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It is currently 12:30 am and all I can think about is Maverick/Ace just being like...a happy couple. Bubbly extrovert with their introvert?? Yes plz

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I got really bored and decided to doodle some of my favorite operators. I usually don't like to share my art but this time I decided to.

The operators I drew from the top of the page to bottom.

Buck (With long wavy hair)

Mozzie

Mace (My ship name for Maverick x Ace)

Jackal

Bandit

(Sorry if the picture looks low quality, my phone camera sucks)

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Confident Gay vs Panicked Gay

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Could I request some NSFW with Ace and Maverick. They are a rare pairing but they are my favorite! Also personally I believe Maverick is the bottom.

OMG I KIND OF FORGOT THIS ASK EXISTED AND IT WAS JUST SITTING IN MY DRAFTS IM SO SORRY

a rare pair indeed!! enjoy the fire symbolism

Erik felt a safety in Håvard’s presence he would only feel in a place such as Kabul. It was difficult for him to feel safe in a place, and to feel safe in the presence of a person was nearly impossible for him.

The sex with him was slow and sweet, in contrast to Håvard’s hotshot, fireball personality.

A hot and silky weight rested against his inner thigh as they kissed. It wasn’t desperate and depraved like their first time, instead it was controlled but no less passionate.

A raging forest fire had ignited in Erik’s belly. Everything was hot, so burning hot. Pale fingers traced down his back in intricate, nonsensical designs, leaving ash in their wake. Teeth nipped at his neck, just on the right side of painful.

He hummed, curling his fingers in perfect blond hair that fell over his forehead in near-white waves. A kind yet firm hand pushed him back onto the bed and he happily went, followed closely by the man above him.

They couldn’t bear to not touch each other for even a heartbeat, skin sliding against skin like flint against steel. Curious hands travelled well-known paths like migrating birds, who left so often but returned in search of heat.

Erik cupped Håvard’s face, thumbs rubbing against the man’s aristocratic cheekbones tenderly. Håvard panted against his neck, breath hot like a blowtorch. Erik hissed as the other blond began to grind against him, creating wonderful friction that made sparks fly.

Even after they were done, they laid there together on the bed, slowly cooling off.

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a dose of aggressive positivity by janus~ 

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*Mozzie and Gridlock talking*

*Maverick and Buck walk in on the conversation*

Mozzie: So my foot's totally stuck in there right, I'm freaking out, the dogs having a seizure and I still have half a pie left.

Buck: ...What the fuck?

Maverick: What is he trying to say?

Gridlock: I don't know I stopped listening an hour ago

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Mozzie: *listening to the rain* I like the rain, it's peaceful

Mozzie: and it'll also clean up a murder

Maverick: You wouldn't need the rain to clean up after you if you used an icicle as the murder weapon

Buck: What's wrong with both of you?!