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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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SACRILÈGE || Teacher!Tom Cruise (+18)

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

Words: 3k of pure smut

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

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“To solve this equation we will have to…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, uh, me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not you, Y/N.” You froze

“Sir?”

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

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

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

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

“A religious boarding school, Sir.”

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

Your heart stopped, thunder-stricken by fear.

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

“Bend over the desk.”

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

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

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

“The Devil is in you, I knew it.”

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

You bit your lips, almost choking with shame.

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

“Do you want a man to fuck you, Y/N?”

“N-No, Sir!”

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

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

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

“Tell me more.”

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

“This is a very serious matter, Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you virgin, my dear?”

“Y-Yes Sir, I am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-Yes Sir! Owww more, please Sir!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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malavera · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tommy,”

“Yes, darling?”

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

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

“Why did you chose me?”

“Don’t you find me irritating sometimes?”

“Do you ever find me irritating?”

“Is there anything that I should change?”

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

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

“Do you really love me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tommy, please.."

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

"Need I remind you, baby?"

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

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

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

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eemcintyre · 11 months

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Flipped (Tom Cruise)

TW- n/a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The baby continued to laugh until she drooled.

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

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tomcruiseishot · 10 months

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One shot: Ethan hunt x Rival Reader

I am shocked at the lack of Ethan hunt/Mission impossible fanfics on here. Anyways, I love a good enemies to loved so I decided to write one. Sorry if this sucks LMAO. If anyone likes this lmk i’ll write more.

WARNINGS: Kissing, Some blood, Mild language. This one is pretty PG-13. *Gif is not mine*

After finally arriving at the safe house, your feet are begging you to lay down. Unfortunately, you are covered in blood from todays mission and the last thing you want to do is go to bed without showering. The mission your on forces you to be in uncomfortable proximity to Infamous Agent Ethan Hunt. Even just hearing his name makes you irritated. This is not the only mission that you had to work with him. The two of you often get in each others way since you both want be making the decisions. What’s more aggravating is that no matter what you do on a mission, Ethan always gets credit for YOUR accomplishments. Anyway, instead of berating Ethan Hunt in your head, you really do need to shower. You slowly approach the bathroom. you hear the shower and realize ethan is occupying the only bathroom in the apartment. “Ethan hurry up, how much longer?”

The door opens and he leans against the white frame. You suddenly feel unable to breathe. He smiles at you with a hint of arrogance and an emotion you can’t quite place. “You missed me?” He sarcastically says, low and raspy in an attempt to not wake your sleeping colleague. Despite your best efforts you can’t help but watch the water bead of his chest onto his loose grey sweatpants. His abs are so defined they look sculpted. But you don’t have time for this. Besides, this is Ethan hunt we’re talking about here and you’re supposed to hate him. You try to think of something witty to say but your at a loss. “I need to shower Ethan, Im covered in blood and I’m tired.” He stares at you intently and you want to break his gaze but you keep from looking away. “You got pretty messed up out there.” He says. “Yeah no shit.” He chuckles lowly at this. “Listen. I know we haven’t always gotten along” he starts, “But you did really good today. We wouldn’t have killed the general without your quick thinking.”

I can’t believe Ethan hunt is being nice to me. When he says this, Your stomach erupts in a warm feeling that spreads throughout your veins and goes from your toes all the way up to your ears. I don’t have feelings for Ethan do I? We’re just talking agent-to-agent. He would’ve said that to anyone. His muscular arm brushes a tendril of hair out of your face and tucks it he kind your ear. You look up at him and begin to feel feel your stomach explode in butterfly’s. Suddenly you no longer remember why you knocked on the door.

Your legs start to feel like jelly but this time it’s not from exhaustion. He’s so close you can practically feel his breath on your face. He smells like a pine tree and his body heat makes you feel warm. He looks at you with something unprecedented: affection. For the first time you notice how handsome Ethan is. You begin to wonder what it would be like to press your lips against his. Ethan takes a brisk breath like he’s going to say something but then just stares at you, then nods in dismissal. “We’ll I should probably hurry up then.” He says. “Yeah probably.” You say chuckling.

He begins to shut the door. For some reason you’re filled with desperation for the man who you called your enemy 5 minutes ago. “Hey, Ethan?” He slowly turns back around and reopens the door. “Thanks for your help today. If I’m being honest I was pretty scared earlier and I don’t know what happened if you weren’t there,” The corners of his mouth turn up, “Hey, it’s my job. Don’t worry about it.” I start again, “But Im not just talking about the job. I guess what i’m trying to say is I’m really glad I met you. I mean glad know you-have you. you.” When he doesn’t respond you start regretting saying anything at all. “I’m sorry I don’t even know why I said that so I’m just gonna-” Suddenly he grabs your waist with his strong hands and pulls you in so close you can hear and feel his heart beat. He leans in and he puts his mouth on yours and kisses you roughly. You’re shocked but pleasantly surprised and immediately kiss back. Your whole body is tinging and it feels as if fireworks are going off inside the apartment. You grasp at his nape with one hand and with the other you feel the crevice’s of his abs that you’ve always secretly longed to feel.

He pulls away from the kiss and smiles at you with love and appreciation. He leans to whisper something in your ear. “we should take this… elsewhere.” You cock your head the same way a confused puppy does. “What, did you have something planned?” You both look towards the agent asleep of the bed. He looks back at you and his green eyes suddenly change to a hungry lust. You wryly smile. With one of his strong hands he forcefully pulls you into the bathroom and uses your body to shut the door. He raises your wrists above your head and pins you against the door with one hand, the other on the back of your neck. You wish this moment could last forever. He steps closer, roughly kissing you. He pulls back panting and looks st you with a small smirk. You smile then bite your lip. All you can think is you hope your friend isn’t a light sleeper.

#ethan hunt #ethan hunt x reader #mission impossible #tom cruise #tom cruise x reader #one shot #enemies to lovers #make out #tomcruiseishot #ethan hunt one shot #Lime

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babyonboard · 2 years

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if you get time could i have a fluffy maverick x reader please :)

omg absolutely, thank you for requesting <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR TOP GUN

The bathroom light creeped under the door and into your bedroom. Maybe it was the light, or the absence of Pete in your bed that made you wake up. Even with a huge blanket tucked around you, you could already feel how cold the room was. A glance at the alarm clock and out the window told you that it was 4 in the morning, the sun wasn’t even up yet. Pete had a lot of early mornings like this, one of the very few downsides to dating him. Now that you were awake, there was really no turning back to try and fall back asleep before he left. You looked around the room for some clothes to throw on, you were too cold to be naked any longer. With only a small amount of light illuminating the room, you couldn’t see any clothes on the floor.

“Babe?” You called with hopes he would bring you a sweatshirt. No answer. “Baby?… Babyyyyy”

Still, no answer. “Pete? Lt. Pete Maverick Mitchel, I’m cold, please bring me clothes.” You we’re almost shouting. He still didn’t answer. All that time in a loud fighter jet must finally be getting to his ears.

You climbed out of bed, but kept your blanket wrapped tightly around you. You waddled up to the bathroom, opening the door. He was brushing his teeth at the sink, his eyes lit up when you walked in.

“Hi baby.” He slurred through the toothpaste. His hair was slick and wet from taking a shower and his face was cleanly shaven. He had nothing but a towel around his waist. You walked over to him and opened your blanket to hug him, completely disregarding that you were naked. Neither of you said a word as you wrapped him in the blanket with you, his chest warm against your cool face. He moved his arms around your shoulders and finished brushing his teeth. When he was done, you were almost asleep in his arms.

He hugged you with his cheek set on top of your head. “Why are you up baby?”

You shrugged. “I missed you.”

He chuckled. He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He was silent as he brought you back to the bed and set you down in it. He removed the blanket from around you, earning a small whine. He placed it back over you, then put the comforter over that. He tucked the blankets into your sides and sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked your hair for a moment, pushing hair away from your forehead.

“Stay here, Pete.” You mumbled.

His hand didn’t stop moving along your hair as he responded, “I have to go, Y/N.”

You groaned slightly. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be back before you know it. Now go back to sleep.” His lips feathered against yours in the softest, gentlest kiss.

You nodded. “I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too.”

He got up and you dozed off while he dressed for the day. By the time you woke up again, he was gone. Sitting up in bed, you looked around. Next to you sat a sweatshirt and sweatpants with a post-it note on top.

I’ll see you at 3. Here are some clothes since you seem to be lacking in that department. I love you baby.

#top gun #top gun one shot #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #maverick x reader #Maverick imagine #Maverick one shot #Maverick fan fix #top gun fan fic #top gun maverick fan fic #pete maverick mitchell #Pete Mitchell x reader #Pete Mitchell imagine #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise x reader #rooster imagine #hangman seresin imagine

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5ummit · 2 years

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Who’s winning? I think they stopped keeping score a while ago.

#top gun #top gun maverick #cymav #pete maverick mitchell #beau cyclone simpson #tom cruise #jon hamm #my edit #filmedit #dailyflicks #userrobin #usersavana #usercallie #userleo #usergina #I mostly just made this one for me #because I love this shot and I love THEM #proud dagger mama and papa #you would not BELIEVE the photoshop magic I had to work to remove the yellow cast and make this look decent

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stopthatfool · 4 months

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my son who i hate

#i watched this movie in all of tom cruise's pantless glory.. so many crotch shots it was crazy #at one point i asked my friend “do u think tom was tucked while filming this?”#legend 1985 #jack o' the green #um dumb fucking name what the fuck #jack o the green??? i need him dead to be honest #4 pages of my sketchbook covered in jack o' the green...#EMBARRASSING!#stopthatfool draws #um #tom cruise

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olympain · 1 year

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Ethan and Grace in Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One

#mission: impossible dead reckoning part one #mission: impossible #tom cruise #hayley atwell #m:i #mi spoilers #original #*gifs #god what a cool shot

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themaideninthewoods · 2 years

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Baby, Kiss It Better

I sort of made a bet with a friend of mine that if my last post reached 30 notes, I would've published something Top Gun related.

And it happened! i'm actually quite surprised...

So I wrote this, mainly 'cause I got my first wisdom teeth removed and here I am, suffering alone with no one home to listen to my whining. Of course I have to project what happens to me to other characters so here I am 😂

Not sure if they're 100% OC 'cause I still need to rewatch the movies a couple times to really get the characters but I hope I'll still make you smile!

« I'm 'bout to die. »

« Maverick, come on, please. »

« The blood loss is going to be so s'vere- »

« I'm begging you. »

« - that it won't give me any ch'nce to live through this. »

« Mav. »

« If I don't g't to see the n'xt day, know that I've l'ved you. »

« Oh, gimme a break! It's a damn wisdom tooth! »

Maverick grumbles under his breath, holding a pack of instant ice against his cheek and sighing dramatically.

« You h've no idea wh't I'm going through. »

Ice is trying to hold back a laugh and hides behind the cover of the book he's trying to read. He's actually read the same sentence 4 times 'cause of Maverick's incessant whining.

« You're such a drama queen. » he mutters, unable to keep himself from smiling fondly. Part of this is due to the fact that Maverick still has that cotton pad between his teeth and he's trying to talk without letting it fall from his mouth.

And about that...

« Do you want me to take that off? » he asks, stroking Maverick's calf absentmindedly.

His boyfriend's eyes open wide and he looks downright outraged.

« D'you w'nt me t' ble'd to f'cking death, Ice? No f'cking w'y! And d'n't l'ugh at me! » he quickly adds, since Ice is starting to struggle with his self composure.

« I'm sorry, » he says, hidden behind his book, 'cause if Maverick saw him laugh right now, he'd probably break up with him, « you're just adorable. »

« 'm not, » Maverick complains, pushing the ice bag even more, « is it n'rmal th't I c'n still t'ste bl'od? »

« They've taken a tooth out, love. I'd be worried if you couldn't. »

« R'mind me n't to do anything l'ke this ev'r 'gain. »

Oh, now he looks like a kicked puppy. Alright, enough with the pretence.

Ice puts his book on the table, it's not like he was actually reading that anyway, and turns to Maverick, still sulking between two cushions.

« I love you. » he says, plainly. Simply.

Just three words, nothing else, but Maverick's eyes light up like Christmas lights on a tree.

He looks at Ice dumbfounded, as if that was the last thing he'd expected to hear from him.

« Why're you saying th't? » he asks back, honestly shocked by such a honest display of fondness.

Ice smiles and leans over him, putting a hand over Maverick's, feeling the coldness of the ice pack.

« You know, generally, one should say something like "love you too", "you're the love of my life", "I'd let you fly my F-14..." »

« Like h'll I will. Keep your h'nds off my b'by. »

Ice laughs softly and brushes his nose against Maverick's, breathing in and, brushing his cheek with his thumb.

« Does this hurt? »

Maverick shooks his head and touches his cheek with his lips.

« Not really, but you c'n kiss it b'tter if you l'ke. » he grins.

Ice moves Maverick's hand from his own cheek and slowly kisses the skin there.

It's cold and weird, but Maverick's hand comes to rest on Ice's nape and pulls him down, sighing contentedly.

It's been a while since he's kissed Maverick on his cheek and, yes, he'd rather kiss his lips, but this isn't so bad. It's gentle and loving and not rushed at all. He knows where it'll end if they start to kiss properly and he's not sure this is the right moment.

« Better? »

« Hm-hm. »

All of a sudden, Ice starts laughing out loud and Maverick just raises an eyebrow, confused.

« Wh't? »

« Goose said it was going to take a crash to get you to stop flying. Turns out it was a tooth. »

Maverick grabs one of the cushions and slams it on Ice's head, almost throwing him off the couch.

« F'ck 'ff! » he almost yells, or at least tries to, with the pad still through his teeth. It's still not enough to get Ice to stop laughing.

« Swear to God, » he mumbles, wiping a tear from his eye, « I don't know how you managed to get a wisdom tooth in the first place. »

« Ice- »

« You're the unwisest person I know. »

« As s'on as I g't b'ck on my pl'ne, I'm g'nna make you pay. »

#top gun #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #iceman x maverick #icemav #val kilmer #tom cruise #fluff writing #fanfic #one shot #short and sweet #taylor swift #because yes #goose lives

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irtifuck · 11 months

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Hey everyone!

I've been writing a lot today. Many works of mine have not been finished. So they are not ready to be published. But I published this doodle "I Apologize" on AO3. Go read it!

This chapter is about IceMav, but I'll tag the other couples too, if you may check out the previous chapters too.😀😀

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miryum · 2 years

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if u dont do top gun requests, then ignore this. but could i get maverick at the cabin/beach hcs?

So yes, I do Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick requests. HOWEVER, do NOT send me something with a spoiler in it!!! (unfortunately I still haven't seen the new movie... ) I still take requests for the characters tho

Maverick and you decided to spend a week at a relative’s cabin

It’s an experience to say the least

You learned a lot about Maverick that week

He loves water skiing and water boarding and would be weirdly good at it

He would keep telling you to go faster or do sharper turns

Doesn’t love tubing as much

I think it could be a little too slow for him unless the driver is really wild or is intent on throwing him off

Loves jet skiing but will either be really bad at driving or a little too good at it and his adrenaline junkie side takes over and he tips the jet ski

You have to drive after that

Uses his aviators any chance he gets

Definitely convinces you to go skinny-dipping

I have this mental image of his hair plastered to his forehead and water dripping down his chest, grinning widely at you and- ah!

Thinks fishing is a little boring but as he grows older, he finds he likes it more and more

He would convince you to take a midnight swim in which you both would do your best to avoid mosquitoes

Everything would be on impulse for him

He would barge in and say things like, “Let’s go parasailing!” or “I wanna go sailing! I’m in the Navy! I’m sure I know how to work a boat!”

You would have to remind him parasailing wasn’t an option where you were and no, he didn’t know how to sail and would capsize both of you

Once the day was done, there would be game nights and things

(I don’t know if other people have game nights at their cabin but I do, so…)

He would be decent at board games

But great at gambling games

NEVER play blackjack or rummy with this man

He would be terrible at luck games like Uno, War, or Garbage

He would stare at his cards frustratingly while you say “Uno!” for the upteenth time

You would expect to win and not even try

The first day you took a shower there, you used your relative’s conditioner and shampoo

It was a catastrophe for Maverick. He was devastated that you don’t smell like yourself

He would then insist to shower with you so he could “make sure your scent didn’t fade forever”

He might grill a couple nights, wearing the iconic “Kiss the Cook” apron (You followed the instructions wholeheartedly)

He would definitely try and help with the cooking, but he would be kinda useless at harder tasks

Sure, he could put things in the oven or grill but ask him to mix more than three things together or do things on a time crunch, he was futile

Your bedtime routine would change a bit as you two weren’t at home, but Maverick would still brush his teeth with you in the room

Or hug you to his side before you got in bed

Or kiss you after a mouthful of mouthwash

As it was summer, Maverick would sleep shirtless

Which you loved

You two would take a bedroom (maybe the master as no one else was there) and Maverick would sleep either sprawled out on the bed or clinging to you

No in between

As much as you loved cuddling with this man, it was hot, so sometimes you would have to push him off of you

But he just turned back over and slung an arm over you again

Then it was morning and the day would start all over

Eventually, your week at the lake would end, but you and Maverick would always treasure the memories and inside jokes from that week

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Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself (18+) — Tom Cruise

summary: Tom couldn’t stop touching you while you’re getting ready to go for a dinner date with the man.

pairings: husband!tom x wife!reader

warnings: mature content, allusions to smut, Tom being a cheeky motherfucker.

tags: @tomsf18 @moondustfairies @helloitstsyu @katherineswritingsblog @gypsymoon548 @h-c-u @call-sign-shark @deanscroissant @joeltheegoodson

“Tom, honey, come on… I’m trying to finish here.”

You let out a sigh in annoyance. Tom has been clinging onto you literally like a glue all day. He wouldn’t let you cook, he wouldn’t let you clean, he wouldn’t let you work. You understood why though, he’s been away from you for a whole month shooting for the next Mission Impossible projects. Him being away doesn’t mean that you stopped your whole life, you also got things to do and a company to run. One month without him around, made you used to not having his presence—it’s nothing to be taken as a negative, it’s just how you live your days.

“Aren’t you hungry? Don’t you want to have your food by now? Come on honey, let me just put this here..” You trailed off as you tried to draw your eyeliner against your eyelids. Tom on the other hand, is nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck breathing in your sweet yet bold scent from the perfume you’re wearing. He also insisted that you sit on his lap, while you do your makeup in front of the vanity. Of course, there are fusses about it as you pointed out words like you’re gonna do something that you know i hate it when i’m doing my make-up though at the end you made him promise to not ruin your whole routine or get in the way.

“I think we should stay in bed.” Tom murmured, giving a kiss on your neck.

Rolling your eyes as your shoulders slumped, the familiar sore feeling from putting on your eyeliner showed up. “It’s date night, it’s also a night where you invented it.”

A chuckle you receive. Tom’s hands proceeded to caress your clothed stomach, feeling the soft fabric of the think white tank top you’re wearing. His hands navigated themselves upwards to grab on your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as you almost messed up a line you’re currently draw on your eyelid.

“Honey..” You warned. He neglected your warning as he proceed kneading your breasts, giving them a nice gentle massages. His thumbs giving their attention to your nipples, tweaking them, pulling on them gently as they grew hard each seconds he does his magic tricks.

You secretly thanked yourself as your makeup is almost done considering right now in all honesty, you would stop and got distracted as he increased the pressure. You watched him through the mirror in awe—it felt really good somehow and he could always get you excited just by his big calloused hands. You exhaled and threw your head back to his shoulders, your hips adjusting the position on his lap brushing his bulge.

Tom slightly smirked receiving your reaction to his actions, he felt the way you softly grinding your ass. “Look at me from the mirror, baby.” He whispered to your ear, his lips ghosting against your skin. You straighten up your head from his shoulders to do what he asked, a scrunched eyebrows on your face in a form of needing more of his touch.

Tom stare at you dead in the eyes with his lips parted slightly, a hand went up to your throat, you gasped when you feel the pressure. You watched as his other hand made its way down to caress your stomach, then stop at the hem of your top, perfectly at the waistband of your panties. His fingertips pulling on it, feeling the rubber of the waistband—Tom debates on what he should do.

What’s crazy is that his little actions does very little to your body, he’s not touching the part where you ache the most, he’s not doing anything other than feel you. Yet, it’s very easy for him to have you on his chokehold. His little actions ache you, made your chest heaves, your heart race, drawing short breaths. All of a sudden, everything that you’ve worked on tonight, the black dress that you have in mind, the new Louboutins that you can’t wait to put on, you’re willing to throw all of that away out the window.

You’re in need of his touch now.

Tom smirked and inched closer to your ear when he let his hand cupped your needy sex. You hummed, as you expect he could do more than that. You wriggled underneath his touch, trying to create a friction than just having him froze there.

“Tommy…” You whimpered. “Will you please do something?” You gave him your best pouty look where it usually works, but apparently not tonight.

Tom kissed your ear, his wet tongue teasing them, sucking on them. “So, now you need me to do something huh?” He muttered, his tone dropped an octave low. The way his breath hits your skin, sends shiver down your whole body. The soft hairs on your arms seemed to have woken up due to the effect.

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” Tom kissed the side of your face before he went back to your ear. “Can we stay home tonight?” And with that the hand cupping your sex disappeared inside your panties, his middle finger reaching down to gather your soaked entrance. Teasing the hole by doing anything except shoving it inside your throbbing cunt. He put pressure from the hand on your throat, as you gasped—screwing your eyes shut. His mouth sucking on your earlobe.

“Cause I just want to fuck my wife.”

#tom cruise #tom cruise smut #tom cruise fic #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise x y/n #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise fanfiction #tom cruise fan fiction #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise dirty imagine #tom cruise one shots

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eemcintyre · 1 year

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Repaying the Favor (Tom Cruise)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How did you…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oops, sorry,” he winced.

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

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

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

#tom cruise #tom cruise fic #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise x reader #fanfiction #tom cruise fanfic #tom cruise fluff #fluff #fanfic #one shot #x reader #imagine #creative writing #self insert #reader insert #just for fun #just roll with it

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