#Angel (Maverick)

[heartofhubris]

Hiya. I made teas for the Molina Universe of characters. i dont make any money or anything i just got bored. Under the cut are the different teas if you'd like the raw pics too. I'm taking requests if your character isn't up here too

[cascosart]

Gonna test wether or not tumblr is just hardcore censoring my artwork from the world by posting this piece. There’s no manly areas on show so technically shouldn’t entirely be against the rules.

It’s Angel from maverick and I know he’s pretty popular. This took me about 4 hours and I did it on Procreate like all my artwork.

If you see this, great, interact with it. I wanna know that tumblr ain’t blocking my existence from the world.

Maybe if I don’t add n.s.f.w tags n such it won’t be picked up and picked on.

[writingsofhubris]

Glitter & Gold

[AO3] Rating: E WC: 1022 Tags: Bathing/Washing, Walking In On Someone, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Money, Gambling  Fandom: Maverick (1994)  Ship: Angel (Maverick 1994)/Reader Disc: Angel walked in on his partner in the bath after a game

"Mmh. You're wet." 

Your nose scrunched up in mock annoyance at him. Towering over you, crimson fabric over his shoulders, you had the perfect vantage of Angel. 

"Join me, then. Get wet as well." Your eyes darted from his face to the water, saturated with soap. A flick of your fingers, and the droplets of water splashed from your digits to Angel’s shirt, darkening the fabric. 

You could hear Angel shuffling off to the side of the tub, and you knew that he was pulling off the garments covering him. You carefully slid further forward in the tub, and Angel’s nude body was soon behind you, allowing you a pillow to lean back against.

Warm was the only thought in your mind, even as the grit of dirt rubbed between you. Time started to lose meaning as his voice rumbled behind you, telling you about the poker game that he’d just won in the game downstairs. Apparently, there had been a man who decided to have a go at cheating, losing the first hour before his luck seemed to change faster than a tug to a slip knot. 

“Would’ve had more luck with you there.” Your head leaned back to rest on his shoulder, looking up into his deep eyes. 

“Next time. You’ll win enough to make back everything you lost and more.” His neck was just at the right angle for your lips to press against his skin. 

When his hand took yours, it didn’t take long for you to pull it closer, and kiss the offered skin. That hand didn’t take long to pull the soap into the bath, rubbing every inch of your skin clean. Angel knew just what he had been doing as he wiped the soap over your nipples, swirling as you were so familiar from his tongue. You knew he’d heard your gasps, that he was just playing from the smirk on his lips. 

It was all the indication needed to turn around in his lap, legs on either side of Angel’s hips. Cleaning his body was nearly second nature, scrubbing the half baked on dirt from his skin. 

“You’re gonna rub my skin right off.” You were nearly done, and his lips suddenly met yours, pulling your thoughts from their duty of cleaning him, right to the length you could feel hidden under water, pressing just against your slit. 

“Tying to get you all clean, just to get you dirty,” you whispered, leaning up to try and take his lips once more. He was easily able to evade you, your lips landing on the hair of his chin. 

“Do you think  you’ll be the one making us dirty?” That soft accent swirled in your head, the promise laid in the words heady.

Hips covered by his large hands, it was all you could do to not gasp as his thick cock split into you, the water lapping at the sides of the tub as he shifted you to rest flush against his hips. He didn ‘t shift again, didn’t move any more than to pull your front to rest against his firm chest. The muscles from years of the harsh climate and hard work pillowed you, his breathing rocking through your torso. 

"My sweet little lady luck. Mine." The words forced a shiver through you, but he didn’t shift you any further, his hands taking control of you and not letting you move. “Been a while since I could relax like this. Just you and me.” His hands slipped from your hips to wrap around your waist, pinning you again. If Angel allowed you to stay like this until time itself stopped, then that would be a few moments too short. Dreams lapped at your consciousness, until his hand was on your jaw, pulling you back with a gentle pat to your cheek. 

“Ain’t done with you just yet, sugar.” The endearment spurred a smile onto your lips, and you pulled back with a sigh, feeling him shift inside you. Still hard as before, the slight sparks of pleasure running through you spoke to the need rising in you. 

“Then use me,” you quickly replied, before heat rose to your cheeks, hearing the words. 

With a strength he rarely used on you, Angel stood in the tub, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, arms tightening over his shoulders. 

“Think you can handle it?” His words were deep, an offer and a dare. 

“You know I can.” You surged forward to press your lips to his, ignoring the way he walked to the bed. As you were laid down, you didn’t feel fabric on your shoulders, but the distinct weave of money over the bed. You propped yourself up, and saw a slew of money over the blankets, the cash sticking to your very wet back. Your legs simply tightened around him, your hand moving to take his, unwilling to allow him to move away from you. 

Angel’s hand moved your hands over your head, pinned to the bed over you. His strength was addictive, pinning you fully. He shifted inside you, and when your eyes met his, you were overtaken by the intensity. 

Each thrust rang drove more pleasure through you, his lips over your collarbone, free hand roaming over your skin. He knew just how to fuck you to find your edge. The orgasm he brought from you was quick, and shortly complimented by his, spilling deep in you. 

As soon as he let your hands go, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, trying to pull him close to you. 

Angel’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. You could still feel a few pieces of money sticking to your shoulders, trapped between your and his body. You were consumed by the man, bowed to his desires and wants. Your legs hooked around his hips, unwilling to let him go.  His rough lips were soft against your chest, as one of his arms reached up to rub up and down your forearm. 

“I’m really glad you won tonight,” you whispered to him. 

“I’ll win every night for you, darlin’.”

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[zipsunz]

hometown college party 🎃

(art by me, script by @sunkitty143!)

[vannral]

icemav's ways to flirt: banter and longing looks

[shrimperini]

hooligans !!!!!! 💥💥💥💥

[heatwavering]

not to uhhh be that person but if you're writing icemav circa whatever-year-you-set Top Gun: Maverick in please please remember those men are old. they don't give a fuck about TikTok. maverick has a private Instagram with nine followers that he only got so he could follow Bradley. His most recent post is of a sunset he took on a bike ride with the caption #WestCoastBestCoast. Ice would have nothing except the public COMPACFLT accounts someone (under thirty-five) in his office runs for him. Their relationship is still reeling from the introduction of Wordle.

[paxdracona]

Whoop, another one :3 Mav's literal guardian angel, bristling with protective anger. Inspired by @polar-equinoxx's 6-winged Ice which is a Mood ♥

Lookit Mav, he's hurt but on the Good Drugs AND he's getting quality cuddles so overall he's pretty content right now. Good for him ♥

[polar-equinoxx]

Beware his wrath if you suggest grounding a certain Mitchell…

alt. versions :)

[heartofhubris]

any molina characters you read as trans? i love bear pussy

1. Angel

Now. This is a strong start oc and we're gunna ignore state of medical care but my boy ran away from everything he knew after most of his everything being taken. Tragic etc but do you see a single person he's close to other than. His 2 henchmen? How many not open trans men only got 2 friends

2. Hugh.

This is opposite Angel's reasoning. Hugh is rich, he's alone, he's very very well educated. Hugh has the breeding and the pedigree to be able to slip from female to male in a heartbeat and everyone to just not talk about it. (Bc they closed ranks and kept the secret) (But also let me into that he'd moan so pretty)

3. Otto

But honestly that's bc I have never forgotten the art from morelikedoccock from March and I do not have a link but it's somewhere my reasoning is slim I just think he's hot so he's trans

But honestly: Wore a shirt/leotard when first showing off the actuators, and sure it could be modesty but is it? or is it hiding the scars. He and Rosie, despite being deeply in lvoe and Rosie in other media being favorable to babies, do not have children, which I'm 100% sure they would've.

4. Arthur h Cartwright

My reasoning is simple: failed theatre kid

5. Oliver Syme

The facial hair, the front, the style, the first name. He's got that he/him pussy energy

6. Marty, when pigs fly

He's newly transitioned (socially) and I sense some kind of guilt misappropriated from his family passing over to transitioning and its a hang up he's got to work on but he's just gunna hold onto it for now until about 30 seconds until he dies.

7. Cliff Orchids, kind of

Cliff doesn't have he him energy he's got he/they energy but he thinks he's too old to do that gender stuff and he's never leaving his house so why does it matter

8. Koysta

This is just for me and one other person but at the time it'd make sense for him to be more comfy in the country. He's fairly anti-touch, even more than the normal amount of the time, and he just doesn't get women in a way the other men do.

List of them I think are bc I just vibe with it, no reasoning: Mr needful, (Rick and morty), Boris the Butcher, Comte de Raynaud,

Conversely, characters i think are cisgendered currently: Horvath, Galan, Blofeld, George Garea (confused but he's so down w trans ppl tho), Kenneth Halliwell (not down with the trans), Andreus (Typhoon's people, he's down with us), Jimmy Styles (I would not come out to him), Aringrosa

[cascosart]

He's wearing pants in this but go to my patreon to see angel without them. I need to post him to my twitter but it's late and I'm drunk.

Doesn't help that angel makes the perfect table for alcohol.

[huntmavs]

icemav: we keep this love in a photograph

pain

[atomicstarcat]

Master and apprentice!💛💙

[zipsunz]

yeah yeah talk your shit 💥💥

(plus some school hcs below with help from @sunkitty143 !!)

[call-sign-shark]

✨Angel in Disguise ✨

Part 2 : Angel in Distress || Part 3: Angel In Panic

Summary: Studying hard for the Uranium Mission, you fall asleep in the meeting room. Hangman takes care of you...  Bonus: Bob's cameo.

Words: 1K

Tags: None, this is fluff.

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Jake had never been a heavy sleeper. The slightest noise usually made him jumped off his bed and look around him in panic. From his childhood to the man he is today, his sleep has always been plagued by nightmares. That is why he never wanted to spend the night with you after you had sex. He would put his clothes back on, wink at you with that specific cocky flat-lipped grin and leave before you could ask him if he wanted to stay. Somehow, you grew used to it, even though it still hurt you. When you start fucking together, you both made it clear that it was just for fun. Because of your job, neither of you  allowed yourself to have a stable and serious relationship. But a part of you could not help but hope it was not just for the sex. At least, you could be friend? But you highly doubted that, for even during the day Jake behaved with you as he would behave with anyone: typical arrogant Hangman demeanor.

Tonight was one of those sleepless nights when Morpheus' arms could not reach him for his sweet embrace. Rather than turning around again and again in his bed, Jake decided to wander aimlessly in the military base. His plan was to grab something hot to drink, a coffee or a tea,  and to go for a night walk in order to keep both his mind and time busy. That was what he was doing when he noticed light coming from under the door of the meeting room. He furrowed his blond brows, perplexed. Was someone in there? He listened carefully, on the lookout for the smallest sound he could hear. After a few minutes of complete and peaceful silence, Jake came to the conclusion that someone had just forgotten to switch the lights off. Well, he had nothing else to do so he entered the room and reached for the switch. He was about to switch the lights off when he noticed a motionless silhouette, sitting further away in the room. Recognizing the overall, he understood it was certainly one of his crewmates. Judging by their peaceful and slow breathing, they were probably asleep. He wondered who it could be though. 

Jake walked towards the unidentifiable dagger to see who had fallen asleep here. How surprised he was when he recognized your adorable face. Your left cheek was pressed against your crossed arms, which were resting on the table. All around you were scattered the F-14 manual, the plan of the missions, and many other papers on which was written each maneuver and how to do them. You knew this information by heart, but your anxiety forced you to re-read them again and again.

The tall blonde man gently shook his head - he had not even noticed how anxious you were. The truth was you were so used to hiding your emotions that no one could read what you were hiding behind your smile. A twinge of sadness and remorse pinched his heart at the thought he had not been there for you. He should have reassured you, he should have helped you, but he did not. Jake started to wonder how many times he had missed the moments you were hurting, and it made him feel terribly guilty.. He who had been busy avoiding you during the day by fear of not being able to control the fucking feelings he started to have for you.

He ran his large and calloused hand through your hair with a surprising tenderness. As he did, he observed your attractive face, relaxed by your sleepy mind. You were breathtakingly beautiful... A faint and soft smile stretched the corners of his mouth at such a beautiful sight. His fingers gently brushed your seductive lips he was always craving. 

Jake decided he could not let you sleep in that uncomfortable position. Noticing the faint goosebumps on your arms, he first took his flight jacket off and put it on your shoulders to keep you warm. It was a dark brown leather jacket with fake lighter brown fur inside. Several patches had been sewn from here to there on the leather. Instinctively, you snuggled in his jacket, lulled by the warmth and the delicate masculine perfume you knew far too well. Your shoulders relaxed, as if your whole body assimilated Jake with safety, which was the case to be true. 

"Hey sleepy head, I'm going to bring you to your bed." 

You perceived his voice but did not quite understand what he said, for you were still dozing. All you could do was mumbling some inintelligible words. Jake could not help but snort with amusement. You were so damn cute .. He carefully carried you, bride-style, in his muscular arms. Instinctively again, you snuggled against his warm chest. He walked out of the meeting room, managing to switch the lights off with his elbows. 

He walked through the corridors, with you sleeping in his arms. Yet, he felt you moving and grunting slightly because your mind noticed that your body was being moved in another location.

"Alright, alright, alright... My bedroom is nearer." He whispered, even though he was not sure you were listening to him.

After a few minutes, he got to his room's door. Jake stopped in front of it and lowered his gaze towards your sleepy face to check on you. Fortunately enough he had not disrupted your sleep. You really needed some rest after all the anxiety you experienced lately. Once again, he smiled as he looked at your sleepy pout and realized how much you meant to him. Maybe he should consider talking to you about your relationship... Maybe you could be more than fuck buddies? Jake 's face leaned over yours, and he gently pressed his lips against yours to give you an adorable peck. His face backed off and he smirks - he had missed your lips. 

A sudden unpleasant thrill ran down his spine. He was feeling watched. Jake clenched his jaws and looked around him...

Only to find Bob, standing in the corridor. 

"The fuck you're doing here?"

"I got up to snack on something." Bob answered, his hand on the doorknob as he had frozen in this position when he saw Hangman kissing you.

"... Don't tell anyone." 

"Hm." Bob shrugged, letting him struggle with a vague answer.

After all, he had always known there was something between Hangman and you.

[reiverreturns]

it absolutely sends me how visibly confused maverick is when cain tells him he's been recalled to top gun. man is either as dumb as a bag of rocks labelled 'gay nepotism' or has been squeezing in acting lessons between deployments.