I happened to see that nonny’s post mourning a lost fanfic. Lemme tell you how to do a thing! If you Google a set of words (in this case I used ‘Huntsman tale Ava brothel’ as the nonny described the fic) and then put in the website, (in this case tumblr dot com), Google will look for pages with those keywords on that specific website.
So I did that and found this: http://thfrustration.tumblr.com/post/118046303485/a-huntsmans-tale-chapter-32
Unfortunately this is some kind of fanfic rec archive and the chapter has a Read More link which leads to the author’s deleted blog. :(
BUT! If you copy the deleted web page’s address and paste it into web.archive.org (the internet archive) it brings up the screenshot of the saved page that shows the entire chapter of the fic. When I clicked Next Chapter link it took me to the next one. Idk how many chapters it saved but anyway, that’s how you find something lost on the internet. :) xx Em
Submitted by @emfyre
Thank you honey.
@fudgemuffinanon this may be of use to you.
Also going to tag @twh-sss in case anyone can shed any light on where andryehll went or if she renamed her blog as it turns out she is the author to this.
BTW all, I lost my tag lists (broken computer) so now have to start all over again.
Yes, the whole idea is to get people to reblog the SSS so people can read it and authors can get some notes! :-)
Below the cut are some preliminary tags based on reviewing the notes on a few prior SSS Index posts, and picking people who had reblogged in the past.
Please, let me know if you want off or on this tag list. I won’t be offended if you want off, just send me an ask.
Love y’all.
Sometimes you really just need to snuggle with (one or more) friends!
Hope you all will enjoy these stories. Please reblog to share the love.
Usual warnings: 18+, M, xxx, here be smut!
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California King Bed
Part one: Issues
Part two: Like you'll never see me again
by @avalindin
Summary: Aubery and Tom reconnect at SDCC
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The Cuddle Party
by @sherlokipotter96
Summary: Tom decides he isn't sated after his night and decides to wake up his favourite girls for and extra bit of pleasure.
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Smoothie
by @quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks
Summary: Sara is a volunteer runner at SDCC, and this year she gets to help the Marvel talent, keeping them caught up with coffee and drinks. Tom is amped up, sleepless, and needs special care.
Can we reschedule? We only received one tentative submission, that’s not enough for an edition.
What: Sexy, smutty, fic about ^^this image^^. Use your imagination.
When: Sunday, July 30 SUNDAY AUGUST 6
Where: right here on tumblr
How: Send the link to your fic, along with a summary and tumblr name to [email protected] by 4:00 p.m. PT (-08:00 GMT) on Sunday, July 30.
Tagging some previous SSS writers under the cut. Always happy to get more writers so please reblog!
A few weeks ago, an image hit Tumblr like a great big hitting thing. A few of us recovered enough to write about it. I received two stories this week and wrote one, too. If I missed any Loki + blades smut fic please let me know!
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Savor
by @avalindin / @gutterfortunecookie
Summary: The God of Mischief spends some personal time with his favorite toy.
Her head fell to her arm as her body arched widely enough for the wild length of her piercing white hair to come undone and fall down the front of her body. Loki smiled, Down in the last bit of wine he’d been nursing since her tied her up. She had waited long enough and it was time.
He got to his feet, fighting his instinct to tear her apart. He stood in front of her in only his leather trousers as he looked down to her.
“Look at you, my dear…”
His hunger flickered his magic as a dagger appeared in his palm. He rolled the handle in his long fingers with the sound of the moving metal to catch her ears as her body stiffened in a playful panic. He arched his head to the shell of her ear, not touching but leaving his hand to form at her hip.
“You trust me.”
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Books and Throwing Knives
by @nuggsmum
Summary: Astrid, a misbegotten servant of the palace at Asgard, is re-united with her childhood friend.
I grabbed my robe, puling it over my long nightdress as I padded barefoot down the hall. Because I was a palace maid, and because I mostly worked in the royal wing, my dormitory was only one floor down. I quickle went up the curved stone staircase that led the end of the hall that housed Loki’s rooms.
I looked both ways before slowly opening the door and quickly stepping inside, pulling the door shut behind me. I made my way over to the end table and grabbed the book. As I was turning to leave, the hem of my nightdress caught the edge of the table, causing it and its contents to crash to the floor.
I panicked and bolted towards the door. I heard something whizz by my face and hit the wall with a thunk, and then again, lower and once more, behind me. My nightdress was caught on something. I turned to look at the wall and saw one of Loki’s blue handled throwing knives stuck in the wall, an inch from my neck. I turned and looked behind me and noticed that my robe and nightdress were stuck to the wall by another one.
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Loki and the Pearl of the East
by @quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks
Summary: There’s a new blade hand at the circus, and he’s a little shit.
His words came back to her, “I’ll be your target tonight. Turnabout is only fair, darling. And you can use my blades as you see fit…”
And apparently, she had seen fit to slice his cape into bindings, compel him to strip, then tie him up.
Everything snapped into focus.
“What the… did you hypnotize me?? What the hell is this?” Pearl asked, shocked at the situation.
Loki looked up at her, hunger and admiration in his eyes.
“Dear lady, even hypnotized, a person cannot be compelled to do what she would never choose to do. I merely suggested that you do as you will. And, it seems that 'what you will’ is to put me in this rather… interesting position.”
Pearl glared at him, exasperated and not really sure what she should do next.
Who: You, if you have a story to tell! :3
What: Sexy, smutty, fic about Ragnarok!Loki and please include reference to those knives. Use your imagination.
When: Sunday, April 30
Where: right here on tumblr
Why: Srsly?
How: Send the link to your fic, along with a summary and tumblr name to [email protected] by 4:00 p.m. PT (-08:00 GMT) on Sunday, April 30.
Tagging some previous SSS writers under the cut. Always happy to get more writers so please reblog!
While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien’s) where it doesn’t belong, Brancher sees it differently: “I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien’s text in order to do that. It wasn’t that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be … friendship-ized.” Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they’re looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have long-standing and complex relationships with each other. It’s a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It’s benefits with friendship.
Francesca Coppa, “Introduction to The Dwarf’s Tale,” The Fanfiction Reader (via rembrandtswife)
Kong: Skull Island has been beating its chest and roaring its way through our collective psyche for quite a few weeks now, and we need to let off some steam. Thank goodness we have a focus for our frustration in the form of our darling beating the ever-loving horse crap out of some miscreants in a Hanoi dive bar.
Naturally these images have spurred some excellent fic, compiled here for your sweaty, smokey, erotic enjoyment
Tonight’s authors bring us bar fights and fucks perpetrated by Capt. Conrad, Magnus, Loki, and Tom. Chalk up your pool cues (that’s what we’re calling it these days).
18+, Mature Audiences Only, NSFW, Here be smut.
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White Rabbit
by @passionatewriter07 [ed. note: new to us here at SSS. Welcome! I'm looking forward to more.]
Summary: Over the course of the final weeks of the Vietnam War, you had become best friends with a certain British ex-special forces solider. What happens when you find out you’ll be separated for months; you back to America, him to Skull Island?
His thin lips lifted, slightly, into an almost recognizable smirk—not quite a smile—and his stocky gait turned into a decided prowl to reach you as fast as he could.
He was a sensitive soul, but, damn, could that man be cocky when he won a bet. And you loved it.
He was blocked from you, however, when two men—one large and one skinny—stood in his way. He frowned, his eyes flicking to you, and you swore he was about ready to growl at them. “It’s ok.” You mouthed, and James relaxed again, giving a curt nod to the gentlemen, following them to an empty table in the middle of the floor.
The meeting between the trio only took a few minutes, but it gave you the perfect opportunity to let your hormones have their way. You slowly took a sip from your beer, peering over the edge of the bottle at James. His hair was scuffled, his face unshaven, and his body covered in a sheen sweat from the heat of Vietnam that made him look positively delicious. Your eyes lingered on the part of his chest you could see through his opened shirt, and you grunted into your beer, hiding a moan. You imagined his biceps holding you against the wall, taking you every way you both could imagine. You felt yourself dampen and subtly squeezed your legs together, turning away from James to calm yourself with a few deep breaths.
God, you hoped he hadn’t noticed that. But, knowing your luck, he probably had.
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The Lady Said No.
by @shhiminmybluecastle
Summary: Tom saves the lady from a scoundrel and the pool table from the rubbish heap.
Later that evening, after the last of the customers were gone, Sorscha finished wiping down the bar as Liam counted out his tips.
“So my place or yours tonight, darling?” Liam asked as he sauntered unsteadily across the pub.
“Same answer as last night, and every night before. Neither!” She replied brightly. Sorscha was getting frustrated with his persistence, it was crossing into harassment but he was the talent and brought in plenty of business. She had finally gotten The Globe back in the black and couldn’t afford to lose him. As she looked up at Liam, the dark glint in his eye caused a shiver of intuition to slid down her spine. Tonight was different, tonight she wouldn’t be able to just laugh and brush him off.
With a grimace on his face he stalked closer. Bracing his hands on the bar and the shelf of liquor behind it he stared at Sorscha as he let out a chuckle that was anything but friendly. “I’ve let you play your little game for far too long because you are pretty but times up lass. Tonight you deliver on all your teasing, striding about in those tight jeans with your top barely covering your tits and those red curls begging me to tangle my hands in them. ”
Sorscha took a deep breath and tried to subtly reach for a bottle to use as a weapon if she needed to. “Liam, I’m not teasing you, this is how I always dress. It’s comfortable and yes, it’s tight but that makes me tips. Same as you with your nearly see through white shirts.”
“Don’t spin this on me, you act like a slag I’m going to treat you like one” Liam growled as he charged toward her.
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Hammer and Horns – Fight or Flight
by @angryschnauzer [ed. note: !!!!]
Summary: Set a year after the last installment of Hammer & Horns, you are now a best selling author and are on a world promo tour to publicise your novel. You’d left behind the bookstore and the two men that had proven to be your making and your undoing, but also find yourself in the arms of two new men, one older and wiser, one younger and eager.
Settling down with your drink you for a while did some people watching, a couple of fights breaking out over the pool table but nothing that had you scared to leave, just drunken disputes over who was cheating the most. Each one died down as quickly as it had started, and once your meal arrived you got your book out and decided to do something you hadn’t done for almost a year; read your own work.
Twenty pages in you were cringing at the words you’d written, how it had ever been picked up for publishing you would never know. You made a mental note to speak to your agent and publishers about the qualifications of your proofreaders, having already spotted numerous cringe-worthy mistakes and typos.
Signalling to the bartender for another beer you became aware of a pair of men sitting next to you, talking between themselves yet their conversation intrigued you.
“Listen, you’ve just got to be surer of yourself.”
“It's easy for you to say Conrad, you’ve been around the block a few times and women flock to you, I’m just a young weedy kid that they want to mother.”
The older man smirked into his beer.
“Listen Slivko… Trust me kid, sometimes that ain’t a bad thing. But you’re not a kid, you’re twenty five, you’ve got to get more confident. I’ve seen what you’ve faced and you’ve got to grow some balls”
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Strangers - chapters [1] [2] [3]
by @avalindin / @gutterfortunecookie
Summary: Judith "Bloody Holly" Holland is assigned as personal protection for James Conrad on a special reconnaisance mission.
“100. Call the shots. You look like you can use the money for a shower and some manners.”
They stared to each other, not breaking eye contact until he reached behind him to the wall for a second pool stick. She felt jealous for a second as he gave his pool stick more attention than her and she loved it. He caught her grin.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Don’t. I don’t want to know your story or your name. If you’re gonna be a tease, go to the bar and leave your cash. God knows what kind of ink you’ve got.”
She saw how his eyes sized her up like the other men did, she knew it was all too good to be true. Her smile melted away as her green eyes pierced him. She placed the balls in the triangle and with the flick of her wrist, sent the 8-ball spinning.
“How about this, you find my tattoo, I’ll let you moan my name.”
It was a solid movement as her hands lifted the triangle and his strong right arm struck the white cue ball to the middle, making a clean break as three solid balls rolled to separate pockets.
“Fuck me,” she cursed underneath her breath.
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Much Better
by @nuggsmum
Summary: Emma wonders if her new love interest, the seemingly shy police detective Magnus Martinsson, will ever take a hint or make a move. Out on a date, she discovers he's made of sterner stuff than she thought.
“Hello, Love. What you doing here with a stiff like that? Why don’t you ditch him and come along with me and my mates?” Said a raspy voice near my ear as a hand landed on my waist. I pulled back and looked into the eyes of the man that had made the rude gesture to me a few minutes ago.
“No, thanks, I’ll stick with the stiff.” I said dismissively, turning back to the bar. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back facing him. His breath was rancid. He smelled like BO. He was ugly and mean looking. I was getting scared. Where the hell was Magnus?!
“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear. You’re going to be a good girl, and come with me.” He yanked on my arm, trying to pull me off the stool, and managed to rip the sleeve of my dress. I looked around, no one seemed to notice what was happened. Where the fuck was Magnus?
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Where Loki Goes, Trouble Follows
by @neither-blue-nor-green
Summary: Warrior Kara has settled down in Midgard and is now proprietress of a successful bar and nightclub. The last thing she needs is another encounter with Loki. But guess who walks into her bar, bringing trouble with him...
“What do you want?” she asked, not eager to play any of his games.
“Let’s go somewhere more private, shall we?” he suggested, but she shook her head.
“Nope. Again: what do you want?” she shut him down.
Roshan, who sat only two chairs over looked at them covertly. He knew that she could handle herself, but he also had a crush on her. She just hoped he wouldn’t be dumb enough to try to intervene.
Loki narrowed his eyes and raised one hand in a swift gesture. The sound from the bar was suddenly muffled – a spell to make it impossible to eavesdrop on them.
“Very well, I’ll be curt,” Loki said. “I’m here to hire you.”
Kara gaped at him.
“You what? No, no way. I’ll never, ever work with you again!” she exclaimed after a moment of stunned silence.
“How could you even think I would agree to any job you’d have to offer?” she asked.
He just smiled and cocked his head, looking at her. She shook her head.
“Well, now that this is settled you can leave,” she ground out between clenched teeth and reached for a bottle of vodka.
“Leave? But why? Negotiations have just started,” Loki replied with that irritating smirk of his.
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Many thanks to our writers, and to you, dear readers. Please like and reblog; share the love!
Also known as: FILTHY POOL TABLE SEX IN A DIVE BAR. (thanks @therealopheliatagloff)
Prompt: Captain James Conrad (or one of Tom’s characters, or ... Tom), a bar situation, a fight of some sort, and then ...other things... in the bar
Submissions: Smutty, sexy, rated M, 18+
Please send the link to your fic via email to [email protected]
Deadline Updated: Sunday, March 19, 4:00 p.m. Pacific time (-08:00 GMT)
(due to my birthday weekend is March 11-12, I need my Sunday. Also, will give everyone more time to come up with a story.)
Tagging some previous writers, please reblog so any potential authors can see and contribute :3@peskipixi - @devikafernando - @icybluepenguin - @rainbow-cobra -@amelieallbymyself - @awolfbeneath - @gutterfortunecookie -@musing-of-my-crazy-mind - @want-to-try-dying-this-once - -@katiesmindpalace19912 - @oeffsee - @avalindin - @kathrynbjordahl@the-lady-mischief - @captain-krazy - @tomkurbikston - @storylover92 - @hiddlesherethereeverywhere - @geminiloveca - @writernotwaiting -@neither-blue-nor-green - @fanficshiddles - @avalindin -@thiddyrpblog - @lokiwholockfactory - @therealopheliatagloff
~*~Happy 36th to our fave sexy life ruiner and all-around ray of cuddly dorky sunshine~*~
If you’re able, please donate to UNICEF in honor of Tom’s birthday. You can win fancy prizes! [link]
We’ve got 7 new stories for you today, including a birthday for Caius Martius, a wistful reverie (or was it??), a surprise visit from Loki, a new-to-us writer... and one great older story, too.
Hope you love these! (and please reblog so others can enjoy, too)
As always, SSS is for mature audiences, 18+, there will be smut.
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Birthday Boy
by @storylover92
Summary: Tom gets the surprise of his life when his most popular character manifests at his home.
Excerpt:
“You’re…real?” Tom shook his head. “Look I don’t know who the fuck you are or how you got in here but I like my privacy. Cosplayers are not allowed in my house, without an invitation.”
“I’m not some mortal fan. I’m here to thank you, I haven’t been this worshipped in my life. And I didn’t think you’d mind a birthday surprise from your favorite Norse god.” Loki watched with a fair amount of irritation as Tom began dialing. He levitated the phone to a nearby table. “None of that now.”
Tom’s eyes were wide as the green seidr dissipated from his phone. “You really are real.”
“Of course I am.”
“So, why are you a woman right now?”
“I thought you’d want a woman in your bed, since I’ve never seen you with a man.” Loki’s form slinked across the room and wrapped her arm around his waist. “But there is a first time for everything, isn’t there?”
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I'll Be Seeing You
by @latestarter58
Summary: Tom is driving through the Suffolk countryside on his way to spend his birthday with Mum when things take an unexpected turn…
Excerpt:
He was dressed for a walk, in his beloved Ariats, jeans and warm wool jacket. He marched, Pine/Conrad inhabiting him, feeling energised, happy. The sound of an engine above pulled him back from his musings. It was not a jet - there were no USAF fighters based up the road anymore - in fact it sounded like an old plane: a Spitfire or something. That’s weird. Maybe someone has a preserved one they keep on the old airbase… The plane flew low overhead, and as it passed over the gap between the tall trees that surrounded Tom he saw the markings - full WWII livery. He smiled and waved to the pilot.
Then the next, really strange thing happened. The weather changed - on a sixpence. Dark clouds gathered suddenly overhead, and rain started to fall steadily. Tom speeded up, not quite running, and took to the edge of the road, borrowing what shelter he could from the forest. It was eerily quiet: not one car had passed him. The B1069 isn’t very busy, but it’s not usually deserted either. After a few minutes, the rain increased in intensity, bouncing off the tarmac and soaking the cuffs of his jeans, pouring down the back of his neck and flattening his curls. He broke into a run.
As he approached a slight bend in the road, Tom saw smoke rising from beyond a high hedge. He frowned; he wasn’t that close to the cottages yet. Perhaps this was something else…
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Birthday Boy
by @sinfully-lustful-darling
Summary: It’s Hiddles Birthday!
“Here we see the human female, better known as his wife, in her natural habitat. Comfortable clothes that make her feel more relaxed and at home. Hair on top of her head to display her very kissable neck and shoulders which is very appealing to her male counterpart and may lead to some steamy shenanigans later on in the evening.”
“Are you done, Mr. Attenborough?”
“Oui, now we move onto ze keetchen for some cooking.” He laughed loudly as he tried to mimic the fake French accent I sometimes used when I was being goofy.
“Should I email Taffy and have her do a follow up to her profile so she can see how much nerdier and uncool you’ve gotten since you officially settled down?
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Mine, All Mine
by @avalindin / @gutterfortunecookie
Summary: You pull out all the stops for Tom's first birthday with you.
Excerpt:
You had stayed up all night deciding what to do. No, you already knew but it was the little things. You pulled your hair up into a bun and only put on a little bit of mascara. It was all that you needed. You looked over your shoulder to the kitchen table, praying he won’t press you against it, the wood was weak enough as it was.
The hour was passing by too quickly as Tom was getting closer and closer to home. You had little to do as the cool smell of his cake made you smile. Before you knew it there was frosting on your sleeves and you could hear the wheels of a car turning into your driveway. You peek out the front curtains, seeing Tom get out and stretch his arms over his head. Your nerves returned as you hurried with his hot and fresh food.
A knock on the door made you jump as your smile stretched to the sides of your face. You open the door as he smiles down to you. His arms already envelope you as you can feel how happy he is to see you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss.
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Birthday Cake for Hiddleston (some assembly required)
by @shhiminmybluecastle (AO3 Link)
Summary: It's Tom's birthday and, always the gentleman, he's sure to show his gratitude for the present he finds in his flat.
Excerpt:
"Tom, did you pout about having to work on your birthday and the director let you off?" I asked with absolute certainty that that is exactly what happened.
"Correlation between events does not explicitly imply causation, darling!" Tom argued back just before the phone went garbled and cut him off. I laughed at his answer while trying to get him back.
”Tom, are you in the tube station?" More garbled sounds but I did catch "lift of my building" before it became clear again and he started explaining all the other reasons it was good that the director let the cast go early.
I froze as I heard the muffled ding as the lift arrived at his floor, directly across the hall from the door to his flat. The counter, the cupboards, the floor and I were all covered in icing from the exploded icing bag, never mind the dusting of flour and sugar on every surface from my baking this afternoon.
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Felicem Natalem
by @icybluepenguin
Summary: Years before he conquers Corioli, Caius happens to be home for his birthday and enjoys the welcoming arms of his wife.
Excerpt:
A gangly youth tumbled into the courtyard, all long legs and skinny arms. “He’s at the gates!” he panted. “Caius Martius is at the gates, my ladies!”
Time seemed to move in a confusing haze after that, each minute lingering too long, but somehow it all went too fast and then he was there, striding up their street. Hair dark with sweat, even in the chill air, face smudged with dirt. Virgilia’s gaze roamed over him. His left forearm was bandaged, there was a cut above his right eye, and she thought he might be favoring his left leg just a hint.
He always looked so tall when she first saw him, always sent a small trill of fear through her- the same one she had felt when they had just met, when she had no idea what to say to the hard, towering soldier before her. She didn’t think it would ever go away and she cherished it.
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The Birthday Cake Destruction
by @storiesitellmyself
Summary: Rose has big plans for Tom’s birthday but might have bitten off more than she can chew.
Excerpt:
She’s much more hopeful about this cake when it goes into the oven, having checked and re-checked the ingredients and method before sliding it in and closing the door. Work fills in the waiting time while it bakes and cools, taking her mind off the potential disaster and the edge off the butterflies in her stomach.
Rat-a-tat-tat. Tom’s knuckles rap on her door and she answers with wide-eyed horror.
“No! You’re not supposed to be here for another three hours!”
“I couldn’t wait any longer, I missed you.” Tom leans in and kisses her hungrily on the mouth, pulling away to lick his lips. “Mmm. Orange?”
“Tom,” she whines. “You’re ruining the surprise. And I’m not dressed.”
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oldie but goodie!
Birthday Boy
by @peskipixi
Summary: Tom is tired and lonely on his birthday. Until he gets a visit from an old friend.
Excerpt:
His thoughts drifted in that blissful place between sleep and consciousness, disjointed golden images mixing with pure feelings and imagined sounds with extraordinary clarity. Eventually, consciousness won, and with a sigh, he opened his eyes, squinting against the sun that fell through the gauzy curtains. Realising that sleep was going to elude him, he stretched, curling back and extending his long limbs to their full length like a cat. Both feet hit the floor, and he headed to the bathroom for that most basic human need. Relieving himself, he decided he might as well take a shower and wash off the grime of the previous days shooting.
Standing in the shower, he tilted back his head, revelling in the feeling of the hot droplets stinging his skin, washing away sleep and sweat. It was absolutely blissful being alone, letting his mind drift without having to concentrate on anything. He smiled a little as he remembered that it was his birthday.
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Thanks for reading, and remember to save some extra frosting... “for later”
I hope all of you writers for SSS know how much I appreciate you. I mean, wow. I’ve watched your growth as writers and am always just so, so happy that you participate!
One of the other joys of putting out editions of SSS is that we get new (to us) authors on occasion. I’m gonna make this a new tradition. When I get a new writer, I’ll showcase that story as a sneak preview on the Saturday before.
This featured work is by @shhiminmybluecastle / bluecastleismymindpalace on AO3
Summary: It's Tom's birthday and, always the gentleman, he's sure to show his gratitude for the present he finds in his flat.
Link and Excerpt below the cut
Here be sexytimes. 18+ Mature audiences only.
Birthday Cake for Hiddleston (some assembly required)
Excerpt:
"Woman, what have you done to my flat?" He growled as he strode toward me. I slid my hands up his chest and hooked my arms around his neck, leaving flour and icing on his shirt.
"Well, Mister, I was trying to surprise my talented, sexy as hell fiancé for his birthday and I expected him home in an hour." I answered in as much of a sensual purr as I could muster, while holding back a fit of giggles. He tipped his head back as his trademark “ehehehe” laugh rolled up his body and rang out between his teeth before leaning down to press his lips to mine. His hands slide around to my bum to press me against his hips and rapidly tightening jeans.
"We best not waste any time before he comes home then should we?" He murmured against my lips before his tongue slipped between them.
