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lulubelle814 · 6 months

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Just Dizziness - Chapter 20

Grabbing Chinese take out on the way home, we settled on the couch. I started flipping through the movies, but Sarah stole the remote and put on Crimson Peak. As it started up, Sarah emailed her boss letting him know she would be working from home tomorrow. Surprisingly, he was either on his computer or had been checking his emails via phone because she received a response just a few minutes later stating that was fine.

It turned out we were too knackered to finish the movie and turned it off about half way through. Even though she was working from home the next day, Sarah said she would do a movie marathon with me while working because she had that talent to be able to work while watching movies.

“And before you say anything, I’m declaring a Hiddles marathon! All the hits: Only Lovers Left Alive, Thor Ragnarok, maybe War Horse and The Deep Blue Sea. Maybe after my appointment the following day, we can binge watch The Night Manager.”

I was not one to argue with a Hiddles marathon. It had been a while since we two had one.

That night I had dreams that I was dancing with him. Well, not so much dancing as stepping on his toes.

“It took Mia and myself forever to learn these moves. I’m pretty sure I remember most of them.”

He kept trying to lead, and I kept trying to follow along but continued to mis-step, trip, or just plain run into him. It was frustrating because I wanted to learn it, but we were both laughing so hard that it eventually just became too hard to focus, especially when I fell and took him down to the floor with me.

What Tom tried to hide was that he was missing steps himself. It had been quite some time since the movie had been filmed, but he finally fessed up when we landed on the floor.

“I’m so sorry! I don’t think I’ll ever get this,” I said.

“It’s my fault, really. It’s been so long. I thought I could fake my way through the parts I couldn't remember but evidently not.” It took a few minutes for us both to calm down before I was able to get off the floor. “How about a nice slow dance instead?”

I heartily agreed. He changed the music, and I suddenly heard Elvis Presley singing “I can’t help falling in love with you” followed by some more slow songs we loved until the music stopped as his phone died, but neither of us cared, continuing to sway to the silent music.

When I woke up, it was very early morning. The sun was barely starting to peak out, and I didn’t want to get up. After tossing and turning for the next half hour or so, I finally just gave up, sat next to the window, and watched the sun rise.

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming

My ears perked up at the sound of his voice, and I swore that for a moment I could see his reflection in the window. When I flipped around, no one was there. Looking back at the window, his reflection was gone, and tears started to stream down my face. Rather than face the day, I went back to bed, curling up and hugging one of my pillows. For a moment or two, it smelled like citrus and musk, and I never wanted to let that pillow go.

When Sarah finally woke up about 2 or 3 hours later, I was still in the same position, the occasional tear still falling but now hitting the pillow. I was willing the scent to return and didn’t care how crazy I looked constantly sniffing a pillow.

“Um, breakfast?”

Shaking my head a bit, she decided movie day would be relocated to my room. She left to get extra blankets and pillows when she got a call from Dr. Fell’s office. So they set up an appointment for tomorrow morning. Now that she had an appointment set, she reached out to her boss to take another day off, citing she had to go into the doctor’s office for tests to which he obliged and wished her good luck and saying he hoped everything would be ok.

Once taken care of, she brought the pillows and blankets to my room only to leave again for the kitchen, grabbing all the good junk food that didn’t require a fridge/freezer and set it up within reaching distance along with water, juice, and other beverages. Once set up, she settled in on the other side of my bed and started the big movie marathon, starting off with Kong: Skull Island. Not even 10 minutes into the movie, I was finding the citrus/musk smell returning to the pillow again, closing my eyes for a few moments to enjoy it while I could.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer holding on to the pillow, but him and his shirt. Figuring this was another lucid dream, I tugged on the shirt to bring him closer to me which startled him, waking him up.

“Oh my dear, I have missed you.” He held me as closely as I wanted. Anyone looking on would have thought we were trying to mold into one. He placed his chin on top of my head and held me close but delicately, afraid that he might be the one dreaming.

“I like this dream,” I said, your eyes still closed.

“If this is a dream, I hope we can stay here forever,” he responded.

“Me, too.” Smiling into his chest, I adjusted a bit but held onto him like a lifeline, him doing the same in return.

It was a few minutes before he spoke again. At a loss for his own words, instead he sang.

Come what may

I will love you

Until my dying day

“Come what may” I repeated, not enough energy to sing. He wrapped his hands around my face and kissed me lightly.

“Indeed, my love. Come what may. I will always be here, and I will never, ever give up.”

“Can I stay here? Like this? So comfy.”

I could hear his sniffles mixed with a slight laugh. “Of course my darling girl. We can stay like this for however long you like.”

Lifting my head back up, I looked up at him and his face moved towards mine. Moving slowly, I kissed him because if this was a dream, I was going to kiss this man as much as I could. He returned the kiss, deepening it. After a few minutes, we were forced to stop to catch our breath, and I nestled my head into the crook of his neck.

I wasn't sure why I was so exhausted in a dream, but I failed to notice that Tom had pushed the button to call for a nurse. The nurse had peaked in seeing me awake, but by the time the doctor arrived, I had fallen back asleep.

Feeling someone shake me, I was irritated. “Leave me alone……”

Sarah knew I had fallen asleep but didn't want me to end up awake all night.

“The movie is almost over.”

“smells good………….…mmmmm kisses………………”

“I’m not sure who you were snogging, but you seem to be in a better mood now.”

Opening my eyes, I was in my room turnt blanket/pillow fort, the last few minutes of Kong: Skull Island showing on the TV.

I smiled into the pillow and refused to let it go for the rest of the day, deeming it my good luck charm for dreaming.

Chapter 21

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womanexile · 8 months

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I'm going to play devil's advocate (and go delulu) for a moment here: I think Taylor's going to be single for a while now. Why? You're On Your Own, Kid. I've always read tracks 5's as the point of the album. Some examples (im trying to keep it brief and I apologize for spelling mistakes and auto-corrects, it's 1 AM where I'm at):

All Too Well from Red, an album about how complicated emotions can be, has arguably her most "emotional rollercoaster" of a song as track 5.

Dear John from Speak Now, an album loosely based on the concept of "things she should have told people, but never did." has a song directly addressed to Mayer as track 5.

tolerate it from evermore, which I always read as an album about moving on from the past, has a song that discusses a failing relationship (which is heavily implied to have been a marriage or just really long) which, at the end, Taylor is implied to be leaving due to how unfulfilling it is, even if it was once great *coughs in Joe Alwyn* as track 5.

my tears ricochet from folklore, which I always read as an album about directly addressing the hurt the past caused, but not healing from it, has a song that discusses the pain of losing a partner, but explicitly not moving on, as the man still wears the jewels, missing her, while also tossing out blame *cough in Hiddleston/Harris affair and Harry Styles (my favorite duo (Hiddle)/trio (Calcium being an intrusion to all that is good))* and Taylor still speaks to him, while screaming at the sky, and feels she can go anywhere, just not home (which I see as symbolism for love in all TS songs) as the track 5.

Delicate from reputation, which discusses forbidden romance, has the most obvious example of portraying the theme, while also subtly hinting at the relationship being over already in the bridge and her only reminiscing and hoping to be remembered *cough in rep is about Hiddleston delusion*, as the track 5 (yes, I'm the Hiddleswift truther from earlier, hello).

These are the most obvious ones, to me at least.

You're On Your Own, Kid is a funny song in all possible readings of Midnights. I take the album as the third part of the reminiscence trilogy, as I've dubbed it. folklore is about addressing the past, evermore about moving on from it, and Midnights about learning from it. I take each song as her comparing a past situation to her circumstances with Alwyn (YOYOK past situation is obvious so I won't talk about that).

She starts with summer went away, I've always taken summer as symbolic of Hiddleston, but her yearning for love remained, and she tried to play it off as if it's cool, even if it wasn't, because if she did, that relationship would blow up in both their faces, with people already thinking it was PR and Kanye being a clown.

Alternatively, it could be refrencing the end of the honeymoon phase with Alwyn.

She then waits patiently, wanting to be noticed by a friend she likes (Alwyn), whom she potentially chased just because she misses the summer. The anyway is to me, a timeskip, of sorts. He's distant now, smoking with his boys, likely without telling Taylor about it, given that she heard it in his voice (disappearing at random for reasons she's not sure about; I swear I saw paparazzi pics of him kissing Laird in 2022, but I can't provide links, I just know I freaked out) and she touches her phone like it's his face, maybe because they don't talk much anymore and there's distance. In regard to the town line, it might be about how she's grown more closed off since Alwyn. She didn't chose this, she wants to be more open, but she'd stay like this for him. Forever, if need be.

She thought she waited years to meet him, that he's the one, only to learn he never cared and there were better options. All this time she was on her own, and didn't even realize.

She then decides she'll run away because she knows he doesn't love her. The Daisy May part is interesting because that's a nice, obedient woman. Joe Alwyn? Controlling? I wouldn't be shocked.

Now, she takes a taxi to take her there. When else has she used the word taxi? Come Back...Be Here and New Year's Day, ladies and gentlemen, certified Haylor songs. She also mentions dreams not being rare, which Wildest Dreams, ladies and gentlemen, certified Haylor song. It also repeats the better bodies part, meaning Harry was, in her eyes, the better option at that point. I think, Harry and Taylor were communicating throughout COVID after the first Grammy meeting and Harry knew Taylor was having doubts about Joe, que Boyfriends and Matlida, and he may have helped her mourn the relationship before it was over. During their midnight talking chats, he finally told her he still thinks of her, and she acknowledges it here, saying he wasn't alone in that.

She then proclaims how much she's given for a perfect kiss, but it solved nothing, because Joe wasn't perfect and how her friends (also the world and the fans) won't know what to say when she tells them. How the jokes weren't funny (the ones about her being everything and him being just Ken), which she's probably from his perspective, but sarcastically, because it was true, and how she took all the money with her, because he has very little in comparison. Her gown is bloody now, because she just destroyed her chances of ever marrying Joe, whom she wanted that with. But this was a step forward and she shouldn't be afraid. And he can't take away her future experiences. He can talk shit all he wants, it won't change that this is good for her.

So she'll make some frienship braclets and just exist for a little. And she can do that. She's on her own. She has been for a very long time.

- Faithfully, a delulu Alwyn not-enjoyer

I think you’re right about TS & HS communicating right before Covid. I have a theory on this. Both their albums had just come out Lover & Fine Line ( on TS birthday). And there are several things I put together from articles & interviews. I might make a post about it. Covid hits & TS goes off & right folklore & evermore ( with lots of Haylor songs) and HS writes HH (which to me every song is about TS). Satellite he says “I can see you’re lonely down there” so yea Harry knew there were problems with them.

And I never thought about Delicate being about TH. Makes a lot more sense than joe. That timeline is all kind of whack. It doesn’t make sense to me. She meets joe April 29th & is just blown away by him & so into him then a week later she’s being all flirty with TH at the Met & completely ignores joe & gets with TH?

I think she’s probably gonna be single at least till the end of tour maybe. She’s super busy at the moment.

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nuggsmum · 4 years

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Ohhhhh @lowhostrikesback .........

I’m just gonna leave these things I found right here for you.

This is me backing away slowly.....

Also me watching LoWho losing her shit.....

Enjoy....

This is LoWho, realizing The Cavillry is a fandom she should be a part of 😮

This is hiddles, looking at LoWho while she’s looking at Cavill

This is me again, sending LoWho love cuz she probably hates me right now.

#listen #prednisone and not sleeping for three days and this is the shot you people will get from me #sorry #not really #but #i need lowho in the cavillry with me #i miss our interactions #and if i can torture you with henry #all the better #we can still toss hiddles at eachother too #whatever works

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tom-whore-dleston · 2 years

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His Darling

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x f!reader

Genre: Smut (Lemon) & Fluff

Warnings: pwp (I'm serious when I say there's no plot), missionary sex, sorta praise kink, romantic sex, cumshot, aftercare

Word Count: 451

Beta Read: N/A

*All mistakes and errors are mine*

Notes: Yeah, I'm behind on Fuckuary. Yeah, I skipped days 4-8. But it's fine, I'll catch up...eventually. Fun fact: today is the anniversary of posting my first fic on here, which is pretty damn cool! And if it wasn't obvious already, this was meant to be for Hiddles bday lol Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

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The bed began to creak as Tom began to speed up the strokes inside you. He was on top of you with his hands pinning yours above your head. The feeling of being trapped underneath him caused your toes to curl as you hooked your legs around his hips. Your moans were in sync with the tempo of the headboard banging against the wall.

“You’re so gorgeous, darling!” The beautiful British man mumbled. His fingers tangled with yours and the way he kept you pinned down was still firm but more intimate. He’s so overwhelmed by how pretty you look with your eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape. Tom couldn’t help but stoop down to lock his lips with yours. You whimper against his lips, the pounding of his shaft igniting a delicious fire in the pit of your stomach.

“I love you, Tom,” you gasped before another sigh fell from your lips. Something inside Tom suddenly ticked. Maybe it was the way you said you loved him. Nonetheless, he rammed himself into you like a madman. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt your body become putty beneath him.

“I love you too, darling!” Tom unraveled your hands from his grip. “Feel so good. So fuckin good!” Now, he grasped your hips, pulling them in to meet his thrusts. You held his shoulders, digging your nails into the muscular flesh. A feral growl erupted from Tom’s throat and his cock throbbed while his pumps fell out of rhythm.

A few ruts later, you threw your head back against the pillows and arched your back off the bed. You shouted Tom’s name, along with endless profanities, into the void. It didn’t take much longer before he pulled out of you to rip his condom off and release onto your stomach. He jerked himself off a few more times to make sure none of his cum was wasted. You were about to reach for the box of tissues on the nightstand before Tom snatched it in a flash.

“Allow me, darling,” was all he said for you to lay back down and let him take care of you. Your eyes scanned over him as he wiped away the sticky mess on your stomach and in between your legs. You felt them grow heavy as he tossed the moist tissues into the bin. He grinned lovingly as you forced your eyes back open.

“It’s okay, my love. You can sleep now.” You curled into Tom’s side as your eyes closed again. “Did so good for me. I love you so much.” The last thing you remembered before drifting away was feeling Tom softly kiss the top of your head.

#*fuckuary '22 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston x you #smut #angst #fluff #reader insert #no y/n #lemon fic

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calaisreno · 3 years

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Time Travel, Johnlock Style

I’ve started another time travel story! Well, that isn’t good news for the rest of my unfinished WIPs, but it’s not as if I can stop myself. There’s nothing that is so much fun as confounding Reichenbach with a few paradoxes-- all leading to Johnlock, of course.

I’m taking the opportunity to offer up some of my favorite time-travel stories in the fandom and ask for your recommendations.

Rewind, by @khorazir / 47553 words. Post Season/Series 04; TFP does not exist. When Sherlock is six years old, he finds out that strange things happen when the mole on his neck is touched under certain circumstances: it switches him back in time. Over the years, he discovers both the advantages and disadvantages of being thus granted a way to relive certain events, to reconsider decisions and remedy mistakes – until an accidental touch sends him back to Barts morgue on 29th January 2010, thus undoing eight years of acquaintance with John Watson. Is this a most unfortunate incident, a curse, even? Or is it indeed a second chance to finally shape his relationship with John the way it should have been from the beginning?

Like all @khorazir stories, this one is beautifully written and plotted, and it has art as well! If you haven’t read it yet, you should!

Nothing Happened in Belarus by @discordantwords / 6589 words. Season/Series 01, Season/Series 04. Six years, give or take. And one night where nothing happened.

This is truly one of my favorite stories. I can’t even describe it without taking away some of the pleasure you will find in discovering it for yourself. Just read it.

A Winter Walk by @cathedralcarver / 3382 words. Post-Reichenbach. Time is the longest distance between two places.

Like almost every cathedral_carver story, this one makes me cry. Sherlock, returning from exile, runs into John from the future. Bittersweet, hopeful.

I’ve written two of my own:

Concurrence by @calaisreno / 70876 words. Episode s01e03 The Great Game. BBC Sherlock is sent back to 1880 by James Moriarty, for reasons that are not at first clear to Sherlock. There he meets Victorian John Watson. They fall in love, of course, and Sherlock promises to bring John back to 2010, where they will not need to hide their relationship, but something goes wrong and they are separated. While John is trying to navigate 2010 without his partner, Sherlock is learning what Moriarty is planning.

This was one of the first stories I posted on AO3, and still my favorite child (but don’t tell the others). It’s about to reach its third anniversary, and ready to hit the 400 milestone, so somebody go there and toss a kudo at it!

While You Were Dead by @calaisreno / 4210 words. Reichenbach Return. On a stormy night at the hospital, John gets a second chance to say something he regrets not saying. This is part of the Many Happy Returns series I wrote last year.

Marked for Later / Haven’t yet read:

tomorrow will dawn the same as today by @hudders-and-hiddles / 17169 words. Episode: s03e02 The Sign of Three. Groundhog Day AU. Sherlock wakes up on a grey London morning, alone. Tomorrow he'll do the same. Whatever he does, wherever he goes, however his night might end, tomorrow he'll do the same.

I love the movie and have had this one marked for a while.

The Case of the Moebius Trip by Bitenomnom. 129,218 words. Post-Reichenbach. When John finally gives in and accepts a case for the first time since Sherlock fell eight months ago, he finds himself in a unique position: in possession of what his client calls a time machine, and desperate enough to give it a go. If it works, he could travel back in time. If it works, he could save Sherlock.

Please share your favorite time travel stories, whether they are your own or written by someone else!

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mostly-marvel-musings · 2 years

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Heavy breathing over the phone with no one talking with Loki

Movie night

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: humor, fluff but horror!

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It was way past midnight when it was finally time to watch The Ring for the umpteenth time for movie night.

It was almost a tradition at this point, lining up all of the horror movies for a binge watching session, only this time, this tradition was being 'forced upon' a certain Jotun prince as he called it.

"These are so absurd, we have better plays on Asgard." you rolled your eyes for the hundredth time as Loki repeated his words, throwing you an exasperated look from the opposite end of the couch.

"I will have it printed on a T-shirt for you, Loki." you shook your head before reaching out for more popcorn.

"Heavens, no. I don't wear these tee-shirts."

You chuckled before resuming the movie, soon the previous conversation was forgotten and you both got engrossed in it. You swore he was creeped by the movie but wasn't letting it show.

“So she kills you in seven days unless you make a copy of the tape? It makes no sense.”

“It doesn’t have to, its a movie. The only way to stop the curse is to pass it on.” You stated matter-of-factly.

The need to tease him got the better of you as you stretched your legs to tickle his sides, laughing victoriously when he got startled.

“Very mature, darling.”

“Whatever, Loki. If your phone rings at night, just don’t pick up.” You smirked before turning the tv off and heading towards your bedroom.

Later in the night while you slept soundly next to him, Loki tossed and turned in bed, glancing at the phone you kept on his nightstand.

A loud ring broke the silence of the night as it rang, an unknown number flashed on the screen as Loki’s heart pounded against his chest. Flashes of the godforsaken movie you had made him watch ran through his mind.

He had been introduced to Midgardian technology enough to pick up a call or make one, he answered and pressed the phone against his ear, gulping.

Silence.

Absolute silence on the other end before a faint exhale was heard.

“Who is it? Do you think this is a reasonable hour to call someone?” He called out, somewhat bravely, glancing back to find you peacefully asleep.

There was no answer. Only the faint breathing grew louder, it sounded labored, as if someone was in pain.

Not one to get spooked easily, Loki simply pressed the end call button and tossed the phone away, ready to go to bed again. Just as he got comfortable, there was a text message alert, it read,

'You're gonna die in seven days'.

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki drabble #loki laufeyson imagine #loki fluff #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #spooktober #mostly marvel spooks #marvel fanfiction

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is-it-madness · 3 years

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A Different Kind Of Birthday Night

A/N: Happy Birthday, my darling friend @fadingcoast!!! This is for you, dear heart. Here’s hoping for a wonderful year for you. Love you 🥳💜💜 Thank you for encouraging me to post this and for betaing. You are absolutely incredible.

Pairing: Loki x f!reader

Summary: It’s your birthday and Loki gives you a gift you’re sure to never forget

Warnings: This being my first smut should be warning enough. But also... D/s dynamics, kinda sub!Loki, oral sex (f receiving), fingering. I believe that’s it.

Word count: 1356

It was evening when you finally came home from work.

After working a full shift at the hospital, you felt gross, contaminated. Kicking off your shoes and tossing your keys down, you headed to the bathroom, wanting to wash the day’s grime off you.

You rubbed your eyes when you entered the bathroom, only to blink several times when realizing the tub was lavishly prepared for you. You smiled slightly, knowing only one man would’ve done this for you.

“Hello, my love.”

How you’re never able to sense his presence when he stood behind you, is something you’ll never figure out. You only knew he was there if he said something, or if he placed a hand on your waist, pulling you against him.

You spun around, grinning for what was probably the first time today. “Hi.”

The tension in your shoulders relaxed as you took in the sight of him gloriously bare from the waist up. Sitting enticingly low on his hips, were a pair of sweats. You could tell that he wanted to kiss you, to pull you into his embrace, to hold you flush against him. The want was clear in his eyes.

But you shook your head. “Bath-”

“-first,” he finished your sentence. “Yes, yes, I know the requirements, love.” A ghost of a smirk pulled at his lips. “I have no qualms. This time.”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

Loki grins and kisses the tip of your nose. “You’ll see. After your bath.”

A few minutes ago, you might’ve been exhausted and ready to collapse in bed. But that smile? With that mischievous glint in his eyes? Oh... now your interest was piqued. Whatever he had in store for you was sure to be more than interesting.

He took your chin between his fingers and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Now, in you get.”

You rolled your eyes at him, which earned you a playful smack to your ass, making you giggle. Loki heads to your shared bedroom to do... well, who knows what he has planned, and you stripped before sinking into the invitingly warm water.

When you walked in the room, you were greeted by a sight you weren’t expecting.

“Loki?”

Loki was sitting on the floor, completely stripped, and looking at you with a demure expression.

It wasn’t often you saw him behave like this. Maybe twice before. But when he did, you relished in it. It meant you were in charge tonight. It meant he was yours to control, to use for your pleasure.

You crouched in front of him. “So pretty,” you murmured, easily slipping into your role of being in charge. “Especially when you’re like this, for me to use at my disposal.”

He licked his lips. “Thank you, Mistress.”

There it was. Your title. Your proof of power for tonight. It sent heat straight to your core. Your eyes flitted to his tongue and you smiled darkly. This is going to be fun.

“Hands behind your back. No touching me unless I grant you permission.”

He complied to your command and you straddled his lap, his semi-hard cock rubbing against your folds. You trailed your fingers along his chest and nuzzled into his neck, rocking your hips oh so gently to feel a delicious bit of friction on your clit.

“What to do with you… restraints? Or maybe the crop. You did look so cute with that collar…”

Between your words, you left open-mouthed kisses against his throat, leaving a bite here and there, making your mark on him. You could feel his muscles flex and tense under your touch and you can tell he’s using a great deal of restraint to not touch you.

You sat up straight, a smile gracing your face. “I know exactly what we’ll do.”

You stood and walked across the room, taking a seat in his chair, the one he used on occasions when the roles were reversed. But tonight? Tonight it was your turn.

You tugged on the tie holding your robe closed and spread your legs wide, giving him a full view of your glistening pussy. You hear his breathing hitch and his deep green eyes go black.

“Well?” You arched a brow at him, teasing a finger between your wet folds. ”It’s not going to take care of itself.”

Loki crawled towards you, hunger evident in his eyes. He settled himself between your legs, resting his hands on your calves. He placed soft kisses and nibbles on your thighs, fingers lazily trailing up your legs. You shuddered under his featherlight touches, as he takes his time.

Frustrated, you seized him by his hair and pulled his head back.

“Did I tell you I wanted teasing?”

“No, Mistress.”

You tighten your grip on his hair, tugging a bit. “And what are you doing right now?”

A soft moan escapes his lips. “T-teasing.”

“I’ll deal with your disobedience later, but right now,” you dragged his face close to your heated center. “I want that silver tongue on me.”

He responded by giving you a viper-like smile and licking a fat stripe on your pussy. You threw your head back, eyes rolling as he began to feast on you.

“Good boy... just- ah! Just like that.”

He hummed, laughing, sending vibrations on your clit as he sucks it into his mouth. Loki grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to his assault and threw you legs over his shoulders. He licked firmly against your folds and dipped his tongue inside you, nose nudging against your clit.

“Such a pretty pussy… and you taste so sweet Mistress.”

Your breathing became shallow, a small whine left your lips, but you still need more. “Loki-”

You hadn’t uttered more than his name, but he already knew what you wanted. Your folds were wet enough to make it easy for him to insert two of his long fingers inside your pussy. He looked up at you through his lashes, licking and sucking your clit as he pressed his fingers, scissoring for a moment before trying to find your sweet spot.

“You’re doing... s-such a good job... hmm- such a good job.”

Loki hummed in appreciation for your praise. He crooked his fingers in a come hither motion and your legs trembled when he found your g-spot. You threw your head back, reduced to whines and moans. His eyes were closed now, brow furrowed as he focused on bringing you pleasure. He added a third finger, pumping them in and out, tongue flicking and sucking your clit.

“L-Loki… I’m c-com-” You didn’t even finish your warning before he gave a particularly harsh suck and pressed his fingers deep inside your pussy.

You came with a gasp, a strangled scream, and his name on your lips.

Loki lapped up your juices, slowing down his ministrations to help you ride out your orgasm. You collapsed in the chair, chest heaving and limbs trembling. He stood up and gathered your limp figure in his arms, carrying you to bed and gently putting you down. He crawled on top of you, caging you between his arms. The weight of his body on yours was comforting, while the weight of his heavy cock on your mound was arousing. You cupped his face and brought him close, kissing him slowly, intimately, the taste of your release making you heady.

He pulled away, resting his brow on yours. “Happy Birthday, my kitten.”

Your eyes widened. “I forgot it was today. I can’t believe you remembered.”

He laughed quietly. “Your king never forgets such an important day.”

“Thank you for this, Loki. It was a wonderful gift.”

Loki arched his brow and smirked. “You didn’t think we were done yet. Did you?” He rubbed his cock against you, steadily building your arousal up. “My love, you should’ve known that we’ve only just begun. Your gift ends when you’re covered in my cum, begging me to stop fucking you.”

“I’d never beg you to stop…” you bit your lip.

Loki smiled widely. “Shall we begin?”

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Ishtar - Part 2

Part 1 Here!

As you awake in a grass field with Hiddleston curled around your body for warmth. You feel a rush of affection for the massive horse. He’s always been with you, and no matter the situation he’s always at your side.

“Hey boy, guess we’re on an adventure.” There was no way you didn’t know you were somewhere in the Hobbit now that you’ve heard those two voices. As you make to stand you hear rushing water in the distance. As you are hoping that this will lead you to civilization, you mount Hiddleston and urge him forward. “Let’s go boy.” Always…

Nearing the sound of the river, you urge Hiddleston to follow a dirt path, just to be on the safe side. The forest around you was beautiful but you knew that in the Lord of the Rings movies there could always be danger lurking.

“Galadriel, can you hear me?” You shout, hoping for a response. Taking a shaky breath, you realize too late that there is something in your path. A large larger than you’d like spider is just standing in your path and both you and Hiddleston are frightened enough to try to steer clear of it.

Veering yourself and Hiddleston to the right towards the water, you turn to look back for the spider just in case. And as you are just about to turn around you are struck by something that instantly knocks you off Hiddleston. You’ve landed in the river, and swallowed a mouthful of water.

You see Hiddleston trying to keep up with your body being tossed around in the current. But there isn’t a way for him to reach you. Your body collides with the side of the river and you are knocked unconscious again.

It feels like an instant, when you awaken soaked and battered against the side of the riverbank. You can hear Hiddleston trying to get to you. Worried he will get stuck in the bramble you try to reach out to him.

“Hiddle-” Unable to move due to the pain you were in, you lay on the ground hoping the horse can find you. It pained you not to be able to help your boy.

You aren’t sure how much time has passed but you can still hear the sound of Hiddleston neighing, he always made a fuss when someone else tried to detain him. Scared of what is to come, you tried to open your eyes.

The light from the sun almost made it impossible, but you could make out blurry images of armor and pale faces. Someone grabbed you and lifted you from the riverbank and you let out a hiss. As you try to get your bearings you realize that you aren’t completely sure how much time is passing between your coherent segments.

The next time you awake dimly is when you are lowered into someone's arms, and the sound of horses. You don’t even know where Hiddleston is in all of this. Hiddleston was so temperamental to others that there was no way you rode him wherever you were being taken.

“Please- my horse.” You had a hard time forming words, but you hoped this would make it easier for whomever was with you. It was so quietly formed and you didn’t want to move for fear of hurting further.

As you were passed into another pair of arms, you could hear hushed tones, and voices whispering around you. Blessed by the Valar himself, Goddess that will heal the Realm. ________ AN: Thank you so much everyone for your love and patience. Lots of love to @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore for ideas and help with this chapter.

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villainousshakespeare · 3 years

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Bobby’s Play Date Part 1

The pandemic is keeping Tom idling in London by himself. One positive is that wearing the mask helps him avoid recognition, allowing him to wander in the park with his dog, Bobby. On one of their walks, Bobby becomes smitten with a dog named Lulu and Tom is equally enchanted by her human. Can the Hiddleston men manage to find a way to see the lovely ladies again?

Tom Hiddleston/OFC

Rated M - Pandemic, Fluff, Quarantine, Masks, Adorable Puppies, Meet Cute, Second Part May (will) Contain Smut

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It was months into the pandemic that had ground the world to a halt. Tom desperately hoped things would go back to normal soon, and that a vaccine would be found to help more people from getting sick and dying. There were, of course, many changes to the world at the moment that Tom was not pleased with. Being unable to work, for instance, or travel to visit his sisters was both frustrating and depressing. One change, however, he had to admit he was not completely adverse to.

Tom loved his fans. They were usually polite, often intelligent, and had donated millions in his name to charities. He often said that he couldn’t consider himself an actor without an audience, and he meant it. It was just that there were times when he wanted to enjoy a little anonymity. Particularly when health advisories suggested a six foot distance between people, Tom was relieved to be able to slip on a plain black mask along with his baseball cap and sunglasses and blend in with the other people wandering about on errands.

He was enjoying just such a stroll now despite the warmth, grateful for the ability to hide in plain sight. Bobby frisked happily on his lead, chasing after imaginary prey as they ambled aimlessly down the winding path. It was a lovely, sunny day, but fear was keeping many people at home and they had the park largely to themselves.

When they reached a bend, Bobby began barking excitedly and pulled Tom along, his human chuckling as he was dragged by his furry companion. The reason for Bobber’s excitement soon became apparent. Sitting on a bench placed beside a scenic little river was a woman in a flowered mask, holding the lead of a small, gold and white shih tzu dog in a ridiculous pink and white checked dress.

Tom had to take a firm hold as Bobby frantically tried to go over and meet the smaller dog, who had begun barking herself as they rounded the bend. Her fluffy head, complete with bow to keep the hair from her eyes, perked up, and she began jumping up and down in a little dance. Bobby calmed down a bit as he felt Tom’s pressure on his lead, but his tongue still lolled out of his mouth in a dopey smile.

“Steady,” Tom commanded, feeling embarrassed as Bobby continued to hover as close as allowed to the silly looking strange dog. “I’m sorry, I promise he is completely friendly.”

“It’s okay, so is she,” the woman replied, smiling with her eyes even though he could not see her mouth behind her mask. “You know, she’s usually quite shy, but she seems to like him! May I pet him?”

“Please, and thanks for asking.”

Letting the lead out a bit, Tom watched as the woman reached down to give Bobby a good pet, complimenting him on being a handsome boy. Her fluff of a pup had advanced timidly, and she and Bobby commenced sniffing and circling each other with obvious enjoyment.

“Wow, I have never seen her respond like that to a strange dog!” the woman laughed.

As she spoke, Bobby rolled onto his back and waved his paws in the air with a complete lack of dignity.

“Safe to say he is rather taken as well,” Tom chuckled. “Absolutely shameless! Mind if I have a seat? It seems a shame to deprive them.”

He gestured to the bench next to hers, wanting to keep a safe distance and indicate he respected her space, and the woman nodded. She was dressed much more simply than her dog, he noticed. Black leggings and long rose colored tee shirt, a pair of keds. Apparently, she got all of her whimsy out on her pup.

“What’s his name?” she asked, watching as the dogs frolicked with each other.

“Bobby,” he supplied. “I’m Tom.”

“I’m Leia, and that ridiculous creature is Lulu.”

“Like the princess?” he couldn’t help but ask with a chuckle.

“General,” she answered without missing a beat. “It’s what happens when you are born during the release of a cultural phenomenon. Pity all of the little girls out there now being named Daenerys or Gamora.”

Tom held his breath for a moment. If she was a Marvel fan, then did he have to worry about her recognizing him? Fortunately, she seemed more interested in the game of tag their companions were playing, and he let himself relax.

“There’s a dog run about half a mile from here,” he suggested after a few minutes of companionable silence. “It’s actually where we were headed.”

“I know, but Lulu is so skittish,” Leia sighed. “She just huddles in a little ball when the bigger dogs come near her.”

“She seems fine with Bobbers.”

“I know! Your adorable boy is some sort of sorcerer! It makes me so happy to see her playing with another dog!”

“I have to ask…”

“The dress?” she guessed; voice wry.

“Yeah.”

“She’s a rescue. When I got her, she was a pathetic, bedraggled little thing that had been there for ages. It was winter, and the first times I took her out I had to put a coat on her. After that, she started equating dressing with going out, and would get so excited every time I took a coat or sweater out for her. When the weather warmed up, I realized that I missed the way she would jump up and literally throw herself into whatever I had picked out for her to wear. It’s completely silly, I know, but it makes her happy, and she just looks so cute!”

Tom’s heart melted a little as he listened to her explain. Yes, the dog looked silly, but it was such a sweet reason that suddenly the little dress transformed into a symbol of kindness rather than an eccentricity.

“She does look adorable,” he said.

A beeping noise had him drawing his phone from his pocked, and he was surprised at the time. He had to get back home soon for a virtual session with his trainer. Oddly, he found himself reluctant to go. It had been so long since he had just spent time with another person, it had felt good just to sit in her presence and relax.

“I’m afraid I have to get going. But Bobby and I usually walk this way around lunch time,” he blurted out, lying through his teeth. “Hopefully we will run into you lovely ladies again. So that the dogs can play.”

He was more grateful for the mask than ever, as it hopefully hid the blush he could feel coloring his face. Once more her vivid eyes sparkled and she stood up too, twisting around with him as they attempted to untangle the leashes.

“I’m sure Lulu would love that!” she told him, picking up the golden dog as she whined and tried to follow after her new friend. “We’ll see you around, Tom. Bobby.”

With a jaunty step he let his long legs take him away, looking forward to tomorrow already.

It rained the next two days. Not just a soft drizzle but am early summer storm that made the idea of a pleasant walk a fantasy. Tom and Bobby both resented the weather, and it was a toss up which of them was more disagreeable as they were forced to stay indoors.

When the sun shone on the third day, Tom immediately cancelled all of his afternoon plans. He had waited patiently, he told himself, he was not going to let this day go to waste. It was for Bobby’s sake, after all. The pup deserved a nice day out after being shut up inside.

They left home mid-morning, Tom unable to sit still any longer. He couldn’t say why exactly he was so keen on meeting Leia and her silly dog again, but he had been able to think of nothing else during his enforced isolation. Perhaps it was simply the novelty of meeting someone new who didn’t instantly faun over him or act nervous and shy. She treated him as though he were just an ordinary guy walking his dog in the park; which of course was what he was!

He arrived at the benches where they had met earlier that week, but they were empty. It was still early, so they made a circuit of the nearby trails. His eyes always alert for their new friends. They passed a few other people walking their pets, but both Tom and Bobby were uninterested beyond a nod hello and brief sniff. The Hiddleston men were both to focused on finding particular companions.

It was, as it had been before, Bobby who first discovered their presence. As they were walking through a more secluded, twisting section of the park, the dog’s ears pricked up and he began barking in excitement. Tail wagging frantically, Bobby yanked on the lead and pulled Tom along behind him as he took off around a curve. A high pitched yip sounded from the direction he headed.

“Well hello there!” Leia greeted him, leaning down to scratch Bobby’s head as he and Lulu danced around each other. “We were hoping to run into you boys again!”

“Eh heh heh,” Tom laughed, dancing around to keep his leash from entangling too badly with hers. “Obviously Bobby here was looking forward to that as well! As was I.”

“Well then, I am so happy you found us.”

He felt absurdly pleased as they fell into step beside each other. The two dogs were happy to walk along, darting back and forth in play as they went.

“Were you going anywhere in particular?” Leia asked casually.

“Oh, just wandering about,” Tom answered, not wanting to admit that they had been on a mission to hunt down the ladies.

“Well then, we can wander together.”

As the dogs played, Tom and Leia chatted happily. He learned that she was an aspiring writer working on edits to her first novel, and a tour guide, specializing in guiding small groups around literary sights in London as a way to earn money.

“Of course, it’s hard to be a tour guide with no tourists,” she sighed. “You would think it would give me more time to write, but its hard to focus. Anyway, I talk too much. What about you?”

“Oh, I’m on furlough,” he shrugged, staying vague. “Just loafing about the house, annoying Bobby. So what is your novel about?”

He managed to direct the conversation back to her, even though she avoided the subject of her book. Instead, she brought up some of the more interesting places she had brought tourists. Tom, a proud Londoner, had been to many of them, and they happily discussed the more interesting locations. She seemed impressed that he had read books by most of the authors they discussed and was quite ready with a line or two from memory. In turn, Tom loved how expressive she became when describing the joy people experienced finding themselves walking in the footsteps of their favorite fictional characters.

By the time Leia announced that she and Lulu needed to head home, (Tom thought he detected regret in her voice) he was surprised to realize that they had been talking for almost two hours. It was the most pleasant afternoon he had passed in some time.

After that, Tom and Bobby spent every afternoon in the park. At first, they managed to “stumble” upon their companions most days. The days they did not were frustrating for both of them and usually ended with them barking at each other. After a few run-ins with Leia and Lulu however, Tom took the plunge and asked if they would like to make their daily meetups official. Leia seemed pleased, but with the caveat that some days she did need to stay home and write when she was struck by the rare inspiration. Tom deflated momentarily, thinking she was looking for an out, until she offered to text him an let him know if they would be absent. He happily gave her his cell phone number and took hers in return, letting her know that she should feel free to text anytime and then feeling like an idiot the minute the words left his mouth.

Over the next two weeks they met all but three days – two because of her writing and one when the skies once more conspired to thwart him. Their conversations ranged from literature to films to favorite places to travel. Leia sometimes teased him about his obvious upper class life style, jetting about to Viet Nam, Hawaii, Australia… but that was the closest his celebrity status ever came to being brought up. He would occasionally feel a stab of guilt over keeping that part of himself from her, it felt dishonest to lie by omission, but he was enjoying being just Tom, and didn’t want to spoil it.

Tom started taking more care in his appearance as the days went on. Gone were the torn running shorts and frayed t-shirts, and in their place were his slim fitting dark jeans and more presentable tops. If those tops also stretched a bit tight across his chest to better show off his muscles, well, he had worked hard enough to achieve them! He made some attempt to style his untamable locks as well, experimenting with different products until he found something that made the curls less crunchy. If he was remembering Leia’s off hand comment about how she liked his natural curls no one else needed to know that.

On the one month anniversary of meeting them in the park, Tom paced nervously back and forth near their favorite bench as he waited for them to arrive. He had a proposition for Leia and hoped desperately that she would say yes. When Bobby started frisking about he knew that he would see her walking Lulu, and spun around to see her come towards them.

“Sorry I’m late!” she smiled with her eyes. “This one managed to hide my house keys, and it took half an hour to track them down to her stash under the sofa.”

Lulu looked unrepentant as she pranced around Bobby, and Tom chuckled good naturedly. He gestured to the bench and sat after Leia, leaning back and stretching out his legs.

“No worries, honestly,” he assured her. “I am just delighted you are here now.”

“You are the perfect gentleman.”

“All lies, I assure you,” he waited for a moment, wanting to sound casual, and then launched into it unable to delay any longer. “I was wondering… The park is lovely, of course, but I thought it might be nice – for Lulu and Bobby – if they had a bit more freedom to run about. Lulu being afraid of the dog run, she has no opportunity to be off leash, and that can’t be too fun for our furry companions.”

“They seem to be having a good time to me,” Leia laughed, looking at where the dogs were investigating a small pile of leaves by the side of the trail. “But what did you have in mind?”

“Well, you see, our house has an enclosed back yard. Not huge, mind you, but large enough they would be able to chase to their hearts content without fearing larger beasts. I thought that perhaps you and Lulu might want to come over this Friday evening for dinner. There’s a testing sight not far from here. We could each get swabbed to make sure we are uncontagious. My bubble is only my Mum and Bobbers, and from what you’ve told me yours isn’t much bigger. It should be reasonably safe for you to come. I could make us dinner, and we could eat outside. If you would be comfortable with it, that is.”

He tried to look calm, but inside Tom was a riot of nerves as he waited for her answer. Leia’s brow crinkled in thought, and she glanced again to where the dogs were once more hopping back and forth across the path.

“I can’t do Friday,” she told him, and his heart fell.

“Oh, alright then. It was just an idea.”

“Friday is my virtual book club,” she went on, talking over him. “Would Saturday work?”

“Saturday would be perfect!” he beamed.

“Great! I’ll go to the clinic for a test tomorrow then. Would you like me to bring anything?”

“Just Lulu and a healthy appetite.”

“Excellent! Now what do you say we walk over to the little waterfall?”

Tom practically floated through the rest of their walk. He had enjoyed getting to know her so much, but he wanted to spend more than an hour or two at a time with her. Dinner would give them a chance to really relax. Plus, he was dying to see her mouth. After a month of imagining her smile he wanted to know if what he had in his mind was anywhere close to reality. She would see his full face too, but if she hadn’t recognized him by now it was doubtful she would from the lower half of his face.

His confidence dipped a bit when they returned home. Looking around, Tom began to panic. Between photos of him in his full Loki regalia to a group picture with the cast of Skull island, there were far too many give aways of his fame. She might not recognize him, but you would have to like on another planet not to know who Sam Jackson was!

Tom spent the next few days rearranging his home. His awards, normally discreetly placed in a cabinet in his living room on the insistence of his mother, were moved to a back shelf in his office closet. The set photos from a decade plus of filming were shoved under his bed and various pieces of memorabilia were secreted away in the spare bedroom. By the time he was done his guilt had increased but he was fairly confident that all trace of his career had been tucked away safely.

“Well, Bobbers, let’s hope we don’t blow this,” he sighed, adjusting the bandana he had bought to go around the dog’s neck. Bobby whined slightly and Tom grinned. “None of that, you want to look good for your date. She has a fondness for clothing, after all.”

Bobby gave him a look that said he clearly knew Lulu was not the one Tom was trying to impress with his new fashion statement, but Tom cheerfully ignored it. Tonight was going to be a wonderful night.

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buckysgoldenheart · 4 years

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Just Something: Henry x Reader

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: You’re very cautious about relationships and don’t typically have them. Henry made you want to try, but you still struggle to keep your past from affecting your future with him. P.S. Henry is super supportive and caring.

Warnings/notes: Bits of smut. Fluff (ends fluffy). Emotional distress. Mention of past negative relationships. Anxiety. Cursing.

I tried to proofread this, but, like, i suck at it, sooooo....like I said, I tried :)

Words: 1675

As always, comments are appreciated 😊

You hadn’t moved since he started making you dinner. A mix of your favorite foods, because he was so damn happy, and he would do anything to make you as happy as you made him. It had been the same every night for the past few weeks. He’d been as sweet as toffee, and you were starting to get a stomach ache despite your best efforts to stave it off. You didn’t want to be sick; you weren’t supposed to be sick. But you’d never been overwhelmed with another’s affection before.

“So, I was thinking,” Henry called from the kitchen as you sat on the couch, staring at the wall. He popped his head around the corner. “Instead of renting, we should just buy a small place, you know, so we have somewhere to call home every time we’re back in London.”

You didn’t respond, not on purpose. It was like his words had smashed up against an invisible barrier surrounding your body and shattered to the ground before they could reach you. You instead tried to recall the name of the shade of white you had chosen for your walls all those years ago. Eggshell, you had decided. Must’ve been Eggshell. Though it could’ve been something stupid, like Dove-Feather White. You were in a different state of mind when you first rented your apartment; Frilly things and cutesy names brought unexpected smiles to your face. Comparing shades of a color that were really exactly the same no matter what lighting you viewed them under was something you needed before Henry was in your life.

Now you didn’t care, not really. He inched his way into making himself more important than wall paint or any decorative things alike. Back then, you couldn’t decide if it was a good or bad thing that he brought this change. When men mistreated you, you threw yourself into anything you could, and when you moved four years ago, you decided to focus on making a new space your own; whatever that meant. Spending a week choosing the stupid shade of white was therapeutic after you had just escaped another man. Then you met Henry.

Henry is different. Henry is different. Henry is different, you used to say over and over in your head, all the while wondering when he was going to do or say some random, unforeseen thing that neither of you could know might send you reeling. You figured it would happen eventually, you just didn’t know when. But then it didn’t.

“Y/N?”

You jumped at his voice. In your daze, you failed to notice him sneak his way beside you. When you looked at up him, he was already watching you, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Baby, did you hear me?” He asked as he ran his hand down your hair.

“What?”

He crouched down in front of you and placed his palms on your knees. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“Um,” You blinked hard to bring yourself back from the underside of reality. “Sorry, what did you say a minute ago?”

“Just that I want to buy a place in London for us.”

“Us?” Us. Not a word you were used to. Before him, it was always me’s vs you’s.

Henry chuckled. “That was the idea, yes.”

“Why?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking, but you knew the answer.

“Wha…What do you mean ‘why’?” He cocked his head. “I love you. We leave for there in a few days. It’d be nice to have a home to return to after a long day of filming, and I want that home to have you in it.”

You nodded, and kept nodding, more to yourself than in response to what he said. This thing between you and him was meant to last the totality of a single night and yet, somehow, he had made it a little too easy for you to want him longer. But at the time, longer didn’t mean forever, not to you. To Henry, though, allowing him to break down some of your walls gave him the freedom to imagine a future you weren’t sure you could promise. You wished you could promise him the world, but he didn’t want the world. He just wanted you. And maybe that was worse. Maybe that was harder to give.

“You, me, and Kal.” He smiled.

You stared at how his lips parted, how just enough teeth showed. Did he know what that smile did to you? Did he know it was one of the things that tricked you into craving him? Your heart fluttered inside you, but when your expression didn’t change, his face fell.

“You’re panicking,” He said.

“Henry—”

“I can see it all over you, baby. Is it too quick? I know we finally made things exclusive between the two of us, and that was a big step, but if this is too soon then we don’t have to get a house now. I want us to live together, but you have to want it too.”

He was perfect and, in a way, you hated it. You hated that he was so understanding and gentle to the point where your insecure mind questioned his sincerity. You hated that he made your stomach and heart and bones melt to goo when you’d spent so many years working to build yourself sturdy. But, fuck, you loved him. Sometimes, you hated that too. Everything is easier when you don’t love someone.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He continued. “I’m being selfish. You agreed to be mine a month ago and I’m already trying to—”

“It’s not that,” You said. But maybe it was. You weren’t sure.

You were so scared to break him. You were scared to break yourself again. The deeper your relationship went, the more it felt like a pane of glass rising to the sky. With each day you loved him, each step you took towards him, that pane rose. But the higher it got, you realized if this thing between you fell apart, the more shards there would be when that glass hit the ground; too many shards for the sheet to ever be put back together again.

The most horrible part of everything was that you wanted it. You wanted him and his love and Kal and the house, and you still couldn’t stop yourself from worrying and—

His warm mouth was on yours and you had no idea when that happened. He’d tilted your face up and his lips gently caressed your own, bringing you back. He always brought you back to the surface when you couldn’t do it yourself.

“Come on, baby,” He whispered against your lips, his hands dragging from your shoulders to intertwine your fingers. He pulled you up from the couch with kisses and nibbles on your neck that had you moaning. “I love the feel your pulse against my lips,” He groaned. “I love that I make it go faster.”

“Henry,” You softly cried.

He licked a small stripe along your collar bone then sucked at the skin. “Bedtime,” He hummed, and it made your entire body shiver.

“Dinner?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He leaned back to look in your eyes and waited for you to nod. When you did, he smiled and touched your cheek, then walked you to your bedroom.

Slowly, he pushed you back on the bed until your head hit the plush pillow he’d bought when he learned you were having sleeping problems, then he undid the button of your jeans and slipped them off with your underwear. You yanked your shirt off and he undressed, and as you tossed your bra to the floor, he crawled on top of you.

“You love me?” He asked, pecking your lips.

You wound your fingers in his hair, and his breath hitched. “You ask every day,” You said.

“Every day I need to know. I want to make sure I’m not forcing something.”

You sighed as he placed a kiss on your chin, then jaw, then forehead. “I should tell you myself without you needing to ask.”

He shook his head and said, “It’s hard for you. So, I will ask and pray you say ‘yes’ until you feel like you can say it on your own.”

For the first time in the night, you kissed him before he could kiss you. “I do love you.”

“And I love you,” He told you, as he had a thousand times before. He slid his hard cock inside of you before the emotional wave of his words drowned you fully. His gasp mixed pleasantly with your own. “God, I really love you.”

Whimpers escaped your throat as he pulled out and shoved himself back into you again and again until he was the only thing you could feel. His cock as he stretched your walls, the skin on his back trapped under your fingernails, his hot breath on your neck. All of it consumed you.

There were days, when your brain would convince you of the worst and you found yourself unintentionally keeping Henry outside of your bubble, your personal and safe space where no one could completely reach you. But, God, when you let Henry inside that space…when that bubble became both of your bubble, it was the best damn thing the world had ever or could ever give you. It was the best damn thing you could give yourself.

You wrapped your legs tight around his hips as he came, and the feeling of him spilling inside you sent you over the edge with a sob that he smothered when he kissed you. Your chests rose and fell in sync, then he flipped your bodies over until you were splayed on top of him. You lazily kissed patches of his skin from his pecks, to his shoulders and neck.

“I want the house.” You whispered.

His hands were on either side of your face in the same breath and his eyes searched yours. He smiled when you gave no hint of uncertainty. “Yea?”

“Yea.”

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nocturnal-milk-dud · 3 years

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Man Made of Stone: Chapter Ten

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x Reader

Summary: “Carrillo was resigned to see you go, felt obliged to keep you safe, was unwilling to go any further than that.”

Rating: PG-13

Warnings/notes: smoking; language; alcohol consumption; Horacio’s arms are where home is, baby (did i make it make sense?); ummmm I think this is it folks. This is a really weird feeling and it’s making it really hard to hit the post button. Thank you all for going on this journey with me 💞

Word count: ~1500

You startled awake, head snapping up from Javier’s desk. Your breathing was ragged and cool sweat pooled at your temples. A piece of paper was stuck to your cheek and you peeled it away with a grimace. You didn’t even remember falling asleep, exhaustion apparently taking over. Murphy eyed you warily from his desk, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers.

“You okay?” he asked and you nodded, relaxing back into the chair with a deep breath.

“Yeah, nightmare.” When the three of you had arrived at the embassy with your police escort, Javier had been whisked away for medical care and you had been left alone in the office while Murphy had an emergency meeting to discuss next steps. He and Javier would have to relocate, hide out until things cooled down. What did that mean for you? You nearly jumped out of your skin when the phone on Murphy’s desk rang.

“Yeah, we’re all good here,” Murphy said. “They’re taking care of Javi and we’ll need to lay low for a while, but we made it out. Tell me you got every one of those fuckers.” When he said that you looked up, realizing who he must have been talking to. There was a long moment of silence during which Murphy’s eyes locked briefly onto yours and he pushed back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk. “Yeah, she’s here.” More silence. You held your breath.

“They’ll be moving me out in the morning,” Murphy said, leaning forward in his chair to reach his ashtray. “She can stay with me as long as--” his eyebrows lifted and he stopped speaking, Carrillo having cut him off. “That works too.” You watched as Murphy hung up the phone. He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a bottle, filling two glasses and placing one at the edge of his desk for you.

“Looks like you’re going to Medellín,” he said.

You couldn’t stop fidgeting after the phone call. You had tried pressing Murphy for more information, but he had nothing to give, simply saying that Carrillo would be picking you up in a few hours. He wanted to keep you safe, and the only way to do that was to keep you with him--that had to be what he was thinking. But what if he was still upset with you? As far as Carrillo knew you were still intent upon leaving, and after what happened that day…weren’t you? Shouldn’t you? No one would blame you.

You slouched against Javier’s desk, your back to Murphy, a cigarette burning between your fingers, a long coil of ash at its tip. The nightmare played over in your head and your stomach pitched and roiled.

“Would you think less of me?” You repeated the words to yourself in a soft whisper. You remembered Charlie’s face the first time he told you he’d been threatened and you asked him if he was afraid.

“I would have thought less of you if you tried to tell me you weren’t afraid,” you mumbled to yourself. You felt that same terror now, running your hand over the skin under your chin and down the front of your neck. It was like an elephant sitting on your chest, crushing your heart and your lungs, making you gasp and claw in panic. It could happen again. It could happen to him.

“Time to go,” Murphy said.

Your heart was in your throat as you walked through the dark parking lot of the embassy. It felt like it was right behind the thinnest layer of skin, like its strings could only take one last tug before it burst from you, and that final tug came when you saw Carrillo step out of the police truck. Murphy and embassy security stood beside you as you waited for the gate to open, eyes glued to Carrillo where he stood on the other side, hands on his hips, speaking quietly to Trujillo.

“I’ve arranged for you to stay at CNP headquarters until things quiet down,” Carrillo said to you as the gate slid open. “When it’s safe my men will escort you to the airport and wait for you to board your flight.” His words could have rooted you to the spot and they almost did. Carrillo was resigned to see you go, felt obliged to keep you safe, was unwilling to go any further than that. But his tone was soft like it had been when the two of you were alone in Javier’s apartment, and that was what you focused on. You stepped forward and slid your arms through his, pressing your body firmly against his. You could feel Carrillo tense, his arms slow to wrap around you, but when they did his hands splayed wide across your back, pulling you as close as he could in his tight, blanketing embrace. Your fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt, felt his heat beneath, his heart beating with yours--you grounded yourself in his realness.

“Colonel,” Trujillo said, his voice soft but insistent, “no estamos seguros aquí.” Carrillo pulled away, but his hands didn’t leave you. He nodded and helped you into the truck where the two of you sat side by side, and as it started to move he turned your hand over on his knee, running his thumb gently over the scraped, reddened skin of your palm. You took his hand in both of yours and rested your head on his shoulder.

“It’s not much but you’ll be safe here,” Carrillo said, standing in the doorway of a room with metal bunk beds and rolled up mattresses. It was the first time he’d spoken to you since you’d left Bogotá, having maintained his silence in the helicopter as well. He had a blanket and pillow in his arms. “Safer than you were with Peña, anyway.”

“Javi didn’t do anything wrong,” you said, following him into the room.

“If he had just picked up the phone this all could have been avoided.” There was something in Carrillo’s voice, a hard edge that hadn’t been there before. You watched as he set up the bottom bunk, rolling out the mattress and tossing down the bedding.

“You can’t blame Javi for that. We were fighting.” Carrillo stopped what he was doing and straightened up, looking at you.

“Fighting?”

“I told him I was staying, he didn’t like that, we argued. I remember the phone ringing but we were right in the middle of it.” Carrillo sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You stepped towards him, thinking that perhaps the last wall had fallen, but what he said next floored you:

“You should go.”

“What?” Carrillo was quiet for so long that the silence prompted you to say his name. It was a soft plea for him to see you, touch you, speak to you--all those things he was struggling with in that moment.

“Are you trying to tell me you weren’t terrified today?” he asked. “Because if you had any doubts about leaving, that gun to your head should have put them to rest.”

“Of course I was terrified,” you said, “but I don’t get this, first you’re upset with me for leaving, now you’re telling me to go. Is there a third option I’m missing where everybody’s happy?” The emotions of the day piled behind your words and you couldn’t stop yourself, your voice rising. “You know, I think you misspoke the other day when you said you don’t have time for games: you meant to say you only have time for your own.”

“I’ve been selfish!” Carrillo snapped, getting to his feet. You stopped breathing then, your eyes wide. It was the first time he’d ever raised his voice around you, to you. It wasn’t in anger, no, it was in fear, and that surprised you even more. Carrillo’s eyebrows were turned up in the middle, his lips pinched tight. He turned his back to you, gripping a metal upright in one hand while the other rested on his hip, working to gather his composure. His voice was level when he spoke again: “I’m a danger to you. And if I had been a second too late...it wasn’t fair of me to pressure you. You have a way out, you should take it.” The silence in the room was heavy and you were exhausted. Exhausted from thinking, from feeling, from arguing. It was time to just be alive together.

“But I don’t,” you said finally, “not until things quiet down, right?” You walked over to Carrillo and spread your palms out over his back, feeling him relax beneath your touch. Slowly, you brought them around his sides, up over the curve of his stomach, coming to rest over his heart. Carrillo’s hands joined yours as you pressed your forehead into his back.

“You saved my life,” you whispered. “Take me home, Horacio.”

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jpat82 · 3 years

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Turn Back The Clock: Duckingham Palace

Let's rewind the time, before you married your beloved Tom, before the endless amounts of feathers floated through the house. Wade was a tiny thing, chirping up a storm, and angrily hissing up a storm anytime Tom would come near the brooder you had set up into the bedroom.

The day after you had called the bird sanctuary and found out they wouldn't take the tiny ball of feathers you had set about learning everything you could about the upkeep and care for ducks. What you hadn't planned was how fast the duckling would grow, and as of now Wade's head would poke above the edge of the brooder and nab anything in close enough proximity.

He had you in panic one day when you saw a bit of red in his poo, Tom was sitting on the edge of the bed talking about an film he was going to be doing two months from now. Your heart raced as the slightly feathered bird chirped and chirped at the corner of the brooder by Tom who was ignoring the duck.

"Tom, there's red, red in his poo, red in the brooder." Your voice raised a notch as you searched for the reason. Tom stopped talking and looked down to see what you were talking about.

"Could this be the reason why?" Tom asked, slight annoyance in his voice as he held up the end of your thick fuzzy red blanket. Bald patches in the corner, the fluff stripped from it, you looked back at the precocious bird, eyeing a piece of red fluff in his beak. He had stopping making his usual ruckus to look over at you, before turning his head and taking a nab at the blanket.

"Naughty little duck, you were caught red beaked, weren't you." You giggled as the panic you felt eased away in an instant.

It was at that point you had both decided that it was time for your feathery companion to live outside full time. His feathers had molted and his adult feathers had come in (mostly). Tom ordered a dog run, the set up to keep the predators out and way from your little friend. He made sure to get one with a canopy to keep hawks and other flying critters at bay.

So in the mean time Tom set about leveling a corner of the yard, it was hot back breaking work but he didn’t complain to loudly about the desk at hand. And before long Tom was shirtless, sweat dripping down his back in the summer sun. Being the gentleman that he was he refused to let you help him, plus he knew where you went the tripping hazard, err duck, was sure to follow.

"Tom, are you sure you don't want any help?" You asked, taking a sip of your iced lemonade as you stayed under the shade on the deck.

"I'm sure darling." He replied stopping for a moment, wiping a tip of sweat that was forming at his brow. "Though I will take a sip of that lemonade."

You smiled sweetly as you stood, taking care not to step on the energetic ball of feathers. You came down the steps on the back porch, eyeing the box that the large dog run came in. You were slightly worried, the box didn't seam like it would be heavy enough to hold the run and the cover but Tom had assured you multiple times that it did.

"Looks like you got the area leveled, I'm guessing that's next?" You asked, hooking your head the box with the words Lucky Dog stamped a tossed in.

Tom nodded as he took a big drink from the cold glass. Wade bustled about, squawking and hissing at the flowers blooming next to porch. He lifted his little wing, feathers taking flight before he karate chopped downward causing the bright purple flower to spring back and hit him in his bill. Wade fell backward in shock, his little webbed feet kicking in the air.

“Yep.” He took a deep breath as he wandered to the box and started to rip it open.

You walked over to the prone animal. He stopped moving for a brief moment and cocked his head at you.

“That mean ole tulip got you good, didn’t it?” You cooed at him as you picked him up. Wake started squawking louder as he nestled into your arms.

You turned around to see your boyfriend. Tom had pulled the contents of the box out onto the lawn and paused for a moment. You stood there biting down on your lip when you noticed just a little bit of metal and a tarp. No chain link, no longer pieces of metal. This was obviously not everything, looked like it was just the top. But you managed not to say anything as you sat back down under the shade of the tree with the ball of feathers who at this point has quieted down.

“Darling.” Tom sighed as he putting his hands on his hips. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and typed away.

“Yes, Tom.” You replied sweetly.

“I think I will finish this tomorrow.” He stated as he looked over at you. “I think I’ll start building his castle first at then put the run together.”

“Sounds like a marvelous idea.” You chuckled lightly as Tom went to the pile of lumber.

Hours passed by, in that time you had weeded your garden, pulled Wade away from Tom, plant flowers along the fence line, pulled Wade away from Tom, started to prep for dinner, pulled Wade away from Tom. By the time dinner was ready to put on the grill Tom had stepped away from what looked like it was supposed to be a dog house with a turret.

However the turret looked like one good gust of wind would knock it over, and the walls were uneven. The roof sloped to the left and the door was already falling off. He stood looking at it with his hands on his fist, Wade hissing the awkward looking castle. Or at least that’s what Tom told you he was going to build. He looked up pictures on the internet claiming how easy it would be to build.

He knelt down after grabbing one more screw, mumbling something about the door when Wade swung his feathery butt around catching the door with his mostly bare rear. The door swung back harshly catching the man in the face. You rushed down the steps as the avian cocked his head at Tom before waddling over and rubbing his head against the man’s chest

“Tom, are you okay?” You asked kneeling down next to him.

“I’m fine darling.” He said pulling his hand away from his face looking at his palm. He had an angry red welt between his eyes and nose but nothing seemed broken. He blinked a couple times and then looked at the bird who was currently try to snuggle on him.

“You know Tom, I was thinking.” You bit your lip as you looked down at your boyfriend. “Maybe Wade could live inside with us.”

Tom took a heavy breath and looked back at the falling castle and down at the mischievous bird. He shook his head as he sighed out.

“Two against one, not fair.” He remarked before looking up at you. “Alright, but only till I can built a better house for him.”

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jobean12-blog · 3 years

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Love at first Bite

Pairing: Bucky x reader (shy!reader)

Word Count: 1,414 (apparently I forgot how to drabble)

Summary: You’re making pizza and Bucky wants to help

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and the super sweet prompt below from @buckobucho I also got a fun pizza prompt from the lovely @skkye that was great inspiration for this. I also clearly have a love for Bucky and food so...haha yay! I hope you both enjoy this! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: super soft fluff, shy!reader being cute and Bucky loving it, pizza fun, a Bucky kiss or two :)

You walk into the kitchen carrying the supplies to make your pizza, the ingredients piled so high you can barely see over the top of them. It isn’t until you hit something solid that you realize you’ve bumped right into Bucky. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you. I have all these things and I wasn’t paying attention and I should have been but…”

Realizing you’re rambling you promptly clamp your mouth shut and look down, shuffling your feet. Bucky carefully starts to take some of the cans from you and places them down on the counter, “it’s fine doll. No problem at all. You didn’t get hurt though, did you?” You shake your head no and try to look him in the eye but his soft smile and the crinkles around his eyes make you lose focus.

“What are you making?” You knit your brow, “huh?” He motions to all the stuff on the counter and you look over, shaking your head to clear it. “OH! Um, pizza! I’m making pizza!” You quickly start moving around the kitchen and gathering the things you need, hoping it will hide the blush creeping up your neck. “That’s awesome! I love pizza! I’m about to workout with Steve but if you need some help I’ll stop by after.”

You immediately get nervous and don’t know what to say. You want him to help but you just know you’ll somehow manage to make a fool of yourself. Before you get a chance to mumble a response he waves and trots off toward the stairs. You blow out some air and let your shoulders slump, running your hand down your face, “shit.”

Making the dough is the hardest part so you get started on that right away, mixing the ingredients and kneading and rolling it out. Once that’s done you set it aside to rise and start making the sauce. The kitchen is really starting to smell amazing and you hardly notice the faint scent of Bucky, his fresh out of the shower hair still wet and his soft tee shirt clinging tightly to his body.

“How’s it going in here beautiful?” You’re so startled that you spin around with the wooden spoon still in hand and spray Bucky and his shirt with sauce. “Oh no! It’s hot! Quick, take it off!” You rush over to him and start to pull his shirt from his body, squealing when it gets stuck on his metal arm, “I don’t want you to get burned.” Bucky laughs, his whole body shaking with the gesture, “it’s ok doll face. I’m fine, I promise. Doesn’t even sting.”

He’s now standing in front of you shirtless and the moment you realize it you start to feel lightheaded, “oh. Well. Thank goodness. I, uh, I’m really sorry! Let me clean this for you.” You turn around so fast that your head spins even more and you have to clutch the countertop. “Woah, you ok? Don’t be upset. Really. It’s all good.”

You swallow hard and try to smile, “ok, thanks. I’ll just rinse this out a bit.” Your eyes drop to his chest before they go wide and you look away, dipping your head and scrubbing entirely too much soap into the sauce spots. “Thanks doll, I’m gonna go grab another tee shirt, be right back.” You don’t answer him and just continue trying to get his shirt clean, feeling the tightness in your shoulders ease slightly when he comes back, now fully clothed.

“Ok, I think I got most of it out, just needs to be washed.” He smiles, “thanks,” and takes the shirt, flinging it over his shoulder, “so what part are you up to now?” Trying to get your mind out of the gutter you stir the sauce and start explaining your next steps, “so I have to stretch out the dough then put the sauce and toppings on before it goes into the oven.”

“Cool. I’m always amazed at how anyone can do the whole throwing the dough in the air thing!” You laugh awkwardly, “uh, yea well I’m not necessarily any good at it but I try.” Uncovering the dough, you start to roll it out with the rolling pin and Bucky stands behind you, his closeness enveloping you in a comforting warmth. “Give me a job so I can help.”

You look around, finally pointing to the ball of fresh mozzarella cheese, “would you mind slicing that up real thin?” Bucky takes a knife and expertly twirls it around, “not at all.” You giggle, watching as he makes great work of the cheese, “that’s perfect! I like it thin.” “Me too,” he chimes, popping a whole piece in his mouth. “Hey Buck, don’t eat all the cheese on us!”

He shoves one more piece in his mouth before winking at you, “oh yea, what are you gonna do about it? You turn his way and throw the dough up once, not very high, but enough to make Bucky raise his brows in awe, “nothing I guess. What could I possibly do to stop you?” You try to make your comment sound flirty, but it comes out sounding more like you’re constipated.

Inwardly cringing you put all your concentration into tossing the dough higher this time and smile when it rises above his head and lands back in your hands. “Beautiful.” You almost don’t realize what he said or that he’s even talking to you until he’s standing only inches away. “What?” you mumble, trying to keep your gaze from dropping to his lips.

“He does nothing to hide the way his eyes wander over your face, landing on your mouth before he says, “I said, you’re beautiful.” You stare at him, unable to talk and when he takes a step closer you toss the dough up between your bodies so hard and so high it sticks to the ceiling. By the time you look up and then back down at him, his face is so close to yours you can see the gray hairs that pepper his beard, “nice throw.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to not be a fool, “thanks.” It comes out as a squeak and Bucky chuckles, lifting his thumb to your cheek and brushing it over your soft skin. He tilts his head and brings his chest flush to yours, humming at the feel of you pressed so close, “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”

He gently cradles your jaw and brings you forward, lightly brushing his lips to yours, “is this ok?” You can only nod, letting your eyes flutter closed just as his warm lips press to yours. Your fingers comb through his hair and drag him closer, your small moan making Bucky growl eagerly. Pulling away to catch your breath you keep your eyes closed a moment longer, opening them only to stare into Bucky’s lust blown pupils.

“Wow,” you whisper, standing motionless in his arms. “You can say that again.” You lick your lips, wanting him to kiss you again but unsure about what to do. “I’m not done. Not even close,” he says, grinning and then looking up at the ceiling. “But, uh, Doll? We might want to get the pizza off the ceiling and into the oven. It’s gonna collect ants.” Your confused look makes him laugh and you finally bring your eyes up, covering your mouth to stifle a laugh when you see where the dough is.

“Oh my gosh. I can’t believe I did that.” You look from Bucky to the dough and back to Bucky. “I can’t reach it. Can you?” He stands on his tippy toes and raises an arm, trying to carefully peel it off with one hand while the other waits under in case it falls. Just when it looks like he’s about to succeed the whole thing slooshes off and lands on his head and half on his arm.

This time you don’t hide your laughter, pointing at him and bending over at the waist. “Oh man, I wish you could see yourself right now!” Bucky smirks and grabs your wrist, trapping you against his chest, “oh yea? You better stop laughing.” You don’t, instead picking at the dough and laughing harder. Without a warning he crashes his lips to yours, dough and all. You melt into him immediately, paying no mind to the dough now tangled in your fingers and on your clothing.

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