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the--sad--hatter · 4 years

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Red - One-Shot (Loki x Reader)

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Warnings: Injury, blood, moral compass shifting.

Summary: When the cost of being a hero is too high, what will become of you? And when you’re on the precipice of change, who’s the person who helps you?

Scores of hero’s had battled him before you had your turn, and it was only luck that placed you in his path when he was already exhausted. Or maybe it wasn’t luck at all.

Maybe it was fate.

Whatever it was, it was the crucible in which your downfall was contained. You might have been an Avenger, a fighter, a hero, but you were not equipped to fight a god and survive, let alone win. But he was already weakened by the Widows bite, his ribs bruised by the Captains Shield, his energy depleted by the witches power, his flesh scorched by Iron Man’s repulsors, his spirit sapped by his brothers ego. He had been battled into near submission and when you drove your dagger into his chest, he could not stop it. The blade pierced his skin, sliding between his ribs with ease, and crimson blood poured from the wound you had inflicted, spilling over your hand.

His blood was cold, dripping down your wrist like icy water and coating your hand like a scarlet glove.

You both moved in tandem, looking down at the dagger, each as equally shocked as the other. Your breath crystallised in the cold air as you gasped, heart hammering in your chest. It was in the moment you realised you may have slain Loki, that you realised you really didn’t want to. Fear gripped your heart, squeezing until it hurt so much that you couldn’t breathe.

Had you just killed someone, killed the god of Mischief?

“You missed.” He whispered, his voice filled with sympathy.

You’d just stabbed him, and he was showing you sympathy? You dragged your eyes away from the terrible wound you’d inflicted, from your fingers wrapped around the handle of the blade sticking out of his chest. His words settled over the fog around your mind and seeped through it, until they made some kind of sense.

“I missed?” You repeated hopefully, pleading with your eyes.

His face softened exponentially as he gave you a small and fleeting smile.

“Yes. You did not pierce my heart with your dagger.” He clarified, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and very carefully pulling your hand away until you released your grip on the fateful blade.

You let him manoeuvre your shaking hand away, trying and failing to swallow down the whimper in your throat as blood continued to pulse out the edges of his wound.

“Wait! No! Stop!” You yelped as he grasped the handle, stalling him before he could pull it out.

“I must remove it so my body can begin to heal it.” He sighed, his already pale skin growing paler by the second.

Right, Asgardian, or something. Not human. He probably wouldn’t bleed to death if he removed it, hopefully. You ignored the incessant buzzing in your ears, vaguely familiar voices demanding information, begging for assurances of your safety. All your attention was reserved for Loki, and for what you had done to him. He yanked the blade out in one swift movement, before you had a chance to prepare for it. Crimson liquid welled up in the gash left behind, streaming out of it in an alarming stream, and your hands moved of their own accord, twisting to press against the wound in a fruitless attempt to keep any more of his blood from spilling out. His blood was, quite literally, on your hands.

What the hell had you done?

You had trained for this, every day for months. You had been trained to be a hero by the best of them, but you hadn’t prepared yourself for what it meant to be a killer. Adrenaline and training had pushed you forward in your task, and only when the blade had sunk deep and it was too late, did you realise what your task really was.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You whimpered, choking on the fucking useless apology. “Please don’t die. I don’t want you to die.”

“You don’t want me to die, or you don’t want to be my killer?” He chuckled weakly, devoid of humour and dripping with weariness.

But even as he had asked the harsh but fair question, his hand cupped your cheek, gently lifting your face until you met his eyes. There was absolutely no anger in his gaze, none. No rage, no hate, no disdain. Just exhaustion, pain, and sympathy.

“I don’t want you to die.” You admitted.

You didn’t want to kill him, you didn’t want to kill anyone, you knew that now. But more than that, you didn’t like that he was hurt, and you couldn’t bear to see him injured any further. He was supposed to be the villain here, but he was the one comforting his attempted assassin, and the hero’s were the one ‘s who had put the knife in your hand and told you where to strike.

Good and bad weren’t simple concepts right now, they weren’t black and white. They were just red, blood red.

“In that, we have common ground. I would prefer to survive this as well.” He sassed, and against all odd you found a laugh bubbling out of your chest.

“There, that’s much better.” He crowed softly, tracing the edge of your smile with his thumb.

“Why? I hurt you. I…” You whispered against his fingertips.

“You’re not like the others, you’re not like anyone. Of all those who have hurt me, and there have been many, you are the first to show any kind of remorse. Strong enough to stab a god, and kind enough to cry for him.” He explained. “You are not like them.”

Your heart had been hanging on by a flimsy thread, but his admittance obliterated it. You could feel the fissure’s running through it, feel it tremble in your chest, and just as it was about to crumble into dust, he wrapped his arm around your waist and strode forwards, leading you with him in some kind of tragic waltz across the battlefield. Darkness fell over the two of you as he backed you into the shadows of a nearby building, pressing you further into the darkness as the sky shook and the familiar figure of Thor fell from the clouds and landed on the concrete.

Loki’s arms fell away from you and he stepped to the side, letting you see what he’d left behind. You, held aloft in his grip, eyes filled with fear. An illusion, meant for Thor.

“LOKI!” Thor bellowed. “Unhand her, and face me brother!”

“Step out of the shadows, show him you are quite safe.” Loki, the real Loki whispered.

An offer, not a challenge. One you didn’t understand the point of.

“Or?” You asked.

“Let The Avengers watch you burn into ash at my hand, and escape them and the life you so clearly do not want.”

He was offering to kill you. To have your team watch you die. A cruel offer, a dark one, but…

You didn’t want this life, he was right. And you never really had, you had only gone along with everybody else’s plans for you. You had let Earth’s Mightiest Hero’s mould you, twist you into one of them, suit you up as an Avenger, never once really telling you what that might mean. What it might cost you.

Cruel, Dark, and Justified.

“Kill me.” You hissed decisively.

They would suffer, but they would survive. You weren’t close to them, not really. There would be some guilt, a little anger, and then they would move on. They would be more affected by having lost something to Loki, than actually having lost you. So you didn’t feel a shred of guilt as illusory flames roared to life over your doppelgänger.

Thor’s roar was all rage, and not pain. His eyes were fixed upon the fake Loki, and not the smouldering remains of what he believed to be you. Loki’s illusion moved in tandem with him, both conjuring a glowing blue cube from nowhere. In the distance you saw the rest of The Avengers converge upon the scene, and you turned your back on them, concerning yourself with the only thing that mattered anymore.

“Take me away.” You begged, ripping the jacket of your super suit off and pressing it to Loki’s wound.

The hero was dead, long live whatever the hell you were going to become now.

“Come. Freedom awaits us.” Loki whispered in your ear, wrapping his arm around you once again as the world bled into blue.

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villainousshakespeare · 3 years

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Putting it Back Together Chapter 4

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Adam/OFC

Rated M (will probably change to E) - Grief, angst, eventual smut, mention of characters dead before the start of the story, blood, slow burn, touch starved

Summary: Since the death of his beloved Eve, Adam had been barely living, only alive due to a promise he made to her. Then one night he meets his new neighbor, a woman dealing with grief of her own. Will they help each other heal or drive each other crazy?

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This had not been part of his plan, Adam thought as he switched on a lamp and cringed at the disaster that was his livingroom. Instruments and musical equipment were strewn all over the place, wires and amps just waiting to trip the unwary or uncoordinated. Which, by everything he had observed so far, definitely included his companion.

"Sorry for the mess," he mumbled, clearing a path to the sofa with his foot.

"Don't be," Lilly smiled, looking around with avid interest. "It's exactly how I envisioned it!"

"Great," Adam rolled his eyes.

"Not that I've been envisioning it," she blurted out, face turning scarlet. "I just meant... well, if I thought about it at all, which I only did because I could hear you so clearly over here... and what with all the clattering around..."

"You expected it to be a wreck," he finished for her as he swept a collection of books off of the ancient sofa and onto the floor.

"It's cozy," she said lamely.

"If you say so. Sorry I don't have anything to offer you except water to drink. I don't entertain. Ever."

"Water would be perfect," she smiled encouragingly at him, as though he were a toddler displaying acceptable manners in company.

Which, he supposed, was about right. Fuck, he wasn't even sure if the water here was potable. He had never drank any of it, of course. He only used the kitchen sink to wash the cordial glasses from which he drank his blood. Fetching a slightly larger cup that he had found in the cupboard when he moved in and giving it a quick clean, Adam let the water run for a few minutes to help clear out the pipes. It didn't look too contaminated; he hoped he was not about to poison her.

"Here," he walked back to the livingroom and thrust the glass into her hand. "No ice, freezer doesn't work."

"I'd say you should call the super, but I guess that doesn't work if you're the owner."

"It doesn't really bother me," he replied with a shrug. "I'll fix it myself eventually."

"After all, you don't have guests," she said impishly.

"Right."

"Perfectly drinkable," she judged after taking a sip from the cup.

"Good. Now, let me see if I can find that tape player."

That was what she was doing here, after all. Why his invitation had popped out he could not fathom, much less how he had ended up bringing her back here that very night. At least this way he could limit the time he spent with her, he supposed. It was already two in the morning; not long until the sun began to approach the horizon and he would be forced to show her the door whether he wanted to or not.

Glancing over to where she lounged on his sofa, he was not so sure what the decision would be on that one. Her legs, stretched out on the cushion, were quite shapely despite her petite stature, and the red top just invited one to run their hands over it to feel the silky material and the lush curves underneath. And then, of course, there was her neck, long and white and begging to be bitten.

Adam swallowed and turned away. He could not help but think of the last time he had had a mortal in his home, though it had not been this one. Ian, his supplier of instruments and all around procurer had been almost a friend, if a zombie could ever be thought so. He was sweet and harmless, and Adam had a genuine affection for him in a distant sort of way. It had been a horrid shock to walk into the room one night after sun set and see the young man sitting lifeless on the couch, blood drained from his body and drying on the face of Ava, Eve's feral sister.

Adam had always hated Ava, and that night had been the last straw. It was also the beginning of the end to life as he knew it. Within hours he had tossed her out on her skinny ass, disposed of poor Ian's body, and was on a flight with Eve to Tangier, where she was destined to drink tainted blood and die. All because Ava had sucked Ian dry. All the more reason to hate his late wife's bitch of a sister.

Still, looking at Lilly stretching herself out, he could understand a little better how Ian had come to die. Ava had whined to them about how cute he had been, how she couldn't resist. At the time he had scorned such a thing as a pathetic lack of self control. He still did to a large extent, but at last he knew the urge. Not just the urge to feed, an impulse they all shared, but an urge to take a human in such an intimate embrace. When Eve was alive it would never have occurred to him, he had had her for such connections, he needed no one else. Now though, alone and untouched for years, he longed to feel Lilly's smooth skin against his mouth, to hear her gasp and sigh as he ran his lips over her neck.

Not that he would ever drain her, of course. He was not such a monster. He would not even drink from her. To do so would expose his true nature, and that would mean relocating again, as well as putting her life in danger.

No, he would do her this one favor, and then he would return to seclusion. He would make sure that he left through the basement when absolutely necessary so that she did not hear him, would otherwise stay inside so that their paths would cease to cross. It would be better for them both.

"Here it is," he mumbled with satisfaction. "Give me a moment to set it up."

"Take your time," she said happily.

Glancing over, Adam saw that she had given up lounging and was now coiling up all of guitar cables into neat rounds. He had to admit that she did a good job - they were neither too tight so as to damage the wires nor too loose so as to unravel as soon as she walked away. With a shrug of his shoulders he allowed her to continue. The cables could use sorting, and he was certainly not inclined to the task.

"Sorry," she said with a blush as she caught him staring. "I warned you, I fidget. I seem to always need something to do with my hands."

He could think of several things she could do to keep her hands busy, he thought. God, what was wrong with him? Was he really so touch starved?

"Where's the tape?" he finally asked

She leapt up from where she had been sitting, breasts bouncing as she did, and almost reverently handed him the box containing her Grandmother's recordings. Adam turned back around, discreetly adjusting himself as he did. He carefully placed the spool in his machine, grateful for something to occupy him until he got himself under control.

After a short series of clicks and static while the tape began to unreel, a scratchy blare of a trumpet began to waft through the air, soon joined by a piano and soft brushes on drums. Adam was taken back to a different era. A time when he had circulated more among the general population of humans. Women wore dresses and hats, men suits and ties, and a sophisticated style permeated the music scene. He had forgotten how much he enjoyed that era, the end of the 40s and beginning of the 50s. Between his excitement at the recent technological advances and his nostalgia for the old days of the height of classical composition, Adam sometimes forgot the joy and sorrow, the feeling that jazz could evoke.

When the voice, low, smooth, and heavy with emotion, slid in like honey, he looked instinctively to Lilly. Her mouth was open, shaped with a hint of smile at the corners. Her eyes blinked quickly, struggling he was sure to hold back tears. This would be the first time, he supposed, that he had heard her Grandmother sing since she had died. Even without the connection to the woman, Adam himself was moved by the song. He was struck by how strong Lilly was being, listening and holding back her tears.

Moving one step towards her, Adam opened his arms. With a catch of indrawn breath Lilly took two steps of her own and for the second time buried her face against his chest. It was so different thought, he thought as his arms came around her. That first night on the roof, she had been some annoying zombie woman, pushing herself in where she was not wanted. Her blubbering all over him had been almost violent in the way she sobbed and clutched at him. Now, she simply melted against him, and he gently stroked her back as he rested his chin on the top of her head.

The song ended and another began, this one he remembered. It had been a huge hit, still was sung every so often, covered by lesser vocalists. Lilly's Grandmother was not one of those. She was a true artist.

"There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he turns out to be Someone to watch over me..."

As the music continued, Adam found himself swaying to it, bringing Lilly along with him. She was stiff at first in his arms when he began to dance with her, but when she realized what he was doing she relaxed and allowed herself to feel the rhythm. She would never be a natural dancer, and she was clearly still in her head, but there was something sweet about that. She tried so hard at everything. Tried to be strong, tried to keep busy, tried to learn, tried to be happy.

When was the last time he had been happy, Adam wondered. When was the last time he had even tried? Not since Eve, certainly. Before that, he was unsure. There were moments, of course, even at the end with her when he had been so. He loved her with an enduring passion. But he had been going through the motions for decades, shutting himself off from the world around him. Ian had been practically his only connection to it.

Pulling back a bit, he spun Lilly about and half smiled at her. It felt strange to smile even that much. Muscles he had not used in forever only half remembered how to work. He had always had a brooding nature, but of late it had become harsh even for him.

They kept dancing until the tape ended, adjusting to the tempo and style of each song. It felt so good to lose himself in someone else's music for a change. To hold someone, to connect with someone. She was right, what she had said earlier that night. Music required no discussion, no messy dialogue. You could just feel it, let it move through you. And where there was someone else there, someone who even if not a musician herself clearly had an ear and more to the point a soul for it, to share it with it could be a profound experience.

When at last the song ended, Adam and Lilly's eyes met and something deeper than a smile passed between them. It was sad and joyful and required no words. They both collapsed on the sofa, Adam pulling her into the crook of his arm as he sat sprawled and tired. Lilly's legs were curled under her and she rested her head against his chest. He could feel the rise and fall of breathing, fast at first from the exertion of dancing, begin to slow. It was some time later that he realized she had fallen asleep on him.

How strange, he thought, that she should be so comfortable with him that she could so easily drift off. He had perfected the art of scaring people off, and yet this tiny woman had tenaciously refused to be run off. She seemed to trust him, even, had shared something deeply personal with him.

The sun would be up soon. He should wake her, he knew. Yet, looking at how peaceful she looked he could not bring himself to do so. Gently, Adam slid out from beneath her, lowering her head down onto a convenient throw pillow. He foraged about until he found a blanket on an armchair and draped it over her, tucking her in. Lilly sighed and burrowed deeper into the sofa, a light sigh escaping her lips.

Taking one last look, he made sure the curtains were drawn, turned off the light, and headed to his bedroom. Things would go back to normal tomorrow; they had too. But let them both sleep peacefully today.

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Lilly scrunched her eyes and stretched a bit, trying to wriggle away from a hard lump she could feel under her left side. What had she left on her bed that was poking into her with such insistency. Feeling under her blindly, she pulled out something long and wooden. A drumstick? How on earth had that ended up in her bed? And why did the mattress feel like velvet?

As she emerged from the fog of sleep, Lilly came to the sudden realization that she was not, in fact, in her own bed.

Sitting up, she felt a smile cross her face that was lit from within. Last night had been a good night. She had reconnected with some old friends, and maybe even made a new one. Twenty-four hours ago Lilly would have thought the possibility of a friendship with Adam a fantasy at best, delusion more likely. And yet he had approached her, he had accepted her invitation to the club, and he had issued an invitation of his own that led her back to his apartment.

Oh, not that Lilly was crazy enough to think that he meant anything more by it than friendship. She was not the type of woman that brooding musicians stayed up composing love songs for. She was the type who hounded them with her insistent chirping until they finally relented and occasionally allowed them inside, like the mangy cat you gave milk to once who would forever after haunted your door. She was fine with that, she told herself. He had been a friend when she needed one, lending her an arm to dance with and a shoulder to lean on when she needed it most.

He had also, it seemed from the blanket draped around her, tucked her in. Her grin widened. Despite how hard he tried to cultivate his grumpy persona, Adam had could not hide the sweet kindness in his nature from her any longer. She had felt it as he had held her last night, and later when they danced.

That had been something she would not soon forget. Lilly was too tense as a rule to be graceful, but Adam was such a strong leader that she had stopped worrying about his poor toes and let herself simply enjoy. His body had been a continuation of the music, feeling it to the tips of his fingers and the ends of his hair it seemed. All loose and yet firm where his hand lay on her back, he had guided her flawlessly, swaying to the sound.

All in all, it had been a far better send off for her grandmother than the stuffy funeral planned by her father. The old woman would have enjoyed last night, Lilly knew, and she would have enjoyed Adam. Beyond the shared love of music, his sharp tongue and kind heart would have been just to her liking.

Not wanting to send her mind down fruitless paths, Lilly stood up to get a better look at the room. It really was exactly how she had imagined it, if not more so. Every flat surface from the floor to the mismatched furniture was covered in instruments, sound equipment, mechanisms for which she had no names, and the odd notebook or staff paper. Three of the walls were covered in sound proofing foam, the third in an odd collection of portraits. Looking at them, Lilly found scientists, authors, artists, philosophers, all sorts of creative and intellectual types. She made a game of naming them all, only coming up blank on two (although three more were guesses), and trying to decipher meaning from who was present and who absent. Somewhere in there, she was sure, was the secret to his mind's inner working.

Part way through her perusal, Lilly realized that nature was calling. Assuming the layout to his home was similar to hers, she made her way as quietly as she could up the creaky staircase. Once at the top, she was greeted with a long hallway, three doors on each side.

The first door she tried opened into a room dominated by a large drum kit. Scattered about around it were a music store's worth of other percussive instruments. Some day, she thought, she would like to come back and play in here, to see if she could bang out some of her inner frustration. It must be as good as therapy in some ways!

As she opened the second door an avalanche of what she thought were rugs or tapestries of some sort threatened to come spilling out and bury her. She quickly leaned all of her weight against it to close it shut again, hoping she hadn't disturbed anything expensive and moved on to the third door.

Lilly forgot how to breath as she opened it. There, spread out on a large bed covered in pillows, lay Adam, completely naked.

Lilly knew she needed to quickly exit, closing the door behind her, but she could not seem to make her limbs obey her. If Michelangelo had wanted a model for his David, he could have used him, she thought. Adam lay on his stomach, face buried in a pillow. While this luckily or unfortunately (she could not decide) preserved some of his modesty, there was still quite a bit on display to appreciate.

Broad, well muscled shoulders and back gleamed pale, contrasting against the dark of his hair where it fell. His waist segued gorgeously into a pair of slender hips and - dear lord, there should be a law! - a perfectly firm and round ass that Lilly would have given her right hand to squeeze. Long, lean legs seemed to go on for days, and actually fell off the bed before reaching his gigantic feet. A mischievous part of Lilly felt the urge to reach out and tickle them, and she actively clasped her hands behind her back to keep from acting on this awful impulse.

Had she really tried to convince herself, just moments before, that she was perfectly happy to just be his friend? If so, she had been deluding herself. Oh, she would take what she could get, but Lilly knew in that moment that she would go to her grave ruined for anyone else.

As she stood staring unabashedly at him, Adam mumbled something incomprehensible into the pillow. Lilly started to make for the door, but his head turned towards her and she realized he was still asleep. Cautiously, she lingered a moment longer, watching as he reached out to the other side of the bed, as though searching for something not there.

"Eve," he said, clearly this time. "Baby, I miss you."

Someone had reached into Lilly's chest and crushed her heart between their fist.

She had no idea why it had never occurred to her that he might have a lover, or even a wife. He was beyond gorgeous, brilliantly talented, and obviously had money. Anyone would want him. Why should she assume that just because there was no woman here at this moment he was single?

And yet, clearly, she had. The raw emotion in his voice, the need as he called the woman's name had been all it took to destroy her heart.

Following the direction he was facing, Lilly realized that in this room of dirty laundry and bedding, one picture stood out like a beacon. Placed on the table next to the bed where it could clearly be seen was a photo of Adam and a woman of ethereal beauty. She was not "pretty" in a conventional way, but had something far beyond that. Almost as tall as he was, and perhaps even paler, she was stunning in a cream colored suite with yellow gold hair. Adam had his arms twined around her center, and looked at her with such love in his eyes that it was unmistakable.

Forgetting her need for the bathroom, Lilly bolted out of the room and down the stairs. She needed to get out of here. Away from the perfect man who she was afraid she had already fallen for and the perfect woman who was clearly everything Lilly was not. Including it now became clear, the one that Adam wanted.

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fangirlcenteral · 4 years

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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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lougirlism · 3 years

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pls lord let me see hiddles at the tony awards and appreciate his very beautiful face and very beautiful self in a very beautiful suit next sunday in the red carpet and winning his nomination 🙏

#amen #tom hiddleston

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mostly-marvel-musings · 2 years

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For the thirsty thoughts..... I've a kink with Tony tucking the reader with his Iron Man suit on....

Tony adds a special d*** in his suit to fuck the reader!!!....

Can you write a drabble on this?

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: suit kink, smut!

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You were floating.

A warm buzz drifting along your naked body as your breathing returned to normal slowly. Like a well-rehearsed reaction, you whined when Tony's cock exited your still-fluttering pussy.

"Hang on babe. You think you can give me one more?” Tony’s hot breath was against your neck, his voice so soft and pleading, you couldn’t have possibly refused.

Your eyes were still shut as you heard him fuss around, the familiar clinks of his suit reached your ears before you felt the cold, metal press against your inner thigh.

“Is it your—”

“Still me, only…Iron Man me. What do you think?”

He brushed the tip of his suit-clad length against your folds slowly, causing a shiver of excitement to run down your spine.

When you merely hummed in agreement, he leaned over once more and traced the shell of your ear with his tongue, running his deft fingers down your sides.

“Come on (Y/N), I know you can take me.”

You hooking your ankles behind his hips was all the confirmation he needed as he pushed in achingly slowly, filling you up once more. Only this time, it felt entirely different and yet so similar.

The cool metal warmed as it entered your pussy, stretching your walls like never before, leaving a faint stinging in their wake. Your fingernails dug into the skin of his forearms as he filled you, leaving crescent red marks while you bit back a moan.

“My good girl. Look at you..”

Tony praised, grunting as he bottomed out, staring at your body in equal parts of awe and love. The burn felt alien but welcome, settling as quickly as it begun. Your silent eyes pleading for him to move lasted only a moment before he obeyed.

I just—suit kink. I did it.

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tomhiddleslove · 2 years

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Tom Hiddleston at the 2021 People's Choice Awards held at Barker Hangar on December 07, 2021 in Santa Monica, California. He won The Male TV Star of 2021 award for 'Loki'.

#Tom Hiddleston #dwyane johnson #Zawe Ashton #Peoples Choice Awards 2021 #TMale TV Star of 2021 award winner #loki #hiddles #twhiddleston #Barker Hangar #Santa Monica #California #December 07 #hiddles 2021 #red carpet #on stage #hiddles suit #hiddles smile

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marvelgirl7 · 4 years

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Nomad Beard

For my first drabble with the @the-ce-horniest-book-club I give you a very smutty one ;)

Warnings: Smut, Oral, Beard Burn 18+ ONLY

Parings: Steve Rogers X You

When The accords were set in motion you chose your side with Steve. Going on the run and living in different places was hard at first but you would Follow Steven Grant Rogers to the ends of the world.

Steve was becoming different in ways, his suit was fading and not the shiny red, white, and blue it used to be. He had become more serious you noticed in his eyes.

But the one thing that had changed was this lovely addition on his face. This beautiful beard. You would stare at it from time to time. Nat would snicker at you and Sam would roll his eyes. You were simply captivated by that beard.

"If there are no more questions our briefing is done," Steve announces as you were lost daydreaming about that beard.

"Hey, the meeting is done." You look up at those stormy blue eyes of Steve you blush and nod as Steve gently grabs your arm.

"You've been staring at me a lot lately is there something wrong with my face? Is it the beard?"

Shocked and embarrassed you look at Steve.

"Ah... Well, its the beard but because... It looks sexy on you." You whisper but Steve's super-soldier hearing picked it up he smirks as he studies your cute red cheeks.

"Really? Well... Want to take my beard for a ride?"

You choke staring at him as Steve leans down his lips brushing yours.

"What do you say?" You nod your head.

"Fuck yes." You mumble as Steve smirks placing you on the table. His hands trail down your body.

"Language sweety." You blush deeply as Steve slowly takes your pants off. His fingers run through the silk panties he chuckles.

"Oh were you hoping for this Sweety?" Steve brushes his fingers at your core as he pulls them down. His eyes twinkle as he stares at you.

"I can't wait to feel you between my face." You gasp as Steve pulls you to the end as he gets on his knees.

His nose brushes your core as he buries his face, his beard hits your thighs and everywhere as you cry out as that tongue swirls around you.

"Oh, Fuck Steve!" You tangle your fingers in his hair as Steve devours you.

His beard rubbing your clit driving you nuts Steve looks up at, his beard glistening as he smirks.

“I want you to cum on my Beard.”

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yespolkadotkitty · 4 years

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Undone

So I saw this gif and, well, my hand slipped.

You opened your eyes, stirring at the sound of the door to the hotel suite closing. Kal sat up from his position at your feet, ears immediately alert. He jumped to the floor and issued his, by now, recognisable Henry bark, disappearing.

Stretching, languidly, you yawned and glanced at the clock. It was after midnight. Henry had been to a movie premiere. Sometimes, you went with him, but you’d had a lot of work on recently and you hadn’t been able to find the energy to get dolled up and walk the red carpet. Henry had offered to stay with you, but you’d rather he didn’t let a friend down, especially as you’d already flown over here.

He called your name from the little seating area and you heard the clink of him chucking his keys on the table, the thunk of boots coming off, the muttering as he greeted Kal.

“Sweetheart?”

You sat up in bed, letting the sheets pool around your waist. You were naked, and when Henry appeared in the doorway, you saw his blue, blue eyes go hot at the sight of all that skin on show. He leaned against the doorjamb, bow tie undone and laying on his crisp white shirt, midnight black tuxedo jacket casually open. His hair was ruffled from the evening’s exertions.

“How was the film?” you asked.

A quicksilver grin crossed his face. “It would have been far easier to pay attention if some little minx hadn’t texted me naughty pictures halfway through.”

You bite your lip to hold back a laugh. “I wonder who that could have been.” You imagined him feeling a text come through, checking his phone, smiling at seeing your name. Then a very different reaction when he sees what you’ve sent.

“I think we both know what’s going to happen to you now,” Henry said, his voice dropping an octave, giving his tone a very Geralt feel. You liked that. He slid the bow tie from around his neck and held it out. “Hands, sweetheart.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Kal settle down at the other end of the suite, tail thumping lazily, happy to have both his humans nearby again.

You held out both hands obediently and Henry tied your wrists together with the silky material of the tux’s bow tie. You lay back, hands above your head.

“Well,” you smiled, “look at me.”

“Look at you,” he agreed, his voice a bit raspy, gaze lingering on your naked form.”

“Quite helpless,” you added coyly.

He chuckled, because you were anything but. You could easily have broken the bonds, but you chose not to. Chose to play the game, to submit.

Henry shrugged off his suit jacket and let it fall to the floor. You watched him lazily in the low lamplight from the suite’s seating area. The glow from it kissed his face of planes and angles, highlighted the play of muscle under his white dress shirt.

He was unspeakably gorgeous.

Your mouth watered as he undid one button at a time and you clenched your hands into fists, wanting to touch the dark hair curling on his chest.

“C’mere,” you pleaded.

Henry let the shirt fall from his shoulders. “Do you know how long the second half of the film felt, knowing you were here, naked, waiting for me?”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh.

“It was interminable.”

You did laugh then, and apparently that broke Henry’s patience, because he ended the striptease and quickly divested himself of trousers, underwear and socks, and you had a second to admire the lean, hard lines of his frankly, shit-hot body, before he lay down on top of you, fitting himself perfectly between your legs.

You spread them automatically, sighing in bliss when he lined himself up right there where you needed him-

And then he sat up and smiled at you.

“You cannot be serious,” you moaned.

“Oh sweetheart, I am.” He lay down again, and you tensed in anticipation, but he only lavished butterfly kisses on your stomach, your hips, and the inside of each of your thighs, kissing every single place but where you were wet for him. “I-” he nipped at your inner thigh “had-” then his mouth ghosted over your clit “to wait-” and then he hovered just out of reach “hours.”

“Oh, God,” you groaned, regretting your naughty little texts. Your internal muscles clenched desperately.

“Fortunately,” he continued in that sinful baritone, “I’m in a generous mood.” And he put that clever tongue to good work, drawing the little circles on your clit that drove you to the brink of madness. You bucked against his face as he held your thighs still, feasting on you. You watched his thick, curly thatch of hair, wanting to touch it, but also wanting to trust him. He’d tied you up, after all, he wanted to play this game, and you wanted to let him.

He curled his tongue in just the right way, once, then twice, and your orgasm shot through you like the brightest of fireworks. You sobbed his name as he stroked you through the aftershocks, then he finally, finally, laid his body over yours. You hooked your legs around his hips, anchoring him to you.

“No escape,” you threatened.

But he only laughed, kissing you, and you tasted yourself on his lips. “Because obviously, all I want is to escape my soft, naked wife.”

You smiled against his mouth, sighing his name in the way he loved as he positioned himself, and slid into you, slowly, slowly, until he was sheathed to the hilt. His soft “fuck, sweetheart” was music to your ears and you broke the bow tie bond to hold him close to you, one hand around his neck and the other sunk deep into his tangle of dark curls.

He thrust into you lazily at first, then faster as he built a good rhythm. Never one to not pull your weight, you lifted your hips to meet his eager thrusts, both of you gasping at the peaking pleasure.

You wanted his hands on your breasts so you took control, rolling your bodies so you sat astride him. The angle pushed him deeper into you, hitting that spot, and you grabbed his hands, filling them with your breasts as he pounded into you, his head thrown back, neck arched, and you looked at his closed eyes and the hard line of his mouth as he neared orgasm, and you had never seen a more beautiful man in your life.

He groaned your name just as you started to convulse around him, and you came together, Henry’s hands gripping your hips hard enough to the leave indentations, and you loved that feeling, the knowing that you were his, and he was yours, and you could weather anything, as long as you were together.

You slid bonelessly down on top of Henry, using his chest as a pillow, one hand lazily stroking his chest hair.

“You like it when I send you dirty texts, then?” you asked, a bit shyly.

Henry huffed, but you heard the smile in his voice when he replied, “Don’t make a habit of it. Have you ever tried to watch a serious, arty film entirely in Swedish, with a hard on?”

You laughed, and he laughed with you, and then he drew the sheet up over you both. The last thing you knew was Kal leaping up to join you on the bed, before the sound of Henry’s heartbeat under your ear lulled you to sleep.

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jobean12-blog · 3 years

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Worth the Wait

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 862

Summary: You and Bucky get interrupted when you have to leave for a mission but you make sure he knows how ready you are for more fun afterwards.

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and the hot prompt below from @sergeant-bonky Hope you enjoy this! I really had fun writing it! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: teasing, flirting, dirty talk, oral (male rec), smut (18 + only please)

Bucky’s metal hand closes around your neck as the other dips between your legs, “we’re gonna be late doll.” You grab his wrist and push his hand down into your pants. His metal fingers around your neck squeeze a little tighter and you gasp, rocking your hips against his other hand. He delicately rubs you over the fabric of your underwear, his movements slow and torturous.

Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth he gently nips on the soft flesh before caressing it with his tongue and pushing your underwear to the side. Your fingers fumble with the button of his pants as you push your hips harder into his hand, desperate for his touch. Just when you get his pants undone there’s a loud knock on the door, Steve’s frustrated voice loud and clear, “let’s go you two. The quinjet is ready!”

You groan into Bucky’s chest, releasing him before yelling, “coming right out, just have to use the bathroom!” Giving Bucky a wink you leave him standing there breathing heavily and make your way down the hall. When you come out of the bathroom he’s holding the door open and waiting for you.

Steve is standing by the open door of the quinjet, his arms crossed over his chest while he taps his foot, “took you long enough.” You smile sweetly and walk up the ramp, Bucky hot on your heels. Once you’re inside you grab his arm and pull him to the side, covering your body with his. Opening his fingers, you carefully shove your underwear into his hand and close it, smirking when he realizes what it is.

“They were soaked anyway.” His knuckles are white from how hard he’s gripping the delicate fabric and you lean up to his ear, “now when we get to the safehouse there will be less for you to take off.” His response is little more than a husky growl and you don’t let up. “The first thing I’m going to do is get my hands on that beautiful cock, then my mouth, then go for a ride…”

You trail off, your voice raspy and barely above a whisper as you kiss his cheek and walk to your seat. Bucky stands there a moment, clearly trying to compose himself and when he turns your way you nearly moan at the predatory look in his eyes. Steve’s voice cuts through your lewd thoughts and you snap your eyes up to his, hoping you look interested.

The mission goes as planned and you and Bucky reach the safehouse before the sun sets. Bucky opens the door with such force it almost comes off the hinges, “get over here baby girl. Now.” You drop your bag and saunter over, reaching behind him to shut the door. Before he has a chance to say more you undo his pants and peel them down his thighs.

“You’re so hard Buck. Have you been like this the whole mission?” Your hand rubs over his length, fingers circling the tip to collect the pre cum while you wait for his answer. “You know I have been,” he says dangerously, ghosting his fingers over the back of your suit. You pump your hand over his silky skin and brush your lips to his, swallowing the beautiful sounds he makes.

You break away and kneel, smoothing your hands over the thick muscles in his thighs before taking the head of his cock in your mouth, “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Licking and sucking over the tip you hollow your cheeks and take him fully into your mouth. His metal hand curls into your hair and pushes until you’re gagging on his cock, “fuck baby doll.”

Swirling your tongue, you suck from the base to the tip, popping him out of your mouth before standing and removing your pants. Neither of you bother with any more clothing, the need for each other far too great and you pull him toward the small couch, pushing him down to sit. Straddling him you rub your wetness over his cock, teasing him before you sink down, every inch of him stretching you so good.

A strangled cry leaves your parted lips when he grabs your waist and slams you down harder, his low grunts filling the room. He pounds into you, looking down between your bodies to watch his cock disappear inside you over and over. “Is this what you wanted baby girl? Wanted me to fuck you hard?” You can barely get the word “yes,” out, Bucky’s name leaving your lips like a prayer as your nails dig into his shoulders.

Your pussy starts to clench around him and his movements falter, the feeling nearly driving him over the edge. “I want you to cum baby, let me feel you.” You kiss him hard, letting your orgasm wash over you in a red-hot wave and ride him until you feel his hot cum fill you up. “Fuck, Bucky.” You slump forward into his shoulder, gasping when he flips you onto your back and pulls out. “We’re just getting started,” he purrs against the shell of your ear, “my turn for a taste.”

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kneamet · 3 years

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Dependence (April 21, 1997)

Trigger Warning: smoking.

Summary: there were many charms in life. However, Tom Hiddleston, having tried the most forbidden ones, could no longer imagine his life without them. The rest for him was nonsense, not worth his attention. After all, in order to survive, he needs to find a dose, thanks to which he feels better, not paying attention to the other rabble that reigns around. He doesn't care about his mother, who brings men into the house; he doesn't care about his sisters, whom he envies; he doesn't care about the whole world. But soon his search for a new dose will turn into a search for a girl who has won a victory over his drug-addicted mind, absorbing him completely and occupying all his thoughts.

And he won't stop until he gets what he wants.

April 21, 1997

Mark is worried. Feelings pierce him. He is uneasy about what is happening. He doesn't understand why he feels so strange when he sees Tom. Why does his stomach start to prick when he sees him talking to girls from parallel classes? Why does he feel the best when he and Thomas discuss different topics, smoking cheap cigarettes behind the school, where no one goes.

Mark likes spending time with him. He feels calm and alone when they sit on the roof of an abandoned building, thinking only about where to get cheaper cigarettes. It is there that he suppresses all his negative emotions, feeling only peace and pleasure.

Sometimes he understands the fact that he is long staring at his best friend — looking at how his untidy white curls are developing in the wind; how long fingers squeeze a cigarette and bring it to such soft, tender, swollen lips. He want to tear out this stuff, throw it away and give in to the feeling of temptation. Pull this old leather jacket closer to him and, hugging him tightly, kiss him as if this is the only thing that matters in this mortal world.

Mark blinks a couple of times. He does not understand where such emotions come from in relation to Tom; where such thoughts associated with a kiss come from; where this strange feeling in his chest comes from.

Had he really fallen in love?

Had fallen in love with your best friend?

This can't be true. This is all just fiction. He's just not himself. Yes, exactly! He's just not in his right mind, being still not recovered from another yesterday's binge! He just got so drunk that he is not aware of his actions. Surely in a couple of minutes he will forget about it.

That should explain something, right? Isn't it?

"Do you want to fuck her, Pac?” Mickey's mocking voice is heard looking at his friend with a smirking expression. Is he really so eager to tease him? Oh, that Mickey. Mark sighs when he hears his nickname, and realizes that he has been looking at Joel for a long time. She just smiles at him unobtrusively, winking. The guy swallows, turning his attention to a friend who followed the main girl of the class with a long and hinting look.

Mark rolls his eyes. It's his style. Tackles to girls, and even in this way. Are they really only interested in just having sex and that's it? But what about the sweet romance that shows all that tender love that cannot be expressed through sex without obligations? Why isn't anyone talking about her? Why does everyone not care about romantic acts committed by people in the name of love?

"Shut up, Vider," the guy teases him, stretching his stiff neck, feeling something crunch. Mark takes a sharp breath, turning his head in the direction of his friend, who was leaning against the table.

Mickey grins, biting his lip. He would really enjoy having sex with her, taking into account the fact that he had quite a lot of sexual experience. Mark looks at him with some contempt, his mouth slightly open. He rests his head on his hands folded on the desk, closing his eyes from the bright light. He doesn't want to study so much.

The only thing Pinkman wants at the moment is to wait for the day when Tom finally gets out of this fucking long sick leave. He felt a little guilty, but he was doing a good job. He didn't even write them a single message. And how not to be offended after that.

And yet he doesn't understand himself. He can not understand his feelings that overtake and cover the whole brain, which prevent him from thinking sensibly. Mark wants to smooth Tom's fluffy and curly hair when he lies on his lap, smoking, in their small company of four people; he wants to pull him into a deep, long and tender kiss that will show love; he wants to show him the whole world! that is so insignificant in his beauty.

Mark is sure that as soon as Thomas enters the classroom, he will immediately rush at him with hugs.

He is sure that he will not be able to restrain himself from this suffocating despair associated with sudden feelings. It becomes uncomfortable.

"Vider, it's been a long time since we've seen each other!” there is a loud exclamation of a clear and bright voice that makes Mark's heart flutter. His eyes open, widening wide. Wasn't Tom supposed to be out of the hospital next week?

He sits up, seeing Mickey and Tom shake hands in a strong handshake. They smile at each other while the guy holds the red-and-bard backpack hanging from his shoulder with his free hand. Mark swallows a nonexistent saliva. This shirt suits him.

His friend's gaze shifts to him and Thomas' smile gets even wider as soon as he sees a person for whom he would definitely do a lot. Friendship is a serious matter and requires special attention from everyone.

”Hi, Tom," Pinkman has already cursed himself several times and considered himself an incorrigible idiot, knowing that he does not particularly like his name. He liked the nickname given to him by his friends much more than his own. He sees Tom roll his eyes, but there's nothing he can do about it.

Mark likes his name.

And he is genuinely perplexed when Thomas feels contempt for him.

"Tom?" Mickey delves into it again, getting up from a school wooden desk designed for two people. He adjusts his blue jeans, folding his arms over his chest, which makes his black T-shirt pull back. “What the fuck are you talking about, Pac? His name is Hiddles, and we've all forgotten this fucking name for a long time,” he pats the named guy on the shoulder, getting an understanding, with some admixture of cunning, smile.

Hiddleston nods to Mark, sitting down next to him in his seat. They have been sitting next to each other primary school and this can be called a habit. Each of them is confident in something different and they can trust each other.

Pinkman purses his bitten lower lip, starting to bite it with his front teeth. This is a slight pain, thanks to which he can calm down and accept his nerves. It can even be called pleasant.

Although, of course, cigarettes help to cope with this better.

Without waiting for it himself, while Tom takes out of the backpack lying on his lap and pulled to his chest, Mark moves closer to him, not daring to take the first step. Sighing softly, he swallows and puts his left arm around the guy's shoulders.

His movements are very clumsy and inexperienced. He doesn't know if Thomas will like this gesture of attention. Will he be pleased when he is hugged? Or will he just get mad at him by dropping out?

His head is filled with dark thoughts that he does not want to think about at all. He drives them away, as if putting an internal block.

Although doubts that have long been ingrained in the soul, still torment him.

Perhaps this was his most significant disadvantage.

He cannot realize himself and what he feels. He can not accept, as well as feel. It is difficult for him, but he does not tell anyone about it. Parents don't give a shit, and friends, for sure, too.

Mark can't tell anyone what's bothering him.

Mark just keeps everything to himself.

His eyes widen when he sees that Tom is smiling encouragingly and this gives him hope. Did he feel something for him, too? Did he also feel those inexplicable emotions when he saw him?

***

Mark loves to learn. He gets along well with most of all subjects, perfectly understanding where they will be needed in his future life-if there is one, of course — he knows many poems by heart and is a good a student.

He likes to learn new things.

And he genuinely doesn't understand Mickey.

He has known him for a long time and his dislike is not that not to learn, but not to learn something new at all. In his life, as far as the guy could judge, he was interested in only a few things — drugs, alcohol, smoking and, of course, girls.

The rest was unimportant to him.

Mark rolls his eyes when he sees that the laces of his shoes are untied. And why did Mickey even come up with such an idea related to running away from school? Why couldn't they just finish studies? There were only two lessons left until the end of the school day, but if the majority wanted it, then it definitely means that you need to do what you have decided.

But it's definitely his style. As if it wasn't possible to just wait. Mark's breathing is erratic and he realizes that he can no longer run. Fortunately, there was not much left to go to the place where Mickey wants to go.

Mark is not boring and not a nerd. He is not a nerd and not the kind of person who constantly whines about something that would contradict the will of others. He is just an ordinary teenager whose life is quite adequate, if you do not take into account his parents.

He opens his mouth when it becomes harder to breathe.

Mark stops. He sees that they have run to an abandoned building where they often gather. Almost no one goes here, so to organize a "secret lair" here, if we speak in a childish way, was quite a deliberate and good decision.

For several years, the most genuine legends have been composed about this house, connected with the death of a little boy and his sister, who were left unattended by their parents. They say that because of this, they stopped building this place with houses. In principle, it is logical why they chose this location-a small lake, fresh clean air, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, a gentrified part with a small square.

Why, it's just a paradise told in legends!

However, he was one until there was this unpleasant embarrassment with young children, which the authorities tried to hush up as soon as possible. Mark remembers that even apartments have become cheaper in this house since they were evicted from there. Needless to say, it did not bring any benefit. Probably even made the situation worse.

He sighs loudly when they stop, taking several large breaths abruptly, realizing that his breathing is fucking fucked at the moment. Now Mark just wants to leave everything, going home. He knows that his father is not at home, only his mother, who probably won't even pay attention to him.

”Why are you such sissies?" he can hear the mockery in Mickey's voice, who smiles, straightening up while the others try to recover. At such moments, Mark insanely wants to hit him.

”Shut up," moans Jim from the side, whose legs are giving way. Well, what the fuck was it necessary to run if the teacher doesn't care? Pinkman knows that she will just close her eyes, babbling to herself about "what kind of children have now!". And the whole class will be obliged to listen to this muttering, which has not given up to anyone, including the head himself.

The advantage of such moments was that they miss the lesson this way. But do not tell the teacher about this.

“I would never have thought that you, Sick, are such a weakling," he forces him. Mark is sure of it. And what is the use of this? They won't fight anyway, but they'll just talk in words, teasing each other.

Mark loves his friends. He is really happy to spend time with them, walking around promiscuously; he is happy to smoke with them those cheap cigarettes that they buy in a small shop near Tom's house, and where they will sell them to you at any age; he is happy... just enjoy their company.

However, recently, they have become increasingly infuriating to him.

Especially Mickey, whose head is likely to burst like a balloon from the ideas that he proposes to implement. Mark, in principle, is not against it, however, fucking, it's still kind of fucking to do this.

It's not scary, but he just don't want to.

Pinkman sniffs, looking at Tom, who is standing with his back against the wall painted with dirty drawings, holding a cigarette between his middle and index finger. His backpack is lying on the disgusting grass that has grown up to his shin, completely covering Mark's white sneakers. It seemed as if he was enjoying the circus and the jokes that were happening.

Although this was not new for them: Mickey always likes to cling to Jim, that he himself is not averse to answering somehow sarcastically, teasing the guy; Tom will start smoking another cigarette, and Mark, perplexed, will simply stand next to him, asking him for a cigarette and starting to discuss with him anything that first comes to mind. They will have time to discuss a lot — why the football team they supported didn't win this year; why GG Allin was such a fucking awesome, doing this on stage and why Iggy Pop is so cool; where will they go after school. It is quite possible that they will even talk about the arrangement of the house and what better materials to use, but this is for the extreme, if Mickey does not finish making fun of James.

“Can I?” Mark nods at the pack of Rothmans clutched in his left hand, to which the guy just shakes his head. He holds a cigarette between his teeth, opening it and presenting it to Pinkman.

Mark swallows, pulling out the offered one and, lighting it, takes a puff, which he did not wait for. So he smoked two cigarettes this morning, wanting to calm his nerves after another quarrel with his father on the topic of why he stopped going to church.

He grin, also leans against the brick wall. As if his father didn't give a damn about him and why he didn't go to that shitty church to confess to something he didn't fucking do. Fuck confessing at all, if you're still lying to that priest who's sitting in the booth next to you. And even more so, every passerby does fucking things every day, which don't even want to talk about after.

Mark exhales smoke, looking at Tom, whose gaze was directed at friends who were trying to find out who the humor and jokes are better. Does it matter? Unlikely.

Pinkman is focused. He swallows, not taking his thoughtful gaze from Thomas, who dusts off a cigarette and the ash falls on his black jeans.

Mark thinks that these jeans match perfectly with his white tucked-in shirt.

Mark thinks that he likes Tom's blue eyes, which look good-naturedly at the world, but are also capable of expressing cruelty.

Mark realizes that he is completely unaware of how he feels about his friend.

Mark feels like he's been looking at Tom for too long.

Pinkman blinks a couple of times, turning his gaze to the dirt track that leads to the garages, from where they logically fucking came. He can't sort himself out and understand. It's difficult and he just can't stand it all.

Mark has been thinking about the existence of his love for Tom for a long time. He suspects of its existence, although he wants to push everything off on the fact that he was drunk and the morning hangover played a fucking joke with him, in which there is not even a fraction of irony.

He takes another drag, feeling some of the flavors that he loves. Flavored cigarettes have recently appeared on sale in that small shop and, of course, every avid smoker expressed a desire to try something new. Many were happy with such an innovation, such as Mark, and someone, like Mickey, was opposed to it, as if completely denying their existence.

But Mark was willing to spend a lot just to get a taste of them again, as they sold out quite quickly. And far away, at least, if you take the places that he knew, it was too lazy to go.

“You looked like a faggot just now," the guy's fingers begin to press harder on the cigarette. It often fucks him up. Even too often. Especially when the guys notice him after some long glances directed at Tom, who is now nonchalantly watching what is happening.

His eyes were blurred, and his pupils were narrowed to madness. Has he already managed to get shoot up? When? He was always there for him when they were talking, launching into a shitty stupid debate about the new Judas Priest album.

Mark turns his attention to Mickey, who is leaning his shoulder against a tree. He looks defiantly, but as if he doesn't care at all what the guy might say in response to his remark.

Sometimes Mark regrets his friendship with Mickey.

However, after drinking, which Mickey's father — Walter, — so ardently and kindly offers them in his bar, he immediately forgets all the insults. He must admit that the beer there, called Foamies, is really good. They say this is true due to the fact that it interferes with Carling and Budweiser, although, fuck, who the fuck knows. It doesn't bother him, the main thing is that it's fucking delicious and fucking cheap.

"Shut the fuck up, Vider!”

There is laughter from his side, to which Mark just grins. He is angry at him, but he will still forgive him.

in parallel with the main love line, I enter a new one. write whether you liked it or not, since this chapter is one of my favorites. Oh and yes, as Mark - Ewan McGregor

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