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[goddesspharo]

Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?

[death2toby]

never sat right in my soul that i couldn’t fit wolf slider in my zine so here he is and wow his boyfriends want him so bad

once again these boys are from @rainbowsuitcase’s pack animals, a fic i’m normal about.

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Commission for @exhuastedpigeon of a scene from their hangster fic, Courting Rituals💛🧇

simple colour // half body // + background elements

Sketch and close up below

[ltjakeseresin]

glen and his twins Theodore and Chicken Little

[emo-machine42]

[ozonecologne]

with a bruise as a consequence by ozonecologne

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Hangman” Seresin (Top Gun: Maverick)

12k, rated M

Jake breathes out, grief-stricken, as he pulls higher and higher. The enemy’s missile tone chases them with only seconds to go, and Jake feels its drag like a physical weight across his back. “I’m sorry,” he says, and it’s not just for this. The tone for a missile lock tolls through the air. “I’m so sorry, Bradley.” -- The ending of Top Gun: Maverick if Maverick was never team leader.

[laswells-ashtray]

All of them rip on each other, it's friendly banter that borders on rivalry and it's good for keeping locker rooms amusing. It just so happens that Slider not only has the greatest pilot, he has the man with the quickest wit by his side. He isn't Iceman for his warm, bubbly demeanour.

When the RIOS start squabbling about who's the best between them, Ron has to step forward and defend his name.

"Wolf, the only thing anyone has heard about you is that you've been fucked more times than you've had hot meals."

Sue him, it's funnier than just calling the man scrawny.

He's lucky when Tom's bare shoulder rubs against his own, the pilot is still dripping wet and yet no less scathing than usual when he joins in, stealing Ron's deodorant under the excuse of borrowing it as he does.

"I heard it was neck-and-neck before he skipped lunch."

The howling laughter from everyone within ear shot, including Wolfman himself, is enough to boost Slider's ego even more than being the pair with the highest number of points among everyone.

[kcsplace]

Top Gun Silliness

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

TOPGUNtober Day 3: Chaste Kisses

Finished up this sketch :P

(i DID draw something for day 4 today! its just currently scribbled on scrap paper and i used up my evening hanging with fam and going on a drive)

lineart + sketch below

[pilvimarja]

Top Gun: Maverick portraits - Phoenix

A version with sunglasses in my Ko-Figallery

Stickers, pins etc. on my Redbubble High quality prints on my INPRNT

[cora-trash-art]

chillin at the sea 🌊

[beansfrombeans]

i hope you all think of me not just as your friend but as your mutual who likes your personal post like way too soon after you posted it

[mstgsmy66]

[pilvimarja]

Also on my Ko-Fi and RedBubble shop

[kairukitsuneo]

🐔🥴 Happy 11/11🎉

[fairyinthetrees]

going with the flow in a face down in a river kinda way

[laswells-ashtray]

Slider views a drunken handjob between friends as a mere moment of shared space. Nothing questionable about intimacy with those you love, it's like the simple generosity of sharing a cigarette with a close pal.

And in his opinion, as the man's RIO and the person that the infamous Iceman arguably spends most of his time with, Tom never looks prettier than when he's getting exactly what he wants.

Ron knows that when Tom is worrying his lip between his teeth, he's a step away from begging. As undignified as he may think it. When he's trying his best to stay completely silent, lord forbid he drop the persona and let Ron know that he's enjoying himself or he wants more.

Tom Kazansky is the only man Ron has ever met who can hold a steely glare while his cock is leaking in someone else's hand, even as his cheeks flush scarlet and he sucks an angry breath between his teeth. He claims to utterly despise pet names, or perhaps Ron's brand of them. "Princess" never fails to incite a loathing in his pilot.

Trailing his teeth across Tom's neck, licking and sucking at the sweat-damp skin with the threat of leaving a mark behind for someone else to see, awakens a violent reaction in the blonde. His knee jerks, always the right, and Tom will claw at the back of his neck until he pulls back and offers him a halfhearted apology peck on the cheek.

It's exactly what Tom wants, to be teased and tormented, to have his pleasure pried from him as he kicks up a fuss and pretends to struggle.

Ron would be a terrible friend, an appalling backseater, if he didn't wring the stress from his pilot with a careful swipe of his thumb over the head of Tom's cock.