#Tom cruise fanfic

[lieutenantfloyd]

A few of my favorite photos + gifs of Tom Cruise! ♡

[helloitstsyu]

hello, I have a request for a tom cruise x reader fic based on the ariana grande song ‘fantasize’. that’s all, thank you xx

fantasize | Tom Cruise 18+

a/n : goshhhh this req is stuck in my mind for so long. finally I'm able to finish writing itt... i hope it fills your expectations! love the suggestion so much xx.

Pairing : Tom Cruise x f¡reader

Warning : unprotected sex, clothed sex, dirty talks, assume age gap, smut, minor dni!

Polo match.

You always hate when you're dragged to these kinda events. But your dad always insists on bringing you here. And since you just come back from college overseas, you owe it to him for a bit of quality time.

You would much rather stay at home or go out with your friends for a spa day or a pool party. Definitely not this. You feel awkward here and you don't know everyone here except your dad. Dad said it's not just about the game but it's about the networking. And so there he is, leaving you behind as he talks to his colleagues.

The game is about to start. Your dad calls for you. As you walk towards him, you see he's standing next to a man. His hair is perfectly styled. He's wearing a navy suit with a matching navy patterned tie. His eyes covered behind a sunglasses, but you kinda feel something about him is familiar, like you've seen him somewhere or something.

"Tom, i want you to meet my daughter." Dad places his hand behind your waist. Looks at you proudly, "She just came back from Harvard– took a double degree there while running her own business... couldn't get much prouder of my little cupcake." Your dad says.

Your dad has a habit of over-introducing you in front of people. "Dad, you're doing it again," you chuckle awkwardly as you shake your head.

Turning your head, you prolong your hand first for a shake. Shooting the man your most friendliest smile. "Hi, pleasure to meet you, i'm Y/N Y/L/N,"

He takes his glasses off and then shakes your hand.

That face. That eyes. Beat drops. You could feel your heart stop at the sight.

"Hi... I'm Tom,"

Cruise. He is Tom Cruise.

That's why you knew something about him is familiar, he's the freaking Hollywood god.

This shouldn't surprise you– to meet celebrities and all. Your dad works in the business as a producer. But something is different this time. Something is different about Tom Cruise. You almost feel like the air gets hotter. Perhaps it is him being so hot, or perhaps it's the way he stares at you with an intrigue in his eyes.

"So you're the famous Y/N Y/L/N... I've heard so much about you." He says, shooting a friendly smile.

"Yeah? Not the fun part, though," you mutter quietly.

Your dad and Tom both only stay silent and look at you, processing what you've just said.That came out of nowhere. The moment you realized you've said it, you regret it.

A few seconds pass with silence, but thankfully, your dad breaks into a laughter, lightening up the intense situation. "You're funny, sweetheart," your dad says. He must've not gotten the hidden intent behind what you said.

Tom however, just chuckles a little and a ghost smile appears on his face, his eyes light up as if he's enjoying some private humor. "Well.. I'd love to know more," Tom says. His gaze is unwavering and intense.

The event host then announces that the game is about to be started. You take your seat next to your dad. Tom is sitting a couple rows down from you, that doesn't stop you from keeping your eyes glued at him all the time.

For some reason, your heart is pounding mercilessly. You curse at yourself for being so stupid, muttering things out of your mouth before you think more about it. The way Tom gazed at you makes you feel some type of way, you're mentally and physically weak.

The way Tom moves a couple rows down there, the way he runs his fingers to his hair, the way his eyes dead-locked-focused watching the game as he chews a gum. That eyes, that jawline, that hair — Everything about this man just attracts every single bit of your cell. You're actually feeling all hot and horny right now.

Your mind starts to play on its own. Imagining what those lips would taste like. Imagining to run your fingers through that brunette strands. Imagining yourself getting fucked in this VIP little box — him pinning you down, he'd make you moaning hard, he'd pound mercilessly to you as he licks your moaning mouth. Oh, you'd give anything for him.

The loud cheer of the audience as the game ends awakes you back into reality. Somehow, you miss the whole game having your own preferred one in your head.

As you're about to leave your box, Tom comes to you and your dad again. Making some casual talks about the game and how great it was. You just stand there silence, still recovering from that heavy game you played in your mind.

"Cupcake," your dad turns around and calls for you, "If it's okay... i invite Tom to our lunch, i still have some business to discuss with him. I hope you're okay with it."

Before you can answer, your dad's phone rings. "Shit... hang on, sweetheart,"

"It's all fine, dad. I'll just go wait in the car." You say. You know whenever your dad's phone rings, that'll take some time. So rather than spending here talking with Tom and risking yourself to be flustered and caught in the open. You'd rather go back to your car and chill alone.

You get in your car and quickly turn on the air conditioning to the fullest setting. You sigh heavily.

You try to shake the picture of him in your head, trying to stop this feeling. You take a long breath in and just look at yourself from the rearview mirror. For some reason, you still feel horny. As if this feeling is not gonna go away until you're fed.

Looking around there's no one here around the parking lot. So you do what you gotta do to help yourself. You move to the back seat and lay down comfortably. You shut your eyes close and hoping that Tom is here. Hoping that Tom knows what he did to you, the feeling he inflicted on you.

All of a sudden, your door just pulled open, startling you to open your eyes and sit up. To your much surprise, it's Tom. He is ducking his head in.

"Tom? Wh-what are you doing?" You cluelessly ask.

"What needs to be done," he retorts in hushed voice.

He gets in and slams back the door close. In one quick motion, he lunges at you, grabs you by your face and kisses you. His lips on yours feel so soft and so burning at the same time— addicting, that's what he tastes like. You moan into his mouth, giving him just enough the opening. His tongue expertly exploring your mouth.

You have never been kissed like this. Your tongue tentatively plays back and joins his in an erotic movement. He gently pushes you back till you're laying down flat on the back seat with him on top of you. You're helpless, you're all pinned down, and he's restraining you with his whole body. You wrap your legs around his hips, allowing him to completely have his body pressed to yours. His hand explores your body, trailing the length of your thigh to your hips. Feeling something hardering, nudging you, you couldnt help to grind your center to his cock.

He hiss against your mouth. But Tom doesn't stop you or anything, rather he moves to kiss all over your chin, moving to your neck. The moment he sucks and nibs your sensitive skin, he got your eyes rolling back. You grip onto his jacket and swallows your edging moan.

"Tom..." you mutter.

Tom asks. Kiss more of your neck.

"Yes, darling?" Tom whispers in your ear before he gently bites your earlobe. Earning your jaw falls agape. He moves again to your collar bone, kissing you in the softest-teasing way.

He breathes against your flushed chest. His breath is hot, just like the way he makes you feel right now. He lays a soft, gentle kiss all across your flushed chest. Lowering himself even more as he gradually pulls your dress down along his way till your breast finally uncovered. He softly gasps at the sight of you. He glances to your eyes, lust covers in his gaze, before he places a kiss around your nipple.

You hiss, fingers grip onto his jacket.The moment he flick his tongue then sucks your nipple, you couldn't hold in your moan even more. "Ohh!" You moan.

Tom pushes himself off your neck and looks back into your eyes. "Come on, Y/N, show me how fun you can be," he challenges.

And just like that, the switch is being made. You turn off all of the good girl sides about you and this lust overdriving you into some dangerous character that'll put you in trouble. You pull him back to your lips and kiss him passionately. Your hands quickly run his body, feeling the toned muscles underneath. 60 or something, it is a joke that he's looking this damn hot at this age. You rub him from outside his pants.

You could feel Tom smirking against your lips. "Good girl," he chuckles.

You hurriedly take off his belt. Him helping you too. You push his trousers down just enough till you can grab his hard shaft and pulls it out from the torment of its lack of space. Tom groans as you wrap your hand around him. Fuck, he's big. And so hard. You pump his cock and spread his precum all over his shaft.

"Is that what you want?" Tom asks.

Glancing back to his eyes, you nod. "I want you to fuck me,"

A content smile appears on his face. He pushes your panties to the side and just pushes himself through your folds without warning.

"Ahh!" You squal uncomfortably to the unfamiliar size of him, gripping onto his shoulder.

Tom quickly bottoms out, pushing all the way of him inside of you. He doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size. He starts to pound his hips mercilessly into you, fucking you in a relentless pace.

"Ohhh! Fuck! ToOoMMm!" You shut your eyes and titled your head back.

"Yes! Yes! That's it moan my name!" He grins loving the way your face contorts to pleasure drunk. "You wanted my cock the moment you laid your eyes on me, huh? Looking at me with all of that slutty eyes, you know what you're doing, darling," he says to your ears as his cock pounds mercilessly to your tight channel.

You couldn't reply to him even if you wanted to. You only look back to him and nod.

"Oh, T-tom!" You cry. Tears dripping down your cheek.

"Fuck, Y/N" he groans. Tom holds your face. He presses his lips to yours again, silencing you from screaming loud.

He got you a moaning mess that you don't care if someone could hear you or see this little scene in your car. You never fucked like this before. So good that you'd do anything to have him fuck you like this again and again. You'd give your pussy for him, five to nine, nine to five. Tom fucks you like the way you fantasize your filthiest fantasies.

You feel your walls clenching hard. And the white hot pleasure becomes too unbearable to hold back. A few more thrust, and you're spilling all over. You squal all over the car. Knees clamping together as all of your muscles tighten.

You never have orgasm like that. It is by far your most intense that after the pinnacle, you feel bliss. For a few seconds, the room is so quiet — so peaceful...

You open your eyes and stare at the roof of your car. All of a sudden, like a slap to your face, waking you back into reality, your door is pulled open from the outside. Quickly, you sit up and try to fix yourself, push down your dress and all but it is all helpless. You're so caught right-handed. Looking up, the person who caught you right-handed guilty is the one you hope for dear life it wont be— Tom Cruise. He's peering down, slightly bending to meet your eyes.

You feel so embarrassed that you couldn't even feel a thing or think anything.

"Your dad wanted me to tell you lunch is off... meetings." He tells.

You just sit there feeling like you're slowly crippling to die. The optimistic side of you still whispers that perhaps he didn't see nothing. You have a tinted window afterall.... do you?

Tom gaze down at you with that light up, amused emerald eyes. Then slightly the corner of his lips pulled up to a smirk, like he's been there for a while and just watched you pleasuring yourself.

"Have a great day, Y/N," he mischievously smiles and closes back your door.

[tongue-like-a-razor]

There Are Consequences

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x F!Reader

Summary: While hiding your relationship is an essential requirement of maintaining it, Maverick struggles to hide his feelings when another man becomes involved.

CW: age gap, student/instructor dynamic, swearing, and where would we be without the angst, people??

WC: 3000+

This is Part 3 in the There Are Rules universe.

You’re packing up when Maverick calls your name from the front of the room. You look up at him warily as the officers around you start rising from their seats.

Maverick clears his throat, his eyes locked on yours and, even as the rest of the room is bustling after a long day of flying and debriefs, you’re suddenly completely still. Everything always slows down when his gaze settles on you.

“Can you hang back a minute?” he asks.

You nod, sliding out of your seat. You head to the front against the flow of traffic while Maverick walks around his desk to meet you. He stands a good five feet away, riffling through some papers in his hand, until the last of the officers leaves the room.

Maverick glances up at you once everyone else has gone, gingerly setting the stack of papers down on his desk. “Lieutenant,” he says quietly. “That was some flying today.”

You blink at him, a small smile spreading on your face. Surely, he didn’t call you up here to talk about aviation.

Maverick watches you levelly, not a hint of humor in his face. “You broke the hard deck.”

“For a second,” you say, rolling your eyes. “To avoid a collision –”

“Breaking the hard deck is a collision with the ground,” Maverick interjects.

You sigh. “You would’ve done the same.”

Maverick shakes his head. “You can’t keep using that excuse.”

You stare at him moodily. “You’re not denying it.”

Maverick furrows his eyebrows. “We train like we fight, Lieutenant. So that we can fight like we train. You keep breaking the hard deck during exercise, you’ll end up crashing during combat.”

You seethe under the guise of a polite nod. “Yes, sir,” you reply.

Maverick narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side as though he isn’t convinced that you’re done arguing. “I don’t care if you’ve got bogeys on your tail chasing into the cliffside – you might as well have gone straight through the rock.”

You glare at him, holding back every single retort that threatens to escape your tightly sealed lips. “Yes, sir,” you manage to utter, gritting your teeth the moment the words leave your mouth.

Maverick watches you patiently, waiting for you to dispute his logic. When you don’t, he takes a step forward. “Lieutenant,” he says calmly, his eyes sweeping over your face.

“Captain,” you reply.

He moves just a touch closer, letting his fingers skim the back of your hand. “I need you to be more careful,” he says in a near-whisper.

His proximity dizzies you until you can hardly decipher his words. “Mm-hm,” you respond vaguely.

His thumb draws a couple of circles into your palm, but he never quite takes your hand. “You’re dismissed, Lieutenant,” he says in a low voice.

You close your eyes, letting out a wavering sigh when his breath warms the apple of your cheek. “Aye aye, sir,” you say quietly.

Maverick releases a partially stifled groan, pressing his head against yours for a moment before he steps away. “That shouldn’t turn me on,” he says, backing away further as he holds his arm out, pointing at you.

You furrow your eyebrows. “What?” you ask, a little bewildered because you’re still stranded in a moment that’s already passed.

“You calling me that,” he says, shutting his eyes and shaking his head as though he’s attempting to clear it of your sorcery.

“Sir?” you ask.

He laughs tensely. “Stop.”

You press your lips together to keep from smiling. “Captain?” you say innocently, exploiting his weakness now that you’ve caught on. You take a step forward.

He sighs, bringing a hand to his face. “This is bad,” he warns as you approach, although there’s an amused grin on his face.

You bite your lip, smirking. “Do you like it when I’m bad, Captain?”

Maverick’s mouth drops open for a second as he watches you in awe. “Lieutenant,” he says hoarsely, placing his hands on your arms before you can come any closer. “If you’re trying to test my self-restraint, you’re winning.”

“Am I?” you ask softly, trying to push yourself against his hold.

Maverick moves his head to one side, setting his jaw as though he’s bracing himself for a difficult task. “I’m begging you,” he whispers, turning back to look at you as his breathing becomes more pronounced. “Don’t come any closer.”

“You started it,” you say.

He nods. “I won’t make that mistake again,” he says, finally letting go of you and shaking out his hands wearily. “We can’t do this here. If anybody finds out –”

“I know, I know,” you say. “There will be consequences.

…

Later that evening, you meet your squadron at the Hard Deck. You nod at Maverick and Cyclone, who are seated at the bar, but walk past them to join your friends. You spend the night going over the day’s hops with Phoenix, kicking Rooster’s ass at pool, and exchanging furtive glances with your instructor who has yet to run out of creative reasons to look over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of your group near the back of the bar.

It has been two weeks since the locker room fiasco but, in all this time, you and Maverick have barely had a moment alone. Between the grueling training and keeping up appearances, there has hardly been time for romance, so when you see Maverick getting out of his seat and pulling his leather jacket over the fitted, white t-shirt he’s wearing, you can’t help the disappointment you feel.

You down your martini moodily and rise slowly, leaning on the table.

“You doing okay?” Phoenix asks.

You nod, feeling the significant weight of your head as you perform said action. The third martini must have been a double. Still, you straighten your back and release the edge of the table. “Never better,” you respond, taking care not to lose your balance as you spin on the spot. You let out a sigh upon seeing Maverick’s back as he nears the door and start unhurriedly for the bar.

But before you reach it, a man in service khakis steps into your path. Not only is he wearing an exuberant grin, he’s also still sporting his aviators despite the late hour and lack of sunlight indoors. “Hey there, gorgeous,” he says in a jubilant voice.

Cyclone looks up from where he’s seated at the bar and raises his eyebrows in your direction before pointedly turning away. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that Maverick has come to a halt near the exit.

“What’s your poison?” the man asks, putting a hand on your arm and gesturing to the bar.

You watch him quietly for a moment, trying to decide whether you’re devious enough to take advantage of the situation. After all, the moment the man lays his hand on you, Maverick turns to watch you from where he still stands by the door, and you can’t say that the pissed off expression he’s wearing isn’t wildly attractive. But, ultimately, you look up at the man who’s now putting his arm around your shoulder, and say “I’m good, thanks,” and slip out from under his embrace.

“Come on,” the man insists, taking a hold of your wrist as you start to walk away. “One drink, sweetheart.”

In your periphery, you see Maverick start to make his way back toward the bar. “No, thank you,” you reiterate, pulling your hand out of his grasp.

But when you turn away, the man steps into your path. “Don’t be like that, sweetheart,” he says, putting his hands on your waist.

Before you can respond, you hear Maverick’s voice, much closer than you would expect him to be. “I believe the lady said no.”

You glance over to see the threatening look on his face despite the composure in his voice.

“Hey gramps, how ’bout you take a hike?” The man chuckles.

You notice Cyclone turning back to face the three of you, his eyebrows hovering even higher than the last time you saw them. He meets your gaze with a cringe just as Maverick narrows his eyes. “Step away,” he says in a low voice. “I’m not going to ask you again.”

The man leers at Maverick. “Or what?” he asks, tugging you forward.

It takes but a moment for Maverick to wedge himself between the two of you and grab the man by the collar of his uniform, nearly lifting him off the ground. “I suggest you get out of here right the fuck now,” Maverick growls, displacing the man several feet. He drives his back into the bar before finally letting go of his shirt.

“Woah! Woah!” the man yells, clearly not prepared to take a beating for what he thought might be a decent hookup. He holds his hands up, cowering. “I’m leaving, pop.”

Maverick glares at the man as he stalks off in a hurry. You glance nervously between Maverick’s curled up fists and the relaxed set of Cyclone’s shoulders. He’s watching Maverick in amusement. “Well, that was entertaining,” he comments while Maverick continues to seethe.

You wince as Maverick’s jaw hardens in response, not entirely optimistic that Cyclone won’t end up in his path of destruction. You bite your lip as Maverick finally releases a controlled breath and looks in your direction. His eyes sweep fleetingly over your face, although he holds your gaze for a deliberate moment before turning to Cyclone. “I can’t stand that kind of arrogance,” Maverick mutters, reaching for a bar stool next to his superior.

Cyclone smirks at him pointedly. “That’s ironic.”

Maverick gives Cyclone a flat look but doesn’t respond.

Cyclone takes advantage of the break in conversation to glance in your direction. “You alright, Lieutenant?”

You gravitate warily toward the bar. “I could use a drink,” you respond honestly.

Cyclone calls over the bartender while Maverick looks over his shoulder to steal a glance in your direction. He’s wearing an unreadable expression and this about doubles your level of anxiety. Cyclone distributes six shots of Tequila between the three of you and, lifting his shot glass, says, “I thought you were leaving, Maverick.”

Maverick eyes Cyclone impassively. “Is that your toast, sir?” he asks.

Cyclone chuckles. “Why not?” Then he downs his shot.

You follow suit, squeezing your eyes shut as the bitterness of the liquor settles in your mouth. You let out a quick breath before sticking a wedge of lime between your teeth and cringing as you bite down. When you notice both Cyclone and Maverick watching you in amusement, you give them a forced smile. “Oh my god,” you mutter around the lime wedge still in your mouth. “So good.”

The men laugh and you take a breath of relief, feeling the tension dissipate. Maverick raises his second shot glass and, while Cyclone reaches over the bar for the saltshaker, winks at you with a discreet smile. This tiny gesture is enough to send a ripple of electricity through your body.

Cyclone lands back on his barstool with a loud sigh and offers Maverick the salt. Maverick holds up a hand to indicate that he isn’t interested so Cyclone just shrugs and starts sprinkling his hand.

You glance at Maverick just as his eyes linger on yours once again and the desire to touch him becomes disastrously overwhelming. You feel your heart begin to race when you recognize the longing on his face before he squares his jaw and looks into his shot glass. He brings it to his lips, but Cyclone stops him with an outraged “Maverick!” He looks at Cyclone in surprise while the latter shakes his head in disapproval. “It’s your turn to give a toast.”

Maverick lets out a weak chuckle, reverting his gaze to the liquid in his glass. “To the mission, of course,” he says. He takes his shot quickly and then looks at you with a mild squint, as though he’s studying your reaction.

“Of course,” Cyclone agrees and, as he tips his shot glass back, you feel the back of Maverick’s hand brush lightly against your knee.

That’s when the troupe of enthusiastic aviators arrives at the bar. “Excuse the interruption,” Hangman says. “But this looks like a party I want to crash.”

Maverick raises his eyebrows at him. “Typically, I advise my pilots against crashing,” he says.

You chuckle, rolling your eyes at Maverick’s joke while the rest of your squadron gathers around.

Maverick rises, allowing the newcomers access to the counter, and gives you a subtle wink as he moves through the swam of aviators. “See you kids tomorrow,” he says with a smirk.

“Captain!” you exclaim, leaping from your seat and squeezing through the bodies crowding the counter.

Maverick glances back at you warily. “Lieutenant?”

You hesitate for a moment, wondering how appropriate your ensuing request might sound. “Mind giving me a ride back to base?”

Maverick blinks at you mutely before his eyes briefly slide over to Cyclone and then back to you again. “Sure,” he says pleasantly.

You give him a tight smile before turning to bid your friends a good night. Cyclone gives you a quick nod and returns his attention to the beer someone’s just handed him. Apprehensively, you make your way toward Maverick, who’s about halfway to the door. Maverick turns on his heel as soon as you reach him and marches briskly toward the exit. “Keep up, Lieutenant,” he mutters under his breath as you pick up your pace.

“Are you mad?” you ask quietly as he holds the door open for you.

Maverick meets your gaze. “No,” he says with a shift of the jaw as he fights to keep a straight face. “Impatient.”

You raise your eyebrows, stepping over the threshold with a small laugh. Maverick walks out after you and gestures to the parking lot at the side of the building.

Once the two of you are past the large windows of the establishment, you feel Maverick’s fingers weave through your own. The afternoon sun has sunk below the horizon and the long shadows of palm trees start to melt into the soft darkness of dusk. It's thanks to this cover of nightfall that Maverick pulls you aside behind the Hard Deck and, after a quick glance over his shoulder, finally looks you in the eye. “Good evening, Lieutenant,” he says and, even in your pocket of darkness, hidden between the spotlights of two unsuspecting streetlamps, you see the twitch of his lips as his mouth curls upward.

You smile back at him. “Good evening, Captain,” you respond, not meaning to sound quite as sweet as you do, only you’re so enamored by his eyes, it’s damn near impossible to keep from melting.

Maverick brings your hand up and presses it to his mouth, closing his eyes as he lets out a breath. He shakes his head, meeting your gaze with a more serious expression. “Sorry I intervened,” he says.

You blink at him in surprise. “I’m not,” you respond. “I mean, I know you know I can handle myself.”

Maverick chuckles. “I assure you, I don’t doubt your competence.”

You lower your gaze to watch his hand tighten around yours. “It was nice, having you stand up for me.”

Maverick reaches up with his other hand to lift your chin. “I almost decked him.”

You laugh. “I noticed.”

“I think I reacted before I realized that I probably shouldn’t have.”

“Hmm.” You pause, searching his face. “I know the feeling,” you say finally, perhaps a tad sarcastically.

He watches you quietly for a moment, knowing exactly what you’re getting at. “Your barrel roll,” he concedes.

“I was inverted before I even realized it.”

Maverick nods. “You’ve got great instincts.”

You gaze at him thoughtfully. “My point is, I don’t think I would have done the same maneuver at a lower altitude. Another reflex would have kicked in.”

“Look, I’m not going to stand here and deny that you’re a talented pilot. But I’m also not going to commend you for a reckless stunt that put your life in jeopardy and nearly caused your pursuing aircraft to lose control,” Maverick states firmly.

You pout your lips teasingly. “Not even a little?”

Maverick grins reluctantly. He brings his head down to rest over yours. He’s silent for a moment, breathing calmly, in unison with you. “That was some flying today, Lieutenant,” he mutters finally, echoing his morning lecture in an infinitely more agreeable tone. Affectionate. Proud. “Couldn’t have done it better myself,” he half-whispers. His hand moves to cradle your cheek while he places a tender, burning kiss on the corner of your mouth. Your lips part as you let a soft, whimpering sigh escape in the midst of your mounting desire. His lips linger longingly on your cheek before he shifts his weight to move closer and kiss you again. He’s not even kissing your mouth and the passion of the moment is already driving you wild.

Then, just as you’re about to insist on a proper French kiss, a booming voice impedes your plans. “Maverick!”

Maverick leaps away from you like he’s been stung, as though this action might negate what Cyclone has undoubtedly already witnessed. “Sir,” he starts, his tone confident despite the alarm on his face. “Let me explain” –

Cyclone silences him by holding up a hand. He glances mutely between you and Maverick. “I don’t have to tell you what kind of position this puts me in, Captain.”

“I understand that, sir,” Maverick responds with a stiff nod.

Cyclone stands quietly for what seems like a full minute before speaking again. “This ends now,” Cyclone declares levelly, the hushed quality of his voice adding a threatening tone to the statement.

“There’s nothing to end,” Maverick assures him. “This was an error in judgement, and it will not happen again.”

Cyclone juts out his chin in a grimace and shoots a stern glance in your direction. “This ends now,” he repeats, ensuring to enunciate every syllable to emphasize his point.

You don’t say anything, but Cyclone doesn’t wait for you to respond. He heads out into the parking lot, leaving the two of you behind.

Maverick drags a hand over his face. “Of all the fucking people” –

But you don’t let him finish. “Nothing to end?” you say hurtfully. He looks up at you wearily. “An error in judgement?”

Maverick watches you resignedly. “What would you call it?”

The despair on his face frightens you; makes you consider the possibility that his response to Cyclone might have been more deliberate than simply a spontaneous evasive maneuver.

Maverick sighs. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. You meet his gaze; his eyes brim with tears but his jaw is set. “I take full responsibility.”

As if you want an apology. As if you need to place blame. You take a step toward him, but he retreats.

He lets out a labored breath and blinks back a flood of tears. Then, he says in a strained whisper, “This ends now.”

You might’ve accidentally broken the hard deck but, just like that, Maverick intentionally breaks your heart.

Read Part 4

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SACRILÈGE || Teacher!Tom Cruise (+18)

Summary:  Mr. Cruise is the director of St. Helena, a religious boarding school for troubling young women. Besides managing the school, he also teaches physics and mathematics. Lost in a forest, St. Helena is said to give a second chance to desperate girls. When your parents sent you there, they expected you to behave... Not to engage in a twisted romance with your teacher

Words: 3k of pure smut

Tags: Religious context, toy, fingering, corruption kink, age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Tom is 45-50), this is straight-up porn with a minimal plot so don't expect this to be a masterpiece. You've been warned. Minor DNI.

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“To solve this equation we will have to…”

Mr. Cruise’s words flew across the room but never really reached you. A small sigh escaped from your juicy lips as you repositioned yourself on the wooden chair. As you did, a delightful surge, followed by a wave of arousal, spread through your whole quivering body. It was like that at each of your movement.

“Now, I’m going to ask one of you to come and solve the new equation I just wrote on the board.”

You slightly wiggled on the chair, pressing your body against its surface a bit harder. It felt so frustrating not to move as you’d wish to… The friction of your panties’ fabric against your swollen and sensitive clit, pleasant at first, had become a lustful torture. It almost made you whimper but, fortunately enough, you had managed to choke it in your throat before it reached your lips. All you wanted was to moan but you knew that if you did, you would be in trouble. The thing was that the heat pooling in your loins was slowly turning into a wildfire, which threatened to burn you from within. You gripped the edge of your seat and clenched your fingers around it, for you did not know what to do anymore to control the pleasure you were experiencing. Your pulsing walls tightened around the vaginal plug that was buried in your drooling cunt and satisfying your growing sexual appetite.

Weeks ago you discussed with the baker’s wife during your gardening time and when the topic of men came you told her, quite timidly, that you never had sex before. She was not particularly surprised. You were trapped in religious boarding school for women after all. However, the baker’s wife still wondered why you had never fucked with a man before your parents dragged you here. To this question, you just shrugged. You were simply not ready. It seemed like your desire only woke up days after your arrival at St. Helena — how ironic. You could have slept with men countless times before, but it was only when you could not do it anymore that your body bloomed with sexual urges.

The first advice your friend gave you was to masturbate, which you did but it could be quite difficult for intimacy was scarce at St. Helena. You shared the dorm with five other girls, and shower time was strictly monitored by the nun in charge of the floor on which your bedroom was. All in all, your whole day was planned down to the minute. As a consequence of this tight schedule, you could not really find the time nor the intimacy to relieve your naughty needs.

There came the idea of the vaginal plug. What happened next was quite simple: you saved the pocket money your parents sent you each week and asked the baker’s wife to buy you something. You had the plug for a few days but it had already become a necessity. The toy was extremely practical for all you had to do was push it inside your pussy and keep it as long as you wish. It was not like someone would rummage through your panties though.

“Y/N. Would you come to the board please?”

Hearing Mr. Cruise voice calling your name snatched you from your pleasure bubble.

“Oh, uh, me?”

“Is there another Y/N in my school I don’t know about?” He replied quietly, but the corner of his lips was tucked in a faint amused smile.

“I am afraid I won’t be able to solve this. To be honest with you I am not good with maths, Sir..” How you managed to line up so many words in a row without stuttering was a mystery.

“That’s okay, Y/N. We’re going to solve it together and I’ll explain the process to the class at the same time.” His forest green eyes stared at you with vivid interest. Your relationship with the attractive Mr. Cruise had been rocky. He was often more demanding with you than with the other girls. It was probably because your parents had warned him you were quite a rebel soul. It seemed like he was looking at you with a bit more of intensity than he should do, but you chased away the thought, certainly influenced by the indescribable arousal the sex toy was giving you. Defeated, you had no other choice than obey Mr. Cruise if you wanted to remain free of all suspicions. Gathering the willpower left in you, you shut your thighs tight and stood up on your staggering feet.

“Are you okay?” He asked, noticing the goosebumps not only on your arms but also on the skin of your legs your high socks could not cover. You were cute in a way he could not speak… Especially when you were wearing your skirt.

“Yes, Sir!” You hurried to reply before making your way to the board under the insistent gaze of your teacher, trying to keep your legs as closed as you could. With each step, another wave of pleasure crashed against your walls and reflected in your whole body. And during the whole walk of shame, Mr. Cruise did not look away, his emerald iris tantalized by the way your hips were swinging … Or by the adorable color your cheeks had turned into when he started talking to you.

“Alright.” Once you reached him, the teacher handed you the white chalk he had been using to write on the blackboard. You took it, barely daring to look at Mr. Cruise’s handsome face. The first time you saw him, you had to ask God for forgiveness in your prayers for a tsunami of obscene thoughts flooded your mind. St. Helena’s director was a breathtakingly attractive man in his late forties or early fifties — you could not tell. But what you could tell was that he inspired you with many wet dreams even though he was more than twice your age and could be your dad. So, looking at his piercing feline eyes when your pussy was tortured by a plug would 100% make you climax here in the middle of the classroom.

You grabbed the chalk and tried to focus on the calculus, but the gears of your brain did not want to work. They remained silent, like the frozen mechanism of some vintage clocks. In spite of the pressure of being in front of the class, your body could not take care of anything else than the maddening sensation of the plug’s egg shape stretching your tight and needy pussy. The sex toy was too big for you inexperienced hole, so you often had trouble putting it in.

“That’s okay, my dear. Let me explain the solution to you.” Joining gestures to words, Mr. Cruise’s large and slightly calloused hand wrapped yours and led the chalk on the board. Warm skin against cold one, the temperature difference between you strengthens the unbearable arousal pooling in your lower back. The musky and manly fragrance of his perfume tingled your nostrils, making you want to bury your face in the crook of his neck as you sat on his lap like a good girl.

No, Y/N! Don’t think about that kind of sinful thing! You forced your mind not to drift from the calculus, but you did not understand a single. Not that you weren’t hearing Mr. Cruise’s seductive voice, but you were not listening to it.

“And that’s how you solve the problem. See, Y/N? That was not so difficult.” He said, with a charming toothy smile etched on his lips.

“Thank you, Sir.” You said, your eyes still fixed on the wooden floor as blood rushed to your face. At least I can go back to my chair, you thought. You had barely moved when the teacher’s hand gently grabbed your wrist. Surprised, you finally glance at him.

“For the last ten minutes of the course, I ask you to stay here,” As he talked, Mr. Cruise gently put his hands on your shoulders and pressed on them. Forced to sit on the edge of his desk, you shut your eyes trying to keep your composure but could not hold the feverish sigh that came out, “So that you’ll be more attentive and you’ll leave the class understanding today’s lesson.” The teacher said with the most caring tone you’d ever heard. He held your shoulders for a little while, pressing on them a bit strongly. You discreetly pulled your lower lips with your teeth to not whimper as the plug pushed deeper into you because of the pressure Mr. Cruise was applying. His forest green eyes shone with a lecherous appetite — Could he know that something was buried in your cunt? No, it was not possible.

The attractive director Cruise finally freed you from his grip and took one quick glance at your perky nipples, which were pointing under the tight fabric of your blouse. Then, he focused back on the class.

The last ten minutes seemed to be hours of endless carnal torture. You felt your pulse in your swollen clit, and all your holes were open in anticipation of getting filled. Tears almost overflooded your Y/EC eyes for the hellish arousal you were undergoing almost made you run out of breath. Desire ignited your virgin body, and the sparkled that originally started the fire was Mr. Cruise.

The ring echoed in the corridor, striking the end of school — or striking a miraculous liberation for you.

“Alright girls, don’t forget to do exercises three and four for tomorrow. See you soon.” The teacher said, hands crossed in his back.

You stood up from the desk, quickly grabbed your stuff, and proceeded to leave the classroom.

“Not you, Y/N.” You froze

“Sir?”

“In my office. Now.” His sweet voice had turned to ice when the last woman exited the room, leaving you and Mr. Cruise alone.

Stricken by panic, your heart quickened and your being shattered. Now you were in trouble.

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You had followed Mr. Cruise to his office in complete silence. Not once you tried to ask him the reason behind such an appointment nor what did you do wrong, for you were far too afraid of the answer. Yet, the most logical part of your mind was trying to soothe your fears: no one could possibly know about the plug. You had managed to hide it so well that no one ever suspected you owned such an object. At this point, the only possible reason behind Mr. Cruise’s reprimands was your distracted behavior during today’s class. The seductive man made you enter the room first so that he could shut the door behind you. What you did not expect was to hear the door’s locking though. Chills ran down your spine as a thin streak of pussy juice ran down your inner thighs.

“Do you know what kind of school St. Helena is, Y/N?” He asked, his words sharp as glass shards. You turned around to look at him.

“A religious boarding school, Sir.”

“A religious boarding school,” The teacher repeated, tilting his head to the side without looking away, “You’re right, dear. So, can I ask you why do you have such a dirty attitude?”

Your heart stopped, thunder-stricken by fear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Sir.” You tried to sound convincing but you stuttered like a guilty child. Mr. Cruise walked to you and leaned to whisper in your ear.

“Bend over the desk.”

Your breath hitched, for the atmosphere thickened in the room. This time, you were shaking like a leaf. Did you hear well?

“Y/N. Bend. Now.” His voice remained quiet but his words were coated with a thrilling coldness. Having no other choice than giving in, you sniffed and bent over the director’s desk, your skirt lifting up and exposing your panties to him as you did so.

“Y/N… You are such a naughty girl,” He said, shaking his head with discontent. However, you could perceive a tint of excitement in his tone. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the whole situation. Mr. Cruise’s grin could not help but stretch further at the sight of the wet spot on the fabric of your panties. He could almost smell your arousal from here, and it was slowly driving him crazy.

“The Devil is in you, I knew it.”

You squealed, for you felt his fingertips brushing your intimate part above your soaked underwear, “So wet…”

You bit your lips, almost choking with shame.

“He makes you mind buzzing with impure thoughts, and you are listening to them.” When he decided he had petted your pussy enough, he pressed his fingers right where your plug was. A feverish and slutty moan escaped from your lips.

“Do you want a man to fuck you, Y/N?”

“N-No, Sir!”

“Little liar,” He growled and his fingers hooked your panties’ fabric to slowly pull it down along your legs. Eyes wide open, your body remained frozen with both terror and intense arousal at the sensation of the room’s fresh air caressing your exposed sensitive folds. No matter how hard you tried, your brain could not get over the fact you were bending over your director’s desk, your pussy in sights , “ You’re such a whore… A whore that needs to feed her greedy cunt even during my class. You should be ashamed.” Something in his voice made you wetter: he was lecturing you, but his breath had become a bit erratic. Now you were convinced he was as turned on as you. A quick look was enough for you to notice the huge bulge between his legs. His cock twitched, hypnotized by the wonderful sight of your glistening lips and your filled hole.

“Confess, or I’ll expose you to the whole school so that they know what a slut you are.

“I-I want to be filled!” You blurred out, desperate.

“Tell me more.”

“I don’t know why, Sir, but I have these constant disgusting urges since I arrived here. My dreams are filled with perverse images, and I wake up in the middle of the night sweaty and soaked with love juice,” As you talked, Mr. Cruise watched the plug move inside your tight walls.

“This is a very serious matter, Y/N.”

“I tried to resist but I crave sex so bad, Sir… I am so sorry!! I won’t do it anymore, I swear I’ll throw this toy away and I’ll behave! But please don’t tell the others!!”

“Hm.” He simply replied, thrilled with arousal and starting to feel too tight in his pants.

Following a serious accident that had happened years ago, Mr. Cruise turned to God and gave up his debauchery to live closer to purity. But when you arrived at St. Helena, you shook all the foundations he had spent the last years building. He who was certain to be immune to sin soon found himself jerking off every night thinking about you, his oh-so-young student. With your perfect curves and your mischievous pout, you swept away his self-control and corrupted his holy heart to the core with obscene urges since the first day he met you.

Mr. Cruise’s senses were overwhelmed: his eyes could not look away from your dripping cunt and the plug. His nose was deliciously assaulted by the faint smell of your perfume. His ears were lulled by your shy whimpers. His mouth was watering at the simple thought of licking your forbidden fruit — and his hands, oh how he wanted them to spank the Devil out from you with them!

Keeping a bit of self-control, he swallowed and brought his hand near your entrance to softy grab the plug’s edge between his fingers.

“Are you virgin, my dear?”

“Y-Yes Sir, I am.”

“So you don’t even know what it feels to have your fragile flower pounded and your inside filled with warm semen?”

Fire rushed to your cheeks and loins at his words, as if your whole body begged for someone to fill every of its hole. Your fingers clenched on the wooden desk, “No I don’t, Sir.”

“Good,” Without the slightest warning, the teacher pulled the toy out of your pussy. An exciting suction noise echoed in the room. This, added to the surprise, caused you to moan louder and wave your hips, asking for more. As soon as he relieved the tension in your walls, glistening love juice flowed from your stretched hole like magical water from the fountain of Youth. Mr. Cruise moistened his lips with his tongue, drooling over the sweet taste of you, “there, love. There…” He whispered with a caring tone, his free hand gently stroking your lips and, sometimes, he pressed the tip of one finger against your hole for it to just drip even more.

At this point, you had to bite your tongue not to beg him to fuck you.

“I’ll keep your misbehavior for myself. Let’s say it will be our little secret,” He started.

You sighed, half reassured even though the shame was still burning your cheeks. The sensation of Mr. Cruise petting your virgin cunt, his fingers grazing your sensitive flesh, and his thumb massaging your swollen clit blissed you out. Mouth half opened, head slightly tilted backward, and eyes shut, you were starting to get dizzy.

“Under one condition,” He grinned, satisfied with the reaction his touch provided you.

“Sir!” You whined as he slipped one finger into you.

“I’ll keep my tongue but, in exchange, I want you to keep that slutty sex toy buried deep in your innocent pussy during each of my lessons.” His words melt like butter. As he talked, he slipped a second finger and started massaging your pulsing walls with back-and-forth movements. Your body answered by arching your back and spreading your legs even wider. Drool dripped from the corner of your lips. This was so humiliating and exciting at the same time you could not resist moving your hips on his fingers, lingering for more and more.

“Y-Yes Sir! Owww more, please Sir!”

But Mr. Cruise pulled out his fingers, doing the exact opposite.

“Enough for today,” He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and, eager to taste you, he licked your juice from his skin, humming with joy as he did, “Now take your plug back, and go take a shower. Dinner will be served soon, and people will ask questions if they don’t see you there.”

You stood on your shaking legs: he had turned you into a dirty and soaked mess. With an ashamed hand, you leaned to pick your panties up but his hand brutally slapped your butt cheeks. You squealed, half in surprise and half in pain. His lips quirked in a sadistic smirk.

“Hurry up.” He concluded before you left the office with your head down and your pussy dripping. You closed the door behind you and disappear into St. Helena’s dark corridors, sin weighting on your shoulders.

Your twice-your-age teacher just fingered you and you liked it. So much that you’d die for him to do it again. A shaky sigh escaped from your greedy lips, that wanted to taste his. Maybe he was right when he said that the Devil was inside you and everything you did.

And you were ready to embrace it if it meant to drive your teacher pussy drunk for you…

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[eemcintyre]

Flipped (Tom Cruise)

TW- n/a

Summary- Tom's daughter keeps him company from her playpen while he cooks dinner.

Just a smol little idea I had that I had to put into existence :)

It was a regular evening at the Colorado house; Y/N was holed up in her office conducting an impromptu business phone call while Tom got a head start on dinner preparations. The baby, Indie, kept him company nearby in her playpen- between chewing on her sleeve and crawling laps around the pen’s perimeter, she watched her father with interest.

“Y’know, a captive audience is the best kind of audience,” Tom spoke to her as he ignited the stove, placing a pan of meats and vegetables over the flame.

He reached for a wooden spoon, but before stirring the ingredients, attempted to toss the spoon into the air and catch it. As it fell to the floor with a thud, he shot a glance down the hallway and listened for Y/N’s voice, but it appeared she hadn’t heard. Spoon in hand again, he returned his attention to the baby, raising his other hand to his lips in a shushing gesture.

“Now, this stays between us. If your mother finds out, she’ll laugh at me,” he grinned. “And I might lose my kitchen privileges. Technically, it was her fault because she distracted me, but the last time she saw me trying to be fancy I may have sliced my hand open… and we don’t need to open Pandora’s box again, ok?”

At that moment, Indie let out a loud squeal and Tom threw up his hands in defeat.

“Remind me never to plan a heist with you.”

Turning to the assortment of spice bottles he had gathered earlier, he said in an exaggerated, pretend female voice: “If you can’t grow, harvest, and dehydrate all of your own spices, store-bought is fine.” Indie laughed, feeding into his theatrics. “Now, I used to be really good at this. We’re gonna try again.”

He flipped each spice bottle in the air, from one hand to the other, as he added it to the pan. Despite a couple of near-misses, this second attempt produced no casualties, and he chuckled to himself: “The old man’s still got it.”

The baby continued to laugh until she drooled.

“You see, I was in a movie once where I played a bartender, and…” He cringed as he began to recall the details of the movie, particularly the sexually charged elements. “Yeah, you’re not going to watch that. Ever.”

[tommys1girl]

A First For Everything

Summary: you’re not only attending your first red carpet event, you’re also making your first appearance as Tom’s newest girlfriend. You’re quite worried considering you’re 30 years younger than Tom and you know that gossip will spread like wildfire. But you’re more worried about something else..

Pairing: Tom Cruise x female reader

Warnings: 30 year age gap, smut, virginity, Tom taking readers virginity, fingering, PIV, oral, pregnancy test (kinda), praise kink, dom vibes from Tom, daddy kink, slight degradation

Word count: 4,501

Requested: yes :)

“Alright Y/N, I’m about to start getting ready so I’ll see you as soon as I step off that helicopter. I love you,” Tom speaks through the phone as your makeup artist/best friend applies your lip gloss. “I love you too, honey! I can’t wait to see how handsome you look tonight! Oh, and please be careful!” You exclaim as you push away your friend’s hand.

Your best friend Nova had gone to school to be a makeup artist and was thrilled, to say the least, when she found out she’d be doing your makeup for your first big event/celebrity outing. “Y/N, I can’t believe you’re going to a red carpet event!” She squealed between putting blush on your cheeks. “I mean I guess it was bound to happen at some point since you got it in with Tom fucking Cruise!” Nova was shouting as this point.

You chuckled, “I can’t believe it either, Nova. That makes it even more exciting though.”

“How long has it been since you’ve seen him?” Nova asked, walking away to grab something from her purse.

“A couple months now, he’s been busy filming Mission, and I didn’t want to leave work.” You sighed.

“You know, distance makes the heart grow fonder, that’s probably why he asked you to be his girlfriend from thousands of miles away,” she laughed walking back.

She hands you a pregnancy test, and jokingly says, “take one of these in a couple weeks please.” She winks.

“Nova…”

“Wait, you haven’t had sex yet???”

“Nova, you know I haven’t slept with ANYBODY.”

“I thought you lost your v-card to what’s his face a couple years ago!”

“Nope, we never went that far, that’s why he dumped me.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry. That was rude of me to assume. Does Tom know that you’re still a virgin?” She asks as she start applying some dark eyeshadow into the creases of your eyelids.

“Oh gosh no! I’m terrified he won’t want to move forward. Who the hell wants to be with a 30 year old virgin?” You exclaim trying not to move and get stabbed by a makeup brush. “We’ve only been to dinner a couple times and had a few day dates. He’s a gentleman, he said there was nothing to rush so I figured I didn’t need to rush when telling him I’ve yet to have sex…”

Nova stops applying the eye shadow and bends down to look at you eye to eye. “Y/N, any man would be lucky to be with you, sex or no sex. I haven’t met Tom yet, but I know that if you chose him, that he’s got to be good. I’m sure he’s as understanding as you are, and if that’s the case then you have nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. Tell him tonight. Please.”

“Okay fine, thanks Nova.”

“You’re welcome, now let’s get you ready to walk this red carpet!”

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You attend the red carpet with Tom by your side as soon as he steps foot off his helicopter. This is your first time meeting the cast, and you immediately become friends with Monica.

“Tom does not stop talking about you when we’re around, it’s adorable!” She says holding your hands, “he really likes you, believe me!”

That made you feel better already, you feel like you’re ready to tell Tom tonight. And you feel like you’re ready to move forward and sleep with him… if he’s okay with taking a 30 year old’s virginity..

Tom approaches you, slings his arm around your waist and whispers into your ear, “that dress looks so good on you darling, but I think it might look better on my floor.” He kisses your cheek and pulls away smiling at the crowd of people.

You blush and lean your head onto his shoulder for a second, embracing the butterflies in your stomach.

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As you step into the elevator of the hotel that you and Tom are staying at you grab his hand and say, “Tom, I have to tell you something.”

He squeezes your hand and turns to face you, grabbing your other hand, “what's going on baby?”

You put your head down, shying away from him, “it’s embarrassing…” you trail off.

“Y/N, you know you can tell me anything. I will never judge you. Now what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He leans in and kisses your forehead.

By that time the elevator stops and you’re walking into Tom’s room, the penthouse suite. “You know how you said there was no need to rush anything with us?”

“Yeah of course, Y/N.” He leads you into the bedroom and starts taking off his jacket.

“Well I technically haven’t slept with anyone before…. And I’m scared you’re not going to want me because of that.. I mean I’m 30 years old and I’m a virgin. That’s embarrassing, right?” You sit down on the edge of the bed and put your head down leaning into your hands.

Tom walks over to you and crouches down in front of you and grabs your wrists, “Y/N, I don’t care if you’ve slept with 0 people or 100 people. That doesn’t change the way I feel about you. I’m with you because I like you, not what you’ve done or haven’t done.”

You look up at him, allowing him to grab your hands, “are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure! Y/N tonight was one of the most special and memorable nights of my life. And having you there made me realize something. I love you, and I want to be with you for as long as you let me hang around. I really, really love you Y/N. And if you’re up for it, I can show you how much.”

“I love you too, Tom.” Your cheeks blushing, and heart fluttering. You lean in and give him a kiss and he kisses you back deeply.

“Are you ready for me to show you how much I love you?” He asks bringing your hands up to his mouth to kiss them.

“More than ready, Tom,” you give him a smile and give him a kiss on his cheek.

Tom stands up and pulls you up with him by your hands. “You looked absolutely stunning tonight by the way. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you the whole night, I’m so glad you’re mine.”

“I’m more than happy to be yours, Mr. Cruise,” you smirk.

“Turn around dear, let’s get you out of this dress.”

You turn around and Tom starts to unzip your dress, “such a pretty girl.” He whispers in your ear as he pulls your straps down your arms. Your dress then falls to the floor and you’re left standing in a lacey strapless bra and matching panties. With Tom’s hands on your shoulders, he helps you step out of your dress and remove your heels.

With Tom’s hands still on your shoulders he spins you around and backs up to get a good look at you. “You are so beautiful, baby girl.”

You’re blushing and trying not to smile as hard as you are, “thanks Tommy.”

He picks up your dress and tosses it over a chair, “can you help me get out of the rest of this suit, darlin?”

“I think I can do that,” you walk over to him. You slowly start to loosen his tie and slip it over his head. His eyes looking you up and down as you start to unbutton his shirt. He slides his shirt off and throws it over the chair on top of your dress. He bends down to untie his shoes and steps out of them, removing his socks next and throwing them aside on the floor.

You stand there, nervously, wondering if you should take off his pants or if he’s going to do it himself. Tom pulls you in by your waist and kisses you ever so slowly making you bask in the moment. As he pulls away he whispers, “I think you forgot something.”

You look at him with innocent eyes and he nods as if he’s giving you permission to move on. You bend down, sliding your hands down his chest to his hips. You start to undo the belt buckle and then the button and zipper of his dress pants. “Good girl,” Tom is running his fingers through your hair. This man knows how to make you melt before evening starting.

You slowly slide his pants down and he steps out. He’s standing in his boxers and you stand up to meet him. Tom grabs your hand and leads you over to the bed, turning you in front of him as the back of your knees touch the edge of the bed. “Lay back, darlin.”

You sit down, cross your arms covering your bare stomach and look up at him nervously. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you sweetheart,” Tom says as he lightly pushes your shoulders back.

You’re lying down and Tom crawls over you, landing beside you and resting his hand over your stomach. He gently peppers your face with sweet kisses and begins moving his hand from your belly up to your breasts. He slides his hand under your bra and teases your nipples, making them perk up at his touch. “Can I take it off, Tom?”

“Please,” he raises his eyebrows and nods with approval.

He takes his hand away and you sit up unclasping your bra and letting it fall swiftly down your arms, tossing it on the floor. You look over your shoulder at Tom as he gently starts to glide his fingers up and down your back. He raises his glance to meet your eyes, “come here.”

You lay back down next to him, he wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you in to face him. His lips just millimeters away from yours, you can feel his breath. He gently pressed his lips to yours, you wrap one hand around the back of his head and pull him closer to you. His hand around your waist trails down to your bum and he gently squeezes. Your breath hitches and Tom kisses you deeper, more passionately.

Tom is rolling you both over so he’s on top of you, right hand next to your head, left hand in your breast. It catches you off guard because he moved so quickly. Tom is staring at you, looking for approval as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. You let out a moan as you close your eyes. Tom leans down and kisses your other breast, soon taking your free nipple into his mouth. As he swirls your nipple with his warm tongue, he’s gently squeezing your other breast.

You arch your back, turning into a moaning mess at what he’s doing to your body. Tom pulls back from your breast and leans over to kiss you, “you like that Y/N, you like it when I touch you and taste you?” You thought you were going to break right there. You nod, “yes daddy.”

You shock yourself with the words that just came out of your mouth. Tom is frozen for a moment, looking at you with a still expression. His expressionless face soon turns into a devilish smirk, “that’s my good girl.”

You feel every bit relieved. You had no idea how or why that just came out of your mouth, but it felt good. And Tom clearly liked it so you go along with it.

Tom starts to kiss down your body stopping at your panties, “so pretty, but they need to come off.” He says looking directly at your clothed center. He looks up at you, you’re looking at him with puppy dog eyes, ready for him to take you.

Tom sits back on his knees between your legs, he slides a finger up your clothed slit and you feel just how wet you are. Slightly embarrassed, you lay your head back down. “So wet for me, can’t wait to taste you Y/N,” Tom says as he starts to eagerly pull your panties down. You lift your bottom up, making it easier. As Tom throws your panties onto the floor, you quickly close your legs. You feel so vulnerable, and embarrassed.

When Tom sees that you’ve closed your legs in front of him, he puts his hands on your knees and quickly separates them. You lift yourself on your elbows to look at him. “Your legs stay open for daddy, I will tell you when you can move them. Understand?” His hands have a death grip on the inside of your thighs now.

“Yes,” you say quickly.

“Yes what?” He asks sternly.

“Yes daddy,” you say.

“Good girl,” he released the grip on your thighs and slowly starts to rub them, getting closer and closer to your pussy.

He adjusts himself so that he’s laying down on his stomach, his face directly in front of your heat. Tom gently starts to touch you, exploring your folds, learning all of you. “So pretty,” you feel his hot breath on your core.

You throw your head back, with a shy moan.

“Sweetheart, be louder for daddy. I want to hear those sweet little moans.”

You lift your head back up to look at him, “yes daddy.”

“Being so good for me.”

“Mhmm, Tom please I need you.”

“But baby girl doesn’t know what she needs,” Tom isn’t looking at your face, he’s talking directly at your pussy. “She’s just an innocent little girl, she doesn’t know what she needs,” he repeats as he slowly slides a finger up to your clit, swirling the bud into a circle.

“Oh my god,” you moan.

“That’s it, let me hear you darlin,” Tom responds.

Before you can let out another moan, Tom is pressing his tongue to your clit. You’re a moaning mess at this point, it doesn’t help that Tom is also moaning, singing vibrations throughout your entire body.

“You taste so good, baby,” Tom says as he pulls away to look up at you.

He reconnects his tongue to your clit just before sliding down to your entrance, he pokes and prods his way into you with his tongue.

“Feels so good, Tom,” you moan.

He slowly works his index up to your clit as he continues to thrust his tongue in your seeping hole. An unfamiliar feeling approaches deep in your belly and your breath begins to get shaky. You grab Tom’s hand as a way to tell him to stop.

He doesn’t stop though, but he knows why you want him to. He pulls his tongue away, but keeps his finger on your clit. “You’re going to cum sweetheart, it’s okay. Just let go..”

He switches it up and places his tongue back on your clit and slowly slides a finger inside you.

“Oh fuck, Tom,” you moan deeply and loudly.

“Mhmm,” he moans into your clit.

He’s massaging your walls like you never thought was possible. No guy had ever made you feel this, no guy had ever made you cum.

Tom feels your walls clenching around his finger, and pulls his mouth away to encourage you through your orgasm. “Cum for me Y/N, cum on my fingers… that’s it, good girl, baby. Such a good girl for daddy.”

Your whole body is shaking as you ride out your orgasm. You finally calm down and catch your breath. Tom is just slowly pushing his finger in and out of you, looking at the mess you made on his finger.

He removed his hand from between your legs and reaches up to your face. “Open,” he says, looking at your mouth.

You open your mouth and Tom places his drenched finger in your mouth, “see how good you taste, baby? So good for daddy.”

He removed his finger slowly and placed it back down between your legs, now cupping your heat. Your body jumps, “how was that, sweetheart?”

“Amazing,” you breathe out. “I’ve never had an orgasm before.”

“I’m glad,” he smiles up at you. “Are you ready for daddy to make you cum again?”

“Again?”

“Yes baby, you can cum several times. If it gets to be too much just tell me. We can stop whenever you want.”

“Okay,” you nod.

“Say, ‘yes daddy’,”

“Yes daddy,” you look at him.

“Good girl, learning so quickly.”

Tom stands up at the edge of the bed, eyes on you as he pulls down his boxers and steps out. Walking back over to you he starts eyeing your dripping sex, “touch yourself for daddy.”

You slide your hand down your torso stopping at your clit, slowly rubbing yourself while looking at Tom.

“Does that feel good, darling?”

“Yes daddy.”

Tom gets back on the bed and crawls to hover you. He leans down and starts kissing you, making sure to kiss alongside your jaw and neck. You start to feel the pressure in your stomach as Tom latches onto your neck sending shivers down your body. “Tom, I think I’m gonna cum,” you breathe.

“Cum for me Y/N,” he whispers. You wiggle under him, this orgasm being more intense than the first. “Be good,” Tom looks at you, watching your face twist as you let yourself release.

“Look at you, being so good for me.” Tom says once you’ve calmed down. He’s gently stroking your cheek, admiring how pretty you are.

Leaning on his elbow so his face is over yours Tom smirks, “you think you got one more left for daddy?” He says trailing his hand down your face and neck, stopping at your breasts. He takes one into his mouth and uses his hand to pinch your other nipple, twisting it, making you moan.

Tom snakes his hand down your torso until it reaches your dripping cunt. Your hips buck at the feeling of his warm hand on you, “mhmm,” you barely get out.

“Such a good girl,” Tom says as he moves to position himself at your entrance. His thick member sliding up and down your slit.

“T-Tom please, I need you in me.” You move your hands up to the back of his neck using him as leverage to pull yourself closer to him. As your forehead finds his he’s cocking his eyebrow looking at you, “you wanna beg for it like daddy’s little slut? Beg for it then darling.”

Inside you’re melting, while your pussy is throbbing just aching for attention. “Please Tom, just fuck me already! I want you so bad - PLEASE!” You cry out, still holding onto the back of his neck.

“Whatever you want baby girl,” Tom kisses you sweetly as butterflies form in your belly. You’re nervous now, it’s finally happening. You’re about to lose your virginity to the man that you love the most. You feel Tom start to line himself up with your dripping core but you stop him.

“WAIT!”

You let go of Tom and drop to the pillow beneath your head. Tom snaps out of his dominant state, his hand used to line himself up is now resting on your side. “What’s wrong, love? Do you want to stop? We don’t have to go any further,” he reassures you. He has that Tom Cruise puppy dog look on his face that makes your heart ache.

“N-no, I want this. But I’m scared… I’m sorry Tom.” You look at him with sorry eyes.

“Darling, you have nothing to be sorry for. I promise we will go at your pace and you can tap out at any time. Is that okay?”

“Yes, that’s perfect. Can you.. I don’t know.. maybe talk me through it?”

“Of course I can, love. Are you ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready Tom.”

“Okay baby,” he leans down and kisses your forehead. “I’m going to take good care of you, I promise.”

You lean up to kiss him, “I believe you.”

Tom lines himself up with your aching entrance, “I’m going to go really slow, tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”

You nod and grab ahold of his arm that’s been placed right next to your shoulder. Tom is pushing past your folds as you feel a burning sensation. You wince and squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to make a big deal about the pain.

Tom stops after noticing you’re in pain, “I’m so sorry baby, I know it hurts. I promise it will get better. I just have a little further, do you want to keep going?”

You nod, opening your eyes to look at him.

Tom pushes himself into you slowly, “are you doing okay Y/N?”

“Mhmm, how much more?” You ask, gripping both his arms that are now placed next to your head.

“Not much, want me to keep going?”

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

Little does he know that two word phrase turns you on so much, more than anything Tom has ever said to you. You’re putty in his hands right now.

“I’m bottoming out Y/N, this is as deep as I’ll be. Is that okay?” He asks as he takes on hand and strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“Mhmm, that feels good. Can we stay like this for a minute please?” You ask, hoping to God he’ll say yes.

“Of course sweetheart.”

Tom leans down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth and you release the grip on his arm to pull his hair. You never knew how sensitive your nipples were until tonight. You’ve had your fair share of nights with men but none of them have paid this much attention to your tits. Tom had to be a boob guy, based on the way he is constantly playing with them.

He pulls back, just admiring you for a couple seconds. “Such a pretty little girl,” he runs his fingers through your hair, before giving it a little pull. You gasp at the hair pull and Tom smirks.

“I’m going to start moving, tell me if I need to slow down or stop.”

“Okay,” you say as Tom releases your hair and brings his hand back next to your head.

“So good for daddy,” he says before slowly pulling himself back, and pressing back into you. He keeps a slow and steady pace for a while before asking, “are you okay sweetheart?”

“Yes, faster please,” you erupt. “Harder Tom - harder!”

Tom picks up the pace, slamming his hips into yours. Moving his hands to your hips with such a grip that you’re sure there’ll be bruises in the morning.

“O-oh Tom.. feels.. so… GOOD,” you scream.

“There’s my girl, screaming loud for daddy. Tell me how it feels darling, go on.”

“I think I’m gonna cum,” you can hardly get words out. “Oh fuck daddy.”

“That’s it, cum on daddy’s cock. Let go sweetheart, be good for daddy.” Tom moves one hand to your clit rubbing it in figure 8s.

You’re seeing stars, you arch your back allowing Tom to go deeper. Your breath hitches and you’re trying to tell Tom that you’re cumming but all that seems to come out is, “I-I- Tom I- FUCK!”

“I know darling, finish for me…” he coos so gently, while pounding your hips so harshly. “That’s my good girl, yes, that’s it baby.”

His fingers still on your clit moving in quick circles is causing you to lose your mind. Your orgasm has washed over you causing you to be a moaning mess for Tom. You feel Tom getting shaky and his thrusts crashing into you even harder just before he finishes inside of you, making a mess of both your fluids.

Tom pulls out slowly and lays down on his stomach, head in front of your center.

Still out of breath you manage to hike yourself onto your elbows to look down at Tom. “What are you doing?” You say puzzled.

“Watching you make a mess,” he looks up at you, “don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.” He smirks.

You’ve never had this happen before so you honestly have no clue what he means by anything that just came out of his mouth. But before you can ask another question, Tom is taking both hands and massaging your pussy. Watching your cum and his cum drip out of you, he takes both hands to spread your folds. Using his index fingers to swirl around your entrance as a means to spread the cum all over your core.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” he says quietly before placing his tongue at your entrance.

“Oh Tom,” you moan as you throw your head back. “I don’t think I can cum again.”

Tom pulls his head back and glances up at you, “you don’t have to darlin, I’m just cleaning you up. Is that okay?”

“Yes, it’s just a little sensitive.”

“I know it is, doll. Does it feel good though?”

He’s back at your entrance before you can get your words out. “Feels so… good. Oh fuck Tom.”

He continues to clean you up, making sure to pleasure you and praise you while doing it.

“Did so good for daddy.”

“So proud of you baby.”

“Pretty little cunt took daddy so well tonight, even for the first time.”

Tom finally comes back up from in between your legs and crawls to hover you. He leans down and kisses your forehead before laying next to you and pulling you on top of him. You cross your arms over his chest and rest your chin on them.

“How was that darling?” Tom asks, stroking your cheek with his warm hand.

“Better than I expected, thank you for that Tom.” You say, grinning at him.

“I’m glad, I will happily do it again anytime you’d like,” he smirks.

You chuckle and lean into his hand, “I will happily let you wreck me like that again.”

You both laugh and simply admire each other before talking about how the premiere went. Eventually you both get up and Tom gets you one of t-shirts he had packed. You slip it on, no bra or panties underneath. Tom takes one look at you and his eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head, “might need to go for round 2 sooner than I thought,” he grins at you.

You laugh, “you sure can keep up for someone your age.”

“Damn right I do,” he laughs, pulling you into his arms. You giggle as you rest your head against his chest and wrap your arms around his waist. You look up at him and say, “can we order room service, ice cream sounds great right now.”

Tom looks down and kisses you, “anything you want sweetheart.”

Tom ordered the most luxurious ice cream sundae you’ve ever seen and you eat it together sitting in bed. With only one spoon, Tom goes back and forth between feeding you and then giving himself a bite. After finishing the sundae, Tom puts everything away and slips in bed beside you. “Our first sleepover!” He exclaims, pulling you into him and giving you a big squeeze.

“Hopefully we have many more after this,” you say with your cheek pressed against his chest.

“Until you get tired of me,” he says before giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

“I will never get tired of you Tom, I love you too much for that.” You say, leaning up and giving him a gentle kiss on the side of his neck.

“I’ll love you forever, Y/N. Now close your eyes and go to bed. We’ve got a full week to ourselves and you need to rest after what I put you through tonight.” He says with a slight chuckle in his tone.

“Okay Tom, goodnight.”

“Goodnight dear,” he kisses the top of your head one more time before running his fingers through your hair until you fall asleep.

[stuckysdaughter]

Summer Days

Tom Cruise/Reader

Summary: A hot summer day at Tom's pool leads to some fun of a different kind.

Tagging: @youlightmeupfinn

Warnings: light smut, nothing too graphic

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Summer, 1993

It was a gorgeous day, sun bright and shining. You were spending the day at your friend Tom’s house to use his swimming pool. You would have spent the day there anyway, but it was nice to be able to cool off for a while.

At the current moment, you were laying on a pool chair, enjoying the sunshine, shades over your eyes. You hadn’t put on sunscreen yet, as you were wearing a t-shirt and shorts over your swimsuit, but you were about to when Tom walked out onto the deck. He too had sunglasses on, but he was considerably less clothed than you. Only in his shorts, he was a vision in the golden glow of the sun.

When his eyes finally landed on you, he wandered over your way. “What, not swimming?”

“I am, I just haven’t put on sunscreen yet. Do you mind helping me get my back?”

Blink and you miss it, but you could’ve sworn you saw his Adam’s apple bob. But maybe you were just imagining it.

“Uh, yeah, I can do that.”

“Perfect, thank you.”

You took that as your cue to take off your sunglasses, placing them on the small table next to you. Your shirt was next, coming over your head with ease, shorts not too far behind. All this to reveal your light blue two-piece bikini that made you feel really confident.

You might’ve been putting on a bit of a show for Tom, but he didn’t need to know that. Although you wouldn’t admit it outright, you’d had the biggest crush on him for a long time. As much as you loved being friends, you really wished it would be something more.

Your purse was down at the foot of the table, and you rummaged through it for the sunscreen. “Aha! Found it!”

Popping the cap, you passed the bottle over to Tom as you guided your hair over one shoulder. He squirted some onto his hands and rubbed them together. When you felt his hands meet your back, you had to hold back a moan. The coolness of the cream in contrast with the warmth of his hands felt heavenly.

You felt him move over your shoulders up to the back of your neck, massaging the skin as he rubbed everything in. Tom moved back down your spine, just barely grazing the top of your bikini bottoms. Once he finished rubbing it in there, he recapped the bottle and passed it back to you. Thanking him, you put it back in your purse and stood up.

"Shall we?"

He smiled, and you followed him over to the edge of the pool. You dived right in, reveling in how cool the water was in contrast to the heat. He followed suit, pushing his hair back as he resurfaced. You had to admit, he looked good like this. Not that he could ever know, of course. You both took a few minutes to just tread water, staring at each other. As if pulled in by a magnet, you both swam closer to each other until you were merely inches apart. Your breath caught in your throat. How was this going to play out?

He made the decision for you, as he pulled you into his arms. His eyes were still locked on you as one hand caressed your face. He leaned in and sealed the gap, pressing his lips to yours. You automatically reciprocated, moving in sync, arms wrapping around his neck. When you finally broke apart, he swam you both over to the edge of the pool. He hoisted you onto the ledge and climbed out. You pulled him back in again, allowing yourself to succumb to your emotions. As you kissed, he pressed you down onto the hard stone and hovered over top of you.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured.

"Me too." You felt a heat rising in your cheeks, suddenly bashful at your admission.

You both gently smiled, realizing what this meant for the both of you. Tom captured your lips in a kiss, but this was different than before. This was full of passion, fire. And you felt yourself needing more. He seemed to get the same idea as you, you could feel his erection pressing into your core. You bucked your hips up, and you heard him let out a groan. He started to unhook your top when you stopped him.

"Should we go inside? Can't the neighbors see us?"

"No one can see us here. I made sure it's private."

"Ok, then let's do this."

You lifted your top over your head, and you both sat up to take off your bottoms. You had to take a moment to take him in in all his naked glory. He was definitely an attractive man, and he's kept himself in good shape for his movies. When he finally turned back to you, you took the chance to take charge. You gently pushed on his chest, telling him to lay back. You crawled on top of him, and slowly sunk down on his cock. You moaned at how full you felt, needing to take a moment to be adjusted to his length. When you were ready, you started to bounce on his cock, pulling moans from both Tom and you.

"So good, Y/N. You feel so good."

He leaned up and kissed you, pleasure washing over you. He moved down to suck on your neck. You could feel your climax fast approaching, the coil in your stomach tightening.

"Tom, I'm gonna... gonna cum."

"Cum for me, sweetheart."

You rolled your hips a few more times until your orgasm finally overcame you. Tom flipped you over, bucking into you until his own release came. Even in your blissed out state, you were aware of the mix of your juices dripping down your thighs. Breathing heavily, Tom pulled out of you and flopped over next to you. You turned to face him, grinning widely. His grin matched yours, and he pulled you into his chest.

"So..."

"So?"

"So... shall we move this inside? I think we could use a shower."

He chuckled, eyes crinkling. "I like the way you think."

He quickly scooped you up, and carried you inside the house to continue the fun. Which would go on for several hours... thank god for swimming pools.

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Author's Notes: At last, the TC fic I promised. I got writer's block halfway through, but I finally finished. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, and comments are awesome. Requests are open, feel free to send something in. Love y'all! - Butterfly

[love2write2626]

I Wouldn’t Be Complete Without You

Summary: Tom and Reader have known each other since high school. Best friends... never anything more... even though in secret he always wished something happened between them. As Tom became more and more famous he was in need of an Assistant so who better than his best friend? 20 years later Tom is married... but separated from his wife Katie Holmes, Trying to fix his marriage, raise a child, and work is becoming a lot.

 Reader has known Tom since high school. Best friends never anything else... which is very hard for her, she’s been in love with him forever. Now, still best friends, hiding her love for him has become harder and harder over the years. She’s not an actress after all. Now, Tom needs her more than ever with everything going on in his life.

Read Chapter 2 HERE

Read Chapter 3 HERE

I Wouldn’t Be Complete Without You One-Shot Masterlist HERE

Here is chapter 1: Hope you Enjoy!!!

Chapter 1

Y/N’s P.O.V

“No! No. No. No” I said into the phone walking down the stairs, juggling folders, and my shoes which I still hadn’t had a chance to put on yet. “Jackson. No. You have been telling me for two weeks now, that the article is almost done.” I sighed “Jackson, listen” I groaned this man is being a pain in the ass and it’s much too early for this shit. I walked into the kitchen and saw Tom getting breakfast ready for him, and Suri. When he saw me, he gave me a bright smile.

“Morning” He said

“No. No. I’m tired of this, Jackson I need to have a rough draft of that article by noon today, or you will lose the right to print it at all.” I listened as he tried to babble some threat back to me “Jackson, the article was supposed to be printed a week after the interview, which was 2 months ago”

“Coffee?” Tom asked, I gave him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, and grabbed the cup walking around the kitchen

“Jackson, I’m done with your excuses noon today, or I will have the whole interview retracted and we will take it to literally any other magazine” I said and hung up the phone. I threw my phone on the counter and let out a groan

“Wow, He must of made you really mad Y/N” Suri said in an adorable voice and I giggled

“Don’t worry I’m not mad Suri”

“Nope, I’ve known Y/N for over 20 years… she’s not mad, you’ll know when she’s mad” Tom said with a chuckle, I threw a towel at him which he easily dodged and went back to making breakfast

“Ready for school?” I asked her, as I took another sip of my coffee

“Yup, I got to take lots, and lots of notes today there’s a math test on Friday and today is the test review”

“You’ll do great sweetheart” Tom said, he placed some eggs on her plate, and kissed the top of her head.

“Y/N?” she asked

“Yes?” I asked with a smile

“Will, you help me study for my test tonight” she said with a pouty face, that was very difficult to say no to.

“Sweetheart I would love to, but I have something to do tonight…” I looked at Tom and I didn’t miss the confusion that crossed his face before he went back to making breakfast for himself.

“Please, please… just a few minutes… you always help me study”

“Ok, fine… but only for a little while” she gave me a hug

“Thank you, thank you” she jumped up and started to run for the door

“Sweetie sit down, you haven’t finished breakfast”

“Dad I’m going to miss the bus” she said

“I was hoping I could take you to school today” he said

“Dad” she gave him a look, and I couldn’t help but giggle. She is only 8 years old, but she is a sassy girl… can’t even imagine what’s she’s going to be like as a teenager.

“Ok, I surrender go on” he said, she ran over and gave him a hug before running out the door. He turned back to the stove grabbed the pan and put some eggs on his plate. “I would offer you some, but I know how you hate eating breakfast” I rolled my eyes

“Someone is grumpy this morning” I said

“I just don’t like the idea of her riding the bus” he said

“Tom…”

“She’s only 8”

“Tom, she’s going to be ok. I know you have security following that bus”

“What?” he asked

“Tom, when are you going to learn I know all” I said with a smirk “I have access to your email, texts, phone calls, bank accounts… I see who you call, email, text, and pay… hell I know your social security number… could have stolen your identity years ago, and be living alone on an island” he rolled his eyes

“Very funny, you would miss me” he said

“No, you would miss me, you might be the extraordinary, bad ass actor/stunt man… but you wouldn’t be able to function day to day without me”

“Please” he said with a scoff

“Ok, what’s your social security number?” I asked with a smirk, he glared at me “I’ll try one easier what’s your phone number?” I continued to smirk as I took a sip of my coffee

“Ok, fine you win… jeez you are on a rampage this morning”

“Ok, save the dramatics for the screen Mr. Reacher” I said with a smile.

“That’s Jack Reacher” he said

“Ok, Jack Reacher get ready to go to work”

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I am sitting in Tom’s chair staring at my lap top going through email after email, making appointments, and working my way through Tom’s schedule when my phone dinged

Can’t wait to see you tonight.

I smiled when I read the message from David. I’ve been seeing David in secret for a few months now… and when I say secret I mean secret to Tom. I know if I told him I was seeing someone he will go into all protective mode. It always annoys the shit out of me.

“What’s got you smiling?” he asked, I looked up I didn’t even realize they cut

“Oh, this pathetic excuse of an article Jackson sent me” I said giggling

“So what are we doing tonight?”

“Huh?” I asked

“You said you couldn’t help Suri tonight because we had plans, I didn’t realize we did”

“No… I said I had plans”

“You have plans?” he asked

“Yeah, isn’t that strange? I have a life outside of you”

“So what are Your plans?” he asked

“My plans are none of your business” I said, he smirked

“I’ll figure out your plans”

“What?”

“By refusing to tell me, you have given me a challenge… I’ll figure it out”

“You’re an idiot, go back to set” he kissed my cheek

“I’ll figure it out” he said walking off, I bit my lip and gently touched where he kissed me… even though we kissed each other on the cheek very often it always made me want to blush whenever he kissed mine. I walked closer to the set, and watched Tom. He is an incredible actor, and no matter how hard I try I can’t help but fall in love with him over and over again. It might sound strange but I have loved him since I was 17, the moment I locked eyes with him… I was done for

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20 years ago

I am sitting reading my book for English class, as always I am drawn in by the beautiful literature before me. Shakespeare is my favorite author… so far, I know as I get older I will be exposed to more and more authors that are equally as good… maybe even better.

I am currently sitting outside on the bleachers away from everyone, not one you would call popular. I keep to myself that’s how I like it, since I live in a time where liking to read is known as a loser thing to do, I just accepted that fate and stay away from everyone.

“Excuse me” I looked up and locked eyes with Tom Cruise… he’s one of the popular boys in school. I looked around trying to figure out who he was talking to. This gorgeous man can’t be talking to the weirdo who likes to read, and wears glasses.

“Me?” I asked, and he chuckled

“Yeah, I mean there’s no one else here” he said, and I blushed “Y/N, right?” he asked

“Yeah… um that’s my name” I said hesitantly

“Well, we’re in the same English class, and I forgot to write down the assignment I was hoping you could tell me what it is”

“Oh, sure. One second” I put the book down, and reached for my bag to pull out my binder

“Romeo and Juliet?” he asked “Didn’t we read this one already?” he asked

“Um yeah… but the assignment is to pick one of the Shakespeare plays and write about it, and as clique as it is, this is my favorite… I think I’ve read it 10 times” I said, I blushed and reached for my binder again and he chuckled. Great now he’s going to start making fun of me.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid  art far more fair than she.” I looked at him expecting him to be looking at the book but to my surprise we was looking at me

“You know Romeo and Juliet?” I asked

“Yeah, we already read it” he said with a chuckle

“But you know it by memory” I said, he just smirked

“I may have read it a few times myself”

“You like to read?” I asked

“Why do you seem so shocked?” he asked confused

“Well… I mean… um… I’m just going to let you copy the assignment and not say anything else” I said

“Is it because I’m popular?” I shrugged my shoulders

“Well, yeah”

“Eh, it’s not all its cracked up to be… I’m not really sure how I got wrapped up with them. We really don’t have much in common”

“Well, you dating the cheer captain probably has something to do with it… and the fact you are ridiculously good looking”

“Really?” he said smirking

“Did I say that out loud?” I said, and he just kept smirking “Well, now that I just made a complete fool out of myself, I’m going to leave…” I ripped out the paper in my notebook with the assignment. “Take it, I don’t need it”

“Hey, hey… you don’t have to leave… I’m sorry for embarrassing you. It’s ok, many people tell me I’m good looking”

“Now you’re just being arrogant” I said

“Well, I think you’re very beautiful” he said, and I’m sure my heart stopped “I think your glasses are adorable, and your hair is really pretty” suddenly I got angry, this is got to be a joke. One of the popular guys coming over here to complement me?

“You’re just here to make fun of me aren’t you?” I stood up, to walk away but he grabbed my hand

“I’m not making fun of you” he said, but I couldn’t ignore the feeling running through my body as he held onto my hand “I’m not lying, I’m not an asshole”

“Why?” he laughed

“Why, do I think you’re pretty?”

“Why, are you here talking to me? I’m a nobody”

“Everybody is somebody… social status means nothing… and I like you, you seem really nice. You never give me the chance to talk to you, you always run out of class before I can reach you”

“I don’t understand why you want to get to know me”

“Because you don’t care about me”

“What?”

“You are the only person in the school who doesn’t run to my side and want to talk to me”

“So you’re making it your mission to talk to me?”

“Not a mission… I just want to talk to someone who likes things other than popularity” I looked at him confused “I like school, I love reading, history, and drama. I love it all. I want to talk to someone who also like learning things, my favorite thing to do it learn new things” I opened my mouth to speak, when Jessica appeared

“Tom” she said in her annoying voice “Tom, why are you here, you’re supposed to walk me to practice” she said

“I was just talking to Y/N… we were talking about Romeo and Juliet” she looked at me with disgust

“You sit with my boyfriend for 2 minutes, and you already infected him with your nerdiness” she said with disgust “Tom, let’s go before she turns you into a complete nerd” she said giggling

“Hey, don’t talk to her like that”

“What?” she asked him

“You can’t talk to her like that”

“Why not? She’s a loser”

“No, she’s a person like everyone else… and no one deserves to be spoken to like that”

“Tom, let’s go”

“No, I’m going to stay here and talk to my friend, you can take yourself to cheer practice”

“Tom, if you don’t walk me to cheer practice then we are done” she said

“Ok, fine” he said standing up, I sighed he was doing so well then she threatened him with a break up and he followed her. I watched as she leaned in to kiss him, but he stepped back. “Ok, fine I’m breaking up with you.”

“You’re breaking up with me, because of this loser?” she asked

“No, I’m breaking up with you, because I’m tired of you being so controlling, being a bitch to everyone… oh, you having sex with the quarter back in the locker room”

“That only happened one time” she said, wow she wasn’t even going to deny it

“I know for a fact it happened 4 times” she looked shocked “So, goodbye” he said

“You’re going to regret this Tom, no one breaks up with me” she stormed off, and he walked back over to me and sat down.

“Are you ok?” I asked

“Yeah, I honestly feel free” he said with a smile

“So, what do you say… you wanna be my friend? I know for a fact she’s going to turn the whole school against me… I need someone on my side” he said with a chuckle. I smiled

“Sure”

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I looked at myself in the mirror, putting the finishing touches on my makeup getting ready for my date.

“So I guess you going to the spa is not your plans for the night” I jumped

“Tom, you can’t just walk in here” I said

“It’s my house” he said

“Yeah, but this is my room. Which I pay you rent for” he rolled his eyes

“Please, that money you give me every month goes into your next paycheck… I would never let you pay me to live here” I groaned

“What, do you want?”

“Where are you going?” he asked, I pushed past him and went downstairs to get my purse

“Tom, you don’t need to know everything I do” I said as he followed behind me

“I don’t need to know, but as your best friend I want to know” I sighed he is never going to give this up

“I’m going on a date” he gave me a blank stare, after a few seconds he finally said “anyone I know?”

“No.”

“How, did you meet?”

“Through a friend” I said

“What’s his name?”

“David”

“David…”

“You don’t get his last name, because I know you’re going to do a back ground check and tell me all the reasons I can’t date him” he looked shocked

“No, I…”

“Tom, you’ve done that for every guy I have ever dated. Trust me, we’ve been seeing each other for a few months… he’s a nice guy” I said with a smile

“I just worry about you, You and Suri are the most important people in my life. If anything happened to you…”

“Tom, I’m going to be fine… now go help Suri study. I’ll see you later” I said walking out the door.

“Wait” I turned around

“He’s um… he’s a lucky guy, you look beautiful” he said. I walked over and kissed his cheek

“Thank you for not being over bearing about this” I said

“Go have fun” he said with a fake smile.  as I reached the door, I heard “Just be careful, and be sure he treats you with the respect you deserve”

“I will” I turned around to look at him, but he was already headed up the stairs. David a really nice guy, and I really like him… but why am I so heart broken? When will I stop loving Tom?

So what did you think? 

Next Chapter will talk more about Tom’s upcoming divorce.

@luckyladycreator2 @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @blue-aconite @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @peaches-1999 @callsign-blue @dempy @roostersforevergirl @allivingstone01 @harper1666 

[lovesickmermaid]

Dream A Little Dream of Me

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME || Tom Cruise 18+

Pairing: Tom Cruise x Reader

Summary: You wake up from a bad dream to find your husband, Tom Cruise, there to calm you down and kiss every fear away.

My first try at fanfic. This is a quick story I thought of and wrote in about an hour. I tried keeping a little bit of sexual tension. Hopefully you like it :)

“Y/N!” you jumped up in bed to Tom shouting your name and shaking your arm violently. 

“WH-WHAT?!” you yelled back, breathing heavily and trying frantically to distinguish the difference between a pillow and your husband through the darkness.

“I think you were having a bad dream, sweetheart”, he said softly, pulling you closer until your chests were resting against each other. You could feel your breathing start to slow as the warmth between you wrapped around you like a blanket of calm. That’s what you loved most about him. You were the crazy to his blanket of calm.

“I’m- I’m sorry I woke you…” you said softly.

“Don’t be sorry”, Tom replied, leaning in to press his lips against your wet forehead. “It must have been some dream”, he laughed to himself as he wiped the sweat from his lips. 

“I don’t even remember exactly what happened. All I know is you were test flying a fighter jet, but you lost control, and I was screaming your name, but you couldn’t hear me. You woke me up just as you were crashing into the ocean…” you caught the lump of sadness in your throat so that you wouldn’t have an absolute breakdown right there. It was only a dream you told yourself, swallowing the tears. 

“Come here, darling”, Tom pulled you even closer than you ever thought was humanly possible. His breath brushing the small wisps of your hair that tickled your forehead. “I’m fine and I’m right here. I’m always right here.” His hands moved under your night shirt to the small of your back where he made light strokes up and down with his fingers. 

You felt a tear trickle down your cheek and watched as it landed on his bare chest. You kissed the spot on his chest that your tear had fallen to and felt Tom’s legs move in your direction as they intertwined with yours. 

He removed his hand from your back and pulled your chin upwards so that your eyes met with his pools of green. “What can I do to make you feel better, Y/N?”, he asked. 

“Well… I can think of…” you took a minute to strategize your next move, “2 things”.

Tom laughed lightly into your mouth as he leaned in to steal a quick taste of your lips. 

“How about I just take a guess?” he replied cheekily. Even if he was wrong with his assumption, you didn’t care what happened next. Just him being there was enough to make all the fear go away.

“Ok, take a stab at it, Cruise”. He rolled his eyes at your response and swiftly grabbed your legs, pulling you on top of him. You straddled his hips as both of his hands crept under your night shirt and pulled it off in one quick motion. He pressed his hands down to pin your bare chest against his and you felt yourself melt into him. Running your hands through his hair, you leaned down to kiss him and were immediately met with his tongue gliding across yours. “How’d I do?”, he asked, smiling and not once moving his gaze from your lips, obviously wanting to dive back in for more. “I was gonna suggest we dance in our underwear until I felt better, but this will do”, you replied with a smile and a hurried kiss on his lips, making sure not to give him a second to change his mind.

Before you knew it, you were both pushing each other’s underwear down. You felt him pushing into you from underneath. He wanted so badly to take away your fears. While you pulled his hair and softly moaned into his kiss, Tom took your entire body into his hands. Touching you in places that haven’t been touched in the longest time. Keeping him inside of you, you rolled over, his body hovering over you with each of his arms on either side of your head. He pressed himself down on top of you, kissing you deeply until he finished. You moved your hands up his back as he fell on the bed next to you and brushed through your hair with his hand. Looking at you with a smile you turned to lay close to him. With your head in the crook of his neck, you heard him whisper before you both drifted off to sleep, “sweet dreams, my love”.

[landosgirl97]

Ok my obsession with Tom Cruise is getting out of hand 😅

(I don’t agree on the whole religion thing with him but… he’s nice to look at)

[lieutenantfloyd]

AU — being an Formula 1 driver & dating Tom Cruise <3

[ilovetopgunsstuff]

is it casual now?

prompt: the mission is only in a few weeks now, and you and bradley have only gotten closer. however, a heated argument erupts between the two of you. what is bradley masking, and what does it reveal?

warnings: lots of angst, mention of age gap, emotional roller coaster really

a/n: it’s a long one. again i love feedback. this is a sequel to night shift, which can be read as a stand alone or a two part series

“I just don’t want you going.” He raised his voice as he refused to look you in the eye.

“How could you say that? After all the work I put in? that we’ve both put in?” Your voice wavered with the raising of his voice. Where could this be coming from?

- - -

He had gotten cold all of a sudden, one night laying in his bed together. You had been talking about nothing in particular, and the subject of the upcoming mission had been brought up. Laying on his chest, you felt him tense, as if he was made of stone. You had picked your head up, feeling this change, and furrowed your eyebrows. He was no longer looking at you like he usually did, but looked sort of through you.

“I need to shower,” he had said. As of a few weeks ago, he always brought you along with him. Tonight, he brushed past you, sort of gently shoving you away from him, hinting that this time, you genuinely weren’t invited. So you sat, alone, staring at the ceiling thinking. What did you do wrong? Was he just tired? Uncomfortable? Your heart quickened in pace and your nerves heightened.

He came back out, later than normal, and you were still awake. You sat up,

looking at him, studying him, trying to read him.

“You need to sleep.” He rifled around in his drawer for pajama bottoms. Still, no eye contact was made. He found them, and pulled them up over his boxers, wearing no shirt. What was his problem?

“Did I do something?” You said it so quietly and unsure that it was almost a whisper.

“…No, what do you mean?” He asked it less as a question and more as a statement, robotic. As if it was a prerecorded response. He began to walk out of the room, you assumed towards the kitchen.

You stood, unable to even fathom what was happening. This didn’t help your stress whatsoever.

“Bradley.” It sounded so pathetic, needy and confused. You followed him down the hallway, eventually getting in front of him. He was forced to stop.

“Hm?” Eyes on the ground.

“You won’t even… look at me.” Your brows were furrowed in confusion. What did you do? He sighed.

“Do you want me to fucking look at you?” His voice was so cold it sounded unfamiliar. So much so that your breath hitched. He finally did look at you, but there was nothing affectionate in his eyes. If anything it was exasperated.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, a tug in your chest.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you whispered, since you were so close to him.

He didn’t answer. He just threw his arms up and rubbed his eyes in frustration.

You masked your pain and confusion with anger. “You were fine the whole night and all of a sudden you’re being a dick? We started talking about the mission and now you wanna go mute again-”

“You shouldn’t even be going on that fucking mission.”

Silence.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You sort of squeaked it out in the silence. Your voice was soft, calmer than you felt. Why would he say that?

“I just don’t want you going.” He raised his voice as he refused to look you in the eye.

“How could you say that? After all the work I put in? that we’ve both put in?” Your voice wavered with the raising of his voice. Where could this be coming from? “What, you think I’m not good enough?”

“You’re too young for this shit. I should’ve known...” He looks like he wants to say more, but he just scoffs and looks away.

“Should’ve known?” You were so taken aback by his words. Should’ve known what? About you?

“Yeah I should’ve.” He spoke so sharply. He looked at you through his brows. You tried to look strong, but he was so much taller than you, and you were sure you felt your lip quiver. He licked his lips and his eyes flicked away. They would almost look regretful if he didn’t look back at you with the same guarded expression.

“So you regret this? This was all just casual to you?”

He didn’t answer. He just looked on.

You scoffed, and brushed past him. You grabbed what clothes you could, and tried to breathe to keep from crying in front of him. He followed you into the room.

“What the fuck are you doing, y/n?” he asked, his voice tugged at strings in your chest.

“Going home.” Your voice cracked. You took off his sweatshirt that you wore and threw it at him. He caught it against his chest. You grabbed your purse, made sure you had your keys, wallet, and phone.

“Y/n.”

You pushed past him, making your way down the hall to his door.

“Y/n, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Trust me, I know. It’s usually the only time you acknowledge me for something.”

You don’t know if he had any expression on his face. You just opened the door and closed it behind you. You walked to your car, and felt like you couldn’t breathe.

The drive home was a silent one, with quiet sobs, and small, quiet breaths. When you got home, your own house looked bland. You were so stupid, you knew this wouldn’t end well. You were so young and naive, and look what happened.

You fell asleep sometime around two.

- - -

Training next morning was miserable. You were too fast on the course, fucking it up for everyone else on the team. Bradley said nothing to you except for a stiff, “Morning,” since everyone was watching you two. Phoenix tried to ask you what was wrong; you were usually the most precise one on the course, and the only one that had made it to the target on time. You just told her you didn’t get much sleep.

After work, you got home and melted into the couch. You had turned on some random show, and you stared blankly at it for hours. A ring of your phone snapped you out of your dazed state. You almost hoped it was a certain someone, even after everything. It wasn’t.

“Hey, Phoenix.”

“We’re going out tonight, and I’m gonna get you laid!” her voice was so cheerful on the other line.

“I’m not-“

“I will not take no as an answer. Dress in as little as possible! We’ll pick you up.”

She hung up, and you forgot about her words too quick to wonder who “we” was, and if it was the exact person you hoped to avoid.

So you would go. You would put powder over your baggy eyes and mascara over damp lashes, because you had to be okay.

- - -

Rooster POV

Fuck. I’m so fucking stupid. I let myself act like that to her because I think everyone in the navy is gonna turn up like my dad. Now I lost her because I’m a dick who doesn’t know how to say his fucking feelings. The only person around I actually care for I fucked over.

I just don’t want her going on the mission. I’d rather her hate me forever and not go on it than to really lose her. And she does hate me. I know now. I saw it in her anger, heard it in her words. But of course I didn’t accomplish anything. I just hurt her.

Phoenix wants me to drive herself, Hangman, and Bob to the Hard Deck. I don’t feel like it, but fuck it. I need a drink.

- - -

A text dinged on your phone from Phoenix. “We’re here.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t look how you felt. You would let Phoenix believe she was helping. She’d introduce you to some shitty guy who’d mansplain the navy to you, and you wouldn’t end up going home with him and make up some excuse. God, you needed a drink.

You touched up your appearance in the mirror. Your makeup was flawless, and your hair was straightened out long. You donned a tight black dress, with long sleeves, and it was a little short for your liking. You grabbed your purse and sighed. Here goes nothing.

It was when you stepped outside that you realized who the “we” was in the text. Outside your light blue house sat a shiny Ford Bronco. You almost tripped over your feet. You had to pretend like everything was fine.

Phoenix catcalled you out the window. You reached the car and opened the door. It was crammed. You ended up sitting four people in a three person row. As you started driving, you looked up at the rear view mirror, seeing Bradley, driving with his eyes forward. His face was freshly shaved, except for the mustache. Of course he looked good. Of course he felt fine. Of course you were already miserable.

The drive to the Hard Deck felt like the longest drive in the world. After you parked, everyone was giddy, and whooping and cheering. You were left behind them, walking slowly. You had a buddy, though. Just the man you didn’t want to see.

He twirled his keys on his finger, the jingle of them the only sound between you two. You glanced sideways too look at him. His eyes looked forward, a solemn expression. Thank god you were almost to the door. Coyote met you there.

“Woooooo you guys are here, finally!” Coyote has obviously already had something to drink as he was waiting for your car to arrive. He threw his arm around Rooster and disappeared into the busy evelin crowd with him. You pushed through the crowd alone to the bar, where Phoenix already had a shot waiting for you. Based on your misery, it would be the first of many. You felt a tap on your shoulder next to you, and turned around, thinking it was someone from the team.

“I hope a guy didn’t buy that for you,” a guy said. He had jet black hair and blue eyes, and by the looks of him was obviously in the Navy. You rolled your eyes.

“What if one did?”

“Then I have some bad news for him.” He introduced himself after that, some name you wouldn’t remember. He talked your ear off about nothing in particular, how great he was, how tough he was, the works. You tuned him out and traced your finger absentmindedly on the varnished wood bar. If you were going to put up with this, you were gonna need another drink. You glanced around the room, looking for anyone, preferably Phoenix, to save you from this situation. Then you saw it.

There he was, against the wall next to the music box, and he wasn’t alone. Next to him stood one of the prettiest girls you had probably ever seen. She was blonde, and shorter than you. She had a perfect body, and perfect makeup. She looked nothing like you. They spoke and laughed. She touched his arm and whispered something to him. He smirked at whatever she said and whispered something back. Suddenly you felt like throwing up. Your dress felt wrong on your body, your makeup felt like too much, your hair felt frizzy. Your face went stark white, you were sure.

You were so frozen by the sight that whatever man was standing next to you actually paused his talking. You had to get out of here. You needed air or you would hyperventilate.

“Excuse me,” you squeaked. You felt dizzy. You pushed your way to the door to the back deck. It was so crowded and you wished you could go home. You passed Phoenix on your way out.

“Hey!…Are you okay? You look so pale.” She furrowed her brows at the sight of you. She put her hand on your arm.

“I- I need air. I’m going outside.”

“Oh…okay.”

Finally, you reached the doors. You walked out onto the back deck to watch the waves. You just wanted to go home, but you had no ride, and nobody to tell what was really going on. Did he really move on that fast? Did he even have to move on at all? Maybe he didn’t even see you as that much. She was so pretty it hurt. You found yourself tearing up again. You titled your head upward and tried to think about something else. You couldn’t act upset. The doors opened behind you, and the sound of the crowd spilled out. You heard a giggle behind you. You turned. You really couldn’t catch a break. You and Rooster locked eyes, and surprise show in them.

“Oh, sorry,” the blonde giggled. “We didn’t think anyone was out here.”

You said nothing, just stared at them blankly. Rooster dragged her back inside, his smiley mood that he had with her earlier gone. He didn’t break eye contact before he turned around. You couldn’t read his expression. Smugness? Apologetic? Bored?

It didn’t matter. He found himself something new to keep in his sheets like he did you. What an idiot you were for thinking you were more. You sat blankly staring at the shoreline. That was your last straw. You were leaving, and you didn’t care how much an Uber would cost to get you out of here.

You went inside to go tell Phoenix you were going home.

- - -

Rooster POV

I had to get my mind off her. She looked so good in that dress, but her eyes were so blank and miserable. I caused it, and I don’t know what to do. I walked into the bar and met some girl. I needed a distraction. She was some ditsy girl from up the coast, but she’d do. Her freckles, in the light of the bar, almost looked like the one’s Y/n had. Almost. It was a mistake. I tried to take her outside, but there she was. I’m such a dick. Y/n didn’t look well. She was pale and exhausted. The blonde dragged me back inside somewhere, but I couldn’t stop thinking of her.

I was dragged into one of the hallways of the bar, and whatever girl I was with pulled me into the shadows. She kissed me, and I hate to say I kissed her back. I wanted to pretend.

“Y/n,” I whispered in between kisses.

It abruptly stopped as I realized what I’d said.

“…who is Y/n?” The girl backed up.

“Shit.”

I think she got the idea, because she was gone pretty soon after that. I was alone again now. I didn’t feel like doing anything except running to her, to Y/n. I couldn’t, though, all because of me. Now she thinks I don’t care, that I don’t respect her. I’m not used to sleeping alone. The dreams were bad last night, and I woke up alone. I fucked up, bad.

- - -

You didn’t even make it inside before someone grabbed your arm. You turned and it was the guy from earlier. You were the only people on the deck outside. It was dark, with lighting steaming onto it from the glass doors of the bar. Other than that, though, it was a dark patio of wood floors and picnic tables.

“We didn’t finish our conversation from earlier.” He said. His face was hard to make out in the darkness. The sentence sounded less like a request to keep talking and more of a demand.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I, uh, was just about to leave.” You really just wanted to call your Uber and go home. You had been on the verge of tears all day, now more than ever.

“Oh come on, stay a while.” His grip hadn’t left your arm. If anything, it tightened. You tried to step back, but you hit the rail of the deck. He was drunk. You could smell it on his breath. Your heart rate picked up slightly. No one was out here, and he wouldn’t let you go.

“No, I think I should really get going. Please, just- I need to go home.” The last part sounded like you were begging, but you were scared.

He chuckled, and stepped closer. You were leaned back as far over the rail as possible. “We haven’t even had any fun yet-“

“I think she fucking asked you to leave her alone.” You had no idea where he came from, but Rooster basically appeared behind him.

The guy hardly gave him a glance. “I don’t think this concerns you,” he said. “Does it baby?” The question made your stomach flip.

In a split second, the man was pulled off of you, and snatched by Bradley face to face. “Did I fucking stutter? I swear to God if I ever see you here again-“ He looked stern, and so much bigger compared to the guy in front of him. His jaw is clenched, all his muscles taut, seen through his white t-shirt. He looked like he could lose control in a split second, just waiting for this guy to make the wrong move.

“Okay man, fine I’m sorry!” And just like that, the guy was gone.

You didn’t really know how to feel. You just sat there and stared at Bradley in front of you. He was actually looking at you this time. Your arm tingled where the guy held you so tight.

You wanted him, but you hated him. You hated him for making you feel so bad about yourself. You hated him for everything, but the only person you want to run to is him.

“Are you uh-“ He was probably about to ask if you were alright. You couldn’t speak to him. He did so much to you but you didn’t trust yourself. You could just fall back in. All the emotion from the past few days welled up in your head.

“It’s fine. I’m going home.” You were short with him, looking down at the ground to keep from making eye contact. It hurt so bad to look at him, knowing he’s not really yours, no matter how bad you want him.

“How are you getting home?”

“Uber.”

“That’s not safe during this time of night. Please just let me take you home.”

“Please don’t do this to me Bradley,”Your voice was so cold, but it still sounded like you were begging him for something. It had to be, because if not, you’d just break down into tears.

“Do what?” He just looked at you.

“Act like you care. You didn’t last night. Just let me go home. Please.” On the last word, your voice cracked. Shit.

“Do you think I don’t care?” He mumbled, and took a step closer to you.

“I know you don’t, Bradley! You don’t take someone you care about home night after night to sleep with them and then ignore them all of a sudden. Then you blow up on me for no reason at all, and the day after you do start hanging out with some random bitch at the bar? You were probably planning to do with her exactly what you did with me, because you think I’m disposable. You think that after everything, you can just throw me out when you’re done with me. And you did.” So much for not crying, cause now, there were tears streaming down your cheeks. You weren’t even yelling at him, you couldn’t. You were talking with your hands, and on the last sentence you pointed your finger into his chest as you looked up at him. You were spouting out everything you felt to him, and you regretted it as soon as it came out of your mouth. It must have been the shots talking. “So- so don’t act worried now. I don’t-”

“Jesus Christ. Everything I do is because I’m worried! Can’t you see that? I don’t keep girls around a lot. Ever. But I kept you around. It’s not casual, Y/n. It’s scary. I care for very few people. The navy took one of them from me. It makes my chest hurt to think that could possibly happen to you, too. And you can hate me. I’m willing to be the worst guy in the world if it means you’re safe. I mean it. And I know I’m an idiot. I don’t give a fuck about that girl, I don’t even know her name. I thought it would make me stop thinking about you so fucking much. It didn’t. It’s every hour of every day, and it’s torture. I need you. All the time, every day I want you near me, Y/n.“ He didn’t realize everything he said until he stopped saying it. His hair wasn’t as neat as it usually was. He was talking with so much emotion; it was the most passionate you’d ever seen him. And all his words made you do was cry. You didn’t know exactly what you felt. Happiness, relief, longing? At some point during his talking he’d grabbed your arm so you’d know how much he meant this. He held you so gently, but with so much desperation. You just looked up at him. You couldn’t speak, you just listened to him. “I- I… Fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t-“

You stumbled into his arms and cried. Again, you weren’t sure why. His embrace wrapped fully around you. It was the most secure you’d ever felt. He looked down at you as he rested his chin on the top you your head. His pulse was fast in his chest, you heard it.

“I know. I’m so sorry,” He whispered to you, and only you. You looked up at him, you were sure your makeup was fucked up in some way.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled. He cupped your face with both of his hands and pulled you into him. His soft lips brushed yours and he kissed you with so much passion, but so careful. Your stomach turned as you stood on your toes to get more of him. You never wanted it to stop. You never wanted him to stop, and you hoped he never would.

When you finally pulled away, Bradley smiled at you. “I can’t walk back through the bar looking like this,” You giggled.

He laughed, and looked down at the wood deck. Was he blushing? “We can go around the side to my car. You still gonna refuse that ride or..?”

You swatted him with your hand. “What about the others? How will they get a ride home?”

“They can Uber.”

You feigned shock. “At this time of night? Soooo dangerous.”

He licked his lips and rolled his eyes trying to look annoyed at you, but the smile on his face was evident. “Come on,” he tugged you by your hand around the building to the parking lot, and threw his arm around you as you walked.

“So uh, my house or yours?” you asked shyly.

“Hmm, I could use a change of scenery.”

“It’s decided then.”

So you guessed it wasn’t casual anymore.

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Tailspin | Chapter 18

Maverick x F!Reader

FINAL CHAPTER!! Thank you to everyone who's been following this story! Please let me know if you've enjoyed the ride. AND stay tuned for a sequel set in the TGM era :D It will be Rooster x OC, Maverick x Amelia (OC).

Summary: The year is 1986. The air is heavy with the smell of burnt kerosene and sweat. And the San Diego sun is hot, but the fighter jocks are hotter.

Maverick swears he’s been here before. Falling, spinning, losing control. Only this time he’s not in the cockpit. This time, he’s with you.

And all you want to do is live a little.

CW: swearing, love triangle, angst, elements of infidelity, sad Ice

Start from the beginning: Chapter 1

You stand at the gate, anxiously waiting as several government officials walk in and out of the doors behind which Maverick is being processed before being released with a warning, according to his commander, Viper, who has arrived to personally escort him back to base.

You're gripping the handrail just to have something to hold onto because otherwise you'd still be pacing back and forth, like you have been for the past two hours. Finally, the doors slide open and Maverick walks out with Viper at his back, a sheepish smile spreading on his face when he sees you.

Maverick glances over his shoulder at Viper, who nods at him. Maverick looks back at you, his pace quickening as he makes his way through the winding dividers toward you. Once past the posts, he starts hopping over the roped barriers at a run. You chuckle, shaking your head but simultaneously admiring his agility.

He jumps over the last rope and you throw your arms around his neck as he lifts you off the ground, smiling at you while you bring your head down to his. You slide your hands through his hair and over his face, your lips locking on his as he slowly lowers you back to the ground.

You feel his hands glide unhurriedly up your hips, lingering for a few moments on your waist as his fingers dig into you to pull you closer.

"Hey," he mutters against your lips. "Fancy seeing you here."

You start laughing, breaking away from the kiss to look up at him, but he leans forward, catching your bottom lip between his teeth.

"Not yet," he whispers, drawing you back in.

You smile, feeling his mouth move along your jaw when you do. "You're crazy, you know that?" you say softly.

"Mm-hm," he responds, his arms snaking around you again, bringing you into his chest.

You tuck your head under his chin and he lowers his face to kiss the top of your head. You wrap your arms around him.

For a few moments, you rock back and forth, holding onto one another. Then, Maverick mutters quietly into your hair, "Where were you going?"

You take a small breath, resting your lips along the curve of where his neck meets his shoulder, and kiss the skin under the green collar of his flight suit before pulling away. He watches you withdraw with a hurt look on his face but doesn't stop you this time. "I took a leave of absence from school," you say.

He nods. "I heard."

You let out a sigh at the sight of his wounded expression. "I needed to go somewhere neither of you would find me."

"Why?"

"So you could concentrate on what's important. Your career. Your professional relationships. If I'd have gone back to Berkeley, both of you would be on my doorstep in half a minute."

Maverick bites his lip as his mouth curves upward. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just here to see Mötley Crüe play the Whiskey."

You chuckle. "It wasn't going to be forever. I was planning on coming back in a few months. After you and Tom have moved on and forgotten about me."

Maverick raises his eyebrows. "You think I would've forgotten about you in a few months?"

You meet his gaze. "I don't know," you say.

He furrows his brows and takes a step toward you. "Don't you?" He reaches forward to take your hand.

Your eyes slide over to Viper, who's standing near the gate, watching the two of you with an unreadable expression. "How much trouble are you in?" you ask.

Maverick squints up as if he's deciding how much to tell you. "Could've been worse," he finally says.

You nod. "You think? You were hurtling a machine armed with thousands of pounds of artillery at an airport."

He purses his lips nonchalantly. "Plane wasn't loaded with air-to-ground ordnance."

"You're lucky you're alive."

He watches you levelly. "Ice saved my life," he says.

You lower your gaze. "Viper told me," you respond.

Maverick's hand squeezes yours gently and you look back up. "Please don't go," he whispers. His green eyes search yours, trying to read you – or trying to sway you.

But you've made up your mind. "It's not like I can come back, Maverick," you say.

He hangs his head, nodding, his eyebrows knotted. He glances up after a few moments, sighing and wiping his eyes with his palm. Then, he sets his jaw and breathes out through his nose. "I'm not leaving without you," he says resolutely.

"Maverick, how do you see this playing out? Tom will" –

"Tom won't," he says forcefully. "Trust me, I can handle Tom."

"I don't want you to handle anybody. It's just not going to work."

Maverick looks over your shoulder with a solemn expression. "Ice helped me get to you," he says. "Do you think he would do that if he still had an issue with this?"

"I think he helped you because he didn't want you dead. I don't think it means he's okay with you and me."

Maverick watches you wistfully. He takes a step forward, his eyes holding your gaze. "Say that again," he says.

You blink at him in confusion. "Say what again?"

He leans his head on yours and whispers, "You and me." He closes his eyes. "Me and you. That's all I want. Please."

You release a shaky sigh, letting your eyes fall shut as his breath washes over your face. You sense your will dissolve in the space between your lips and his. Faintly, as his mouth sweeps over yours, you recall him boasting about his powers of persuasion, and you smile softly. "Okay," you say, and then he kisses you before you can change your mind.

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That evening, you and Maverick walk into the bar after you spend nearly four hours at the hangar while Jester and Viper dig into Maverick for his unprecedented behavior. Before you even have an opportunity to glance around at the tables, you hear your name being hollered over the hum of conversation. You look in the direction of the sound and see Goose standing up at his table, waving you down with both arms.

You grin, shaking you head. You know that he and Carole had a hand in helping Maverick locate you before it was too late and, while you're grateful, you're also not entirely surprised. Goose has had your back from the start.

To Goose's left sits Slider, his face obscured by a pint of beer. And across from Slider is Tom's blond head. He turns to look over his shoulder and his eyes meet yours across the room. You waver, unsure how to approach the situation.

Maverick places a hand on your back, ushering you forward. He brings his head down to your ear to say, "He had every opportunity to kill me and didn't."

"Maybe he was waiting until I was around to witness it," you say dryly.

Maverick chuckles as the two of you approach the table.

"Boy, am I glad to see you guys," Goose says with relief. He looks up at Maverick. "How bad was it?"

Maverick makes a face. "I'll tell you about it later," he says.

Tom chuckles at this and you eye him warily as he clenches his fist. He's observing Slider set down his beer, and then he knocks his knuckles on the table. "Pay up, Slider," he says.

Goose starts chortling. "That's right, Slider." He lays his hand flat on the table with his palm up.

Slider lets out a heavy sigh and reaches into his back pocket.

Your gaze shifts between Tom and Goose and Slider, as the latter drops a fifty in each of their hands. You furrow your eyebrows. "What is happening?"

"Oh," Goose waves a hand casually. "We had a wager going."

Maverick grins. "About?" he asks.

Tom lifts his eyes to look at Maverick. "What do you think?"

"Ice and I were sure you'd convince Amelia to come back," Goose says. "Slider didn't think you could do it."

Maverick brings a fist to his chest. "You wound me, Slider," he says.

"I didn't think you'd make it in time," Slider grumbles.

You watch Tom carefully as he chuckles to himself. "That's because you didn't see him before he left," he says.

"What do you mean?" you ask.

Tom glances up at you and then eyes Maverick knowingly. "You could just tell that he'd find you. He wouldn't have come back until he did."

"Easiest fifty I ever made, that's for sure," Goose says, grinning.

Maverick pulls up two chairs for you and him and you lower yourself into one of them uncertainly, still watching Tom cautiously. Instead of sitting beside you, Maverick stoops down and puts a hand on your shoulder, bringing his face to yours.

He's smirking mischievously at you. "So, how 'bout it?" he says. "You going to let me buy you that drink, or what?"

You smile at him nervously, painfully aware of Tom's gaze burning a hole in your temple. "Sure," you say quietly.

Maverick straightens his back and Tom pipes in. "She'll take a Long Island Iced Tea," he says.

You look over at him sharply while Maverick just laughs, clapping Tom on the back. "Something tells me this won't be the last time I'll be needing your counsel, Kazansky."

Tom rolls his eyes. "Something tells me you already have the upper hand, Maverick," he says flatly.

Maverick squeezes Tom's shoulder and, after a few seconds of deliberation, he says, "I appreciate what you did for me, Ice," he says.

Tom watches his drink impassively, as if the sincerity of Maverick's gratitude is making him uncomfortable.

"I know that it cost you the trophy," Maverick continues.

Tom glances up at you pointedly, as if you were the trophy in question. You swallow awkwardly, lowering your gaze. Of course, every one of the pilots at the table forfeited their chance at the Top Gun trophy when they made the decision to go along with Maverick's outrageous stunt. Tom lets out a sigh and looks up at Maverick with a grimace. "There are more important things in life," he responds.

Maverick nods, holding out his hand. Tom cringes at it but extends his own hand anyway, giving Maverick a handshake in the spirit of camaraderie. Maverick flashes a quick smile in your direction and then walks away from the table while Tom's gaze gradually settles on you.

"Tom," you start, but he holds up a hand.

He takes a swig of beer and sucks in his cheeks. "Who was I kidding, Amelia?" he says. "The moment the two of you met, nobody else stood a chance." He shrugs. "It was instantaneous, and it wasn't your fault. And it wasn't his fault. It was fate."

You stare at him. "I don't know what to say," you utter.

He sighs. "It doesn't happen too often – that immediate, intense connection."

Goose nods. "You guys just clicked." He snaps his fingers. "Sorry, Ice," he adds, eyeing Tom warily.

Tom shakes his head. "Who am I to stand in the way of true love?"

"How drunk are you?" you ask, and the three of them start laughing heartily. Their levity eases your nerves, and you realize that they're probably just happy to have their friend back alive and well.

Maverick returns to the table with your drink, looking around curiously. "What's so funny?" he asks, sitting down beside you.

"Your girlfriend," Tom says.

Maverick glances over at you with a smirk and rests his arm on the back on your chair. You feel his fingers glide over your shoulder blade, his thumb gently stroke the back of your arm. "We haven't really discussed the boyfriend, girlfriend thing," he says playfully, his eyes boring into yours.

"Uh," you hesitate.

He chuckles. "What do you say, Amelia?" he asks, his crooked smile stretching. "Do I have a shot here?"

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[call-sign-shark]

shark should rlly drop whatever it is in her drafts about tom / mav now dont you guys thinks? 👀

If I'd listen to myself this account would be the lair of all my Tom Cruise fantasies 🥵 But for sure more Mav content is coming. I also plan to write his story with Shark but as Reader insert. Anyway, here is a little something to help you wait and to fulfill us; Tom Cruise's wives :B

Please like and/or reblog if ya liked it 💚

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✨DADDY'S BAD KITTEN ✨

Summary:  You see Mav wearing a suit for the very first time during Rooster's wedding, and it fucking turns you on

Words: 1.3k

Tags: pure smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, creampie, fluff, Mav doing a magic trick??? , self-indulgence

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Rooster's wedding had been a much-awaited event.

All the Dagger squad, alongside Penny, had helped the adorable engaged couple in their wedding preparations. Ridiculously anxious about the whole matter, Penny Benjamin took care of the most important aspects of the party and, fortunately enough, every single thing went according to her plans. She was a hell of an organizer.

"Oh my god, where's the key?" Amelia asked, awe-struck by Pete's silly little tricks. She looked at you, confused, then at her mother before shifting back her focus on Mav.

"I don't know, maybe... Here?" Pete snapped his fingers and the shiny golden key appeared miraculously between his thumb and index finger right in front of Amelia's astonished eyes. The teenager snatched the key from the Captain's hand and gazed at it very closely as if the trick's explanations were written on it.

"What the hell! How did you do that?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets" Mav teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

The whole sight was too adorable for your heart to handle. You've been flirting and sleeping with Pete Mitchell for one solid year, but it became official only a few weeks ago. Obviously, some were a bit surprised by your relationship, for you were twenty-five years younger than him - on top of being one of his students. Yet, everyone had been supportive, especially Penny. She knew he had fallen for you the first time she saw you talking together.

"So, did I impress you?" Mav cooed, catching your hips between his two large and warm hands. His face lighted up and his lips stretched in a wide toothy smile when his beautiful emerald eyes met yours.

"Hm?" It was all you managed to answer, for he had pulled you out of your thoughts. The lights were reflecting on his seductive face, rendering the green of his eyes lighter, and sublimating the lovely marks time left on his skin. Mesmerized by how good-looking he was, you had barely listened to him.

"You haven't heard what I said, right?" He chuckled and shook his head, knowing how dreamy you could be, "I wonder what occupies your mind..." He almost purred in your ear, kissing your cheek. He could not help but touch you. He was addicted to the feeling of your skin against his.

"I thought about you in that stupid suit. Seriously Mitchell, seeing you dressed like that turns me on so much it's torture to wait for the end of the wedding to feel you inside me..." You whispered, your words candy-coated with burning desire. Something snapped in Mav's brain, for he suddenly felt weak. He brought his warm lips to your forehead to lay a gentle kiss on it, and smell the intoxicating fragrance of your shampoo.

"Who asked you to wait?"

"Pete..." You retorted, one brow raised when he moved his head back to stare at your right in the eyes. His wide smile had turned into a small, seductive smirk, "Pete, no. We are at a wedding. We don't do that at a wedding..." Your voice broke at the sensation of his hands grabbing your hips with more fervor. Blood rushed between your legs at his arousing touch, "Don't give me that look."

"It's the only one I got, kitten." He quickly glanced around him to make sure no one would notice you, then he wrapped his muscular arm around your shoulders to leave the room.

Both of you were making out in the janitor's closet. Maverick was pinning you against the wall, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. You could feel his hard and fierce shaft slipping into your wet slit. Trying to hold your moan, you crashed your lips again his and parted them to let his fury tongue in your mouth. One of your hands ran through his perfectly combed brown hair while the other clenched on his back, your nails digging into the fabric of his blazer.

"You're so wet for Daddy." He whispered in a low voice, his charming smile making you blush, "What a naughty kitten you are, wanting me to fuck you during your best friend's wedding..." Your skin heated up as you felt the smooth head of his cock pushing against your tiny wet hole. He thrust it slowly, to feel your pulsing walls stretch as he buried the thick tip in your weeping pussy.

"D-daddy don't tease... Please" You begged. He could feel your legs trembling around him. Your pleading brought a sadistic smile to his face.

" You know I love to tease you, to turn you into a crying and frustrated mess. Fuck, you can't imagine how I want you to beg for me to ruin your body. But gotta be quick, Shark." He purred, licking the corner of your lips in a wet and warm stroke of his tongue.

Mav invaded you in one brutal movement. His hard cock stretched your walls in one sudden thrust, making you roll your eyes and bit your lips not to yell with pleasure: "Oh Daddy! " You moaned, torn between the relief of his dick filling you entirely and the frustration of him not moving.

"Fuck I missed that tight, young pussy of yours kitten... " He growled, trying to keep a bit of self-control. He was so enamored and so aroused by you, that he tended to forget about everything else than the carnal urge he felt for you. His hips bucked, fucking your poor delicate flower with a brutal and merciless rhythm.

You almost sobbed at his violence, for he was hitting that spot that usually made you drool on the pillow, "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Your moans were like a divine chant psalming your love for carnal lust. There he was, hypnotized by your mermaid's song, mixed with the delicious sound of flesh smacking, pussy crying, and his own growls. The sensual melody of your love filled the room.

Heat pooling in your belly, you tried to chase your upcoming climax to keep Captain Mitchell's hard cock a bit longer inside you - it felt so good to have him buried deep in your cunt that each time he pulled out something broke in your soul. You felt empty.

"Oh fuck, Kitten... " He gasped in pleasure, breath hitching and hips snapping. You felt his cock throbbing inside your walls and you knew he was about to cum.

"N-No Mav, don't! We are at a ..." You begged but he was not listening. Maverick moaned louder and, arching his back, he filled your hole with his warm cum in one final thrust. The sensation of his hot and milky seed made your toes curls in your heels. You threw your head back and cried as a hell of a climax almost knock you out. You panted, stars dangling in your vision, as your body cool down. You felt like you were floating.

"Good girl, Shark. Daddy's proud." Mav praised you and pulled out. Cum soon overflowed from your weeping pussy, forming long milky streams which ran down your thighs. You were back on your shaky legs, fighting not to collapse on the ground.

"We need to go back, they are about to bring the cake." He said, buckling his belt without looking at you. You shook your head.

"Wait, I can't go back like that! I'm... " Words are stuck in your throat.

"Your cunt is drooling with cum, I know." Mav raised one brow and smiled, a wide smile with perfect white teeth. You tried to reach your panties but he is quicker, and hid them in the pocket of his blazer, "Nope, you don't need that. I want you to come back to the room and have fun, acting like you are not filled like the bratty slut you are."

"But- but-" You panicked, and he gently caressed one of your blushed cheeks with his thumb.

"Keep your legs closed, Kitten. And I hope it will teach you not to call me Mav during sex. It's Sir or Daddy. Nothing else. Understand?"

"Yes Sir," You whispered.

Notes: this was inspired by the 2017 interview of Tom Cruise in the Quotidien. It's about 26 minutes long, and I only squealed for 25 minutes teeheeeeeee~ Seriously gimme that man pls

[eemcintyre]

Repaying the Favor (Tom Cruise)

TW: discussion of blood/periods, one mention of throwing up.

Summary: Tom comes home one afternoon to find you in a great deal of pain because ~it's that time of the month amirite ladies~, and he does what he can to try and make things better, despite you insisting that you can handle it.

I myself have been on my period, so I have been nothing but angry, depressed, and h-word (more than usual I mean 🙃🔥) and this is what happened. So it was productive, at least, I guess?

After a hectic morning of back-to-back appointments, Tom was returning to the apartment he and Y/N shared. He was hoping to not only grab a brief lunch, but also some quality time with Y/N before heading back out for the second half of his work for the day.

Unlocking the door and crossing the threshold into the main living room/kitchen area, he was surprised at how quiet the apartment was. Scanning his surroundings for Y/N, she was not to be found, so he proceeded to check the bedroom, calling out “Sweetheart, it’s me, I’m home.” He was met at first with silence, which concerned him, but before he could panic about her being mysteriously gone, he heard a muffled groan. However, upon reaching the bedroom, he still couldn’t see her anywhere.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Where are you? What’s going on?” He darted across the room until he spotted her lying on the floor by the side of the bed. She was lying on her stomach, twisted in a position that looked odd and uncomfortable with one leg bent toward her midsection and the other straight out. Tom breathed a sigh of relief, ruffling a hand through his hair.

“Don’t do that to me, honey- I thought you’d been taken,” he laughed nervously at the movie reference, noticing that she was also clutching her stomach and had several heating pads draped across her body.

“I-I’m sorry, I- ow, ow, ow…” Y/N struggled to explain herself as several intense pains stabbed in her midsection. “It’s, I just…”

“When did it start?” Tom asked, quickly realizing what the problem was. He crouched down to where she was splayed out, gently placing a hand on her back. Y/N furrowed her brows, this time in confusion instead of discomfort.

“How did you…?”

“I grew up with three sisters, remember?” he chuckled. She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment over the whole situation, but he pulled them away with his hand that wasn’t comfortingly stroking her back. “Hey, don’t worry, I'm not one of those guys who thinks periods are gross. It's just blood. I really don't care. If you stick me with something sharp, blood's gonna come out." He paused, recalling an incident from a while back. “Like that time I knifed my hand really bad trying to make stir fry.” Y/N managed a quiet giggle. “I practically bled all over you, but you just rolled with it and didn’t freak out, and you got me all fixed up.” He smiled while reflecting on that eventful memory.

“C’mon, why didn’t you tell me?” he pressed as Y/N attempted to roll over into a new position, the old one no longer comfortable as new pains began to spring up.

“It’s just humiliating, it shouldn’t be such a big deal, and you’re so busy, and I ruined the sheets…”

“Ok, ok, hold on,” Tom interjected, lacing a hand into one of hers. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of; let’s get that straight. And I can wash the sheets; that’s not a problem.”

“No, I’ll take care of it; it’s not necessary-” Y/N, who had been trying to sit up, was cut off as she doubled back over in pain. Tom threw an arm around her shoulders.

“And as for me being ‘too busy’, I’m not going anywhere, angel. Not when you’re too sick to sit up. I don’t have anything going on the rest of the day that can’t wait.” He had made his mind up and could not be moved by any of her continued pleas that she was fine and could manage by herself.

After fetching her a dose of painkillers and reheating the lukewarm heat pads, he delicately scooped her off the floor, transferring them both to the nearby bed. He settled her on his lap while he rested his back against the headboard. She was curled up in such a way that her head was nestled in his neck and chest, and he could reach an arm around to knead her stomach.

Once the painkillers started to kick in, he felt comfortable enough to run out of the apartment to grab her a few things. Y/N insisted that he had done enough, to which he replied, “If you don’t tell me what you want, I’ll just have to guess.” He slipped into his leather jacket, making sure his wallet was still in the pocket.

“Do I also have to remind you of the time I was out of commission sick for almost a week? You practically waited on me; you cooked everything, you sang to me, you sat with me while I was throwing up-“

“Oh no, please don’t talk about throwing up,” Y/N implored, already nauseous from the consistently intense stomach pain.

“Oops, sorry,” he winced.

She begrudgingly requested her favorite hot tea and that he rent the new movie she had been wanting to see, blushing and trying not to smile.

“Yes, ma’am. Now, call me if you need anything; I shouldn’t be very long.”

He gave her a peck on the forehead and a peck on the lips before leaving on his quest, and Y/N replied, “You know you’re the best, right?”

[tommys1girl]

The Kitchen Counter

OMG GUYS!! I wrote a literal novel so I apologize lol, I’m also sorry if it’s cringey.... this is my first time ever writing something like this so please take it easy on me. I am VERY open to feedback though so please use my ask box if you’d like to give me some pointers or positive feedback. I hope you love it!!!

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Summary: You and Tom decided to go out for a nice dinner in London, when a stranger comes around and tries to ruin your date. This is for 18+ only plssssssss. This is a little fluffy at the end

TW: smut, unprotected sex, oral, male dominance, large age gap

Pairing: Tom Cruise x female reader

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You and Tom don’t go out in public often because you like to have your man all to yourself. Dating Tom has been quite an adjustment, as you both are very outgoing and like to be doing something all the time. When you two go out it’s never just you two, paparazzi is always getting in the way, fans want pictures, girls are all over him, and you understand why…. He’s TOM FUCKING CRUISE. But the publicity isn’t your favorite thing in the world so you’ve adapted to just staying in most nights and making the most out of your time together.

Tom has been filming MI:6 and has been out of the country for several months, so you haven’t had much time together lately. Now that he was home for a short visit you were spending most of your time snuggling in bed and just relaxing around the house together. One morning you woke up to turn to Tom so you could begin your morning cuddle routine and he wasn’t there, he had left the sweetest note on your pillow that read, “Good morning Y/N, I had to run a couple of errands but will be back at soon. Take my card and go find yourself something pretty to wear, I’m taking you out tonight. Can’t wait to see what you pick out! Love you XO” - How did he manage to make you swoon from just a note?

You take Tom’s card and call Heather McQuarrie to see if she wants to meet you for coffee and go to a couple shops in London to help you pick out your date night outfit. You needed someone to be there with you as you wanted to make sure the dress you picked out was nothing but absolute perfection. Heather meets you downtown London and you find the perfect dress at the 4th store you go into. It was a beautiful black dress with a high thigh slit, and showed just enough of your chest to make Tom go crazy at first glance.

As you pull into the garage you notice that Tom is already home from running his errands. You’re running towards him as soon as you open the door, “Tom!” You dropped your new dress and purse on the floor as you get closer to him. “Hi baby!” he says taking you into his arms as he picks you up off the floor and spins you around. “Did you find something pretty to wear tonight,” he asks as he halts but keeps holding you in his arms. “Yes, Heather came with me to help me and she said I have to get your reaction on video when you see me in it,” you say with a smirk. “It’s must really be something then, I can’t wait to you see in it,” he said laughing as he set you back on the ground. 

You go into the bathroom to start the shower and as soon as Tom hears the water he is rushing in! You heard the door open and you turned around to see Tom walking directly at you with a cheeky grin on his face. You had already taken off your sundress and were standing in just your bra and panties when he walked in. You were really good about wearing matching sets because Tom loved it. Today you were wearing a black, lacey bra with a matching thong, it was one of your favorite sets because Tom bought it for you when you had first begun dating. “Damn Y/N, you look so good right now,” he said with a sexy smirk, the smirk that always gets you dripping. “Mmmm, I think you ought to wait until you see me tonight, I’ll look even better,” you said as Tom grabs your hips and pulls you in tight so that your bare stomach is touching his fitted black t-shirt. “Right now or tonight, regardless, you always look amazing,” he says as he pulls you in for a deep kiss. It was the kiss that made you want more, never wanting it to end. He pulled away, and started walking towards the door as he said, “I’ll leave you to get ready, but be prepared for when we get back tonight. You’re all mine.”

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You finally finished getting ready and you slipped your dress on, excited to show Tom how you look. “Tom, I’m ready honey,” you called out waiting for him to come into the bedroom. “Oh my god Y/N, you look absolutely stunning,” he says walking into the room and pulling you into a kiss. “Thanks babe, you look incredible as well,” you said as you stared Tom up and down. He was wearing dark navy blue dress pants that made his lower half look amazing, a white button up along with a dark navy blue jacket. God, he looked hot! “Are you ready to go sweetheart? Our reservation is at 7:00 so we have about 30 minutes to get there,” He asked reaching for your hand. “I’ve never been more ready in my whole life, Mr. Cruise,” you said with a smirk, giving his hand a squeeze.

You arrive at Alain Ducasse at The Dorchester and there is already a crowd of people. How did they know that you and Tom would be there? You both step out of the back of Tom’s black BMW and are immediately swarmed by people trying to get pictures with Tom, which he graciously allows for just a couple minutes before grabbing you by the waist and leading you into the restaurant. Once inside, you’re sat at an exclusive table so you can be alone, there’s still people around but you aren’t right in the middle for everyone to see. You order a glass of red wine and Tom orders a glass of scotch on the rocks. After ordering dinner you two begin talking about what the future may hold for your relationship. You and Tom had been together for about 2 years now and you were honestly surprised he hadn’t popped the question yet. Although, you were glad that you were taking things slow, especially since you were only 23 years old and Tom was 55, but you were still so excited to start a new chapter with him whenever he was ready. You both started talking about marriage as a women in her late 30’s came up to our table, looked at Tom and said, “I’m sorry to interrupt but I’ve had the biggest crush on you since I was 17, do you think we could get a picture?” You laughed because those kind of things don’t bother you. Tom had kindly stood up making it easier for the woman to take the selfie, Tom stood with his hands by his side, and she put her arm around his waist… again, I’m not bothered. But what did bother me is after she took the picture she looked at me and said “you know, I’m still shocked that Tom hasn’t left you for someone more his age, more mature, and more… how do I say this?…Actually pretty.” “Excuse me?” You said standing up quicker than ever before. “Y/N, sit back down please, it’s okay,” Tom looked at you reaching his hand out as to say ‘I got this.’ You didn’t listen though, you stood there waiting for Tom to say something, “I’m still shocked women like you think you have a chance with me, Y/N is the most beautiful woman I have ever met, plus her personality has you beat by a long shot. Now delete that photo before I have authorities called and my lawyers on your tail.” You start to approach the woman as Tom finishes speaking to her and he grabs you by the waist to stop you, he pulls you in close so you don’t make a decision you’ll regret later. The woman looks at you and says, “it’s clear you’re just in it for the money, that’s all you girls at your age want. Go work for it yourself instead of stealing someone else’s.” You stare at her with daggers as you slowly start to wrap your hands around Tom’s neck and turn to face him, you lean in and give him the most passionate kiss you’ve ever given him as she continues to look at you. You pull back from the kiss after a couple seconds, look at the woman, and say, “Tom and I are going to go back to our house, and he’s going to bend me over our kitchen counter, so if you would so kindly excuse us.” You say as you grab your purse still holding onto Tom with your right hand, you slowly start to lower your hand to your side and he guides you out of the restaurant without acknowledging the woman. 

You walk outside not speaking to each other and find more people wanting Tom’s attention but he ignores all of them, which is super unlike him but he’s definitely in a mood. You can’t figure out if he’s in a bad mood after what just happened, or if he’s aroused by what you told the woman.

You finally get back in the car and he slides in after you, “what the hell was that Y/N?” He says in a stern tone. ‘Great, he’s mad,’ I thought to myself, he’s always been strict with how I act in public because he wants to keep a clean image and not cause any drama. “What? She pissed me off and I wanted her to know that she shouldn’t even think she has a chance with you.” You say to him with an attitude. He grabs your hand tightly, angrily, “nobody has a chance with me anymore except for you, you know that. That was completely uncalled for, I was trying to handle it by myself and you disobeyed me by telling some stranger that I was going to bend you over the kitchen counter.” He said sternly, trying not to raise his voice. “So you don’t want to bend me over the kitchen counter when we get home?” You say, still with that same bratty attitude that you know Tom secretly loves, trying to get him to ease up. “Of course I’m going to bend you over the kitchen counter when we get home, but you’re going to wish I hadn’t by the time I’m done with you.” He says as he stares at you with his emerald green eyes and moves his hand up the slit of my dress so his hand is super close to your heat. 

“Mmmm,” you let out a quiet groan, just loud enough for him to barely hear. “Quiet,” he places his index finger to your mouth with his free hand, shushing you, “I don’t want to hear anything out of you until we get back to the house, got it?” You nod. “I asked you a question, you know the rules,” he said moving in closer to my face. “Yes sir,” you responded knowing that you always have to answer Tom regardless of the situation. 

You ride home in silence but Tom never moves his left hand from your thigh. He knows it’s driving you crazy, and you can’t wait for him to punish you when you get home. 

When you arrive home he takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen, “turn around,” he instructs. You do as you’re told and face away from him. He unzips your dress and grabs your hips to turn you back around, when you’re finally facing him he says, “take it off for me.” You slide your dress down your body, step out of it and move it out of the way with your foot. “Good girl,” he says grabbing ahold of your hips and moving you closer to the counter until your back hits it with a sudden bump. You gasp, slightly because of pain, and slightly because of the surprise. “Shhhhhh,” Tom whispers as he starts to turn you around to face the counter. With both of his hands still around your waist, he grabs at your panties and slowly slides them down your legs and allows you to step out of them. Then he stands back up, slowly tracing your legs and waist as he moves up towards your bra. He unclasps it slowly letting it slide down your arms until it hits the counter around your elbows, you take it off your arms and toss it on the floor next to your black thong. “You always look so beautiful bent over like this,” Tom says as he slides his hands to cup your breasts, his hips hitting yours and pushing you even further into the counter. He starts leaving a trail of kisses from your neck down your back, his hands trailing not far behind until he reaches his favorite part of your body, your ass. He grabs it and gives it a hard squeeze making you whimper and squirm a little bit. “Squirming already, baby? You just wait.” He bends down so his face is in line with your ass, his hands on the back of your thighs, spreading your legs so he can get a taste of your pussy. You feel his hot breath on your core, you’re anxiously waiting for him to give in. “Tom, please,” you moan. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll give you exactly what you want, just be patient, okay?” “Yes sir,” you respond. “That’s my good girl.” Within seconds he’s painting a stripe of pleasure on your pussy making you moan and arch your back. “Oh my god, Tom, that feels so good,” you moan quietly. “I know it does pretty girl.” He responds as he starts to push his tongue inside of you making you jump. It always feels good, but you don’t think it’s ever felt this good. You start getting squirmy as you feel your orgasm coming on quick, you’re about to explode. “Baby, you know you have to ask permission to cum, right?” Tom asks as he abruptly stops, making your body shiver with disappointment. “Yes sir,” you respond quietly with a slight attitude, and Tom recognizes your tone. “Ask, Y/N” he says intensively. “Please Tom, can I cum,” you moan out, hoping he’ll give in. “Not yet,” Tom says as he stands up and starts unbuttoning his pants.

Once he unbuttons his pants, he slides them down along with his underwear. The next thing you feel is his length brushing up against your core, making slow passes. “Tom, just fuck me already,” you yell at him. “Needy little girl aren’t you?” He asks as he slowly pushes his length inside you giving you a second to adjust to his size. But once he bottoms out, it’s over, no more slow, no more gentle passes. Tom is pushing all of his weight into you while reaching up to grab the back of your neck to keep you from looking down, he is a sucker for how your body looks when your head is up and your back is perfectly arched, giving him full access to hit your g-spot every time he slams into you. “Your tight little cunt is so wet for me baby, you just love it when I fuck you, don’t you?” He asks with a grunt. “Yes Tom, you feel so fucking good!” You scream out letting him know that he’s reached that sweet spot. With his left hand on your hip to give him leverage you know that you’re going to have a bruise from his strong grip. You and Tom both love it when he leaves a mark after he’s fucked you, makes you feel like you’re all his, and he’s all yours. “Tom please can I cum? Please Tom!” You’re screaming so loud that you know the neighbors can hear, but neither of you mind. “Yes Y/N, come on my cock,” he finally gives you permission. Before you can cum he’s taking his right hand off your neck and bringing it down in front your stomach, reaching for your clit, once he finds it he’s rubbing you in quick circles making your vision go blurry. “O-ohh fuck I’m cumming Tom, I’m cumming!” You scream as your legs begin to shake and give out. Tom uses his left hand hand to keep you up as you ride out your orgasm, “FUCK TOM!” He’s showing you no mercy, he’s not letting up until he’s done too. Your legs are shaking and you continue to scream out his name. He continues thrusting himself into you and rubbing your clit until he gets shaky and you feel warm spirts of cum dripping inside your warm cunt. When he finally pulls out, you about fall to the ground but Tom catches you and gently places you on the kitchen floor to reposition you. He then picks you up bridal style and asks, “are you okay baby?” with a smirk, damn well knowing he just gave you an orgasm that could last a lifetime. “I’m okay, I’ll be better if you take a bath with me though,” you say suggesting the idea of a warm bath with your man to end your date night. “I’d love nothing more, but next time a situation like tonight happens again, please let me handle it. You know I’ll always stand up for you, you’re my girl and you will be forever.” He says carrying you to the master bathroom.

Next thing you know Tom has you sat up on the bathroom counter and he’s gotten a warm towel out of the towel warmer and wrapped it around you while you both wait for the bath to be ready. He walks out of the bathroom without saying anything but leaving you with a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

He comes back in with just his underwear on while carrying a basket, “I brought us your favorites!” He exclaims as he’s carrying the basket that happens to be full of red wine, chocolate, and fresh strawberries. He really knows how to make a woman feel loved. The bath is finally ready so Tom places the basket next to the tub and takes the warm towel off of you. “Alright let’s get you in, sweetheart,” he says picking you up bridal style again, carrying you over to the bath and gently placing you in the warm water. He gets in after you and sits behind you so you can lean back on his firm but gentle chest. He wraps his arms around you and gives you a gentle squeeze, “I love you so much Y/N, and I love doing life with you.” “I love you too, Tom, thank you for loving me, and for giving me the chance to love you.”

You had completely forgotten about the stupid woman that tried to ruin your night, but Tom never lets an evening with you end badly, and for that you’re thankful. You and Tom end the night by finishing off two bottles of wine in the tub, eating nearly all the chocolates and strawberries, and talking about what the future holds for the two of you.