#daniel kaffee smut

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diet mountain dew || ꕤ

“Baby, stoppin' at 7-Eleven

There in his white Pontiac heaven.”

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“Are you asking me out on a date?”

Daniel was looking at you with the smuggest smirk you’d ever seen on a man’s face before. His eyes were burning into yours, glistening under the light as he stared at you, his mouth slightly agape. You tried not to gulp as the question echoed in your ears, face hot and flustered.

You never thought you’d find yourself outside of Daniel Kaffee’s door, contemplating whether to knock on his door or not. You’d always had the first word with him, ever since the moment he burst in your office with that stupid apple of his.

He’s looked like an idiot then and he looked like an idiot now, all proud of himself, looking at you — forcing you to use the actual words you’d been practicing and itching to say to him for God knows how long. It was deeply humiliating.

“No,” you simply and coldly replied, but your voice weakened by the end of the two-lettered word.

“It sounded like you were asking me out on a date,” he argued, crossing his arms as he took a few steps closer to you, ignoring the baseball game on the television that played uninterrupted in the background. He slyly raised his eyebrows as if he was questioning your previous ‘no’.

You stood there robotically, fumbling with the end of your thin jacket as you avoided eye contact with Daniel, knowing very well that your knees would buckle under just one look from him.

“I wasn’t,” you continued firmly.

“Mm,” Daniel hummed, his face so close to yours that you swore he was asking to get roughly hit in the balls. You were a woman with dignity and respect, though, you had to be stronger than that. God, you were aware of the fact that he had one of the most self-absorbed, cocky personalities, but when had he gotten like that? “I’ve been asked out on dates before, and that’s what it sounded like.”

Regretting your life’s choices should’ve been a paid occupation for you at that point. You wondered what came over you, thought hard about the nerve in your burnt brain that screamed and cried for you to get up from the bed, have a good day and then ruin it all by finally gathering the courage to go alone to Daniel’s place and talk to him about something that wasn’t related to the case. Ask him out on a fucking date like the desperate, little, touch starved loser you were.

Men had been going after you, begging for a chance since forever… yet, there was Daniel.

Daniel Kaffee, who had graduated from law school a year ago, had gotten in the Navy freshly — around nine months ago — who was so admirably impressive and intelligent and a whole person of his own. Daniel, who couldn’t come to a realisation without his thinking bat.

How had you fallen so hard in love with him?

“Do you like seafood? I know a good seafood place,” you blurted out, mentally kicking and cursing yourself for how stupid you’d sounded.

“I’ll tell you if you admit you’re asking me out.”

You weren’t going to, not even if he held a gun to your forehead and threatened your life. He did not need that kind of boost for his ego, nor did you care for getting embarrassingly paralysed in front of him after the smile he’d give you in case you actually did convince yourself to admit that this was your horrible aspect of asking him on a date.

“N-Not a date,” you stuttered, hating yourself.

“The sweat forming on your forehead says otherwise.” He snickered when you hurriedly snatched your hand from your jean’s pocket to wipe the non existent sweat off your face. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. You know, I really wouldn’t say no to going out with you.”

“Well, you’re not. I just want to grab some dinner with my colleague is all. Will you come or should I get going? It’s late, they’ll close soon.”

You eventually gathered the courage to breathe, backing away from him as you headed towards the door, placing your hand on the handle. Daniel snatched you back by the arm, catching you off guard as you silently cried, mind short-circuiting after noticing how much closer he’d pulled you to him. His grip was strong on your elbow, fingers tightly pressing into your warm, reddening skin.

“Are you dismissing me?”

You cocked your head to the side.

“What?”

“I want to go on a date with you. Do you want to go on a date with me?” Fuck, he was killing you. You were an exceptional lawyer, distinguished, had even won service medals. And all of that just vanished, the words dying in your throat, just because Kaffee was holding you so painfully close to him that part of your mind subconsciously dared you to move your head just an inch further into him, invade completely his personal space.

“I…” you began, but trailed off, seeing as you were truly incapable of understanding what was going through your blinded head in that moment. Had his eyes always been so dazzlingly green and big? Had Daniel always looked so unbelievably pretty?

“I didn’t even know you liked me. I mean, if you like me. I won’t make you say it — I just want to know if you’re asking me out on a date. Which is sort of like asking you if you like me, so that automatically cancels out what I just said.”

Daniel was getting nervous as well. Both of you were so utterly fucked with each other, but none ever spoke about it out loud without jokingly throwing flirtatious innuendos. He was done with just guessing how you felt about him, though, decided to take the matter into his own hands if you didn’t have the guts to make a move first.

He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost you to another man just because his stupidity was too much of an obstacle to overcome. Died in silence every time he had to say goodbye or goodnight to you wherever you had to leave his apartment after judging that you’d all conversated enough about the case. Daniel knew that you had to be feeling something for him — even if that was a tiny spark.

All the secret glances, the way you commanded and spoke to him, the contained smiles; they had to mean something right? But why weren’t you trying anything with him? He thought he made it pretty obvious that he felt the same way about you, had been feeling like that for a long time.

He knew you knew.

“Danny, can you let — fuck, I can’t breathe when you hold me so close to you,” you accidentally confessed, eyes bulging the moment your words played loudly rent free in your brain right after they so easily and boldly left out of your mouth.

“You can’t?” he repeated softly, in awe as he tried to comprehend what you’d just said. “You can’t — you can’t say stuff like that to me and then tell me that you don’t want to ask me on a date. You can’t do that — you can’t fuck like that with my mind.”

You jerked away from him, brows furrowing.

“Me? I can’t say stuff like that to you? You’d known me only 12 hours when you told me you were sexually aroused. You’ve been looking at me as if I’m some sort of grand lawyer, like I amaze you or something — you know how hard it is for me to keep a fucking professional stance around you?” you were shouting for no reason now, practically admitting your feelings for him due to the anger that had fogged your brain.

Daniel closed his eyes in wonder, then looked at you dumbfounded. “What?” Fuck. “What did you just say?” he repeated hesitantly.

“Nothing.”

“No, don’t give me that bullshit. I thought you hated me. I always try so hard to impress you and I’m so afraid that I’ll do something wrong or offend you in some way I won’t even realize and you… You feel the same way about me?”

The question fell off his lips like he was terrified of the answer you’d give him. And it was true; he was, beat himself up for how little confidence he had around you even though his actions showed the opposite. He’d been melting for you.

Was captivated by your determination, the way you could make him feel so worthless just by giving him a weird look. Scary?

To Daniel, you were divine.

“I—I don’t feel a certain way about you, Danny.”

“You kill me,” he rushed to comment, cutting you off the second his nickname was mentioned. “Every single time you call me that, a small part of me dies. That sounds horrible, I didn’t mean it that way. You know how it feels to walk in a courtroom for the first time?”

You nodded with a slight chuckle. “Yeah, I do. I could never forget. Do you?”

“Because of you, I do. If you weren’t so damn stubborn and annoying, I couldn’t even dream of it. When I walked inside, my legs were trembling. It was a confusing, but beautiful feeling.”

Your knees were bucking — what was he doing?

“Fuck you, Kaffee,” you muttered under your breath, running a hand through your hair.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been saying. Fuck me. Fuck me, Commander, I’m already yours. I have been ever since you listed my entire life in front of my very own eyes, then proceeded to threaten my position in the case. How can you not know that? How can you act so surprised when the only reason why I keep calling both you and Sam at my place repeatedly every day is because I believe that there couldn’t possibly be any way I’d ever see you in my little, humble apartment under any other circumstances? Don’t you think we could’ve perfectly arranged another meeting spot?”

You’d lost touch with the environment. Daniel’s eyes looked as though he was about to burst into tears; all glassy and red, holding back a million words and emotions that he’d so successfully held back for such a long time, that they almost didn’t even feel real. He had to be kidding you.

“Is it too late to ask you on a date, then?”

Daniel let out a sigh of relief, a gorgeous smile cracking on his lips as he finally shut the game on the television off, moving dangerously toward you. He cupped his hands over your cheeks and pulled you tightly into him, capturing your lips with his own after what felt like ages. His eyes were forcefully closed, afraid of opening them and waking up to what could be just another dream. But no, this was reality, he decided after he discreetly opened them just an inch to make sure that the person he was smushing was real.

You weren’t kissing him back, though, and it made him pull away, feeling like a complete fool. Had he misread anything again, had he done something wrong? Had his hurried intrusive thought to kiss you been too much?

“I’m really sorry, I—”

Embarrassment welled up inside of him as he stared down at your feet, his mind still unable to process the taste of your lips as it barely even functioned for any other reason; talking like a normal person, for example. Harvard lawyer, they said. Lawyer his ass. What kind of lawyer was ever known to get so tongue tied in a situation?

“Your lack of response to my question makes me believe that you haven’t truly been asked out on any dates before,” you eventually spoke, opting to break the silence with sarcasm, just like it had always been between the two of you.

You pressed your mouth against his this time, smirking nobly as you heard him take a sharp inhale. You walked backwards, forcing him to do the same, then pushed him against the outside arm of his pathetic couch, causing him to fall.

You wasted no time with getting on top of him, straddling his lap firmly as your back arched on top of him, making the kiss get profoundly deeper and wetter as tongues got involved. You’d never been French-kissed like that (or in general, ) — your head felt like it would explode.

Daniel wasn’t skilled just as a lawyer. He was awfully good at kissing, sending you over the edge just by adding a little extra saliva in the kiss and letting his hands roam freely in your back, pulling you closer and closer to his scorching body. His soft brunet hair softly brushed against your forehead as he titled his head for a better angle and you could almost feel yourself die.

He winced when his bat dug into his back and the miserable sound he made caused you to moan.

“Are — Are you going to ask me out?”

You ignored him, grasping on his shoulders as you accidentally ground against his crotch, losing your mind and grip over yourself when you felt his semi-erection rub just the right away over your jeans and panties, your wet core clenching around absolutely nothing disappointedly.

“Let’s go to the seafood place, yeah?” you exclaimed against his mouth.

“As a date?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

You untangled yourself from him, still neatly seated on his legs as if you couldn’t feel him flush and hard, aching to be freed from his trousers.

“You know I’m very intimidated by you, right?”

Daniel gave you a peck on the before getting up to sit normally on the couch. “I do not, Ma’am.”

“Shut up.”

“Pretty impressive, huh?” he mocked, just like he’d said to you the first time you met. God, you really, deeply hated his self-absorbed guts. But you loved him. Loved him like crazy.

“I changed my mind.”

“About what?”

“I don’t want to go out to eat.”

Daniel’s face dropped when you got up from the couch and began putting your jacket back on. He’d messed up, he’d messed up, he’d messed up… Fuck him and how he never thought before doing. You were going to leave him, of course you were. You were scared of how fast he’d moved.

Except you really weren’t, you just really found joy into toying with his lowered remaining patience.

“What?” he asked, nearly like a whisper.

“I’ll see you at court tomorrow at 10. Don’t be fucking late, Lieutenant, or I’ll just might have to cancel the dinner reservations I’m planning. Up until then, you’ll do well with your very manly and grown up Yoo-Hoos,” you walked up to his door, feeling your heart beat rapidly in your chest as the corner of your eye caught him almost stumbling into the coffee table in his hurry to get to you.

“Is it going to be a—”

“And before you ask, yes, it’s a date.”

FIN.

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[mitchellpete]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR:

pete “maverick” mitchell x reader

headcanons, drabbles, sfw/nsfw lists, one-shots

tom cruise character x reader

headcanons, drabbles, sfw/nsfw lists, preferences (including mav^), one-shots

brian flanagan (cocktail)

charlie babbitt (rain man)

cole trickle (days of thunder)

daniel kaffee (a few good men)

mitch mcdeere (the firm)

lestat de lioncourt (interview with the vampire)

ethan hunt (mission: impossible franchise)

jerry maguire

bill harford (eyes wide shut)

vincent (collateral)

jack harper (oblivion)

examples and guidelines under the cut!

examples:

“one-shot where (character) and reader do (activity)?”

“headcanons of (character) in (scenario)?”

“drabble describing (character) and reader’s first kiss?”

“#4 on this prompt list for (character) x reader?”

“NSFW/SFW list for (character)?”

for preferences:

“how tom characters would celebrate your birthday?”

“tom characters taking care of a sick reader?”

“tom characters + love languages?”

you can specify: “(prompt) for pete, brian, cole and ethan?”

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GUIDELINES

topics i can write - 

fluff

angst

smut (be 18+ to request. please.)

combinations of the above

age gap (age limit is 21)

mental health topics

character death

i do not write -

abuse/assault/etc

self-harm

pedophilia

incest

au’s 

pregnancy

parent x child!reader

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always open to any questions regarding anything i might not have mentioned or for any clarification!

[saltyfilmmajor]

HI! love your blog, I am so new here, I have read no fanfics. Do you have suggestions for best Tom fanfics? Doesn't matter the movie.

HELLO!!! You're just in luck I just spent like the last two weeks binge reading fanfic for this explicit purpose :D

I hope you don't mind that a good chunk of them are Explicit, they’re all below the cut.

If any of my mutuals or followers would care to add on to this list please do. I would love to see more recommendations. 

Misc Movies:

you inspired a fire by @arcanistvysoren (A Few Good Men) Rating: E I recommend reading this immediately after watching A Few Good Men. It's a Jack Ross x Daniel Kaffee fic, and it's cited as the main reason I started shipping them. This is nearly 20k words and it's so well written. 

Worth Your Weight in Gold by @rochc93 (Tropic Thunder) Rating: E This is the best smut I've ever read in my life. Just read it. (Ok there’s slightly more to this story but I don’t want to give it away. It’s just AGH it’s good, it hits me where I live.) 

In the middle ground by @maverickcalf (Cocktail 1988) Rating: E This fic is on the shorter side, but i think it’s worth recommending a lot. It’s just a very well written scene of “self-intimacy”, if you catch my drift. The vibes are relaxing. Very well done :D. 

New Year's Daybreak by @maverickcalf & @rochc93 (A Few Good Men & The Firm crossover) Rating: G What if Mitch McDeere and Daniel Kaffee were cousins and both queer? That’s the gist of this story and I love it so much. It’s a nice family centric fic about the two lawyer characters Tom has played and I highly recommend it. 

Mission: Impossible (Mostly benthan stuff)

A Soft Drop by @barbex (Ethan x Max) Rating: E This one is a d/s Ethan fic, which are always a favorite of mine (as you’ll soon see on this list). Anyway if you have ever watched the original M:I movie and thought: Ethan and Max Definitely fucked, this fic is for you. 

Are You In? by twowritehands (Benji x Ethan) Rating: E What if Benji and Ethan fucked on that boat in Austria? What is the aftermath of that and how does it affect the rest of their mission during Rogue Nation? This one is a good exploration of the Ethan x Benji d/s dynamic, highly recommend. 

Ten-hut by Frodo_lives (Benji x Ethan) Rating: E Hey are you into men in uniform? Me too! This one is an established relationship fic, and it really explores the emotional dynamics of Benji and Ethan’s relationship. I especially love how Ethan is characterized in this story.

Le Vent Nous Emportera by @threeoaksy (Benji x Ethan) Rating: T Oaksy always manages to make me cry with her writing. If you want angst & hurt/comfort this fic is for you. It’s very beautifully written and I cried so many tears when I read it. 

Until the End of Their Time by @rochc93 (Benji x Ethan) Rating: G A good old fake relationship story. This one is very soft and sweet I think more people should read it.  Wrong In The Dark by @not-too-tall-for-trick (Benji x Ethan)  Rating: E  A very fun take on the Confined in a Tight Space trope. I’ve read this multiple times and it still doesn’t get old.  FMK by @fictionallemons (Benji x Ethan)  Rating: E  Fictionallemons always manages to write some of my favorite benthan fics ever this one is cute and funny and all around a nice read.  (I’ll also recommend Sweeter Than Candy by this author, which i’ve previously recommended)  

Top Gun & Top Gun Maverick

I will be there for you. Always. by @maverickcalf (Maverick & Rooster)  Rating: G A simple story about Maverick and Rooster post TGM. It focuses on their father son relationship and it makes me very emo.  Moving in Slow Motion by @boasamishipper (Iceman x Maverick) Rating: E “The reservation is supposed to hold the room,” Maverick says. Viper looks like he’s refraining from laughing with great difficulty. “That’s why you have the reservation. How do you run out of rooms?”“I know why we have reservations, sir,” the receptionist says, and just as Maverick is about to snap back No I don’t actually think you do, another man shows up behind the desk, smiling placidly at them.”  I’m going to hope that passage made you laugh as much as it made me laugh.  i don't know what you've been told by @boasamishipper (Hangman x Coyote) (Iceman x Maverick)  Rating: E This fic is so heartfelt and funny and all around such a wonderful read. I teared up, I laughed and I gasped.  It Was Aliens All Along by @slimysuckers  (Iceman x Maverick)  Rating: T Ending this list with more of a silly one, although still very heartfelt. Inspired by the take that the villains in TGM could have been aliens for all that we knew.