Phoenix blinked at the nickname, then started standing up when Mav mentioned a break. "Yeah, let's go, Admiral, you're paying though," Phoenix said smirking at him.

---

"Mav, I need some advice regarding some maintenance on my car, since I know you fix stuff up," Payback said walking beside the older man.

"Sure kid, what's up?"

They started troubleshooting the best course of action, and who to took too to get the plan approved and implemented. This went on for a while until they were both satisfied.

"Thanks, Admiral Mitchell," Payback said smiling shyly as he realized how much of the man's time he took up.

Mav snorted as he clapped a hand around the younger man's shoulder, "Don't start with that Admiral shit when it's just us, kid. Come on Champ, let's get that car of yours fixed up."

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"--The different seasons of the show have a variety of reviews, personally I found the first season good, and it kind of went a bit downhill from there, but that could just be nostalgia talking--," Fanboy babbled on gesturing wildly as Mav nodded along listening as he got caught up on Pop Culture.

It was very interesting, and as long as Fanbog kept on talking, he'd be able to keep up conversing with the others.

"--and then there's also the movies which are a classic-- oh sorry," Fanboy said suddenly freezing looking down on his lap.

Mav frowned, "What's wrong, kid?"

"I was talking too much and annoying you--"

"No, you weren't," Mav said putting an arm around his shoulder. "Now, come one whiz-zy, tell me more about the movies I should watch."

The smile Fanboy gave him made him realize that he should probably get a Netflix account, now.

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"8 ball to corner pocket," Coyote said before lining up his shot.

"You got this, kid," Mav said sipping on his beer as the younger man lined his shot up.

Coyote focused on trying to see the angle to bank the cue ball on the rail, to hopefully brush the 8 just enough to push it to the corner. If he messed up, he'd practically be setting Mav up to win.

He took the shot. 8-ball went in.

He gave a small cheer in celebration as he whirled around to look at Mav who gave him a salute with his beer.

"You're buying drinks, old man," Coyote said grinning wildly as he rested his cue stick on the wall.

"Of course, Cub," Mav said patting the younger man's back as he walked to the bar to order one of those fancy craft beers the younger man, liked.

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Bradley woke up to the white ceilings of the sick-bay, where he was herded to with Mav after that suicide-not-so-suicide, mission.

"You up, buddy?"

Bradley turned his head to his side to see Mav, sitting up on his own bed, munching on, McDonald's?

"How'd you get, McDonald's-?" Bradley croaked out, squinting to see if this was real.

Mav snorted, before eating another fry, "Ice brought us some, here's your share, kiddo," Mav said standing up to hand Bradley his own greasy, McDonald's paper bag.

"Are you supposed to be standing up-? Are we supposed to be eating this?" Bradley said sitting up as he took the food handed to him.

"Hey, do you want the food or not?" Mav said , raising a brow.

"... Thank you, for the food, Mav," Bradley said as he munched on his fries.

Mav gave him a bright smile, before pulling Bradley in for a quick hug and a kiss to the forehead. "Of course, Baby Goose."

Bradley stared up at Mav wide-eyed as the older man pulled away and Mav noticing this, winced.

"Sorry, Rooster, I shouldn't have overstepped-"

"NO! No, it's fine," Bradley said looking down on the food on his lap as he tugged lightly on the older man's shirt. "It's fine, Uncle Mav."

He missed this.

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Jake felt a hand run through his hair, making him humm in content as he leaned towards the touch.

"Hey, buddy, how are we doing today?" The gentle voice of his Captain said.

Jake blinked his eyes open, wondering why Mav was here sitting on the edge of the bed. Wait. Where is he?

"Mav?" Jake croaked out.

"That's me, buddy, are you feeling better?" Mav said continuing to stroke Jake's haid.

Right, he was sick, Mav noticed, brought him home to sleep in his guest room for a nap..

"Hmmm, not sure, a bit I guess," Jake said. "What time is it?"

"Dinner time, are you up for some soup?" Mav asked as Jake shrugged.

"Not really hungry."

"How about some soup and hot chocolate?" Mav asked, smiling when he saw Jake perk up.

His hot chocolate was one of Dagger Squad's favorites.

"Can I have extra whipped cream?" Jake asked, eyes pleading up at Mav as he nuzzled towards the older man's side.

Mav kept on running his hand through Jake's hair as he pressed a smile to the boy's temple. "Of course, little prince."

---

Later on the Dagger Squad practically combusts when Iceman starts doing the same thing to them.

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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Tidal Wave

summary - One shots of your relationship with Iceman.

warnings - college hockey au, chapter specific

playlist

chlorine kisses

all asks | fluff | steamy

#tom kazansky imagine #tom kazansky imagines #tom kazansky x reader #tom kazansky one shots #tom kazansky series #tom kazansky fluff #tom kazansky angst #tom kazansky au #iceman imagine #iceman imagines #iceman x reader #iceman one shots #iceman series #iceman fluff #iceman angst #iceman au #tidal wave #top gun imagines #buggy's got a pen

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elancie · 2 months

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A day in the life of Ron Kerner:

Slider: Ice did you take out the trash?

Ice: Mav did it.

Slider: Why would Mav take out the trash?

Ice: Because it was full genius.

Slider: Well Tom, I don’t remember Mav living here? Why would he take out the trash?

Maverick entering the house while obviously wearing Iceman’s clothes, a key held in his hand.

Mav: Morning Boys, had a good night?

Slider: You know what, I’m gonna move out.

#top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #icemav #tom iceman kazansky #ron slider kerner #slider #pete maverick mitchell #sketch #fluff #top gun 1986

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