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Escape
tom cruise x fem!reader
summary: you never thought your dog would be your wingman.
warnings: 18+, age gap, language, kissing, praise, protected sex
wc: 1.5k
a/n: based on a request by @joyce-stdt ! Sorry it took so long, hope the wait was worth it! ❤️❤️
“Jack!” you call out after your normally well-behaved dog. Something spooked him and he slipped out of his collar.
He starts to barrel towards the next person coming down the trail.
“Jack, here!”
The person down the trail somehow grabs Jack and holds on to his own dog.
“I am so sorry,” you say as you jog up to him.
“It’s no problem,” he smiles.
You slip Jack’s collar back on. “Thank you.”
“Seriously, no problem.”
“Thanks again, and have a good day,” you say, quickly leaving the awkward situation that you just made.
The next day, you run into the same man and dog.
“Hi there,” the man smiles.
You look over and realize it’s the same man from yesterday… and that the man is Tom Cruise. Living in LA for so long has made you indifferent to celebrity sightings and sometimes, well, they just go right over your head.
“Hi,” you smile back. “Thanks again for corralling this guy yesterday, I don’t know what happened.”
“Hey, no problem, it happens,” Tom smiles. “I’m Tom.”
You laugh awkwardly. “I realize that now.”
“Yeah, yesterday you seemed a little flustered,” Tom chuckles.
“I’m y/n,” you continue. “And this is Jack, but I guess my yelling yesterday told you that.”
“Nice to meet you, y/n,” Tom says, crouching down to pet Jack. “And nice to meet you, buddy.”
“Who you got with you?”
“Oh, this is Champ,” he tells you, giving Champ a pat on the head. “An old guy like me.”
“Oh, come on,” you smile, finally getting comfortable.
“Well, much older than you.”
“You sure don’t look it,” you tease him.
“Thank you very much, miss,” Tom teases back.
“Listen, I need to get going,” you say.
“I understand,” Tom says. He pauses a moment before he pulls out his phone and hands it to you. “I’d like to get your number… maybe our dogs could play together sometime…”
“Sure,” you agree, taking his phone and quickly entering your number.
“Great,” he says. “I’ll see you around.
“Sounds good,” you smile as you walk away from him.
The next day, the two of you run into each other again.
“Hi Tom,” you smile. “Hey Champ.”
“Hi y/n,” Tom smiles back. “And of course, hi Jack.”
“Third day in a row,” you say.
Tom chuckles. “I guess it’s a sign or something,” he trails off.
“What?”
“Listen, y/n, I’d really like to get to know you and talk more than we do with these brief encounters… I was wondering if you’d be interested in dinner at my place, tonight,” Tom says.
It takes you a moment to process what is happening. Is he really asking you out?
“Only if Jack can come too,” you tease, trying to keep it light.
Tom smiles. “Of course, Champ would love that.”
“What time?”
“How does 7 sound?”
“We can do 7.”
“Great, I’ll text you the address.”
“Sounds good, Tom,” you smile as the two of you part ways once again.
That night, you’re trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach as you get ready.
You keep it casual with jeans and a simple blouse.
You grab Jack’s leash and head to the address Tom texted you.
When you get there, you’re greeted by a huge gate. You press the call button.
“How can I help you?” a gruff voice says from the other end.
“I was invited here by Tom, my name is y/n y/l/n.”
“Yes, he has been expecting you.”
The gate buzzes and then opens for you and Jack. You make your way up the driveway to the big front door.
The door opens and Champ runs out to greet you and Jack.
“Hi, y/n,” Tom smiles. “Dinner just finished, come on in.”
You and Tom enjoy a nice dinner and have a couple glasses of wine each. After dinner, the two of you move to the couch and chat, unaware that both of you are moving closer to the other.
That is, until you’re inches apart.
“Tom,” you breathe.
“I have never met someone so genuine,” he says softly, gently raising a hand to stroke your cheek.
There’s a slight pause, and Tom closes the gap between you, his lips gently pressing against yours.
“Sorry,” Tom says, moving away.
“No,” you say, grabbing his arm. “That… was nice.”
Tom smiles. “I was afraid I was being too forward.”
“Not at all,” you reassure him with a smile.
This time, you lean in and kiss him. Tom gently pulls you onto his lap.
He gently guides the kiss deeper, and you happily oblige to his wishes. A small sigh escapes you as he caresses the back of your head.
“Why don’t we move this somewhere else,” Tom suggests, gently kissing the corner of your mouth.
You nod. He helps you off his lap and leads you to the bedroom.
Tom backs you to the bed, and you fall onto the plush mattress. He crawls over you and peppers your skin with open mouth kisses.
“Do you trust me?” Tom asks against your skin.
“Yes,” you whisper.
Tom hums happily and breaks from you to take his shirt off. You follow suit and take your own shirt off, tossing it to the floor with Tom’s.
“So beautiful,” Tom whispers as he leans in to kiss your body. He gently places a hand on your waist.
“Tom,” you sigh, arching your back.
“Good girl,” he praises as his hands start to move down your body to work at the button on your jeans.
Your grabby hands try to reach for anything, but Tom’s just out of reach. When his eyes meet yours, there’s a playful glint in them.
“I have an idea,” he says, abruptly moving away from you and the bed.
“What?” you ask.
He undoes his belt, pulling it from the belt loops.
You raise a brow at his move.
“If you get uncomfortable at all, please tell me,” he says as he crawls over your body.
“Okay,” you say with a nod, removing your bra in hopes it reads as confidence and not neediness.
Tom smiles and leans down to kiss you as he ties your hands up with his belt. He attaches it somehow to the headboard, and now you’re his to do as he pleases.
“Fuck, you’re so hot like this,” Tom mutters as he leans in to kiss your collarbone, slowly making his way to a breast.
He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking at it as his other hand massages the other breast, tweaking at the nipple.
“Oh,” you gasp, trying not to squirm.
Tom smiles against your skin. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, darling.”
“Please do,” you sigh.
Tom chuckles softly as he works on getting your jeans off.
He takes a swipe at your clothed, aching center with his fingers, making you buck. A pleased smile crosses Tom’s face.
“You make this too easy,” he chuckles as he pulls his own jeans and briefs down.
“I can’t help it,” you reply.
Tom grabs your panties and pulls them off in a swift movement. He crawls back over you, capturing your lips with his once again as he searches for a condom in the nightstand drawer.
He breaks contact only to open the condom and roll it down his shaft.
“I need to touch you,” you whine.
“You’ll get your chance,” he says as he lines himself up.
Tom gently pushes in, the stretch delicious. You whine as he helps you accommodate his size.
His brows knit together as he watches himself go deeper into you, soon all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck,” you continue to whine, squirming on the mattress.
“That’s a good girl,” Tom mutters, gently moving.
“Oh my god, this is torture,” you say, bucking your hips.
Tom chuckles. “You want more, pretty girl?”
You nod quickly, wanting more.
He leans down to kiss you passionately as he picks up his pace, leaving you gasping.
Your hands grip the belt around them, knuckles turning white as Tom slams into you. His moans in your ear turning you on further, making you go wild for him.
“Oh, please, I’m gonna cum,” you cry out.
“I know you are, baby,” Tom says into your ear, nibbling on it. “Let it happen.”
You soon reach your climax, vision going blurry as you let go, Tom right behind you. He slips your hands out of the belt and you throw them around his torso, gripping tightly.
Tom whispers praises in your ear as the two of you come down from your highs.
“Good girl,” he praises, removing himself from you and discarding the condom.
He lays back down on the bed, pulling you onto his chest, damp with sweat. You lazily pepper his skin with kisses.
“I usually don’t do this on a first date,” Tom chuckles.
You giggle. “I usually don’t either, but I’m so glad I did.”
“Me too,” Tom smiles.
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Help Me Forget
ethan hunt x reader
summary: you have some anxiety about what happened during a mission, and Ethan tries to help ease your mind.
warnings: mentions of (possible?) infidelity, nightmares, sweet Ethan
wc: 589
a/n: based on this request! I just love a sweet and sappy Ethan 😩
You finally make it back to your tiny one-bedroom apartment outside of D.C. after a long, emotionally draining mission.
After you drop your bag at the door, you head to the kitchen for a drink. The apartment is empty - a few furniture pieces, a bed, a tv - with a lack of anything personal except for a single picture of you and Ethan by the couch.
When you sit down on the couch, you set your glass of wine next to that picture. You pick it up, staring at it. It was taken shortly after you and Ethan decided to give your relationship a label.
You remember the day the picture was taken. Everyone was exhausted from the mission, but wanted to get drinks together to celebrate like always.
Your team for this mission invited you out to drinks, but you declined. You wanted to go home and process what happened.
Being the only female on the team, you were the one required to seduce the target. You did just that, and in order to keep your cover, you knew you had to sleep with him when he asked you to stay the night.
You felt awful doing it. Dirty, even. You felt like you were betraying Ethan. Nothing more than a heavy make out session occurred, but you still hated yourself for it.
When Ethan comes home later that day, you greet him and he knows something is off. He doesn’t ask any questions, though, your jobs had tough missions.
That night, you wake up suddenly from a bad dream. Ethan had left you once he found out you slept with another man.
“Y/n?” Ethan asks sleepily, turning over in bed. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” you tell him.
“No it’s not,” he frowns, sitting up next to you. “What happened?”
“Just a dream about the mission,” you say shortly. It wasn’t really a lie.
“Baby, there’s more to it. You can tell me.”
You look at him, tears filling your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling you close to his body.
“Ethan… the mission… I slept with another man,” you start to cry.
“Hey,” he says softly, starting to pet your hair. “It’s part of our job.”
“I hate it,” you whine. “We didn’t have sex but I felt awful doing it.”
“What can I do to help?” Ethan asks you.
“Just… help me forget about it?”
“Okay, baby,” he says, leaning back slightly to see your face.
He smiles softly before leaning in and kissing you.
You slide your fingers up through his hair, holding his head and holding him close to you.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers against your lips, gently moving you to lay on the bed.
He crawls on top of you, gently stroking your cheek.
“I love you,” Ethan tells you.
You blink back tears. “I love you.”
Ethan starts to kiss your jaw and works his way down your neck.
“Ethan,” you sigh.
“Nothing that happens on a mission will change how I feel about you,” he murmurs against your skin, starting to lightly suck at it.
“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, melting under Ethan’s sweet kisses.
You feel his lips form a smile.
“Good girl,” he praises.
“You know how to work me up.”
“It’s pretty hot,” he teases.
You gently push him off you, wanting to look into his pretty green eyes.
“What?” Ethan asks.
“I love you so much,” you say.
Ethan sits up and pulls you into his body. “I love you too, remember that, okay?”
You nod. “Okay.”
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hi
if you are taking requests can I please request an Ethan hunt x reader plz?
maybe she gets sent on a mission and she finds out she has to sleep with someone (not rape but like a seduction part of the mission) on the mission and she has a really hard time coping after. And she hasn’t told Ethan yet (they are dating) and she wakes up from a. Nightmare about it and Ethan wants to help but she is scared to tell him. So after she tells him and he asks how he can help and she just asks him to make her think of something else. So maybe a little bit of super super fluffy smut between him and the reader?
this is totally up to you and I don’t want you to do anything you are uncomfortable with (you can choose to use smut or no smut it is up to you)
I’m always taking requests! It may take awhile to get to (life, you know?), but I will write it! ❤️
Expect this fic to be up tomorrow!! 🥰 hope you’re not too mad about the delay!
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Omg 500 followers!
I never thought I would reach this number on this account 😭
I was so scared to start posting my fics for everyone to see and all I receive is absolute love ❤️
I am so sorry for posting so slow nowadays, I have a full time job and a puppy that takes up all of my time and I’m exhausted by the end of the day. But don’t worry! I am working on fics and all the requests I have received.
Thank you for your patience and continued support! Love y’all!
-a
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It Was You
pete “maverick” mitchell x reader
summary: when maverick knocks on your door, your true feelings emerge.
warnings: friends with benefits, student/instructor dynamic, age gap (not mentioned), language, drunkenness, make-out session
wc: 823
a/n: based on this request! not necessarily exactly like the song but there’s angst. hope you enjoy!
It had been almost two months since you broke things off with Maverick.
Not that the two of you were really dating, it was more of a friends with benefits type relationship, but after a month you realized how bad of an idea it was to fuck your instructor.
You were doing well, but whenever you passed Maverick in the halls on base, he would give you puppy eyes, like he was trying to apologize for something.
One Friday night, you’re at home watching a movie with your new fling. He’s nothing to write home about, but you needed someone to get your mind off of Maverick.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on your door.
“I’ll get it,” you say, standing up from the couch and heading to the front door.
When you open the door, your smile fades.
“What are you doing here?”
“I miss you,” Maverick mumbles. You can smell whiskey faintly on his breath.
“Maverick,” you sigh. “You’re drunk. Please go home.”
“Not drunk,” he continued to mumble.
“Mav, this is embarrassing, please go.”
Ryan walks up behind you. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, he was just leaving, right, Pete?”
The use of his name over his call sign stings not just Maverick, but also you.
Maverick nods, and stumbles off your porch.
“Wait,” you call out. Maverick stops, back still to you.
You turn to Ryan. “I need to get him home before he does anything he’s gonna regret in the morning. I’ll be back soon, okay?”
“How do I know you’re not gonna do anything?” Ryan asks.
“Trust me, nothing’s going to happen.”
Ryan stares at you for a moment.
“I’ll be right back,” you mutter, stepping across the threshold.
Maverick is still waiting at the bottom of your steps.
“Why did you come here?” you hiss.
“I miss you,” he repeats, looking at the ground.
You grab his arm and start to lead him to his house.
“Mav, I told you.”
“You don’t look happy with him,” Maverick frowns.
“This is not your place to tell me who I can and can’t date,” you quip.
“Gimme another chance,” he pleads.
“We can’t, Pete. You’re my instructor. There are rules.”
“Fuck the rules.”
“Not these rules. You can do whatever the fuck you want up in the air but we have to follow these rules, Mav.”
You guide him up the steps to his house.
“We were good together,” he mumbles.
“Don’t do this, Pete,” you say, feeling your throat close up and tears forming in your eyes.
Maverick looks up at you with sadness in his eyes.
“I won’t, I’m sorry for knocking on your door,” he says, suddenly stone cold sober.
“I need to go before I do something stupid,” you say, turning away. “Goodnight, Mav.”
“Goodnight, y/n,” Maverick whispers.
You go back to your place, where Ryan is still waiting.
Later that night, as you lay in bed with Ryan, you can’t stop thinking about how you’d rather be next to Maverick.
You spend the weekend with Ryan, but your mind is filled with Maverick. As Ryan walks you to your door Sunday night, you find some courage.
“Ryan, I don’t think this is working for me,” you say.
“What?” he asks you.
“I wanted to make this work, but I just don’t have the same feelings that you do for me.”
“It’s Maverick, isn’t it?”
“Ryan, I…”
“No, I get it. Goodnight.”
Ryan turns on his heel and walks away. You watch him walk out of sight and you walk to Maverick’s house.
You knock on his door, and he answers almost immediately.
“Y/n,” he says softly.
“You were right, Mav,” you say, on the verge of tears.
“What?”
“I miss you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after Friday night.”
Maverick doesn’t say anything.
“If you changed your mind and don’t feel the same anymore, I get it and I’ll leave if you tell me,” you say, rambling.
Maverick leans in and kisses you, hard. Your arms wrap around his neck instinctively, and you push him back inside his house, kicking the door shut behind you.
He pushes you up against the door with a thud. Maverick’s tongue eagerly swipes against your lips, wanting in.
Of course, without any hesitation, you part your lips for him, his tongue moving in and swiping against yours.
A moan slips out of your mouth and into his, and he sighs happily.
“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me,” Maverick tells you.
“You’re the worst thing that’s happened to me,” you tease.
He smiles. “I know you don’t mean that.”
You giggle and kiss him again, happy to be back in his arms.
“I’m sorry I walked away, I was scared,” you say softly.
“Don’t be, y/n,” Maverick reassures you, pulling you in for a hug. He kisses the top of your head.
“Mav,” you sigh, squeezing him tighter, never wanting to let go ever again.
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hi! Just wanted to say that your fics are so amazing. If you aren't too busy, could I request something angsty with older Mav based on the song "good 4 u" by Olivia Rodrigo?
Thank you ❤️❤️
Thank you so much!! ❤️ keep an eye out, it should be posted tomorrow 👀
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Home
pete “maverick” mitchell x fem!reader
summary: maverick makes it home after the mission and has missed you.
warnings: 18+, set after TGM, mention of bruises, mention of death, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, age gap
wc: 815
a/n: based on this request. I absolutely love writing for older Mav 😍
You hear the front door open to your house.
He’s home.
You carefully make your way to the foyer to greet him. You find him with his back against the door, head resting against it with his eyes closed.
“Mav,” you breathe, relieved that he is home in one piece.
Maverick opens his eyes and looks at you, a small smile spreading on his face. “Hi sweetheart,” he says, pushing himself off the door.
You don’t say anything more, you just move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wraps you in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest.
“Pete,” you sigh into his body.
He kisses the top of your head. The two of you stand there for a minute, not saying anything.
“You’re home,” you say, breaking the silence.
“I am,” he sighs.
“How was the mission?”
He pulls away slightly, taking a long look at you.
“Pete?”
“You don’t understand how happy I am to see you,” he says, finally giving you a kiss.
“You should show me.”
You feel him smile against your lips. He starts to push you backwards down the hall to the bedroom, clothes being dropped along the way - his jacket, your shirt, his shirt… by the time you reach the bed, you’re in just your panties and he’s in his briefs.
You notice the bruises on his skin, and your fingertips softly glide over them.
“You took a beating,” you frown.
“Don’t worry about them,” he mumbles, kissing your neck.
“Mav,” you sigh, his kisses instantly making you melt beneath him.
Maverick gently pushes you onto the bed and he crawls over you.
“You really have no idea how happy I am to see you,” he murmurs as he kisses down your body.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” you ask him.
He shakes his head. “I just want to forget about it right now.”
“Okay,” you say, barely above a whisper.
Maverick pushes your legs apart and starts to kiss your inner thigh. You throw your head back against the pillow, hips slightly bucking in anticipation.
“Easy,” he smiles against your skin.
He pulls your panties down and slots his mouth against you, eager to taste you again after a long month away.
“Pete!” you exclaim as pleasure fills your senses.
He hums against you, getting sloppy with his work, making obscene noises that just turn you on further.
“Fuck! Pete!” you exclaim again, grabbing at his hair as the pleasure overwhelming you.
Maverick takes notice and backs off. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
He crawls back over you, leaning down and kissing you, languidly. You sigh happily, running your hands through his hair.
Maverick works his briefs down as he kisses you, pumping himself through his fist.
“Y/n,” he breathes, lining himself up with your slit.
“Pete,” you say, studying his face.
His eyes dark with love, he pushes in you, making you throw your head back against the pillow and closing your eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he hums, kissing your neck.
“Fuck, Mav, you… you feel so good,” you manage to say as he rocks his hips against you.
“I’ve missed all of this,” he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he begins to go harder and faster.
“Pete, please,” you cry, feeling your orgasm build.
“That’s it,” he growls, thrusting into you like it’s the last thing he’ll do.
“Fuck, Pete, right there,” you exclaim as your orgasm washes over you.
“Fuck,” Maverick groans, chasing his own orgasm.
You hold tightly onto Maverick as he finds his release, his warm cum coating your walls.
Maverick slows, shallowly thrusting now. He props himself up to look at you.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighs, moving to lay down next to you.
“My baby,” you say, kissing his chest.
“I really thought I wasn’t going to make it back,” Maverick says, staring at the ceiling. “Then Rooster saved my life and thought we both weren’t gonna make it back.”
You don’t say anything, you just continue to pepper his body with kisses.
“If we had died… I don’t think I could’ve faced Goose. If we hadn’t made it back to the carrier…”
His voice cracks.
“Hey,” you say, moving so you can see his face. “You made it home, okay? You’re back with me. You’re safe. Rooster’s safe. I’m sure Goose is proud of both of you.”
You wipe Maverick’s tears away. He nods at your words.
“And I love you more than anything, for what it’s worth,” you add with a small smile.
“How did I get so lucky?” Maverick asks, pulling you down and kissing you. “Why did you agree to date an old man like me?”
“Mav,” you half-heartedly scold, lightly hitting his chest.
“I love you too, y/n,” Maverick says. “Thank you for being my home.”
“I would do anything for you, Pete.”
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I just had this idea for older Maverick x younger gf reader & wanted to see if you were interested in writing it because you write him soooo well.
It’s set right after the mission where all he can think about is wanting to let her know he’s alive and missed her as soon as he gets back on land. She’s at his home waiting for him so she can run into his arms and never let go knowing he’s safe with her again. Just a lot of fluff, comfort & love making.
Thank you so much! I love writing for older Mav 😍
It should be ready tomorrow, so keep an eye out!
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Sweet Nothings
tom cruise x fem!reader
summary: after a day of negotiations, Tom just needs you.
warnings: non sexual nudity, non sexual touching, fluff
wc: 513
a/n: based on this request! I just have a feeling Tom would be so needy for his partner’s touch.
You’re lounging on the couch, flipping through Netflix, trying to find something to watch.
Tom walks in, looking exhausted.
“Honey,” you sigh, putting the remote down.
“That was the longest negotiation I’ve ever sat through,” he tells you, moving to the couch.
He lays down and puts his head on your lap. You mindlessly run your hand through his hair.
“Well now it’s over,” you say.
“Just for today,” he groans. “Can we go cuddle in bed?”
You smile. “Of course we can.”
He gets off your lap and offers you a hand. You take it, and he leads you to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, he takes his shirt and jeans off.
“What are you doing?” you ask him, raising a brow.
“Mm, take your shirt off, sweetheart,” he says softly, walking over to you.
“Babe,” you complain. “I don’t wanna have sex.”
“I don’t want sex. I want skin on skin,” he pouts.
“You are a full grown man, pouting like a child,” you playfully tease, leaning up and giving him a kiss. “But okay.
“Thank you,” he whispers, helping you take your shirt off.
You crawl into bed, Tom right behind you. He settles in, and you settle into the crook of his body. He pulls the blankets up over the both of you.
“What’s got you like this?” you ask him.
“I just need a break,” he sighs.
“I know, baby.”
His hands roam your body - not in a sexual way, but in a ‘you’re mine’ kind of way.
“Baby,” you sigh, closing your eyes.
He starts to gently kiss your face.
“I love you so much,” he tells you softly. “All mine. My beautiful girl.
You start to rub his chest and place kisses on his shoulder. “I love you,” you mutter against his skin.
The two of you lay there in silence for a bit.
“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” you ask Tom.
“Hm?”
“Do you wanna watch a movie? You can lay on my lap if you want.”
Tom kisses your head. “Sure, sweetheart.”
You stand up and throw on Tom’s shirt. He holds out his hand and you take it, letting him guide you back to the living room.
You take a seat on the couch, and Tom lays down, carefully placing his head on your lap.
“That’s it,” you coo, running your hands through his hair.
“Sweetheart,” he sighs, kissing your bare legs.
You lean down and kiss his head. Tom rolls over so he’s on his back. He smiles at you.
“What?” you ask him.
“I love you so much,” he says, reaching up to caress your face.
“I love you too,” you smile.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispers.
“Stop,” you say, feeling your cheeks heat.
He shakes his head, sitting up. He wraps his arms around you.
“You look so good,” he murmurs in your ear, peppering your face with kisses.
“Mm, Tom,” you sigh. He nips and sucks on the skin on your neck.
“I never want to let you go.”
“I never want to leave.”
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American made is one of my fav movies ever of his, he’s just so perfect and would do anything for his family. Anyways, could you possibly write something based on him flashing his ass to his girl like he does in the movie cuz he’s such a sexy goofball & can’t keep his hands off his woman any chance he gets.
Hi hi hi! Sorry it took so long 🫣 yes I love that scene and would love to write a needy Tom!
Keep an eye out 👀
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Christmas Surprise
tom cruise x younger!wife!reader
summary: your husband surprises you on Christmas Day.
warnings: slight strained relationship, age gap (not mentioned), fluffy Tom
wc: 521
a/n: based on this request. Merry Christmas/happy holidays everyone!
You weren’t the biggest fan of Tom filming over the holidays. He knew that, and he told you he did everything he could to avoid this, and you believed him. It didn’t mean you were happy about it.
Tom calls you on Christmas Eve.
“Hey you,” you answer your phone.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m so sorry about filming over the holidays.”
“I know you are, baby, and it’s okay. You sound exhausted.”
Tom softly chuckles. “Yeah, I am. I wish I could be in bed with you right now.”
You smile at his words. “I know, Tom, I know. You’ll be home for New Year’s, right?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Good,” you smile. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll be home soon.”
“Okay. Talk tomorrow?”
“Yes, definitely.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
The call ends. You stay there for a moment, looking at your Lock Screen - a picture of you and Tom.
You get ready for bed - throwing on one of Tom’s shirts - and crawl onto his side of the bed. It smells like him and brings you comfort when he’s away. You wrap yourself in the blankets and his calming scent lulls you to sleep.
The next morning, you’re woken by the bed shifting.
“Tom?” you ask groggily, still not quite awake.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he says, leaning over and kissing your cheek.
“Mm, Merry Christmas,” you mumble.
Tom lays down beside you, pulling you flush against his chest.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear.
The chills that you get from his whisper wakes you a little more.
“Tom?” you ask again, a little more awake.
“I’m right here, y/n,” he tells you.
“Tom!” you exclaim, turning over to face him. You cup his face in your hands.
Tom smiles and kisses you. You wrap yourself around him.
“I guess you’ve missed me,” Tom chuckles, kissing whatever skin he can get to.
“Mm hm,” you hum. “I thought you were filming.”
“We were but took a break for the holidays. I wanted to surprise you.”
“You sure did,” you say, this time you’re the one peppering his skin with kisses. “I just want to lay here all day with you.”
“Well, good news - you can.”
“No work calls?”
Tom shakes his head. “I’m all yours, sweetheart. Until the 12th.”
You take a good look at Tom before kissing him again - hungrily and needily.
“Easy, sweetheart, we have, like, 20 days,” Tom chuckles against your lips.
“Yeah but I haven’t seen you in like 30,” you reply, moving your kisses from his lips to the corner of his mouth and jaw.
“Alright, alright,” Tom smiles. “I’m all yours. Do what you please.”
You giggle. “Don’t tell me that.”
Tom pulls you onto him, and you straddle his torso, hands on his pecs.
“I mean it,” he says playfully, poking your sides.
You smile at him before you lean down to kiss him again.
“God, I love you,” you murmur against his lips.
“Mm, I love you too,” he replies.
“Best Christmas present,” you mumble against his lips, absolutely overjoyed he’s back home in your arms.
#tom cruise x reader#tom cruise imagine#maverick x reader#ethan hunt x reader#pete mitchell x reader#requests#tom cruise x you
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I was wondering if you could write something about Tom x younger wife reader where he’s away filming but he surprised her by coming home and waking her up on Christmas morning so it’s sweet and fluffy 🥹
🥹 yes yes omg it’ll be posted later today ❤️
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Date Night
bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader
summary: you and rooster go on a date to the hard deck.
warnings: brief alcohol mention, fluffy rooster
wc: 542
a/n: based on this request. A short and sweet (and fluffy) Rooster fic for y’all ❤️
Rooster called you earlier in the day to ask you out for drinks at The Hard Deck. You hesitated, but finally agreed.
Now you’re waiting in your living room, waiting for that blue Bronco to pull into your drive. When it finally does, you jump up and head to the door, leaving and locking it before Rooster comes to a stop.
You hop into his truck. “Hey,” you beam.
“Hey,” Rooster smiles, leaning over and giving you a quick kiss. “Someone’s eager.”
“I’m just excited it’s Friday and you’re done with work for a little.”
Rooster smiles again before he reverses out of your driveway and heads to The Hard Deck.
It’s a short 7 minute drive to the bar from your place. The two of you get out of the Bronco and head in. As soon as you enter, you take Rooster’s hand into yours.
“Rooster! Y/n!” Phoenix calls out from the back.
You smile and lead Rooster to the back to join your friends.
“We already got beers for everyone,” Phoenix nods towards a table with beers on it.
“Thanks Phoenix,” Rooster says, dropping your hand to walk to the table and pick up two beers.
“How are you and Rooster?” Phoenix asks playfully.
You giggle. “So good, Nat. So, so good.”
“Rooster’s been so much happier with you around. I’m glad you two found each other,” she tells you.
You nod.
Rooster comes back with a beer for you.
“Thanks,” you say, taking the beer and taking a drink from it.
“What are you two talking about?” Rooster asks.
“Boys,” Phoenix teases.
“Gross,” Rooster replies in the same teasing tone.
As the night goes on, you and Rooster are glued together.
During a game of pool, Rooster comes up behind you and helps you line up your shot, earning a round of groans and (teasing) comments from the group.
Rooster takes you by the hand later and pulls you to the piano with him, where he plays around on the keys, not making much of anything, just teaching you.
The two of you laugh when you try using both hands to play the piano, only to make a jumbled mess of notes.
“Maybe we’ll stick with one hand,” Rooster says playfully, kissing your cheek.
“I don’t think I was made to play piano,” you tell him.
“We’ll keep practicing.”
You laugh and give Rooster a kiss.
Later, as the crowd dies down and the Dagger Squad has parted ways, Rooster takes you home.
“I had fun tonight,” he tells you when his car comes to a stop in your driveway once again.
“I did too, Roos,” you say, placing a hand on his leg.
Pause.
“Do you want to stay the night?” you ask.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you say with a nod.
“Sure,” he smiles, turning the Bronco off.
You lead him inside and the two of you fall onto the couch, slightly giggly. You cuddle up against Rooster.
“Bradley?” you ask.
“What is it?” he replies, shifting to get a good look at you.
“I love you.”
Rooster smiles and places a kiss on your temple. “I love you too.”
#top gun x reader#rooster bradshaw x reader#top gun imagine#bradley rooster bradshaw imagine#bradley bradshaw fluff#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader#rooster x you#rooster imagine#rooster x reader
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anything cute with rooster? Something with the two being lovey dovey and all over each other at the hard deck hehe, love your writing so feel free to add in whatever I’m just in love with him atm
Yes of course I love fluffy rooster 😍😍 should be up in a couple days! ❤️
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Birthday Surprise
bradley rooster bradshaw x reader
summary: the dagger squad gets back from the mission the day before your birthday, and the next day you feel forgotten
warnings: set after TG: Maverick, the tiniest bit of angst, birthdays, forgotten birthdays, fluffy rooster
wc: 562
a/n: based on this request! It’s a little short but hopefully fulfills y’all’s need for fluffy Rooster ❤️
You knew they were exhausted.
They all just got back from the mission, with Rooster and Maverick barely getting out alive. They deserved a break.
Unfortunately, the day they got back was your birthday, and no one said anything to you.
Rooster had spent most of the day sleeping, and you didn’t blame him. He must be exhausted.
You spend most of the day alone on the couch, with Rooster in the bedroom sleeping. You keep the tv on, with some random show softly on in the background to keep you from going crazy.
In the late afternoon, Rooster finally emerges.
“Hey,” he says, voice still thick with sleep.
“Hey,” you say, standing up to greet him.
You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him close.
Rooster sighs as he tightens his hold around you, happy to finally be back in your arms.
“I need to go to base for a bit, but I will be back as soon as possible,” Rooster tells you, giving you a quick kiss.
“Baby, you just got back,” you whine.
“I know, but the whole almost dying thing makes them want to check on me.”
You nod. “Okay.”
“I will be back as soon as I can, and then I’m all yours, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
As Rooster leaves, you feel frustrated with him. He still hasn’t said anything about it being your birthday. You try not to take it personally due to the circumstances.
You hear the door open a few hours later.
“Y/n?” Rooster calls out.
“Hey Roos,” you reply from the kitchen. You finish up putting the dishes away.
As you turn down the main hallway to the front door, you’re greeted by the Dagger Squad.
“Happy Birthday!” they all exclaim.
“Bradley,” you say as you feel your eyes start to water.
Rooster wraps you up into a hug. “We didn’t forget about you.”
As the squad files into the kitchen, Phoenix helps you set up the decorations she bought while Rooster and Hangman get the grill going outside.
“Thank you,” you say to Phoenix as you hang the last streamer.
“You’re welcome,” she smiles. “I know the timing of everything was awful.”
“It was, but you guys are here now.”
Phoenix smiles again and gives you a hug.
You and the squad spend a few hours together, but they’re all still exhausted and cut the party short. You’re not mad, though, you’re very happy you got to spend time with them on your birthday, even if it was just for a few hours.
You crawl onto the couch next to Rooster once everyone has left. You settle against his body, and he wraps an arm around you.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
“You’re welcome,” Rooster says, kissing your temple. “I know it was short lived, but we wanted to do something for you.”
“You all did more than enough.”
“Good. We’re exhausted,” Rooster chuckles.
“I know, baby, I know,” you tell him, resting your head between his neck and shoulder.
“You deserve to feel special, even if I feel like shit.”
“Bradley, stop it. What you did was amazing, and I loved it. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“Probably until I’m not tired anymore.”
You giggle. “You’re ridiculous. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Rooster smiles, giving you a kiss.
#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw imagine#bradley bradshaw x reader#rooster x reader#rooster x you#rooster imagine#rooster bradshaw x reader#top gun x reader#top gun imagine#requests
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