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jurassic-cunt · 6 months
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ugh i don't think i can watch s2 of loki. i'll just get queerbaited so hard. i just know it. remember s1? ooo loki and mobius are such good friendss and oh wow loki is bi mmm. but no fuckin way is disney filmin owen wilson and tom hiddleston kissing
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vbecker10 · 2 years
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Requests are Closed
(Temporarily - sorry)
(This is my first time taking requests so please bear with me 💚)
Dividers by @harlequin-hangout 💚
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Loki Oneshots:
- Loki x female reader
Stay the Night? (Fluff, 4k words)
Sorry Love, I'm Busy (request - angst & fluff, 4k words)
Sunflower (request - some bullying, mild smut, fluff, 3.5k words)
Shh... It was Just a Bad Dream (request - nightmares, fluff, 1k words - Loki pov)
Loki, I'm Fine (request - being sick and fluff, 3k words)
That's Not What I Meant (request - arguing, angst, injury, lots of fluff, 2.7k words)
You Don't Trust Me? (Request - arguing, angst, feelings of guilt, controlling boyfriend, accusations of cheating, fighting, no happy ending, 1.7k words)
You Don't Trust Me? Alt. Version (Request in Progress - arguing, angst, feelings of guilt, controlling boyfriend, accusations of cheating, fighting, fluff, happy ending)
Loki's Cooking Lesson (fluff, 1k words)
The Gift (fluff, so much fluff, 4k words)
Moving Day (fluff, some smut, brotherly bonding, 5k words)
I Need the Truth (angst, feeling of being unloved, breaking up, unhappy ending, 2k words)
Requests in Progress
- Jotun Loki x plus size female reader
You Are My Queen (request - self depreciating thoughts, issues with self image, fluff, 2k words)
- Loki x gender neutral reader
It's Too Loud (request - autistic reader, overstimulated, feelings of panic / being overwhelmed, 2k words)
- Tom Hiddleston x female reader
The Wedding Date (fluff, vague smut, 1k words)
(I am going to rewrite a new version of this to be Loki x female reader)
Loki Short Series:
- Loki x female reader
Loki's Little Secret (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Request - protective Loki, hidden relationship, angst, self doubt, thoughts of being inadequate, fluff - completed)
The Blind Date? (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Request - funny and fluff to follow, Part 4 in progress)
- Loki x plus size female reader
My Best Friend... (Part 1) (Part 2) (angst, self depreciating thoughts, feeling inadequate, issues with self image, low self worth, fluff - completed)
- Loki x gender neutral reader
I'm Here (Part1) (Part 2) (request - self doubt, angst, maybe fluff, 7k words - completed)
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Bucky Oneshots:
- Bucky x female reader
Mmm... You're Warm (request - fluff, 2k words)
Request in Progress
Bucky Short Series:
- Bucky x female reader
Back to Basics (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (request - fluff, being awkward, no warnings - 7k words, Bucky POV completed)
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Loki Random Incorrect Quotes:
- Loki x reader
Epic Pockets
Loki and you watch Crimson Peak
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Loki Long Series:
- Loki x female reader
Shadows of the Past (In Progress)
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Rules for Requests:
I'm sorry everyone... I currently have 30 requests and I want to give all of them the attention they deserve so I'm closing requests for the time being.
1. I'll write for Loki or Bucky / Winter Soldier, romantic or platonic relationships
2. Angst and fluff preferred (I'm still new at writing and haven't done any smut but I'm working on it)
3. I'm not really worried about what's cannon, I'll pretty much write any ship, MF / MM / FF / gender neutral reader (no Thorki or Sylki, sorry)
4. I might add more rules to the list as I go if I remember something else
Tag list - Loki
@michelleleewise @soubi001 @ace-of-gay @tessathechild @misunderstoodself @coldnique @lokiprompts @thomase1 @mochie85 @fi-recs-fics @huntress-artemiss @sititran @xorpsbane @kkdvkyya @lokisgoodgirl @harlequin-hangout @muddyorbs @holdmytesseract @kats72 @avoliax @peaches1958 @peachyjinx @loopsisloops @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @high-functioning-lokipath @psychospore @dukes2581 @buttercupcookies-blog @animnerd @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen @laufeyson-16
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Tag list - Bucky
@michelleleewise @soubi001 @ace-of-gay @tessathechild @coldnique @mochie85 @sititran @kkdvkyya @harlequin-hangout @peachyjinx @dukes2581 @animnerd @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @high-functioning-lokipath @psychospore
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Caregiver: Tom Hiddleston
Little: You (age: 2 years)
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Imagine Tom waking up rather early every morning whereas you loved to sleep in!
After one of his usual morning walks with Bobby, he went upstairs to check on you, still snuggled up in bed. He smiled at how cosy you looked, contemplating on whether he should go over to you or not.
Eventually, he decided to walk over to you and crouch down at the bedside, gently stroking your cheek with his hand. "Good morning, sleepyhead." He smiled. You grumbled and shuffled. "mmm, 'oo eawy!!" you cried from under the bed sheets. Tom chuckled and moved his hand to stroke your head, soothing you. "Hehe! I guess so, pumpkin. It is only 7 after all."
After a few more minutes of being by your side, you had gone right back to sleep and Tom gently brought up some of the covers to get in and sit beside you. He stayed there, cuddling and soothing you, until you woke up. 💛
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viviennes-tears · 1 year
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Mummy loves you (Tom Hiddleston and Zawe Ashton drabble)
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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: Apologies for the late upload for the Mother's Day Special, although I hope it's good enough despite the late upload. Also I know there's actually photos of Tom and Zawe out and about with their baby, but I thought I'd use those images for another time.
Summary: Tom being the ever devoting fiancé made breakfast and delivered it to his beloved who had been sleeping in, as she should be on Mothering Sunday. They share some family time with their little one and furry curious dog Bobby. 
Warning: None
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"Good morning, Mummy!" Tom called softly, as he entered the master bedroom with a breakfast tray balancing on one palm, whilst he carried their precious little bundle of joy on his opposite hip. Also Bobby came bouncing in behind him too.
Zawe slowly sat up in bed and rubbed away the sleep from her eyes before greeting her family. "Good morning, my darlings!" Bobby puts his paws up onto the bed to greet her and she scratches behind his ear before he sits beside the bed.
Tom then carefully sets the stay down over Zawe's covered legs followed by him pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, her eyes temporarily closed for those few seconds the kiss lasted for, before he moved their little Peanut to be held in his arms as he sat down next to her. Once seated Zawe admires her family with a loving smile on her face, Tom grinning whilst petting Bobby's little head as he keeps their little one close, also with his bed hair he looked very adorable too. Their little Peanut coos softly and then starts to reach out to Zawe with grabby hands, which takes her out of the moment from watching them, and gets her to actually interact more. 
"I think Peanut wants to tell Mummy, Happy Mother's Day!" Tom says cheerfully and passes Peanut over to her, then he moves the tray further down her legs, as she lovingly holds their little one in her arms.
"Awh...can you say Mummy?!" She says in a soft and airy voice. 
Their little Peanut hums "mmm..." a couple of times before Zawe repeats "Mummy”, only she's answered with the same hum, which trails off into little babbles and other cute little noises. Of course delighting Tom and Zawe as they praise their little one, as well as excitement in Bobby as he wags his tail and his paws rest on the bed once more. His little wet nose touching Peanut's bare foot and a smile too on the little furry fella's face. 
When Zawe picks up her spoon to begin to tuck into her breakfast of boiled eggs and toast, Tom begins to rummage underneath the bed for her Mother's Day gift, while Peanut tries to pick at her plate too with tiny hands. "Did Daddy forget to feed you Peanut?" Zawe jokingly asks, as Peanut tries some of her breakfast.
"No, Daddy didn't forget, did he?" Tom replies, as he emerges from under the bed with Zawe's gift, while Bobby waits for a little taste too and Peanut cautiously reaches out a small hand to the fur-ball with a piece of toast crust. Bobby gently took the crust from Peanut and chomped on it until it was gone, causing chuckles all round, and Tom promising he fed Bobby already too. 
Zawe took her gift out of its bag, opening the small box inside, and cradling their infant simultaneously. Inside the box was a simple gold heart shaped charm with an emerald gem in the middle on a chain of gold. She found it to be very lovely and Tom kindly put it on for her. Followed by her reading the card that came with it.
"Mummy loves you too." Zawe nuzzles her nose against their infant's tiny nose in a gesture of thanks.
The sun now streaming into the master bedroom, making the family of three glow in its rays, while a rainbow light casted and dances behind Zawe and their own little ray of sunshine, which was casted by a glass jewellery box nearby. A sight Tom can't believe he's seeing before his very eyes, yet smiles between them are infectious, neither of them could help it, because even small moments like these already found a forever home in their hearts. After all, both Tom and Zawe have wanted a family, and now to actually have one is their entire world, their everything.
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Tom Hiddleston Masterlist
Source: @viviennes-tears​
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colorsunimaginable · 1 year
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the spare // chapter thirty-nine // death eater ! tom hiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au
story summary:  While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?
*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*
word count for this chapter: 5.6k warnings for this chapter: blow jobs, dom talk, masturbation
CHAPTER MASTERLIST
Chapter Thirty-Nine:
Thomus is in the kitchen when I go down the next morning. I really force myself not to turn around and head back upstairs at the sight. It had been a ridiculously rough morning and I’m not in the mood to argue with him. (About what? I don’t know but I’m sure something will come up.)
When I’d woken up, I’d quickly realized why I was being tormented by cramps. Since I no longer have my IUD preventing me from having them, my body is forcing me to catch up on all the periods I’d missed since I was 18. Of course, now that I’d figured out what the problem was, I quickly called for Mippy. She’s my knight in shining armor, returning with a contraceptive potion to make it stop. By the time I was out of the shower, the bleeding had stopped altogether.
I guess this is how it’ll be for the rest of my life. Even though my fallopian tubes are damaged, my uterus will still try to shed the lining every month. I’d opted for the muggle option for contraception because I’d never been good at taking things regularly. One summer I’d made a big deal about wanting acne pills, but totally didn’t take them when I was at school. I simply didn’t trust myself to take a pill every day, or a potion once a month for that matter.
The IUD especially came in handy when coming here. I never knew where I’d end up or what could happen, even when things were starting to take a turn for the worse for No-Maj borns. My position at the Daily Prophet wasn’t secure after they’d found out my parentage. I couldn’t hide it when anyone could summon articles about a No-Maj born child winning the Wandless Magic Tournament.
Not saying anything to Thomus, I go about making myself a cup of coffee. A large one with copious amounts of cream and sugar. I’d kill for some mocha creamer at a time like this.
I don’t bother sitting at the table with him. Mostly I stare off into space, working on my Occlumency. Shoving back and burying recent painful memories since I’d had my magic taken away. Similar to Thomus’ lock box method, but a cemetery. The emotions are buried, but the facts remain etched into a headstone or a plaque, dependent on severity. My one night stand with Thomus is a mausoleum, every little physical intimate interaction, every kiss we’ve had resides there. It's pretty morbid, I know, but it’s how I’ve learned to live with the pain.
Sam is a different story. My memories with her are in a cute little library that looks like her favorite one. A decommissioned caboose that sat on the edge of a park in a surrounding township where we went to college. I remember how she’d lost her mind the day we found it –
“Alder, did you hear anything I just said?”
Shit fuck. I blink and look at Thomus to find him staring at me, an eyebrow raised. The kettle starts to whistle and I jump into action.
“Of course I heard you,” I lie. The fresh coffee smell fills the room again and I pour the cream in. I’d already spooned out sugar into the bottom of the mug beforehand.
“Then what did I say?” he asks.
My backs to him as I stir my coffee, taking a testing sip to see if I’d wrangled the coffee taste enough. “Mmm, something about tonight.” Satisfied, I start putting everything away. “A time maybe?”
He gives me an extremely unamused look. “Yes,” he snaps. “7 o’clock is when I want to leave.”
Picking up my coffee, I take another sip. “Sure, I’ll see if I have room in my schedule. It’s a little last notice, so I’m warning you now that I might not be able to fit it in.”
Before he can argue, Sam, meowing his head off, bolts into the room through the cat door. He charges through the kitchen straight to the living room, then comes back and starts circling my legs. I immediately put down my coffee and swoop him up into my arms.
“Hello!” I say, nuzzling his face.
“That beast’s still around I see,” Thomus grumbles.
I sigh and resist tossing a glare his way. “Well, I’ll just take him outside so you can sit here all alone.”
I’m dressed enough in my shorts and hoodie, so I march outside without my shoes.
Sam’s meows quieted the moment we’re through the door. “Wait till we’re by the creek,” I whisper to him.
I probably didn’t even need to say anything like that, because as soon as we’re out of eyesight into the woods, he’s out of my arms and running ahead of me. Quickening my pace as much as going barefoot will allow, I follow him to the creek. When I get there, I barely catch his white fur disappearing on the other side of the creek, the rustling of leaves in his wake.
After a few moments of anxious waiting, his blond head pops up out of the foliage. His arm is up, pointing his wand at something above him. My eyes scan the trees above, but see nothing. He crosses the bubbling water and I almost think his worn out converse won’t make it across the slippery rocks, but soon he’s standing before me.
Sam’s blue eyes are almost perfect circles as he stares at me. I can see white scar marks, remnants of magical wounds down the side of his face. They stand out in the dark scruff coming in along his jaw.
I don’t have time to comment on his new worn-torn look, because he takes a few steps back, bringing his wand arm down until his wand is pointing at me. His free hand comes out, taking a fist of something invisible in between us. I blink rapidly as my eyes take in the recognizable movement of magical fabric. He pulls it back to reveal George Weasley’s sleeping face, floating between us. My jaw drops and my eyes widen in shock.
Sam’s words come out in between labored breaths. “We were tryin’ to move a couple families out beyond the Anti-Apparition line, but he got hit with an acid curse as we tried to Apparate and he splinched.” He pulls the fabric back more, revealing wrappings around George’s torso and limbs. “I gave him all the Essence of Dittany I had, but he still has to regrow his bones.”
My mouth forms around the words, but it takes me a moment for them to come out. “Why the fuck would you bring him here?” I whisper. “You do know that Thomus Malfoy has been tasked with hunting him down, right?”
“Aye, I’m no’ an idiot,” he protests. “I’ve been helpin’ him avoid the fucker.” Then he sighs. “This was the closest place that I could think of. What better place than right under the bastard’s nose?”
I take deep breaths, stifling the panic threatening to burst through and make me lose all clear, cohesive thinking. Sam’s logic, while a stretch, isn’t crazy. Thomus would be out searching for someone who was right where he’d never think to look. But where to –
“We could put him in the attic!” I say excitedly. “There’s plenty of room and I don’t think Thomus knows it’s there.”
“You have an attic?” he asks, tilting his head.
I laugh once. “My point exactly.”
We both look back down at George, and I reach my hand out to grab the invisibility cloak, slowly pulling it back over him until he’s covered again.
“I have him stunned right now,” Sam says. “But I don’t think he should be for much longer. He’s in a lot of pain.”
“No, you’re right,” I respond. “Malfoy is home right now, so it’s going to be difficult getting him inside.”
“Is there any way into the attic from outside?”
I shake my head. “A tiny window. The entrance is in the laundry room above the dryer and it’s maybe this wide.” I show with my hands. “We’ll have to get him up there at an angle.”
“I can manage that. How’re we gonna get around Malfoy?”
“Um…”
We have to get him through the living room. I don’t think I can manage to get him up there without Thomus noticing. Sam would have to be in cat form and he wouldn’t be able to suspend George like this. Thomus is nosey as shit so he’d ask what I was doing and –
“I’m gonna go back up to see if he’s still there. It’s early morning so there’s a chance he’s left by now, but with us having plans this evening, it’s unlikely.”
Sam doesn’t hide his surprise. “Ye have plans?” he asks. “Together?”
“It’s a meeting,” I say. “Some conversation they’re continuing with some American wizards. I don’t know any details yet.”
He nods. “Alright. So how’re we getting him past Malfoy?”
I take a deep breath. “If he’s not already gone, then I’m gonna go distract him and… try to make him leave I guess.”
I don’t like the idea that I have, but it’s the only thing I’ve got.
“How?”
I start towards the house, ignoring his question. “Just wait for my signal and please, for the love of God, don’t come inside.”
Sam starts at that. “What?”
“There’s no way for me to explain without it being super awkward, so just roll with it, okay? It’s gonna work.” I don’t wait for him to respond and make my way back to the house.
Before going inside, I take a moment to calm my racing heart. I need to get Thomus to leave. The only thing that I can think of is extremely risky. Fuck, it might not even work. With everything that’s happened, I have no idea what he’ll do.
Tentatively, I step back into the kitchen. He’s not there. Slowly I walk over to where my coffee is still on the counter. From this angle, I can see Thomus sitting on the couch. Okay, so he’s still here. I gulp down a good portion of my coffee, cooled down enough now for me to do so.
What makes the most sense to me is to try to catch him by surprise. So I go upstairs, acting like it’s a regular day. Because it is – of course it is. I need to change out of this hoodie. The shorts can stay, I’ll hike those up later. Shit, what else should I wear? A tank top?
My brain reminds me of the outfits I wore around the house when he was healing from the doxy bite. My “whore” outfit that made him weak enough to sleep with me. I roll my eyes as I dig through the closet. As if. I pull out a familiar crop top and quickly pull it on, knowing time is of the essence.
Before going downstairs, I take yet another moment to compose myself. He’s just… Thomus. He’s not a big scary Death Eater. He’s hurt my feelings but he hasn’t physically hurt me, so the chances of that happening are unlikely. He’s just a man. A man who, when I can be detached from those feelings of hurt, I can still climb like a goddamn tree. A man that, when I can smother my feelings of inadequacy and fears of rejection, I can recall all of those fantasies I’ve had.
I didn’t know I’d be grave digging twenty fucking minutes later. Is it grave digging if it’s a mausoleum? Maybe not if I’m cracking open the new locks with a crowbar. Thank fuck I have my magic at a time like this.
I pull out the memory of us together, before what happened after. Before the moment I reached out for him. I need to remember how fucking amazing everything was. I need this to feel genuine. Believable.
So what if he doesn’t find me attractive? That’s probably going to come to my advantage, and I’m trying not to care how humiliating it’s going to be. He’s going to reject me and if I can bet on anything, it’s that he’s going to walk away.
I flip my hair over, running my fingers through the drying locks. I wish I could put makeup on without wasting time or drawing too many questions. I grab the waistband of my shorts and hike them up so my ass cheeks are hanging out. In an innocuous, whore-ish way, I hope.
When I enter the living room, he’s sitting relaxed on the couch, eyes closed. I clear my throat, acting like I’d just walked in. He opens his eyes.
“Hi!” I say and smile, forcing myself not to wince at my overly enthusiastic tone. I go to the bookshelf, which is directly across from where he’s sitting, and lean over. I spend a few good long moments searching for a book that I know is in the office.
“Hmmmm,” I sigh. After grabbing a random book, I straighten, flipping through the pages. Knitting patterns. Casually, I turn around. He’s looking at me already, his eyebrows pulled tight, his lips pressed together. I shift my weight onto one hip.
“Mind if I sit?” I ask, trying to sound innocent.
He lazily waves his hand to the chair. “Be my guest,” he says, his tone heavily bordering on annoyed. Keeping my eyes on the book in my hand, I move forward, invading his space by directly straddling his lap. He immediately shifts, holding his hands up, not touching me. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I close the book dramatically and toss it on the floor behind me before running my hands up his delicious shoulders. I shrug and sigh heavily. “Sitting.” I keep my tone light and teasing while the muscles in his jaw tick. He shifts under me again, as if uncomfortable. My legs open wider, and I shimmy closer to him, my fingers coming to rest lightly on his neck. His face is tilted up and to the side, refusing to look at me.
I lean forward, running my lips along his neck. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “You said I could sit.”
He sighs heavily, frustrated. “This is not what I fucking meant.”
“This is much better,” I murmur, my voice low and near his ear. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
His jaw clenches and his eyes close while he shakes his head. I grab his hands and put them on my bare thighs. My lips on his neck part and I leave wet kisses up to his jaw. The hands on my thighs don’t disappear, they don’t squeeze, they don’t rub. They just sit.
“Have you forgotten the entire conversation where I explained I find you repulsive?” he asks through his teeth.
My next few breaths are painful, his words tearing at my confidence. My heart races, my pulse beating loudly in my ears. His breathing is controlled, and it reminds me of when I’m trying not to gag.
“Then close your eyes,” I whisper.
Bravely, my hand goes down between us to palm his length. I feel a mixture of surprise and triumphant when I discover he’s already semi-hard, listening to his sharp intake of breath. The hands on my thighs grip me, not to pull me closer, but to push me off. My legs clamp down over his hips and my remaining free hand reaches up to turn his head so my lips can meet his.
It feels like heaven to kiss him again. And for a moment, he kisses me back. Our tongues meet gently and he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth.
Then he bites down – hard.
I gasp in pain and yank my head back. He’s glaring at me, drops of blood on his lip. A spot on my bottom lip pulses and hurts when my tongue comes out to feel the small wound. A sore really. My hand comes up and I wipe the blood beading out of the cut. My eyes are wide with shock.
His hands on my thighs move to my hips and he shoves me off. I quickly go to my knees, kneeling between his, my hands on his thighs. My eyes slide down his torso to his crotch and without a second thought, I start undoing his pants. I pop out the button and his hand over mine stalls my pulling of the zipper.
“Please,” I gasp, using my tongue to pull my lower lip in my mouth, tasting the blood. My hand that’s not covered rubs him through the fabric. I push my eyebrows together and look up at him with what I hope is an innocent face. “I need to feel you in my mouth again.”
He raises a mocking eyebrow. “You need it?”
I nod, short quick juts of my chin. I have to smother my shock when his eyes darken as they roam my face and his chest expands as he takes another deep breath. His free hand comes up to my face and he grabs my chin, tilting it up. He sits up, bringing his face closer to mine.
“You better make it worth my while,” he growls the threat. His grip releases as he shoves my head back. I try to keep a straight face, my breath quickening, partly with fear and partly with… excitement. Oh boy is this unlocking a kink I didn’t know I had.
When he sits back, his hand releases mine, and I immediately continue unzipping his pants. Then he’s free and in my hand. My core involuntarily clenches as my hand rubs him up and down, my fingers barely touching my thumb around his girth.
By the time I lean forward and take him into my mouth, he’s fully hard. His breath is measured and he leans back further into his seat, an arm coming to rest along the back of the couch. I pull him deeper into my mouth, sucking, before looking up. His eyes are still dark, but his face is passive, reserved. My hesitancy springs forward, and makes me second guess my decision to attempt this. The apathy he’s showing makes me wanna curl up and never look him in the face again.
But I close my eyes and shove that feeling down for the moment. I’ve been told that I was good at this before. I’d always been so willing because I marveled at how I could make the guy come apart. Thomus almost did last time before he stopped me.
I slide him out of my mouth, stopping to swirl my tongue around his head, before descending again. I take him as deep as I could without gagging before beginning to bob my head up and down. My hand comes up to slide along his length where my mouth can’t reach. It twists with every stroke, synchronizing with my mouth and tongue.
Normally, at least in my experience, the guy by this point is giving some physical signs that he’s enjoying what’s happening. But besides from the pre-cum I taste on my tongue, Thomus is showing none of the usual signs. Not even like he did last time. So I keep going, like it’s muscle memory.
My movements only falter when his fingers brush gently along the side of my face to tuck my hair behind my ear. I guess that means I can assume he’s still watching me at least.
This goes on for a few more minutes. I let out a small moan here and there, kinda sorta getting lost in what I’m doing. Sucking his cock does turn me on, it feels so good and dirty that I almost forget Sam and George are waiting for me as I sink further into this headspace.
“That’s enough,” he grunts. Abruptly, he’s grabbing my hair, pulling me back, and he’s out of my mouth with an audible pop as the suction releases. My eyes are wide and I pant through my mouth, catching my breath while I look up at him. “I think you were enjoying that far too much.”
I shake my head, a pout forming on my lips. “I don’t think you were enjoying that enough.”
“Excuse me?”
My fingers slide up and down his length, so wet with my saliva. “Are you really going to lie and tell me you're not enjoying this?” I murmur. I squeeze and twist my hand around his head. His jaw clenches and I catch his sharp intake of breath when his nostrils flare. “I love your cock in my mouth so much, please let me make you cum.”
I align his cock with my mouth and make a beeline for it, but have to stop when his hand is at my throat. His grip is firm and pulls me up closer to his face.
“Prove it,” he says. “Show me how much you love it.”
Breathing hard, I involuntarily swallow, my throat moving against the palm of his hand. I can’t believe I have to look him in the eyes as I do this. My hands feel around for his free hand and I pull back my shorts' waistband, sliding his fingers down my stomach and under the soft curve of my pelvis. My hand is down there with his, his fingers cool against my hot folds as I push them to slide through. Even from here I can hear how wet I sound.
His hand cups me as his fingers explore, feeling around my entrance and pressing in on my clit. My eyes flutter and my hips rock against him. I think this is when the lil slut in my head finally takes over completely. My hand is over his still, using light pressure as a way to beg for more.
But he pulls his hand out. The elastic of the waistband snaps against my stomach before his fingers are at my mouth. My lips automatically part for him as he slides his wet fingers along my tongue. He pushes in until he’s knuckle deep and I have to focus on breathing through my nose so I don’t gag.
“Su –“ he starts to say, but I’m already doing it. My tongue circles his fingers and laps up every tangy drop of myself.
“Good girl,” he continues, his voice is scratchy and hoarse. His eyes are focused on my lips around his fingers. “I suppose I can close my eyes and pretend you’re someone else. A mouth is a mouth after all.”
He releases my throat and I immediately shut away his last words, choosing to pretend he never said them. His fingers pull out of my mouth and he sits back, pushing his hips forward. I grip the base of his cock again, preparing to descend, but his fingers are at my lips again.
“I want your fingers buried in your cunt as you suck my cock,” he orders. “Keep proving to me how much you love it.”
My split second hesitation isn’t because I don’t want to do as he says, but because I have to decide where I want my dominant hand. Making myself cum or around his cock?
When I make my decision, my right hand quickly finds my pussy. I figure his cock doesn’t need my mouth and my dominant hand. I spread my knees and grab him with my left hand. My mouth starts sucking his tip when I push two fingers inside myself. They bend and hook right against my g-spot, the swell of my hand under my thumb brushing against my clit. As I pull his cock further into my mouth, my hips move and I can’t stop the moan that escapes.
“That’s it,” he pants. I continue the routine I had before he pulled me off. Only this time it’s hotter because I’m getting myself off, too. It makes me love him in my mouth even more.
Every time he descends into my mouth, my tongue swirls around him, giving special attention to the underside of his head. I quickly find the perfect rhythm between the bounce of my head and hips.
I feel almost drunk on him as my orgasm builds. My fingers are almost not enough when I have the memory of his own long digits, curling and fitting better inside me. His cock is drenched in my saliva and my mouth gets sloppy. The cut on my lip is throbbing from being stretched around him.
When all I can imagine – all I can think about or want – is his massive cock buried inside my cunt, I know it won’t take long for me to cum. My fingers move with my jerking hips, soaked with my own arousal. Instinctively edging myself because I want to cum at the same time as he does. I want to taste him.
When I look up at him, I fully expect his head to be tilted back, his eyes closed as he pictures someone else’s mouth on him. Instead I find his gaze open, watching me. His hands are fisting the seat cushions on either side of his thighs, gripping so tight his knuckles are white. He’s breathing hard and as our eyes meet, his hips start jerking upwards, as if he’s unable to stop himself from fucking my mouth.
It's so fucking hot and dirty that I suck him harder as my cunt clenches around my fingers. I start whimpering around him as my orgasm starts to break, pleasure radiating through my body while I continue to fuck my fingers. A strangled groan tears its way out of his throat and my mouth is getting filled with his hot cum. I start swallowing and shove him further in, my mouth lax as my throat repeatedly closes around his head.
A louder, deep growl sound erupts from him. “Fuck – just like that – oh, fuck,” he purrs, his voice deep, sending shivers through my body. I pull my fingers out and gently circle my clit, coming down from my high as my mouth turns to gentle sucking when his body relaxes.
He finally touches me again when he pushes at my shoulder. I release him and straighten, pulling my hand out of my shorts. I’m trying to keep my panting quiet.
Thomus grabs my wrist, the one with wrinkly, drenched fingers and pulls it closer. He flips it over and around, examining the glistening slick globs of my arousal. I watch his face anxiously. His eyebrows are pulled together, his mouth a tight distinguished frown. He’s probably experiencing that post-nut clarity again and wants nothing to do with me.
He softly clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "Look at the mess you made."
My face is already flush from the exertion, but it heats once more at his words. When he drops my wrist I immediately bring it behind my back. My mind is already at work sweeping up every thought and emotion about this experience to box it away, to trap it in a compartment in the mausoleum. I start to put distance between us, backing away so I’ll have room to stand.  
His hand shoots out, gripping where my neck meets my jaw, pulling me back towards him. My eyes widen with alarm when I see his wand pointed right at my face. My clean hand braces itself on his thigh, pushing myself back. His eyes are on my mouth and it’s where he puts the tip of his wand.
“Episky,” he murmurs, and the wound on my lip heals. Then his wand is gone and his thumbs are swiping at something wet on my cheeks and under my eyes. When had I started to cry? I’m definitely not crying now and I’m surprised he’s showing so much… care. What am I supposed to say?
Luckily, not much. He releases me and sits back, tucking himself back into his pants. I stand and he does, too. He doesn’t look at me before walking away and silently going upstairs. I breathe a sigh of relief when I hear the bathroom doors close and the shower kick on.
I hurry into the kitchen to wash my hands and then bolt out into the backyard.
“Sam?” I loudly whisper, but get no response. I run down to the creek, calling his name. When I don’t hear anything, I rush back into the house and head straight for the laundry room. The panel in the ceiling is cracked open a little. My heart drops into my stomach when I realize what must have happened.
Quickly, I climb up onto the dryer, popping my head into the attic. “Sam?”
Sam’s head pops up from behind a wall of boxes. It’s clear he’s moved them to provide more of a hiding spot as I pull myself up.
“Hiya,” he says. His pale face is flushed and although he’s got a lil smirk on his face, he’s not looking me directly in the eyes. George is still knocked out, laying on a conjured sleeping mat, the invisibility cloak covering half his body. I get down on my knees beside where Sam is sitting.
“How much did you see?” I ask, unsure if I want to know the answer. I’m already dying of embarrassment myself.
He shrugs, fiddling with his wand. “Nothing really. It only took a glance to figure out what was going on.”
I feel my face get all hot again. My jaw is sore. “Did you cast the sound muffling charm yet?”
He shakes his head and I stand, holding my palm out and mutter the incantation. A golden misty shimmer floats out of my hand and settles all around the room, putting us in a sound bubble.
“I thought they’re suppressing all of the Lots' magic with a potion,” he says, surprised. “And ye can… do it without a wand?”
“They are, but… I think I’m beginning to overpower it,” I explain. “Malfoy had to make a stronger batch for me early on, and recently it’s been starting to lose its effects on me.”
“Like ye’re becoming immune?” There’s a touch of excitement in his voice. “I’m guessing he doesna ken ye have it now.”
I shake my head. “Luckily, no. And I’d like to keep it that way for as long as possible.”
“Especially if ye can do wandless magic that’s… I doona ken I’ve ever met anyone besides Dumbledore who could do that.”
“Yeah, it’s definitely going to come in handy.” I kneel beside George again. “When are you gonna wake him up?”
“I wanted to wait until ye were here,” Sam says.
I nod and hold out my hand, conjuring a vial of the pain potion from my room. “This is a pain potion. When I took it, it knocked me out for a long time. It should help him get through the worst of it without being stunned. Do you have the Skelegrow?”
“Aye, here,” Sam says, pulling it from his pocket. “What did ye need the pain potion for?
“You don’t wanna know,” I sigh. I move around to George’s head, lifting him by the shoulders until they rested in my lap. I uncork the vial. “Okay, you can wake him up now.”
Sam points his wand to George’s chest and says, “Rennervate.” A flash of red light goes into George’s chest and his eyes immediately pop open as he gasps for breath.
“Hi, George,” I say gently. My hand caresses his cheek. “Remember me? My name’s Melisa, I’m friends with Ron. We met at Hogwarts in May?”
I can tell he’s holding back groans of pain. The part of his body I could see are jerking minutely.
“You’re safe here, okay?” I continue. “We have Skelegrow and pain potion for you. It’s going to make you feel better.”
“Where am I?” he gasps, looking to Sam.
“It’s like the lady says, you’re safe,” Sam replies. He puts his hand on George’s shoulder to hold him down.
“Did the MacDonald’s get out? And the Carmichaels?”
“Aye, they did.”
This seems to settle him a bit. “Angelina, is she still –“
“She’s still with Fleur, doona worry,” Sam says lightly. “Ye’ll turn grey before ye see her again if ye keep it up. Now drink up, lad.”
George’s tired eyes go from Sam to me and I smile, gently stroking his cheek. I take the Skelegrow from Sam and press it to his lips. He accepts it, downing half the vial. He breathes audibly as I switch out the Skelegrow with the pain potion. He drinks all of that, too. We watch as his eyes flutter closed and his breathing evens out.
Sam lets out a sigh of relief. “How long will he be out?”
“24 hours, at least,” I say as I lay George back down. "You hungry?"
“Starving, if I’m honest,” he replies.
“How does beef stew sound?”
“Fan-fuckin-tastic.” His enthusiasm makes me smile.
“He should be alright up here by himself for a bit. You can come down with me,” I say as I head for the hole in the floor, getting onto my butt to fit through legs first. “As a cat, of course.”
He chuckles. “No shit.” He crouches to shift.
“Wait, what’s your real name?” I ask.
“Caelan.”
“Oh, that’s not so bad.”
He tilts his head. “Why did ye think it’d be bad?”
“Well, you said I should keep calling you Sam when we first met,” I explain. “I figured it was because your real name was something you didn't like.”
He snorts. “No. I just didn’t trust ye yet.”
“Oh,” I say, then smile again, understanding that means he trusts me now, and turn to hop down onto the dryer. When I look back, Caelan’s white cat form is in my face, purring.
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vibraniumcollar · 1 year
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Hiddleston is a dad now mmm I wish I didn’t swallow that baby juice I should have made him 🥜 in me 🤰
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applesauceisdeli · 1 year
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😳at first,i was like: 😩mmm,✨Tom Hiddleston✨as a joke.😲
but bro....i don't think it's a joke anymore😱
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I was talking to my sister about my Sherlock obsession and how it grew into a general Benedict Cumberbatch obsession and this happened:
"Have you had your Tom Hiddleston obsession yet?"
"Uhm yeah, how- why'd you ask?"
"Mmm I had them in the opposite way, first Benedict then Tom."
Like I know I'm going through some of the same stuff that she was into but oml.
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the19thduckpotato · 3 years
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my favorite Marvel boy’s new show just dropped
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baileybooradly · 6 years
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May I join le band wagon? ~
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burberrybaby · 2 years
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just created this absolute gem 😩
tom hiddleston behind the scenes clip from the first thor movie
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cherrry-bombs · 3 years
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lemme just give y’all this:
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Y’all have one of those seasonal celebrity crushes? The feelings come and go once every blue moon types?
It’s all calm and quiet until they suddenly come back into your life and make you wonder why you stopped adoring them?
For me, that crush is Tom Hiddleston!
I mean I distinctly remember falling for the man when The Night Manager came out, then later it was back during the Thor Ragnarok & Skull Island, then there was a lull & now it’s back with Loki series.
I mean, I have immense respect for the man for the kind of movies & plays he’s done, he’s a phenomenal performer. But horny thoughts and feels hit me like a train every single time & I welcome them with open arms & legs.
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This was my ted talk for the day, thank you for listening. I shall now go and make up scenarios in my head for some Hiddles fanfiction.
Any ideas?
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I’m currently watching The Night Manager for the first time and maybe it’s because I haven’t heard it in a while but Tom Hiddleston’s voice...yeah <3
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adriennestar · 5 years
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Loki's butt chains
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Person: Why did Loki have butt chains? Seriously! Why butt chains?!
Me an intellectual: "Allow me to explain"
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Those Snake Hips could definitely kill somebody 😉
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archiveofolives · 6 years
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can i just say???
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HERE'S THE TEMPLATE IF ANYONE WANTS THIS BAD IDEA
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