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#Playful Hiddles
jobean12-blog · 1 year
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Respect the Loafs!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 602
Summary: You need to run to the store to grab something for your nightly routine...Bucky says no. 
Author’s Note: My friend sent me this tik tok HERE and I just thought it was so hilarious so I had to do it with our Bucky because he would so pull this! haha Hope you all enjoy, thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-in-darkness thank you lovely🥰
Warnings: Fluffy fun 
GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @wandasmaximoff thank you sweets🥰
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“Hey Buck, I have to run to the store really quick. Do you need anything?”
He looks up from his spot on the couch and lays his book on his chest, his eyebrows raised.
“Now?” he asks, looking at the time. “It’s late.”
“It’s only 8:30pm,” you giggle. “It’s not late.”
“No,” he states with a shake of his head as his finger points out the window to the city lights that shine brightly against the dark sky.
“No what?” you ask, narrowing your eyes. “No…you don’t need anything?”
“No you’re not going anywhere. It’s dark out.”
“So? I need my face wash.”
“Use my soap,” he says as he picks up his book up again.
“No. I want my face wash. I’m going.”
He drops the book again and stares at you.
“No. We can get it tomorrow morning.”
“Bucky.”
“Doll.”
“I’m going.”
“Don’t be a brat.”
“Brat…I’m not…oh my god Bucky!”
“You can’t go out now! It’s too late and it’s dark. You’ll get stolen.”
“Stolen!” Your mouth falls open before you huff, “I will not be stolen.”
He keeps staring, his expression getting grumpier by the second.
“Yes. You will be,” he states, setting the book down and standing from the couch.
“I will not! And anyway I have my pepper spray.”
“What will pepper spray do?” he asks, arms crossed over his chest. “Have you ever seen the movie Taken?”
“Have you?” you ask in a mocking tone, matching his stance.
“Yeah…Stevie made me watch it.”
“Bucky. This is our neighborhood.”
“And? What does that have to do with anything doll?”
He walks closer.
“I’m coming with you. You can’t go out by yourself.”
“This isn’t 1940 Barnes. I can take care of myself.”
“Doll face,” he murmurs, gathering you in his arms. “I know that but I’d rather come with you.”
“Fine. But you have to buy me chocolate.”
“All the chocolate you want,” he says before kissing your lips.
“And don’t call me a brat.”
“But you are a brat,” he croons, trying to shush you with more kisses.
“Not for wanting to go buy my face wash,” you say in between kisses.
“You just don’t like to listen to me,” he teases, tightening his hold on you.
“I do like making you grumpy,” you wink before digging your teeth into your bottom lip. “You’re extra cute when you’re grumpy.”
He smiles wide, erasing all grumpiness from his expression.
With a giggle you pepper his scruffy cheek with kisses. “Still cute Buck.”
“Going out by yourself in the middle of the night,” he mumbles into your neck, ignoring your playful words. “Someone will just grab you up and boop,” he continues as he let’s you go and makes the motion of picking something up and dropping it into his pocket.
“That’s all it would take!” he grumbles.
“Fine,” you laugh. “You’re paying.”
He grabs his hoodie and throws it over your shoulders, waiting until you push your arms through before he zips it up.  Your mouth turns up into a grin as you watch him walk over to the couch, going on with his mutterings as he starts to slip on his loafers.
“What are those?”
He turns to you, his eyebrows drawn in. “My loafs.”
“No,” you say pointedly. “I’m going by myself.”
His mouth falls open and he glares at you disbelief.
“Respect the loafs doll! Let’s go.”
You huff and roll your eyes, making a disgruntled face at his feet before lifting your chin and stomping passed him.
He ushers you out the door and leans down to whisper in your ear. “Brat.”
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lokischambermaid · 2 years
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A God Can Hold His Liquor: Part 23 – Midgardian Goddesses
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Summary: As you sit on the steps of the palace, you talk to Loki about the aftermath of his confession. He doesn’t want anything to change know you know of the trauma he suffered in The Void and at the hands of The Other. But how could it not?
Pairing: Loki x Female Reader (reads like an OC)
Words: 1,840
Warnings: Strong language, dirty talk above the cut line, suggestions of public segs, discussions around consent, dub-con.
Contains: Chat, banter, Loki crossing some boundaries and feeling a deep sense of existential shame.
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“You’re doing it again.”
“Sorry.”
You sat on the steps of the palace. Or to be specific, a particular side of the palace you had not seen before. It overlooked the town. What you saw before you overwhelmed your senses. Below you sat a stone courtyard, bustling with Asgardians. Below this, there were several other courtyards, built at alternating heights, and inexplicably large. Beyond that, a waterfall that must have spanned four hundred feet from its crest to its base.
“God this place makes Niagara Falls look like a shit hole.”
Loki threw his head back and laughed, both hands pressed firmly into his knees as though maintaining his posture would somehow shield his hysterics from view.
“Ooh…” You gave a playful tut. “A prince losing his composure in public. That won’t do, will it.”
He glanced at you, a darkness clouding his eyes. His voice became deep and gravelly. “Oh, love. You truly believe I care about being in view of others.” He placed a gentle finger on your jawline and leaned forward to whisper. “I would take you right here on the staircase without a care, my sweet little Midgardian whore. Do not think for a moment that I would hesitate to lift the hem of that elegant dress of yours and display your intimate parts for all of Asgard to see, as I plunged my cock into your heat and proceeded to thoroughly fuck you. You would climax with such force, the whole realm would hear your screams.”
To seal his words, he placed a languid, wet kiss in the nape of your neck and groaned into your skin. Afterwards, he simply pulled away and returned his gaze to the waterfall.
Fucking… hell…
“Too far, love?” He gave you a glance, his mouth toying playfully and his eyes narrowing in concern.
“N-no, no… perfect… I’m just…” You dropped your volume. “I’m soaked now Loki, so thanks for that.”
The dark chuckle that you loved rumbled from his throat.
You sat there quietly for a couple of minutes, looking out onto the vista in front of you. No matter how long you stared at it, you couldn’t quite process the majesty of what you were seeing, hearing and experiencing in front of you. You felt a gentle hand rest on your thigh.
May I, love?
Hmmm?
Use my powers. To… to dry your garments. If you’re wearing the underwear I conjured, that is.
I am. And… yeah. Thank you.
Subtle enough for nobody to notice, the palm facing your thigh flashed green, giving you some relief from your own arousal.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
“I wouldn’t have you walking around town soaked, little one. The whole realm would pick up on your scent.”
“Sorry… what?”
“I jest. I do not believe they possess those powers.”
“But… you do?”
“Umm. Yes.”
You cast your mind back and recalled your conversation yesterday. After Loki shared his experience in the void, you respected his decision to remain in his chambers together, to talk, and order the Asgardian equivalent of room service. When you had settled in to read for the afternoon, you asked Loki some questions.
[  f l a s h b a c k    t o    y e s t e r d a y  ]
“Hey Loki?”
“Yes sweet thing.” He spoke softly. His eyes remained on his book.
“You have a last name, right?”
He paused and looked at you. “I do.”
“You know at the dinner the other week, the king called you Loki Odinson. Because you’re… Odin’s son, I guess. But you told me you’re from Jotunheim and your Laufey’s son. So why did he call you Odinson?”
He sighed. “Odin is traditional. And he likes to keep up the charade, I suppose. You see, my family name was Odinson throughout my life. Until I learned of my true parentage. At which point I preferred to use my true name.” He paused.
I’ll let you have your dramatic pause, Lokes.
He smirked, and spread out one hand for theatrical effect. “Laufeyson.”
“Right. Because your father is Laufey.”
“Yes. King of Jotunheim. Former King.”
“Do you, erm… do you get to see him much?”
“He’s dead.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. He died at my hands. I killed him to prove my loyalty to Odin.”
“Jesus. Did it work?”
“No.”
Fucking hell.
“And your Mum?”
“My Mother?”
“Your Jotun Mum.”
“Oh.” He shrugged and shook his head, before looking back to his book.
His silence told you everything. He absolutely did not want to talk about it. So you lightened the mood.
“You know, I wasn’t sure if you just went by one name. Loki. Like… Beyoncé. Or Adele.”
His confusion bled into his expression. “And who are they? Midgardian goddesses?”
“Erm… pretty much, yeah.”
I sense this is not the truth, sweet one.
“Fine. They’re… singers. Performers. Celebrities.”
“And they are worshipped as deities on Midgard?”
“More or less.”
“And why is that?”
Fucking good question to be fair.
“I dunno. I wonder if it’s because we see them doing things we don’t do.”
“Such as?”
“Like, performing in front of tens of thousands of people. Or making a lot of money. Or wearing fancy clothes… costumes. Or writing a hit record… I mean, a… a song. That thousands of people sing back to you. I think most of us can’t imagine doing that. So we… we worship them, I suppose.”
Loki chuckled. “Your realm is fascinating.”
“Go on, tell me what you find so hilarious.”
He shook his head in disbelief. He closed his book. “You believe you are not capable of greatness. Of ascension. So you worship those who do.”
Fucking hell. You’re wise as fuck.
“Ever thought about a career as a spiritual guide?”
He laughed. “I suppose that’s what a God does, darling.”
“Then riddle me this. Why do you also have to be so hot? Like, is it really necessary. It’s fucking distracting.”
Third gear laugh.
“Yes. I must admit. It is a chore to be simultaneously intelligent as well as physically striking. I suppose it’s my cross to bear in this lifetime. The curse of great beauty.” His tone dripped sarcasm.
“Dork,” you whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek and snuggling up to him. “You gonna read to me or what? I need some more Godly wisdom.”
He sighed in jest. “Such a chore.” He placed a kiss on top of your head as he opened his book.
[  e n d    f l a s h b a c k  ]
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You watched him as he looked out into the horizon onto the incredible waterfall as ravens flew through the scene. Over the course of the past twenty-four hours, not only has you learned of Loki’s prolonged and repeated sexual trauma at the hands of alien beings that he previously hadn’t even known existed, on a planet that he had never heard of, as well as his true parentage as a Jotun and discovering he had killed his own father. Despite your conversations afterwards, when he had told you he wanted everything to remain exactly the same between you, you couldn’t help but view him differently.
From the gentle touches. To holding his hand when he looked troubled. To asking if he was okay every twenty minutes or so. To looking at him with empathy and concern. Or as he called it… pity. Just like you were right now. And not for the first time today.
“Love. You are doing it again.” His tone was exasperated.
“Sorry….”
He turned to you quickly. Then, thoughtfully, he held your hands, turning them over and running a finger over your palm as he spoke. “As I said, I… I do not want anything to change between us.”
“I know Lokes, but… how can it not? I mean… you were… you were…”
“I know. I know.”
You rested a hand over his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. He let out a quiet hum, comforted by the sensation of your skin on his. “I just don’t want to hurt you, Loki. I want to make sure I’m a safe place for you.”
He opened his eyes and, with an energetic pull akin to magnets, his eyes were drawn to yours. “Love. I do feel safe with you. Safe enough to tell you the truth of my past. And there is nothing, absolutely nothing, you need to do differently.” He lifted up your hand and kissed your knuckles regally. “Myself, on the other hand.” He twisted even further towards you, the leather of his trousers pressing into the chiffon of your long dress. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and whispered to you. “What I said just now, about taking you publicly, was disgraceful and improper. I am sorry. Please forgive me.” He looked at you earnestly.
“Well… yeah it was inappropriate. But that’s why it was so hot.” You raised an eyebrow and grinned.
He shook his head. “I am quite serious. We agreed to talk about these things. To set limits. And I cannot speak to you in that manner without your consent.”
Your eyes lingered over his. This wasn’t about you, you realised. But him. You were fine with it. He absolutely, unreservedly, wasn’t. “Lokes. If you feel safer talking to me about it beforehand, and getting my consent to play or to speak those types of words to me… just ask. Would that be better, and help you to feel more comfortable?”
He nodded tearfully, looking down at his hands.  
“And… to feel less guilty afterwards, maybe?”
“Y-yes.” He balled a fist towards his mouth. In a flash of green, he cast up a glamour. To the Asgardians below, he appeared stoic. In reality, he started to sob and placed his arms around you. You brought up your arms behind him, cradling the middle of his back and resting his head into your shoulder. When he was ready, he pulled away, straightening down his leathers and swallowing and giving a little cough to clear his throat.
“Hey… how about we have a signal, Lokes?” He frowned at you. You continued. “If you want to play. To… say something sexy, or do some kinky thing… just squeeze my hand. I’ll squeeze back. Once for yes. Twice for no. How does that feel, baby?”
His expression, one of pure relief, peppered with gratitude and appreciation, said everything his words could not. He placed a kiss on your forehead. You felt as though you would melt into a puddle right there on the stone steps into the palace. He simply said one word. “Yes.”
He wiped his face with the back of an elegant finger, and withdrew the glamour he had cast. He stood and held out his left hand for you to take. You stood. He place a firm hand on the small of your back and walked you down the steps.
“Come, love. Let’s explore Asgard.”
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viviennes-tears · 1 year
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Keeping a secret (Tom Hiddleston & Tom Holland one shot)
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18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion. 
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A/N: I'm so excited for you all to read the first prompt from the new batch of requests! I hope you like it 😊 x
Prompt request by VampireQueen666 on A03: Tom Hiddleston is on the Avengers set and the others are giving him a little surprise celebration for something. Holland is tasked to watch him till they're done setting up. Hiddleston and Holland are watching tv in their costumes. Hiddleston knows Holland is hiding something, and he knows he can't keep a secret, So Hiddleston stars seducing him, kissing his neck and stripping him out of his costume, playing with Hollands naked body, Holland is having a hard time keeping the secret, sex ensues but Holland succeeds in keeping his mouth shut.
Summary: Tom Holland accidentally found out that The Avengers Infinity War cast and crew have been planning an anniversary party for him and Tom Hiddleston. Much to everyone's reluctance they intrust him to keep their secret from Tom, despite how he's never been any good at not giving away any spoilers. However he finds himself betting with Tom whether or not he can truly stay true to his word, having to endure a tortuously pleasurable coaxing, without spoiling anything. 
Warnings: Smut, spanking, deprived orgasm, dirty talk, oral sex, masturbation, bondage, anal fingering, m/m established relationship, fuck used once?, teasing and dom Tom Hiddleston if you squint.
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The Avengers Infinity War cast and crew cheered and clapped as filming had finally wrapped after an exhaustingly long day. During the aftermath some people formed small groups, standing around whilst chatting and laughing among themselves, also exchanges of a job well done. Hiddleston jumped up out of his chair and rushed over, wrapping an arm around Holland's neck, as he messed up his already static hair which was caused from wearing his Spiderman mask. Both Toms were laughing in between Holland's puny attempts at protesting.
"Now, now Loki play nice." RDJR mockingly-chastised with a smirk across his lips. Tom lets Holland go shortly thereafter, receiving a playful shove in return, then he follows that by pushing his face away playfully as if to get rid of his smile. Of course neither could stop smiling, and being close to each other. As proven by Hiddleston pulling Holland close to his side and placing a peck to his cheek.
Before long both Toms exit the set with Chris Hemsworth, the three of them chatting away, whilst Hiddleston walks with his arm around Holland's shoulders and Holland has his around Hiddleston's slim waist. Also, despite Hiddleston's last scene of the day having ended ages ago he waited around the set for Holland to finish, he enjoyed watching the younger man perfect his craft, and he couldn't wait to spend some alone time with him now the filming part of the day was over. Especially since it's their third month anniversary, having met during a meeting with Kevin Feige and other executives, as well as many others like Downey. It was merely their paths crossing briefly, kind of meeting, until they had gotten together a short while after filming had begun, both falling fast for the other. However what Hiddleston doesn't realise is that the cast and crew have been planning a little surprise party to celebrate the special occasion. Whereas Holland found out accidentally, and he now has been tasked keeping Hiddleston occupied, at least until the final preparations are finished.
"Remember what we all said earlier?" Chris Evans asks, after he races to catch up with them and Elizabeth Olsen in tow.
"Yeah, it's important mate. Keep this...." Hemsworth covers Holland's mouth with his palm as they halt in their tracks, "shut, alright?" He says seriously and then removes his hand, as Holland just nods in agreement.
"We're trusting you, ok?" Evans adds as he points his finger at him.
Hiddleston's eyebrows knit together in confusion, "about what?," he asks as he glances between them all.
Holland opens his mouth to speak but..."couldn't say, sorry..." Elizabeth says, then shrugs with her lips pressed into a thin line. Whereas both Chrises mumbled some nonsense, before they pointed into different directions, as if pretending they had been called away.
"Lizzy?" Tom tries to coax her to talk in his low menacing Loki voice, as he closes the distance between them.
"It won't work on me, Hiddles." Elizabeth says, folding her arms under her cleavage with a satisfying confidence in herself.
"Humph...it did when we were dating." The pair narrowed their gaze at each other and his jaw flexed while tightly clenched together.
Elizabeth is the first to break eye contact, "good luck with this one." She says teasingly and playfully pats Holland's cheek as she passes him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hiddleston asks defensively, but he's not given an answer or even a backwards glance as she disappears.
Holland came up beside Hiddleston and kissed his cheek. "Come on, don't let it spoil our anniversary." He says in an annoyingly comforting way, causing Hiddleston to roll his eyes at him, while a smile plays on his lips simultaneously.
Hiddleston then takes Holland's hand as they single file into Hiddleston's trailer. Once inside Holland gets comfy in the seating booth and instantly reaches for the TV remote, as Hiddleston closes the door behind them, then he moves gracefully towards the kitchenette which is opposite Holland. He is careful not to block the TV screen that is attached to the wall underneath some cabinets, as he grabs them a couple of beers out of the fridge. He twists off the caps before tossing them carelessly onto the counter and then he joins Holland in the booth. He sets both beers down onto the table before he slouches down and leans back into Holland's chest as he flicks through the TV channels.
The TV flickers from picture to picture until Holland finally settles on a random movie which had barely started. Satisfied with the find Holland puts the remote down next to his untouched beer before his fingers find their way into Hiddleston's inky black Loki wig. He twizzles a strand around his fingers as Hiddleston wraps his other arm around him. They settle into a peaceful silence for a while as they watch the movie, that is until Hiddleston begins interrogating Holland for some answers.
"What did Chris mean when he told you to shut it?" Hiddleston asks, as he peers up at Holland as he stays nestled back in his chest.
"Oh...er...you know just about the usual spoilers and stuff." Holland replies without taking his eyes off the TV screen.
"Right...." Tom trails off in disbelief, a questioning quirk of his brow, as he sits up in order to look Tom sternly in the eye. "You're not usually this quiet." His gaze unfaltering as Tom tries to appear innocent, evidently his facial expression was too transparent, Hiddleston knows him far too well and Holland knows it too.
As Hiddleston's gaze softens slightly he leans in close to Holland, so close that his lips are ghosting Holland's, their lips don't touch as he waits to see what he does first. Waiting to see if there's any cracks in his futile innocence. Albeit as the seconds tick by and Hiddleston doesn't seem to be backing away, Holland presses his lips into a thin line, as if to keep himself from slipping up. When Hiddleston finally does make a move he kisses the side of Holland's mouth, then he kisses along his jaw while his left hand cradles Holland's head, as it lulls to the side and exposes his neck completely to him. Now Hiddleston has access he slowly makes his way down his neck. The soft caress of Hiddleston's lips on Holland's neck causes him to let out a moan and his hands grip onto Hiddleston's forearms. His grip tightens as the kisses soon turn into bruising ones instead.
"You've never been able to keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed for long though." Tom says seductively, once he looks back into Tom's eyes, and he runs his thumb along Holland's bottom lip as he speaks.
"I can keep a secret!" Holland whinily complained with a pouty lip.
"Just like the time when you told Jacob Batalon and then the rest of our Marvel co-stars about us after we agreed to keep it between us for a while." Hiddleston said seriously.
"When are you going to let it go? I apologised several times and then some." Holland says and then bites his lip.
"Insufferable..." Hiddleston mockingly-scoffed.
"Yeah, but you love meeeee." Holland pecks Hiddleston on the lips.
"I suppose so..." Hiddleston agrees as another sly smile across his lips. "Do you want to make a bet?" He suggested.
"What kind of bet?" Holland asks cautiously.
"You let me do whatever I want to you until your writhing beneath me...unable to keep quiet...panting, moaning and crooning into my ear." Hiddleston says in his most seductive Loki voice and he nips Holland's earlobe for good measure. "You'll be so putty in my hands that you will tell me everything and you'll cum harder than you've ever cum before." He whispers into his ear.
"W-what happens if I don't?" Holland replies a little breathlessly after that imagery was put into his head.
"If you don't I won't let you cum." Hiddleston says, gently patting Holland's cheek with a knowing look.
"No, don't be like that. It's our anniversary. Anything but that, please?" Holland pleads with puppy dog eyes.
"Ehehe, I know that look, I'm the master of that look as well as others..." Hiddleston winks with two fingers hooked underneath Holland's chin. "Those are my terms, not that you have any say in the matter."
"But-" Hiddleston's lips crash against Holland's, silencing him this time, hungrily moving against his. Within moments Hiddleston's tongue prods eagerly against Holland's lips, asking permission for them to part, which they do so willingly and Hiddleston's tongue is met by Holland's, massaging against the other's and teeth slightly scraping together.
As Holland's eyes slowly open after their lips part to catch their breath, he sees Hiddleston sliding on his knees backwards, until he steps out of the booth and his eyes never leaving Holland's as he moves gracefully. However Holland isn't given long to get his breath back before he's dragged to the edge of the booth by his ankles, his hands are now in Hiddleston's reach, and then he's yanked up onto his feet. Tom instantly presses his body into Hiddleston's as their lips find each other again, with his arms wrapped around Hiddleston's waist, while Hiddleston's wrap around his neck. As the kiss deepens Hiddleston toys with the zipper at the back of Holland's SpiderMan costume, pulling it down slowly, his knuckles brushing against his flesh. Once the zipper reaches half way down Tom's back Tom pulls the latex away from his right shoulder, exposing his delectable soft skin to him, which is asking to be marked like his neck had done earlier. A gasp leaves Holland's lips at the sudden bite to his shoulder.
Hiddleston soon carries on, pulling Holland's costume down slowly and with the newly presented areas on his chest becoming bruisingly marked, licked and caressed affectionately. Each nipple taken into Hiddleston's hot mouth in turn as the other was rolled and pinched between his fingers. Thus far Holland hadn't said a word except for the sounds of approval. Evidently Hiddleston had to up his ammo. Firstly Hiddleston wiggles Holland's costume down past his hips, then he yanks it off the rest of the way, and reveals his cheeky black lacy thong underneath. Tom curled his fingers around the thin edges wrapped around his hips, once he stood back to his full height and then he roughly pulled Tom's hips to his own, both groaning at the sudden closeness.
"I like these ones." Hiddleston growls.
"I thought you'd prefer a more grown up look for the special occasion instead of my usual novelty ones you keep tearing off." Holland said and it was his turn to nip at Hiddleston, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, pulling gently on it for a few seconds.
"What makes you think these ones won't get torn?" Hiddleston asks as he rolls his hips against Holland.
"Because I'll run out before filming wraps." Holland replies, his cheeks heat up as Hiddleston lovingly strokes his face with one hand, the other still tangled around the edge of his thong.
"Humm...we can get you more." Hiddleston said, as he ripped Tom's thong off with one hand, letting the torn material fall by their feet, his fingers then tracing down the v-dip and brushing the light sprinkling of pubic hairs.
Tom's breath hitches in his throat as anticipation within his body tingles delightfully, albeit Hiddleston doesn't touch him where he needs him most, at least not yet anyway. Instead he stood there in all his bare glory for a couple of minutes only to have Hiddleston return to him with his famous Loki scarf. The scarf runs along his jaw, down the side of his neck and his chest, the fluffiness causing him to giggle as it dances across his ticklish skin. He easily allows his arms to be caged between his back and Hiddleston's chest once he was spun around. He felt the scarf being tied tightly around his wrists, as Hiddleston gently kissed his shoulder blades, the last of Mr Nice Guy for the time being.
Hiddleston seats himself back into the booth, spreading his thighs generously to accommodate Holland's naked form, which he draped over them roughly before his hand thwacked against his backside. The full spans of Hiddleston's hand struck in quick sessions, reddening the pale skin beneath his hand, Holland letting out cries of pleasure mixed with hisses as he felt the sting and heat begin to radiate from his tush. It had been a while since he'd been spanked and unashamedly he missed it. He felt his cock hardening between his thighs and he could feel Hiddleston's own growing bulge against his stomach too.
Heavy pants filled the air following on from the relentless spanking session mixed with the low murmurs of the TV still on in the background. Holland lay draped over Hiddleston's lap still waiting to be let up, as he felt Hiddleston knead his bum, and then he felt a cold lotion being poured onto his reddened flesh. It was gently rubbed into his skin to help soothe him.
"Ready to talk yet?" Came Hiddleston's gruffly voice.
"N-no..." Holland said around the lump in his throat.
Clearly it wasn't the correct answer, earning himself another harsh thwack, before he was forced to stand on shaky legs as Hiddleston dragged himself out of the booth. Next he was forced down onto the table. The untouched beer bottles and TV remote were pushed to the end to make space for his body, while his arms remained trapped beneath him, as his wrist remained tied together. His legs were hoisted up and forcefully parted with his feet planted firmly on the table. Hiddleston's lusty gaze roamed over the fine specimen before him and he bit his lip to suppress a groan. Eventually his fingers traveled lightly down the valley of Holland's chest, spreading the light sheen of sweat, and spares of hairs matted together. His fingers stilling at his navel as he meets his gaze. Next Hiddleston leans down, peppering kisses once more down chest, Holland's toned abdomen tightening, caused by Hiddleston tracing around his muscles. Before long Hiddleston was kneeling down with his head between his thighs, placing sloppy kisses to each of them, whilst his fingers stroked in small circles on Holland's hips.
"Anything you wish to tell me?" Hiddleston asks, his lips ghosting hotly against one thigh.
"I-I told you....n-no." Holland panted.
"No?" Hiddleston growled lowly.
Tom sat back on his heels as he spat into his palm before taking hold of Holland's engorged red flushed cock into his hand. Holland gasped and felt his cock twitch in his hand as he was being stroked at a leisurely pace. Hiddleston's salvia coated his cock as he spread it from head to base. He then pressed the pad of his thumb against the slit and massaged his balls with the other hand. Pearls of precum trickled out after a few swipes of his thumb. Leaning forward Hiddleston used the flat of his tongue and licked a wet stripe along the slit, making Holland hiss through gritted teeth, and his fingers twitched behind his back to ensure the blood still flowed.
Hiddleston nuzzled his nose against Tom's manhood, inhaling deeply, his own cock practically wanted to burst out of his tight leather trousers. He swallowed thickly before taking the head of his cock between his already reddened lips. He sucked gently at first, creating sounds as though he was enjoying a lollipop instead, until he returned to licking the tip. A few times this happened before his gaze through his lashes was met by the younger man's own gaze, his lips slightly parted, a dreamily glint in his eyes, as he held his head up to watch. Watching his cock disappear between beautiful thin lips, and the feeling of wanting to tangle his fingers into Tom's own hair instead of the wig, which now fell around his face in messy tendrils. Yet the upwards thrust of his hips begged Hiddleston to take more of his needy cock. Thankfully he obliged. Hiddleston took him all the way down his throat and hollowed his cheeks, until he pulled back, the head only seated between his lips. He repeated this action several times at his own pace until Holland began rutting upwards and further down his throat. Usually Holland would lay back and let Tom take his fill, but seeing as this was a bet he wanted to push him, to get Tom to make him cum without spilling the tea. He managed to slide off the table and began to impatiently force his length all the way to the back of Tom's throat. Hiddleston had to grab tightly onto the backs of his thighs as Tom used his mouth, tears springing up from his eyes, while he tried to relax his throat and keep breathing through the merciless fucking.
The quack in Holland's thighs was the telltale sign of his pending climax, but before he could fathom what was happening Hiddleston ripped himself away, his saliva and Tom's precum dribbling down his chin. Holland whined at the loss of his hot wet mouth around him. His plan had failed.
Hiddleston tsk'd as he rose onto his feet, wiping his chin and mouth with the back of his hand, before he forced Holland back down onto the table. Forcing him back into his previous position with his legs hoisted up and parted. Holland didn't dare try anything else and waited for his boyfriend to resume his agonising bet. That he did when he was pleased enough with the way his climax had subsided. He continued with his ministrations, his hand collecting the slick from his cock, before tracing and rubbing two fingers around Tom's hole. His sore ass scraping against the knotted wood beneath him. Also no matter how many times he was touched there by Tom he always shivered with delight at knowing the inevitability. A gasp escaped his parted lips as one finger entered him, it wiggled around inside a bit, until only the tip remained. Hiddleston repeated the action two more times before a second finger joined in. Wiggling both around and then gently spreading them, opening him up, enjoyment etched on his face from the slow torture.
"Tom p-please go faster." Holland pleaded through ragged breaths.
Tom removed his fingers momentarily, allowing Tom to sit up as he untied him, "don't try anything just because I untied you." He warned and gently laid him back again once his arms were freed.
Holland embraced the freedom of his hands, allowing Tom to massage them above his head with one hand, the other hand finding its way down his body. He moaned at the feeling of his fingers returning to his now sodden hole. Only this time he was a lot more rougher, his fingers fucking him wildly and Holland's hands flew up to hold steadfast onto Hiddleston's leather bound hips to keep him grounded. The feeling intensified as his cock was taken back into his hand, being pleasured in such a way that just as Hiddleston said he was crooning into his ear as he lent down to him.
"That's it baby, sing for me. Tell me all." Hiddleston whispered hoarsely.
Unfortunately just as Hiddleston also said Holland didn't get to cum. He lost the bet as he stayed true to his word. Although deep down Tom was proud, but he wouldn't let it show.
Heaving breaths filled the air as Tom sat up and saw Hiddleston stooped against the kitchenette counter, as he unzipped his leather trousers, freeing his flushed viney cock out of its tight confinements. He spits into his palm again and takes hold of his needy cock. Bravely Tom slid off the table and wobbled towards the older man who's fist was tightly assaulting his length. Upon approaching closer he could see Hiddleston's pupils are completely blown out, just like he suspected his own to be like, the same could be said for their lips to be red and swollen.
Holland tries to reach for him with pleading eyes, but his hand is instantly slapped away, followed by a grunt falling from Hiddleston's lips causing his own cock to twitch wantonly in his hand. His lustful gaze roaming over Holland's flushed aroused body, soaking in every ounce of him, his thrusts into his hand becoming erratic as his eyes stopped at Tom's proudly erected cock.
"F-fuckkk!" Tom groaned with his eyes tightly closing in perfect timing of his release. He comes in thick ropes, spurting out onto his hand, some dripping through his fingers and landing on his leather boots.
Holland finally closes the distance between them and kisses Tom's temple. "You're beautiful." He whispers.
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Later Holland manages to convince Tom to go out instead of being cooped up in the trailer for the rest of the night, like they'd previously planned on doing, at least that's what Tom thought their plans were. Plans of eating a takeaway and staying in for the night just the two of them. Although Holland's foolproof excuse was that he needed it after the torturous bet between them, it seemed to work too.
Their car pulls up at a quiet out of the way grand stoned venue. Hiddleston looked out the window as his eyebrows knitted together, his mouth opening to ask where they were, but the words could barely form as his attention was drawn away from the window. The sounds of Holland opening the door on his side and hoping out onto the gravelled drive had confused him more. He thought they were going to some restaurant in town, evidently the newer and better TH he often referred to Holland as had other ideas. Wordlessly Hiddleston decided to join Holland, stepping out onto the gravelled driveway, holding his hand when he rounded the car and letting the younger man guide him inside.
The venue's foyer was elegant, empty of people, and warmly lit by the posh glass chandelier above their heads. Not that Tom gave Hiddleston much time to enjoy the architecture or finer details of the entrance, he was beaming that much was clear, guiding Tom further inside. Ahead of them down the other end of the corridor was a large wooden door and as if on cue they swung open once they were right outside of them.
"SURPRISE!" Came a chorus of familiar voices of the cast and crew who had grouped together in the centre awaiting their arrival.
Hiddleston was completely stunned. They'd made a lot of effort in elaborately decorating the venue. A banner hung across two pillars, it read 'happy anniversary!' in a bold black font, with a golden swirly pattern in the banner's corners which complimented the back writing. Balloons of black and gold were scattered about the dance floor as well as helium ones decorating the decked out tables. After everybody had spurts out Hiddleston became mobile again. Both Toms got to drink, dance and laugh as well as tuck into the delicious buffet that was spread out at the back.
Near the end of the night when a slow song came on both Toms got onto the dance floor with the rest of the couples. They swayed gently in each other's arms to the music.
"Soooo...do I get to cum later?" Tom asks loud enough for only Tom to hear him with a wiggle of eyebrows.
"I'm not promising anything." Tom says as if thinking about the request, adding to Holland's accomplishment of keeping all of this a secret, except for the twinkle in his eyes was giving him away.
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With the winter holidays here in the Northern Hemisphere, this is just a reminder that:
We don't own tropes.
Every fic you write will be uniquely yours, because YOU wrote it, and your voice and thoughts and style are yours.
That said, I am hoping that every one of you writes a #caught in a blizzard but there's only ONE BED this season. I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to get drunk on this trope. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE and give me a heads up. Pleeeeease.
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SO GO FORTH AND WRITE THOSE WINTER TROPES!
I am Tooz and this has been a Public Service Announcement. This PSA was inspired by posts from @navybrat817 and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor that encourage a positive, supportive, and collaborative community.
[Much more rambling below the cut to inspire you, I hope. I especially love to think out loud about "only one bed"]
Explore the tried and true - and make them your own. Mix it up! Make it crazy, wacky, fucked up, sexy, dark, fluffy, classic, supernatural, fantastical, noir, gritty, dirty, playful, a total crack fic, rated G or total porn - Plot? What plot? Put every class of character in a thong with a glowing ball gag. Don't forget the antler headband with bit and bridle. Make the Grinch a cut tree salesman who gives away all his trees after he was visited by a ghost and three singing chipmunks. Make that wish upon a star come true and deliver an elf trussed up in ribbon and shoved into a felt sack with a bow on top.
And definitely get our characters into trouble out in the snow with risk of hypothermia unless they huddle together to share body heat in.....
Let me hear y'all loud and clear.
WHAT? ONLY 1 BED?!
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This PSA was also inspired by my mega thirst for Winter Season fics featuring all our favorite muses in fun, silly, ridiculous, harrowing, or maybe - hopefully - compromising positions situations.
The Romantic in me swoons for the fluffy giddiness of first times and new discoveries, plus the heartwarming breakthroughs and passionate declarations of love. Tooz loves love!
The Ho in me will fall at their feet or climb them like a tree. Love them or hate 'em, heat up those loins and send their hormones racing. Tease them and edge them, build up the sexual tension to the point of combustion and watch those sparks fly. Let the pair (or more) collapse into each other's arms panting, exhausted, and fulfilled. Tell me all the dirty details! Because a ho like me is needy!
The Pervert in me kneels before you and begs for your secrets their secrets. Please tell, show me, describe to me all the obscene and licentious behavior they do behind closed doors. I want to know every single act of debauchery they fantasize about. When their minds wander, their temperature rises, and their loins quiver before their hands even begin to wander - I want to know what filthy thoughts are torturing them, fueling them, and arousing them. I want to know every urge their conscience represses.
Do any of y'all dig Winter Season fics as much as I do?
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A Different Kind Of Birthday Night
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A/N: Happy Birthday, my darling friend @fadingcoast!!! This is for you, dear heart. Here’s hoping for a wonderful year for you. Love you 🥳💜💜 Thank you for encouraging me to post this and for betaing. You are absolutely incredible.
Pairing: Loki x f!reader
Summary: It’s your birthday and Loki gives you a gift you’re sure to never forget
Warnings: This being my first smut should be warning enough. But also... D/s dynamics, kinda sub!Loki, oral sex (f receiving), fingering. I believe that’s it.
Word count: 1356
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It was evening when you finally came home from work.
After working a full shift at the hospital, you felt gross, contaminated. Kicking off your shoes and tossing your keys down, you headed to the bathroom, wanting to wash the day’s grime off you.
You rubbed your eyes when you entered the bathroom, only to blink several times when realizing the tub was lavishly prepared for you. You smiled slightly, knowing only one man would’ve done this for you.
“Hello, my love.”
How you’re never able to sense his presence when he stood behind you, is something you’ll never figure out. You only knew he was there if he said something, or if he placed a hand on your waist, pulling you against him.
You spun around, grinning for what was probably the first time today. “Hi.”
The tension in your shoulders relaxed as you took in the sight of him gloriously bare from the waist up. Sitting enticingly low on his hips, were a pair of sweats. You could tell that he wanted to kiss you, to pull you into his embrace, to hold you flush against him. The want was clear in his eyes.
But you shook your head. “Bath-”
“-first,” he finished your sentence. “Yes, yes, I know the requirements, love.” A ghost of a smirk pulled at his lips. “I have no qualms. This time.”
“Oh? And why’s that?”
Loki grins and kisses the tip of your nose. “You’ll see. After your bath.”
A few minutes ago, you might’ve been exhausted and ready to collapse in bed. But that smile? With that mischievous glint in his eyes? Oh... now your interest was piqued. Whatever he had in store for you was sure to be more than interesting.
He took your chin between his fingers and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Now, in you get.”
You rolled your eyes at him, which earned you a playful smack to your ass, making you giggle. Loki heads to your shared bedroom to do... well, who knows what he has planned, and you stripped before sinking into the invitingly warm water.
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When you walked in the room, you were greeted by a sight you weren’t expecting.
“Loki?”
Loki was sitting on the floor, completely stripped, and looking at you with a demure expression.
It wasn’t often you saw him behave like this. Maybe twice before. But when he did, you relished in it. It meant you were in charge tonight. It meant he was yours to control, to use for your pleasure.
You crouched in front of him. “So pretty,” you murmured, easily slipping into your role of being in charge. “Especially when you’re like this, for me to use at my disposal.”
He licked his lips. “Thank you, Mistress.”
There it was. Your title. Your proof of power for tonight. It sent heat straight to your core. Your eyes flitted to his tongue and you smiled darkly. This is going to be fun.
“Hands behind your back. No touching me unless I grant you permission.”
He complied to your command and you straddled his lap, his semi-hard cock rubbing against your folds. You trailed your fingers along his chest and nuzzled into his neck, rocking your hips oh so gently to feel a delicious bit of friction on your clit.
“What to do with you… restraints? Or maybe the crop. You did look so cute with that collar…”
Between your words, you left open-mouthed kisses against his throat, leaving a bite here and there, making your mark on him. You could feel his muscles flex and tense under your touch and you can tell he’s using a great deal of restraint to not touch you.
You sat up straight, a smile gracing your face. “I know exactly what we’ll do.”
You stood and walked across the room, taking a seat in his chair, the one he used on occasions when the roles were reversed. But tonight? Tonight it was your turn.
You tugged on the tie holding your robe closed and spread your legs wide, giving him a full view of your glistening pussy. You hear his breathing hitch and his deep green eyes go black.
“Well?” You arched a brow at him, teasing a finger between your wet folds. ”It’s not going to take care of itself.”
Loki crawled towards you, hunger evident in his eyes. He settled himself between your legs, resting his hands on your calves. He placed soft kisses and nibbles on your thighs, fingers lazily trailing up your legs. You shuddered under his featherlight touches, as he takes his time.
Frustrated, you seized him by his hair and pulled his head back.
“Did I tell you I wanted teasing?”
“No, Mistress.”
You tighten your grip on his hair, tugging a bit. “And what are you doing right now?”
A soft moan escapes his lips. “T-teasing.”
“I’ll deal with your disobedience later, but right now,” you dragged his face close to your heated center. “I want that silver tongue on me.”
He responded by giving you a viper-like smile and licking a fat stripe on your pussy. You threw your head back, eyes rolling as he began to feast on you.
“Good boy... just- ah! Just like that.”
He hummed, laughing, sending vibrations on your clit as he sucks it into his mouth. Loki grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to his assault and threw you legs over his shoulders. He licked firmly against your folds and dipped his tongue inside you, nose nudging against your clit.
“Such a pretty pussy… and you taste so sweet Mistress.”
Your breathing became shallow, a small whine left your lips, but you still need more. “Loki-”
You hadn’t uttered more than his name, but he already knew what you wanted. Your folds were wet enough to make it easy for him to insert two of his long fingers inside your pussy. He looked up at you through his lashes, licking and sucking your clit as he pressed his fingers, scissoring for a moment before trying to find your sweet spot.
“You’re doing... s-such a good job... hmm- such a good job.”
Loki hummed in appreciation for your praise. He crooked his fingers in a come hither motion and your legs trembled when he found your g-spot. You threw your head back, reduced to whines and moans. His eyes were closed now, brow furrowed as he focused on bringing you pleasure. He added a third finger, pumping them in and out, tongue flicking and sucking your clit.
“L-Loki… I’m c-com-” You didn’t even finish your warning before he gave a particularly harsh suck and pressed his fingers deep inside your pussy.
You came with a gasp, a strangled scream, and his name on your lips.
Loki lapped up your juices, slowing down his ministrations to help you ride out your orgasm. You collapsed in the chair, chest heaving and limbs trembling. He stood up and gathered your limp figure in his arms, carrying you to bed and gently putting you down. He crawled on top of you, caging you between his arms. The weight of his body on yours was comforting, while the weight of his heavy cock on your mound was arousing. You cupped his face and brought him close, kissing him slowly, intimately, the taste of your release making you heady.
He pulled away, resting his brow on yours. “Happy Birthday, my kitten.”
Your eyes widened. “I forgot it was today. I can’t believe you remembered.”
He laughed quietly. “Your king never forgets such an important day.”
“Thank you for this, Loki. It was a wonderful gift.”
Loki arched his brow and smirked. “You didn’t think we were done yet. Did you?” He rubbed his cock against you, steadily building your arousal up. “My love, you should’ve known that we’ve only just begun. Your gift ends when you’re covered in my cum, begging me to stop fucking you.”
“I’d never beg you to stop…” you bit your lip.
Loki smiled widely. “Shall we begin?”
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thus, with a kiss... [tom hiddleston x reader]
➽ pairing: teenage!tom hiddleston x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 1.4k ➽ summary: you convince your best friend to let you read some poetry he’s written, but you aren’t prepared for the words he wrote.   ➽ warnings: a poor understanding of how eton college functions whoops  ➽ a/n: i need a soft british boyfriend who writes me poetry!! 
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I sensed him before I saw him. It was only a single second head start, but I whirled around to see Tom behind me. “Woah, you scared me,” I laughed. “You can’t creep up on girls like that, man!” 
“Who said I was creeping?” Tom asked, a smile splitting his face wide. He threw an arm around my shoulders, then added, “Maybe you were.” 
“Why would I be the creeper?” I asked. 
“You’re on my school’s grounds,” Tom began. “You didn’t tell me you’d be visiting.” 
It was true, I hadn’t told him. Tom and I had been great friends for years, ever since we started at sister schools-- his the boy’s, mine the girl’s. Even though we didn’t attend classes together or live in the same place, we often saw each other at school discos and about town. There was no real reason for me to be there, other than wanting to see Tom. I’m sure he had gathered that much already, though, so I sighed. “Anything wrong with that?” I asked. “Your grounds are so much nicer than ours.” 
“That’s true,” Tom said. Under Tom’s playful arm, I could smell his cologne and deodorant, and I bit the inside of my cheek. There was a hint of cliche to being hopelessly in love with your best friend and I hoped that I hid it well; otherwise, I would be too embarrassed to ever see Tom again. “But your school has nicer-looking students.” 
I rolled my eyes. The fact that Tom was an endless flirt didn’t help my case. He was cheeky and quick-witted, and his strawberry-blond curls and blue-green eyes drew in every girl he met. Not only that, but he was incredibly affectionate and kind. I wasn’t sure how he was with other girls, but he always had to have his arm around me when we were together. He always claimed it was to help soothe his shoulder that he had hurt that day in rugby (somehow, every time we saw each other, he had hurt himself playing rugby earlier that exact day), but I didn’t mind much. He would hold my hand when we crossed the street, would pull out my chair for me and push it back in, and, often, if he was able to sneak me into his dorm (he was the class head and could get away with a lot), he would let my lay with my head in his lap as we did our own things.
“Alright, Hiddle, quit the flirting,” I scoffed. “Are you on your way to a class?”
“No,” Tom replied. “Just taking a walk. That’s allowed, right?” A smile played at his lips, and it made me smile as well. 
“I suppose so,” I said. “Just, you have your notebook under your arm, I assumed.” 
Tom looked down at his other arm as if unaware that he was carrying a leather-bound notebook, and he looked back at me. “Truth be told,” he began. “I was going to sit at that bench--” He gestured to a bench off the walking path a few meters in front of us, “And write a bit.” 
“A bit of what?” I asked. Tom had casually mentioned writing here and there recently and I hadn’t pushed, but curiosity was getting the better of me. “If you don’t mind me asking,” I added quickly. 
Tom laughed, the tops of his cheek turning pink. He was embarrassed. “Don’t laugh,” he began. 
“Never,” I replied. 
“A bit of poetry,” Tom told me. “I’ve done it for a while, but I’ve gotten really into it lately.” 
“Nice,” I said. “Why did you think I’d laugh at that?” 
“Because it’s ridiculous?” Tom scoffed, sitting himself down on the metal bench. I sat next to him, and his arm returned to my shoulder, but not before he rubbed his eyes. 
“What? No,” I said quickly. “Tommy, that’s not ridiculous! That’s actually very sweet. The mark of a sensitive man, I think.” 
“I should be studying,” Tom mumbled, absently toying with the corner of his notebook. “But I just… You ever get an idea and it sticks around in your head until you get it out?” 
“Of course,” I said. “Why do you think I talk so much?” 
Tom gave me half of a smile, more of an acknowledgment of a joke than an appreciation of it, and he mumbled, “I just have a lot going on lately, and getting it out helps. Writing verse makes me feel… Better. I’m not sure why, but it’s different than a diary.” 
“Tom, you don’t have to explain,” I giggled. “I understand. Really, I do. If you need to talk about anything, I’m here.” 
“Thanks, Y/N,” Tom said, giving me a tight smile. 
“With that…” I began. “Do you think you could read me some? Only if you want to, of course.” 
Tom’s pale cheeks flushed brilliant vermillion, and he laughed. I loved Tom’s laugh. His tongue stuck out just a little bit and his eyes wrinkled up, and the sound of it always made my chest warm. I think I was past whipped for my best friend; I was fully in love. 
“I mean…” he began and ruffled his blond curls. “It’s cringy stuff. Nothing like The Bard.” 
“I don’t expect The Bard,” I giggled. “C’mon, Tommy, just read me one. Please?” 
Tom laughed softly and he shook his head. “You’re so lucky you’re cute,” he told me, and he opened up his journal. He flipped a few pages, then went back and scanned a page, then returned to flipping through it. I noticed his hands were shaking fiercely, and I tilted my head. 
“Tommy, are you cold?” I cooed lightly and took his hand in mine. January was always miserable in London, and I recognized the flush on his nose. “Jesus, your hands are freezing. Let’s go inside and have some tea—“ 
“I’m fine, Y/N,” Tom told me. “Here, just… Read this.” He passed me the leather bound journal and tapped at a certain passage. Then, he stood up and, clasping his hands in front of his mouth, began to pace around the bench. Anxiety? Why? 
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Y/N is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.
Oh. That would explain it. “Tom,” I began, looking up from the journal. “Is this… What is this?” 
“I really wish I had done this differently,” Tom mumbled, and he returned to his seat next to me. “But, Y/N… This is dumb. It’s nothing. Nevermind.”
“Tommy!” I exclaimed and grabbed his hand. “No, it’s not! You wrote a verse from Romeo and Juliet, one of the most beautiful love stories ever written, and you put my name in place of Juliet’s. That’s not dumb, and it’s not nothing! Are you… Do you like me?” 
Tom’s face was fully red now, and there was no chance of excusing the weather. “For a long time,” he mumbled. “Since we were in nappies. But you always had boyfriends and I never… I sorta gave up after a while. Eddie and William give me shit about it all the time--”  
“About what?” I asked. “Your having a crush on me?” 
“But it’s not just that,” Tom mumbled. “I am so much further gone than just having a crush. I am…” 
“In love with you,” I finished. 
“Yes,” Tom said. “I-I understand if you don’t--”
“Don’t what?” I asked. “Don’t feel the same? Tommy, I do. I-I never told you because… Fuck, I thought I was imagining things. But I feel a lot better now that I know you feel the same way. I love you too, Tom.” 
The smile that split Tom’s face was blinding. “Right,” he said with a little laugh. “So… Would you--” 
I cut him off with a hand on his face and a kiss on his lips. Tom reciprocated instantly, pressing his hands to my hips and holding me tightly. I had dreamt of this for so long, and my heart was bursting with the feel of him. He wasn’t my first kiss, nor I his, but something about it felt special. The kiss broke only a moment later, and I pressed my head into the crook of his neck. “Does this mean I get to read more of what you’ve written?” I whispered, and Tom playfully tickled my side. 
“Oh, my love,” Tom whispered and kissed my forehead. “You can have whatever you want from me.” 
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Carnal Lullaby
summary: Loki can't sleep, and he needs you to help tire him out.
warnings: PWP, smut, vaginal fingering, sex without protection, cockwarming, hint of a praise kink.
wordcount: 1123
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Grasping fingers smoothing over your belly beneath your oversized tee coaxed you from the depths of your peaceful sleep. A confused, questioning hum sounded in your throat at Loki’s warm leg gliding in between yours.
“I cannot sleep, my love,” he murmured in his rough, low growl that instantly kindled a fire of desire in your abdomen. He left soft, lingering kisses along the edge of your jaw. “Would you assist me with my sleeplessness?”
Blinking your eyes open, you turned your head on your pillow to gaze at your lover, taking in his lust-blown pupils and mischievous grin with the help of cool, blue moonlight filtering in through your gauzy curtains. A blink and you could almost imagine ridges patterning his skin and crimson in his heavy-lidded stare. Your fingers trailed down his torso to rub back and forth along his thigh pinning you to the bed. “And what’d you have in mind for that?”
“Just lie back,” he rolled his hips into you, pointedly directing his unclothed erection to twitch eagerly against your thigh, “and allow me to take you as I please. You are so ravishing, my love, I cannot resist.”
As if his desires needed an explanation for the nudge of his nose against the shell of your ear, followed by the curl of his tongue against the hollow of your throat. As if being with him in your bed was anything less than a privilege that you reveled in every morning when you woke to his sleep-softened smile and every night when his slow, steady breaths fanned against the nape of your neck and he wrapped himself around you. As if he was anything less than good to you, good for you and in you and on you, and as if he wouldn’t make the nighttime interlude worth your interrupted dreams.
The lave of his tongue over your pulse point, followed by a sensual suck that you knew would bruise, sealing his claim over you, sent molten anticipation flowing through your veins to pool in between your legs. Arching your neck to offer more of yourself to his talented tongue, you grinned at the slowly spinning ceiling fan. “I guess I’ll hel-”
The desperate, hungry crash of his lips into yours silenced your playful response. Teasing, sweeping strokes of his tongue tossed fuel to the flames licking against your skin. Deft fingers that intimately knew every swell and dip of you teased down your sides and dug into the giving flesh of your hips. You parted for him easily, legs falling open beneath your silken sheets, arms hooked lazily over his shoulders, and lips gasping for air to feed the desire he so easily ignited within you.
“Ah, ah,” he chided you breathlessly, propping himself up on one elbow by your shoulder so his other hand could remove yours from his smooth skin. Dazzling green and gold light removed what little clothing separated your tingling skin as his free hand caught yours and settled them above your head. “I remember telling you that your part in this was to lie back and allow me to take you.”
Soft, midnight hair fell in a curtain around you to quiet your laughter, contain it in a special, intimate haven created from his forehead resting against yours. The tilt of your chin allowed you to nip at his lower lip. “Get on with it, then. We don’t have all night.”
Challenge gleamed in his eyes to match the growl rumbling through his chest and into yours. His elegant, heartbreakingly beautiful face dipped below your gaze, and not a moment later cool lips encircled the peak of your breast. His other hand memorized the rasp of your skin beneath his calloused fingertips, trailing a path from aching breast, to ticklish bellybutton, to velvety folds glistening with need for him.
“Always so ready for me, sweetling. So good for your king,” he murmured, pressing the praise into your heaving chest, accentuating the words with the graze of his teeth and pinch of his fingers so that your body bowed off of the bed.
More words of encouragement slipped from his lips and over your skin, lifting goosebumps only to be soothed by flicking fingers and twisting tongue. More flames seared your skin from the inside out until you had to card your hands into his hair and tug to hold onto some semblance of reality for the blinding heat that burned your thoughts to ash. More shaking laughter spilled from your lips to be swallowed by his kiss when you jerked at the pinch of his fingers over your throbbing clit, so sensitive from your release that he hummed in approval.
“You’ve forgotten yourself, little one, but that may be forgiven.”
So smug that your heart swelled against your ribcage for the wonderful, impossible man feathering kisses over your sternum.
Velvet-sheathed steel pressed into you, slow and steady, stretching and filling so that your fingernails dug into the swell of his backside. You breathed him in, salt and soap and masculinity and Loki. He was sleepy, content, soft and gentle with his mouth anchored to your shoulder and your hand squeezing the curve of his backside to urge him deeper. Languid and lithe above you, his heart beating his passion against yours. Your ankles hooked around his calves, the steady rise and fall of his body adding to the molten heat unfurling to the tips of your toes and pads of your fingers holding him tight.
Your release washed over you in a gentle wave, your body trembling beneath his at your silent cry. He followed you, his back arching and hips stilling to push you into the mattress. The taste of his surrender was sweet on your tongue, lips curling against his neck as he cried out his bliss into your hair.
Loki tenderly brushed the back of his fingers down your flushed cheek, the faintest tint of blue and raised markings hinting at the source of his suddenly chilled caress. Wicked lips parted to speak and your hand lifted and covered his mouth.
“Sleepytime now, sweetheart,” you whispered, patting his backside twice.
He smoothed one last kiss over the crown of your head and rolled you onto your sides, adjusting your leg over his hip so that he never had to part from your welcoming heat. Your arms tucked in between your bodies and his lax bicep proved a most comfortable pillow. The last of his claim on you to match the marks peppered into your chest and neck. Green light swirled around the blankets to bring them up to your waists as your eyes fluttered closed.
“Yes, darling. Thank you,” he slurred, sleep already pulling him toward his well-earned rest. “Goodnight.”
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shield-agent78 · 3 years
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Winter’s Lessons: Trip~ Ch. 2
Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Clint x OFC (platonic), Clint x Bucky (platonic), Steve x Bucky (platonic), Reader x Steve (platonic), OFC/Laura x Reader (platonic) Sam x Bucky (platonic), Natasha x Bucky (platonic)
Series Warnings: language, mentions of sex, anguish, fluff, children with disabilities, mentions of autism, a little sass, cocky Bucky, playful teasing, dirty talk, eventually smut, slow burn
Rating: R/Mature
Story Summary: You’re a school teacher for students with special needs who is passionate about her job but has neglected taking time out for herself. He is handsome, cocky and an Avenger. What happens when a newfound relationship just might turn out to be exactly what you both need?
Word Count: 1241
Square Filled: slow burn for Marvel Fluff Bingo, blue for BBB Flash Bingo Card #1
A/N: Thank you to my beta @mindingmyownbusiness Dividers created by @firefly-graphics​
Dedicated to: @one-crazy-writer @averyrogers83
Chapter 1
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The Autumn wind rustles the golden hued leaves upon the trees near the school yard as you pull your jacket closer around you and try to juggle your bag while unlocking the car door. You fall into the seat exhausted from the day giving a little sigh of relief. Laura piles into the passenger side. “You know, if I didn’t know better I would think today was Halloween as excited as the class was.” You hum in agreement pulling out of the drive. 
“All I know is that I need a break and to see my boyfriend,” you giggle. It had been four weeks since you had seen Buck and even though you talked almost daily or even facetimed it wasn’t the same. 
 Laura gives you a teasing smile. “You know, I don’t think I have ever seen you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like a giggling school girl.” You give her a sideways glance as your phone rings playing a familiar tone. “Oh, and speaking of Greek god, look who’s calling.”
“Don’t you dare…” you tell her as you answer.
“Hello.”
“Hi Darlin’, how are you?” 
“Hey, Barnes! I’m great, how are you?” Laura yells into the speaker. Your face goes red. Bucky snickers at her and you let out a frustrated growl.    
“I’m good. How’s my girl today? Are you keeping her out of trouble?” He teases.
“You know I am, besides we are….”
“You do realize he called to talk to me.” Bucky lets out a loud chuckle. 
“Fine. Fine. Have your man. Hey Barnes, do you have any single friends you can hook me up with?” Laura continues ignoring you. 
“That can be arranged, Laura.” You can tell Bucky is smiling and enjoying teasing you. “In fact, I was calling to talk to you two about . . .”
A female voice breaks into the conversation behind him “Bucky, come on I need you to help me with this….” This new strange voice catches you off guard, sending your mind into a tailspin. It drips with seduction and intrigue. You grip the steering wheel of your car tighter, your knuckles almost turning white. 
“Sure, Doll,” he answers, sending nervous energy down your spine. Your whole body tenses and Laura can tell. She gives you a concerned glance. Who in the hell is this? Why is he calling her Doll? What is she to him? No, he is not like your ex, he is not a cheat. Your thoughts continue to run wild as you pull over onto the curb in front of the coffee shop to let Laura out. In fact, you forget that he is still on the line and has been talking to you, until you hear him call your name.   
“Y/N, so what do you think, can you come?”  
“I’m ugh sorry, what? I ugh guess I spaced out for a moment.” 
“I asked if you would be my date for this Halloween party on Friday.”  You hear the female voice again and Bucky’s muffled response that he was coming.  
 “I don’t know if I can…” you say bluntly.  
“What? Why?” Bucky’s voice is laced with mild concern now as Laura motions to you to call her later as she gets out of the car. She knows your past and how badly you got burnt. 
“I just….”
“Come on James..” you hear the unknown voice say again and now you blood runs cold. 
“In a moment, Doll.”
“Who is that?” You snap. 
“Y/n? What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He commands in a crisp tone. 
“Just let’s talk about it later, James.” His given name stings him like venom as it rolls off your tongue. “Besides, doesn't your ‘Doll’ need you?” Bucky lets out a frustrated sigh as he runs his flesh fingers through his hair.  He looks over at Natasha who is waiting on him so they can start the debrief about an upcoming mission. She raises an impatient eyebrow at him. “Go, I’m sure whoever needs your attention is more important than I am right now.”
“Fine.” He answers in a crisp tone ending the call. You look down at your shaking hands as the phone call ends. You pull away headed toward your apartment with tears in your eyes and old memories from your past haunting your mind. 
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“What’s wrong?” Nat questions as Bucky shoves the phone into his pocket. 
“I don’t fucking know. But I would really like to know what the hell is wrong with my girlfriend,” he answers angrily as he pushes the double glass doors to the conference room open with a muffled bang. 
Two hours later another punching bag was demolished, it’s contents scattered on the dark polished wood floors. Bucky walks over and picks up another bag to hang it onto the hook. However, when he turns back around Sam is standing in his way his hands shoved into his jean pockets.  Clint is leaning  against the door, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
“What did that bag ever do to you Tin-Man?” Sam jokes trying to lighten the mood. 
“Fuck off.”
“Hey now, I came to help you. So drop the bag and sit your ass down.”  Bucky squints his eyes at him and than glances towards Clint who is not moving. 
“Do what he says, Buck. We know you are not ok so stop trying to bullshit a bullshitter.”
Bucky sits down on the bench in front of the wall looking between the two men again. He knows his friends won’t let this go until they have their say or he gets the argument with y/n off his chest. “So, first fight huh?” Sam asks with a small chuckle. Bucky responds with an angry glare. “I take that as a yes. So let me guess, she heard Natasha over the phone and didn’t know who she was?” Bucky shifts looking at the balls of his feet then back up. “I’m right!” Sam claps his hands in response. “Easy fix man, tell her that she is your co-worker. I’m sure she has heard of Tasha before and…”
“Then why did she get so mad about it?” He snaps unwrapping the blue boxing tape off his hands. 
“I don’t know. Maybe it's a past relationship thing. Maybe she had a bad day. But I think you need to ask her instead of taking it out on a defenseless bag.” Bucky rubs his aching head. “Another thing to consider is what you called Nat,” Sam trails off. 
“What do you mean, what I called Nat?”
“You call her Doll right? It’s a pet name for a girlfriend or lover right? Well, some women may think….”
“So what? I called Tasha “Doll”. It's not like we are screwing. WE haven’t been together in years.” Buck responds angrily cutting Sam off. Clint walks over towards the two men. 
“No one is saying that. What we are saying is that y/n likes you and you like her. More than any woman you’ve dated in a long time, she makes you happy. Work it out. Tell her about Tasha.”
“I don’t want to fuck this up…” Buck grumbles.
“Then talk to y/n,” Sam states bluntly. Bucky gets up and grabs his satchel. 
"Doll is for your current lover not past you dumbass and who calls them doll anyway. Where are you going?” Clint questions as Buck pushes the gym doors open.
“To talk things out with my real Doll.”
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roosterdobson · 4 years
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What Baking Can Do
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(the gif just seemed so fitting)
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Bucky absolutely adored Y/N’s sweet treats she made. Unfortunately for him, that meant extra time at the gym to work off all the treats he had consumed. That was not to say that Y/N complained when her sweaty super soldier would return from the gym. It was a daily thing for Bucky to come back from the gym and for Y/N to already be baking.
“And what are we making today?” he grinned as he crossed into the kitchen, “whatever it is it smells heavenly.”
Y/N pressed out the cookie in her hand, “I’m surprised you can smell anything over your stench,” she teased with a playful grin.
Bucky placed his hand to his chest in mock offense, “you wound me, madam.”
“Shouldn’t you be used to it by now Sergeant?” she looked over and waited for a peck to her lips which he gladly obliged. “I’m making Lemon Drop cookies if you must know,” she grinned.
“You never fail to amaze me with what you can bake,” he snagged a finished cookie and dunked it into the icing before plopping the cookie in his mouth, “this is the best one yet,” he nodded with his mouthful.
Y/N looked at him in shock at grabbing the cookie, “you are so lucky that I love you,” she playfully glared at Bucky.
“I know I am,” he grinned and pecked her lips, “I’m going to go shower and get the stink off as you so affectionately pointed out,” he hummed and left her to her baking.
That night, Y/N sat in Bucky’s lap as Sam, Peter, and Wanda joined them for movie night. Bucky supported Y/N with one hand on her back and the other hand seemed to be permanently holding a cookie.
“How are you still so fit when Y/N is always making things like this?” Sam questioned as he bit into his own cookie.
The couple shared a look and the soldier had to laugh, “when she starts baking I go to the gym to work off what I ate the day before,” he half joked.
The young superhero looked to the pair with an astounded look, “is that really what happens?” Peter entered the conversation.
“Only sometimes,” Y/N ruffled Buck’s hair affectionately. “I told him he had to go to the gym to keep him out of my supply,” she laughed, “he stays in shape because he loves my baking so much, but it also comes in use for other things,” she nudged his temple with her nose as Sam made a face of disgust.
“Y/N, there are children here,” the Falcon chastised.
“What?” she said in fake innocence, “I only meant to carry heavy baking supplies.”
“Yeah, sure you did,” he replied dryly.
“Oh, Sam,” Bucky grinned, “it's amazing what baking can do,” he smirked before kissing Y/N’s neck.
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viviennes-tears · 1 year
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A bit of mischief pool side (Tom Hiddleston, Chris Hemsworth and Tom Holland chapter 1/2)
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Prompt request by VampireQueen666: If I may be so bold I had a Tom x Tom x Chris story. The three are temporary living together while filming Endgame 1 The three of them are at the pool. Hem and Holland are splashing around and Hiddleston is reading a book in the shade. Feeling frisky Hem pulls off his bathing suit and then yanks off Hollands. As they are ruff housing Hem is teasing Hiddleston with Hollands body like biting and slapping Hollands ass, ticking him for example. Hiddleston then joins and all three fool around.
A/N: I added some little things throughout, but hopefully it doesn't disappoint x
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Summary: Chris Hemsworth and Tom Holland get into some mischief by the pool side. Along with Chris' persistence and playfulness while running around with Holland whilst flaunting their assets, Tom Hiddleston's attention finally lands on them. Despite how much Hiddleston tries to put some distance between himself from the situation, he just can't control his own mischievous side, nor can he control his ergs as it turns out.
Warnings: Spanking, jealousy, friends with benefits, mentions of sexual content, exploring sexuality and nudity 
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Just before filming began for Avengers: End Game Chris Hemsworth invited his best friend Tom Hiddleston to come stay with him in a luxury villa, a place where he decided to rent for the duration of filming, instead of 'slumming it' in some hotel room for a change. At first Tom thought it would be a bit extravagant and he was even considering turning down Chris' invite. Usually though Tom and Chris would get together and rekindle the benefits part of their relationship. Benefits that first occurred during Thor: The Dark World. Of course the pair had gotten along since day one, but it wasn't until TDW when they drunkenly first explored and pushed the boundaries of their friendship. Neither regretted what they had done the next morning and from then on they continued this secret friendship with benefits for every Marvel movie they were in together. However when Tom Holland popped up from nowhere and he innocently showed interest in being Chris's roommate instead Hiddleston instantly became jealous. Holland also topped it off with his cheeky smile and his eyes sparkled with excitement. Clearly he'd been listening to their conversation the entire time and was willing to be Hiddleston's replacement. Albeit, Hiddleston's utterly jealousy along with his thoughts that were provoking that side of him too didn't help matters. He just didn't like the idea of them being alone together, especially not while this was usually when he himself and Chris got together, it was their alone time offset. In fact to make things more interesting or rather for Hiddleston to get his way, he challenged Holland to a race. The fastest runner would get to be Chris' roommate and the loser would have to stay in a hotel with everyone else. No doubt the challenge was intriguing to both Holland and Chris and with that being said the challenge was accepted.
The challenge wasn't without its rules though.
"Rule number one...no tripping up the other contender. Rule number two...the correct footwear must be worn and laces tied properly, because loose laces could also apply to rule number one. Rule number three....at the end the loser has to be gentlemanly about his defeat, but before that we're free to have a little banter." Hiddleston said firmly, but then he softened up when he mentioned that they could still banter before the race, despite his jealousy still very much present.
"Seems fair to me, you're on Hiddles." Holland said confidently. Both Toms then shook hands while Chris smiled from ear to ear and looked back and forth between them with childish glee.
Two days later as both Toms took their places at the starting line, they both glared at each other with assertiveness in themselves dripping from their pores, even before a single bead of sweat could be broken. They each teased the other and banter rolled freely off their tongues. Chris had to get them to settle down a little before he below the whistle and then both Toms began to run the full length of the track. One lap and the fastest to cross the line would be Chris' roommate.
They both were being cocky as they raced around the track, but they still obeyed the rules mind you. Naturally the competitive pair were practically neck and neck for most of the race, before Holland began to build up speed and was pushing on ahead. Hiddleston gasped and soon stepped up his own game. Yet both of their egos were heightened by Chris' energising cheers. Heavy breaths, tight muscles and adrenaline flooded the pair as they continued to close in on the finishing line. Neither wanting to give up, only the will to power through to the end. And as they both rounded the last corner for the final stretch, Chris' cries became louder and became their fuel to keep going, leading for Holland to once again pull ahead slightly. Before they knew it they were crossing the finishing line followed by the final whistle bellowing.
"Damn, that was one hell of a race mate!" Chris said, as he lent on Hiddleston's shoulder whilst he was trying to catch his breath. "Tom's toes touched the line first though." He gently broke the news.
Hiddleston nodded in understanding and finally closed the distance between himself and Holland. "Congratulations, Tom. Always knew you were the new and better TH." Hiddleston was a little breathless, but he was gracious in his defeat, after all that was one of his rules. Although Holland knew he would have been, if it was in the rules or not.
"Cheers mate..." they smiled and shook hands, "but you're the better TH." Holland replied breathlessly too, subsequently he brought Hiddleston into a manly hug with a pat on each other's back, although before they could pull apart Chris joined in with the hug.
"You know what...," both Toms shook their heads as they looked at Chris, "there's plenty of room in the villa and I want you both to be my roommates!" Chris said cheerfully, yet he could see Hiddleston's hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly recovered with a half smile.
The three of them ended up agreeing to temporarily live together for the duration of filming.
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It's been a month since Chris and both Toms have been living together temporarily whilst filming had begun. They'd been spending a large amount of time together both on and off set, especially once Hiddleston's hesitations and jealous side subsided somewhat over time. Not that Hiddleston allowed to indulge Chris in any way, shape or form. Things were stickily friendly between them, much to Chris' disappointment, as he hoped with him being there they would rekindle the benefits part as usual. Although it wouldn't stop him from stealing glances, stealing moments with Tom from across the table during lunch breaks, or from across the room back at the villa. Actually the only action he would be allowed occasionally and left wanting more. Of course Holland was blissfully unaware of what was happening around him, even when Chris and Hiddleston would show affection for him in the privacy of the villa. Yes affection, including from Hiddleston, who only a few days ago thought about Holland in such ways that weren't just friendly. Chris had caught on that Tom was starting to like Holland as much as he was.
However today Chris decided it would be different. He and both Toms had the day off and they were enjoying their spare timer by the villa's private pool. The sun was shining down on them, but it wasn't overly harsh raise either, but it certainly was hotter than London. Needless to say they had put on sunblock before they headed pool side. Hiddleston opted to lounge on one of the sunbathing chairs in the shade with a good book and he had a drink beside him. Meanwhile Chris and Holland hit the pool after throwing their towels onto the other sunbathing chairs. Chris grabbed the white ball that was floating around his side, so they could begin their game of volleyball, after all the net was still up from the previous game a couple of weeks ago
"YES! Another point for me!" Chris cheered with his arms raised triumphantly. It had been twenty-five minutes since they began their game.
"HA!" Holland boasted, as he pelted the ball past Chris during his moment of gloating.
"No fair, I wasn't ready!" Chris whined.
"Then pay attention, Chrissy!" Holland snickered as Chris fetched the ball, also causing Tom to pull his sunglasses down slightly, and he peered up from his book at them in the pool with one brow raised. He was in one of his moods, so it seemed.
"Oh it's on, Tommy my boy!" Chris replied, and he ended up serving up a storm and Hiddleston pushed his sunglasses back up then returned to reading.
Holland and Chris continued with their game. Laughing and tossing insults at each other which weren't taken to heart, as neither really meant any of it, it was just for the game. However throughout Chris couldn't help but feel Tom distancing himself again. After all he tried to persuade him to join him in bed, but Hiddleston flat out declined, claiming it wasn't the time with Holland being in such close quarters.
"How does it feel to lose?" Chris asked as he wrapped his arm around Holland's shoulders.
"You may have won this time, but I assure you I will win the rematch!" Holland smiled as Chris tousled his wet hair.
"Just you try." Chris replied.
They both then grabbed their towels and dried off a little, as Hiddleston took a sip of his drink and ignored them whilst they continued to talk about nonsense. Albeit, Hiddleston's quiet and reserved self was bothering Chris a lot the more time went on, therefore he had to take matters into his own hands. He wanted to get Hiddleston off of his chair and get him to come join them, get him to put last night's hesitations behind them with that thought in mind, he knew he had to come up with something very distracting...his lips curved up into a grin as an idea came to his mind. He quickly abandoned his towel on the chair it was on earlier and processed to yank down his swimming knee length shorts. Holland paused with his towel fisted in his wet hair, as he confusingly looked over at Chris's face as it lit up, once he was back to his full height again. However before he could form a single word Chris suddenly came up close and pulled his swimming shorts down too. Holland's jaw slackened as he was unsure if he should indulge in the antics or be embarrassed by his now naked appearance. Not that he had much time to really think things through as Chris stole his towel and ran it through his fingers. Chris also noticed Hiddleston hadn't moved an inch, yet. It wasn't distracting enough...unexpectedly Chris whipped Holland's ass with his towel that was still in his possession. Holland yelped and covered up his ass with both hands, causing Hiddleston's brows to frown, but with his eyes still fixed on his current page.
"You're going to pay for that!" Holland declared as he recovered quickly. He soon grabbed Chris's towel and chased after him onto the grass.
The pair of them were laughing and running around naked on the grass, which began to stain the soles of their wet feet, and their wet swept back hair drying a little whilst they ran. Holland clearly forgone his shyness as he ran freely about. Hiddleston had overheard their laughter and briefly watched them running around, until he caught himself biting his lower lip, and internally cursed himself for enjoying the frolicking display as jealousy reared its ugly head again.
Once the chase was over both Chris and Holland breathing heavily, as they wrapped their arms around each other, and they headed back towards the chairs. As they walked back Chris could see Hiddleston was still reading, although he didn't know that he was actually pretending to still be reading. Chris realised his plan had failed, on the other hand he didn't want to give up, at least not without a fight. After they walked back Holland dropped down onto the towel on his chair, his head facing Hiddleston with his eyes closed as he tried to calm his breathing, albeit it was a bit restricted from the way he lay on his front. Also his ass was on full display and it was venerable. Suddenly another idea popped into Chris' head. He quietly snuck down onto his knees beside Holland and peered over at Hiddleston reading, before he took a deep breath and took his eyes off him, closing them as his teeth snack into Holland's asscheek. Holland jolted up from the sudden bite and his cheeks began to redden.
Chris' eyes swiftly looked back and forth from Holland's eyes and his lips before he gulped hard as he stood up. Holland's eyes followed Chris' face as he stood, daring not to look down. After a moment of the two of them staring at each other Holland somehow managed to find a new release of confidence and stood up too. Chris however slowly backed away with his hands held up in surrender, and Holland followed him, right until Chris was standing at the edge of the pool.
"Come on mate...you wouldn't dare?" Chris chuckled nervously and saw Hiddleston over Holland's shoulder, it appeared that he'd finally put his book down. "Gotcha!" Chris thought, temporarily distracted long enough for Holland to push him into the pool with all his might.
As Chris fell backwards into the pool Holland jumped in after him. Both of them made a big splash, which got really close to where Tom was now sitting up straight on his chair, but the water didn't quite reach him. Once Chris and Holland resurfaced they began splashing each other and laughing. Occasionally they playfully messed around under the water, grabbing each other's ankles to pull the other under too, whilst Hiddleston was watching on from the sidelines. No matter how much Hiddleston had been resisting the temptation of joining them, he came to realise his playful side wasn't going to allow it to go on.
To their utter surprise Hiddleston decided to dive into the pool and he swam up to them. Holland stood in between Chris and Hiddleston unsure of what to do next. Although Chris took charge once more as he wrapped one arm around Holland's waist, pulling him closer so they were back to chest, Hiddleston not making any other move at the moment. In fact he looked on at them with darkened eyes for a beat, before he finally reached under the water to remove his own swimming shorts, then allowed them to float around and uncaring where they floated off to. Holland suddenly felt Chris' lips on his neck and gasped at the feeling of them being there. His eyes closed willingly as he allowed Chris to continue kissing his neck and faintly he heard Hiddleston growl lowly. However the kissing on his neck didn't last long as Chris' fingers twitched and Holland soon began to laugh as he was being tickled. The tickle attack increased as Hiddleston started to tickle him too, the more tickles he received the further he snuck down into the water, thankfully it stopped before he could choke on the chlorinated water.
Next thing Holland knew was Hiddleston grabbed Chris by his wrist and dragged him closer to him. Hiddleston's jealousy needed to be extinguished. The two of them stared at each other with hooded eyes before Hiddleston's lips crashed against Chris' and they got caught up in the moment. The kiss deepening and Hiddleston's fist grabbing hold of Chris' hair as Holland watched, he also started feeling a little funny below the belt as he watched, and he wasn't sure what was happening to him. Chris pulled away from Hiddleston first when the sound of Holland swimming made his ears prick up. Holland swam all the way to the side of the pool and then pulled himself up, before he turned around to look back at Chris and Tom, sure enough they were looking right back at him. Holland bit his lip nervously as his hands cupped his manhood and water dripped off his naked body forming a puddle around him. It felt like a small eternity as he stood there trying to fathom what just happened. One minute he was playing volleyball and then things kept on happening to him, he was strangely caught up in the middle of something, something which he couldn't wrap his head around.
"Chris...we erm...er...we should tell him." Hiddleston stuttered and Chris nodded in agreement.
Tom and Chris quickly swam over to Holland and got out of the pool. They took it upon themselves to gently guide Holland over to the sunbathing chairs, and they wrapped a big towel around him, covering him entirely to make him feel more comfortable. Then they themselves wrapped towels around their waists and sat down on either side of Holland.
"Tom...see the thing is mate...Hid-Hiddles and I we..." Chris gives Hiddleston puppy dog eyes as a way of asking him for help with explaining.
"What Chris is trying to say is...well for a while now we've been you know?" Hiddleston gestured to himself and then to Chris and added, "usually during filming. What you don't know is I-I got a little jealous when you offered to be Chris' roommate, but then after the race when he suggested we both be his roommates...I was hesitant..."
"Yeah, he wouldn't come over to see me alone because of you. No offense." Chris said.
"As the days turned into weeks I became less jealous of you until now. That display was exactly what I kept thinking about, the two of you without me...although we've both suspected that maybe you...you..." Hiddleston said softly and gently squeezed Holland's knee, causing him to shudder between them. Holland knew exactly what Tom was implying and the fact his body was reacting strangely caused conflict with his mind. He couldn't even look at either of them.
Chris decided to take a chance in the next moment. He hooked two of his fingers under Holland's chin and gently turned his head towards him. Holland's breath was uneven and his eyes slowly raised to meet Chris' also his bottom lip quivered under his stare. As Chris lent in with closed eyes Holland froze as their lips touched. It wasn't until he felt Hiddleston's hand move away from his knee then felt it pull the towel slightly, his shoulder being exposed to the air, before Hiddleston's lips softly kissed his shoulder repeatedly. Chris kissed Holland's lips with short and velvety like just as Hiddleston's lips moved up to the side of his neck. Holland slowly began to melt in their hands despite him still feeling unsure about his own feelings about everything.
"You must have a lot of questions." Chris eventually said, as himself and Hiddleston pulled away from Holland, to which he shyly nodded in agreement.
"We'll try answering them the best way we can." Hiddleston said as he brushed Holland's hair back with his fingers.
His words seemed like a promise to Holland also both Hiddleston and Chris didn't treat him any differently after what had transpired between the three of them. Actually the rest of the day felt like any other day and eventually Holland sat with them and asked his questions.
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Tom Hiddleston Masterlist
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SUMMARY: There’s no time to relax when there’s so much to be done, but Tom is very convincing.
TITLE: Relax, Darling
WORD COUNT: 1532
AUTHOR NOTES/WARNINGS: implied smut; what’s this??? is this a NON-ANGSTY HIDDLES ONE SHOT???? yes it is!!! it’s a fluff bomb with a little bit of action :’) ~ unedited~ (AO3 Link)
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The light above your desk was painfully dim, making every bit of work infuriatingly slow. Which, in turn, strained your eyes beyond what you thought could be considered bearable. Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose and leaned back in your chair. The sound of the TV blaring in the adjacent room resonated within the apartment, and for a moment, you wondered how long Tom had been sitting in there. He usually greeted you before he settled down, but apparently you had been so entrenched in work, he had not bothered to do so.
"Tom?" You called, waiting a few moments for an audible answer. When you didn't get one, you pondered the idea of just not finishing your work.
Taking a short glance at the work sitting atop your desk, you let you a deep groan of dissatisfaction. If you had to sit at home for one more day, not being able to go out and really stretch your legs and go back to work, you were going to lose your mind. Clicking around on your laptop, you checked the time. It was well past dinner time, yet here you were with enough work to keep you busy until the following day.
You stood slowly, feeling every ache within your body become even more profound. Stretching your hands to the ceiling, you sighed again. After a moment of enjoying the feeling of your muscles being relieved of their contracted positions, you allowed yourself a moment of freedom to saunter into the living room.
A smile graced your lips as you caught sight of a snoozing Tom and his dog, Bobby, on his lap. When the two of you had met, it was all Bobby's fault, really. You had been minding your own business when the pretty little pup had made its presence known beside you, and the owner was quick to follow. And, well, how do you say it? The rest was history.
You approached the pair slowly as not to wake them. This failed, of course, seeing as though Bobby's ears perked immediately upon noticing the tiniest of creaks in your floorboards. You smiled meekly as if that were enough to get the pup to ignore your presence.
It was, apparently, enough.
Tom's hair was slicked back, exposing his neck as you stood above him. You looked over at the TV, not surprised to be seeing one of your favorite shows playing. He always did that. When you were working, and he was just lingering around your apartment, he would turn on the TV and put on your favorite show. This was either to lure you out of your cave or to just have it playing until you decided to come join him.
Leaning over the back of the couch, you allowed your hands to slide down the expanse of his chest, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. You played with the soft fabric of his shirt and sighed, pressing a lazy kiss to the exposed skin. Seconds passed before you felt Tom’s hands cover yours, pulling one of your hands up to his lips to plant a delicate kiss to your knuckles.
“Long day?” He asked, his voice groggy from his nap.
“When have my days ever been anything but long?” You playfully countered against his skin. The grip on your hand tightened as he seemed to offer a reassuring squeeze. Tom turned his head to face you more, and the muscles in his next flexed with the movement.
“Come relax with me,” he mumbled into your hair.
You stood up straight and looked down at the gorgeous man splayed across your couch. His hands were still wrapped around yours, rubbing gentle circles into your skin like a much needed comfort massage. The idea was certainly tempting, but you had to finish your work. Chewing on your bottom lip, you replied, “I can’t. I’ve got so much to do.”
“You can do it later,” he breathed, and then the cutest look in all the world graced his features. It was the most adorable pout he had ever put on, and you had to admit, you were a sucker for those facial expressions. “Please, darling? I’ve been missing you all day.”
Damn, you actor, you thought, narrowing your eyes at him. Being cute and shit.
“Tom,” you warned, already knowing that it was a fight you would lose. And gladly lose, at that.
He mocked you, saying your name in a similar warning tone. The only difference was the playful grin on his face as he did so. You didn’t doubt that he probably did miss you. When this man wanted to be clingy and affectionate, he was clingy. Not that you were complaining, though. You missed him, too.
“Fine,” you gave in, rolling your eyes. “Just for a few minutes, okay?”
A toothy grin appeared on his face at your evident defeat. Tom didn’t let go of your hand as you rounded the couch and sat beside him. Bobby had already moved, most likely not pleased that the two of you were being so loud, and had probably gone to snooze on your bed.
A deep sigh fell from Tom’s lips as you settled in next to him, curling your legs beneath your body as you rested your head against his chest. The beating of his heart through the thin fabric was enough to relax you in itself. You let your eyes fall shut as his fingers brushed through your hair soothingly. He hummed quietly as he did so, and for a brief moment, you wondered if he was aware of it.
Suddenly, a thought dawned on you. “Tom,” you spoke. “You didn’t say hi to me when you got in.”
Of course, this wasn’t something you usually held a grudge over, but it was most unusual of the man to not even lean over your chair to kiss your forehead while you worked. He was always the more attentive type, and he had never failed to greet you before. Tonight, though, you had missed the affirmation of his affection upon his arrival.
“I did,” he mumbled, apparently already on the verge of falling asleep again.
“No, I would have remembered.”
“Darling, I walked in and asked if you wanted dinner at least 3 times.”
You opened your eyes, pushing yourself off of his chest before squinting at him in disbelief. Had you been so entrenched by your work that you had missed his advances multiple times? No way, you thought.
“You’re lying,” you accused.
“I’m not. You ignored me, and I figured you didn’t want to be disturbed. Even Bobby went in to try to get your attention,” he sighed, sitting up straighter to look you in the eyes. Your jaw dropped slightly as you stared at him. You scanned his face for any sign of a lie, but found none.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, turning your chin in embarrassment.
“Don’t be,” he reassured, reaching up to grip your chin. “Now, relax, or I’ll make you.”
“I really should get back to work,” you responded. Part of you was being honest - you did have to work. However, this other part of you wanted to know how he would make you relax, and you were certain that no matter what it was, you would enjoy it rather thoroughly. You began to stand, a small grin on your face that you tried to make pass as an apologetic smile.
Tom was not fooled. He pulled your wrist quickly, making you fall back down into your spot. His lips were on yours rather quickly, pushing you down onto the cushions below.
“You asked for it,” he sighed into your mouth before allowing his tongue to slip in. Oh yes, you thought, letting your fingers run through his hair as he propped himself up with a knee between your legs, hands wandering the expanse of your body. I will definitely enjoy this.
It took no time at all for you to slip his t-shirt over his head and fling it somewhere across the room, and in return, he made sure it took no time for you to be rid of your own top. Tom’s lips attacked your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin in a feverish manner that he knew would turn you on.
You lifted your hips off the couch, attempting to find relief for the growing heat pooling between your legs. In the process of doing so, your thigh brushed against the notable erection that was hidden beneath Tom’s pants. Trying to urge him on, you reached down to grasp at the waistband of his pants.
However, the man pinning you to the couch had other plans. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling them up beside your head. He moved his knee further up, pressing it against your center as you mewled in anticipation.
“Patience,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before grinning mischievously. “I intend on making sure you are properly relaxed before we go further.”
Your eyes met his as he spoke, and you swallowed thickly. Something was telling you that you wouldn’t be working anymore tonight.
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marvelgirl7 · 3 years
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HI omg hi! So when I saw this picture, I totally thought of you!! Maybe you could a request with it?
“Renee stole biker!Bucky’s leather jacket and doesn’t give it back until he kisses her and tells her her loves her!”
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Love you!! ❤️❤️🌻🌻🌻
Hi @skkye​ this was such an amazing request and I am so happy to write this for you! 
Warnings: Playfulness, Romantic Bucky, Kissing and such
Parings: Biker!Bucky X Renee
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Bucky looks everywhere for his jacket and can't seem to find it. He frowns he knows he had this jacket last night. His eyes stumble upon a note.
"If you ever want to see your beloved jacket again... You know where to find me..."
XoXo
-Renee"
Bucky just smirks as he grabs his bike keys and jumps on his bike oh he knows where Renee is. Smirking to himself he drives to her location. 
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Renee snuggles in Bucky's leather jacket as she waits for him at their spot in the park. Hearing the roar of his bike she smirks as she stands up awaiting him. Pacing back and forth she hears his footsteps and smiles looking up seeing him.
Their eyes meet as Renee giggles as Bucky just smiles at her.
"You took my jacket Doll," Renee smirks as Bucky walks a little closer as Renee steps back. 
"You'll only get it back when you kiss me and tell me you love me." She winks and starts running as Bucky runs after and grabs her holding her close in her arms.
He lays kisses on her head and her neck as he spins her around staring into those big brown eyes of hers.
"I love you to the moon and back my Brown Eyed Doll." He leans in kissing her deeply as Renee just wraps her arms around him. Bucky dips her gently as he smirks.
"Keep the jacket looks better on you anyway." He kisses her again. 
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Truth serum
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Square Filled: Truth serum
Thor Bingo Masterlist
Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, humor
Word count: 1180
Written for @thorbingo​
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“Forget it Loki. This isn’t to use for your one of your pranks, it’s for future missions.” Bruce warned albeit a little cautiously. The God of Mischief still gave him the creeps, nobody could tell when he was being playful or serious, and Bruce definitely wasn’t willing to take chances.
“Look Bruce, this will prove beneficial for the team, at least your silly bets against the two of them will stop for good. Be thankful I’m asking permission, I can very easily just steal it from your lab without a fly noticing.” Loki’s voice low and threatening.
It had taken months for him to act civil around others, eventually friendly with the team but every now and then he used felt forced to use his old tricks to get his way. The people in question here were (Y/N) and his brother. For several weeks now, there had been palpable sexual tension between the two, however neither of them were brave enough to confront the other and Loki along with the team had grown impatient.
“Think about it Bruce, you can record the scene with one of your telephone things and use it against them. Everybody wants leverage against someone.”
“You’re a psychopath! I won’t let you treat my friends like lab rats. However…” Bruce trailed off, he hated that Loki had got to him so quickly, as much as his principles advised him against it, a part of him wanted the whole ordeal to be over.
“Fine. Take the vial, remember not to overdo it though, or you’ll cause permanent damage to their nervous systems.”
“My brother could use some of that damage.” He rolled his eyes before striding over to collect the vial containing truth serum and heading out of the lab.
Your phone buzzed non-stop as you hurried to go down to the common area, you knew it was either Nat or Clint – they had been pestering you to join them for a night out for weeks, finally you had agreed on tonight.
Of course their real intentions were getting you to confess your undying love for a certain Asgardian God. An initial crush that had soon turned into something more during the course of time. He’d always been so charming and chivalrous, but at the same time humble, kind and someone who wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable. That’s what drew you to him initially. The fact that Thor was incredibly good-looking, not to mention ripped was an added bonus.
Even though your interactions were limited to team meetings and occasional Stark parties, you always found yourself wanting to spend more time with the God, alone. You wanted to gather up the courage to confess your feelings, even though you were 99% sure he would turn you down.
As you reached the hall, you saw your teammates lounging around the room, chatting animatedly with one another sipping on drinks, even Thor who was busy talking to Loki, more like listening patiently as his brother spoke near the bar.
The ding of the elevator brought his attention to you as yours was completely focused on him. You had read about butterflies in stomach and cheeks turning warm upon seeing a crush in books, only experienced it now. Unwillingly, you broke the eye contact first and walked over to the sofas to find Natasha.
“Look who finally decided to show up!” Clint greeted you with a hug as you accepted the pint glass from him before sitting down.
“What are we celebrating today?” you asked, taking a rather large gulp of the fizzy liquid.
“Tony’s expensive booze?” Nat chimed in.
As the liquid reached your belly, you felt warm and fuzzy immediately which was quite unlikely, given that you weren’t drinking on an empty stomach and weren’t a lightweight either. You felt light headed but kind of happy as well, thoughts foggy but crystal clear at the same time. The combination making you sink further into the cushions after kicking your shoes off and exhaling audibly, closing your eyes for a second.
“Lady (Y/N), you look so stunning even when you’re asleep.” Thor’s booming, slightly slurred voice made you open your eyes and straighten up slowly to look around the now empty room.
Where the hell was everybody? How long were you out? Why was Thor looking at you like that?
“Why thank you Thor. Coming from you it means the world to me!” you gave him a dazed smile, head lolling back to rest on the couch as he did the same after sitting next to you.
“You know Natasha and Barton wanted me to profess my undying love for you for weeks now. I’ve been too terrified to do so. Speaking of, where is everybody?” you mumbled with a frown, seeing the lights dimmed in the room as soft music reached your ears.
“Can I be honest, I’m petrified of Lady Romanoff.” Thor admitted quietly, looking around as if the assassin was lurking in the corners, which of course she was.
“On one hand I’m weirdly proud that I’ve made a literal God fearful, but on the other, why is this turning into a formal first date?” Nat elbowed Clint from the shadows where they stood watching the two of you interact.
“Don’t ask me, it was Loki’s genius idea.”
“If it wasn’t for me, they wouldn’t have gotten this far. You should be thanking me!”
Even in the dark, they didn’t miss Loki scoffing and rolling his eyes as he watched his grand intervention unfold. Suddenly Thor’s loud voice brought their attention back to the two of you.
“What did you say?”
“I find you very attractive and fascinating, Lady (Y/L/N). Would you be interested in going out for a meal with me?” Thor kneeled in front of you, slightly wobbly on his feet, as he extended his hand.
“I would be honored Mr God of Thunder.” You announced, equally dramatic as you placed your hand in his that made him punch his fist in the air victoriously. He sat back down, this time much closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you sighed contently.
“Great. They’re going on a date in the 50s. I’m sure alcohol would’ve been a more exciting option but no one wanted to listen to me.” Nat whispered, annoyed at the lack of action.
“You mortals have no patience.” Loki shook his head before flicking his wrist as a red box appeared on the glass table that stood in front of the sofa.
On cue, you picked up the box, the flashy color grabbing your attention immediately, and opened it. Out flew a light colored powder that lingered near the two of you, before vanishing. It made you sneeze a couple of times before a shiver ran down your spine and light sweat broke on your forehead.
“Please tell me it’s not what I think it is.” Clint whispered, alarmed as you began fanning yourself.
Loki merely smirked and vanished from sight.
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A/N: Umm the two people in my taglist posted amazing gifs and pictures of Tom and JTH has a slow hands video. Here’s the thread. 
I talk about his relationship with Taylor Swift in this. I obviously don’t know the details and I portray her kinda as rude. I am aware she is not, it’s just for the sake of the story. Because who doesn’t love a jealous makeup smut
Warnings: Smut. Dom!Tom, Oral (M and F receiving), kinda rough, a bit of bondage, cursing, dirty talk, AFTERCARE IS KEY
Taglist:@just-the-hiddles​ @trippedmetaldetector​ @daydreams-of-loki​
@lowhostrikesback​ (message me or something if you want to be added permanently to my taglist.)
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You took your time getting ready. You wanted to look perfect. Tom wanted to take you to a high brow party tonight to celebrate some movie or new song or a birthday, you don’t know and frankly don’t care. These had never really been your scene. Everyone was trying too hard to be polite, they all wanted something from someone important. You were invisible there. No, it was worse. You didn’t have the joy of them not seeing you. Then your wouldn’t have had to endure the judgmental stares and disgusted glances. You knew no one wanted you there. You didn’t have anything to give them, you weren’t important. Tom hated them almost as much as you, but he was pretty good at hiding it. He would be polite and socialize with people who approached him, but he would really entertain conversation with directors so he didn’t hurt his career. When you come with him he would stand off to the side and make conversation with you. He would play this amazing game with you where he would say the most vulgar shit to you as someone was approaching you so you would blush uncontrollably when someone was having a conversation with your lovely boyfriend who would talk to them innocently. Though he loved when loved embarrassing you, he also liked when they would walk by and you would blush and cuddle yourself into his side. When you were lost in thought Tom walked into your flat and snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You jumped at first when his strong arms snaked around your waist. After your initial shock subsided you smiled and set down the makeup you were holding, and grabbed his strong hands on your waist and looked at him in the mirror.
“Hi Love,” he said with that smirk that has nearly gotten you in trouble so many times before. 
“Hi,” you said blushing while you looked down shyly. You felt his hands flatten and press against your stomach as he leaned his head into your neck. He nuzzled himself in your neck. You giggled at the scratchy feeling from his stubble on your neck. He kissed all over your neck. He cherished the small giggles that erupted from your mouth while he pulled you closer to him. He let up on his attack on your neck with a small kiss on your neck. 
“Are you nearly ready,” he said pulling you back to his firm body. You nodded and picked up the earrings your were about to put on when he arrived. You made a point to lean forward more than you needed. Making a point to arch your back and press your ass against him. You heard him take a sharp breath in. He put one of his hands on the arch of your back applying delicious pressure as the other snaked down your front and put his hand on your thigh, which was exposed in your tiny excuse of a dress that barely covered your ass. You only wore it to tease Tom relentlessly. He pushed himself against you, causing you to gasp and put your elbows on the dresser. He slowly slid his hand on your thigh till it barely grazed your covered center then dropped his hand. He then slowly slid his other hand down your back, pushing you down lightly as he went, till he reached your slightly exposed ass and delivered a quick smack before roughly pulling your dress down to cover your ass. You gasped out and leaned forward as he stepped back from you. 
“I’ll wait for you in the living room my love,” he said leaning down to place a gentle kiss to the back of your neck before standing up straight, “don’t be long baby, it’s rude to leave people waiting.” He said smoothing his suit as he walked out of the room leaving you gasping and bent over your dresser.
You took a second to catch your breath before quickly putting on your earring and looking at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were tinged with pink. You could feel heat building between your legs as you carefully adjusted your dress. You could tell by his show of dominance at your playful gesture that you were going to have a good night, an even better night if you provoked him. You smirked to yourself as you pulled your dress down on top and up at the bottom before walking back out to Tom.
He had his back to you and was on his phone when you left your bedroom. He was wearing a fitted light brown suit with a navy blue button down shirt and a navy and mustard tie with red stripes. He looked so handsome. You slowly walked further from the room. He slowly looked you up and down before letting a low growl out from his mouth. He beckoned you towards him with a single slender forward. You smirk and attempt to walk past him to your door. As you start to walk past him he grabs your wrist and roughly pulled you to him.
“I’m not in the mood to be tested tonight, I suggest you get this attitude out now before were around people,” he says before getting down on one knee and digging his fingers into your thighs. He very obviously looked under your dress to the lacy green thong you wore under the skimpy black dress. 
“Misbehave one more time before getting to the party and i’ll take them from you. Let your pussy be exposed under this tiny dress. You’d love it wouldn’t you,” he said as he carefully pulled the bottom of your dress down. You smirked and grabbed the back of his head attempting to push his head down to your burning center. He looked up at you with predatory eyes as he let out a controlled sigh as he snaked his hands under your dress. He kept eye contact with you as he yanked on the flimsy piece of fabric letting it pool around your ankles before letting his fingers ghost against your lips. Very suddenly he swatted at your core making you lean forward with a whiny moan as he stood from the floor and walked towards the door. He extended a hand to you as he shoved your panties into his pocket. You walked towards him and gently put your hand in his, letting him pull you to the car. When you got to the car he opened the door for you and held your hand as he helped you into the sleek, low, car. As he walked around the car to get in you tried to control the shaking of your hands.
“A bit shakey there aren’t we lovely,” he said with an evil smirk as he started his car turning to look at you.
“It’s your fault, but you love that don’t you,” you said rolling your eyes and looking out the window. He roughly grabbed your chin and turned your head towards his burning gaze.
“Watch your mouth tonight or your punishment will only get worse,” he said sternly. The thought of getting punished gave you a serge of confidence.
“When is the last time you’ve followed through with a punishment. Tom,” you said leaning into him with a smirk and leaning into him. He growled released your chin. He proceeded to wordlessly pulled your seat belt across your body, clipping it in and tightening it. He them proceeded to start the car and begin to drive to the event. It was about a half hour away. You were on edge with how wound up you left Tom. Stealing a glance at his pants you notice a prominent bulge in his pants. He glanced over at you and you immediately pretended to be unbothered looking out the window. 
“Look at me Angel,” he said in his deliciously evil tone. You silently looked over at him and and saw him palming his bulge. You tried to reach out to touch him, but he quickly grabbed your wrist. 
“No. You have lost the privilege of touching me. To teach you a lesson before you can embarrass me I will use your mouth however I want. Do you understand,” he said with his eyes trained at the road. 
“Yes,” you said looking at your lap. He undid his suit pants and pulled himself out of his pants. You licked your lips and looked up at him as he slowly pumped himself moaning lightly.
“Put your hands behind your back and turn towards me,” he said taking his hand off of his throbbing cock. Leaving it standing at full attention. All you could think about was how he will tear you in half with his cock after this event. When you turn to him and put your hands behind your back he reaches a strong hand behind your head and push you down to his cock.
“Come on sweet girl, you wouldn’t want to leave me all hard would you baby girl. I know you know how to please me baby,” he said urging you onto him. You licked from the bottom to the top slowly and kitten licked the tip. He grunted and pushed your head onto his cock, his wordless way of telling you not to tease him. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked as hard as you could and took him as far as you could. After a while, after you could tell he was getting close, he applied pressure to the back of your head, pushing your head down till your nose was touching the skin of his groin. You choked around him slightly and you heard his groan above you had he pushed your head down harder and thrusting his hips into you harder as he came down your throat.
“Make sure you clean me up nice and good before sitting up. Remember, no touching,” he said releasing your head. You pulled off of him and swallowed his load and went back to lick up the cum left on his cock. After you were done you began licking and sucking on the tip, running your tongue over the slit applying as much pressure to the sensitive spot as possible. He growled and pulled your head up by your hair.
“Don’t be greedy baby,” he said as he stopped the car at a read light and put himself back into his dress pants and fixing them before the light turned. After he began moving he moved a hand to your thigh and squeezing it hard, pulling it towards him.
“Keep your legs spread baby. Let me take care of you a bit before the party,” he said slipping his hand up your thigh slowly. You leaned your head back and let him slide his strong, slender hand under your tight silky black dress. His fingers spread your leaking heat, and with two fingers he ran his fingers up and down your soaked slit. You let out a desperate whine as he groaned slightly.
“Aww darling, your soaked. Did you enjoy sucking my cock that much,” he said as your lead lulled to the side and looked at him. He slowly slid a single finger inside of you and pumping it painfully slow.
“Fuck darling, how are you so tight around my fingers when you practically beg me to pound your sweet cunt every night,” he said pushing his finger in harder before adding a second finger. You moaned out in pleasure and your back arched on the seat when he scissored open his fingers inside of you before ripping them from you. You felt the car stop, presumably at a red light.
“I hope you didn’t plan to sleep tonight after the stunts you pulled,” he whispered in your ear. Biting at the flesh as he pulled away. “Or walk tomorrow for that matter,” he added muttering under his breath as he went back to driving.
He brought his hand back to your center and plunged two fingers in fast. You moaned out and fell forward a bit as his fingers curled inside of you and pounded at your g spot. He assaulted the sensitive spot with his pounding fingers till you were shaking. It must have been quite the scene. Tom looking at the road intently while you looked like a fucked out whore. The way your head was thrown back and you were gripping his wrist. Begging him to let you cum.
Just as you were right there. Teetering over the edge he pulls out of you. Your grip on his wrist tightens as you bite your hand in a whiny sob. He simply smirked and brought his hand to his mouth as he licked his hand clean. 
“You didn’t think i’d let you cum after the stunt you pulled at home,” He laughs after hes done cleaning his hand, “Maybe, just maybe, i’ll let you cum once tonight if your good.” He smiled at you as he pulled in front of the building where the party was to be held. You quickly fixed your dress as Tom pulled up to the valet and helped you out of the car. Quickly moving to hold you around the waist as you were still shakey from having your orgasm ripped away from you moments ago. He walked into the party with you and was immediately greeted by some directory he used to work with pulling him away. You sighed and walked to a small secluded table while you scanned the room for people you know. You didn’t recognize anyone, so you opted to just stay at the table until Tom returned from god knows where. After a few minutes you decide to look around the large ballroom for him. You notice him standing at a table across the room. Some guys you didn’t know talking and obviously trying too hard to be nice. You walked over to the table where he was standing. He noticed you walking to him when you were half way to him from your table. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, you were a work of art in his eyes. He couldn’t understand how everyone here could dismiss you so easily, he could barely keep his eyes off of you. As you got closer he lifted his arm, allowing you to stand against him while his arm twisted around your waist pulling you close to him while he pretended to care about whatever these people were talking about. As soon as he got a chance he pulled you away with him back to the secluded table you left just a few minutes ago. He turned to face him while he pulled you closer to him by your waist and kissed your head.
“Have I told you that you look stunning princess,” he said leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. You both sat talking for a few minutes before he danced one of his hands under your dress teasing you lightly. You looked up at him with doe like innocent eyes as you bit your lip and let out a small whine at him.
“Don’t look at me like that princess or i might just have to drag you home now,” he said smirking at you while his fingers pinched and toyed with your clit. To someone passing by it just looked like his hands were sitting low on your hips, little did they know he was sinfully teasing you in the middle of ballroom. He looked over your shoulder then boldly said to you.
“I can’t wait till I get you back to mine. Gonna fuck you like the whore you decided to act like at home,” He whispered pulling you close. As he leaned back to his full height you heard someone greet Tom behind you. As they talked you buried yourself into Toms side as he held you close. After they left you told Tom  you were gonna go to the restroom. He nodded and told you to be good as he let you out of his tight grasp.
“Who knows I could just take care of myself when i’m away,” you smirked up at him. He gave you a warning look as you turned and walked away from him.
You never intended to actually do it. Tom would notice, he was very familiar with how you look after you cum. He would probably drag you back to his flat in front of everyone. He would be enraged, but you couldn’t help it. When you left the restroom and noticed your tall ginger being joined by none other than Taylor Swift. She laughed and put her hand on his arm. You were enraged, and wanted him to feel just as mad. You walked yourself back to the private bathrooms and locked yourself in one. You wasted no time leaning yourself up against the wall and hastily thrusted two fingers into yourself. Your hands didn’t feel half as good as Tom’s but they would get the job done in reaching your climax. As your fingers worked inside of you you used your other hand to rub and pull at your clit. After a few minutes you felt your sweet release. You took a second to catch your breath and clean yourself up before walking back out to the intricate ballroom the event was being held in. As you walked back out you noticed Tom was standing alone at the table. As soon as your eyes caught his across the ballroom he knew. The slight glow of your face and and the relaxed look gave you away immediately. He was shocked at first. He never thought in a million years you would actually do it. You always tested him and broke the rules, but you always knew to never touch what was his unless you wanted him to lose his cool on you when he punished you. He never thought you would ever do that to him at an event. 
As soon as you reached him his surprise turned to rage. He grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the ballroom and into the cold London night. As you waited for the valet to bring the car he leaned down and whispered in your ear, “You wanted to cum. Your gonna cum till you can’t anymore.” As you were about to respond your car arrived. Tom opened the door for you, and helped you into the car. This calmed your nerves, you knew he wasn’t really mad at you. You were so afraid of making Tom really mad at you. You were nearly shaking from excitement. As Tom started to drive the fifteen minute ride to his flat he placed his hand on your thigh in soothing motions. 
“Baby look at me,” he said glancing at you, “your going to get punished hard tonight. I’m not gonna go easy on you. Do you remember your safe word lovely?” You nodded at him.
“Say it for me princess, so I know that you know,” he said sternly.
“red,” you said meekly. He hummed in approval and moved his hand to your center. 
“Gotta get you nice and ready for me,” he said as he rolled your clit between his fingers. You moaned out lightly and bit your knuckle and looked out the window. He chuckled at you and continued to drive to his place. 
When you reached his building he quickly pinched your clit and opened his door. He held you close to him as he ascended the stairs to his flat. As soon as he got the door closed he pushed you against it. His lips were pressed to yours in a heated kiss. One of his hands on your cheeks pulling you close to him while the other went under your dress to play with you more.
“Who’s is this baby. Who gets to play with this,” He said breaking the kiss and looking you in the eyes. 
“You,” You yelled out as he thrusted two long fingers into you quickly and latching his lips onto your neck. Your head was thrown back against the door as he curled his fingers and pressed into your g spot. Your hands shot up to his shoulders as his mouth released your neck and leaned back to your face. He kissed you deeply again as he continued to pound into you with his strong hand. You began shaking and broke the kiss with soft whine as your head fell against the door.
“Cum for me princess,” he said moving his had from your cheek to your back to keep you from falling. You felt the clench in your abdomen burst and warmth spread across your entire body. You clenched against his fingers and collapsed against his chest. As he continued to pound into you. You gripped onto the brown suit as he used his thumb to rub your clit. You shook against him as he pulled you closer to him. You couldn’t even form words as you felt yourself release against his hand again within minutes. He rubbed you through your orgasm before pulling his fingers from you. He held his fingers up to your face.
“Clean me up baby,” he said pushing his fingers into your mouth. You sucked and licked at his fingers before he pulled them from your mouth. He picked you up in his strong arms and carried you to the kitchen table. He set you down gently on the edge of the table before getting on his knees in front of you. He licked and bit at your thighs, completely avoiding your sensitive core. After a few passes of leaving hickeys on your thighs he harshly licked from your entrance to your clit before harshly sucking on it. You laid back on the table and arched your back as your hands flew above your head. He reached a strong hand up and held your hips down. He rubbed his teeth slightly against your sensitive nub. You screamed out in pleasure as he moved his hand on your hip to replace his mouth as he moved his mouth to your entrance. He hastily thrust his tongue inside of you. You looked down at him, and his eyes were closed and his shoulders pushed forward to get impossibly closer to you. You moved one of your hands from above your head to his hair. As you start to comb your fingers through his hair his eyes flutter open and look up at you. He could have came at the sight of you. Your mouth hanging open looking down at him while moans of his name escaped from your mouth. After looking at you for a second he went in harder. His hand on your nub moved faster, and his tongue went faster and harder inside of you. Your hand tightened in his hair as your head fell back with a loud yell. You could feel the coil in your abdomen start to pulse as he brought you closer to the edge. You couldn’t even form sentences all you could do was mutter moans as he devoured you. You felt that familiar warmth spread across your body as you shook with ecstasy. He held your thigh with his free hand and rubbed in soothing circles. He licked you through your high before pulling away. He reached his hands behind your back and pulled you to a sitting position before kissing you deeply. You tasted yourself on his tongue as he held you close to him. As you moved your hands to his neck to play with the hair on the nape of his neck he went to unbutton his brown dress pants. You broke the kiss and leaned onto his shoulder looking down at his hands taking himself out of his pants. You looked up at him and kissed his jaw as he started to take small steps towards you and rubbed his tip through your folds. You whined out as he ground his tip against your sensitive center. With every thrust of his hips against you his tip would almost push into you before rubbing up to your clit. You felt delicious pressure as you buried yourself into his neck to whine and moan against his soft skin. 
“My princess is so responsive tonight,” he said using one of his hands to push you back onto your back. He pressed his hand against your neck applying pressure as he harshly thrust into you. After the three orgasms he already got out of you, you couldn’t barely form words. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Your skirt bunched up against your waist, your eyes glassy and desperate looking up at him. You looked like you were in a place of bliss. He knew how much you loved his hands around your neck. It didn’t take long for you to feel your orgasm building in your body. He reached his free hand to your hand to hold yours. He knew that sometimes when you came a lot you needed him to ground you. He could tell you were close by how hard you were squeezing him.
“Cum for me princess. Show me how good I make you feel,” He whispered into the air. You screamed out as your orgasm ripped through you. You felt like your whole body was on fire. You saw black spots scatter through your vision. You couldn’t comprehend anything. You were mumbling incoherently. As you started to come back you felt him lift you to sitting on the table. He was holding you up with one hand, and using the other to unzip your dress. He stood you up and held you, and let your dress pool around your ankles. He helped you step out of your heels, and turned you towards the table. He pushed you down to bend over the table. You heard him push his dress pants all the way off and kick off his shoes. He rubbed one hand up and down your back calmly as he unbuttoned his shirt and pushed that and his blazer to the floor. After his clothes were discarded he rubbed both of his hands up and down your sides.
“Can you give me one more princess,” he asked calmly. You nodded and leaned back into him. He chuckled and started to rub his cock through your folds. Suddenly he slammed into you, and grabbed your hip with one hand to pull you back into him. He used his other hand to grab your hair and tug lightly.
“Look at you, dripping all over my cock. Will this teach you to not touch other peoples toys. How many times have I told you that i’m the only one who can ever make you cum. Your falling all over my cock like the whore you are. Everyone thinks your such a good girl, all quiet and pretty. Little do they know that you get this tight fucking cunt pounded every night,” he said. His voice was laced with grunts. He placed a few spanks to your ass and grunting as he pounded into you. You could already feel yourself getting close. The tight coil burning through your body. This felt so much more intense that anything you had ever felt before. You started clenching around him, causing him to moan loudly.
“I’m gonna cum soon baby. Cum for me baby. You can do it princess,” he said moving his hand from your hair to your clit. You felt the bubble inside you burst. You felt white hot bliss course through your veins. Your body erupted in beautiful shocks and tingles on your skin. You spent a while laying across the table mumbling nonsense until you started to come back to reality. As you started to become more aware from your intense high you felt liquid dripping down your thighs, and felt Tom’s warm hands massaging your back and shoulders and whispering sweet praises into the sex filled air. You reached your hand behind you and reached out for him. You felt him grab your hand lightly and squeeze it. He leaned down and kissed between your shoulder blades. He let go of your hand and gently pulled out of you. You whined at the loss of contact. He helped you roll over and stand. He lifts you into his strong arms bridal style and walked you to the couch. He sat down and cradled you against him gently.
“You did so good for me baby, so so good,” he mumbled kissing your head. He gently rubbed the outside of your thigh and gave you a few minutes to calm down. He just cradled you in his arms and gave you gentle kisses until you started to calm down.
“How about I run you a bath and then I read you to sleep,” he asked pulling you back to look you in the face. You nodded and leaned in you kiss him. He smiled into the kiss and held your face. After you pulled away he stood up with you and began walking to the bathroom. He set you on the vanity, and turned on the lights in the room. You slumped back against the mirror, and watched as he went to start the tub.
“I’ll be right back baby,” he said walking out of the room for a second. When he came back he had four water bottles and two straws. He set them down and opened one up and put a straw in it, before holding it up to your mouth. You drank the water as he put his hand around you waist, and light rubbed your soft skin. When you were done drinking he set the bottle down, and picked up the basket of bath bombs and put them next to you.
“You wanna pick out a bath bomb my love,” he said in a calm tone. You nodded and mindlessly picked one up and showed him. He smiled at you, and picked you up and gently set you in the tub. The warm water felt amazing on your skin. You relaxed into the tub as he climbed in behind you. He pulled you close to him as you lowered the bath bomb into the tub. You laid your head back against his shoulder and kissed his jaw. 
“Did you even know you squirted baby,” he said while he was rubbing soap on your legs. You blushed and shook your head looking down. He kisses your cheeks over and over making you blush while you giggled into him. 
After he was done washing the both of you he got out of the tub first and dried himself off. You stared up at his massive frame while he wrapped the towel around his waist before turning to you.
“I’m gonna go change and clean up our clothes from the kitchen, then get you a shirt and underwear, then i’ll be right back,” he said focused on his words before looking down at you with a thumbs up. You nodded at him as he walked out of the room.
He came back a few minutes later in a pair or sweats and old t shirt. Holding a shirt for you. He helped you out and dried you off. After he dried you off he helped you step into your panties that you had left at his place at some point. After that he carefully put the shirt over your head and picked you back up taking you to the bed and laying you down gently. He went back into the bathroom and you heard the tub start to drain. When he came back he picked up a book on his night stand and laid next to you. You smiled and snuggled into his side. He wrapped of his arms around you, and held the book with the other. This was some of your favorite time with Tom, when he was reading you to sleep. Between the exhaustion of all your orgasms, his soothing voice, and his heartbeat, you were asleep within minutes.
The last thing you remember before falling into a deep sleep was him kissing your head and saying, “goodnight my love. You were so good today. Your always so good.” As he said it he wrapped both arms around you and cradled your body close to him.
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A/N: Alright. My first smut. I hope you enjoyed it. I’m kinda nervous about this being good, so if you enjoyed it please let me know it means the world to me. All feedback is encouraged. I should have another piece of writing out tomorrow.  As always my requests are open and encouraged. Have a great day/night.  ❤❤
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Out of Time
summary: As Loki lay dying he makes one last phone call to you, pretending that it is just another ordinary day. warnings: character death, blood, poison, angst, language a/n: this was inspired after a similar story by @what-just-happened-bro (read it here). I churned this out in just a few hours and I’m sure that I missed some errors, but I think the effect is still the same! wordcount: 1209 masterlist here
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Loki was meant to have more time.
Was that not the bittersweet draw of falling in love with a Midgardian? He was to spend the rest of your fleeting, mortal existence by your side, basking in the sunlight of your smile, and then when it faded beyond the horizon, he would follow you to the gates of Valhalla where you so rightfully belonged.
You had fought him for the entirety of your relationship on his worthiness to step into that hallowed hall. Between playful fights on your bed as you writhed beneath him, eyes gleaming with mischief and love, and passionate shouting matches that always ended in you falling into the soothing embrace of the other, insistent but gentle as you stroked his hair in your small and tender hand, you’d convinced him that he may have earned his place after all.
If only it would allow him to see you once again.
The dirt and rocks bit into his back as he shifted to survey the slash rending his skin in two. Sweat blurred his vision, but even he could see the inky black toxin dyeing his veins before it disappeared between his leather armor. The acrid amalgamation of metallic blood and pungent poison coated his tongue, a most heart-wrenching death knell.
There wasn’t enough time.
A snap of his fingers called his phone into his trembling hand. The picture of you, smiling into the camera with the sun in your eyes, smudged with blood as he swiped his thumb to unlock it. The one object that he had loathed the most--if he wished to communicate with someone he would do so in person--was now his most precious possession.
Just one more stolen bit of time with you thanks to such primitive technology. Please.
A deep breath, a cough that wracked his prone body, and then he held the phone to his ear.
Norns, please answer.
“Hello- ah shit! Hold on one sec, Loki.”
There you were, his love. He listened to the running of water, your unintelligible muttering, and what sounded like food sizzling. Each second was an eternity that stretched far too long. He didn’t have enough time.
“Darling? Are you there?” His bloodshot eyes darted over the bodies of the dark elves he had slain, a gruesome sight to send him to the end of his days.
Your breath blew into the speaker just before you speak, and his soul sighed in relief. “Sorry, Mischief. I burnt my hand on the pan again. Think you can help me out when you get home?”
Tears burned the backs of his eyes and he turned his face to the cloudless sky so that they rolled streaks down the dirt staining his sharply cut cheeks. He swallowed around the thickness in his throat. “Of course, my love. What are you making?”
“Your favorite.” The sound of you puttering around in the background, tending to the food, tossing a used spoon in the sink, was all so domestic and achingly familiar that he could so easily picture you there. It was one of his favorite sights, you comfortable and content in your home, turning even the most mundane activities into a glorious occasion just by your partaking in them.
His hands knew the softness of your skin beneath his “borrowed” t-shirt you wore as a nightshirt. His nose knew the scent of your hair, a combination of the both of you after he held you flush to his chest throughout the night. He knew the tilt of your head as you’d inspect the food you prepared. He could almost picture you now, face flushed from the heat of the stove as you beamed your happiness into the phone.
It was selfish, to not tell you of the true reason behind his call, but he did not want to hear your voice twisted in despair. He was not strong enough to withstand such pain.
“I forgot to grab some bread from the store,” you admitted with a frustrated sigh. You were always so adorable when you’d purse your lips at your own shortcomings. How he’d kiss any worries or anxieties from your delectable face. He should’ve done so more often. “Can you pick that up on the way home?”
“You and your forgetful mind. What would you do without me?” he jested hollowly, playing off the sob that forced its way past his throat as a quick laugh. He coughed again and pressed his hand over the wound on his chest. The searing agony grounded him, pulled him away from the darkness closing in on the edges of his vision.
He would take all the time he had for you.
“Good thing I’ll never have to find out.”
The surety of your voice, so sweet, so innocent, wrapped around his heart and squeezed. It had only begun to beat again when you’d skipped into his life, chasing away the shadows of his past with a bubbly laugh, sharp tongue, and warm embrace. How cruel was it that he was to lose his life after he had only just begun to live it?
He closed himself off to the sights around him; his eyelids were just too heavy. You stood there in his mind’s eye, swaying your hips back and forth to the faint tune he could hear behind the din of your cooking. An angel sent to guide him towards peace.
“Loki, I gotta g-”
“No!” he pleaded, his voice a high, frightened shout that tore at his parched throat. He eased the harshness of his words with a ragged sigh. “No, darling. I need to know if you need anything else, before you hang up.”
You hummed quietly in thought. Always with a delicate press of your lips together and a gentle furrow of your brow. “Just you. Are you coming home soon?”
Loki had promised to never lie to you, and he had always kept that promise throughout your relationship. He hoped that you’d forgive him for breaking that vow, just this once. “Yes. I cannot wait to be in your arms again, my love. I miss you so terribly.”
“If you miss me so much, come and get me,” you teased, and then your voice lowered with sincerity. “Miss you, too. I love you.”
The darkness began to overwhelm even the perfection of your smiling face in his thoughts. He could not fight it for the wash of ice gripping his trembling, ruined body. Not even the sickly heat of his blood trapped between pallid skin and sweat-slick leather could warm him now. A Frost Giant, and it would be the cold embrace of Death to take him from you. There was an irony there, but he was too weary to find it. All of his strength went into his hushed reply of, “I love you too, little one, more than all the stars in the sky.”
Never before had silence rang so loudly in his ears. He dragged his eyes open and turned his head to the side, staring at the lockscreen on his phone. Staring at you. Red was not your color, no, but nothing could ever detract from your beauty.
Not even his last, rattled breath.
Loki was finally out of time.
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Perfectly, my love...
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*Loki x reader*
Words: 1k
Imagine: You and Loki talk about the importance of the perfect pace.
A.N.: As a treat, I present to you some short Loki fluff 💚 for all the lovely people out there who still believe in my writing!
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"I thought this was supposed to be enjoyable! For both of us!"
"It would be if you just relaxed and let me do the work!"
"I might actually consider it if only you would stop being quite so..."
"Yes?" You quirked an eyebrow at the raven haired god below you, a small smirk playing on your lips as he struggled for a way to finish the sentence.
"...insensitive about it." He drawled at last, scowling up at you in mild protest. "You are well aware that this is a very vulnerable matter for me, especially under these... circumstances. You of all people should know."
"Oh, don't play the pity card on me now. I know you better than to fall for that, Loki, and I know that you want this as much as I do. So shut up now and just let it happen, yes?"
"I would enjoy it far more if we slowed down. Where is the enjoyment in rushing? The fun in a haste? I frankly do not see it."
"It isn't rushing, really, I simply am used to moving at a faster pace. Usually we do not have this kind of time at our hands, and you know it very well!"
"Still, I would much prefer it if you took your time now and did it properly instead of rushing through it for the mere sake of habit." Loki objected pointedly, and his eyes found yours in a lingering gaze that burned its way right into your soul and down to the core of your very self. You could lose yourself in those eyes over and over again if you weren't careful, and he was very consciously using that against you. Oh, how you would like to rush for your own sake and enjoyment… play a little… but you loved him far too much for that.
"Fine, we will do slow and gentle form now on. I know how you get when we won't have it your way, and I don't want to have a sulking god by my side all day. We will be late either way. Happy now?"
"Yes."
The tension in his muscles eased up in an instant when you continued on more slowly indeed, taking your time with each and every careful yet calculated and deliberate move. His eyes closed a moment later as he sighed softly, and your heart swelled in utmost affection for the man currently kneeling before you, in front of the huge mirror that not only threw his divine form and blissful expression back at you, but also your own. The sight of having Loki at your mercy so entirely never failed to enchant you. It was almost addicting to see this side of him.
"Better?" You asked with an affectionate smile, even though you already knew the answer.
"Perfect." He replied nonetheless, and your heart soared at the deep hum in contentment that resonated all the way from his body into yours.
For a while you continued your work, a delicate touch here and a stronger one there, while the only sound filling the room was your breathing and his, a calm beat of being alive, and the occasional sigh that escaped Loki's lips against his will. In this perfect calm, you found yourself entirely content, happy beyond reason and beyond necessity for one, and when you worked your magic on the raven god, you knew that he shared that sentiment without a doubt. You knew him far better than to doubt that indeed.
"There you go, all done and ready." You finally mused with another quiet smile, and when Loki opened his eyes to assess your work in the mirror, his lips curled into an even brighter one than yours.
"Perfect indeed..." He praised your work, and before you had even a chance to react, he pulled you down to him and into his lap, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Thank you, love."
"If we would do this more often, it could be done a lot faster, you know..." You whispered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer.
"Oh, I believe I quite enjoy the time it takes..." He smirked at you, seconds before his lips trailed along your jaw and down your neck, his breath fanning against the delicate skin. "Why do you think I keep reminding you to go slow? Why, pray tell my dear, would I do anything to make it last?"
Now your own chuckle carried over to his chest that was comfortably pressed against yours, and you rolled your eyes in playful exaggeration. "If I was to tell anyone that Loki, the mighty god of mischief, enjoys having his hair braided –by me and me alone– I think nobody would believe me. No matter how long they've known us. Or rather, no matter how long they believe to have known us."
"Dare telling anyone and I will inevitably have to get back at you for it, darling."
"As if…" You scoffed with a huge smirk, drawing small circles on his back as he did on yours. "You wouldn't be mean to me for anything in this world or the next."
"Very true..." He sighed softly, but with an underlying smirk that had you dubious in an instant. "But I could tell everyone that you love it when I-..."
"Don't you dare telling anyone about that!" You gently smacked his shoulder blade, then wrapped yourself around him even more tightly. "That's between you and me alone."
"As is the braiding of my hair."
"Fine..." You sighed with a feigned pout. "Even if I think it would help people to understand you just a little bit better. The real you, I mean."
"The only one who is supposed to know and understand me is you." He mused against your jaw, kissing his way back up to your lips. "And you do it exactly like you do everything else."
"And how would that be?"
"Perfectly, my love."
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