Why do you pull my knees to the ground. While I scream no one hears a sound. Soon you pull my arms so hard I bow my head. You make everyday full of dread. I scream and cry yet you tell me to wipe my eye. I’ve meditated and medicated.
I say I am fine, as johnny cash said “I walk the line.”
summary: When you come home from work having an awful day, Tom takes care of you... In the best way.
Drabble Prompt #28: “You're still mad?”
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Tom knew it as soon as you walked through the door, the way your face contorted with absolute annoyance. He was busy standing over the stove, finishing up dinner, having made it home earlier than you. “Hi, baby,” His voice rang out into the foyer where you were. You pulled the scarf off of your neck and shimmied yourself out of your jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack.
Making your way into the kitchen, you slapped his ass just because, and then opened up the cabinet door. The wine glasses were stashed all the way at the top, making you groan. Your grabby hands flew out and Tom held back his laugh, admiring just how utterly adorable you looked when struggling height-wise.
“Please?” You breathed, not even looking at him.
Tom, with ease, reached his hand above and grabbed the wine glass, putting it in your small hands. “Thank you,” You resonated and soon you were grabbing the ice-cold bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. You filled the glass all the way to the top, ignoring the fact there was a certain stopping point. Tom stirred around the food in the pan, watching as you hid the wine back in the fridge and took a seat on the barstool.
“What happened?” He immediately asked. You turned your head up to stare at him.
“Hmm?” You sighed.
Tom laughed, walking over to stand behind you. His arms came around to wrap around your shoulders, hugging you to his chest. You took a long sip of the wine, your face holding a grimace. “Just a bad day,” You answered honestly. “I really want to go to bed.”
He nodded, kissing your cheek. “Tired?”
“No,” You retorted.
His eyebrows furrowed. “Then why do you want to go to bed?” He smirked.
You shrugged. “Netflix, cuddles, and… wine.” You moaned when you allowed the lush red liquid to race down your throat again. Tom laughed in your ear.
“Bet I can put you to sleep…” He whispered into your ear, his lips pressing underneath your ear. Your eyes immediately rolled into the back of your head, a soft groan erupting.
“You’re cooking,” You said through a slight pant, shifting in your seat uncomfortably. One touch and Tom had you worked up. His tongue flicked out against your neck as he pressed a line of kisses from underneath your ear, all the way down to your shoulder, where he removed the fabric of your shirt so he could access the flaming skin.
“I can pause,” Tom announced. “My wife needs me.”
You hummed, stifling a small laugh. It wasn’t long before Tom walked over and turned the stove off, already removing his shirt in one swipe. “Tom!” You exclaimed, glancing around at the windows. “We have neighbors!”
He laughed, licking his lips. “Then let’s give them a show, baby girl.” He reached out and picked you up from the barstool, causing you to squeal. Tom rested you on the counter, his height giving him an advantage. You gasped when he had your shirt unbuttoned within seconds, pushing it behind you. “Mmm, so sweet,” Tom growled, pressing his lips against your chest.
Your hands flew to his hair, tugging at the strands. He parted your legs and situated himself in between them, your heat already throbbing for him. You drug your fingers across the soft skin of his back, biting your lip when he nipped at the flesh just above your breast that your bra was unfortunately covering.
“I can’t work with this on you,” Tom moaned against your ear, reaching behind your back. He had it unclasped at lightning speed, much quicker than the average male. You giggled, your breasts exposed to him. Immediately your pebbled nipples were brought into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your sensitive area. A moan uttered from between your lips, your legs spreading wider as you pushed yourself against his abdomen. Your back arched into him, a satisfactory sigh pushing its way from between your lips.
He massaged your opposite breast in his hand, his fingers working against your nipple, making you moan hard against him. The ocean was forming in between your legs and you were mere seconds away from ripping your jeans off to make him touch you.
But he knew what you needed.
“Get ‘em off, baby,” He hummed against your breast, your hands immediately flying to the button of your jeans. You unclasped them and started to shimmy them down your legs, Tom aiding you by gripping around your bottom and lifting you from the counter. He used a hand to rip them down the rest of the way before he settled you back on the counter.
You gasped at the feeling of the cold counter, pressing against your ass, making you bite your lip.
“You must be angry,” Tom cooed. “You aren’t saying a word… Just making noise.”
You slapped him in the head, making him laugh. “Yes ma’am, I’ll keep going. Oh, darling, thank you for telling me how good I’m doing.”
Rolling your eyes, you saw it when Tom shot you a wink, his hands wrapping around your thighs. He pushed them as far apart as he could get them, watching as your lace pushed up into your sweet pussy, his eyes already fucking you. Staring into your eyes, he knew your cunt front to back, side to side, he had it memorized. He knew what made your engine rev and what had you curling into him.
Sliding his fingers down your slit, he turned his head to the side with a smile. He felt you jolt, your hand reaching up to brace his shoulder. “My sweet girl,” He called to you, using his free hand to gently grasp your chin. Pushing your underwear to the side, he found your clit and a sound that released from you made Tom well aware of how desperate you needed to be taken care of.
In one quick instant, the lace had vanished.
Kissing your lips, he dipped below and gathered the wetness onto his fingers, teasing each side of your entrance. You rolled your hips into his hand and he didn’t stop you. He hummed into your mouth, his tongue pressing into the warmth of your mouth. You groaned and felt when he slipped his hand back up, those two fingers curling inwards. He made it to your clit, where he rubbed it in a slow circle, earning the quick grasp of your hands around the back of his neck.
Pulling his head closer to yours, you bit down on his bottom lip and arched your back, whining against his mouth. “Tom, please,” You finally said.
His eyes widened as he pulled away. “Oh, my love… You do talk.” He acted surprised, making your frown return and his smile to glitter. Tom nodded once, moving to insert his fingers in between your dripping folds. Your eyes closed tightly, the feeling of his agile digits pressing around your walls causing you to grip around his hand. “That’s right, feel my fingers, baby,” He whispered into your ear.
Curling them inwards, another gasp formed, causing you to reach out and brace his shoulders. Your forehead came crashing down against his chest as you cried out from the pleasure, the feeling unforgettable. You were a moaning mess, Tom’s fingers sliding in and out of your pussy with ease.
“Can’t wait to bury my cock in there, love.” He moaned against your ear and the sound that came out of your mouth was pleasure mixing with desperation. “But first, I need a taste…” He trailed and that’s when his lips pressed against your neck. He offered sweet kisses against your skin, over your breasts, down your stomach, and right above your cunt, all the while still fingering you senseless.
His fingers were soon aided with his tongue, the soft muscle adding a kitten lick to your clit. His back was lowered, his fingers pulling out of you. You whined desperately, but felt when he hooked his hands around your thighs. One of your feet was propped up onto the counter and you reached behind you to grab the handle of the cabinet.
Tom’s tongue jutted into your sweet nectar, a loud cry breaking free from your throat as your back pressed hard against the cabinet. Your legs seemed to spread wider when Tom began licking long stripes against your slit, his head turning sideways so he could suck on your lips individually before he found his way back to your clit. You groaned when his tongue pressed flat against the bundle of nerves, your walls tightening.
“Tom, oh shit,” You cursed, “I’m close,” You closed your eyes.
He hummed against your entrance, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves. You clutched your walls around his tongue as soon as it pushed past your folds. Tom was rubbing your thighs, his nails digging into the flesh, his nose brushing against your clit.
“Don’t hold out on me, darling. Cum.” He said, never once lifting his head. You suddenly came down around him, your orgasm harder than you expected. Tom aided you by moving your hips against his face, your hand wrapping around the handle of the cabinet while the other gripped his hair. You cried out in intense pleasure, the whines desperate.
Tom continued to suck against your clit, earning a cry from you. You tried to push his head away, but it was no use. He was gathering up every ounce that seeped out from you. As you slowly started to stop shaking, he lifted his head, his face covered in the remnants of you. He looked absolutely enthralled with his work. He couldn’t help himself.
He wrapped a hand around your neck and pressed his lips to yours, wanting you to taste yourself. You moaned deeply into his mouth, slicking yourself across the counter. You reached a hand down and palmed him through his jeans, noticing he was rock hard beneath your hand. He needed to feel you wrapped around him, it was too much.
You watched as Tom unbuttoned his jeans, quickly pushing them down his legs. Your eyes widened. No matter how many times you had sex with him, the size of him always made you look on in shock. His boxers came down next and his cock sprung up to press against his abdomen, reddened and more than ready for you.
In one swift movement, Tom had you wrapped around his waist. He planted you against the wall, your eyes widened. He ensured you were tight around him before he kissed your lips, soon pushing himself into you. You cried out his mouth, your lips meeting and parting as he started to thrust into you.
Nailing you against the wall was more than enough. He angled himself, his hips pushing up to meet you as you rolled yours back down on him. You were nearly screaming, your nails digging into his back.
“You are so tight, love, oh you feel so good around me.” He groaned against you. His hand was holding your back, the other securing your hips against him. Each snap was met with another moan falling from your lips. You hissed, your climax soon building again.
“Right there, Tom, yes!” You curled your fingers through his hair, your lips meeting his neck as you sucked against the flesh. That only drove Tom further into you, the heated exchange promising sweet relief in just a few more thrusts.
It wasn’t long before he was getting faster. Until the band finally snapped and you were convulsing around his cock, squeezing tight around him, milking him for everything he was worth. The warmth of his cum filled you to the brim, your eyes closing tightly as he finished riding out his high against you, his mouth pressing a lazy kiss against you.
Your foreheads were soon pressing together as you both struggled to regain your breath. You were looking at him with those pretty eyes, his smile widening. He slowly pulled out of you and gently placed you on the ground, walking over to gather his clothes. He put back on his boxers and jeans but left himself shirtless.
Sighing, you felt light and floaty, putting one foot in front of the other carefully so you could make your way back into the kitchen. You walked up behind him and pressed your lips against his back, wrapping your arms around him. “Thank you,” You mumbled. “Is it okay if I go take a bath while you finish up?”
Tom turned around and smiled down at you. As he turned the stove back on, he grabbed your cheeks and kissed you sweetly on your lips.
“Go ahead, my love. Get cozy in bed, I’ll bring dinner to you.” He promised.
“Can I have my wine, too?” You asked.
“Anything for you, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you. Now hurry up, or I’m joining you in the bath for round two.” He winked, popping you across your ass as you turned to leave. You giggled quietly and made your way back upstairs. You drew yourself a bath and soon you were nestled in, the hot water somewhat removing the ache your muscles felt.
But as you sat there, the thoughts of work came back through. You soon found yourself getting back into a bad mood, even if Tom just finished up trying to take it away. When you got out, you quickly got dressed and settled yourself into bed. Tom kept his word. He brought dinner and your wine up to you, settled in beside you, kissing your cheek.
“You’re not eating?” You asked him.
Tom laughed. “I had my dinner.” He winked, referencing the earlier event.
You rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself.
“I’ve got to take care of some things in the office… I’ll be up in a bit for cuddles, alright?” He asked. You nodded, and Tom knew something was wrong. “Baby, what is it?”
You shrugged.
“You’re still mad?” Tom asked. You took another bite of food and slowly looked up at him. He sighed, checking the time on his phone.
“I needed to look over a script… But my wife is more important than that. Finish up eating, let me shower, and I’ll try something else.” He smiled. You nodded and once you were finished, Tom gathered your plate and empty wine glass. He was downstairs for all but ten minutes, soon reappearing.
You heard him take a quick shower and it wasn’t long before he was slipping under the covers with you.
“You trust me, right?” He asked you first. You nodded your head.
“Always,” You whispered.
Tom smiled. “Turn on your side,” He patted your leg. You did as he said and felt him pull your sleep shorts and panties down. You gasped with his hand smoothed across your bottom, smiling. It wasn’t long before he kissed your neck, his arm outstretched so your head could rest in the crook.
Tom removed his pants and boxers, and that’s when you felt his tip brush past your folds.
“What are you doing?” You asked him suddenly.
Tom got right into your ear, kissing your cheek. “Maybe if you’re stuffed full of me, you’ll lose your attitude.” He laughed. Your eyes widened and soon his cock was sitting right inside of you.
A gentle moan escaped your lips at the satisfactory feeling. “Don’t start grinding your hips, gorgeous. Just let me sit here.”
You obeyed and curled closer to him. Tom wrapped his free hand over your stomach, pulling you into him.
“Oh, Tom, that feels so good.” You breathed out.
He smiled, rubbing soothing circles against your belly. “I’m sorry you had a bad day, my love. Is this helping?”
You could feel him twitching inside of you, almost as if he was growing bigger within you. Something about feeling him completely fill your tight space was comforting.
“Yes,” You sighed. “So much.”
Tom hummed against your ear, a soft melody turning into a lull. Your eyes were fluttering close, his nails gently dragging across your stomach in almost a tickling way. A yawn formed and Tom smiled widely.
“Get some sleep, baby girl… I’m right here.” He promised you, kissing your lips as you turned your head sleepily towards him.
“Tom, I love you,” You mumbled before sleep overcame your body.
“I love you so much more,” Tom whispers, snuggling into your back.
Unfortunately for most who wish it. I am not dead.
I just completely finished the Loki series. ( I am a college student now. Taking forensic psychology. ) And I have a few ideas on some possible short stories or even multiple chapters.
Word on the street is that Tom Hiddleston is attracted to women of color. Here is some gossip that I’ve found on Lipstick Alley (gossip site). I am a woman of color and I do not care if he is attracted to unicorn horned women. I’m just glad that he appreciates the beauty and sophistication of all women regardless of cultural or religious background.
If you do not believe in this information, don’t. Move along with your mundane lives. There are going to be Hiddleston Tumblr fans out there that want him to “settle down” or “date” only white women because women of color are lalalalalalalalala sub-par lalalalalaalala not the idiom of Western beauty. I’m not surprised. You should not be surprised. We are not living in a post-racial global society.
Form your own opinion. But do not let the truth hit you on your way out! Enjoy!
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@LOKI LAUFEYSON @CLTexMrsEO @CALVIN CANDIE. i didn’t know fonts on lsa liked him like that i would have spilled this earlier. i didn’t even know who he was when my friend told me about him, she had to show me his picture and frankly i wasn’t impressed lol. my friend is a model, i don’t want to say her name bc she has a bf and he’s kind of crazy lol. she was staying on the same floor where interviews were taking place, and she says that he was waiting for an elevator when she came out of her room and he held it open for her and cracked a joke or something like that and introduced himself and asked her where she’s from (she’s american) and he guessed that she was a model and when she asked him how he knew he said some corny shit like ‘look at you, you’re too gorgeous not to be one’. my friend ate it up and when he asked for her number she gave it to him and she the next day he called her and asked her to go to dinner with him and picked her up in a nice car. she told me the conversation was good and he was really complimentary and his eye contact was sexy. after dinner they went to his house and had sex. she said even though they both knew she was just there to have sex he was really polite and gave her a tour of his house. she said his dick isn’t that big but he knows how to use it and he’s good at eating the box lol. they had sex with the lights on and he kept telling her how incredible her body was. and she told me he wasn’t rude when they were done, he turned on the tv and they watched porn and had sex one more time before falling asleep. In the morning she left and she said she hasn’t been in contact with him since besides a text. @luckyladylu my friend is black, she’s half nigerian half african american. she’s gorgeous and stateusque, and not like that awkward, hf, model kind of pretty but classically pretty. she switches up her hair a lot but at the time i remember she had a really curly weave. she has breast implants that she loves to show off so she always gets male attention lol. she’s really young, early 20s but looks and acts older. she said tom didn’t ask how old she was once.
Loki won the battle of New York and now rules over Earth after eliminating Thor and Hawkeye. The remaining Avengers have gone into hiding, waiting for a chance to take back their planet. Raven (OC) is their key to doing so.
Warnings: Language, Mentions of sexual slavery, Violence, Death, Sexual slavery, Mentions of BDSM, Mentions of kinks, Collars, Master/slave dynamics, Mentions of rape kink, Mention of daddy kink, Mention of knife kink, Smut, Sex, Vaginal sex, Oral sex, Orgasms, Loki’s silver tongue, Begging, Body worship, Sexual references, Sexual fantasies, Sexual discussions, Vaginal fingering, Voyeurism fantasy, Spanking, Punishments, Oral sex used as punishment, Bondage, Multiple orgasms, Sexual punishments, Forced orgasms, Over stimulation, Throne sex, Hair pulling, Blowjobs, Teasing, Dom/Sub relationship, Chastity device, Dildos, Leash, Slight humiliation kink, Praise kink, Slight dirty talk, Fluff, Sexual torture, Bondage, Restraints, Blindfolds, Interrogation scene, Pinwheels, Flogging, Clones, Slight sceptre play, Humiliation, Abuse, Slapping, Self harm scars, Safewords, Romance, Feels, Discussion of self harm/scars, Discussion of abuse, Implied murder, Fluffy sex, Body worship, Technical mirror sex, Ice play, Sensation play, Crying, Major feels, Major fluff, Love confessions, Major Loki feels, Threats, Threatening behaviour, Angst
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