#ethan hunt imagine

[kyber-crystal]

learning to warm cold hands || ethan hunt

summary: after a particular mission, sunshine isn’t sunshine anymore, and it worries him. (aka a cliche angst to fluff fic with the following tropes: slightly sunshine and super sunshine, who did this to you, etc)

words: ~1.4k

warnings: angst, brief descriptions of violence, ethan being overly concerned for reader, but not much else asides from that 

a/n: first ethan fic (requested by a lovely anon, thank you!!) and second mission impossible fic! btw, this fic is kind of an AU? i don't have a specific timeline for when it happens, so you can squeeze it in wherever :)

“Y/N, status update?”

“Northwest exit, 430 meters. I have one on my tail. But you know I’m Usain Bolt 2.0! I can definitely outrun this doofus, I mean, I bet my mile time is way better than his. I could've gone to the Olympics, for God’s sake. The Olympics! Where are you?”

“Stay there, I’ll come find you.”

“Ethan, wait, you can't just tell me to—“ You don’t even get to finish before a an explosive sound echoes across the narrow alleyway. You make a sharp left turn but find that you’d just hit a dead end. The door was locked. Shit. You only had one bullet left and there was a guy who was definitely at least twice your weight—and over a foot taller, too—coming after you. You wouldn't even have enough time to reload.

“Y/N. Y/N—“

You don’t get to hear the rest of what he’s saying before the static fizzes out and you lose connection.

“Hey there!” You give the beefy man who’s now mere meters away from you a cheerful smile. “Lovely weather today, don’t you think? Too bad it’s going to rain tomorrow. I love the rain but I hate lightning, because I almost got struck a year ago.”

He doesn't look too happy at this, whipping his gun out without a moment’s hesitation. You squeeze your eyes shut and pray as you slide the bullet in and he pins you against the wall by your neck. 

He brings the gun to your head, and your weapon clatters to the ground. You curse under your breath. You can feel your airways constricting and there's a searing pain working its way through you. 

“You're not going anywhere, princess.”

There's a split-second; a microsecond in which he pauses. Very briefly. You don't think, just do—you knee him in the groin, hard, and quickly grab the knife that's sheathed in your boot. 

Saying one last prayer, you plunge the blade in, not even looking to see if you'd aimed right. He falls to the floor, stumbling, and you then lunge forward to disarm him. 

Another deafening gunshot rings out just as Ethan rounds the corner and finds you there, standing over the man’s dead body like the angel of death. A pool of blood surrounds your feet, and he doesn't think he wants to know if that's yours or his. 

“You made it out alive. Good job out there.”

Glancing over at him, you nod, but don't say anything. You toss him the data files without another word, and board the plane. 

“I'm proud of you.”

More strained silence. Huh, weird… he thinks. 

“Y/N, are you alright?”

No response. Ethan repeats himself again, “Are you alright? Did something happen?”

You strap yourself into your seat and tilt your head back, digging your nails into your wrist. Anything was better than being awake right now…

“Well, someone's uncharacteristically quiet.”

Still no response. Not even a snarky quip like you'd typically reply with. No nicknames, no bickering, no random fun fact you googled on the way over here. “Did you know that a pig can digest an entire human body, bones and all? That makes me think a little extra every time we pass through the European countryside and see one of them.” 

All he gets is silence from your end, and it starts to worry him. 

That’s when he follows your gaze downwards. You're clutching the left side of your abdomen, trying your best not to make a sound. 

His blood runs cold and his eyes darken. You can feel the pure rage radiating off him. 

“Did he hurt you?”

“No…shit…Sherlock…” you croak out. 

“You're hurt.”

No response again. 

“Y/N, what the hell happened out there and who did this to you?”

More silence. 

“Y/N, what did he do to you? How did he hurt you?”

After several more questions and several more failed replies, he forcefully moves your hand aside. Your shirt is stained a deep red and there's a gaping hole much bigger than Ethan wanted to see. 

“You got shot.” He sighs. “Luther, how much longer?”

“Hour and five, but we can get there in 38.”

“Hurry.”

“On it.”

Ilsa brings him a thick roll of bandages. He tries to be as careful as possible as he disinfects and wraps up your torso, but every so often, you wince in pain. 

“I'm sorry, sweetheart, just a few more minutes,” Ethan hurriedly apologizes. “Hang in there for me, okay?”

Once he's done, he sits down next to you and laces your fingers together, giving your hand a squeeze. You let out a shuddering sigh and slumped against him. 

He pretends not to notice your watering eyes, or the crescent-shaped marks in your wrist. Or the way your left foot nervously taps out the rhythm to yours and his favorite song. Or the way your tears leave faint red tracks behind as they slip down your cheeks. 

“I'm so sorry,” he repeats over and over again, “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”

You don't sleep a wink that night. On any other day in Paris, you'd walk down to the farmer’s market below. You’d pick out Ethan’s favorite fruit and a new beret to have him wear jokingly, and maybe grab a croissant or two. Then you’d drag him along to the Louvre and point out each painting one by one and explain in great detail why you loved them so much. And he’d listen, because he could live purely off the sound of your voice for the rest of his life. He was never one for museums, but you loved them, and because he loved you, he started to love them, too.

But it's dark out, and after what had just happened the other day, you don't feel safe enough to leave the apartment. You tossed and turned for over half an hour before falling asleep, but jolted awake just a few minutes later, shivering violently. There was no way you were going to try and go to sleep again.  

Ethan stirs awake, rubbing his eyes to see a dark figure slipping out the door. 

He's quick to follow you up the staircase and to the rooftop. You're standing there in just a T-shirt (was that his?) and shorts, and it's freezing cold out, but you're sweating and fanning yourself. 

“Y/N?”

You turn around at the sound of his voice. “Ethan…”

“What are you doing up here? I was worried about you.” He makes his way over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, obvious concern on his face. 

You bit your lip and started digging your nails into your wrist again. 

“Talk to me, Y/N,” he pleaded. “Tell me what's wrong.” 

You shook your head, feeling the skin of your wrist beginning to sting. 

“Y/N, please. I want to help you. But I can’t do that when you won't talk to me, so please…tell me what’s going on.” 

“I’m so tired, Ethan,” you finally spoke after a long pause, voice hoarse. “I should’ve—I shouldn’t be here right now, I should be dead because I panicked and I…I almost died. The man, he put the gun to my head and I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. I could’ve sworn to God that the whole ‘thing’ about you seeing your life flash by like a film reel was just a myth but it wasn’t. It scared the shit out of me because I kept seeing the same thing over and over. I thought…”

“What did you see?” he asked, voice gentle. 

“I kept seeing your face. All I saw was your face.” You looked away, suddenly unable to make eye contact with him. Heat spreads across your cheeks. “I know I care about the whole damn team, but you—you’re my future, Ethan.”

He doesn’t say anything in response and instead, leans down to kiss you.

The sudden rush of warmth from his lips being pressed against yours makes you want to forget everything in the world and completely drown in him. This was home, you realized, and this is where I’m supposed to be.

And as the sun rises and spreads a brilliant pale glow over the horizon, Ethan can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was also exactly where he was meant to be. Not fighting bad guys, but rather, standing on the rooftop of a tiny building in the 4th arrondissement with you in his arms and your head against his heart. He thinks he could have a lifetime of this.

“You’re my future, too.”

tags (including those who may be interested! add yourself via this form, if you’d like): @mitchellpete @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @the-multiverse-of-fandoms @ilsastrenchcoat @joyfullyswimmingface​ 

[worldofheroes]

Comfortable

tom cruise x actress!fem!reader

summary: tom finally admits his feelings for you.

warnings: 18+, age gap, friends to lovers, fingering, unprotected sex

wc: 1.4k

a/n: based on this request! hope you enjoy!

As you’re going over today’s script, there’s a knock on your trailer door.

You get up and open it to see Tom standing there.

He gives you a smile. “How’s my favorite co-star doing?”

You laugh. “Come on in, Tom.”

He walks up the steps to the trailer, closing the door behind him.

“I just wanted to check in with you about today’s scene,” Tom says.

You hold up the script you’re still holding. “Been going over it.”

“Are you still okay with the kiss?”

You nod. “Yes, Tom, I am. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“A lot,” he chuckles. “I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable and not doing anything you hate.”

“I appreciate it, Tom, but I’m good with everything.”

Tom nods. “Good. I’ll see you on set.”

“Sounds good.”

Tom leaves your trailer, and you go over the script one more time before you leave.

The shoot goes well, and then it’s time for the kiss.

Sure, you’re a little nervous but you’re not uncomfortable.

Tom moves in, leading the kiss. He pulls you flush against him, and you have your arms around his neck. You’re absolutely lost in his kiss, and it almost feels real, not like the two of you are acting.

The two of you barely hear McQ yell cut.

“Tom!” McQ shouts.

He pulls away from you. “What?”

“I called cut, what are you doing?”

You start to feel your face get hot.

“I guess we were just in the moment,” Tom says, giving you a nudge.

“Mm hm,” you agree, slightly uncomfortable.

“Let’s take a break. Tom, a word?” McQ says.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Tom whispers to you. “I’ll meet with you in a minute, okay?”

You walk away from the set, taking some deep breaths. You feel like you just got in trouble.

“Y/n,” Tom calls out.

You turn around. “Tom,” you say, relieved that he’s finally here.

“Hey, everything’s good, okay?”

You nod.

“C’mere,” Tom says, opening his arms for a hug.

You hesitate for a moment, but accept his hug. He’s been so kind to you during the filming and the two of you have gotten really close. You trust Tom.

“Hey, I wanna talk,” he whispers.

“Sure,” you say.

“Let’s go to my trailer,” he says, offering his hand for you to take.

You hesitate again, but again, you trust him. You take his hand and head to his trailer.

Once in the trailer, you sit beside him on the couch.

“Tom, you’re making me a little nervous,” you tell him.

“Don’t be. Please,” he says gently.

He pauses before he continues.

“I haven’t done this in so long and maybe I’m reading into it too much but y/n, I care for you so much. I think you felt it today with that kiss, it wasn’t just acting…”

You smile softly. “I thought I was reading too much into it, too.”

Tom looks over at you, relieved. “Really?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Tom, I know you’re more suave than this.”

Tom chuckles. “No, I’m actually not.”

You laugh. “Okay, sure, Mr. Tom Cruise.”

Tom pulls you onto his lap. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“Just shut up and kiss me, Tom,” you smile.

Tom smiles too as he leans in and kisses you. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and caress the back of his head, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck. “Tom,” you sigh.

He kisses your temple. “Come home with me tonight.”

You kiss his neck before you sit up again.

“Are you serious?” you ask him.

“What? Of course I’m serious, y/n.”

You study his face. “Okay,” you agree.

Tom kisses you again. “That’s my girl.”

Pause.

“Let’s go,” he smiles.

You nod. He helps you off his lap and leads you to his car.

The ride is silent, but comfortable.

Tom leads you inside, and before you realize what’s happening, you’re pulled against his body and his lips are on yours.

You moan softly.

“I’m sorry, I just… needed to do that,” Tom whispers.

“Don’t stop,” you tell him, kissing him again.

He wraps his arms even tighter around you, pulling you across the house into the bedroom. Tom gently pushes you onto the bed.

“Tom,” you whisper as he crawls on top of you.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

You nod. “Yes.”

He smiles softly before kissing you again. His hands become needy, touching every inch of your body.

Your own hands follow suit, finally being able to touch Tom in a more intimate way than you ever have.

A warm hand slides under your shirt, settling on your waist.

You start to pull on his shirt, and he gets the message quickly. Breaking from the kiss briefly, he pulls his shirt off.

Feeling the warmth radiating from his body fills your senses. Your fingers lightly move across the soft skin and defined muscles, receiving a soft moan from Tom.

He starts to pull your shirt up, and you help him take it off of you. It gets tossed to the floor as you go back for a kiss, now deteriorating into sloppy, wet kisses as the two of you get more comfortable and wanting more.

“Sweetheart,” Tom mumbles against your lips.

“Please,” you beg.

Tom starts to kiss your jaw, down your neck to your collarbone, then down your chest and torso.

He works on getting your jeans off, pulling them and your panties down your legs to get discarded onto the floor with everything else.

“Shit,” he mutters as he brings a hand to his mouth, coating his fingers with saliva.

Your hips buck in anticipation.

Tom meets your cunt with his fingers, rubbing your clit before teasing your hole.

You arch your back in pleasure as he works at you.

“Already so wet for me,” Tom growls.

You nod frantically. He glances up to meet your eyes, his own dark and filled with lust.

He pushes one finger in, moaning with you as he does.

“Oh, Tom,” you moan, closing your eyes.

He works his finger in and out, curling up against your walls, and petting you.

“Yes,” he groans, inserting another finger.

You moan with pleasure as the second finger stretches you just a little bit more.

After a minute, you reach down and grab his wrist. The motion of his fingers stops. He looks up at you, waiting.

“Tom, I need… I need your cock,” you whisper.

He slowly pulls his fingers out. Tom watches you as he rids himself of his jeans and boxers, freeing his hard cock from the restraints.

He wraps his hand around himself, stroking his cock just a couple of times before he lines himself up with your wet cunt.

As he pushes in, he closes his eyes and groans.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you mutter, running your hands up his arms.

He groans again as he bottoms out against you.

“Shit,” you sigh. “So fucking big.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ll cum right now if you keep talking like that,” he sighs.

You pull him down against you and kiss him. He starts to thrust his hips ever so slightly against you, helping you warm up to his size.

“Baby,” you groan in his ear. “Harder.”

Tom happily complies with your order, picking up the pace.

The sounds of skin on skin contact, your whimpers, and his groans fill the air. He continues to go harder and faster, pounding into you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

Pleasure fills your abdomen, and you try to hold on longer.

“I’m gonna come, oh, I’m gonna come,” you whine.

Tom groans. “Come on my cock.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before you come undone, walls clenching hard around Tom’s cock.

As your walls clench, Tom finds his orgasm, filling you with his warm cum.

The two of you stay there for a moment, hanging onto your highs as long as you can before moving.

Tom leans down and kisses you gently.

“Felt… so good,” you murmur against his lips.

“You… are amazing,” he tells you, slipping his cock out of you.

He lays beside you, wrapping his arms around you.

“You know, I always wondered how actors don’t fall for each other when working on films,” you say.

“There’s plenty of one night stands,” Tom replies.

“Is that what this is?”

“No, not at all.” He kisses your head.

“I’m so much younger than you, Tom,” you mutter.

“I don’t care.”

“Okay, I don’t either,” you smile, giving him another kiss. Tom chuckles.

He holds you tighter. “Stay with me.”

You nod. “I want to.”

Tom smiles and kisses the top of your head. You wiggle closer to his body, perfectly content being by his side.

[malavera]

Aftercare — Ethan Hunt’s Headcanon

Ethan Hunt is Ethan Hunt

looks may not as scary as he projects but he is

to his enemies underneath, his charms is just a façade

but not with you, and to you

he might be dangerous but he’s such a big fur ball with you

he treats you so good, you thought it was all an act so he could dig up some kind of secrets that you hold as if you’re working for a serious bad people

when in fact the only crime you ever did was steal a candy back when you were 11 years old

thats not the point though

you love him, dearly

you love how he’s big and bad towards everyone but not to you

especially in bed;

although he likes to have it rough with you, spanking you, treating you like a whore

the sex was all worth it because after that, he won’t make you feel like one

once your body plopped down against the bed along with his, he would instantly coddle you

“baby, are you okay?”

“did i hurt you?”

“let me see, were you hurt? was i too hard?”

he would kiss the part of your body where he laid his hands on or when he gripped you

“i’ll be right back baby.” the sentence is always spoken, and with a kiss on the forehead

he would get up from bed and fetch a warm towel to clean you up

he would be gentle around some areas, in fact he’s all too gentle

“hey, baby, come on let’s go pee. you need to pee, come on come on.” in a cute way, playfully slapping your thighs to get you up and accompany you to the bathroom

once everything is settled, its cuddle time underneath the warm sheets

and he would ask again

“baby tell me, did i hurt you? was i too hard?”

“i don’t want to hurt you.”

you would smile and shook your head no

“you could never hurt me, ethan. i loved it. and i love you.”

with that kind of response he would leave kisses all over your face

“you know i love you most, baby.”

[the-vixen]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 13 PART 14 -------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

This takes place throughout the events of ghost protocol. There will be a change in the story and the events of the mission impossible 2 and 3. Ethan and Julia never got married, a certain amount of information will be changed that will be revealed in the story.

"Y/n you weren't the reason I went to rankov! you were in a coma!" 

"What?"

You looked at him in shock, that wasn't possible. You were never in a coma and you never have been. You were just in the infirmary for a day and that was it. Even if you were, it wouldn't erase your fuck up and why Ethan really went to prison. The secretary would've told you. It would've been reflected in your record. 

Ethan took another step towards you. "You risked your life to protect the asset...they bombed the warehouse in order to kill two birds with one stone.." he began explaining. "You risked your life but the explosion knocked you out cold...you were unresponsive and bleeding when I found you...and.." he took a breath, "the asset was working with them. She had the IMF fooled and she was ready to have her men kill you.....I....I couldn't let that happen." he watched you.

You stayed quiet, confusion overtaking your features as you desperately tried to recall any semblance of the events Ethan's recounted. 

"You were in the infirmary for two months...unconscious....the medics said you were lucky to be alive and recommend benching you...so I told the secretary to bench you." he confessed. 

You looked at him and stepped back. 

Ethan told him to bench you? 

why?

Your silent question went answered by him, "I told him to make something up that you wouldn't fight against....he decided to pull you from IMF and put you on probation....and I signed off on it.." Ethan continued. 

Your emotions cycloned within you. 

Confusion, frustration, guilt, betrayal. 

Ethan got you pulled from the IMF.

Ethan encouraged it. 

why?

Because you got hurt? 

Because a fucking doctor recommended it? 

"I was gonna be your handler but Julia got abducted..." he watched you. "but her kidnappers weren't after Julia....they were after you." 

What the fuck?

You watched Ethan, "why....why would they be after me..?" 

He took a breath and answered, hesitant, "they assumed we were together. They knew your name and profile...but not face. they abducted Julia thinking she was you and wanted to use you against me for something that happened before Ukraine....and I knew that once they realize Julia's not you...theyd kill her and come after you..." he explained.

"why does it matter? you shouldve let them and gotten Julia back---you shouldve bargained--" 

"--I couldn't let another person hurt you." he cut you off. 

Waves of shock kept moving over you as each piece of the puzzle was revealed. 

"Those Serbians..." you began. 

"..They were mercenaries out to get you...I took them down and went to rankov to find out about Hendricks and the person who knew about you." 

You closed your eyes, "and Julia?" 

"Julia....she..she knew. before she was taken she knew how I really felt and she told me that it was best if we separated. I wanted her to live her life without any ties back to me so I asked Luther to help me build a new life for her." Ethan watched you. 

"how you really felt?" you asked then, each piece of information bringing new questions to the table. 

"How I felt about you." Ethan took a step towards you and cupped your cheek. 

You looked at him hesitantly, unsure of where this was going, "how....how do you feel about me Ethan..?" you whispered, electricity running through you as soon as he touched your cheek. 

"Im...Im fucking crazy about you y/n..." he confessed, your heart stopping at his words. "I knew from the day I met you that you'd be death of me. I knew from the time in Ukraine I loved you and I would do anything to keep you safe. I knew after seeing you in the infirmary I cannot and I dont want to exist in a world where you aren't alive...." his other hand came up to your waist. 

"All I could think about in Rankov was how much I missed you and I needed you. I needed to hear you, to see you, to listen to you taunt me and nag me and do all the crazy shit with me. to watch your hair fall into your face and to listen to you rant about the latest thing you've learned and to sparr with you and watch that cocky smile appear on your face whenever you win. You've been with me through everything and you know me better than I know myself and It killed me to be away from you. To not know how you were doing and handling the probation. I knew it would hurt you but I needed to keep you safe because I couldn't see you in that state again..I knew it had to be that way in order to ensure your safety.....when you showed up with Jane I couldn't believe it and all I could think about was how much more beautiful you got since the last time I saw you and how much danger you could be because of this mission...." 

"ive just wanted to kiss you since I first saw you but I had to make sure that this mission wouldn't hurt you..I hated playing into your doubts and fears of yourself and your intuition y/n...I had to work in the moment but there's never been a second where I truly doubted you. id trust you with my life..I always will..I just wasn't ready to play with yours..." Ethan looked into your eyes.  

You struggled for words, emotional and mesmerized by everything hes said. You felt angry at him but to an extent if the roles were reversed you would've done the same. amongst all the waves in your mind, you asked, "the kiss...in Mumbai..."

Ethan's thumb caressed your cheek, looking over the details of your face. "I could've tested my hunch another way..but I just...it was so hard...I told myself that if It confirms or denies my hunch it'd be worth it but I had to kiss you...it felt like everything ive been doing was worth it...I would've kissed you in Dubai but I had to protect your feelings...I didnt want to overstep my grounds...." his mouth traced your lips. "but then you looked like that in that dress and you moaned when I kissed you and your lips suddenly became so fucking addicting...."

You bit your lower lip, eyes falling half lidded as your mind flashed back to the kiss. So full passion, so full of unsaid confessions. a new addition to the secret language you shared with Ethan. 

"Fuck..." he muttered, watching your action. "this is a challenge isn't it?" 

You hummed, your hand sliding up his chest and going to rest on the back of his neck. 

"y/n.." he warned, "you've always been a fox, yknow that?" he muttered under his breath. 

"What do you mean...Ethan..?" you looked up at him. "im just...letting myself go too....its not been easy without you....I hated it.." you admitted.

Ethan met your gaze, before moving forward to capture your lips in his own. 

Just like Mumbai, a fire ignited in your chest as you kissed him back eagerly, pulling him to you as if he didnt immediately press you against him. Your lips moved in tandem with his, releasing every emotion and unsaid confession against each other. You stumbled back as he kissed you deeper, falling onto your bed and pulling him with you. 

Ethan, ever efficient, didnt break the kiss, moving his hands over your body and tangling his fingers into your hair, kissing you passionately. 

You broke apart for air, watching him move ontop of you and kiss your neck, "Ethan.." you called softly, cupping his cheek. He looked at you and turned his head to kiss your palm. "dont leave...please..regardless if you think I might be in danger...even if I am...let me handle it..ill be fine.." you requested softly. 

You knew this would disrupt the moment, but before you both went any further you need to make sure he knew. 

"Please. I want to be with you..we're team..I want us to stay that way too.." you spoke. 

Ethan closed his eyes briefly, "okay..okay...I promise to protect you.." he whispered, kissing your lips. 

You kissed him back, content.

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That's it for this series! thank you for reading this far. The story doesn't end here for these two though; follow them through the events of Rogue Nation and see what further secrets Y/n has hidden away ..

[harmonity-vibes]

IMAGINE

Author: Harmonity-vibes

A day with your sweetheart and secret agent, Ethan.

[mischievous-thunder]

Person A, a morning person: We need to sleep early and wake up at 6 a.m. and go for a jog.

Person B, a night owl: It'll be a lot easier for me to stay awake till 6 a.m. than to wake up at 6 a.m.

[lieutenantfloyd]

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

[honeymvnt]

I want it all [18+]

Ethan Hunt x !fem!reader

Words count: 3.4k

A/N: After hearing about the death of every member of his team, Ethan realizes that he’s the only one left alive, or at least this is what he thought before you found him again.

Warnings: Ethan in Mission Impossible 1 is a warning…. Jk, again this is a smut so you know what you’re doing.

This is for my Mav, girl I love you @mqverick 🎀

It was early in the morning when you came back to the apartment where you and the rest of the team settled down to organize the whole mission.

A lot have happened since the beginning of the operation and you couldn't come to think that everyone was dead.

The sequence of events went so fast that you found yourself roaming through the cold streets in the hope that no one was following you, with your thoughts glued on how everything went terribly wrong. The annoying taste of them was leading your mind to think about the only person you knew could've saved himself, Ethan.

It was around four in the morning when you quietly climbed the stairs of the building and the suspense was devouring you and you didn't even want to think about what you had to tell to Kittridge, how to deal with him and what have happened and why you were the only one left alive.

You were so focused on your own reflections, on your fears and preoccupations that you didn't even notice that there were two light bulbs missing from the lamp walls hanging at the end of the hallway.

You approached the room, making sure to be quiet enough not to make any noise but broken glasses echoed through the whole building when you stepped in front of the door.

The glass kept cracking under your feet and you hurried yourself inside to lock the door behind you as fast as you could.

The big room was still, weirdly still like never before. You looked on your left as you caught your reflection on the tall windows that were showing the beautiful Prague in front of them.

Your eyes scanned the area until when you noticed that somebody have been there before you.

"Ethan?" You called him, walking towards the table where his computer was open on some website you've never seen before. You tried to recall where you've seen the logo before but once again your eyes made their way down the book next to it. When you tried to reach for it a hand grabbed your wrist and within a second your back was pressed against the wall and your breath stopped in your throat before your eyes shot open to meet his.

He was alive. You knew it. With a gun pointed right in front of your face and his arm locking you againts the wall as if you were the enemy. He was different from when you've seen him a couple of hours earlier: his eyes were a bit red with such rage that you didn't even recognize yourself. Your heart started to pound against your chest when you noticed that he wasn't letting go of you as you thought he would've.

"Ethan... what are you doing?" Your voice was shaky, your eyes fixated into his while you tried to get rid of his grip but the muscles of his arms tensed even more, his eyes darkened and the gun followed you.

"Turn around" your lips parted, ready to protest but you couldn't believe at what was happening right there. As complicated as the situation was already, you didn't want to upset him even more and so, you did as he ordered you to.

Ethan quickly grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back while the gun was slolwy moved down your back and remained there.

"Who sent you?" His whole body was now against yours, pressing against your back, trying to get an answer out of you, an aswer you didn't even have since that all you did was coming back like the rules say.

"No one..." you replied, trying to understand his position in all of this.

"Bullshit" Ethan said and spun you around to face you again.

"Who the fuck sent you?" You shook your head almost with desperation as you heard the sound of the bullet loading the gun, ready to shoot if needed and you knew you had to make him reason and break whatever defense he was trying to build against you.

"No one, no one sent me" His eyebrows were frowned and his hands were putting even more pressure around your wrists as he dragged you into the bedroom.

"Ethan? I don't understand..." you confessed as he put the gun into his pants and started to move his hands all over you.

"Where have you been?" His voice was against your neck and his hands were having no mercy on your body as they moved from your legs, up to your stomach and under your breasts, looking for something.

"Ethan stop this..." you tried to move away but he didn't let you.

He did not care how far this was going and besides how scared you were and how in disbelief you were about the way he was acting with you, you found it almost arousing.

"Where have you been mm?" He asked you again, turning your body around so you were facing him once again. He held you in place, letting his intense gaze devour you whole, and waited for the answer as if everything in the world depended on it.

"I... I was- looking for you" you said trying to make him reason but he didn't seem open to that and held you with both of his big hands and pinned you down on the bed.

You were almost in tears but the excitement that you were still trying to deny from yourself was even worse. How could you even find something like this attractive? Yet, there you were, almost begging for more but hiding it with tears of fake terror.

"You were looking for me" he said quickly, while his hands moved down your waist and squeezed your hips.

You unconsciously let out a whimper when he did that and his eyes immedialtly looked up towards yours. He tilted his head and a smirk made the corner of his lips curl like you've never seen before. All of this was new to you and you were still trying to process the previous hours you've spent roaming through the streets, hoping to find him alive, safe.

"You were looking for me?" Ethan asked while his hands forcefully spread your legs in front of him and his body was once again pressed against yours.

He was staring down at you, studying every single emotion you were letting out, the slightest noises you were making because of him and you haven't even noticed how hot you felt when he hovered above you in such way.

You swallowed hard and your lips parted to speak, to at least try to ptotest but as humiliating as it was right now, you wanted it, you wanted it real badly and he knew it.

Maybe he knew it all along, before all of this mess, before the whole mission. Maybe he wanted you for so long that the shock of losing you made him so scared and mad that he needed to be like this to have you.

Or maybe he knew something that you didn't and it was hard for him to trust you.

"Not speaking again?" Ethan grabbed your cheeks with a hand and forced you to stare at him "who sent you?" He asked once again but you gave him no answer.

He let go of your face and moved his hands roughly down on you again until when he found the end of your sweater and took it off of your body.

He looked at you and devoured you with those eyes of his as you noticed how his breathing fastened and his hands were desperately trying to touch all of you.

"You like this..." he said frowning when his attention focused on the way your body was responding.

He wasn't happy about it, obviously because he knew there was something wrong going on but you were not talking, you were simply not giving him what he wanted from you.

Ethan held your chin and spoke again with that tone that was making you dripping wet "you like being treated like this" his jaw clenched and your lips parted looking at his.

His hand slowly moved up your cheek and your eyes were not leaving his, not even for a second before he crashed his lips on yours. Never in your life you had such a kiss and only god knows for how long you've been waiting to be kissed by him like that.

He was so fast that without even realizing his hands were holding your thighs around his waist and his lips were roughly kissing all of your body.

You weren't able to form a single sentence nor a single thought besides embracing what he was doing to you.

When his hands reached for your trousers he quickly pulled them down your legs, until your ankles before tossing them away.

His mouth was consuming you in the most lustful way a human can even imagine and you couldn't help yourself but moan his name, bite your lips and wrap your legs around him even tighter.

You both didn't know how desperate you were for each other until now. You didn't know what the hell was going on in this room and how many people were looking for the both of you by now and you didn't care about it, just like you didn't care about how wrong this was, considering the circumstances.

He kissed your lips over and over again, forcing his tongue into your mouth and you weren't hesitanting to let him have you.

"I saw you dying" he said panting, between a kiss and another while your hands moved down his, still clothed, chest.

"It doesn't matter" you kissed him back and took off his shirt before he held your waist and pulled you even closer to his body.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and with a swift move you were now on top of him with one of his arms was holding you in place.

"It does matter..." he said after you, looking up at you waiting for an answer but instead, you moved on his lap and spread your legs while your hands undid the buckle of his belt.

"It does..." he continued but a moan escaped from his lips when you kissed his lips again.

"Does it?" You asked confidently now, but when his hands run up your back and his mouth moved down your neck, until your chest, you lost it.

He felt the tension in your muscles and smirked against your skin.

"Yeah...it does" he whispered and his fingers moved along your sides, making their way down your thighs as you shivered and arched you back towards him. You bit your lips at the feeling and your eyes fell shut when he reached the waistband of your underwear and slowly pulled them down your thighs.

The anticipation was killing you, making your lungs suffer from the heavy breathing and your mouth wet at the thought of kissing him again. You didn't even want to confess how sensitive you already were just because of all that happened, how quickly it was happening and how insanely attractive he was.

When his cold fingers touched you right where you were needing him the most, without even a warning, your hands suddenly tightened on his shoulders and the moan that you let out made him bite his lips to kill his own.

He spread your wetness all over your folds and you tried your best not to let out a sound , just to prove him that you could've resisted if you really wanted to.

Ethan was watching you, your every expression of pleasure he was causing you, your every movement and sound and you knew he wanted you more, he needed more.

"Let me hear you" he demanded, pinning you down on the bed again, making a moan escape from your lips while his his fingers started to stretch you out and his eyes were locked into yours.

"Fuck-" you said before taking a deep and quick breath

"Yes just like that" he smirked down at you and started to kiss your lips, going lower and lower.

You were struggling beneath him but it was the kind of struggle that turned him on, the kind of effort he liked from you and he was just as good as you imagined at making you sweat for it. Yes you've been imagining this all along and you were craving for it. You were dying to feel all of this, to feel him and the more you thought about how many fantasies you had with him the more you felt turned on by them.

His hands were caressing your skin, gripping on it to make sure to leave a mark afterwards so you had no other choice than stick with him.

"Ethan-" you gasped when he started to slide his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit the right spot and make your eyes roll back. Your hips started to move along with his pace until when you didn't even realize that he had stopped moving and you were just riding them yourself.

He watched you with amusement and excitement, feeling his cock throb just at the thought of how tightly you were gripping his fingers inside of you and how wet you were getting after each pump of them.

His hand moved down to remove his boxers and free himself from the struggle.

You kept rolling your hips forward before he wrapped his huge arm around your waist and quickly switched position so you were on top of him again.

He looked up at you with eyes full of thrist for you and all you did was wrapping your arms around his neck and kiss him, bringing your body even closer to his so your chest was pressed against his.

Your hands slowly moved down his torso before you glanced down at him and he captured your lips in his again.

You adjusted yourself on his lap, biting your lips even harder than before, feeling his hard cock right against your stomach.

"Ride it" he said looking up at you and only then you noticed how bright they were, how much desperation he was holding back since the first moment he met you. He would've begged you if needed but as excited and ready as you were, you preferred to save it for another occasion.

You slowly stood up from him and placed both of your hands on his shoulders while his moved up your back, to bring you closer. He gently helped you down on his cock as you bit your lips to kill another desperate moan, trying to let your mind ignore how big he was and just take it as deeper as you could.

"fuck-" he groaned holding your hips in place, breathing heavily against your skin as you whined at how well he was stretching you out, feeling it throb in anticipation when your wet walls started to grip onto him for dear life.

The pleasure was taking over you as your mind was taken away by his images scrolling right in front of your closed eyes before you suddenly felt his hand moving up your stomach to cup one of your breasts and squeeze it lightly.

"Ethan-" you moaned feeling how hot his skin was against yours and how his lips parted when you looked back at him. Your movements became sloppier when he kissed your mouth and moved down to nibble on the skin of your chest while his hand slowly made its way up to the back of your neck.

"C'mon babe" Ethan said breathless as he noticed how much you were struggling to take it but you were so close to the edge, so close to let it go but holding back to make it last longer.

"I can't-" you cried out as your head fell backwards and  your nails dug into his skin before he held you down on the bed once again.

He was still inside of you but he was staring at you, at how beautiful you looked right beneath him, with your cheeks changing shades of pink and your long dark lashes touching the top of your eyes.

"You're so... beautiful" he whispered, bending down to kiss your cheek but moving down your neck to kiss you as if he knew this would've been the first and last time you were doing this.

Your eyes fell shut and all you felt was your body melting within his, the hotness of his skin and the tension in his muscles as he held himself right above you.

"Please Ethan..." you whispered as your hands moved down his arms and his eyes returned to yours and sparkled at your words.

You were trying to read him, to understand what was going on through his mind while he was looking at you like this, if he was even aware of what was going on but his lips were too tempting and you found yourself putting your thoughts aside and kissing him before he started to move back and forth.

"Please?" Ethan asked against your lips as he felt how your grip tightened around his arms and you nodded in response, keeping your eyes closed to savor the moment.

His thrusts were slow and torturous, making yourself wetter and his movements smoother inside you.

“Faster” you moaned and he didn’t hesitate to give you what you asked for.

Ethan sped up his pace, holding you down and hitting the same spot repeatedly to make you arch your back for and more, making your eyes wet with tears and your body burn beneath his.

One of his hands was holding your thigh around him and the other was still holding you in pace as yours were tightening even more around the skin of his arms.

Your chest was rising and falling quickly and the noises he was making were only driving you insane and dangerously close to your break point.

“I wanted you for so long” Ethan said closer to your ear before kissing your jaw and moving down your neck.

His words filled your heart, wrapped around it and squeezed it between your lungs as you felt his love embracing you. You gave in even more.

Your walls clenching over and over again around him, making Ethan’s eyes fall shut and his grasp on you even tighter.

“Me too…” you confessed and watched him move above you as if it was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen in your life and it really was.

You felt the knot in your stomach growing uncontrollably as he keep sliding in and out of you, kissing your lips, trying to be as quiet as possible but it was impossible.

“I’m- going to…” you managed to say between a gasp and another but Ethan kissed you and spoke up again before you could.

“Let go for me” the way he made you shiver just with those words was all you needed to reach the peak.

Your lips parted again and tears steamed down your cheeks before he buried his face in the crook of neck and moaned your name.

“Oh god-“ Your walls clenched painfully as you came all over him and he emptied himself inside of you, groaning against your skin and breathing heavily as pleasure washed over the two of you.

He didn’t move away yet and his eyes slowly met yours once again and you really couldn’t help yourself anymore but smile at how they sparkled at you.

Ethan smiled back at you and hugged you as tight as he could.

All the tension that the night had built, all the losses that you both went through, the fear you experienced when you knew everyone didn’t survive and the joy that hit you when you saw that he was still alive, waiting for you with terror in his eyes as if you were a ghost coming back to take him with you or even an enemy… it was all gone.

You held him with all the strength left in your body and his hand stroked your hair, his lips trailed kissed down your neck as he spoke to you.

“I thought I’d lost you” you smiled at his words and tears fell down your cheeks once again.

“You will never lose me” you met his eyes as you cleft your heart talk to him “never”.

He smiled back at you and kissed your whole face, making sure not to leave any spot unkissed before he laid down with you and held you close to him, to make sure nothing could’ve separated the two of you.

“Never”

[kaffiko]

a risky game

pairing - tom cruise x fem!reader summary - after your friend on set tells you she likes tom, you realise that they can't happen, because you like tom, and you know you need to confess your feelings before it's too late. warnings - a dash of angst, but mostly just fluff word count - 2.1k a/n - first fic! can you spot the tiniest jerry maguire reference?

you recalled the first time you'd met tom cruise. he was so incredibly handsome. his large, deep, green eyes and his shiny brunette hair... he was majestic. not only was he dazzling, but tom was driven and talented. when he introduced himself, shaking your hand, his voice was deep and charismatic.

although you had worked with many huge movie stars throughout your career, none of them came close to the way tom made you feel. he wanted you to be comfortable, like you were made to be a part of the cast. it was one of his ideas to make the movie a more authentic experience. you supposed that was why you never acted on your feelings. he was determined, and focused on his career. it seemed as if tom could never be interested in a relationship with someone on set.

as the filming continued, you kept your feelings towards tom bottled up inside you. you talked to him completely out of professionalism. of course, you didn't want to be awkward around him, so you told him stories of your family, your career, and he did the same. you learned so many amazing things about him, his family, how he raised up into the industry. the only thing that did was make you want him more. but you knew, attraction was a risky game.

tom was kind to everyone, though he had a special spot for you. he'd had many lead roles with various actresses, who were all beautiful and charming, but they weren't even close to being in the same vicinity as you. he knew you were oblivious to it, but you were on his mind twenty-four-seven, no one else. the first day tom laid eyes on you, shook your hand, saw your beautiful smile, he knew he had fallen for you. he was entranced by your gorgeous y/e/c eyes, y/h/c hair, your slight pink cheeks, everything. to him, everything about you was flawless.

as much as tom wanted you, he knew he could never have you. he was a couple years older than you, and so immensely famous that everyone he'd ever been with was scared of the news circulating them. tom didn't ever want that to happen to you.

consequently, the two of you kept your feelings for each other to yourselves. exchanging glances, smiles, and small talk was all you could ever do.

now, you find yourself in tom's arms. his shirt is off, with you still fully clothed, though both your lips were puffy and pink from the previous kiss, make-out, whatever you want to call it, scene. it was heavenly. kissing tom was exactly how you envisioned it, like having a taste of something delicious, but you had to share it with your sibling. his lips were soft on yours, but the kiss was rough. your hands ran through his fluffy hair, melting completely into him. meanwhile, tom's left hand was placed firmly on your waist, while his right was moving up and down your body. you swore you heard him groan into your mouth at one point.

tom, himself, the director, and the producers loved the scene, but tom loved it on a whole other level, and in a completely different way. having your lips on his felt like a dream that he wanted to last forever. after that scene, tom loved you even more, if that was even possible.

your makeup artist, hanna, would often give you a lecture on how you should confess to tom. she knew everything about everyone, including how the two of you were apparently 'head over heels' for one another. hanna was the same makeup artist for almost everyone, since they wanted to spend more money on sets instead of makeup, so she was on top of all the gossip. half the time, you were still part asleep, so you paid no attention. that is, until she mentioned someone else was soon going to shoot her shot.

"i'm sorry, what?!" you semi-yelled, fully aware there were other actors still getting ready. your makeup artist nodded at you.

"yep. little miss lindsay turner is going to go for your man! you can't let that happen, can you?" hanna grinned. god, she was trying to get to you, and it was working.

you and lindsay certainly weren't close friends, but she was the only person you talked to at lunch besides tom. despite all the chatter that was going around, you never would have imagined lindsay actually liking tom. sometimes, she would get a little touchy, holding onto his arm as she giggled, and although you thought it was a little weird at first, you knew it was all platonic. at least, that's what you thought you knew.

it made you nervous. for the first time in your life, after a long time, you felt fear, and all the happy thoughts from the past few days had disintegrated into thin air. lindsay was undeniably beautiful. everyone admired her luscious red hair - they thought she was prettiest red head they'd seen in their entire lives. it hurt to say that you did, sort of, agree. tom could look even better with a girl like lindsay, why would he ever choose you?

lindsay and tom also had a lot in common, she was delighted to work with someone who was just as motivated as she was. she spoke with such confidence in her voice that it washed away all that was in yours. you felt invisible whenever lindsay was in the same room as you.

you sighed, looking at hanna hopelessly, "what do i do, hanna?"

she smiled, "well, i'm gonna make you look extra good today, even though you already look perfect on a daily basis. luckily for you, you have one of those date scenes with tom, so you need to look glammed up anyway. getting him to fall for you, not like he hasn't already," she winked, "is all about your mentality. you need to hint that you are thinking about tom in the scene, and not his character."

hanna was right. today, had, yet another, scene where you needed to kiss tom. she continued, "you need to make him love you, no one gives a damn about professionalism and his character, and what not." she finished your makeup, which was stunning, and handed you your costume. by the time she was done with the finishing touches, even you admitted you looked good.

"can we get y/n on in two minutes?" a voice from outside called.

"alright, y/n, go get him girl." hanna breathed out, patting your shoulders. you smiled at her quickly before leaving the room.

when tom saw you, his jaw quite literally dropped. he always found you stunning, but today, you were a different kind of stunning. you approached him, smiling warmly. "hey," you said.

his eyes scanned you quickly. you felt your cheeks heat up. was tom cruise really checking you out? "wow," tom chuckled, breathlessly, "you look... great."

you laughed lightly, stunned by his shocked expression, "thank you. you do too."

tom was dressed in a crisp, white dress shirt, paired with black slacks. his outfit matched with your sparkling, white dress and black heels. the scene was meant to be at a fancy restaurant, where tom's character took yours out on a date, and near the end, the two of you would share a passionate kiss. you couldn't help but smirk as lindsay discreetly gritted her teeth.

there were only a few minutes left before the shooting of the scene started, though that didn't stop lindsay from pulling you aside just as you were about to walk into the room. "hey, y/n," lindsay whispered, "i need to tell you something."

you looked at her, about ninety percent sure of what she was going to say next. "you have to promise you won't tell anyone though," she added.

you placed a hand on her shoulder. that was one of the many things lindsay hated about you. you were so, so kind, it made her feel guilty of how much she despised you. occasionally, she would think to herself, 'it's just a man', but it really wasn't just a man. it was tom cruise. lindsay was extremely envious of you. while you didn't know it, every single member of the cast was wrapped around your finger, especially tom. lindsay knew there was no way of competing against you. so, in order to score tom, she thought she had to do what she had originally been dreading.

"i promise. your secret's safe with me." you whispered back.

lindsay took a deep breath, then sighed it out, "i like tom." the words were like bullets, piercing your flesh, and racing straight through. you saw it coming, yet here you are, speechless. just when everything was going well for you, a pretty girl like lindsay had to ruin it.

"i-" you stuttered, struggling to even find words, "tom's great. he's an amazing and talented guy, you should totally shoot your shot."

lindsay beamed at your words, thrilled you didn't yell at her. "that's exactly what i was thinking!" she squealed, "i was going to tell him today, but i wanted your approval first. you know, girl best friends never let another girl steal them."

such a backhanded statement. you could feel the glare she gave you from a mile away. 'approval', 'girl best friend', 'steal'. you decided that if she said another word, you would hire a hitman to crawl into her trailer and stab her.

to save yourself trouble, you cut the conversation short, "you're absolutely right. you need to tell him, he actually really likes you. he thinks you're beautiful." you purposely used the same tone of voice as her and dragged out the 'beautiful'. "i need to go now. good luck, lindsay!"

lindsay watched as you walked down the hall, your glossy hair swishing each step you took. she was relieved she didn't need to say anything more.

she felt her hope fade each time she conversed with you, and this time, it might have just all gone away.

your mouth curved into a small smile just as tom placed his hand on top of yours. the cameras were solely on the two of you. tom's eyes were staring directly into your own, his gaze safe and lustful. "you're beautiful." he said, still looking attentively at you. you stayed silent, as mentioned in the script, but you continued smiling.

tom leaned in, just slightly. you did the same a couple seconds later, and soon, the two of you were almost touching. you felt his warm breath graze against your lips. tom leaned in a little more, placing one small kiss, then pulling away. you loved it. so much, that you wanted more. you leaned in again. this time, the kiss was different. it was as if you found the delicious delicacy again, and needed to selfishly devour the whole thing.

the director yelled cut, and the two of you pulled apart. after that kiss, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

you couldn't keep looking at tom every day and pretend you didn't feel more than friendship. you couldn't talk to tom, and hide away everything you wanted to tell him. attraction was a risky game, but it was one you were willing to play.

"tom." he was still sitting across from you. his head was bowed down to fix his shirt, but he looked up at the sound of your voice.

"i love you." you managed to say through shaky breaths.

tom smiled, shaking his head, "y/n, the camera isn't rolling anymore."

"no," you stopped tom, "i'm serious. let me say it again. i love you."

he was frozen. the most still you'd ever seen anyone be. tom couldn't believe the words that had just come out of your mouth. all these moments, where he could've said something, and didn't, were suddenly all a waste of time. if only he had known earlier, he could've stopped himself from this misery of hiding his, clearly obvious, feelings.

"i totally understand if you don't feel the same, i mean, you're a huge movie-" you were immediately cut off by tom's lips crashing onto yours. you instantly kissed back. you were finally kissing tom cruise, off camera. it was complete bliss.

"i love you too." tom said, bringing your hand up and placing small kisses on your knuckles.

on the side, lindsay was only slightly angry. she was definitely jealous, but she had realised just how amazing you were for tom. he looked at you with such love in his eyes, she came to the conclusion that he would never look at anyone else the same.

you were too happy to notice lindsay, though you would've been glad to know she wasn't fuming.

you were focused entirely on tom, and he was focused entirely on you. attraction was a risky game, and it was one you had won.

[writings-of-a-demigod]

The team was waiting for you to arrive before taking off. Ethan chooses the team for this mission Luther, Ilsa, Benji and you.

“They should’ve been here by now.” Benji commented.

“Have some patient Benji they’re gonna be here.” Ethan told him.

They heard the motorbike before they saw you, making your way to the private jet.

“Luther tell the pilot to get ready for takeoff.” Ethan smiled when he saw the sign of you.

You stopped the bike and took of the hamlet and showed a big smile. Hopping off the bike Ethan was smiling at you and spread his arms for a hug.

“It’s about time.” Benji said.

You jumped into Ethan’s arms “Oh shut it Dunn.” You hugged him so tight “How I missed you.” You whispered into the hug.

Ethan chuckled “I missed you too bug.”

“You know you could hug on the plane, right?” Benji told you two.

Parting away from Ethan’s hug you glared at Benji “What got your panties in a twist dude?” making your way to the stairs to get into the plane.

“Ha ha ha don’t call me dude.” He pointed at you.

Luther saw you enter the plane and stood up from his chair “Well if it wasn’t my favorite person.”

“Luther my baby” You opened your arms to hug him “How are you?”

“I’m doing great now that you’re here.” He hugged you and kissed your head.

 You saw Ilsa smiling at the both of you “And there she is the love of my life, my wife.” You said to her before hugging her and taking your seat next to Luther.

“How come I didn’t get a hug?” You heard Benji

You raised your eyebrow at him “Well you were being an ass so no hugs for you.”

“No, I wasn’t” he argued.

“Yes, you were.” You argued back.

“No, I wasn’t.”

And you two just kept going back and forth with this.

“It’s gonna be a long mission with these two.” Luther told Ilsa and Ethan and they just laughed.

a/n: This is for @tomcruiseishot I'm still working on the Jack Reacher so I will post it when I'm done.

*gif not mine*

[worldofheroes]

It’s the Glasses

ethan hunt x fem!reader

summary: your lawyer gets you out of a sticky situation… and then back into one.

warnings: 18+, angst, language, unprotected sex

wc: 1.1k

a/n: based on this request! It has a little more angst than I intended but here we are 😂 I also had reader say Ethan’s name so much I didn’t realize lol. Hope y’all like it!

“I’m not going to tell you anything. Get me a lawyer,” you tell the men in the interrogation room.

The men sigh, and then leave the room.

You fidget in your seat, the handcuffs being too tight on your wrists.

The door to the room opens again.

“Well your lawyer just showed up,” one man says.

“What? You got me a lawyer already?” you ask.

“He says you’re a client of his.”

The door opens further to reveal Ethan, dressed in slacks, a white shirt and a vest… and is he wearing glasses?

“Right,” you sigh. “Thank you.”

The door closes, leaving you and Ethan alone.

“What are you doing here?” you ask Ethan.

“What am I doing here? I’m saving your ass,” Ethan says, sitting down across the table from you and taking his glasses off.

“You look good in those glasses,” you smirk.

Ethan rolls his eyes. “I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“You better, this is your fault.”

“It is not my fault!”

“Just get me out of here, Ethan.”

Ethan nods and leaves the room. Minutes later, the men come back, with Ethan behind them.

“It looks like you’re free to go,” one of them says.

“What?” you ask.

“You got a good lawyer,” the other says as he uncuffs you.

Ethan gestures for you to leave the room, which you do.

The two of you get into a car, and Ethan starts driving.

“How did you do that?”

“I told them you were a brat and not worth their time,” Ethan smiles.

“You little…” you say, punching Ethan’s arm. “I am NOT a brat!”

“Sure.”

You sit back in your seat, crossing your arms.

“If that’s not brat behavior, I don’t know what is,” Ethan teases you.

“Stop!” you whine.

“Okay, okay,” Ethan replies.

A silence falls between the two of you for a bit.

“You seriously liked the glasses?” Ethan asks out of the blue.

“What?” you reply, taken aback by his question.

“The glasses. You liked them?”

“Fuck, Ethan.”

“What?”

“Yes, I liked the glasses,” you sigh.

“Yeah?”

“Ethan, I know what you’re trying to do.”

“What am I trying to do?”

“I’m already fucking turned on, you don’t have to get me there.”

Ethan chuckles. “Alright.”

He pulls into a parking spot at the hotel. Turning the car off, he shifts in his seat so he can look at you.

“Ethan.”

“All I did was save you and wear these glasses,” he says, putting the glasses back on.

“Let’s just get to the room,” you mutter, getting out of the car.

You and Ethan have a complicated relationship. Not only are you about 20 years younger, but being in the field all the time leaves little to no opportunity for dating. And, the natural consequence is the two of you getting sexually frustrated.

You hate to admit it, but you didn’t mind the nights you hooked up with Ethan.

Upon entering your room, you find that there’s a single queen.

“Great,” you mumble.

“Hey, relax, okay?” Ethan steps behind you, rubbing your shoulders.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You’re safe, you don’t have to be running on adrenaline.

“Good girl,” Ethan whispers, gently kissing your ear.

“Ethan,” you sigh.

Ethan hums against your skin as he kisses down your neck. You feel the glasses press into your skin as he moves his way down.

“You’re really using those glasses to your advantage,” you mumble.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You son of a bitch.”

“Watch your language.” Ethan nips at the skin where your neck and shoulder meet.

“Ethan,” you sigh again.

You stay there for a moment, allowing Ethan to continue to give you hickeys along your neck.

You turn around to face Ethan.

“What?” he asks you.

You shrug, starting to undo the buttons of his vest.

“You’re bad, you know that?” Ethan says.

“Mm,” you reply. “But I’m not the one who showed up in a slutty lawyer outfit.”

“This is not slutty.”

You loosen his tie.

“This looks slutty to me.”

“You made me look slutty.”

“You didn’t stop me,” you smile, leaning up and kissing Ethan.

He wraps a strong arm around you, pulling you flush against his chest.

“Ethan,” you breathe.

Ethan studies your face before he leans in and kisses you again, this time a little harder.

He bites your lip, making you moan. As your mouth opens a little wider, Ethan’s tongue dips in, dancing with yours.

At this point, you’re a horny mess. You practically rip his tie off, and you hastily unbutton his shirt.

Ethan tosses the glasses to the side as he gently lays you down on the bed.

“No more glasses?” you pout.

“They’ll just get in the way,” he mumbles as he takes your shirt off and begins to kiss your bare skin.

You sigh as Ethan kneads one of your breasts, and sucks on the other.

“Ethan,” you moan, “please just get to the point.”

Ethan chuckles. “Needy girl.”

“Fuck, I told you those glasses turned me on.”

“I didn’t realize it would turn you on this much.”

You whimper as he brushes his hand past your own throbbing center.

He swiftly takes yours and his own pants off, followed by underwear, leaving both of you completely naked.

Your hips buck up towards him, wanting him to make his move.

“Okay, okay,” he says softly.

You watch him as he gathers saliva to coat his hard cock and give it a couple strokes.

He lines himself up to your entrance and slowly pushes into you.

“Fuck,” you moan, closing your eyes.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Ethan growls as he very slowly works his way in.

Your walls stretch to accommodate his size. Soon, he bottoms out against you.

“Shit,” Ethan sighs, hanging his head. “You always feel so fucking good.”

“Fuck, Ethan.”

Ethan nuzzles his face in your neck, kissing it.

You grip his shoulders, moaning with pleasure.

“Good girl,” he mutters.

As he continues, you feel the familiar sensation of your orgasm building.

“Ethan,” you whimper. “Ethan, I’m gonna come!”

“Mm, I like the sound of that.”

“Fuck!” you exclaim as you come on Ethan’s cock.

“Shit, y/n,” Ethan says, hips stuttering as he comes in you.

Ethan practically collapses on top of you.

“Ethan,” you giggle, kissing his cheek.

Ethan rolls off of you and pulls you into him.

“All of this because of the glasses?” Ethan asks with a chuckle.

“I can’t help it,” you smile, kissing him.

“This is some good information.”

“You’re gonna use this against me, aren’t you?”

“I might.”

“Fuck off, Ethan!”

“Mm, no,” Ethan smiles, kissing your head.

“You idiot.”

Ethan laughs again. “I think we should clean up and go to bed.”

“What an old man.”

“You know you’re rude, right?”

You smile and kiss him again. The two of you get up and shower before crawling back into bed, where Ethan pulls you against his body.

The sound of Ethan’s heartbeat lulls you to sleep, content in his arms.

[malavera]

Are you taking requests........? This happened to me a few months ago with a friend and made me thinks it would be a good fic! Could you write a 1 shot where you call Tom to your room as you're stuck in your dress and need his help to get free.

Champagne Sunshine | Tom Cruise

pairings: lovingboyfriend!Tom Cruise x Insecure!Reader

warning: fluff, talks about bodyweight but nothing too harsh.

Being a woman is easy they say. Well, they don't know just yet what happens when we stand in front a wardrobe full of dresses to choose from, yet somehow we always find ourselves stuck with a thought, "Why on earth is there nothing to wear for tonight?"

You've been spending a good amount of minutes with your hands on your hips, your eyes kept darting back and forth through the rows of dresses that you own. You haven't made any decision on what should you wear for tonight's ladies night with your friends. There's no one to impress, so why should you dress all good right? But then again, you never really dress to impress anyone. You always chose one that could make yourself feel good. You didn't care if anyone find it unattractive, if it makes you feel good, and if you find yourself attractive in it, then it's all that matters. Though lately, you've been pretty hard on yourself. Scratch that, you've been hard on yourself ever since you started dating the one and only Hollywood Royalty, mister Tom Cruise.

You were one a careless person when it comes to everything, yet somehow when you became his partner, you seem to care about everything. Your looks, your weight, your character, you don't want anything to change but you couldn't help but listen to all of those gossip shows talk about your relationship. On how should you express yourself, how should you talk, think, act, hell even somehow these people could get a glimpse of your childhood that you don't even know how could they get the access but your money's on your fake friends.

Sighing, you pull your attention away from your wardrobe to look at yourself in the full length mirror. In all honesty, you don't look bad. But you couldn't help but criticize every small little things that you have,

Should I lose weight?

Should I be thicker?

Should I watch how I eat?

Should I be lighter?

Should I be tanner?

I wished I was more thicker.. or Thinner..

Anywhere in between, you always tries to belittle yourself. Little did you know, Tom was watching you from the bed with his arms across his chest. His lips puckered into a smile watching his pretty girl in agony just for deciding on what to wear. He frowns when he sees you pinching your thighs, and then your stomach. He then came into a realization that as you're looking at yourself in the mirror, it's not because you're deciding on which dress would look good on you the most, but you were criticizing yourself.

You finally pulled on the Champagne coloured dress, it's a short dress that ends on your mid-thighs, it's a backless dress but it's got a zipper that stops at the middle of your back. It's your favorite dress because you were wearing this dress when Tom walks up to you to get to know you in the middle of the bar. Smiling as you remembering those memories, You took a deep breath in hopes that this would be the dress that you want to wear for tonight and as you put it on, you've had struggles putting it on. In all honesty, the dress should be body-fit. It did fit your body, it did still look good on you but you decided that you want to try another dress.

As you try to take it off, you find yourself stuck. It should be because of the zipper, but you and your crazy mind thought you've gain weight real bad.

Tom noticed you're getting a bit antsy, pushing himself off from the bed he came behind you by placing his hands on your shoulders to stop you from fidgeting as you both stare at each other from the mirror.

"Slow, honey. Let me help you." Tom murmured as his hands went to the zipper and work on it.

You exhaled a big sigh, and in a matter of second the dress is off of your body. "That's the sign."

"Why's the sign?"

"That I'm getting fat, and that I shouldn't wear the dress." You sighed.

"Baby, you're not. The zipper was stuck." Tom frowned.

"It was?"

"Yeah. Stop thinking crazy. You look good in this dress too, there's nothing wrong with it." He assured, kissing your shoulder blades.

You pouted and turn towards him, circling your arms around his neck. "This is my favorite dress."

Tom nodded, "Mhmm.. I know. I met you when you were wearing this dress." Tom smiled.

"Yeah, and I hate it if i couldn't fit into it anymore."

"But, baby. You still do. Regardless, I could care less if you couldn't. You're still beautiful. Don't let a dress defines who you are." He softly spoke, caressing the back of his hand against your cheeks.

"Stop thinking bad about yourself, and start thinking good. You're not alone, you have me. Okay? I hate seeing you in stress just from overthinking stuff that isn't even real." Tom stated before he connected his lips with yours.

"Will you stop thinking bad about yourself?"

"Yes, Tommy."

He smiled, "Good girl. I love you."

"I love you so much more."

[the-vixen]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 -------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

This takes place throughout the events of ghost protocol. There will be a change in the story and the events of the mission impossible 2 and 3. Ethan and Julia never got married, a certain amount of information will be changed that will be revealed in the story.

You barely paid Brij Nath any attention as your mind shifted between listening in on comms  and thinking about Ethan and his stupid stupid hunch. 

Throughout the time you've known him, Ethan has had a lot of 'hunches'. 

And usually, they've very accurate. 

Hence why he trusts these hunches. 

And why you did too. 

But the fact that he decided to kiss you deeply just for show, and then leave you there with zero explanation of his actions, stung deeply. 

Very deeply. 

You were sure Ethan had his suspicions of your feelings towards him. The time in the shack in Dubai didnt leave you being subtle for any reason. 

Regardless whether he knew your feelings or not, the whole act felt a little sinful. 

You paused your thought process when you felt Brij Nath's hand on your lower back, pulling you against him as he led you down the hallway of his collection of art, spewing something about, "exposing one's deepest desires" 

You smiled at Brij Nath, feigning interest in what hes saying. 

"what the hell is that?"

"what the hell is what?" Ethan responded.

"its downloaded a virus from the satellite." benji responded

There was a pause. 

"Hendricks is killing the server....before we can kill the satellite." Ethan spoke.

Benji's voice became urgent. "Hendricks is reprogramming the satellite hes gonna have launch capability in five minutes!" 

You swallowed before taking Brij Nath's hand, a sweet smile gracing your features as you spoke softly. "I would...like to go somewhere private with you..sir.." 

Brij Nath's grin widened, "of course...my dear.." he led you down to a private bedroom. 

You took a minute to look at your surroundings, keeping the innocent and wistful look on your face as you scanned the room. 

"Venus, we gotta move. Get that code." Jane said. 

"its beautiful.." you turned to Brij nath. He moved closer to you, "only the finest...with no..interruptions.." he touched your chin eagerly. 

You blinked at him, smiling. "Good." you whispered, grabbing him and flipping him onto the bed, putting him in a headlock. 

He groaned and squirmed under your grip, "what---"

"try to move and you will never speak again. the override sequence to the relay station. say it." you demanded.

He panted, squirming. 

You tightened your grip, "say it!" you demanded. 

Brij Nath took a breath, trying to breathe. "46....82.....93..." he groaned

You waited for a second, keeping your hold on the man. 

"the system's crashed! we're too late!" benji spoke. 

You heard Ethan reply, "no no no hes revealed himself---Benji can you pinpoint Hendricks location?"

"Hendricks is signaling out of a state run TV station 6.7 miles from here." he answered 

"Send me the coordinates. Good work Bradnt--get the hell out of there. Jane, Rendevouz with benji and brandt. Y/n-- tie it off with Nath and meet me at the rally point." Ethan ordered. 

You grabbed the sedative from your thigh, moving brij nath and pushing it into his neck. "go to sleep." you muttered in Hindi before letting him go.

You moved down back to the party, before heading out the exit. 

You headed for the car, finding Ethan starting it up. You got in as the two of you sped out of the valet. 

Benji checked in with you and Ethan as you began to take off your dress, grabbing the bag from the backseat.

"How long before Hendricks can launch a missile?" Ethan asked, speeding up as he looked at the gps on the windshield. 

"Less than 30 seconds!" 

Ethan pressed his lips together and swiped the gps away. "I need another route. Y/n." he looked you as you took off your dress and left yourself in your kevlar. 

You looked at the road, "There's a left up. ahead. turn left and then take the alley that'll come on the right." you said. 

Ethan looked at you before turning his focus ahead, speeding up. 

As you and Ethan sped through the streets and alley, you heard Benji speak again. "Hendricks just started the launch sequence." 

"how much time till missiles are flying?" you asked as you changed. 

"Three minutes!"

You looked around as Ethan drove and swerve around, "we're three and a half minutes out.." you looked at him. 

He watched you as you put on your shirt, looking back to the road. "We'll make it. we always do." he muttered. 

You kept directing him through the streets; and as you both tried to get to the TV station on time. 

As you and Ethan stopped because of people on the road, Benji's voice came in again. 

"guys..we're too late.."

"what?" 

"the missiles in the air." he spoke, defeated. 

You swallowed as you and Ethan exchanged looks. You could see him formulating another plan in his mind. He refused to give up. 

He immediately sped up as soon as the crosswalk cleared. "There has to be a way to abort the warhead." he muttered. 

You thought for a minute, "the launch device. there should be some form of contingency on it.." you suggested.  "if there is a way it'll be on it."

"We need that case." Ethan finished. 

As you got to the station, you spotted Hendricks and wistrom standing outside. 

"get Hendricks!" you told him before you ran after Wistrom. 

You followed him back into the server room, taking out your gun. You searched for him carefully before spotting him at the processor. You shot at him, making him hide and stop tearing the wires. 

As you searched for him, he snuck up on you and stabbed you with a shard of broken glass. Wistrom tried to snatch your gun, making you struggle as you fought back with a shard through your torso. You managed to kick him away and shoot at him. 

As you did so, he ducked and ran. You tried to chase after him but stopped when you heard people coming into the room. You swore, panting as you pulled the shard out and bent down, taking cover. 

Jane, Benji and Brandt made their way into the room, relieving you as you stood back up, grunting. "Wistrom's on the run. go." you told them, leaning against the processor. 

Jane went to you as Brandt followed your instructions. "youre injured." Jane pressed her fingers against your wound. "Im fine...benji...get the relay fixed...." you told him before the power went out. 

benji took a breath, informing brandt to get the power back on. Jane looked at you, "we have to get you out of here." she held you up as blood soaked your shirt and dripped down. "no..no cover benji incase wistrom comes back." you pulled away and stumbled onto to the floor. 

"y/n!" she went to you, "cmon..youll be okay...Ethan--" she spoke into comms before you grabbed her wrist.

"No."

"no?"

"Dont tell Ethan. im fine. I'll be fine. just cover benji. I'll handle it." you said as she helped you stand back up. 

"Y/n."

"I'll be okay. Just Dont tell Ethan."

[harmonity-vibes]

IMAGINE

Author: Harmonity-vibes

Y/N : Here he is at last!

[mischievous-thunder]

Person B: Do you remember how I used to get myself into extremely tricky situations because of my idiocy and last time I promised that I'd never do anything like that ever again?

Person A: I don't like the sound of this at all but yeah, you did.

Person B, shamelessly: I'm once again in the exact same situation.

[lieutenantfloyd]

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