Hey Fam, I'm tired of having to look for my stuff so I can link chapters to each other so here's a master list
And small overview of my writing: I tend to write long chapters, a good deal of smut and fluff, with the occasional angst because I apparently like to make myself suffer (and I can’t do that alone, so you suffer too). Also 99.9% of my stuff is Female, Plus Size reader insert. If it’s anything else I mention in at the beginning of each story :) (Loki and Sully so far is the only gender neutral ones I have)
*most of these will have multiple chapters that I’m still working on! (I've highlighted them in blue) If you want to be tagged in anything let me know 💙
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Save Yourself (currently written 19/25)
He Didn’t Dump Me (featuring Crowley)
Sam Winchester
Lock the Damn Door!
Marvel
Bucky Barnes
The Way You Look Tonight Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Baron Helmut Zemo
The Way You Look Tonight Part 2
Loki
Can I keep Him?
Steven Grant/ Marc Spector
Any Way You Want It
Triple Frontier
Franki
You & Me - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3
Where the Rivers Meet
Santi
How Did You Know My Ass Would Need Saving?
Tom
Unless I'm Allowed Dessert
Star Wars
Din Dijarin
A Different Kind of Bounty (smut)
Strangers - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3
Ladies, Please (feat. Fennec & Boba)
Cassian Andor
It's A Low Number
Hot Blood (love is gunna get ya) - sex pollen
Poe Dameron
Don’t Tell Anyone! Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
The Last Of Us
Joel Miller
I Can’t Help Myself - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
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Requested by Anon - Ahhhh I saw that your requests were open for Triple Frontier?! Could I please request something with Redfly? I'm down for anything except for any pregnancy stuff. Thank you!
Characters – Tom x Reader, Benny, Catfish, Ironhead, Pope.
Word Count – 1464
‘Can we get discounts for being your best friends?’ You asked as you and Pope smiled as Tom turned around.
‘You can, he can’t.’ He said motioning to you, you raised your arms victoriously before hitting Pope’s shoulder.
‘How you been?’ Tom asked as he wrapped Pope in a hug.
‘Aren’t you divorced?’ Pope questioned, as they pulled up at the house.
‘Yeah.’ He said, pressing the button of the garage door to open.
‘And she allows you in the house?’ You asked, as you leaned through the middle of the two front seats.
‘The garage.’ He corrected you, you and Pope both oh’d as he got out and Tess came out her earphones in. She climbed into the back of the seat and didn’t look up as she fastened her seat belt.
‘What? No hello anymore?’ You asked, she looked up and smiled, removing her earphones, just as Tom got back into the car.
‘What are you doing here?’ She asked, shocked to see you.
‘Meeting with the team.’ You told her, her eyes flickered to Pope in the front, giving him a small smile.
‘You know I never see you out of clothes like these.’ Tess commented and you laughed, as you looked at the camouflage trouser, worn down combat boots and tightly down French plaits.
‘What can I say? It’s comfy.’ You said with a shrug of the shoulders before you fell into silence and she went back to her phone.
‘You’re going on another mission.’ She said, as Pope and Tom got out the jeep and walked over to the gas station.
‘We are.’ You told her truthfully, she frowned.
‘Is dad going?’ She asked, you shrugged your shoulders.
‘Only if he wants to.’ You said as you turned to her.
‘He will,’ she said.
‘If you going.’ She commented quieter. You frowned and shook your head, before reaching over and placing a comforting hand on her knee.
‘Well then, if he goes because of me. I promise I’ll bring him back.’ You told her
‘In one piece?’
‘Maybe a few bumps, but in one piece.’ You said,
‘I promise.’ You said, holding your pinkie out, and she wrapped her one around yours and nodded accepting it. Tom and Pope got into the car, and he looked at you through the rear-view mirror before starting the car.
The loud pop echoed through the stones as you, landed face down the pain sharp in the centre of you back. Then the team fired back and got him.
‘Redfly?’ Benny shouted, when they got no response you heard their footsteps coming closer. You rolled over into your back on the stones, groaning.
‘Zulu?’ Catfish shouted, you raised your arm and gave them a thumbs up.
‘We’re good.’ You shouted as you sat up, before getting on your knees and stood up.
‘You got hit.’ Ironhead said, you nodded looking down to Redfly who was supporting doll eyes, wide with fear.
‘My vest got it.’ You shouted up.
‘Move.’ You said, as you were leant over him. He looked up at you as the French plaits you were wearing were slowly coming undone. You got up, the pain from the bullet was dulling slightly, as you offered your hand to him, he accepted it with wide eyes before you yanked him up.
‘I promised you daughter I’d bring you home in one piece.’ You said, shoving him, the pain spreading across your back as you moved.
‘Here let me help.’ Tom said to you, you dropped your arms and nodded.
He entered the make shift room on the boat, his hands clutched the bottom of the vest and slowly lifted it up. You bit your lips as you lifted your arms out the holes. Tom placed the vest on a surface as you let out a sigh of relief, a hand coming up and cupping your ribs.
‘Let me see it.’ Tom said, you dropped your arms and he lifted up the top until it was on top of your shoulders. The cold draft caught your skin and brung out goose bumps.
Tom looked at the bruise, the red centre was surrounded by purples and blues expanding out from your spine. Tom reached forward, his fingers touching it causing you to tense your back up.
‘Sorry.’ He apologised moving his hand away.
‘It’s fine.’ You said, wriggling the shoulders your shirt fell down.
‘No, I’m sorry.’ He said, you looked at him shaking your head.
‘It’s not your fault.’ You said, as you walked over the room, your boots heavy on the wood.
‘You took a bullet for me, how is it not my fault?’ He asked.
‘Look, would you rather the bullet be in the centre of your head?’ You asked him, poking the centre of his head. He watched you, before lowering his hands to your hips as he lowered his head, resting it against yours.
‘Ow.’ You said as Tess hugged you tightly.
‘What?’ She asked as she pulled back quickly.
‘It’s nothing?’ You said dismissively, then the footsteps sounded.
‘She got shot.’ Tom said, you glared at him.
‘You what?’ She asked shocked, her eyes scanning over you for any injuries.
‘It hit my vest, I’m fine.’ You told her, she looked at you cautiously as you sat down carefully on the couch. Tom walked past the pair of you before heading into the kitchen.
‘Hold this between her shoulders.’ Tom said to Tess handing her a towel presumably full of ice, you shook your head but then she pressed the cool ice on it, you tensed before relaxing as the cold helped it. You let out a sigh closing your eyes.
‘You brought him back.’ She said, you raised both your eyebrows ad nodded.
‘I promised you, didn’t I?’ You asked, cracking an eye open. She smiled and nodded.
‘You know he likes you.’ She said, you didn’t open your eyes just hummed.
‘You know?’
‘Have you done anything about it?’ She questioned you, you opened your eyes with a raised eyebrow.
‘When did you become a specialist in relationships?’ You asked her, chuckling slightly but the pain up your back made you wince.
‘I’m not, but-‘ She trailed off, you sighed and turned to her. Removing the ice from your back, playing with the cold towel.
‘We both like each other, but we haven’t done anything.’ You told her truthfully, her eyebrows furrowed together.
‘Why?’ She asked, you shrugged your shoulders lightly.
‘The job we do.’ You told her, as you moved back leaning against the soft fabric of the couch.
‘Well if I heard correctly in the car, is that was the last one. You got enough money to retire.’ She said shyly, you looked at her with narrowed eyes.
‘You were listening the whole time.’ You said and watched as a light layer of pink spread across her cheeks.
‘Of course.’ She said proudly.
‘I would say I’m proud of you, but I think Tom might here.’ You said, she giggled and nodded as she leaned against the back of the couch, both of you talking about the TV shows you had missed, and whoever she was daydreaming over now.
‘Tess made a point today.’ Tom said as he got out the car and shut the door behind you.
‘You were listening to our conversation?’ You asked, he shrugged his shoulders.
‘What point?’ You asked.
‘We’re retried now.’ He said, you chuckled as you shook your head at him.
You stopped at the bottom of your stairs as you turned around to him, he was looking at you as he continued to walk over to you. He reached up and
‘That means I can do this.’ He said, dipping his head down and capturing your lips with his ones. You both smiled into the kiss, your hands made their way up to his neck, pulling on the small hairs at the base of his neck as he backed you up until you were pressed against the wall, you back arched into his as the bruise hit the wall, you pulled away and he followed you.
‘Now, I’m going to stop you there.’ You said as he groaned, your hands slid from his neck up to his cheeks as you rubbed your thumb across them.
‘If your up for lying on my bed and binge-watching TV shows your welcome to come in.’ You offered him.
‘If there is anything else in that brain of yours, get it out.’ You watched as he frowned.
‘I’m too sore for anything tonight and too tired.’ You told him, he smiled at you before he bent down, lifting you up and your hands wrapped around his neck as he carried you bridal style up the stair and into your house.
‘I can do that.’ He said.
You made one comment, ONE, that your friend’s relator was attractive in that rugged-military-man kind of way and now she drags your to every house showing she has with him. The first couple of times you gazed from afar, mostly because he was working. Your friend always tries to push you to start a conversation, or better yet ask for his number. And you can never seem to get the words out. So the next house she buys, she ditches you at the scene. Leaving you and one Tom Davis alone.
Warnings: Smut (p in v, fingering, car sex), age gap
“So what’s on the agenda for today?” You ask, staring out the passenger window. Suddenly you’re thrown forward, looking up to see the light turned red.
“I need you to help me make a final decision on this house. Jerry’s... caught in a meeting.” Stacy lazy replies, fluffing her hair in the mirror.
“So he’s being a dick again?” You raise your eyebrows at her. She rolls her eyes and huffs dramatically, looking over at you.
“Yes. But we are still in agreement to buy this house.” The light turns green and she floors the gas pedal of her fancy Mercedes, barely making the next light. You don’t prompt for more information, and she doesn’t elaborate.
“Ok… So what house is this one? And why did we need to carpool?” You move back to the topic at hand. She perks up at the thought of her new house.
“ The one on Cherry Street. It’s in a cute little housing track, old as dirt but the yards are much bigger than anything else I’ve seen in ages. Tom says they’re asking too much for this property anyways so we could get it for a steal! And I mentioned you we’re coming with, he seemed to perk up at that.”
“I highly doubt he remembers me. Anyways, what are your design plans for this house?“
And that’s all it takes for her to start talking about her future design plans for the new property and not about trying to set you up with Tom... again.
She whips into the driveway of a three story corner lot house. It definitely needs paint and a good refresh on the landscaping, but otherwise it’s one of the nicer houses she’s bought.
“Good call on the outfit, and the hair. He’ll definitely notice.” She comments as she steps out of her car. You frown, confused that she would comment on your outfit. It’s just a plain white tee, cut a little lower than average, and a pair of light denim shorts. And the curls in your hair are left over from your work function yesterday and held in with dry shampoo.
“Yoo-hoo!” Stacy hollers as she opens the front door. There’s a bang and a ooff! You can smell cookies, and it makes you wish Stacy had taken you to lunch first.
“Hey Mrs. Ruth, I was just putting some cookies in.” He half smiles, the bags under his eyes matching the dark stubble along his jaw.
“Good for you dear, now let’s begin the tour shall we?”
Tom shows both of you around the house, the style is classic, with too many bedrooms that Stacy will never use but will decorate the crap out of. Tom doesn’t seem very enthusiastic about selling homes but he’s nice, giving us details that you imagine most people would steer away from.
Toms in the middle of explaining that the laundry room should probably be gutted when Stacy’s phone rings.
“What Jerry? No, that’s for the Hayworth family. The one you’re asking for…” she makes her way into the one acre backyard looking like she could strangle her husband through the phone. You and Tom stare at her for a moment, not sure if one of you should go out there and calm her down.
ding!
You both turn toward the kitchen, Tom taking a few strides to the oven, taking out a tray of your favorite cookies. You slide onto one of the bar stools that’s opposite of him.
“So do you think they’ll buy it?” He mumbles before putting a whole cookie on his mouth. He extends the tray to you.
“Oh ya. Stacy can spend everyday designing and shopping with a new house. Plus Jerry will be a bit happier since it’s a tad closer to his job.” You take a cookie, both munching and silently observing each other. His beard is starting to go a little wild, his face is tan to match his muscular biceps (which don’t really seem to get along with his polo sleeves).
“And why are you here?” He asks in between cookies. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind one bit that you’re here. You’re nothing like Mrs. Ruth; you’re kind, quiet and when you smile the room gets brighter. And you’re sexy as hell, not one thing about you says self-conscious; you wear those little shorts with a low cut top and it drives him up the wall. But he’s recently divorced, you’re a good deal younger... last thing you need is some old guy hitting on you.
“I have the day off and nothing to do. Stacy pulled up to my apartment, said get in the car and so I did.” You shrug, smiling at him. He smiles back, putting another cookie in his mouth. “What made you want to sell houses?” you ask, leaning towards him. He presses his lips together before answering, trying to not look at your tits.
“Want is not the word I would use, but it pays the bills.” He leans on the counter towards you, his eyes gently scanning your face. You lean a little closer, like a little invisible string pulling your face closer to his. His eyes are a bit sad, but somewhere underneath there’s a flicker of fire. If you leaned a little further...
Your phone starts ringing. You sigh and sit back onto the stool.
“Stacy why-”
“Had to run, work emergency with the company potluck, let’s meet up when I sign for the house!” And she hangs up. You glance out to the backyard and see she is no longer pacing the patio.
“She ditched me…” You frown. Your phone dings and you lean on the counter to look at it.
Stacy: Now stop drooling and make a move!
“Hey Tom…” You turn, almost bumping heads with him.
“Hmm…” He gives you a little crooked smile, he never noticed you have very faint freckles across your nose...
“Mind if I hitch a ride with you?” You flash him a smile.
“Sure, where to?” He clears his throat, turning his attention to the mess he’s made.
“Don’t go out of your way, I live on the southside of town. In the Salt Water Apartments.”
“I can drop you off at home, no problem. Let me just shut everything off and we’ll head out.”
You help Tom throw his collection of yard signs into the back of his giant ass truck and launch yourself into the front seat. He starts the truck, habitually rolling the windows down.
“So does she always ditch you or...” He turns to the back of the car, resting his hand on the shoulder of your seat as he backs his truck out.
“Not normally, but it’s also very rare that we actually ride together. We normally just meet up.” He hums in acknowledgement. “Do you normally give rides to strangers?”
“Only if they’re as beautiful and small as Tinker Bell.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and laughs. You roll your eyes, huffing in amusement, you may be short but nowhere as dainty as Tink. You both go silent, the radio barely audible over the wind from the windows.
“What apartment block?”
“Take the first right and the second left.” He slows to a stop and turns the car off.
“Thanks for the ride...” You softly say, putting your hand on the door but not wanting to open it.
“Ya, anytime” he half smiles. You smile back, turning to the door.
“Would you like to get dinner later?” He blurts.
“I would love to.” You answer eagerly.
“Pick you up here at 6:30?”
“Yes.” You nod, quickly opening the door all the way and sliding out, trying not to show the smile that goes from ear to ear.
When the door slams shut, Tom watches you let yourself into your apartment, letting a big goofy grin appear on his face for the first time in a long time.
_______
It’s 6:24 according to the clock on your nightstand. You quickly pat a little bit of lipstick on and head out to the corner to meet Tom. If you fuss over your outfit any longer you’ll go insane. You threw on a cute red ruffle dress that some may say is too short and revealing but what do they fuckin know anyways.
You hop down the stairs and see Tom standing on the corner with his hands in his pockets. He’s rocking back and forth on his heels looking at the beautiful Florida sunset. He changed into a navy button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to show off his macular forearms, and a pair of medium wash denim that hug his ass really nice.
“Hey Tom!” You sing song, lightly putting your hand on his upper arm.
“Hey,” he pauses, his eyes moving slowly over every curve of your body. He figures since it’s a date he can do that freely and slowly. He sees you bite your lip, confused on why you would ever be self-conscious. He tentatively wraps his arms around your waist, and you automatically move your hands up his biceps. “You look beautiful.” He remarks, moving his arms tighter around your waist, a smile plastered on his face. He guides you to the truck and helps you in.
“Interesting choice” You remark, looking at the Crazy Mama’s Mexican Food sign.
“Have you been?”
“No, but you’re lucky I’ll try any Mexican restaurant.” You smile at him. He huffs in amusement and walks around to your side to open the door.
First step in and it’s like your eyes have been assaulted and dazzled. The ceiling is just a mass of Mexican themed fairy lights. Their combined glow gives the restaurant a dark atmosphere. The mariachi music is slow and romantic coming from the live band on the left side of the restaurant.
“Ah Señor Tom! Back again are we?” An older man cries out, slapping Tom on the shoulder.
“Sí Señor Cuz.” Tom replies, pursing his lips in embarrassment.
“And I see we’ve brought a guest!” Cruz gestures to you.
“And a beautiful one at that!” A woman moves her hand across your shoulders and steps next to Cruz, giving him a peck on the cheek.
“Uh, ya, table for two.” Tom mumbles. They lead you to a small table in the corner furthest from the band.
“We’ll give you a few minutes alone…” Cruz says, as he sets a pair of menus on the table.
“You do look very beautiful tonight (Y/N).”
You look up from your menu, his goofy smile back..
“Thank you Tom. You clean up pretty good yourself.” You bite your lip. You noticed he trimmed his beard and ironed the navy blue button down he’s wearing.
After staring at each other you both quickly turn your attention to the menus for a few minutes. A server takes your order, quickly coming back with a beer and a glass of wine. You raise your eyebrow at Tom and he shrugs in reply.
“Compliments of Señor Cruz.” The server nods towards the bar. You both pick up your glasses and salute in thanks.
“So anything exciting in the world of real estate today?” You ask as you take a sip of wine.
“I don’t think there's ever anything exciting.” He laughs.
You talk all through dinner, learning a little about Tom's military past and he lets you drag on about your job at the state university. Dinner is beyond words, and when the check comes it simple says
Enjoy all the moments together!
You both smile and head out to the car. It’s sprinkling ever so lightly, the smell of fresh rain in the air. You stand in the middle of the parking lot, face to the sky as the rain sprinkles across your face.
Tom shakes his head at you, amazed that someone could be so carefree and in the moment. He looks up to the sky, he’s had mixed feelings about the rain; sometimes it’s welcomed after being in a desert for a week, and other times it just muddies everything. He turns to you, lightly putting his hand on your back to get you into the car before it starts pouring.
“I love the rain” You whisper into the window. The beads of water steadily roll down faster as Tom pulls out of the parking lot.
“We can drive for a bit.” He replies, making a turn away from your apartment. The city lights stretch out further and further as you head away from the sleepy little city. You turn toward Tom, bringing your knees closer to your chest. His expression is calm, only the occasional flash of sadness can be seen as car headlights intrude on your drive. You let your gaze wander over his body. He’s very muscular, big burly arms and strong broad shoulders. You imagine there’s abs underneath his shirt but they’ve been hidden by just a small layer of fat that makes you want to bury yourself against him. His legs are so long he has his seat pushed all the way back, leaving the perfect amount of space for you to straddle him if you wanted…
“Enjoying the view?” He flicks his eyes to you.
“Very much.” You smile. He pulls into a little side street near a strip of stores that’s normally abuzz with people. Tonight it looks like the rain has everyone staying inside. The glow from the sidewalk lights illuminate the cab just enough that you can make out his face. He turns off the truck and the pitter-patter of rain mingles with the sound of your breathing. You scoot into the middle seat, wanting to feel him close.
He turns toward you, one arm laying on the back of the seat while the other tilts your chin up. He brings your mouth to his, your lips brushing lightly. Your heart is hammering inside your chest so fast he might hear it. So you press your lips harder against his; his beard tickles your face and that’ll burn later but right now you need his hands on your body.
You move to your knees, pressing forward into him. Following your lead he moves just enough for you to hook your right leg over his lap. His hands settle on the small of your back, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip. You open your mouth to let his tongue tangle with your own. His hands begin to explore your body, his fingers dancing around the edge of your dress sending a shiver down your spine.
He smiles, moving his lips down your neck, slowly sucking every inch until he finds the perfect spot.
“Oh Tommy…” You exhale. He groans in reply, the vibrations multiplying throughout your body.
His fingers begin playing with the hem of your panties, and he thanks god that you didn’t wear anything else under your dress. He pushes one finger between your folds, already amazed at how wet you are for him.
“All for me?” He whispers into your ear as he slides one large finger inside you. You gasp, his finger reaching places only toys have ever reached. He brings your mouth back to his, gently pumping his finger in and out of you.
But the small friction isn’t enough, you want more and he seems to be reading your mind because one more finger slides in. You push back from him, shocked at the feeling of him stretching you so perfectly. You start rolling your hips, fucking his fingers purely for your pleasure. Your eyes close, all concentration is on his fingers curling and sliding inside you.
He hasn’t been this turned on from watching someone pleasure themselves in a very long time. It doesn’t even matter that he’s not getting himself off, this is about watching you fall apart for him. He quickly moves his mouth back to your neck, sucking harder and leaving no spot untouched. He moves his thumb to your clit, the build of your orgasm rocketing through you. You throw your head back, fucking his fingers faster until you completely come undone. Your orgasm rips through your body so hot you lean your head into the crook of his neck, arms loosely draping over his shoulders as you ride his fingers to get every ounce of pleasure. As your hips slow to a stop he removes his fingers, your cunt still clenching around what’s no longer there.
“That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.” He whispers into your hair; you lean back to so he can see you roll your eyes-
BEEP!
You both jump at the noise of the big ass truck horn.
“Guess I can’t be too sexy for long, leaves the world unbalanced.” You breathe out a laugh.
“You’re always too sexy.” He hums, his fingers massaging your thighs.
“I think it might be your turn, Redfly.” You whisper in his ear, rubbing his hard on through his jeans.
“You are naughty (Y/N).” He leans his seat back, putting his hands behind his head. You smile as you slide your panties off, it’s truly adorable he think’s his hands will stay there. You spring his cock free, the head red and ready for you. You pump him with one hand, unbuttoning your dress with the other. Tom’s smirk quickly disappears as he realizes what you’re doing.
He sits up a little, taking the front of your dress from your hands and unbuttoning the rest. You tits bounce free, Tom’s eyes gleaming at the site.
“You shirt too Tommy.“ You purr, your free hand trailing down his chest. He makes quick work of the buttons as you slip a condom on him. He tries to sit up a bit in order to take his shirt fully off but you lower yourself onto him and he falls back into the seat. He grips your thighs, you’re so tight and wet his brain short circuits.
You smile, moving his hands to your breasts, showing him how you like to be played with. And then you start bouncing, his dick throbbing at the site of all of you jiggling as you impale yourself over and over.
And your pretty little mouth is wide open, every noise like music to his ears. He sits up, bringing your open mouth to his, your tongues dancing until his mind wanders back to your tits. And his mouth follows, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking each one in turn.
He knows he won’t last much longer, not with you feeling this good and looking that fucking sexy. He slots a hand between your bodies, his finger finding your swollen clit. And he rubs fast, making you double over from the stimulation. Your mouths find each other again as he pushes you over the edge.
You let out a small fuck as your walls flutter around him. And he let’s go, spilling into the condom as you ride out your high on top of him.
After a few minutes you pull him out of you, letting him take care of the condom as you lay down on the seat. You’re trying to desperately catch your breath when he looks over at you. Your legs are spread for him to see your juices spilling from you; your dress open like a robe, tits out in the open and nipples erect.
“Unless I’m allowed desert, close your legs“ He laughs, tucking himself back in his pants.
“If you’re hungry you’re more than welcome Tommy.” You sass, spreading your pussy lips for him.
He looks up towards the sky, thanking whatever brought you into his life; and then back at you, sprawled and ready with the sweetest treat, just for him.
