#tom cruise fanfiction

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TikTok Tease | Tom Cruise 18+

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Summary : You did a tiktok video in front of Tom and teased him with it.

a/n : saw something on tiktok and just can't stop to think about this. here's the link . Also i tried smtg different, this is on reader's POV.

Pairing : Tom Cruise x Fem¡reader

Wc: 2k ish

Warning : smut. do not enter if you're minor

I saw this video and I'm itching to do it to Tom. He's upstairs right now in his office having his last phone call meeting for the day. Meanwhile I'm just down here in the kitchen preparing for our dinner while i jammed to A Gangester's Wife by Ms Krazie.

"Darling?" his voice shoots in between the upbeat tune.

Looking up, Tom's walking down the stairs. Donning a casual navy polo shirt and a pair of jeans, he looks just as ravishing as he always is.

"Hi babe, dinner's almost ready.." i smile to him as he walks closer and joins me in the kitchen. "Everything okay with the call?" I ask.

"Yeah..." he nods with a smile. "It went well. We still have to call the studio and ask for the greenlight, but yeah, everything sorted out one by one— is that my favorite pesto?" He leans to the stove and takes a look at the food that I'm cooking. Tom takes an inhale deeply at the smoking food on the stove. "Ahh.. smells amazing," he grins.

I chuckle, "Two more minutes, and I'll be done,"

"Okay.." Tom sits down on one of the stool right in front of me. He he stares at me with glimmering eyes, kid-like kind of stares. He props his chin with both hands. His big smile never leaves as his eyes glued on me.

"What are you a five year old?" I laugh and shake my head.

Tom chuckles. His eyes dart down to see what I'm wearing. Suddenly, those cheeky grins turn into a dirty smirk as he furrows his brows. His glimmering eyes turn darker.

"Is that a new apron?" Tom cocks an eyebrow.

Looking down at the blue stripy apron on my body, i remember i just ordered this a couple of weeks ago since i get bored with the other basic black apron. Blue is Tom's favorite color, i thought it would be appropriate to buy it in this color. Seems like he likes it.

"Uh-huh." i nod.

"Hmm," Tom squints his eyes and smirks. "Looks good on you, darling," his voice suddenly changes, drops an octave deeper.

"Is that so?" I tease him with a slight head titl as i turn off the stove. I lick the spilled pesto on my finger while i look up to his eyes with that sireny-spelled gaze.

Tom chuckles, he shakes his head, "Baby.. no! I'm hungry. We're gonna just eat this delicious dinner you made." His smile is wide despite the stern in his voice.

"Okay!" You laugh, "What else are we gonna do– it's done. Stop gawking at me and help me plate,"

Tom laughs, "Gawking at you?" He repeats as he stands up and turns around the island. Tom captures me, his hands around my waist, and he pulls me closer to him. "How am i gawking at you, huh?" he tickles me.

I giggle and try to stop his attacking tickles. "Tom! Tom, stop!" I laugh and try to hold down his tickling fingers. Tom grabs me and pulls me to his chest. He places a deep kiss on my temple.

"Go on, help me plate, please," you ask nicely. He finally lets go of me and takes some plates from the cabinet.

Remembering i have a bright idea of how to tease him (again). I set my phone against the oil bottle. He doesn't even see me setting up my phone. Tom just focuses on scooping the pesto pasta to our serving plate. I take off the apron i wore and undo my messy bun.

Then i just pressed the record button.

The song plays, and he noticed I'm recording. He stops, and he looks up at my phone screen.

Daddy let me know that I'm the only girl. The only man that i need in this gangster world.

I mouth along the lyrics as it plays. Tease him a little by leaning down a little bit too seductively cause i was feeling the song. His mouth drops open. His eyes widen in a surprise to find my little tease. I can't help to get out of character and laugh at his shocked, stalled-breath expression. Tom's blushing, and he's absolutely stunned. Tom laughs and quickly hoists me off the screen.

"Darling!!" He laughs, Tom picks me up like my bodyweight is nothing, setting me to sit on top of the granite top island.

Hooked in. Nailed it. Just the right thing to do to turn him on.

I just can't stop laughing. Tom keeps giggling, and his face turns even a brighter shade of red. His eyes flickers lightly. "Did you call me daddy, love?" Tom asks.

"Hmm... Maybe.." i shrug my shoulders.

He shakes his head, he's smile never seems this wide. The earlier tiredness on his face seems to be gone. "You little minx," he whispers as he pulls my chin and kisses my lips.

"Say it again," he demands.

Chuckling, I shake my head.

"Darling... say it again," his voice is low, and sexily hoarse. The way his demeanor shifted as he commanded me, it struck a tingling heat inside of me straight to my toes.

"Daddy." I whisper.

"Mmmhmm.." Tom grins, showing his satisfaction from hearing me say the new nickname. "How did the song go again?" He asks. His nails are clawing on my thighs. He knows i like it when he does this. I muffled a whimper, my head rolling, and falling back. "Tommy..." i murmur.

Tom uses the advantage to place a kiss on my neck. He grips my hips and pulls me closer to him. He gradually picks up his pace, erotically sucks and nibs my sweet spot, earning me to moan lightly into his ears. "Tom..." i whimper, my fingers gripping the collar of his shirt.

I feel warmth tingling inside of me. Excitement rushing in my veins. I feel myself pooling under there.

His heated kiss moves down to my collar bone as his hands never stop to explore my body. He cups my tits. Kneading them and his finger circling my erected nipples.

"I thought you said you were hungry?"

He lifts his face off my breast and looks back to me. He gives me a wild smirk. "I am. Starving right now."

His hand slips underneath my tanktop, shifting it up to reveal my naked breast underneath. He passionately kneading one in his hand while he's busy sucking roughly the other. I moan, fingers running through his soft brunette strands, the feeling of his warmth slick tongue on my nipple starts to bring tingling pleasure throughout my body.

Opening my eyes, i look back straight to his eyes. His eyes darken with lust. He looks amazingly intoxicating. Sometimes, it still hasn't kicks in that i have him for real. That I have the sexiest bachelor of Hollywood all for myself.

I pull him by his shirt and kiss him again. Tongue hungrily meeting his. I desperately pull him even closer to me. His fingers tucks on the waistband of my shorts. He takes my shorts off and toss it onto the floor. Spreading my legs apart widely, Tom chuckles at my submissive display.

Tom shakes his head and takes a step back. "I ask you something, darling. I won't continue if you're not going to answer me." He cocks an eyebrow.

"Wha... Tom!" I exclaim in disbelief. "Kiss me," i mewl. I try to pull him closer to me again, but Tom laughs. He grips my hand and holds it down. "Try me, darling," he challenged me to disobey him. He meant what he said he wouldn't continue till he heard what he wanted to hear. Such a dominant of him.

"What? What do you want?" I chuckle.

"Remind me how the song goes again?"

"Daddy, let me know—" i start to sing the lyrics. A wild smile appears on his face.

"Good girl," he cooes, then he squats down, face to my needing core.

"Ohh--" i moan as i feel his tongue flicking on my clit. "Tom," i purr. He sucks me passionately. His eyes look up to mine. He notices i stopped singing and enjoying the sensation of his oral expertise.

"Finish the song," he commands and eats me roughly again.

"Oh.. fuck—" i moan.

My breath starts to ragging. Feels like my voice is stuck in my throat. I feel the ecstasy starts to forming inside of me, needing for it to be released. My mind buzzing from the pleasure. I buck my head back, fingers tucking on his hair. "Ngh.. Ah! Tommhh," I helplessly moan.

"Sing." Tom tells, and sucks me again.

"D-daddy... let me know that—  oOH!" I lost it again when i feel his fingers entering me. He pumps his fingers in and out of my cunt, coaxing me closer to the edge of spilling all over for him.

Climbing, climbing, pleasure keeps adding: He curls his fingers and make that deadly beckoning movement. He knows my body front and back. He knows exactly how to get me easily falling apart.

"F-fuckk! Yes! Right there!!" I moan, and moan, and moan.

All of a sudden, once I'm nearly gonna cum, Tom stops.

The feeling of unfinished pleasure makes my mind buzz. I whimper and squirm uncomfortably. How cruel is he. "Wha— why'd you stop?" I look down to him.

Tom shoots me an innocent look, he slightly shrugs his shoulders as he brings his coated fingers to his mouth. "You stop singing." He licks his finger clean.

I can't believe this man sometimes. "Oh my God— Tommy!"

Tom can only laugh at me. "That's not my name!" He titls his head to the side.

"Right—" I climb off the island and push him back till his back crashes the other counter. I roughly kiss him, hands circling to the back of his neck, i desperately kiss him.

"Daddy." I say in between the sloppy kisses. Tom smirks against my lips, hearing that nickname. Guess i manage to pull a new kink outta him.

"Daddy, let me know that I'm the only girl."  I whisper to his ear as i place a wet kisses on his neck. "The only man–" i nibs on his neck. "The only fucking man," my hand explores his toned abs, i pull the polo shirt over his head, toss it down to meet my shorts on the floor.

I look up to his eyes. "You're the one that i need in this gangster world, daddy,"

Tom chuckles darkly. He cups my face and pulls me closer to him again. "That's right, I'm the only one," he cooes. He then continues to hungrily kiss me again. His kisses move to my neck, quickly finding my sweet spot, and erotically he nibs it, leaving his mark of ownership on me. I can feel his buldge pressing against me.

"Ouhh, daddy please..." i murmur, practically begging him

"Please? Please what, darling?" He cocks his eyebrows. The excitement is way too apparent in his tone and gaze.

"Let me have you,"

Tom chuckles darkly. "Have me?" He shakes his head, "Oh, I'm having my way with you tonight, darling," He throws me over his shoulder like my bodyweight is a feather. A playful slap lands to my cheek as he brings me to the couch and both of us falling onto the fluffy couch. Tom unbutton his jeans. He doesn't bother to take the whole thing off but just enough to free his cock. He aligns himself to my entrance. His tips rubbing against my opening. Tom instantly bottoms up, his cock fully enters me, stretching me to the brim. I yelp and squeal to his chest.

"You're gonna beg for me to let you cum," he darkly whisper into my ear. Tom starts to fuck me in a relentless pace.

I moan.... hard. My brain rattling with the immense amount of pleasure he's giving me. Tom looks down at me with intense, lustful eyes. His cock went deep inside of me as he have me folded in half with my knees to my chest.

My head falls back, eyeing the ceiling, my vision of the light blurs. "Ohh... god–" my eyes rolls to the back of my head.

"Nonono, eyes on me!" Tom pulls my neck back straight for me to face him again. "Oh you feel so fucking good," he moans. His eyebrows knitting together but his eyes still darkly looks down at me.

My nails dig on his shoulder. Tom leans closer, rest his forehead against mine, eyes still locked on mine. He fucks me so hard that I'm sure I'd be sore tomorrow. But it feels too good that it'll be so wrong to tell him to slow down. And I'm too overtaken by the pleasure. Too drunk with the taste of him.

"F-fuck— Tom!" I moan and panting hard.

"Yeah? Yeah, you wanted this? You think you deserve to cum after you tease daddy like a little slut, huh, darling?"

I can only helplessly nod.

"Tom... don't stop... p-please!" i beg feeling myself getting closer to cum.

"Not stopping, darling... You feel so good, all nice and tight for daddy,"

"O-oh! Tom let me cum please... please!" I cry out begging to him. He just smirks at me, dark lustful eyes looking down at me and still he's fucking me hard.

"Daddy please.. daddy let me cum!" I beg. My walls throbbing around him. I feel fire burning inside of me. My fingers gripping onto the couch hard.

"No! Wait!" He pants.

"S-sshhiit, Tom!" I squirm all over the place, trying my best to hold it.

"Wait baby! Cum with me," Tom leans closer holding me tightly. His forehead resting against mine. His panting breath meeting mine. I cry, couldn't bear the overflowing pleasure needing for the snap to occur.

I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me. He's close. He's holding onto me hard. His thrust starting to get sloppy. And just like that i lose it. The moment i feel him throbbing inside of me i can't help to hold it anymore.

I breathlessly scream daddy over and over again, moaning hard as i make a mess and squirm all over him. The sight of me falling apart got Tom spilling too. "Akhhh! FuUCk! Darling!" Tom groans. He remain freezes as he stills himself empty inside of me.

For a moment, he takes a breather and just rest of top of me. What's better than sex with him is what happened after the sex with him. It's like our soul intertwined, and i just feel a deep connection with him. Tom rolls me over so I'm on top of him, his arms instinctively hugs around me. He kiss me deeply. Still with a messy breath, he look deeply into my eyes with that shimmering after sex glow.

"You okay?" He softly asks.

Still panting i just can smile and nod. Tom kiss me deeply again. "I love you," he whispers softly.

I smile and kiss his cheek. "I love you too, daddy,"

Tom laughs and kisses me deeply again.

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[tongue-like-a-razor]

There Are Circumstances

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x F!Reader

Summary: Maverick refuses to bring you on the mission which further deteriorates your already fragile relationship. And the true reason behind his decision catches you off guard.

CW: age gap, student/instructor dynamic, swearing, and, as always, a hefty dose of emotional torment

WC: 3000+

This is Part 4 in the There Are Rules universe.

“Lieutenant!” Maverick calls after you as you storm out of the briefing room before anybody else can exit. You hear him pushing past the others as he follows you out the door. “Lieutenant!” he repeats, his voice echoing in the narrow passageway.

You quicken your pace, the curve of the steel walls blurring in your peripherals as you nearly sprint through the winding corridor.

“Y/N!” Maverick hollers over the persistent rattle of the ship. You keep your course without acknowledging him, but the hum of machinery drowns out Maverick’s footsteps and you don’t hear him running up behind you until it’s too late and he’s cutting you off before you can go any further. He stops so abruptly that you nearly crash into him. He releases a sharp breath, his lips pressed together tightly, and blocks your way when you try to move past. “Don’t take it personally,” he says.

“Fuck off,” you snap, trying to go around him.

Maverick holds his hand out to stop you and gives his head a slight shake. “If this is your idea of professionalism” –

You scoff indignantly. How dare he speak of professionalism after washing you out for no good reason. You’re the best pilot in the squadron – he’d admitted it himself – so his decision to keep you off the mission is personal. “Never would’ve pegged you for the spiteful type,” you say, trying to keep your voice level despite its underlying tremor.

Maverick’s gaze drifts as he looks stoically over your shoulder. He seems unfazed by your assessment or, at the very least, he hides it well. “This has nothing to do with our relationship,” he says, still not meeting your eye.

“What relationship?” you respond maliciously, reminding him that he had severed whatever connection the two of you shared weeks ago.

Maverick breathes out steadily and looks at you once more. “I can’t take you,” he says firmly. “Please don’t question my judgement.”

You let out a bitter chuckle and it reverberates in the passage, for a moment drowning out the rumble of the ship’s engines. “Did Cyclone put you up to this?” you ask.

Maverick shakes his head sternly. “This was my decision.”

You grit your teeth to keep your mouth from trembling. You’re so offended that Maverick has excluded you from the operation, it hardly matters why he chose to do it. All that matters is that Maverick keeps hurting you. And all you want to do is hurt him back. “Let me pass,” you hiss, trying again to force your way through.

Maverick takes a hold of your arms to keep you in place. “Don’t do this,” he says, an edge to his tone despite the composure on his face.

“Do what?” you yell, fighting his firm grasp.

“You’re acting irrationally,” Maverick says in a low voice.

“Oh, am I?” you respond scathingly.

“We can discuss this in a mature, professional manner,” he urges.

You blink at him, stunned at his choice of words. “Are you saying I’m immature?”

He shakes his head solemnly. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“That’s the word you used” –

“Just listen to me, for god’s sake!” he growls, his volume rising threateningly. But you’re only pleased to witness the dissolution of his self-control. After all, you can’t be the only one here who feels something.

“I am listening!” you retort. “You’re professional and I’m not. You’re mature and I’m” –

“Why are you starting a fight?”

“I didn’t start this!” you shout, finally freeing yourself of his grip.

You push past him angrily, but he doesn’t let you get far before roaring, “YOU’RE A LOOSE CANNON!”

You freeze, silent for a second as you process this appraisal.

“If I can’t trust you down here, how am I supposed to trust you up there?” he yells.

You turn slowly to look at him, meeting his turbulent gaze. “You don’t trust me?” you ask quietly, your words barely audible amidst the clatter of the ship.

Maverick’s features contort apologetically, as though he immediately regrets his words. He sighs despairingly, his eyes glistening in the low, fluorescent lights as he squares his jaw. “I can’t get you to cooperate,” he says regretfully. “I don’t know how.”

You stare at him in disbelief.

“You’re a hell of a pilot,” he continues. “But, unfortunately, that’s not enough.”

You suck in your cheeks and bite into them aggressively, trying your best not to cry.

“I can’t have you ignoring my orders up there because you think you know better” –

“I would never –” you start, but he cuts you off.

“You have not demonstrated evidence to the contrary,” he says decisively.

“Maybe not during training, but on a mission” –

Maverick shakes his head. “I told you, Lieutenant: we train like we fight. So that, when we fight, we can come back alive. Ignoring instructions during training may have created bad habits that I don’t want to creep up on us in combat.”

“So, this is punishment?”

“No,” Maverick says quietly. “This is a lesson.”

You let out a disdainful sigh. “What’s the difference?”

Maverick takes a step toward you. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says.

You back away. “And yet, here we are.”

Maverick watches you levelly, having nearly regained all his composure. “I don’t want to leave this unresolved.”

You consider his request. In just a few hours, he will be leaving for a mission from which he may never return. And yet, your resentment gets the best of you anyhow. “You know that I would never jeopardize this mission,” you say through gritted teeth. “You know that your reason for leaving me behind is bullshit!”

Maverick nods solemnly. “You’re entitled to that opinion.”

You clench your jaw. “Don’t patronize me.”

Maverick doesn’t say much after this point, and you’re too distraught to carry on the conversation all on your own. Within minutes, other officers begin to round the corner as they make their way back to the living quarters and you join the procession mutely, giving Maverick one last, wounded glance.

…

You’re on deck when Maverick and his crew prepare for takeoff as your own fighter is on standby alert. He watches you solemnly as you wish your fellow aviators a successful mission and, when he approaches you, his eyebrows lifted inward worriedly, you’re suddenly overwhelmed with anguish at the thought of losing him for good.

He holds out his hand to you, but you don’t take it. Instead, you wrap your arms around his neck, shutting your eyes tightly when you feel his hands close around your back. “Fly safe, Captain,” you mutter, and you feel his head move up and down in a nod against your neck. When your eyes flutter open, you notice that Cyclone – who’d been watching your interaction from the sidelines – has turned away with a sour expression.

It takes every ounce of your self-control to keep from kissing him as you pull away from the embrace. And, when you catch Maverick’s miserable expression, you gather that he’s fighting the same impulse. He squeezes your hand discreetly before backing away with a grim expression. “We’ll see you soon,” he assures you.

…

“Requesting clearance for takeoff, sir,” you say tensely, interrupting the chaotic feed in your headset.

“Denied,” you hear Cyclone’s rigid response.

“But, sir –” you start when Cyclone interjects.

“I said no, Lieutenant.”

You throw your head back into your seat in frustration. Your heart is hammering so insistently that you feel its pulse in the tips of every one of your fingers. You’ve been trained to keep your emotions in check when faced with stressful situations. You’ve been taught to manage anxiety and overcome fear. But this? No amount of simulation exercises could have possibly prepared you for an event like this.

Maverick’s plane has been shot down and Cyclone has made the difficult decision of leaving him behind, despite the very real chance that he may still be alive. Rationally speaking, you understand that going back for Maverick isn’t worth the unnecessary risk of additional casualties. But, as is to be expected in such unprecedented circumstances, you’re noticing a rapid deterioration of your own logical reasoning skills to the point where you contemplate ignoring orders, taxiing to the runway, and taking off without pre-flight checks. Just when you’re about to release the parking brake, however, the ground crew cuts your engine. You glance down to see them signaling for you to exit the aircraft. “Admiral Simpson, what is happening?” you ask in a panic. “Why were my engines shut off?”

“You’ve been grounded, Lieutenant,” is his response. “Please report to mission control.”

The thought that Cyclone might be omitting information about Maverick and taking you off the deck in order to share it in private is causing you to stagger as you climb out of the cockpit. You’re so nauseated that you feel like you might faint before reaching the ground.

You remove your helmet at a run, skirting the maintenance personnel on the flight deck to reach the first stairwell. You barrel down the stairs and through a passageway toward the center of the carrier. Then down another flight of stairs, and then another. It feels like a lifetime has passed before you finally reach the Combat Information Center.

“Is he okay?” you cry, bursting through the door.

Cyclone turns to look at you with barely concealed irritation. He doesn’t appear impressed with your conduct.

You clear your throat and salute your superior. Then, you try again. “Where is he, sir?”

Cyclone tightens his mouth sternly before looking back to the screen behind him. “We don’t know,” he responds.

“What?” you screech, forgetting protocol yet again. This time, however, Cyclone doesn’t even flinch at your tone. “Why am I here then?” you ask, adding, “Sir,” as an afterthought.

“You’re here because I’m not losing another pilot to insubordination,” he replies without so much as looking in your direction.

“Another pilot?”

Cyclone grimaces. “Maverick pulled a stunt.”

“A stunt, sir?”

“They missed the target,” Cyclone states. “Their time was up, I ordered them to return.”

Your heart sinks. “He went back.”

“He took it out,��� Cyclone says with a hint of respect. “Just before he was shot down.”

There’s a somber stillness in the room which tells you that there isn’t a soul here that thinks Maverick could have survived. You feel yourself start to shake, the hope that you were clinging to extinguished as the words shot down begin to finally sink in. Meanwhile, you’re stranded in the depths of the carrier, watching helplessly as the tactical team continues strategizing with their commanding officer on how best to bring the rest of their pilots home.

You lean your back into the wall, trying to steady your breathing, not sure how you’re still standing at all. You notice Cyclone’s occasional glances in your direction but you pay him little attention; in fact, you’re doing a fine job of tuning everyone out, until someone’s surprised tone of voice peaks your interest.

“Sir.” One of the operators points at the radar screen. You and everybody else look up at the blip moving swiftly in the direction of the carrier.

“Is that…” Cyclone leans over the operator’s chair. “One of ours?”

“Comms are down, sir,” the operator responds. “But it’s a Hornet.”

"How the hell?" Cyclone straightens his back in awe. He looks over his shoulder at you with a mildly amused expression. “It’s his tail code,” he says, holding your gaze significantly.

Before he can say anything else, you’re out the door, hurtling back up the stairs. You’re blocked, however, by med crews as they flock to the flight deck. By the time you arrive, the crowd surrounding the returned aviator is so large that you can’t get through. But it doesn’t matter. Because he’s alive. Maverick is alive.

…

Half an hour later, you rush into the officer’s locker room to find a shirtless Maverick grabbing a t-shirt out of his locker. He whips his head around when he hears you enter and lowers his arms slowly as you approach.

He glances over your shoulder anxiously. “You shouldn’t be here,” he says.

Although this isn’t the greeting you had in mind, you gaze at him affectionately, nonetheless, still in shock that he’s made it back. That you were so close to losing him forever and yet, here he stands before you, alive and relatively unscathed.

“Y/N,” he warns as you draw nearer.

But you barely hear him. Or, rather, you ignore his words. Perhaps he’s been right all along about your reluctance to comply with authority.

Maverick opens his mouth as if to speak again but, the closer you get, the more powerless he appears in your presence. And before he can say anything else, you throw your arms around him, burying your face into his neck.

Immediately, he’s hugging you back. He holds you firmly, as though he knows just how much you need to feel him after the fear of never being able to touch him again. You collapse into his embrace entirely, until all your limbs are so weak, he’s practically holding you upright. You’re crying and kissing his neck, and his chest heaves as you fall apart in his arms. “Sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear before pressing a burning kiss on your cheekbone. “You can’t be here.”

You compress yourself against him, completely disregarding everything that followed the word Sweetheart. Maverick’s biceps contract as he hugs you even tighter than before, his rapid breaths washing over the top of your head. You lift your face to glance up at him from the snug embrace and he lowers his head to rest on yours. He closes his eyes when your hand starts to move softly down his bare, upper body. “Just a little longer,” you breathe.

He nods against your forehead, bringing a hand up to rest over yours on his chest. His fingers curl around yours and he lifts your hand up to his lips, kissing your fingertips gently. “I owe you an apology,” he says in an uneven tone.

Slowly and very reluctantly, you detach yourself from him. “No.” You shake your head. “You don’t.”

“Trust me,” he says, his gaze dropping. “I do.”

It’s the hard set of his jaw that makes you uneasy at first. And then, when he looks back up at you, the grief in his swimming eyes alarms you further. “What is it?” you ask, not entirely certain you can handle the answer.

Maverick exhales resolutely and turns away to grab his duffel bag out of the locker. The muscles in his back shift when he bends to set it down on the bench. “I applied for a transfer,” he says.

You stare at the back of his head, paralyzed. Confused. Feeling like you might be sick. “What?” you breathe. “Why?”

Maverick straightens out and gives you a somber look. “Because,” he says. “I’m letting my feelings for you cloud my judgement.”

“What are you talking about?” you exclaim. “You didn’t take me on the mission! Despite knowing that I’d get mad. You were right; I’m impulsive and unpredictable and –” you stop short when Maverick shakes his head.

“That’s not why I didn’t take you,” he says with a hint of regret in his tone.

You watch him drag a tired hand over his face. “It wasn’t because you don’t trust me?” you say quietly.

“No,” he admits. “It’s because I don’t trust myself.”

You furrow your eyebrows, wanting more than anything to know exactly what Maverick is thinking. What Maverick is feeling.

He meets your gaze hesitantly. “I couldn’t trust myself to prioritize the mission objective over your safety.” He shakes his head, letting out a tortured sigh. “I couldn’t do it,” he whispers desperately. He releases an uneven breath and shifts his jaw to keep it from trembling. “I can’t fly with you.”

You watch the man who so rarely demonstrates emotion crumble under the gravity of his own words. But the show is fleeting. Abruptly, he wipes his brow in frustration and presses his lips together tightly, squaring his shoulders after having dropped them in despair. You can tell that he’s made up his mind and, despite it being an obviously valid decision considering the situation, you’re hurt that he’s done so without consulting you. “So, you’re just leaving?” you say, stunned.

“I have to,” he responds, finally pulling his shirt over his head.

You stare at him as he packs up his uniform and puts his gear into the locker. You want to tell him that he can’t leave; he can’t because you can’t stand the idea of him leaving. But he’s already resumed his stoic expression, so you can’t possibly tell him that you’re in love with him now. “That’s some bullshit,” you comment resentfully.

He pulls his duffel bag over his shoulder and glances over your face as he straightens his posture. “Lieutenant,” he says. “You’re still not listening to me.”

You grit your teeth in anger. “Luckily, it won’t be a problem for very much longer,” you reply coolly.

He nods, then he steps over the bench to head for the door.

You glance after him, barely able to hold back your tears. “How could you?” you yell, no longer capable of keeping it together.

Maverick turns back in alarm. He drops his bag and, in two wide strides he’s standing right before you with a severe expression on his face. “Are you kidding me?” he hisses. “Why are you screaming?” He looks over his shoulder to ensure that the door is still closed.

You scoff. Of all things, he chooses to dwell on your momentary lapse in self-control. “Stop pretending like this means nothing to you,” you spit out angrily.

His eyes widen and his eyebrows converge. “That’s the impression you got from I can’t perform my duty if it means putting your life in danger?”

You open your mouth to say something, but his words have rendered you temporarily speechless. Finally, you remind him, “Putting my life on the line is my job.”

Maverick sets his jaw. “Precisely.”

“So, you’re going to run away because it’s a challenge?”

“It’s not just a challenge, Y/N,” he says. “It’s not possible. This was never going to work! Perhaps under different circumstances…” he sighs miserably. “We knew that!”

You let out a strangled breath. “I didn’t.”

His eyes search yours as though he can’t believe you haven’t come to the same conclusion. “Not only is it completely out of line for me to pursue a relationship with a lieutenant in my own squadron, but we also keep glossing over the fact that you are half my age! How could this have possibly gone anywhere?”

You feel the trembling of your bottom lip and bite into it forcefully, closing your eyes. “Please don’t go,” you whisper. “I… I –” I love you, is what you ought to say. But, instead, you utter, “I’ll stop disobeying orders.”

“That’s not what this is about” –

“I won’t question you,” you continue, opening your eyes. “I won’t seek you out. It’ll be just like before. A strictly professional relationship, nothing more. Just please don’t go.”

“It won’t change how I feel” –

“It will,” you assure him. “It will… in time. You’ll see. We can do this. You don’t have to go.”

Maverick watches you skeptically so you extend your hand to him to formally shake on it. His gaze sweeps over your features and the heartache is apparent in his eyes. “I can’t,” he says, but you can sense the hesitation in his words.

“You’re Maverick Mitchell,” you say, trying to sound casual while your heart hammers with dread. “Of course, you can.”

Maverick’s mouth twitches upward slightly, although his eyes still watch you sadly. Finally, he places his hand in yours. His grip isn’t nearly as firm as you’d expect; in fact, he’s barely touching you. “For the record,” he says, “I think this is a terrible idea.”

You let out a nervous chuckle when you glimpse the faint smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “How hard can it be, Captain?” you say lightly.

He glances at you pointedly, then responds cheekily, “It can be very hard, Lieutenant.”

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[malavera]

Since Your Type is Older Men (18+) — Tom Cruise

summary: Tom is filled with Jealousy when he sees you Zooming with your University Professor.

pairings: husband!tom x wife!reader

warnings: mature content, smut, unprotected sex, sirkink, agegap, squirting

w.c 1542

a/n: this one's dedicated for @rinimitchell and @angelaemme as they're always the first two to always show support whenever i post! love you both, hope you enjoy it! x

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"Baby, you're killing me. Tell me what did I do wrong?" You whined towards your loving husband, plopping yourself down beside him on the fluffy couch. He pays you no mind, his eyes focused on the flat screen flicking through channels as he's aware there's nothing exciting to watch.

A frustration can be seen on your face, turning your head towards the TV and watch him still going through channels that he never picked. You sigh, "Just pick a damn channel and look at me." You groaned.

Being stubborn, he didn't listen to you. At this point, you believe the TV could blow off any second from the way he switched on the channels. Pursing your lips, you decided to take matters into your own hands as you pushed yourself off to your feet to straddle his thighs, blocking his view.

Settling down on his lap, you aggressively grabbed the remote from him and switch off the TV before tossing it away. Once you face him, a death stare was already set on you. Your eyebrows scrunched in anger, crossing your arms across your chest.

"What is up with you, Tom? Tell me what's wrong?" You aggressively asked.

“Who were you on Zoom with?”

“I told you! I was on Zoom with my Professor to talk about my grades and-”

“Exactly, and? What did he say? How can you maintain your grades?” And that’s when you realize, the man is being hostile because he’s jealous. Your crossed arms seemed to relax a bit, your shoulders following to slumped. Looking at him funny as you chuckle.

Tom on the other hand, is still annoyed. “What’s so funny?” He grumbled.

That made you laugh even more, “Oh baby, are you jealous?” Gasping for air as you asked your beloved while running your hands through his hair.

“No.”

Snorted, “Really? I think that’s hot.” You run your fingers through his long hair, pushing it back. Tom peered up at you from his lashes.

“I-” Stopping himself to sigh, “I just… Don’t like him.”

“You’ve never met the man.”

“Yeah and therefore, I don’t like him. Don’t you ever realize that sometimes he flirts with you? What kind of a Professor does that to their student? Don’t you find it disgusting?” Tom grimaced in disgust.

You suppress your laugh, you find this whole situation adorable. From being annoyed, to understanding and seeing where his coming from. It warms you that although the way he shows it, was annoying, but when you give yourself a second to think about it, he’s just being adorably protective over you—his young wife.

“Have you ever catch me responding to any of ‘em?” Tom pursed his lips, his eyes darting down to avoid looking at you.

“No.” He admit.

“I’ve always done my online meetings with you in the room, baby. You’ve seen everything, you should’ve trusted me.” You coo’ed, caressing his cheek with the palm of your hands. Tom sighed, his shoulders slumped, his hands reaching to grasp your hips.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just- Sometimes I would think, since your type is older men, he’s definitely older than you, good looking either… You’d leave me for him.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment not because of what he said was ever near true, but the way he pointed out how you love older men. You never thought of leaving him, ever, because why would you? You snatched the one and only Tom Cruise for christ sake—have he lost his mind?

“Baby, you hearing yourself? I will never leave you!” You exclaimed, cupping his face now.

“I will never… Ever.. Leave you.” You brought his face closer to yours, forcing him to look at you.

“Never, okay? Besides..” You trailed, your hands slowly went down to his neck. “I have you, the man, the myth, the legend, who saved Hollywood’s ass.. Tom Cruise.” You coo’ed in his ear, your hips gently grinds on his lap.

“Yeah?” His famous smirk slowly appearing.

“Yeah.” You pouted, nodding your head.

“Why is your type older men, anyways?” Tom teased, the hands that were on your hips moves gently to caress you.

“If I tell you, I’m gonna have to kill you.” You may or may not quoted him using his lines from the greatest movie of all time. Tom laughs before he pulls you in for a deep kiss. The kiss turned out to be heated by the second, the way his tongue swipes against your bottom lip asking for entrance. From there on, it turns into some kind of battling for dominance. He couldn’t help but gently capture your bottom lip, seductively pulling it as you kept grinding on his lap.

He released your bottom lip to let out a soft grunt, with his eyes screwed shut as he could feel your soaked thong against his bulge. “You never really answered the question, pretty.” Tom manage to say something, but grunting in each words.

Humming, you stopped grinding your hips to undo his pants. Pulling it down along with his boxers freeing his, now fully, erect cock. A sigh of relief you earned from him, as your eyes darted to stare at him.

“You’re the one who set the bars. I love older men, because of you. And, I’m so lucky that I finally have you, Tommy.” You coo’ed, pecking his lips as you pushed your thong aside, guiding his cock to your hole gently rubbing the tip against your glistening cunt.

“Don’t ever think about that ever again, yeah? I just want to fuck my husband, and that- is you.” You whispered against his lips before you sink yourself down his shaft. Tom’s breath shuddered watching your face contorted into euphoria along releasing the most pornographic moans.

“Mmh… How I love this cock in my pussy, Sir. Only your cock she wants.” Tom grunted listening to you dirty talk in his ears, feeling you softly went up and down on him.

“Don’t you love my pussy, Sir? My tight warm pussy, for your old cock?” Something inside him snapped as he pushed you down against the cushions—earning a loud gasp from you.

“Old cock you say huh?” You smirked.

“Well.. That’s how you perceive yourself, weren’t you?” Tom clicked his tongue while shaking his head from side to side in disbelief.

“Don’t forget that this old cock, had made you cum-” He harshly thrusted his hips, “Made your legs shook-” And another one, “And made you squirted so many times.” He growled.

You smirk, “Yes, Sir. That’s what you do to me.” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. Tom grabbed your legs and wrap them around his hips along with throwing his shirt away. He harshly undo your oversized shirt to reveal your perfect body. Already glistening with little sweats anticipating his next move.

Tom harshly snapped his hips thrusting his cock into your cunt, his hands holding onto your tits gripping them so tight but not tight enough where it could hurt you. In fact, you didn’t feel pain from any of this. You enjoy this, you enjoy him going off with your pussy. Loud pornographic moans raining from your lips, as you both stare at each other while his cock drilling in your pussy.

“Mmh yes, keep going Sir. Please.”

“Oh, Sir! Yes, it feels so good.”

“You feel so good.”

You try to boost his ego more by spilling out dirty talks that you think he would love. Oh, he definitely loves it. Listening to you talk dirty to him makes him goes feral even more as he pushed your legs up in the air then push them back resulting you to hug your legs as he pushed himself into you more. Tom grunts feeling the way your cunt puckered around his cock, gladly welcomes him with your warmth as the wetness you produce formed a squelching sound.

“Mmh, are you gonna cum, Sir?” You mewled. Your eyebrows scrunched to form an innocent face as he stares at you death in the eyes. Feeling himself getting closer.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum in me?” Tom moaned. As much as he’d want to bust his nut right there and now, he couldn’t. He wants to prove a point. You gasped in surprise as he harshly pull himself out from your cunt.

“Wha-” You were about to protest but then his 2 fingers enters your hole, flicking and fucking you. “Fuck!” You cursed along releasing a loud moan. By now, you believe the cushions is soaked due to your fluid as his fingers fucks into you.

“You always love my fingers, right?” Tom breathed, as his fingers vigorously fucking you. “Come on baby, I want you to squirt for me.” You moaned.

“F-fuck! Tommy.” You shrieked, he knew the fastest way to get you to squirt for him was using his fingers. And he proved himself right, seconds later you gushed out your fluids out—spraying his abdomen and made a real mess. But, Tom didn’t stop there.

When you were still squirting, he replaced his fingers with his cock. A loud moan escaped from him, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

“This is going to be a long night for you, baby.”

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[positivelyholland]

Can we please get some more Tom Cruise x daughter reader??????

pairing: tom cruise x daughter!reader

genre: fluff???

summary: as a sickness starts to get the best of you, Tom can't calm his worry for his daughter's health.

warnings: sickness, hospitals, lowkey kinda angst for a second but not really

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As you lay in your bed, feeling the weight of sickness pulling you down, your dad hovered nearby with deep concern etched on his face. 

He was pacing back and forth, unsure of what to do as he gazed at his precious teenage daughter, his heart aching at the sight of you suffering.

"Dad," you weakly called out, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be okay. It's just a fever."

Tom rushed to your side, gently placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. "I know, sweetheart, but I can't help but worry. You mean the world to me, and seeing you like this breaks my heart."

His genuine concern touched your heart, even in your weakened state. You mustered a small smile, trying to reassure him, "I'll be fine, Dad. I promise."

But Tom couldn't shake off his worries. He decided that it was best to take you to the hospital to make sure everything was okay. 

As he carried you in his arms to the car, you couldn't help but feel grateful to have a father like him – someone who cared so deeply for you.

At the hospital, Tom stayed by your side throughout all the tests and examinations. He held your hand tightly, offering silent comfort as you endured various procedures. 

When the doctor finally came in with the results, Tom's heart pounded with fear, hoping for the best but fearing the worst.

"It's just a viral infection," the doctor explained, offering a reassuring smile. "With some rest and proper medication, she should be back on her feet in no time."

Tom let out a sigh of relief, and you could see the tension leaving his body. He thanked the doctor, grateful for the reassurance that you were going to be okay.

Back at home, Tom took extra care of you. He made your favorite soup and brought it to your bedside, ensuring you took your medication on time. He even stayed up late with you, telling you stories from his movie sets to keep your spirits up.

"Dad, you really don't have to stay up with me," you said, feeling touched by his constant presence.

Tom smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be, kiddo. You're my priority, and I won't leave your side until you're fully recovered."

His dedication and love made you feel safe and loved, and you knew deep down that you were lucky to have a father like him.

 Despite feeling unwell, you cherished these moments together, knowing that your dad was there to support you no matter what.

As the days passed, your health slowly improved. Tom was like a shadow, never leaving your side. He was there to celebrate the small victories of feeling a little better each day, and he was there to comfort you during moments of frustration when you weren't recovering as quickly as you hoped.

One evening, as you both sat on the couch, watching a movie together, Tom turned to you with a serious expression. 

"You know, I almost lost you back there, and it scared me to my core."

"Dad," you replied, reaching out to hold his hand. "I'm sorry for worrying you, but I'm getting better now."

He smiled softly, squeezing your hand. "I know, but it made me realize how much you mean to me. You're everything to me, and I don't ever want to lose you."

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, moved by his words. "I love you too, Dad. I'm so grateful for everything you do for me."

Tom pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "And I love you more than anything in this world, princess. You're my joy, my light, and I'll always be here for you."

With each passing day, your strength returned, and you began to feel like your old self again. Tom's loving care had played a significant role in your recovery, and you were thankful for his unwavering support.

As you both walked through the park one sunny afternoon, you turned to your dad and smiled brightly. "I'm feeling much better now, Dad. Thank you for being there for me."

Tom grinned, ruffling your hair affectionately. "You're welcome, sweetheart. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. My love for you is unconditional."

As you continued to slowly but surely recover, you and your dad to spent more quality time together. In the end, this stressful experience brought you even closer to your father.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you fully recovered, but that didn't stop Tom from worrying about you

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[h-c-u]

I see forever in your eyes

Summary: Evolution of the relationship, ended with a bit of fluff in the end ;)

Pairing: Tom Cruise x fem!reader

W/C: 1.6k

Rating: PG | Age Gap

TWs: None

Dedication: This fic is dedicated to the lovely @malavera :) Something in a conversation with her gave the idea for the last few paragraphs, and the rest kind of materialised out of it's own free will.

A/N: I don't usually write RPFs, so it's a bit new for me, but I like the challenge :)

Masterlist | List of tags | Dandelions - Ruth B.

Being engaged to a movie star had its ups and downs.

Even though Tom did everything in his power to keep as much of your private life, well... private, he couldn't stop the press and paparazzi from trying to squeeze anything and everything they possibly could from the crumbs that he didn't manage to hide. And honestly... you didn't care. As long as you had him with you all the crazy theories and speculations didn't matter, and even more - few of them were actually funny. There was one that said that he literally bought you when he was visiting a 3rd world country... And another that said that you hypnotized him with your super-psychology powers, because how else you could have landed one of the most recognizable celebrities?

It didn't help that you were so much younger than him, which only fed them more... There were caricatures of him as a grandpa and you as a baby, sworn testimonies from people neither of you knew that he groomed you when you were still underage, and your personal favorite - a couple who pretended to be your parents, trying to convince the police and press that Tom kidnapped and brainwashed you, is abusing you and that they just want their little girl back home. As if you weren't almost 30. And you actually had to entertain the last idea for a bit, because even though there was no relationship between you and the crazy couple, you and Tom were still placed under observation for a week.

Sure, it wasn't the easiest, and you hated seeing Tom get angry at every ridiculous rumor. But one gentle touch from you was enough for all that negativity to disappear, and you loved watching him instantly relax just because you placed your hand on his shoulder. Or cupped his face. Or placed a soft kiss on the top of his head...

With time both of you learned that it was actually better for you to be in a public eye right next to him. The press couldn't say that he was abusing you if you were seen in a backless dress with slits up your thighs and there were no visible bruises. They couldn't accuse him of grooming you when you look nothing like the child they painted you to be. Sure, there still were wild theories, but not as aggressive as at the beginning, when there were only a few blurred pictures of you two together. And there were more and more articles talking about how much you loved each other with pictures of him looking at you with that relaxed expression, when you were holding hands, or when he was kissing your hand while someone managed to snatch a picture.

He wanted to take you with him to work, but that wasn't something that you wanted to do every day. Sure, you could fly with him whenever he was leaving the country and occasionally visit the set to meet his friends and co-stars, but you much rather focus on doing something else.

Since you had a Ph.D. in developmental psychology, you weren't exactly able to find a job in your field, and it was weighing on you, because you've spent so much time studying and doing research in a field you were deeply passionate about, only to have to choose between it and the man you loved. Because there was no chance that you would risk files of your patients being leaked to the press, which was a real possibility if you started working as a therapist while being engaged (and soon to be married) to one Mr. Tom Cruise. He would have never asked you to choose though, and it was a burden you were carrying alone because you didn't want to worry him.

But even if he didn't know exactly why he knew that something was wrong... So he helped you find something that you could do while he was on set, which was charity work. And of course, the press jumped on that with headlines like "Tom Cruise's latest fling gets HER way with HIS money". It didn't matter that you never touched his fortune... And instead of focusing on collecting money, you were finding local companies who were willing to donate their time or products to communities they were already close to. It was much easier than you first assumed because your name was linked with your fiancee's in every google search, and you were basically promoting those companies just by association.

And when you eventually started giving interviews to get ahead of any nasty rumors, there was a lot of venom from your interviewers. But because you basically had a degree from human behavior, it didn't take you long to understand what exactly most of them were after, and you were skilfully flipping the script in your favor, using their own words against them, to the point that few articles accused you of demanding the questions before the interview. You were happy to prove them wrong again and again. It was fun, dueling people who started with pure resentment towards you and ended up supporting your cause.

And as it turned out, you had a knack for it.

Eventually, the word about your agenda carried and you had to hire people to help you manage all the companies that wanted to join your cause, and only after four months you were running a full-blown non-profit, that matched companies willing to donate surplus of their products to people who needed it most. And it grew more and more every week to the point, when finally when you were out with Tom, you were asked about something other than who you were wearing, and what it was like being with such a famous actor.

And he was your number one cheerleader. Not only by praising you in every interview he did, but also by including you in the conversation, and encouraging you to talk about your latest projects. Logically you knew that you wouldn't be able to grow as much that quickly without his name associated with yours, even if he was purposefully staying away from the charity, not wanting to take the light that was shining brightly on you.

It took a while, but the venom slowly disappeared from the headlines, replaced by your latest pictures full of affection and speculation if you had already gotten married, and if not - was the date set up.

And now you were standing in front of the venue where there was another award afterparty, you were mostly alone in the area where you were supposed to wait for your turn in front of all the cameras, with only a few other people, who - if you were completely honest - you didn't recognize. You still had a few minutes without all the flashes and millions of questions. He was holding your hand in his, with your fingers intertwined, and just looked at you. In his eyes you were the most beautiful creature on this planet, nothing could even compare. You eventually gently put your head on his shoulder, stealing a moment of intimacy from all the reporters. You were careful not to transfer any makeup to his grey suit, even though you knew he didn't care.

With Tom so close, and a subtle scent of his cologne surrounding you, it was extremely easy to forget that showing up here tonight was more of an obligation than an actual date. And as if someone somewhere heard your thoughts, speakers started playing one of your favorite songs, Dandelions, which you started humming with a giant smile on your face. And as soon as Tom realized what was happening, he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head and changed the way he was holding your hand, so he was able to twirl you, and you immediately followed his lead, because at this point no words were necessary to communicate. You came back to him with another twirl, and he was already waiting for you, ready to put his hand on your shoulder blade, and as soon as he did that, you put yours on his shoulder, and off you went.

It was extremely easy to slip into the steps of the waltz you were following so many times in the privacy of your home, far from any prying eyes. And it wasn't a complicated choreography, but with your flowy dress, every twirl, every turn, every switch looked magnificent. You let Tom lead, and you closed your eyes, imagining that you were far away from here, letting him steer you away from anyone who was waiting for their turn to go to the red carpet. 

Every move either of you made was meant to compliment the other person... He was your ornate frame, and you were the painting within it... And together you were a masterpiece. You opened your eyes again, just to catch him doing the same, and you couldn't stop the giant smile climbing onto your face. It was so easy to forget why you were here, with his beautiful green eyes so intensely focused on yours, because everything else faded when you were together, and you hoped that this would never change.

But eventually, someone loudly said his and your name, calling you to the red carpet, and one look from Tom told you exactly what he planned to do, and you couldn't help but laugh out loud, and let him lead you, still waltzing, to the red carpet, giving reporters a small glimpse into your real life. You were immediately attacked with a cacophony of screams and flashes, but none of that mattered. Right now there was only him and you, twirling your way to the center of the carpet. Because you were focused on only one point in space, you didn't even get dizzy when you finally stopped.

He let your waist go and placed a small kiss on your hand, and pulled you closer, so both of you could take your rehearsed, photograph-worthy poses, and come back to reality. 

P.S.: For the choreography I thought about something like this set of course to this song The tempo is really similar, so you can open both at the same time and mute the dance video while the song will play in the background :)

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[kaffiko]

my pretty girl

mitch mcdeere x fem!reader

cw - none

word count - 726

❛ have i found you, flightless bird? ❜

he smiled at you, revealing his perfect white teeth. “come on, sweetheart. get up.” he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you up to your feet.

you stumbled up but continued leaning your head on his shoulder. “mhmm, i’m tired.” you mumbled in the crook of his neck. the day at home had been painfully slow without your husband, mitch. you didn't care what you did next; all you wanted was to be in the presence of him.

mitch pulled you into a deeper hug, his hands caressing the small of your back. as he hugged, he pressed himself more firmly towards you, causing you to feel the warmth of his body. he pulled away, and his green eyes met yours. “you look beautiful. you know that?”

and there he went again, giving you those tiny compliments that carved your very existence. you managed to give him a small smile. “i know. but you are more beautiful.” you joked.

he chuckled, his dimples showing through. mitch drew you in by the waist and gave you another hug, this time more playful. he leaned down to whisper something in your ear. you heard him, but you weren’t quite sure if you heard him. he was so close that his breath tickled your cheek as he said in a hushed voice, “you know you’re my girl, right?”

“i know.” you said again. you couldn’t remember the last time you’d spent a moment with mitch like this. your lives were so full that it pushed you away from each other. the good thing is that neither of you had changed. he looked like he was still eighteen and had just found his first love.

“wait here.” mitch’s figure became smaller as he rushed down the hall. when he returned, his hand grasped your wrist, and he led you to the kitchen.

it was low, but it was enough for you to hear a faint melody.

you followed him into the kitchen, the melody growing louder as you came closer. you couldn’t help but wonder what this was all about as you glanced around the room. mitch gently lifted your chin and brushed his thumb on your cheek, turning your face towards him and your attention to him. he wrapped one hand around your waist.

you hummed. the song was clearer now. It had been your favourite at the time you met him. you would play it continuously, and every time, he would listen as if it were the last thing he would ever hear.

mitch’s eyes lit up and a big, sweetly grin made its way onto his face. the song was slow and romantic, and it perfectly captured your relationship. mitch pulled you close, his arms around you as you swayed together to the music. his hand rested on your lower back, while his other rested on your neck, gently running his fingers through your hair. you let yourself fall into the moment, enjoying being in his arms with a song that was so special to you two.

it was a soft embrace, his grip on you was somehow gentle and firm at the same time.

mitch leaned down and locked your lips slowly and tenderly, his lips pressed firmly against yours. as he did, you felt the warmth of his skin and the sensation of his breath tickle the side of your face. his tongue brushed playfully against yours, and for a split second, you felt a rush of passion. but the moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing, and mitch quickly pulled away to turn it off.

he laughed as it went off, and in one swift move, he scooped you into his arms and brought you in close, your head resting right below his chin. he nuzzled you and whispered softly, “i missed you. i really did.” his voice was laced with affection and love for you, his eyes glistening in the dim light of the kitchen.

“i missed you too. so damn much.”

he raised his hand to cup your face, brushing your lips with his thumb before leaning down to kiss you, a little more passionately and longer. his other hand went to the back of your waist, and in that moment, you couldn’t feel more complete with his arms around you and his lips on yours.

something simple and short, kinda bad, lowk just a valentine's day gift for myself. for the mitch girls, too.

#mitch mcdeere #the firm #tom cruise #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise fanfiction #tom cruise x reader

[myysaints]

don't make promises you can't keep (p.m.)

PETE "MAVERICK" MITCHELL x f!reader

⌗︙・ summary — months after you and maverick's... "thing"... ended, you find yourself face to face with the one that got a way. there's a reason why people don't make promises they can't keep.

contains — angst, pining, reader and mav have ~history~, fluffy ending!!

note — you can interpret this as being tg1 or tgm mav! i purposefully left the identity of the vice admiral (reader's boss) vague, but if you're going for tgm mav i recommend reading him as cyclone :) hope you enjoy! this one's a long one, i got way in over my head for mav 😵‍💫

Parties aren’t really your thing, you’ve decided.

Well, military parties, at least. Alright, to call this function a “party” would be giving it a great deal more praise than warranted - What it really is is a large charity gala hosted by General Kazansky, one in which only the highest-ranking officers and lieutenants are privy to attend. And somehow, you’ve made your way inside.

It all comes with the job. You suppose you should have known that being the secretary of a Vice Admiral would get you on the guest list of one of these… things, eventually. 

In due course, your superior had said to you when you inquired on the possibility of these out-of-office functions. You’ll be representing a part of my office.

That’s why you’re now smoothening down your dress for the umpteenth time tonight, flashing your politest half-smile at some retired general in front of you. You don’t have a clue what he’s talking about - Something about the Top Gun programme, which, of course, you’re extremely familiar with by now. And, bored of having mansplained to you.

“-But you know, in all my years of flying and instructing at Top Gun, I’ve never, ever,” here the general laughs, and you smile politely, albeit distractedly, back, “Come across a man as brave - and as stupid - as Pete fuckin’ Mitchell.”

You blink, surprised. Pete Mitchell. Lieutenant. Or is he Captain, now? Well, whatever he is, you know him by-

Maverick.

It’s a name you’re familiar with, one that carries a tugging of heartstrings and brings a lump in your throat when you think about it.

The admired pilot with balls of steel and a nerve to match. Always hitting the mark on missions, but always defying the higher-ups while doing so. The man, the myth, the legend - Your one who got away.

Your memories of Maverick are a blurry daze of sweltering late-nights, legs tangled up in bedsheets, tracing stars on his back. Giggles smothered by messy kisses. Warm hands on your waist.

The empty bed when you awoke. The lonely nights that only grew longer once you realised -

He wasn’t coming back.

You still aren’t sure what exactly happened in your short stint with Pete Mitchell. You’d been head over heels for him, and you’d been so sure he felt the same - But as soon as you were ready to call what you two had love, he’d been called away to a mission in Iraq. Leaving you with nothing but a five-minute long call and a hesitating “I’ll miss you”.

You’d met when you were but a temporary administrative assistant at the Air Station, tasked with doing impossibly insignificant tasks, like filing papers and delivering coffee.

And Maverick? He’d been the suave golden boy who visited you at breaks, who asked around the office to find out which flowers were your favourite, who taught you how to play - and win - pool for the first time.

You fell for him instantly.

But that was all months ago, almost a year from now, so you don’t want to get your hopes up. You and Maverick, you try to convince yourself, are a thing of the past.

Still, you find yourself scouring the party for the rest of the night, cautiously sipping on your glass of champagne, praying to any God left. Though, praying for what, you don’t quite know.

You bid a hasty goodbye to the general and slip away as fast as you can. The flute in your hand is empty and screaming for refill. You have the feeling you’ll need it tonight.

Sighing, you make your way to the bar, silently gesturing to the bartender. As you rest your chin on your palm, eyes travelling through the crowd, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

Jumping, you whip around, only to hear a surprised “Shit!”. Then, something wet, dripping, on your arm.

“God, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” The stranger laughs in frustration, running a hand through his hair. “Jeez, this is not how I planned for this to go.”

Then it hits you.

“Maverick?” you say, feeling your cheeks heat up, involuntarily.

A small smile graces the features of the man before you.

“The one and only.”

Your heart - stupidly - does a little flip.

He looks good, dammit. Too good. It seems that in the weeks and months that have passed since you last saw him, he only got better - A better pilot, and better looking.

All these months, these days and nights, holding back tears of silent, unwilling yearning. All that crumbles in the face of his glorious, unwavering, being. All this time, and you’re still drawn to him. Magnetic.

“Here,” he begins to shrug off his suit jacket, “Take this.”

“Mav, that’s really not necess-”

“No, I insist.” He hands you his coat. “It’s the least I can do for ruining your dress. I just hope I haven’t ruined your night.”

You smile half-heartedly, shrugging before turning back to search for your missing flute of champagne. “Not really much to ruin, I suppose.”

You feel his gaze - soft, firm - as he helps you into his coat jacket. “So, how’ve you been?”

You’re unable to stop the scoff that escapes past your lips, and you don’t miss the slight frown that makes its way across Maverick’s face.

“How have I been?” you repeat emptily, observing the hurt that flits across your face.

“Is it a crime to ask?”

“Well, no, but considering you up and left my life like I was nothing, I guess I didn’t expect you to be at all interested in ‘how I’ve been’.” Your words come out in a breathless, angry rush, a flood of hurt and bottled up emotions threatening to break loose.

Something in his eyes deflates, and remorse courses through you. You try to ignore the way your heart hurts at the way his face crumples.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, rubbing his face, guilt written all over his face.

“Do you even know what you’re sorry for?”

It’s meant to come out harsh; An aimed jab at your shared history, complicated and short-lived as it was. But it instead leaves your mouth sounding like a plea, a quiet play at his heartstrings.

Maverick seems to relent, however, averting his gaze.

“I know.

"It was stupid of me. It was stupid of me to leave you, to not call, to pretend like what we had was nothing. But the truth, Y/N, the whole and honest truth, is that I was afraid. I was scared and I was a coward because I couldn’t face that what I felt for you was- was-”

His voice cracks, and your heart thrums. It beats for him.

“…It was love.”

Your breath hitches, and all at once, the world goes quiet. It’s a stupid cliche, overdone and overwrought, but the moment those words leave his mouth, everything else fades away.

No wine on the front of your dress. No bartender working behind the counter. No superiors to appease, no unnamed generals to smile at, no life-threatening missions to worry about, no distractions.

Just you and him.

Maverick gives a weak smile, laughing quietly in embarrassment. “But I guess I’m too late, huh?”

You frown. “What?”

He shrugs, though the jealousy glinting in his eyes betrays his faux nonchalance.

Nodding towards your boss mingling amongst the crowd, Maverick says, haltingly, “Your husband, right?”

You splutter, eyes going wide.

“No, no-” you hurry to correct, “-That’s my boss! I’m just- I’m his secretary, see.”

Maverick lets out a soft “Oh” of surprise. A soft blush settles over his cheeks.

You resist the urge to reach up and cup his face.

“So…” he ventures, hesitating. “You’re… single?”

You laugh lightly, nodding. “Indeed I am.”

A moment of silence lapses, though it’s a comforting one; Maverick smiles, and you’re pleasantly surprised to find that his jacket - after all this time - still feels just as right.

“Did you mean it? That you loved me?”

At the word “loved”, Maverick seems to flinch.

Was that not what he meant? That he loved you? It was love that he had for you, it was love that you had for each other. He said it himself for Christ’s sake.

Just as you’re about to double down, he speaks, his words rushed, “Iloveyounotloved.”

You blink.

What?

You stutter, with your heart in your throat and your lungs on fire, “I- You… love- You love…”

“I love you.”

Maverick’s eyes shine with hope, and you feel your heart clench and unclench and do a million somersaults.

“You do. You love me.”

He laughs, breathless, carelessly running a hand through his hair. “God. Yes. Of course I do, sweetheart, I’ve loved you ever since I first met you. I’ve loved you ever since you gave me that pink pen and laughed and said my signature looked good in pink. I’ve loved you ever since I first woke up to you beside me and I’ve loved you every morning since. I’m so fucking sorry I couldn’t be the man you needed, the man you deserve.”

He smiles sheepishly now, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. “I get that this is all really… really sudden, so I totally get if you want me to go and disappear from your life-”

“No!”

The conviction in your voice surprises even yourself, and you wrench yourself away from him.

Embarrassed, you say, tentatively, “I want you to stay.”

Maverick blinks. “Huh?”

“I want you to stay,” you say, louder, but still soft enough so that he has to cup his hands over his ears and mouth “What?”.

You sigh in frustration, nearly yelling as you exclaim, “I WANT YOU TO STAY!”

An unsettling silence settles over the whole party, and you blush, not missing the pointed - but amused - glance your boss sends you.

But that doesn’t matter. All of it - the disapproving frowns of generals, the raised eyebrows of fellow party-goers, the snickers and chuckles rising from the crowd - none of it holds any weight. Not when Pete “Maverick” Mitchell is standing in front of you, smiling like he just won the lottery.

And he practically did, he thinks.

“Alright, I’ll stay, you don’t have to yell,” Maverick grins cheekily, wrapping an arm around you. His chest is strong and warm against you.

“Promise you won’t be going anywhere?” you murmur, leaning your head against his sturdy frame.

A deep laugh rumbles in his chest, and you fight back a smile at the familiar sensation. Butterflies erupt in your stomach and threaten to spill.

“I promise.”

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[staesthete]

single dad who‘s extremely chaotic but caring and would die for their kids wearing stupid dad clothes (bonus sexy dad cap thank you to whoever decided to put them on tom) probably smelling their shirt in the morning if they can still wear it for another day…. Gotta be one of my favourite genders

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[knowledgevariabledarcy]

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[helloitstsyu]

i got you | Tom Cruise

My masterlist

Fluff, kind of an angst too, i guess. Requested by @grantaires-waistcoat I'm so sorry this takes so long. Hope you like it🤍

Tom Cruise x young!costar!reader

Summary : Set to film a stunt, you had a panic attack, and Tom helps you to get through it.

Warning : this might be triggering for some, so beware. panic!attack, swear words.

BUM. BUM. BUM.

"Y/N?... Y/N!" Stella keeps banging the door.

The banging is on the door yet you feel it thumping on your heart. You feel your breath is short and heavy. Your head spinning, sweats dripping on your temples as your chest heaves. Cold water running on your terribly shaking hand, trying to calm yourself, you keep repeating to your reflection on the small mirror.

"It's nothing. You can do this. You've prepared. You can do this."

You look at yourself in the mirror. Your face is pale. You're completely terrified. You're about to hang yourself off a cliff. Yes, you've rehearse a lot. But this is no Rockreaction in Los Angeles. There's no mattress at the bottom. There's no safety net going to catch you if you fall. This is rocky mountainside in Utah. The only thing that'll determine your life and death is the harness that'll be attached on you. One snap of the line, you're gone.

"Arrghh!" You grunt all frustratingly to yourself. "The fuck is wrong with you. Why do i even agreed to this!"

You're a newcomer. You've only done a couple of family drama for some TV station and a thriller movie for a streaming site. There's a couple of stunt for the thriller, but no stunt like Mission Impossible. This is a damn blockbuster, well produced franchise. And the fact that you're here locking yourself inside of a bathroom, being a chicken, while everyone else is ready to shoot the scene is just enhancing your stress for the moment.

"Y/N! What the hell are you doing in there?! Come on, we don't get all day!" Stella, the assistant director keeps banging on your door.

"Coming!" You shout.

Wiping your sweaty forehead, you hope the cold water could cover the spook on your face.

Coming out of the bathroom, you're surprised to find your leading man and boss is on the front of the door. Tom looks at you deeply, reading your face.

"You okay, kid?" Tom asks.

You nod, hiding your nerve all that you can. Going outside of the trailer. Stella brought you to the edge of the cliff, where's the stunt team will prepare you with the safety harness and all. Looking all around you the crew is all busy and occupied with their own stuff. Everyone seems to move so fast but yet also somehow so slow.

Tom comes to you, with a wide grin on his face, "Ready to be a spiderman, kid?" He asks with both of his hands on his hips.

You barely hear what he said, high-pitched sound is ringing in your ear covering what he has to say. Despite the breezy wind blowing around, you feel like you couldn't get an air to your lungs. Eyeing the edge of the cliff, the ground below is not even to your eye reach. You can feel your heartbeating right to your head.

"Kid... you're here?... you okay?" Tom starts to notice you're not doing alright.

Slowly, your eyes are back to Tom's. He worries. "Y/N?" He steps closer to you. And there you finally breaks, in a beat, your legs falls limp as if they didn't work. You fall but Tom's quick to catch you before the impact. You're panting hard, your chest burns. Tears blocking your eyesight. High-pitched sound ringing loudly in your ear, completely blocking everything else. All you see is so bright. The sun behind Tom's face is so bright like it pierces your eyes.

"Y/N... Y/N... look at me, look at me." Tom holds you close.

"I'm right here. It's okay, it's going to be okay.. I'm right here." You hold onto his hand, grasping them in between your two much smaller palm.

"Breathe, come on, breathe with me, kid." Tom calmly tells you, like he knows exactly what to do to help you. He takes your hand and put it to your chest. The other one he brings to his chest. "Breathe.. come on, slowly..."

You can feel your heart pounding in your hand. Yours beat like a marching band while his is set in a calm pace, like a rhythm. You follow his instructions, taking a deep breath slowly, one at a time. Tom nods. "There you go, that's my girl. Come on, one more time," he encourages.

And so you do as he tells, following his lead, you take a deep inhale and slowly exhaling. Once he manage to get you calmer, he takes you back inside the trailer.

Setting you to sit on the couch, he kneels in front of you.

When the panic attack is gone, now you feel the burning tears making its way to flood out. One look of those soft emerald eyes and you can't bear the guilt to get the best of you.

"I--- " you struggle to say it out loud. I'm sorry, is what you want to say. But without you have to say it, Tom knows. Tom understands. More than anyone else, he understands.

"It's okay.." Tom holds your hand.

Though the watergate has opened. Tom quickly wipes your tears away. "It's okay, you don't have to do it. It's alright."

What he said only makes it worse. You're sobbing right in front of the man, tears running like a waterfall. "I'm sorry.. i can't– i can't do it.." you cry. "I don't know what's wrong with me,"

"Oh, sweetheart," Tom sits next to you and pulls you to his chest. He wraps his hand protectively around you. "Nothing is wrong with you. You don't have to be sorry. It's okay, you don't have to do it."

Tom strokes your hair. Caressing you ever so gently, comforting you in the best way possible.

"It's okay... you'll be okay... I got you, babygirl," he whispers.

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[tongue-like-a-razor]

anything you can give us on altitude? i miss that fic :(

Me too babe 😭 I'm not sure if you wanted a Mav or Rooster drabble, but here's a snippet from the next chapter, which is from Mav's perspective.

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Altitude - Chapter 14 Snippet

Maverick x OC

“What are you doing here?” Amelia asks wearily upon opening her front door.

Maverick is standing on her porch with a tray of coffees in one hand and a paper bag in the other. “Thought I’d give you the rundown of your daughter’s love triangle,” he says with a grin. “You know, she becomes more and more like you every day.”

Amelia narrows her eyes. “Does that bother you?”

Maverick shakes his head, pressing his lips together as his smile widens. “Couldn’t be more proud,” he responds.

Amelia rolls her eyes and steps out of the doorway, gesturing for Maverick to enter. “How did you even find out where I’m staying?” she mutters. “Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

“Sydney,” Maverick says, setting the breakfast down on a small coffee table. “She gave it to me for emergencies.”

Amelia sighs. “Emergencies like Saturday morning breakfast?”

Maverick nods. “And lunch and dinner.”

Amelia rolls her eyes. “I hear you’ve been assigned team lead.”

Maverick straightens his back and glances over at her with a squint to his eye. “You’ve been talking to Ice.”

She shrugs. “Occasionally.”

Maverick juts his jaw out, nodding.

“He’s married, Pete.”

Maverick gives her a glassy look. “So are you.”

She scoffs. “Please.”

“Have the two of you ever…” his voice trails off when Amelia defiantly meets his gaze. “After we, you know…” Maverick rubs the back of his neck to alleviate some of the tension.

“Did we ever get back together?” she finishes for him. “No. Why would I break his heart for a second time when I knew he wasn’t the one?”

Maverick lifts his eyebrows, holding out a coffee for her. “Is there only one ‘one’?”

Amelia takes the coffee and turns away. “Tell me about Sydney.”

“Want some food?” he asks.

“What is it?” She glances over her shoulder.

Maverick gives her a pointed look. “What do you think?”

Her lips spread reluctantly into a smile. “Egg salad?”

Maverick grins, handing her the wrapped sandwich.

“It’s between Bradley and that other kid, right?” she asks, waving him over into the kitchen.

Maverick nods. “How was your week?”

Amelia stops walking and turns to face him. “You’re not here to talk about Sydney.”

He winces sheepishly. “I could have multiple motives.”

5k Celly

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[malavera]

(18+) I'll show you how I am yours — Tom Cruise

summary: you're being emotional because it's that time of the month, Tom had to assure you for the millionth times that he's not going anywhere. To seal the deal just to convince you, he shows you how he's devoted to you and only you.

warnings: lil bit of fluff & angst, age gap (25/59), mature content, allusions to period sex, daddykink.

tagging: @tomsf18 @helloitstsyu @moondustfairies @deanscroissant @katherineswritingsblog @elenavampire21 @gypsymoon548 @love2write2626

We all know each month, a woman does not stay sane the same. The pre-menstrual mood swings would comes in various ways. We are all familiar with the Obsessive thoughts, easily irritated to feeling guilty and most importantly very self-critical. Your beloved has dealt with all kinds of moods and symptoms that you projects every month. But, he never complains. In fact, he lets you be however your mood wants you to be. When you said you wanted to be alone, although you made it clear after you snapped at him that you wanted him to leave you be—he would. But, it’s not like what you fear. He would close the door, lean against the wall besides it and wait for at least 5-10 minutes or more, for you to cool down—then he’d walk back in either with a cup of tea or bringing up your favorite sweets.

He’s different from the last two guys you dated. Because when it’s your time of the month, they’d never take you serious. They’d never wanted to take care of you, all they would do is complain on why couldn't you control it, why do you choose to snap at him, why are you so angry all the time and always ends up with a fight. That’s why you’re always insecure and afraid when the time has come, how would your new beloved react to you getting through all of these crazy hormones.

Sighing, you tighten your grip around his torso, snuggling your cheeks more to his chest. A negative thought has occurred, being a woman comes with so many fears towards man. What if it’s all just a façade?

“Tommy,”

“Yes, darling?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Tom scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, a small smile displayed on his face, turning his attention from the TV to look down at you.

“What do you mean? Of course you are beautiful, baby.” He replied with a kiss on your forehead.

“Why did you chose me?”

“Don’t you find me irritating sometimes?”

“Do you ever find me irritating?”

“Is there anything that I should change?”

“Out of all people, why did you choose me?”

"Would you ever leave me if you find anything that doesn't suits you?"

“Do you really love me?”

In all honesty, listening to all of your insecure questions due to your obsessive thoughts, aches his heart. Tom concludes that you have abandonment issues. Which breaks his heart not because he doesn't want you around, but it's because how easily you belittle yourself sometimes when you became his partner. He's glad that he found you, but he's not a jerk, he wished that you would've loved yourself more than you love anybody else.

"I'm sorry, do you think I'm annoying for talking too much?"

"I'm sorry if I would snap at you in any time of day later today, I wouldn't mean to. It's the hormones you know?"

Tom sighs with a warm smile on his face, he gestured for you to sat up and lean against the pillows, his arm placed behind your shoulders.

"Baby, listen to me... You don't have anything to be sorry for, okay? I understand. No, you could never irritate me. No, I would never find you irritating. No, there isn't a thing I want you to change, you're perfect in your own way." He gently spoke, his knuckles moving a strand of your hair out of your face.

"I chose you, because I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You're a good woman, you have a good heart. Yes, you may be tough at some time or place and you'd stand on your ground when it comes to your principles, but I respect that. I love you." Your lips tremble, the tears forming in your eyes almost blurred your vision as you are moved listening to the wonderful speech he said about you.

"You would never leave me, right Tommy?" You muttered.

"I would never. Because you're mine, and let me show you how I am yours."

And with that, his soft lips connected with yours—pulling you to sit across his lap gently without hurting you as your body is fragile during your period. His big and calloused hands caressing your sides, feeling the soft fabric of your baby pink tank top sending you shivers down your spine as the actions gives your brain ideas on what could those hands do. Just by thinking about it, sends tingle through your pussy as you start grounding your ass on his growing tent.

"Tommy, I think we should stop." You spoke in between the kiss.

"Hmm, why?" His lips captured your bottom lips, seductively tugging on them, as his eyes watches the way it bounces back once he lets go.

"I want you, but I'm on my period. It'll be a mess, besides, don't you find it disgusting?" Your voice sounded so soft and delicate, it almost came out as a squeak and he finds it adorable.

"I told you, I'm going to show you how I am yours, right? Then let me show you, baby." He muttered against your neck before he connected his lips to your sensitive flesh as you throw your head back rolling your eyes closed, your mouth fell agape letting out a moan.

His hands went to play with your clothed breasts before he tore the fabric off of your body, earning a gasp from you. He switched from your neck to snatch one of your nipples with his mouth, giving a light suck as the other he played with. You could never understand the anatomy of a woman's body, on why when men played with our breasts and giving them attention—an electricity will spark down to our pussy. Or is it just you?

You couldn't help but grind your hips against his bulge, circling and grounding to let him know that you really need him as soon as possible. But, he's taken his sweet time on getting you all worked up. He wants to prep you, before he goes on action.

"Tommy, please.."

"That's not my name, what's my name?" You whimpered, with a slap to your ass another one escaped.

"Need I remind you, baby?"

"Daddy, please. I need you, I need you to fuck me, now please." You pleaded.

"See, that wasn't so bad right?" He breathed. He switched both of you as you are now laying against the bed with him on top of you. He spread your legs as if its your wings, wide. He stands on his knees, palming his tent, looking at you with his jaw clenched.

“Now, I don’t care how messy it’s gonna get cause daddy’s gonna fuck you so good your pussy’s going to only want no one but me.”

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[unrealwasteland]

Tom Cruise fic recs

If someone had told me a year ago that this is what I'd be reading in 2023, I probably wouldn't have believed them. Anyway, here I am with a list of some of my favorite RPF fics.

This list is pretty PWP-heavy and includes mostly bottom!Tom because I'm predictable like that. There are a few different pairings, but they're all m/m. No archive warnings apply to any of these fics.

With you, I'm already winning by Fuddlewuddle 4k, E Tom Cruise/Miles Teller, secret relationship, semi-public sex, belly bulge

Tom and Miles go to the Oscars. The ceremony goes on for so long, no one is going to miss them for a few awards while they go to the bathroom together. Just as long as they're back for the Best Picture award, it'll be fine. Miles isn't sure he'd be able to stop himself, even if it wasn't.

Oscars fix-it! This was lovely and really hot.

Kinkmeme fill: Asphyxiation by anonymous Not rated/E Tom Cruise/Miles Teller, asphyxiation, unsafe kink

Prompt: Tom has a thing for Miles' hands. It's only a matter of time before he asks Miles to choke him in the bedroom.

This kinkmeme fill is short but amazing. It's extremely well written and the characters are very believable.

all we are is indestructible by yellowdressilsa 4k, E Tom Cruise/Chris McQuarrie, wingfic

Chris always wears his wings up and out of the way - Tom finally gets him to let them down.

Somehow an AU where they have wings just makes so much sense for them. I love the intimacy of this.

so come take my hand, come on by notyourwinter 1.5k, E 🔒 Tom Cruise/Chris McQuarrie, shower sex

Tom would stay in the gym forever if McQ let him. McQ doesn't intend to let that happen.

Chris taking care of Tom is just so sweet, I want to live in this fic.

reading about yourself on a plane by yellowdressilsa 2k, E 🔒 Tom Cruise/Chris McQuarrie, topping from the bottom

Tom looks at him a moment; his expression is unreadable but then again, Chris isn't wearing his glasses. "You want to have sex?" Tom asks finally.

I think this was the first Tom/McQ fic on AO3. 10/10, absolutely perfect.

Truth or Dare by anonymous 3k, E 🔒 Tom Cruise/Miles Teller, armpit kink, boot worship, praise kink

"Truth or dare." "No!" Tom said decisively, waving his finger at Miles. "I'm way too old for that." "I'm also too old." Miles shrugged. "But it will be fun! We'll get to know each other, and all that."

This is really hot, I love the praise kink (and so do they).

Turn it on, knock me up, turn me loose by yellowdressilsa 2.5k, E 🔒 Tom Cruise/Glen Powell, pregnancy/breeding kink, top!Tom

Tom probably means "I wish I could have carried them" as an offhand comment, but it starts a wildfire in Glen.

I know I keep saying this about every fic on this list, but this is super hot.

twice as sweet as money earned by Saturn 5k, E Tom Cruise/Paul Newman, first time bottoming, praise kink

Tom could pretend he doesn't understand what Paul is offering but there is no denying the meaning behind Paul’s proposition. They’ve been building toward this for weeks. Tom’s not certain what the details entail, and he’s not sure he wants what’s on offer, but he still manages to sink his next four shots. It’s about options. While filming The Color of Money, Paul teaches Tom far more than he anticipated.

This is the only fic on this list with younger Tom, and I just adore how he's written here. And of course I love how Paul takes care of him.

#how do i even tag this #tom cruise #tom cruise fanfiction #actor rpf #real person fiction #fic rec #this list is for 'no archive warnings apply' fics but there are some well written darker fics out there as well #if anyone's interested i think i have a couple bookmarked on ao3

[cruisinwithtom]

I started a story on wattpad it would mean a lot if you went and checked it out!

#tomcruise #tom cruise fanfiction #wattpad

[ihearttomycruise]

Community/Personal Vent

How do you guys just accept someone who literally says lets bring back cyber bullying

Since when bullying became a joke? The person knows who they are and im sure they know who i am.

People are able to accept such comments and love someone but not accept someone who is trying to understand what happened / what went wrong. Pathetically everyone believes them and goes with what they say without attempting to hear the other person involved.

Also can we stop with the gate keeping tom comments? This goes only towards people who are literally gate keeping him to oblivion even if its a joke.

I have been holding in things i want to say about this situation but i think it doesn't matter if i do or do not.

I know you will end up seeing at one point cher.

When you do here is what i would like to say

You are actually pathetic because i saw you complain about someone blocking you without a reason and you were complaining about it but when you decided to switch up your words to me and i was asking why and i constantly texted you just to know what i did wrong for you to be acting that way because i actually thought we were friends you blocked me not saying anything to me.

Yeah cool. Then i text you on tumblr and you took what i said as a threat but the reason i said that because you decided to tell people shit about me and they ended up blocking me out of the blue right. I texted you because i wanted to know why would you do that shit and why would say that about me when you literally told me i was a kind person. My comments about making accounts actually i had an account and you followed me on it and i had a completely different name on it but did you see me do anything to you? Absolutely not because if my goal was to harass you lets be real everyone knows how to do that.

So you basically turned people against me telling them i harassed you because i spammed you wanting to know what i did wrong good job.

I don't know what have you gained from that but i have gained some pain over this and i have wanted to say something for months and i am posting this publicly because i know there is no reason to private message it to you.

#tom cruise #tom cruise fan #tom cruise fanfiction

[peacefxlmyko]

Does your Mother know?

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x fem!Reader

Summary: Somebody catches Maverick's eye at the bar. There's just a slight problem.

Tags: Fluff, AGE GAP!! but everybody involved is an adult, inspired by the ABBA song, sexy old man Mav

Notes: This is something old I once wrote about Slash but just changed it to Mav cause. Babygirl who's actually a wrinkly old man. Is obviously inspired by the ABBA song and I also used one of the lyrics lines. ALSO this is my first ever TGM imagine on here and I'm lowkey nervous so, please be nice. Also sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!!!

Story after cut ✂️

Mav never thought he would end up in a situation like this. After the most recent Mission he just wanted to chill at The Hard Deck and let off some steam. The whole Dagger Squad had been tough on him.

But there he saw her. She was beautiful, but most importantly young. Probably in her late-twenties. He couldn't help but watch her throughout the night as she was hanging out with her friends. 

He was taking a sip from his glass when he suddenly felt eyes on him. He looked around and noticed that it was one of her friends. She was whispering to her while looking over at him. 

Out of nowhere, she suddenly stood up from the table and started walking towards him. She was wearing a gorgeous outfit and it took him all of his strength to not stare. This is inappropriate, Pete. You're old enough to be her dad, stop staring at her like that. He thought. 

"Hey" She smiled softly. "Can I sit with you?" 

He chuckled a little and shrugged, a bit caught off guard. “Suit yourself.” Her voice was even prettier than he thought.

"So.. what's a girl like you doing talking to an old man like me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, he was seriously surprised. 

"I noticed you looking at me and so I got curious" She grinned in response. Maverick chuckled, a bit embarrassed he was caught staring. "Sorry, you just.. caught my attention" He mumbled under his breath. 

"So, what's your name?" He asked curiously. "It's Y/N. And they call you…?" 

"Maverick." He smiled. 

Y/N. That name kept echoing in his head for a moment. 

They just looked at each other for a moment, unsure what to say next. She suddenly pulled out a piece of paper from her leather jacket, scribbling something on it. She put the little piece of paper right into Mav's hand and his heart skipped a beat at the contact. What the fuck was happening?

"Give me a call" She winked at him and was just about to get up until he stopped her. "Wait- Are you serious?" He asked. 

"You do know I'm old enough to be your dad, right?" He chuckled. "You seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun"

"I know, but you don't seem like the other older men staring at me. You're not as creepy as them" She replied teasingly. Soon she left again to sit down at the table with her friends.  

Maverick just slightly shook his head with a smile before taking a sip from his drink, still caught off guard by the whole situation that just went down. He looked down at the note in his hand before putting it into his jacket, just to keep it safe for later.

#pete maverick mitchell #maverick x reader #maverick x reader imagine #pete mitchell #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #tgm #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction #dagger squad #tom cruise #tom cruise x reader