#maverick x cyclone

[enthyrea]

iceman/maverick/cyclone commission for @sizzlingcloudalmondspy !! they requested ice and cy teasing a flustered maverick in the early 90s :)

thank you for commissioning me!

[doodledraw]

a tiny…..joint post lol? I guess with @enthyrea we both drew some of the JCPenny photos with our favorite daggers!! I hope you like them :))

[k9effect]

A little mavclone gift for @enthyrea <3 love you bestie! I blame you for the mavclone brainrot

[click for better quality, reblogs appreciated!]

[js4440]

Imagine that Mav sits down to tell Roo how he met his father.

Things will go as in HIMYM, the audience will have multiple husband choices for Mav, Goose being the biggest candidate due to his resemblance to Roos.

The other husband candidates are various people like Slider, Cyclone, Warlock, Hondo... because of Mav's sluttiness. 😆

As the seasons progress, Goose will unfortunately die because Mav's husband will reveal to be Ice.

[incorrectopgun]

cyclone: are you even listening?

maverick: i am, but i wish i wasn’t

[mcu-and-buckybarnes-things]

Look at Mav’s legs, he’s not afraid of Cyclone at all.

He’s probably spanking Cyclone in his head now.

[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

Cyclone: You're grounded, Captain. Permanently.

Maverick: It's Christmas, sir.

Cyclone: Yeah, I see the decorations. Good luck in the New Year.

[topgunruinedme]

Buzz

Master list 

Synopsis: The missions done, they lived. Mavrick got Bradly back, and buzzed a tower. It was all falling together, although his partner is not at all impressed. 

He leaned back on the bed breathing heavily, turning slightly as the other man lay down snuggling up to him. 

“You’re lucky you’re so beautiful” his lip twitched as he lightly trailed his finger down the man’s naked back, tracing invisible patterns.

Mav gave him an unimpressed look, “I just let you go to town on me and that’s all I get?”. Beau’s lips widened, eyes twinkling in mirth, “well…I could always go to warlock, I’m sure he had some work for me to- hmnhff” Beau didn’t even get to finish his sentence before the smaller man launched at him his lips firmly against his own.

“Don’t you dare” Mav murmured against his lips his own smile pressed against his skin, “You would traumatize the man”.

Beau hummed, he let his hand travel down to the man’s thigh as the man shuffled clearly expecting more, “So soon?” Mav asked sighing softly as he rolled onto his back and opened his legs for easier access, his appendage already filling again. Beau’s hand travelled to his inner thigh and mav yelped jerking away from him and looking at him incredulously “did you just pinch me?” Mav demanded. Beau’s lips stretched into a smirk, “if you buzz my tower again, I won’t be so forgiving next time”. 

[percyheartrb]

MAVERICK: So, will you tell me what the hell the nickname means?

CYCLONE: Oh for the love of Jesus Christ, don't you have something to do?

MAVERICK: Come on, how long could it take you to tell me?

CICLONE: Believe me when I tell you this, Mitchell. We would be standing here three whole days...

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

I don’t ship it but why is Maverick x Cyclone called “Cymav” instead of “Mavcycle” cuz I feel like that’s right up there with “Hangaroo” as a missed opportunity...

[itsmiii]

Cruel

Rating: E

Relationship: Cyclone/Maverick

CW: cbt, painplay

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Maverick was shaking under Beau's careful attention. Red marks and bruises were stretching all over his back. His head was hanging heavy between his shoulders, ragged pants sounding through the room. His arms were being held up by the wrists with soft leather cuffs. His legs were spread, his balls tight and cock pressing up against his stomach.

There was a matching part of leather cuffs on Maverick's ankles.

His legs were shaking.

Beau tutted and ran his crop along the cleft of Maverick's ass. It made him startle, twitch and moan.

"You should look at yourself. You're such a mess and it's still not enough. You're a greedy thing, Pete."

With these words Beau ran the crop down Maverick's perineum and snapped it against his balls.

[enthyrea]

“Admiral Simpson!” Maverick calls, waving him over. “Thanks for coming.” He grins, leaning his elbows on the bar in an inviting stance. Cyclone can’t help but look him over, appreciating the way the jeans on Maverick fit him just so– No. Not doing that.  He appreciates Maverick’s outfit in a completely straight and normal way. Taking the spot next to the other man, he takes care to plant his feet in a completely natural and normal manner. “Maverick, thank you for extending the invite.” He says, like he rehearsed it fifteen times in the rearview mirror before leaving his car. “It’s good to see you.” 

i wrote another fic :} mavclone this time!

you can read it here! acquired taste by enthyrea

shoutout to @doodledraw and @green-socks for being lovely betas and cheerleaders <3

[doodledraw]

Mavclone drawing based on a leather jackets ad @earthaboveskybelow sent in discord :)) reference pic under the cut!!

[twiddler2]

Gotta cut loose, footloose

((cyclone x maverick))

Beau ‘cyclone’ Simpson didn’t dance. The loud music, the unnecessary body movements, he found it all obnoxious and annoying. But of course everyone has there own weakness, and his was named maverick.

Beau had just gotten off and was driving home, the last thing he would want to deal with is him but he had to answer the phone, it never was but could’ve been important.

“Hey!” Maverick loudly exclaimed over the phone, “Me and the students were doing a small thing at the bar and I was just seein’ if you would wanna drive over for a few?”

Beau looked at the time and then thought for a minute, it’s late and he should be getting home. But his voice, mavericks voice, it felt enticing in a way that put him into a trance. “Yeah, I can be over” he gave in.

“Great! See ya then!”

Just like that it was gone again, that was until a few minutes later when he arrived. He walked into the bar and could immediately tell where they were with the piano screaming from across the room.

Pete lit up when he saw Beau from across the bar. “Hey!” He waved him over.

Beau walked over and sat down beside him, “I don’t think I had the chance to congratulate you on the mission”

“Thanks, it means a lot, Beau”

‘Beau’ Pete saying it repeated in his mind, his name, not his callsign, his real name echoed through Beau’s head.

“Been working so hard” rooster sang

Beau snapped out of the trance hearing the beginning of the song, and couldn’t help but enjoy the music.

Pete noticed it, even if just for a small glance, Beau was nodding his head along and moving his hands to the song.

Pete ‘maverick’ Mitchell was as flirtatious as they came and he was sure willing to show it.

There was a extra microphone, key word being ‘was’ since it’s now being occupied by maverick who had stood up and grabbed it a moment ago.

There were a few people on the floor, dancing with there partners or friends.

“Your playing so cool,

Obeying every rule”

Pete continued from where Bradley was in the song while walking closer towards Beau

“Dig way down in your heart,

Your burning, yearning, for some

Somebody to tell you

That life ain’t passing you by”

Pete took a chance and held his hand out, still smiling with the song.

Beau was hesitant. His eyes got locked on Pete’s who was looking down at him, there was a clear wave of rejection washing over his soft green eyes.

“I’m trying to tell you”

Pete was a bit shocked hearing Beau starting to sing and stand up in front of him.

“It will if you don’t even try”

Pete adjusted quickly and held the microphone in between the both of them as they both started singing louder than before.

“You can fly if you’d only cut loose,

Footloose

Kick off your Sunday shoes

Ooh-wee Marie

Shake it, shake it for me”

They stayed like that for a bit, dancing with each other while singing the song, but it had to come to end eventually as all things did.

“Everybody cut, everybody cut,

Everybody cut, everybody cut

Everybody cut, everybody cut

(Everybody) everybody cut footloose”

The song ended with Pete put the microphone down and closing the space in between the two.

‘Maybe’ Beau though. ‘Maybe I could get used to dancing’

AN: criticism is encouraged!

[suchelegantmonsters]

Consider It One of the Consequences

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

Rating: E

Word count: 7,603 

Summary: Mav has never been called before Congress before and Cyclone has some concerns about Mav’s ability to sell the official story so he’ll have to find the right motivator if he wants Mav to play along.

Set one year after the events of TGM. Written for the prompt "Last summer was one no one could ever forget. Now, a year later, character(s) still feel(s) the effects of that time."

Warnings: Dom/sub undertones, under negotiated kinks

@tgm-all4one

[topgunhappilyeverafter]

Snapshot of my Heart

By: @chicabae (ChicaBae)

For: @miii-chaaan (miiichaaan)

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

Rating: T

Word count: 3776

Summary: “No, like this Pete.” Soft fingers tilt his chin up. “There,” the low timbre of the voice fills Pete’s ears, “much better. So good for me darlin’.” the soft Texas drawl floats in the air, making his smile spread. “Stay just like that.” Green eyes stare at him so intensely Pete wants to fall into them. His own gaze drops to half-smirking lips as they twist into a pout and speak again, “We can’t do this Pete,” they sigh wistfully. Abandoning his pose, Pete moves closer to the taller man. “Beau…” he whispers, reaching out to touch his cheek.

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