#domestic icemav

[pollyna]

Mav and Ice's socks drawer is split perfectly in half: white or black ones on the right side, and colourful pairs with drawings of all kinds on the left. Nobody ever believes Mav when he says his side is the one on the right.

[icemankazansky]

TOP GUN

new official i remember we were fearless translation → 15/??

[topgunfluffmeme]

A night of unfortunate events

submitted by @topgunruinedme  It started off as an early Saturday, they both had the day off surprisingly. Maverick was settled, laying on top of Ice on the couch, snuggling up to Ice’s chest and entwining their legs, trying to mould into his tired boyfriend.

  Ice chuckled lowly as Maverick rubbed his face against him again. “Is there something you want Maverick?”, Ice asked in amusement as the smaller man pressed against him again; grinding his hips down on Ice’s thigh, Mav gave him a pouting look.

  Ice smiled and ran his hand through his boyfriend’s messy hair and mussed, “it’s right there darling, if you want something you’re going to have to work for it”.

Maverick whined it was high-pitched and filled with annoyance and desire as he shifted his hips again, his appendage stiffening against Ice’s leg.

  It never stopped to amaze Ice how quickly Mav could get hard. Maverick pressed his face into Ice’s chest trying to quiet the whines and groans as the movement of his hips grew more prominent.

  “Good boy. Keep going” Ice mumbled against Maverick’s neck as he laid a soft kiss there, Maverick whimpered and his hips stuttered, “Keep going” Ice urged, “take it all”.

Maverick let out a half sob of relief as his orgasm hit him, his body tensing.

Ice calmly ran his hand through the other man’s hair helping ground him as he came down from his high. Rubbing the smaller mans back as he relaxed against him, letting out a satisfied sign.

  His messy hair was sweaty and plastered to his forehead. Ice lip twitched as the man rested his chin on his chest and looked up at him through his eyelashes.

  “Can you hand me the remote darling?” Ice asked softly, his eyes narrowing as the body above him stiffened. Maverick turned and looked up at him sheepishly, oh god. What now?

“I can’t find the remote...” Maverick said quietly, Ice ground his teeth “I’m actually going to kill you”.

//

  Maverick pouted at the kitchen wall; Ice had thrown him out of their bedroom after his attempt at a distraction on the couch. Honestly, the man would have done the same thing, everyone knew how much Ice liked order and admitting to having lost something was suicide.

  Maverick looked around the kitchen in frustration, this was a lose-lose scenario. No one could ever win against Ice. His eyes travelled to the cookbook left out on the bench and to the knife beside it and an idea planted itself inside his head.

No one could win, but perhaps he could soften the blow.

He grinned as he bounced across the kitchen to the book opening it to a random page.

“Lunch meals” Maverick mussed as he flipped through the book frowning, Tomato, and plum salad with tarragon. What the heck was tarragon?

Tomato and Olive penne? Egg, bacon and tomato tart? What was with all the tomatoes? Was he in the tomato section?

Maverick flipped through the book before deciding on a semi-easy meal, tray-baked tomatoes with chorizo and ricotta. Whatever that was.

  Honestly cooking couldn’t be that hard, Ice did it all the time. He scanned the recipe before opening the fridge and retrieving the needed items, tomatoes, ricotta, and chorizo. Why did they have ricotta?

He winced slightly as he opened the cupboard with trays and they clattered against each other as he attempted to quietly retrieve one, but he didn’t hear any movement in their bedroom. Maybe Ice had gone back to bed, he thought hopefully.

  //

The bedroom door opened, and Ice dropped into the couch of the living room. The house was disturbingly quiet. Maverick less, the hairs on his arms stood up in distress.

Where was Maverick? He truly wasn’t that angery at the man to force him to leave. It had been petty to kick him out of their room, but he hadn’t meant the house. Distress and worry swallowed him up and a ball sat in his throat that he couldn’t get rid of no matter how many times he swallowed.

“Maverick?” he called out uneasily in the quiet house, relief flooded through him as an answer was called back to him, “in the kitchen! Uh don’t come in here!”.

Ice raised an eyebrow in amusement, Maverick in the kitchen as a disaster waiting to happen. Maverick was the clumsiest person he knew, and it somehow doubled when the man was in the kitchen. He let his lip twitch as he spotted a black rectangle hiding underneath the coffee table.

Of cause, the reason for their fight to begin with. He rolled his eyes grabbing it and changed the channel he might as well wait for Maverick to finish whatever project, he had started so he could patch him up. He wondered if he had refilled their med kit from last time.

//

Maverick frowned as the knife halted halfway through the tomato, he pushed on it harder and gasped in pain as the knife bend on an awkward angle slicing over the fat of his palm. The knife clattered onto the bench as he lifted his bleeding hand to his mouth in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Which obviously didn’t help as he felt the blood drip from his lips down his chin.

“Mav? What was that noise?” he heard Ice call out, his eyes widened in panic, the man in question stepped into the kitchen eyebrows risen high on his head as he took in the bloodied sight of his boyfriend.

“God your bleeding! How the hell did you od that?”

“I was trying to cut the tomatoes!”

Ice huffed and opened the cabinet under the sink pulling out an unfortunately familiar med kit and pulled maverick closer. Ice smiled fondly at the man wrapping his hand, only Maverick could manage this.

Maverick buried his head in his boyfriend’s neck and, he huffed out a sorrowful sign, “I’m sorry” he whined against Ice’s neck. Ice held him tightly resting his chin on Maverick’s head. “no, sweetie, it’s okay…” 

//

Maverick had managed to rush Ice out of the kitchen 20 minutes ago when the man had attempted to get a glance at what he had been cooking, he was set it into the oven not long after.

He pulled out the plates with a satisfied smile when a weird smell entered the kitchen. He frowned looking around, where was it coming from?

“I smell something burning, you’re sure you’re okay in there?” Ice called out from the living room in concern, Maverick eyes widened his eyes zeroing in on the oven where a small string of smoke was coming from.

  He grabbed a tea towel and flung the door open coughing as the smoke hit him. His eyes watered as he attempted to lift the hot try that burnt through the tea towels.

  The trey clattered loudly on the stovetop as he backed away, “I’m fine! I’m fine!” he called out hoarsely smoke still assaulting his lungs.

The smoke alarms went off and he groaned in despair, running cold water over his still-aching hands.

Ice rushed in frowning at the sign of him running his hands underwater. He signed “I’ll call off the firefighters”, Ice ran a hand through his hair stressed walking outside the house where a familiar emergency service alarm was blearing grew closer.

Maverick hung his head, why couldn’t he do anything right?

//

Maverick laid down on his side of the bed sulkily his hands still wrapped from the paramedic. Apparently, he had burnt them bad enough that they wouldn’t listen to his protest.

“Do you understand why you are banned from the kitchen now?” Ice asked quietly in the darkness the man’s arm wrapped around Maverick’s small waist pulling his sulking body into Ice’s larger one.

Maverick felt disappointment weigh down his bones but needed “yeah” he admitted softly. “I just, I just wanted to make up, do something nice” he muttered, Ice kissed him on the back of his head. “That’s what takeout menus are for darling”.

  “Just be glad you didn’t use the milk” Ice hummed; Maverick blinked in confusion. “Milk?” he asked, “we didn’t have any?”. He could almost feel the irritation growing off the man behind him, “well I put it on the grocery list!” Ice bit and Maverick winced slightly; he had been the one to beg Ice to let him do the shopping. “I didn’t think I needed the list!” Maverick argued weakly, Ice growled, “you clearly did!”.

[frozen-seagrass]

Mav stole Ice's glasses lol

[torchflies]

Me, sobbing as I imagine an AU where Rooster runs away at seventeen, once he finds out that Mav, Slider and Ice pulled his papers.  

Where Rooster meets a girl who treats him like shit, so desperate to be loved that he puts up with it, and then — there's a baby. 

A baby boy that Rooster spends over twenty-two years raising all by himself after she leaves them, begging for help from the baby’s maternal grandparents because he has no other option. 

A perfect little boy that makes Bradley understand everything that Mav, Ice and Sli gave up to raise him, after his Mom died when he was little. He forgives them somewhere between his little boy’s first day of kindergarten and the first time his baby looks up at a jet plane and says “I wanna fly too, Daddy!”

His baby boy, who grows like a weed and then there's NROTC, college in two years flat and his little smarty pants graduates Top Gun the youngest ever — as a wizzo. His baby boy is a Weapons Systems Officer (WSO) and gets the callsign Kiwi for his big green eyes and love of the damn things. Bradley spends hours laughing his ass off, the minute he realizes a Kiwi is also a little fluffy bird. 

I need this AU so much, you don't understand. 

I need them to pull Bradley’s baby boy for the Dagger mission as a spare wizzo. 

Because you know who is going to have to demonstrate the same techniques in a F-18 single and double seater? Mav. 

You know who isn't prepared to get a backseater for the first time in decades? Mav. 

Especially not one named Nicky Bradshaw. 

[im-sorry-what-ii]

I just saw a photo of val kilmer and had to run to tumblr to express my thoughts because this photo gives me such icemav moving into their new house vibes and I can't explain it

The domesticity. The warmth. Mav convincing ice to just stand still for a second or getting him to pose. The soft hair. The glasses. I'm losing my mind

[emmedoesntdomath]

ice, stirring his cake batter, not looking up: no.

mav, who had been reaching around him to stick his finger in said batter: I wasn’t gonna!

ice, smacking away his other hand: uhuh

~ mav, casually leaning against the counter: hey, babe, I was thinking- SHIT

ice, pretending that he didn’t just hip-check mav away from the icing he had been trying to taste: yes, dear?

~ *hours later*

*mav sneaking into the kitchen at 1AM to get a little bit of the cake he knows ice hid in the pantry*

ice, sleepily, from their bedroom: don’t even think about it

mav, jumping out of his skin: hOW THE FUCK-

[streetsweepershenanigans]

Maverick has zero (0) concept of personal space, like Ice could just be showering, and boom! Here comes Mav, busting the door down and strolling in, going something along the lines of:

Ice: *enjoying a nice warm peaceful shower after a stressful day at work*

Maverick: *busting in the bathroom door* Get a load of this-

Ice: ಠ_ಠ ? ....I'm in the shower?

But then after a while, it just becomes a common domestic thing that happens. Mav sits on the toilet lid or the bathroom counter and tells Ice about his day and asking advice, and eventually, Ice begins weighing in and offering his own thoughts. Mav hands Ice a towel (sometimes he'll pull one from the dryer so it's nice and warm) when he turns the water off and passes him whatever he needs from the counter before following Ice from the bathroom into their bedroom where Mav will flop onto the bed and continue whatever story or conversation he's started while Ice dresses.

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

The Man You Are [Trans!Mav x Ice]

“I love you, Mav,” Ice whispers after yet another few minutes. “I love everything about you. I couldn't imagine a better person to be with.”

“Man,” Mav corrects Ice with a sniff. “Not person.”

Ice squeezes him. “I couldn't wish for a better boyfriend,” he repeats instantly and plants a soft kiss in Mav's hair.

–

Mav is experiencing a difficult gender shift and Ice does everything to make him feel better in his skin.

~~~

My trans/nonbinary/genderfluid Mav fic is finally here!! I hope you like it!! 🧡

There were a couple of people who explicitly stated to be interested in this one so I'm just gonna tag you here so you don't miss it (hope that's okay): @nyx2021 @aech0folk @whyamisolatetotheparty @blazingstar29 @snonkerdoodlefizzy221b @diadotcom @ghostbird-7

[babygirllinds]

The Polaroid Mav took of Ice one early morning as he talked to Slider on the phone. He tucked it in his wallet as soon as it developed fully and stares at it to remind himself of the love he’s come to know. He looks at it on bad days, running his fingers over the wrinkles and memorizes the smile he’s come to fall in love with every day.

He tucks it in plain sight of his plane before every mission and promises to come home to that face for the rest of his life, kissing it before going up in the air and kissing it when he lands. When he comes home each time, Ice is there with that same bright smile and open arms, pulling him in for a sweet kiss and the promise of forever.

click here for Ice’s Polaroid of Mav

[the-ace-with-spades]

Firm believer that Ice was never in denial about Mav being hot - from the minute he met him, he knew Mav was hot, but he also knew he was cocky af so it kinda cancels out and leaves him just being annoying. So he could kinda ignore it and go along with his day as normal knowing that there are tones of attractive, annoying guys that he can just fuck once and get it out of the system anytime he goes to a secret gay bar or something.

But then Slider gets them to go and meet with Carole and Ice sees Mav interacting with Bradley and he has literal sirens in his head playing on repeat as he thinks, "oh no, he's cute."

[pollyna]

Sometimes, the biggest problem in the Kazansky-Mitchell household is the dishwasher that isn't clear as it should. The pair of red underwear with white shirts that makes everything pink and as Ice laughing for days and then he puts on the same shirt to go to important meetings because it's such an inconsequential thing buy makes him happy and as Mav texting all day with scenario's of how different people are going to react to that new color. And sometimes it's no more milk in the fridge, one egg instead that two so no homemade pancake Mav! just to be solved by so I can take you out for a breakfast date, Kazansky?

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(Rooster opens the front door to his and Hangman's house and sees Maverick)

Maverick:...Can I sleep on your couch?

Rooster: What's wrong with your couch?

Maverick: Ice wants me farther away than that.

Hangman: What did you do?

Maverick: I accidentally erased the finale of that singing competition show he loves so much.

Rooster and Hangman: *HORRIFIED GASPS*

Maverick:...OK, so I should try Phoenix's place then?

[mollymauk-teafleak]

I headcanon Ice as having long bouts of insomnia, especially when he’s not deployed and isn’t forced to stick to a very regimented military sleep schedule. He’s always getting up in the night and wandering, deciding he needs to do the dishes he forgot the evening before or sorting the bookshelves cos it really makes more sense if they’re alphabetical.

It drives Maverick nuts because he’s not good at sleeping alone, he needs the steady breathing of Ice next to him or his heartbeat against his ear. So when they’re trying to get their baby daughter Sofia into a sleep schedule, it gives Mav an idea.

So it’s dinner, bath time then pyjamas every night in the same order for little Sofia. And she gets one story and one song then they’ll hold her in the rocking chair Viper donated to them because his kids outgrew it years ago. And when she’s nodded off, she goes in her crib.

And then Mav’s like okay, you go shower, I’ll make you a tea. Then Ice finds the shirt and shorts laid out on the bed. Then it’s exactly an hour of TV before Mav says they should go upstairs now. Then Mav offers to brush his hair before bed.

It’s like three days of this before Ice is like…….hey wait a minute.

[icemav86]

Maverick has nowhere to be and he’s gotten good at turning off his internal clock on days he can sleep in. The sun streaming through the window onto the bed gives him a general sense of the time so he’s not surprised when he sees Ice exit the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. Mav offers a sleepy smile in answer to Ice’s quiet good morning, and settles back into his pillow to watch Ice dress. He makes no attempt to keep his eyes from roaming across Ice’s body when Ice’s towel drops to the floor, a pleasant heat settling in his belly at the sight of Ice’s long, lean body. Ice is efficient when he dresses, and precise, nothing out of place as he pulls his uniform on. Maverick’s learned to expect nothing less, but watching Ice move through his routine hasn’t gotten old. None of this has - their combined scent mingling in the sheets, the simple domesticity of their lives, the knowledge that he and Ice continue to choose each other. It didn’t come easily or without risk and all of it is worth it, for this life they built.

“I see you watching me, Mav,” Ice says, humor in his voice as he straightens his collar.

“Never gonna stop, Kazansky,” he replies, leering for effect. It’s true, though. For ten years he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off Ice and he can’t imagine that ever changing. He says as much, when Ice leans over the bed to kiss Mav goodbye. It’s a soft, lingering kiss - one that could turn to more if they had the time. Reluctantly, he lets Ice pull away, to head to work. He sinks back into the sheets already thinking of how he’ll welcome Ice home that night.

From this prompt: Fluff Enjoying Watching Lover Get Dressed/Undressed

[calkale]

Younger icemav headcanons

older icemav headcanons here

Another timeline before i get into it ✌️ they met at top gun obvi and hooked up after the layton rescue, mav went back to top gun (for 3 months) but still kept in touch with ice, mav finally confessed years later it was like 1995-2000, they went through a bit of a rough patch after that but they did make up and started their relationship, mav became a test pilot in 2006 and ice stopped flying around then too

-Ice has a tramp stamp, this one is not up for debate this is real val kilmer told me, he got it in like 1984 but imagine that sexy old man with a tramp stamp hello

-mav thinks the tramp stamp is really hot but he does make fun of it

-the biting thing ice did in the locker room awakened something in mav, that was when he realized just how much he wanted ice

-one time when mav got deployed for like a year ice didnt bleach his hair and let his natural colour (medium to light brown) grow out and when mav came back he was so shocked, he dyed his hair again years later but they both agreed ices natural hair suited him more now

-mav drinks instant coffee and ice hates it

-Ice smells like coconut, this ones kinda canon cause of the shaving cream or whatever in his locker. He has coconut shampoo and conditioner too he takes such good care of his hair and forced mav to do the same, he figured out mass hair type and picked the perfect shampoo and conditioner for him

-mav was the one who confessed, he couldn’t take just hooking up and being that weird line between friendship and relationship anymore he needed to tell ice how he felt, ice was terrified but he did want to be with mav and he told him that, mav didn’t understand immediately, they got in an argument about it and after slider came and talked to mav, he overheard most of it and he knew how much ice liked (loved) mav so he had to do something. He had watched their whole relationship and listened to ice go on and on about mav for years and didn’t want it to end just because ice couldn’t talk about something. He knew it probably wasn’t his place to tell mav about ices past but if ice hadn’t told mav by now he probably never would, mav was stubborn and it did take about a month to really rebuild what they had but they agreed to give an actual relationship a try

-before carole died she told ice she hopped there would be a day they could get married, she was one of the few people who knew about their relationship and really wanted the best for them, ice never told mav she said that until their wedding day

-they look after bradley all the time, they pick him up from school, take him out for ice cream, take him to the beach and he loves it, one day when they were picking him up from school he told his friend that his dad and pops were here and ice and mav almost cried right there

-they share clothes, mav steals ices shirts and sweaters and theyre too big for him but he loves it cause it feels like a hug and smells like ice, ice also wears mavs shirts and theyre way too small on him theyre so tight but that doesnt stop him and it shows off his muscles so

-mav loves being called cute or pretty, hes so used to people just calling him hot or sexy (which he is) but the first time ice called him cute he blushed so hard

Nsfw under the cut

Nsfw

-they’ll fuck anywhere, usually its when they’re both drunk and horny and looking for a place to do it but it happens when theyre sober too

-mav is the one who gets fucked, he tried fucking ice once or twice but neither of them really liked it, mav takes control sometimes but its rare, ice likes being in charge especially in the bedroom

-ice loves to edge mav, he always wants to see how far he can go and loves to hear mav beg

-he also loves to overstimulate mav

-mav definitely has a think for ranks (so does ice but hes less likely to admit it), mav calls ice admiral in bed and they roleplay, every time ice goes up a rank mav makes such a big deal over it

-ice loves to make mav watch, he’ll fuck him in front of mirrors and hold his head so he cant look away or he’ll tie mavs hands behind his back on a chair then lay on the bed and get himself off, he knows mav loves it just as much as he does

-he also likes to make mav get off by himself, he’ll make him rub on his thigh or finger himself, this is usually a little reward after he’s been a brat all day because he doesn’t deserves ices dick but he does deserve to come

-ice loves when mav wears panties, he’ll wear them all day and sometimes he’ll show ice in the morning so every time they see each other throughout the day ice knows or he’ll keep it a secret until ice undresses him

-mav also loves dressing up for ice, he likes wearing girly stuff like short skirts, short shorts, little dresses, lingerie but also those jeans he always wears that make his ass look amazing he knows those drive ice wild (those r the only type of jeans he owns), he likes wearing suits too or his dress whites ice thinks he looks so cute when hes all fancy

-yes they keep the skirts and dresses on when they fuck

-mav loves ices mouth on him, his mouth, his tits, his dick, his ass, anywhere, he loves when he marks him up too he loves seeing the bite marks and hickeys ice leaves

-theyve had threesomes with slider before, not a lot they prefer when its just them but ice wanted to see slider fuck mav because of their size difference

-mav loves how much ice talks during sex, ice loves to praise mav or call him a brat and put him in his place, he loves telling mav what hes gonna do to him or what hes doing as hes doing it