#chris hemsworth one shots

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Cruel Summer Ch. 6

Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Cruel Summer Series | Chapter 5

As you both got settled in a cozy little booth, he reached across the table and surprised you by grabbing your hand. “Y/N…I,” he cleared his throat, “I have something I want to say and I want you to just listen to me before you say anything okay?” he said as you smiled and started to nod, “Ok-” “Okay good, because it's really important, and just know I’m taking a huge step here and it’s all so crazy I know, with your tour and me just divorced a few months ago and I just, I want you to understand that I will always be your friend no matter what-,” you laughed softly. “Uh, Chris...what are you trying to say?” you raised an eyebrow at him as he chuckled looking down at your hand in his. 

“I’d like to date you.” he said as your eyes widened. “What?” you asked softly before glancing around, “Chris, I want that too….” you sighed as he looked down. “There's a but coming isn't there?” he asked as you squeezed his hand. “Not the kind you’re thinking…me…my life, it’s a lot. I have a lot of people who control a lot in my life and I…I don’t want you thinking we will have any type of normalcy…I can definitely try and make things normal, but-,” he chuckled. “Y/N, I know this life is crazy, I completely understand that and accept it. I just…I want to try this, the whole, you and me thing.” he grinned as you did the same. “I want to try it too.” 

-6 Months Later-

The press took every opportunity they could to snag photos of you and Chris as the next few months passed. Neither of you released any statements yet, just letting everything that was new and exciting settle into a good rhythm. Anytime the two of you stepped out somewhere, the press was there to snap photos. You both would giggle at each other as it happened each time, but you didn’t mind. 

The headlines were comical and the fans seemed to go wild for it. A few speculated that you two were just doing this for publicity but you never felt happier to be honest. You were finishing getting ready for the last show before your break when Chris came up behind you and kissed your neck softly. “I’m excited for this break with you, I don’t know if he texted you or not, but Evans invited the crew out to his Rhode Island beach house to celebrate his engagement and I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me?” he smiled in the mirror at you. 

You looked up at him and smiled a little, “Uh no, he didn't text me but I’d love to go with you. That sounds like a lot of fun actually.” you grinned, kissing him softly. Chris grinned at you, as you turned and stood up, kissing him again. “Promise me after this last show tonight we can just disappear for a while?” you asked as he chuckled, “I assure you we will have nice, long days,” he bent down and kissed you gently, “and slow, romantic evenings.” he whispered against your lips as he pushed a hand into your hair, gripping gently as your hands slid from his stomach, around his hips to his back. “Mmmm why don’t we start on that slow romantic evening tonight? After the concert?” you whispered as he peppered kisses down your jaw and neck. “That was the plan.” he whispered as he nipped your ear softly. 

You giggled before the door opened to the dressing room and Megan appeared before she cleared her throat. “Sorry to interrupt, but we’re on in 10, time to get in the cart.” she told you. You grinned and bit your lip looking up at Chris. “I gotta go…but I'll see you out there.” you said as he grinned down at you. “I’ll be the one in the VIP Tent.” you laughed, “I’ll be in the pink lover suit on stage.” winking you pecked his lips once more before walking out the door. “Can I just admit that you two are PERFECT together?” She gushed as you laughed softly climbing into the cart. “Thank you, I think I know the perfect surprise songs to play tonight.” you beamed happily. 

Chris walked out to the VIP tent smiling and waving at fans, trading friendship bracelets with them and just having a great time interacting with them. “Thank you for treating her like the Queen she is!” a fan yelled in his direction. When he looked over at the girl who had yelled, she couldn’t have been older than 15, she was with a group of teenagers who were dressed like you. Different outfits from various music videos, a couple of them even had outfits that looked like yours you wore on stage during the concert. 

He smiled and waved at them all, the girl who had shouted raised her hands forming a heart at him before pulling off a friendship bracelet. Chris couldn’t help it, they were a bit away from the tent but he had a security guard walk with him as he walked over to the group, chatting with them for a moment as they gave him bracelets. “Would you mind giving this to Y/N? She’s my most favorite role model ever.” the girl spoke up. Chris looked down at the bracelet, she held out. “The beads are all different for the albums she’s put out and…we’ll she helped me out during a really bad time in my life and I just wanted to tell her thank you, even if she doesn’t know how much she helped me.” she said as Chris smiled and nodded. “I’ll make sure she gets it.” she nodded, taking the bracelet and pocketing it. 

Chris went back to the VIP area and couldn’t get thoughts of that girl from his mind, he felt inclined to do something nice for her. “Hey, I need to go backstage and talk to Megan,” he told the guards as the show started. They nodded and guided him back to speak to your manager. 

You were singing, dancing, happier than you ever felt before. You laughed between songs with the dancers, and felt like everything was perfect. That should have been your first clue on how the weekend was going to go at Evans beach house.

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A thor x reader fluff where he has some is a lil sick and you take care if him with comfort food, soft blankets and by babying him all the time 🤗

Fictober Challenge

Thor had come down with a mild cold- nothing serious by human standards, but for someone as strong and godly as him, it was enough to make him feel absolutely miserable. And just like most men when they’re sick, he was dramatically exaggerating every symptom.

You came home from work one day to find him sprawled out on the couch, bundled up in a blanket that was comically too small for his massive frame. Tissues were scattered everywhere, some missed the trash bin entirely. He was grumbling to himself about how Midgardian illnesses are an insult to his Asgardian immune system, but you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

The once orderly couch was now a battlefield: discarded tissues littering the floor, a sweater jacket tossed aside after he’d gotten too warm, and other random things he must’ve knocked over in his misery.

“Thor, what in the world…” you  began with a laugh, shaking your head at the state of the living room.

He barely acknowledged you as you walked in, holding a tray of soup, a mug of tea, and more tissues. He looked up at you with an adorable helpless expression, his nose slightly red, his eyes glassy from fatigue, and his usual booming voice softer than normal. He even had a pout on his lips, clearly feeling sorry for himself. The mighty Thor, reduced to this.

“Are you here to tend to your ailing warrior?” he asked dramatically, his voice deeper and a bit congested as he tried to play up the situation.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips. “You’ve caught a cold, not a battle wound, Thor,” you teased, settling the tray down on the coffee table. “But yes, I’m here to take care of you, you giant baby.”

He groaned, attempting to sit up but failing miserably, falling back against the cushions with a heavy, exaggerated sigh. “I don’t think I’m going to make it through the night” he muttered, rubbing his eyes like a child, adding to his theatrics.

Shaking your head in amusement, you gently pushed him back down and tucked the blanket tighter around him. “You’re going to survive this, Thor. I’ll nurse you back to health” you promised with a smile.

He tucked his arms beneath the blanket, but then opened his mouth expectantly, waiting for you to feed him. You raised an eyebrow, half in disbelief.

“Seriously?” you asked, folding your arms.

“I’m cold,” he said, his voice softening to a pitiful tone. “And I have no power to lift my arms.” He glanced up at you with wide, pleading puppy dog eyes.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t resist him. “Fine” you muttered, taking a spoonful of soup and carefully blowing on it before bringing it to his lips. He gave you a grateful smile before eating it.

It took some time, but you eventually managed to feed him most of the soup. After you set the empty bowl down, you turned to pick it up and take it to the kitchen, but he suddenly reached out grabbing your wrist before you could leave. 

“Don’t leave me!” he pleaded dramatically.

“I’m just going to put the bowl in the sink. I’ll be right back,” you said, trying to remove his hand from your wrist, but his grip tightened gently.

“You can do that later. I’m cold, and I need to feel your warmth, please?” he pleaded.

The dramatic tone was gone, and he was genuinely seeking comfort now, pulling you gently toward him. You couldn’t help but smile as his arms opened, making room for you next to him. “Alright, alright, you drama queen,” you muttered, trying to hide your grin. You settled down next to him on the couch as he wrapped his strong arms around you, his head resting against your chest.

“I’m your drama queen,” he whispered contentedly, nuzzling into your warmth as you ran your fingers through his hair.

You sighed, feeling his heavy body relax against you. Despite all the dramatics, he was undeniably sweet like this, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth in your heart as you held him close. For now, he was yours to baby, and you didn't mind one bit.

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Thor - Mood Swings

Requested by anon, hope you like it!

Plot: you’re having a shitty day, and on top, you’ve lashed out on Thor. But he always makes things better, not matter what.

Thor winced when the door creaked under his grasp, and tried to finish closing it as quietly as he could. He would have used the window, because he loved to scare you by sneaking in; and he knew that you didn’t really mind it. But since that morning, the orders had been clear; stay out of my sight or I’ll do much more than just cut your hair. It wasn’t as if he was afraid of you, he clearly wasn’t, yet for some reason he couldn’t find and inch of joke in your words. So he decided to enter your apartment like you always reminded him and used the spare key you had given him.

Inside the apartment, there was only one light on, the one in the living room by the window. That had been the only way Thor had had to know you were still up, and why he had decided to pay you a quick visit. He didn’t really understand why you were upset with him, but that morning you had kicked him out of your apartment screaming and nearly sobbing. When you had closed the door on his face, he had gotten the hint of leaving you along for the day.

“Y/N?” he tried to sound as soft as possible. “You there, my love?”

He didn’t receive any negative answer, just a low hum, so he stepped inside the living room.

You were laying on the couch, face down, hands under your belly and feet dangling down. Thor cleared his throat and let the bag he had been carrying on the desk, making enough noise to wake you up in case you were asleep. Instead of looking at him or making his presence known, you just groaned against the pillow.

Thor kicked out his shoes, took off his coat and sat on the coffee table. After two broken ones, you had bought one strong enough to hold the weight of the God. The apartment smelt like tea and some aromatic candles that were lit in the corner, something Thor hadn’t smelt before. In fact, he didn’t even know you liked tea.

Carefully not to disturb you, Thor rubbed a lazy hand over your face, tucking your hair behind your ear and letting him see your closed eyes.

“Are you alright? You look quiet unwell, my –“

“Do I fucking look like I’m alright?” you snapped at him, and finally opened your eyes. They bored into him and Thor had to shift on his place uncomfortable, used to the sweetness of them. When he thought about it, you looked a bit different; pale, bags under your eyes and hair stuck to your forehead.

“That was dumb of me to ask” he retorted, trying to remember anything that you had taught him about the human culture that might explain your mood. “Can I… help you?”

“Yes, you can leave me alone”

You buried your face into the pillow and let out a loud groan. Your body shifted a little, what let Thor see the origin of the tea smell; there was a heating pad under your hip, staining the couch with the water that evaporated. His hand didn’t leave your hair, but kept caressing it until it descended to your shoulders.

Thor was surprised to see how much tension was there, and instantly both of his hands travelled there and started massaging the muscles. You sighed and your body slumped against the couch, and since he woke up that morning, Thor smiled. He had tried to kill time by visiting his friends at the Stark Tower, taking a stroll around the park and stopping to take a few pictures with fans, and actually travelled to another planet to see how things were going. None of those things made him as happy as seeing you relaxed.

It went on for a while, both of you silent as Thor worked on the knots of your back.

“Thor?”

“Yes?”

“Can you – can you bring me something to eat?” you turned your head around and Thor’s eyes almost budged out of its sockets when he saw the tears on yours.

“Why are you crying?” Thor moved to kneel in front of the couch, and stopped to caress your cheek. “My love, are you in pain? Has someone hurt you?”

“Please?” you didn’t answer to his question. “Chocolate and pizza?”

Thor nodded quickly and stumbled away to the kitchen, where a series of crushes and curses sounded. Perks of living in a small apartment like yours and having a bear for a boyfriend. The tears ran down your cheeks freely as Thor savaged your fridge in search of the food you had requested.

In a record time, Thor had the oven running with your pizza making itself – maybe with a little help of his thunder’s electricity, a bunch of screams from your neighbours because of power break, and a lot of Thor’s screaming back at them – and was running back to the couch with two bars of chocolate.

When he was met with your lip wobbling and your wet cheeks, the God crumbled down to his knees and let the chocolate on the now bended coffee table.

“You’re crying! Please, don’t cry Y/N” Thor begged you, and you only felt like crying more because of his pained eyes. “I’m sorry, is this my fault? Do you want me to leave again?”

“No, it’s not your fault!” you cried harder, full broken sobs. “Just – just the mood swings of my period, baby. Please don’t leave”

Your arms, that had been tucked under your body, freed themselves and you raised them towards Thor; who finally understood. He understood why you had seemed so flustered that morning, when you had woken up and he had asked about the red strains of the sheets. And when you had kicked him off the apartment, or why you had a heating pad under your hips.

Thor smiled softly at you and let you wrap yourself around him like an octopus while he hoisted your up from your armpits.

“Bed and Netflix?” he proposed, and you nodded against his collarbone. “I can rub your belly while the pizza heats”

“Please” you whined.

Period had never been an easy matter for you. Since you were a teenager, mood swings and horrible pains were a part of it, every month and every year. It had been a really embarrassing topic for you to talk about with your previous boyfriends, because your mood swings had been so drastic that they became grossed out. But with Thor had been different, as everything in your relationship.

He cherished every part of you, and talked with proudness how women were the strongest beings for enduring the pains of the period and the birth of a child. He didn’t protest when he had to go and buy pads in the middle of the night or when situations like that happened every once in a month. Still, you always felt bad about the God, who always endured them without breaking a sweat.

“I’m sorry” you apologised softly, as Thor laid you on bed and hovered over you. You didn’t release his neck.

“I know, it’s okay” he assured you, and kissed the tip of your mouth. “I just wish you had told me sooner. You know I can help with this things, my love. Everything to make you feel alright again”

You smiled and answered him by kissing his lips. It didn’t make the pain away, but your day was better just like that. Thor kissed you slow and softly, and his hand sneaked to under your shirt, just where the pain was. You almost jumped out of your skin when the sparks hit you, even if it wasn’t the first time he did it.

As he kissed you, the pain subsided. His fingers massaged slowly your belly, emitting sparks of electricity every once in a while to make the pain go away. It took him a while to make you relax completely, never leaving your lips or cheeks. Thor peered with kissed every inch of your face, and just when the oven beeped, you breathed in relief.

“Better?”

“Much better” you smiled at him, suddenly feeling sleepy.

Receiving voltage was something that scared you the first time he said it out loud, but when you were in pain and desperate to make it pass, you were open to nearly anything. It wasn’t a pleasurable feeling, neither a bad one, because Thor was as careful as a surgeon.

“You still want pizza?” Thor asked. He was standing above you, his whole weight resting on one arm and both of his knees. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but he didn’t complain. “Or I could put it to the fridge and cuddle”

“I think I like the second one better”

Contradicting your words, you raised your arms until they were locked again behind Thor’s neck. Your leg formed a tight circle around his waist and he chuckle. The room was dark, and when you closed your eyes, everything went down to your touch, smell and hearing.

Thor’s skin was rough. It was filled with scars from the multiple battles he had been in, and by nature his skin wasn’t smooth. Burn marks, peeled skin and scabs. But it comforted you, as you rubbed the pads of your fingers against it.

Thor smelt weird. Probably from traveling so much, he didn’t have an specific smell, like mint or coffee. You liked to say he smelt like home. It was smooth and pleasurable, so you sniffed against his neck.

There wasn’t anything to hear, but Thor’s breathing. It was even, always even; in battle, or in bed. The oven beeped in the background, but you only heard Thor’s breathing.

“I take that you want me to carry you?” Thor chuckled, and you hummed.

There was a faint movement, and then Thor’s hand was holding you up under your ass. You didn’t really noticed how he moved or what he did, just that the beeping stopped and that sooner than later you were back in bed. By then, you were almost asleep against his shoulder, and when you opened your eyes, you were met with Thor’s beautiful eyes in front of you.

The scented candle was in the room, and its soft glow made Thor’s hair look golden. He smiled at you, looking angelical, and his hand that was on your waist pulled your closer. Instead of kissing you, you tucked your head under his chin and closed your eyes again.

“Are you clean for the night?” Thor asked, referring to your pad. You smiled at his thoughtfulness. “Or do you want me to carry to the bathroom?”

“I’m good for the night” you answered him. “Love you. A lot”

“I love you to, Y/N. Don’t ever doubt I won’t be there for you”

You didn’t get to hear the last words, as you drifted the world of dreams. But they left a tingling feeling in your heart, that wouldn’t go away any time soon.

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Pleasurable revenge (Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth one shot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion. 

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A/N: Another prompt from one of my regulars! Thank you to VampireQueen666 for this prompt and as always it's been fun to write. I did add a little onto the end though and I hope you like it as well as the rest of you who also love this pairing between Chris and Tom. 

Plus it’s taken me a while to continue with prompts, because I’ve been having a lot of difficulties involving the Wattpad app syncing up with what I have been working on on my computer. I even lost my progress and had to start over as I write straight onto Wattpad first. Anyway, I will continue to finish all prompts anyway and I thank you all for your patients in the meantime.

Enjoy 😊 x

(Reminder the short October 2023 prompt requests run has finished and prompts are now closed. I'm currently just finishing the last of the prompts)

Prompt request by VampireQueen666 on A03: It's a sexy prompt, of course, lol—another bromance with benefits. Hemsworth is on set and watches the scene where Loki gets his clothes zapped off in Loki, so when the crew leaves for a break, Chris eats Tom's ass. Cut to Thor: Love and Thunder, Chris is tied up for his nude scene, and the crew leaves for a bit, which gives Tom enough time to blow him for revenge.

Summary: Whilst on the Loki set Tom's nervous about Chris watching him do a scene where he has to be practically naked, despite having a friends with benefits relationship together for years, and that Tom has been naked onsets before too. Although this doesn't go unnoticed by Chris who takes it upon himself to make Tom feel relaxed and bring him pleasure, which almost gets them caught in the act, and a year later Tom gets his own revenge and gives Chris pleasure whilst the onset of Thor: Love and Thunder.

Warning: Friends with benefits, m/m relationship, semi-public nudity, oral sex male receiving, masturbation, innuendos and dirty talking.

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Loki 

Tom walked onto set in his Loki costume, the very same one from the first Avengers movie, and just in typical Loki fashion he stands on his mark and holds his arms out theatrically. That very same god-like presence the character is known for oozing from every pore.

"Ah, it still fits!" Chris says excitedly, as he marvels at Tom and causes Tom's expression to change into a mischievous grin.

"I'm honestly surprised it does!" Tom replies with laughter in his voice, as he drops his Loki persona and runs his hands down the front of his costume.

"Yeah, well you look good bro!" Chris says, then bites his lower lip whilst his smoldering eyes drink in his appearance. 

Tom chuckles as he feels his cheeks heat up before saying, "thanks, bro." They then hug it out in their usual brotherly way whenever around other people.

"Good enough to eat." Chris whispers into Tom's ear, making Tom's breath hitch in his throat and his reddened cheeks get brighter.

Although Tom recovered rather quickly as they were ready to start the scene, Chris made himself at home behind the camera, taking a seat so he could watch and show his support. In fact both Chris and Tom have often been present while the other was on a Marvel set, even if the other wasn't in it at all, or just not in certain scenes. Occasionally they would be there on other sets for each other, but that was a lot more rare than being on a Marvel set. This time though was an extra special visit for Chris to be around as it's Tom's birthday in a couple of days. Chris surprisingly showed up the day before after saying he wasn't going to be able to make it, of course it ended up just being a lie.

As Tom got offset he shared a few exchange of words with some of the cast and crew in passing. Mostly words of a job well done as the rehearsal run for the Loki series had just ended, everything was going exceptionally well already, and filming was to begin the next day. When Tom finally arrived at his trailer he opened the door with a tired sigh then he switched the light on on his way inside. 

"Hey." Tom's jaw instantly dropped upon seeing Chris completely naked as he sat wide legged and leaning back on his hands on the table. "Miss me?" Chris adds, as he runs his fingers through his hair and purposely making a show of his rippling abdominal muscles.

"You said you weren't coming." Tom replies once he found his voice after closing the door to his trailer, while eyeing him up, hunger brewing below the surface and forgoing any tiredness he'd previously felt.

Chris just shrugs with a sly smile on his lips as Tom makes a b-line to stand between his legs. There was very little time before Tom's lips were on his, impatiently moving, hands roaming his well trimmed physique. It had been a long time, too long since they'd last been together and Chris was just as eager to rekindle the benefits part of their relationship.

Between takes Tom would glance over at Chris and share a few smiles with him or he would throw in a subtle wink here and there. It's clear to see he's happy Chris is here with him and the fact Chris is going to be around for his birthday too was all he could ask for.

Later on in the day Tom had gone offset to change, but he hadn't told Chris about this particular upcoming scene, he was actually a little nervous, despite Chris having seen everything there is about him already and vice versa. Not that he needed to say anything given where they just left off before this change was made. After he got back onset he had a fluffy robe on to make it a comfortable transition, then he disrobed and handed the robe to a crew member, just before he stood on his mark in nothing but flesh coloured boxers. Once on his mark he was about to take a deep breath when he looked Chris' way, perhaps not the best idea as he catches himself from making lewd noises, due to Chris sneakily making sexual gestures with his hands. He knew Chris was doing it to mess with him, trying to see if he would crack before the scene began, or even the possibility of getting a boner. Which certainly wasn't an option for him in the tight flesh coloured boxers that already were absurdly clinging low, the v dip visible enough to leave very little to the audience's imaginations when watching thanks to the camera angle.

"Absolutely not! This is fine Asgardian leather." Tom repeats the last line he had previously filmed, as he gets back into the scene of Loki's clothes being vaporised by a robot.

However after several takes of the scene Tom still wasn't very relaxed and it showed on camera. He'd done plenty of nude and sex scenes to know how this works, even in the past he's felt a little nervous before filming any particular scene of that nature, this time though he knew he was having issues because Chris is watching him. The way he was acting hadn't gone unnoticed by Chris either and he found it adorable. The noticeable nervous tics and the deliverance of his lines were not quite where Tom expected of himself, the frustration he has about the scene too, everything made Chris want to help him out. He was actually thankful when the mutual agreement amongst everyone was to take a break for a while, this was obviously Chris' opportunity to get Tom to relax, get him to have some stressful yet pleasurable release.  

Once everybody else had left the set Chris slowly approached Tom as he racked his fingers through his hair and he sighed heavily. There was silence between them as they stood close together for a bit while just staring into each other's eyes. It was a mere distraction, as Chris kept Tom's gaze on his as he pinched the waistband of the tight flesh coloured boxers, and tugged them ever so slightly, then he let it go so it slapped against Tom's skin sharply.

"Hey!" Tom protests, only there's a smile on his face now that he sees Chris trying to act innocent, yet his playfully intentions to him were very apparent still.

"Come on, Tommy, you've been naked on sets before...hell you've even been naked around me many, many, many times...." Chris says teasingly, as he leant in closer and then began nibbling on his neck, causing Tom to gasp and his arms to wrap around him. "Don't overthink this..." He adds between nibbles.

"I've heard you say that before." Tom chuckles, as his eyes close and he soaks in the attention he's currently receiving.

"Course, you have...it's exactly what I told you when all this between us began. I wanted to tear up that ass of yours so badly." Chris wasn't ashamed of saying so, as he firmly squeezed Tom's behind in perfect timing to another bite, causing a deep throaty groan to escape Tom's lips.

They've never regretted getting into bed together after the first time they hooked up. Even now after years of the pair sharing this secret benefit side to their friendship, it has always remained as something they looked forward to whenever they saw each other, despite Tom's initial hesitations. 

Chris then began kissing his way down Tom's body, taking his time to enjoy Tom's more muscular form, one he hasn't seen quite like this since he saw Tom a week before he finished doing Kong years ago. Not that he minded when Tom wasn't this way either, because to him Tom was beautiful no matter what. Although the lower Chris' kisses got the more delighted Tom felt, particularly when he felt his lips along the v dip that was visible to him, it was a weak spot for Tom.

"Chris." Tom says in gentle breathy warning, just in case anyone were to walk back in on them at any moment.

"Earlier when I said you look good enough to eat...I meant it." Chris says in a low sultry voice, as he moves around and then keels behind him. Tom knew exactly what Chris intended to do for him, despite his gently warning deep down he wanted this to happen, he was getting hard too.

Tom soon felt Chris pulling the fleshed coloured boxers down, his cock sprung out of the tight confinements as he did so, and a sigh of relief was a telling sign that he needed that. Chris' chuckling caused Tom's cheeks to heat up, but he just let him proceed this time, as Chris grabbed at his peachy and delicious arse with both hands, then kneaded his cheeks firmly a few times. Followed by his lips softly kissing the lowest part of his back without fully touching Tom's behind with his lips. Chris then continued to be gentle at first, as he began prodding the tip of his tongue in and out Tom's cheeks, alternately between licking around the rim of the hole. Tom moaned softly as he felt the moist muscle between his cheeks as he focused on not clenching. 

Albeit as Chris' ministrations intensified Tom bit down on the inside of his cheek to restrain the noises he so badly wanted to make. Usually Chris would protest if Tom even attempted to silence himself, right now though Chris knew better, he didn't want them to be caught in this private moment either. Yet that didn't stop Tom from reaching down to his neglected needy cock, tightly taking hold of it and giving it a slight squeeze, a throaty groan managed to escape before he began to leisurely stroke himself. 

A few strokes later Chris' ears pricked up at the distinct sounds of Tom's arousal being spread up and down his length, causing him to smirk, although it wasn't there for long as he went all in. Tom's eyes widened and his hand stopped mid pump as Chris really got into it. A strangled moan was constricted in his throat before he took in a shaky breath to keep his focus. That's all it took for him to start aggressively stroking himself this time for that heightened pleasure and he felt Chris' hands tighten on his hips. Eventually Tom's cum came out in thick ropes into his hand, his breaths hard, while his body shuddered in Chris' hands. They both didn't stop until Tom was eased down from his pleasurable climax. When past the breaking point Chris stood back up and moved around so he's facing Tom again. A smug smile graced his lips as he saw that blissed out glint in Tom's eyes and hearing him pant heavily always delighted Chris. 

Chris then takes Tom's hand and licks it clean for him, a groan of approval rumbles in his chest, when he's done he kisses his palm then wrist as Tom makes himself look decent again with his free hand. 

"You can do this." Chris says and pecks Tom on the lips just before everyone returns to set and filming continues as if nothing ever happened.

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Thor: Love and Thunder

Chris strides onto set in just fleshed coloured shorts, completely unfazed about showing off his well toned body, clearly as his confidence seemed to come out more and more with each step he took. A smile formed on his face as heads began to turn his way, as just like Thor he enjoyed the attention on him, particularly Tom's. 

"Humm...this seems familiar." Tom says as soon as Chris approached himself, Tessa and Natalie who he'd been talking to in between takes. Although Tessa and Natalie thought nothing about Tom's comment seeing as Chris has been shirtless before whilst being Thor. Yet they couldn't help but check him out, not that Tom could blame them, yet he knew he would be the one who gets Chris' full attention.

"Huh...I suppose it is." Chris says as he ponders mockingly, when in reality he knows exactly what Tom is referring to. Only this time it's Chris' turn or rather Thor's turn to be naked, as Zeus flicks his disguise too hard and ends up taking all of Thor's clothes off in this scene.

"Show us the tattoos!" Tessa says excitedly, as she then tries to get Chris to turn around, of course he obliges and turns around, and he reveals the messy collection of fake tattoos that Thor has gotten. Loki's helmet being the centred one and being the largest.

"It looks like Thor favours quantity over quality." Natalie says with disappointment. Tessa was also disappointed when she saw the tattoos.

"Yeah, well beats sitting in makeup for longer than necessary for the one scene." Chris says as he turns back around with a slight shrug.

"Perhaps in the future something can be added to make it look less like...a child's drawing?" Tom adds, although he agrees on the quality not being great, but he at least liked they're more about Loki than anyone else. Not that he expressed that thought out loud though.

"Personally I think it's defiantly what Thor would get...maybe he drew them himself and the tattoo artist traced them onto a stencil so the end result will be more personal to him." Chris says as he defends Thor's decision making. 

The conversation was cut short as everybody was now ready for the scene. Tom patted Chris on his shoulder as he took a seat off camera. Tessa and Natalie found their seats on set as did the rest of the actors playing the other gods get into position, while Chris got his cape on and got handcuffed to the chains ready before the cameras started rolling. Unfortunately, everything came to a grinding halt as they were having technical difficulties, and as it was taking so long for everyone to wait around for things to start up again a call for a lunch break was announced. Everyone then started to pile offset leaving a couple of crew members to sort everything before lunch was over along with Chris and Tom.

"No, leave it." Tom says with a low commanding voice, before Chris' handcuffs could be removed by a crew member. The crew member looked between the two men for a moment before he and the other crew member scurried offset, Tom's expression was very dominating right now and they didn't want to stick around, and they left the pair alone. Although Tom clearly had hinted at the full extent of their relationship from acting this way, right now however he didn't care, he was in charge and he was after revenge.

"What are you up to?" Chris asks with one eyebrow raised in question, yet there's also a smirk on his lips, hinting at the fact he already knows what's to come.

"Come on now, darling, you know exactly what this is about." Tom says in a temping and sensual way as he walks closer towards him.

"Yeah, but I want to hear you say it." Chris said with a suggestive look.

"Maybe you'd prefer it if I show you instead." Tom said, as he tugs the tie on the cape around Chris, while pushing the hood down with his other hand, before slipping it off him completely.

"Maybe you should." Chris agrees, the excitement in his eyes growing.

Firstly Tom kisses Chris on his mouth deeply and with passion, holding the back of his head with one hand and the other on his waist, the sound of the chains rattling as Chris struggles to reach for Tom. Chris' futile attempt caused Tom to chuckle into the kiss, but that didn't stop Chris from biting Tom's lower lip.

"Ah, ah, ah...you've had your fun. It's my turn now." Tom says playfully after pulling away from his lips.

"You know me...I can't resist you when you're near me." Chris said flirtatiously.

"I can't fault you on that." They both chuckled when Tom said this, but then they groaned as Chris rolled his hips against Tom's.

Tom shakes his head slightly before he kisses down Chris' body, whilst enjoying the full extent of his muscular form, while his hands caress every available inch he can get hold of. Taking his time like Chris had when they last shared a private moment on the Loki set. The very same reason Tom wanted his revenge on him.

Chris then watches as Tom kneels before him whilst feeling him pulling his flesh coloured shorts down with him. The shorts ultimately end up around Chris' ankles and due to their length they end up touching the floor too. Their eyes then connect again, both sets of eyes lustful and excited, although it was but a short moment before Tom's gaze lowers to Chris' semi-hard cock. Tom proceeds to take hold of his hips firmly and squeezes them before kitten licks the tip of his cock. Chris moans softly as soon as he feels the little lick and he feels his cock start to get harder. 

A few little licks after Tom takes the full head of his cock between his lips and begins to softly suck like something sweet touching his lips. Chris lets another soft moan as he wishes his fingers could tangle and brush through Tom's hair like he'd normally do during moments like this. Albeit it doesn't take long for Tom to gradually take his hardened cock further and further down his throat slowly before pulling back to the head. He repeats the action several times and earns more moans of approval. 

"God...it's so good to have your mouth around me again." Chris chuckles breathily, his enjoyment only kept increasing as he felt Tom's hands tighten on his hips.

Soon after that Tom began to pick up the pace. Sucking and licking the underside of his cock repeatedly in a rhythmic pace he set. Sounds of slurping then got mixed with Chris' soft moans as Chris' arousal began to pre-drip down his throat, causing Tom to groan around him, and sending vibrations up Chris' spine. Also Tom began to massage his balls with one hand to heighten the pleasurable revenge he was infecting upon his friend. 

"You look so good on your knees right now." Chris says in between breathy pants.

Hearing Chris' words caused Tom to groan while he took him deep down his throat, almost to the point of gagging before pulling back, his own breaths taken sharply in and out his nose. Chris' eyes fluttered slightly because of it and then he watched Tom reach his hand down his own jeans instead of massaging his balls. A smirk formed on Chris' lips when he reached how much Tom was enjoying giving oral, the groan around his cock was also proved as much, and Chris found this even hotter than moments ago.

Tom keeps working on getting his revenge on Chris, as he massages his own balls as he seeks out his own need for pleasure while his other hand keeps a firm hold of Chris' hip, his fingers bound to leave marks on his flesh. Luckily they wouldn't be noticeable once his shorts were pulled back up. Moments later Chris came hot and thick down Tom's throat and he came in his jeans like a teenager who couldn't control himself around his crush. The mere sight made Chris' heart flutter, seeing Tom on his knees enjoying this just as much as he does, and both moaned in sync as they reached their climaxes.

"I best get cleaned up." Tom chuckles breathily as he stands up and un-handcuffs Chris from the chains.

"No, don't..." Chris says and runs his thumb across Tom's swollen red lips once his hand was freed. "I want you to remember how good this was. I want...I want to be a real couple, Tommy. I love you." He adds, his voice a little rough from their private moment, but it's laced with all his feelings he's tried not to let anything happen only thing is he couldn't help it. He loves him.

"Chris...I-I love you too. so much. I just didn't think you'd feel the same, but after all these years...there's been no one else quite like you." Tom confessed, both smiled and felt relief that neither of them had to pretend there wasn't anything else beyond what they had, that there was nothing beyond their friends with benefits relationship anymore. Feelings ran too deep for it to stay like that.

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Furiosa thoughts

About 48 hours after watching, I think my take on Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga is coalescing into: I enjoyed it as a Mad Max movie but found it disappointing as a Fury Road prequel.

Any Mad Max movie made after Fury Road was always going to suffer the fate of being compared to Fury Road, which is the best action movie ever made. So like, compared to any other action movie you can think of, Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (we'll call it FMMS going forward) is very very good! It just isn't Fury Road.

The rest is under the cut for spoilers:

The action sequences were compelling. (I was aware I was hunched forward in my seat in tension/anticipation almost the entire time.) Some of them were even brilliant. That long sequence where the Octoboss and the Mortiflyers (yes those are their names) are attacking the War Rig with all kinds of airborne contraptions? Phenomenal. I was like yes okay now we are in a Mad Max movie! Other than that one sequence, though, in which we see Furiosa and Praetorian Jack begin to trust each other, I thought they rarely achieved the kind of wordless advancement of character relationships through action beats that is the lifeblood of Fury Road. So the action was good, but it was just normal-good, not Fury Road transcendent.

I did miss John Seale's cinematography. While I thought the action choreography was great, the shot selection was just not as dynamic and interesting as in Fury Road. I also really did not vibe with so much of the musical themes being recycled from Fury Road. The Fury Road score is SO memorable and the music is such an integral part of the momentum and feeling of every scene in the movie; I can play that score and see every beat of the action unfolding in my brain now. I wanted new score that felt like it was a part of this new action that we were seeing.

I loved all the new worldbuilding details and finally getting to see inside Gastown and the Bullet Farm. Those locations and their unique features were utilized really well for the action that took place in them. Loved the new details we got about the Citadel. The grappling hooks just dipping down to yoink people's vehicles during battle? Fantastic. The hidden Citadel ledge with the little pool of water?? That was such a fanfic-ready location. Pretty sure I already wrote at least one fic set there back in like 2016.

The Green Place! Very different from what I imagined but so much worldbuilding in just a few shots.

In general I thought the new cast rose to the challenge. Alyla Browne who played little kid Furiosa I thought was phenomenal actually. That's a tough role, both emotionally and physically, for a child actor and she slayed it. Casting Indigenous model and actress Charlee Fraser to play Furiosa's mother certainly made the Stolen Generation parallels more obvious. I'll have a lot more to say about Dementus down below, but Chris Hemsworth brought a great combo of bonkers and menacing.

I never doubted that Anya Taylor-Joy could bring the emotional intensity needed to the role--she can do crazy eyes like nobody's business, and with the growl she put in her voice she really did sound like Charlize Theron a bit. I found her physicality convincing for a young Furiosa. But she is not Charlize, through no fault of her own. Charlize is tall and she has broad shoulders and she just takes up so much space when moving and fighting as Furiosa and I think it was always going to be hard to replicate that. As long as they didn't try too hard to bridge the gap between the characters I was fine with it. But that one scene at the end where she's bringing the Wives to the Rig I was very viscerally like that is NOT our Furiosa. (I almost wish they would've used Charlize's stunt double for that scene the way they popped Jacob Tomuri into Max's place.) They could have simply left a time gap--based on the "15 years" she says to Dementus and the 7,000+ days we hear about in Fury Road there should be at least a 4-year gap between the film timelines, although in terms of bridging the look of the two actors it feels like it should be more like 10 years.

If FMMS had been a self-contained movie about a character named Furiosa in the Mad Max universe, I think I would have found it very satisfying. But as a prequel to Fury Road there were a bunch of ways I thought it was lacking on a story level.

I think it's pretty clear that this is not the backstory, or at least not the complete backstory, that Charlize Theron was imagining while playing Furiosa. Which...there's nothing objectively wrong with that; word of God and what actors think about their characters doesn't supersede what's on film for determining what is canon. However, Fury Road positions Joe as Furiosa's main antagonist, and while we don't get the full story behind the incandescent rage she directs at him, we know that rage is there and is a big part of her motivation. In interviews at the time, Charlize talked about the idea that Furiosa had been stolen to be a Wife but then was discovered to be infertile and discarded, how she survived by hiding in the Citadel and eventually rose to a position of power, how she saw her actions not as saving the Wives but as stealing them, and that her motivation at least starts out as more about hurting Joe than helping these women.

We get only the tiniest suggestion of Furiosa's backstory in Fury Road ("I was taken as a child, stolen") and the rest we piece together by implication. She is a healthy full-life woman working for a man who keeps healthy full-life women as sex slaves, hoping one of them will produce a viable male heir for him. She is effectively a general in his army, projecting his power on the wasteland, a position no other woman seems to occupy. She tells Max she is seeking "redemption." Redemption for what? She doesn't say. But "whatever she has done to win a position of power within this misogynist death cult" seems like a pretty obvious answer.

And that's interesting! That's an interesting backstory that engages with some of the core themes and moral questions of the Mad Max universe. These movies deal a lot with the tension between self-preservation and human connection. Do you screw someone else over to protect yourself? Even if it means putting them in the terrible position that you yourself have clawed your way out of? Even if it means enforcing your own oppressor's power over them? Or do you take the risk of helping people and caring enough to connect with them, even though this carries an emotional and physical risk?

FMMS doesn't really engage with Furiosa's relationship to Joe like, at all. It's not like Joe comes off looking like a good guy. He's just hardly in the movie. I don't know if this would have been different if Hugh Keays-Byrne were still alive. I don't know if there was pressure from the studio to cast an A-list male lead actor alongside Anya Taylor-Joy (who's a hot commodity now but wasn't what I would call an A-lister when she was originally cast). I don't know if, once Chris Hemsworth was cast, that affected how central his character's role became, since he is certainly the biggest name attached to the film. I would have actually been fine with Chris Hemsworth or another actor of his ilk playing a younger Joe, and us getting to see some of the charisma that attracted followers to him.

But the end result is that we have Dementus, who is a perfectly fine Mad Max villain, and quite entertaining at times! But not the most compelling antagonist you could give Furiosa.

The four Mad Max movies that feature Max go through an interesting evolution. In the first two movies, the villains are people "outside" society--criminals and roving gangs--and the people Max is defending are "civilization." So we have Mad Max where Max is a very fucked-up cop, and Road Warrior where Max is the prototypical western gunslinger, riding in to town to protect the settlement from an outside threat, but ultimately unable to accept any of the comforts of civilization for himself.

Then in Thunderdome and Fury Road, the dynamic switches. Now the antagonists are warlords and dictators. They are civilization. And the people Max ends up helping are trying to escape them.

To me, Dementus feels much more like the earlier kind of Mad Max villain. If there's another Mad Max movie I can most compare FMMS to, it's the first one. Dementus is Furiosa's Toecutter. (Kills her family, gives her her signature disabling injury, movie ends with her seeking revenge on him but it doesn't feel heroic or triumphant.) The whole end of FMMS when Furiosa is implacably hunting down Dementus? Extremely Mad Max 1.

But violent revenge holds a different symbolic place in Furiosa's story than it does in Max's. The end of Mad Max is a tragedy because Max tells us it is. He explicitly states, early in the movie, that he needs to stop being a cop or he'll become no different than the violent criminals he's pursuing. So he leaves his job and goes on an extended weird vacation with his wife and child, trying to get away from the violence of a collapsing society. But that violence finds him anyway, and by the end of the movie, Max has become the exact thing he said he didn't want to be. It's a tragedy not because the people Max kills in revenge for killing his family don't deserve it, but because seeking violent sadistic revenge is damaging to Max. That is not what he needs in order to heal from the loss of his wife and child. What he needs is to take the risk of human connection again. This is what he starts groping toward in the following two movies and fully realizes in Fury Road.

But Furiosa doesn't have the same arc. Her story in Fury Road is about how a few people struggling against their oppressor can be the catalyst that brings down a whole regime. Furiosa getting to rip Joe's face off is fucking satisfying, and it's supposed to be! So it's a bit weird, then, to spend an entire movie giving her a backstory that not only is not about Joe at all, but implies that seeking and getting revenge against Dementus for killing her mother and Jack is what made her into the person we see in Fury Road.

Aside from questions of revenge, what I thought Furiosa's goal was going to be is set up in the beginning of the movie. "No matter what happens, find your way home." Very clear objective there. And then we see her try to get home like, 1.5 times. I thought we were well set up to follow the tried and true film story format of "simple goal, big obstacles, high stakes." I wanted to see her trying over and over again to get home, and being thwarted in different ways every time. I wanted to see grief and guilt over her mother's death turn her mother's last command into a mission for which she would sacrifice anything (and anyone) else. I wanted to see her justify working for Joe and accumulating power in the violent world of the Citadel as what she has to do in order to get home. I wanted to see "Have you done this before?" "Many times." But we didn't really get that either.

Ultimately, I think the least frustrating way to think about the film--which the film itself encourages--is as one of many possible Wasteland legends about a character called Furiosa. Maybe it happened this way. Maybe it didn't. Maybe this is the Furiosa we see in Fury Road. Maybe it isn't. It all depends on how much you believe of the History Man's tales.

[two-white-butterflies]

she's poison | m33

Description: Your relationship is leaked to the public. No one believes that you're dating Max.

Pairing: max verstappen/it-girl!reader

There was only one reason that a woman would fall in love willingly - and it was because the man was enchanting. The first time that you met him - he ignored everything that you did. He ignored your existence - because there was no fucking way that a goddess like you would choose to come down to earth and be with him.

He held his head high - holding his ego close to his chest. He'd be perfectly content in going back to his apartment, knowing that he blowed off the chance of a lifetime. He figured that you'd fade - and be one of the girls that he could've loved.

He'd be happy with your memory, but Lando had to open his mouth: "No damn way that Max is bagging that hottie." his friend muttered in his thick British accent. The entire table erupted into drunken laughter - and he could feel his ego shatter into a million pieces.

Without another word - he sashays towards you. Smiling with those innocent eyes of his. "Hey, I couldn't help but see that you're alone. Do you have friends here?" Max asked with a smile, trying to keep the conversation long enough for his friends to realize that you were 'somewhat' interested.

You turned to look at him - shock flooding through your features. He wasn't like the guys that you spoke to - nothing like Earl Westfort or that Taiwanese tycoon that your parents force you to tolerate. Shit, this man who you've known for only 3 seconds was a breath of fresh air. He was the calm after a storm.

"Sadly, I'm alone - my friends ditched me." you chuckled, dancing along to the tune of the music. "Do you want to get out of here?" he offered - unable to hear you clearly because of the noise.

And you couldn't believe it - because you agreed.

That was the beginning of your love story - the guy who was shooting his shot, and the girl who let him.

glitterparty23: privacy sign on the door 🔒

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bentashakers: that's literally liam hemsworth 😭 - lovingitcoma: No, it's obviously Chris Evans

BELONGmeee34: Chris Evans and Y/N L/N??? WTF

celebrityupdates: Y/N L/N, Chris Evans and Margot Robbie on the movie premiere of 'The Last Days of Santa Elena'

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chrisandyn2: They think that they're slick for this 😭

uwuwu123: NO PICS OF THEM TOGETHER??

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ynandchris: We've been saying Y/N and Chris but it's actually Max and Y/N hahahahahahahahahahah

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glitterparty23: 💗

[kimbureh]

Okay, it's almost 8 years since Mad Max Fury Road premiered in cinemas, and 15 hours ago the trailer for the long announced Furiosa prequel has dropped. I'm not one for media hype, but I am pumped for this, and here is why:

there is a clear aesthetic continuity with Mad Max Fury Road: the color scheme, the bright eyes, the center frame. The look is referenced enough to be recognizeable, but it's not just a simple copy but adjusts it to the story: the color isn't *quite* as glaring, the center frame isn't adhered to as strictly as in mmfr

it's called HER Odyssey! Chris Hemsworth (who is there for some reason) asks Furiosa "do you have it in you to make it epic?"; this, my friends, is Nico Lathouris speaking. He's not just one of the writing credits of mmfr, he's also a master of ancient storytelling techniques, and he's telling us right to the face what he's about to do. Furiosa is an Odyssey with a female protagonist, and just as Odysseus in the Greek original, we can expect her to be a complex character, sometimes making questionable choices (she becomes Immortan's Imperator for a good reason!).

the religious references are just as numerous; she's called the darkest angel, the promo poster shows her with an halo (and the low angle shot of hers with a soft focus length?? Goddess). Does she rise from the ashes of this world to become a Godlike figure herself, just as Immortan Joe attempts to be, because it's either apotheosis or death? A guy like Lathouris, who knows the old canon so well, might have some very interesting ideas on that.

there are war boys! RIDING EPIC CARS!!

more references from mmfr: the shot of Max standing up from the trickling sand is reference (symbol of his pain & overcoming bondage), as well as the shot Nux driving his car looking at the audience through the windshield (absolute madness trying to follow his destiny bestowed to him by Immortan). I am curious to what degree Furiosa might go through Max's and Nux's arc, but with a twist???

the green place! VUVALINI!! SO MANY VUVALINI!!!!!!

"REMEMBER HER"

this is going to be epic in the most literal sense!!!

MARGARET SIXEL IS EDITING THIS!!!!! I want a three hour reel of her talking about her craft

[lmaowhatt]

utterly obsessed series masterlist

pairing: model/actor!rafe cameron x actress/singer!female reader

| main masterlist |

heads up: uploads may be delayed! im not only focusing on this series but im focusing on other one shots that will be posted on my main masterlist linked above!

summary: actress y/n I/n has recently skyrocketed into stardom after her breakout film 'castaways' alongside sarah cameron, kevin hart, chris evans and chris hemsworth. weeks after the movies premiere, she drops her debut single, further cementing her place in the spotlight. as millions of people around the world begin to idolize her, and as she struggles with her own demons, she catches the attention of rafe cameron, who doesnt shy away from becoming utterly obsessed in what seems to be the cutest way possible.

started: 12 - 14 - 2024

finished: TBD

status: in progress!

parts:

mood boards - intro - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Cruel Summer Ch. 5

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-Chapter 5-

You stared at him before giggling, “Funny Chris, you know….. about us…now that we’re…ya know…gonna be public and all that.” you smiled as he chuckled. “Baby…you know we could never be public…I can't ditch the perfect, good girl next door, to go out with an old co star…besides, we’d never work out publicly, we're better this way. Private, just you and me, locked away in a bedroom somewhere.” he leaned in to kiss you again, but you pulled back feeling bile rise in your throat. “You never planned on leaving her for me…did you?” you asked, staring at the bed. “Babygirl,” he walked around the bed to sit by you on your side of the bed. 

He pulled your chin up kissing your lips before you pulled back, he only had a moment to see your eyes before you slapped him as hard as you could. “Get out. Get the fuck out!” you glared at him before you moved quickly off the other side of the bed. “Sweethear-” “FUCK YOU!” you screamed. “GET OUT!!” you grabbed his clothes throwing them at him, he ducked as his shoes flew at his head. 

The door busted open, your security guards and Megan stood there. “Oh Y/N…” She said softly as Chris stood up after sliding his jeans on. “Y/N! Baby come on! Knock it off, let's talk about this!” he snapped back at you. You raced off into the bathroom, locking the door as the tears fell. You started the shower, a sob leaving your lips as you slid down to the floor crying. 

A few weeks later

“And in other news mega worldwide Popstar Y/N, has deleted all posts from her social media. Sources say, She’s “Blacking out any and all communication on tour, and while she loves sharing her life with her fans, touring has taken a toll on her, she’ll return eventually, but for now. She’s got to focus on herself.” wow, so no more thank you posts to all her concert goers? That’s gonna feel like a slap to the face.” the news reporter stated as her co-star started in on you and your reputation. You sat by the window staring out over the city, thankful that no one could see you all the way up here. “Turn it off.” you grumbled out, “You know it's interesting, one former Avenger star announces his wedding date with pictures of his fiance’ the same time another former Avenger star blacks out her social media? I smell drama!” he chuckled as she gasped. 

“I don’t need to hear how Lacey and Simon think I’m some big fuck up for not wanting to be on social media right now.” you said getting up and grabbing your phone. “I’m going down to the gym, maybe running will clear my head.” you said matter of factly before grabbing your headphones. “Maybe you shouldn’t go alone?” Megan asked as she stood up. Your phone had been blowing up from friends and family checking in on you, wondering why you’d gone radio silent. 

You felt your phone go off as you exited your room and felt the corners of your mouth turn up for the first time in what felt like forever. 

Hemsworthy: ‘This place is super boring without you here.’ 

Y/N: ‘Tell me about it. I wish you were here. Life fucking sucks right now.’ 

Hemsworthy: ‘Heard you went black out on socials….you doin okay? 

Y/N: ‘Yep…got a lot going on & I don’t want to see anything online…just, want to focus back on friends and myself for a while…’ 

You sighed as you sent the message, heading into the gym where you began to walk on the treadmill. You thought back over all your time with Chris lately, before he left for South America. The movie nights eating ice cream, playing new songs for him, talking him through his depression when it came to the divorce. You felt tears in your eyes, how could you have been so fucking stupid. 

Were you this desperate to fall in love and be with someone? You’d mistook your friendship with Chris, the things that friends did, as romantic interest and felt yourself developing feelings for him. He was just recently divorced…why would he even think about dating anyone; you needed serious help. 

Hemsworthy: ‘You know if you keep running on the treadmill, you’re gonna burn holes in those tennis shoes missy. :P’ 

You glanced at the message before you did a double take; you didn’t remember telling him you were going to work out to clear your head. “If I have to stand back here any longer I’m gonna go insane.” his thick Australian accent startled you, causing you to whip around as you pulled your headphones off. “Oh my god!” you dashed over to him jumping into his arms as he laughed and hugged you tight. “I missed you popstar,” he mumbled in your ear as you buried your face into his hoodie, breathing in his scent. “I missed you too,” you whispered against his shoulder. 

You jumped down smiling up at him, “Let’s go order some room service and catch up,” he chuckled and cleared his throat, “Uh…I wanted to see if you wanted to go to dinner tonight, with me?” he smiled softly. “Somewhere nice?” he asked as you grinned and nodded, “yeah! That sounds fun!” you said as you both walked to the Elevators. “I have this super cute outfit I’ve been wanting to wear anyways!” you grinned as he chuckled. “I’m sure you’re going to look as beautiful as you always do,” Chris smiled at you, his eyes twinkled softly as you talked about your upcoming show, which was a couple of nights away and Chris was thrilled he was going to attend it. 

When he was touring with you, he would stay back at the hotel, usually cooking a meal for the two of you and picking out a couple of movies for you guys to watch and relax after your shows. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go to your shows, it was just easier to avoid the press. After the divorce, anytime they had the opportunity to print something about him or his ex wife, they jumped on it.  

Once you guys made it back up to the hotel suite, you got ready for the evening, excited to have a nice dinner with someone who didn’t give a shit how famous you were, or what was happening in your life. You looked in the mirror and smiled at the black sequinned dress, which looked like a night sky, with clouds and a half moon on it. You wore strappy black heels and a fur jacket; and paired it with a silver flashy purse with a diamond studded necklace. 

Chris grinned as he saw you come from your bedroom, “Whoa…you look…..incredible,” he held his hand out spinning you around as you giggled softly, “Thank you. My friend Kayleigh had this made for me, and I hadn't found the right occasion to wear it yet, but thought tonight was perfect.” you smiled as he smiled tenderly at you. “Well it’s perfect, come, I’ve made reservations for us.” he chuckled as you giggled excitedly. “Yay! It’s going to be so nice just…going to dinner and relaxing,” you said as you both headed to the car. 

Pulling up to your favorite restaurant you sighed softly, the paparazzi were covering the street and you looked at Chris. “I’m sorry…I know you want to avoid them, I can go first…maybe see if they have a back entrance you can come through?” you said as he reached over and grabbed your hand, smiling softly. “I think I can manage a few photos with a beautiful girl before we go to dinner.” 

The way he smiled at you, something felt different, you were starting to convince yourself that it was all in your head, but a small part of you wanted him to be into you. You knew you were developing feelings for him. “Y/N! Over here! Over here!” several voices shouted at you as you climbed out of the SUV and made your way around to the sidewalk. You smiled, waved at them, clearly not showing annoyance that you held toward them sometimes and even asked a few of them how they were doing this evening. 

You stopped and posed for a couple of photos, when the other door opened and Chris got out smiling and waving at them for a moment before he put his hand on the small of your back as he walked with you to the door. The camera clicks intensified as he placed his hand on your back and you could hear them shouting more questions as you walked in together.

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charades

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Placement: pre-relationship era; months before 'one look and they'll know'

Summary: After a particularly horrible day on set, Chris extends an invitation for you to join the cast in a game of charades to unwind.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning/s: workplace bullying (mentioned); language [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: hints of mutual pining; we're in Hemsworth's POV

"Come on, it'll be fun, Tiny Terror, I promise." Chris gave your shoulders a slight shake to hopefully snap you out of the sour mood you'd been in all day. It was more than obvious why, considering that there were a good few production assistants that looked like they were on their own personal mission to get you to break composure and break a nose, constantly putting your team down for working too slow or some other reason.

One of them even tried insisting that there were props out of place so they could call into question your skill in clocking the continuity between shots. And while it was simple enough to debunk their accusations, it had also been a rather tedious day even just watching all of the little inconveniences happen that seemed hellbent on putting a damper to your day. He couldn't imagine how much more stressful it was in your shoes.

You were only allowed a few minutes to breathe without much worry when those assistants were pulled aside for Taika to have a word with them. Because other than him, there was someone else that not only witnessed the borderline harassment that occurred today, but was damn near foaming at the mouth to start snapping at them for their insolence.

Tom.

And right now Chris could only imagine that the Brit was standing at full height putting forward every single intimidation tactic he had on display at those people and asking them point blank if they had some sort of issue with you.

"I really don't know, Hemsy, it's been a long day. I kinda just want it to be over," you sighed, the facade you'd put in place of trying to look unbothered finally cracking as your shoulders slumped. "No idea who fucking pissed in their cereal this morning but if their goal was to drag someone down with them, they fucking succeeded. Just wanna go back to my hotel room and order a big bowl of pasta and a bottle of wine and turn my phone off until tomorrow morning."

"Alright, how about this. Just a few rounds, and if you hate it, I'll pay for your pasta and wine?"

You paused, thinking over his offer for a few seconds before finally sighing, "Fine. Thirty minutes. But if I tell you I wanna go, you better be ready to order me the fattest bowl of truffle cream pasta you can find."

Just as you walked off back to your team, Taika and Tom came out of one of the back offices where they sequestered the offending crew members. There were visible scowls on their faces as they muttered to themselves while Taika whispered some instructions to security, probably telling them to keep an eye on the troublemakers moving forward.

"Saw you talking to Lil Mayhem," Taika spoke up once he stood where you did just a few moments ago. "She alright?"

Had the situation not been so tense, Chris probably would have poked a bit of fun at the way Tom's face became visibly more animated as he scanned the set trying to find you. If the Brit became even the slightest bit more enamored with you and still refused to do anything about it, he might have to tell you himself just to caution you that if you didn't feel the same way, you'd have to let him down gently. And preferably sooner rather than later.

"She will be," Chris answered. "She's joining us later."

"Ah perfect," the New Zealander exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "We can pair her off with Tom."

"Hmm?" There was an alarmed look in Tom's eyes now, the sound coming out of him uncharacteristically higher pitched than normal.

"Oh come on, mate, did you really think nobody noticed? You look at her like a pup, wagging its tail and jumping in place when its mum comes home." Chris clapped a hand down on his shoulder, trying not to laugh at how mortified he looked finding out his subtle "work crush" on you wasn't exactly that subtle. "Just don't go humping her leg when she walks in."

"Oh my God, yes you're here too," Tessa exclaimed when you walked into Taika's suite, doing a little bounce on her place at the couch and patting the seat beside her. "We can be partners and smoke their asses."

"Hemsworth promised to buy me pasta if I hated it," you told her with a shrug, sitting at the vacant seat. You didn't seem to have noticed that Tom had moved over, making room next to him on the other side of the table. "And I'm not one to turn down free food."

"Tessa you're already partnered with Chris over here," Taika informed her, pointing at the Australian.

"Hold on since when?" He simply showed her a paper containing all your names, your eyes widening slightly when you saw that yours was next to Tom's. "Fine," she huffed, shifting her gaze over to Chris. "We got this."

Taika then presented a little fishbowl containing folded scraps of paper and explained that a single turn would consist of each of you picking out a paper and trying to sign out whatever was on their paper, while the other had to guess what it was. Straightforward enough. "Whoever's signing cannot talk, but they can make sounds if they think it'll help," he kept on explaining. "Winning pair will get…a nice swanky dinner for two when we get to LA for the premiere. Sound good?"

Lay it on a little thicker, Taika, I don't think they're catching on yet, Chris thought sarcastically, immediately clocking the way your cheeks were reddening and Tom was without a doubt imagining what it would be like to be sitting across from you in a fancy restaurant, imagining that you two were on a proper date. What with the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, along with that dopey lovestruck smile painting his face every time you even shared the same breathing space, it wasn't that hard to take a guess what the Brit was thinking right at this moment.

Once everyone had a scrap of paper in their hand, Taika spun a little wheel of your names to pick out which pair went first. "Alrighty then, Tom? Y/N? Which one of you'll be guessing first?"

"Oh, uhm…can I guess first? 'Cause I can't sign for shit."  Your request as you addressed Tom sounded casual enough, had it not been for the chuckle at the end that immediately had both Chris and Taika knowing much better than to mistake your demeanor for 'casual'. Seemed you were as skittish around Tom as he was around you.

And maybe Chris didn't have to interfere and advise you to let his friend down easy after all. Maybe he just had to sit back and let you two find each other at your own pace.

Though admittedly this was the type of behavior that started out cute but would grow frustrating to watch if it went on for too long. If neither of you made a move in the coming weeks he might be tempted to lock you two in a cramped storage closet to move things along.

Tom stood up from his seat, cheeks quickly becoming tinged with pink when he saw the words on his little scrap of paper before looking up and holding your gaze. On a whim, Chris decided to take his phone out and have his camera at the ready.

The chime on Taika's phone signaled him to start, and he held up five fingers in front of you.

"Five words." He then nodded and held up one finger before creating a letter "T" with his hands. "First word 'The'." He held up four fingers next and did the "T" symbol again. "And fourth word 'The'. So 'The Blank-Blank The Blank'?"

He nodded at you, a light shining in both your eyes as he kept on, like a couple of kids excited they found someone to play with. But then when Tom went on to sign the second word, for a split second you gave him a look that had everyone in the room that paid even the smallest amount of attention that his affections were definitely not one-sided.

You were well on your way to being completely smitten with him, too.

He held up two fingers before making a lassoing motion and snapping his fingers so loud that the sound made your neck twitch, your eyes glazing over as he pointed to the space in front of him. "Uh…uhm…Capture?" He shook his head, repeating the motion again. "Herding?" He shook his head again. "Collaring--Cowboy?" He let out a laugh before shaking his head again. "Okay I don't think I'm gonna get that, maybe another word we're running out of time."

Tom took a deep breath, as if composing himself before holding up five fingers. And then he drew his hands close to his chest and started making the most ridiculous sound with his head tilted to the ceiling. "Ememememe omomomomo".

That had you bursting into a fit of giggles, making him break out into a face-splitting grin and a few chuckles of his own. "I'm sorry I got absolutely nothing on that, go back to the second word." He went back to the lassoing and snapping movement. "Wait is this for a person or an animal?" He made a motion as if weighing an object in each of his hands, signaling to you that it was both. "Both?! Okay so…domestication?" He shook his head, but motioning for you to keep going down that route. "The--Taming?" Then you gasped, standing up right as two seconds were left on the clock, clapping your hands. "The Taming of the Shrew! The Taming of the Shrew!"

Out of the sheer excitement in the moment, he made his way around the table, grasping for your hands before framing your face in his hands. Had you both lost yourselves in the moment for even a few seconds longer, Chris would have bet good money that you two would have shared a kiss right in front of them.

But then both of you froze in place, giving each other an awkward smile before he stepped back, making his way back to where he stood seconds before. Good thing Chris already had his phone in hand and snapped a photo before your mutual shyness toward each other got the better of you.

"Cute," Taika commented, throwing Tom a look. "Alrighty then Y/N, it's your turn now."

You stood, looking at your scrap of paper and then looking around the room, your eyes landing on the decorative skull flower vase on the dining table.

Before you could signal for Taika to start the clock, Tom spoke up, "Hamlet?"

A choked sound of utter shock slipped out of everyone else in the room. "Hold up, that counts right, T?" Taika just nodded.

"How the fuck--Are you two telepathically connected or something?" Tessa threw the question out, pointing her finger at both of you. "You know what it doesn't matter, the night's still young. We still got a chance to smoke 'em, Hemsworth."

Chris wasn't paying much attention, shooting you a text instead. So you wanna cash in on that free food, Tiny Terror?

He had to fight back the knowing grin that pulled at the corners of his mouth seeing the message you typed back. I could stay a few more rounds.

A/N: I did mention before that I have some pre-relationship chapters planned for these two blorbos, right? 👀 Well if I didn't, I'm saying it now. Chapters. Plural. I honestly don't know how many pieces I have in store for this collection but safe to say it's not ending any time soon. 😳💖

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IDW Transformers’ take on the war and the origins of the Decepticons was one of those things that was rly thoughtful and interesting to read as a kid (so as the target demographic I guess lol) only as an adult to have some rly troubling implications like the ones you pointed out. I was EXTREMELY relieved that TF One swapped it back so that the Autobots are the low-class miners and the Decepticons were the military (closer to the original cartoon anyway) while still using the IDW comics as inspiration in other ways.

Transformers One is such a strange case for me because on the one hand, it's propaganda. I'm sorry but it's transparently propaganda, it's executives embracing IDW's attempt at "maturity" that well-intentioned or not, inevitably paints the revolutionaries as villains by having them arbitrarily blow up an orphanage, because we gotta demonize revolutionaries who use violence.

We gotta warn kids of the dangers of the violent revolution, because revolution is only permitted if peaceful! Let's just ignore what we were taught about the American Revolution... Seriously, look at the elites' response to Brian Thompson's assassination!

That being said. This is like 95% speculation. But there are clear differences between IDW and Transformers One. So to me, personally, it feels like the writers —Eric Pearson, Andrew Barrer, and Gabriel Ferrari— were aware of the issues of the IDW premise. They were given a basic outline by executives. And so they opted to smooth over the issues as much as they could, work with it, while still being stuck with that basic problem at the end of the day.

So as you've said, I appreciate Orion and D-16 being working-class bots, that they're both coming from the same place. I appreciate the framing of Orion's opposition coming from the concept of Anti-Death Penalty, that no government should have the power to execute people. I appreciate the implications of D-16 siding with disgruntled military soldiers, whose only idea of fixing society is to destroy enemies.

There's something to be said about people who fantasize purely on committing violence, without any of the actual work of rebuilding and keeping things running! That's why Orion's rebellion consists of his fellow miners. I can see the implication, that even if D-16 hadn't gone off, there would inevitably be friction between the High Guard's jingoism and the civilians when Orion reformats things, and bans the death penalty.

...But again, again! D-16 is a black man. Not literally but he's voiced by Brian Tyree Henry, anyone can hear his voice. And his chanting of "Rise up" is juxtaposed with Orion Pax, who is voiced by white MCU star Chris Hemsworth. It feels ridiculous how the movie bends over backwards to paint D-16 as evil with shots of civilians running away from the convenient collateral of his shots, but nothing like that is ever shown with our protagonists and their damage!

B slicing up other Cybertronians is treated as a gag, but Sentinel's life and death matters more than his guards' which is uh. A weird way to frame things. I guess maybe it's because D-16 is doing it out of "reckless anger" whereas B isn't trying to...? But ultimately, the violence of our protagonists is meant to be framed as out of strict necessity, which is something I have to acknowledge.

I can't say for sure what Pearson, Barrer, and Ferrari were thinking. I appreciate Transformers One for smoothing out the edges. But I can't help but see D-16 as a pastiche of BLM activists, of the UHC shooter, because he's willing to be angry and violent towards his oppressors. He's a black man who gets branded and his violence is treated as exceptional and unique because of his anger, meanwhile B's kills are a gag.

There's an irony in that Sentinel's higher-class life is treasured by the narrative, but the lives of his comparatively lower-class bodyguards are worth nothing. The pervasiveness, it felt insidious; It genuinely kept me from enjoying the final battle between Optimus and Megatron, how the narrative wants to be triumphant but the dark undertone can’t be ignored. Call me a buzzkill.

I know people think this sort of trope is meant to be 'nuanced', that it makes for a more 'interesting' villain, one you can relate to and sympathize with. See yourself in. But in the end, you can only go so far in "reclaiming" a stereotype. You can't be in utter denial of the subtext and intention behind it. You can't claim this is actually good writing, I thought we were liking these villains out of spite, not in support of a narrative we think is secretly on our side too!

That executives need a revolution story where the ultimate villain who causes even more violence in the long run is, GASP, a revolutionary who shows people like them no mercy, is telling. There can only be a revolution in media if it shows the elite being deliberately spared at all costs, even to the point of Orion sacrificing his own life (Even if for D-16’s soul), while their own workers like those bodyguards are just fodder.

G1 was not the pinnacle of Leftist media but it was also inoffensive and knew what it was. This is… different.

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Keeping a secret (Tom Hiddleston & Tom Holland one shot)

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A/N: I'm so excited for you all to read the first prompt from the new batch of requests! I hope you like it 😊 x

Prompt request by VampireQueen666 on A03: Tom Hiddleston is on the Avengers set and the others are giving him a little surprise celebration for something. Holland is tasked to watch him till they're done setting up. Hiddleston and Holland are watching tv in their costumes. Hiddleston knows Holland is hiding something, and he knows he can't keep a secret, So Hiddleston stars seducing him, kissing his neck and stripping him out of his costume, playing with Hollands naked body, Holland is having a hard time keeping the secret, sex ensues but Holland succeeds in keeping his mouth shut.

Summary: Tom Holland accidentally found out that The Avengers Infinity War cast and crew have been planning an anniversary party for him and Tom Hiddleston. Much to everyone's reluctance they intrust him to keep their secret from Tom, despite how he's never been any good at not giving away any spoilers. However he finds himself betting with Tom whether or not he can truly stay true to his word, having to endure a tortuously pleasurable coaxing, without spoiling anything. 

Warnings: Smut, spanking, deprived orgasm, dirty talk, oral sex, masturbation, bondage, anal fingering, m/m established relationship, fuck used once?, teasing and dom Tom Hiddleston if you squint.

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The Avengers Infinity War cast and crew cheered and clapped as filming had finally wrapped after an exhaustingly long day. During the aftermath some people formed small groups, standing around whilst chatting and laughing among themselves, also exchanges of a job well done. Hiddleston jumped up out of his chair and rushed over, wrapping an arm around Holland's neck, as he messed up his already static hair which was caused from wearing his Spiderman mask. Both Toms were laughing in between Holland's puny attempts at protesting.

"Now, now Loki play nice." RDJR mockingly-chastised with a smirk across his lips. Tom lets Holland go shortly thereafter, receiving a playful shove in return, then he follows that by pushing his face away playfully as if to get rid of his smile. Of course neither could stop smiling, and being close to each other. As proven by Hiddleston pulling Holland close to his side and placing a peck to his cheek.

Before long both Toms exit the set with Chris Hemsworth, the three of them chatting away, whilst Hiddleston walks with his arm around Holland's shoulders and Holland has his around Hiddleston's slim waist. Also, despite Hiddleston's last scene of the day having ended ages ago he waited around the set for Holland to finish, he enjoyed watching the younger man perfect his craft, and he couldn't wait to spend some alone time with him now the filming part of the day was over. Especially since it's their third month anniversary, having met during a meeting with Kevin Feige and other executives, as well as many others like Downey. It was merely their paths crossing briefly, kind of meeting, until they had gotten together a short while after filming had begun, both falling fast for the other. However what Hiddleston doesn't realise is that the cast and crew have been planning a little surprise party to celebrate the special occasion. Whereas Holland found out accidentally, and he now has been tasked keeping Hiddleston occupied, at least until the final preparations are finished.

"Remember what we all said earlier?" Chris Evans asks, after he races to catch up with them and Elizabeth Olsen in tow.

"Yeah, it's important mate. Keep this...." Hemsworth covers Holland's mouth with his palm as they halt in their tracks, "shut, alright?" He says seriously and then removes his hand, as Holland just nods in agreement.

"We're trusting you, ok?" Evans adds as he points his finger at him.

Hiddleston's eyebrows knit together in confusion, "about what?," he asks as he glances between them all.

Holland opens his mouth to speak but..."couldn't say, sorry..." Elizabeth says, then shrugs with her lips pressed into a thin line. Whereas both Chrises mumbled some nonsense, before they pointed into different directions, as if pretending they had been called away.

"Lizzy?" Tom tries to coax her to talk in his low menacing Loki voice, as he closes the distance between them.

"It won't work on me, Hiddles." Elizabeth says, folding her arms under her cleavage with a satisfying confidence in herself.

"Humph...it did when we were dating." The pair narrowed their gaze at each other and his jaw flexed while tightly clenched together.

Elizabeth is the first to break eye contact, "good luck with this one." She says teasingly and playfully pats Holland's cheek as she passes him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hiddleston asks defensively, but he's not given an answer or even a backwards glance as she disappears.

Holland came up beside Hiddleston and kissed his cheek. "Come on, don't let it spoil our anniversary." He says in an annoyingly comforting way, causing Hiddleston to roll his eyes at him, while a smile plays on his lips simultaneously.

Hiddleston then takes Holland's hand as they single file into Hiddleston's trailer. Once inside Holland gets comfy in the seating booth and instantly reaches for the TV remote, as Hiddleston closes the door behind them, then he moves gracefully towards the kitchenette which is opposite Holland. He is careful not to block the TV screen that is attached to the wall underneath some cabinets, as he grabs them a couple of beers out of the fridge. He twists off the caps before tossing them carelessly onto the counter and then he joins Holland in the booth. He sets both beers down onto the table before he slouches down and leans back into Holland's chest as he flicks through the TV channels.

The TV flickers from picture to picture until Holland finally settles on a random movie which had barely started. Satisfied with the find Holland puts the remote down next to his untouched beer before his fingers find their way into Hiddleston's inky black Loki wig. He twizzles a strand around his fingers as Hiddleston wraps his other arm around him. They settle into a peaceful silence for a while as they watch the movie, that is until Hiddleston begins interrogating Holland for some answers.

"What did Chris mean when he told you to shut it?" Hiddleston asks, as he peers up at Holland as he stays nestled back in his chest.

"Oh...er...you know just about the usual spoilers and stuff." Holland replies without taking his eyes off the TV screen.

"Right...." Tom trails off in disbelief, a questioning quirk of his brow, as he sits up in order to look Tom sternly in the eye. "You're not usually this quiet." His gaze unfaltering as Tom tries to appear innocent, evidently his facial expression was too transparent, Hiddleston knows him far too well and Holland knows it too.

As Hiddleston's gaze softens slightly he leans in close to Holland, so close that his lips are ghosting Holland's, their lips don't touch as he waits to see what he does first. Waiting to see if there's any cracks in his futile innocence. Albeit as the seconds tick by and Hiddleston doesn't seem to be backing away, Holland presses his lips into a thin line, as if to keep himself from slipping up. When Hiddleston finally does make a move he kisses the side of Holland's mouth, then he kisses along his jaw while his left hand cradles Holland's head, as it lulls to the side and exposes his neck completely to him. Now Hiddleston has access he slowly makes his way down his neck. The soft caress of Hiddleston's lips on Holland's neck causes him to let out a moan and his hands grip onto Hiddleston's forearms. His grip tightens as the kisses soon turn into bruising ones instead.

"You've never been able to keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed for long though." Tom says seductively, once he looks back into Tom's eyes, and he runs his thumb along Holland's bottom lip as he speaks.

"I can keep a secret!" Holland whinily complained with a pouty lip.

"Just like the time when you told Jacob Batalon and then the rest of our Marvel co-stars about us after we agreed to keep it between us for a while." Hiddleston said seriously.

"When are you going to let it go? I apologised several times and then some." Holland says and then bites his lip.

"Insufferable..." Hiddleston mockingly-scoffed.

"Yeah, but you love meeeee." Holland pecks Hiddleston on the lips.

"I suppose so..." Hiddleston agrees as another sly smile across his lips. "Do you want to make a bet?" He suggested.

"What kind of bet?" Holland asks cautiously.

"You let me do whatever I want to you until your writhing beneath me...unable to keep quiet...panting, moaning and crooning into my ear." Hiddleston says in his most seductive Loki voice and he nips Holland's earlobe for good measure. "You'll be so putty in my hands that you will tell me everything and you'll cum harder than you've ever cum before." He whispers into his ear.

"W-what happens if I don't?" Holland replies a little breathlessly after that imagery was put into his head.

"If you don't I won't let you cum." Hiddleston says, gently patting Holland's cheek with a knowing look.

"No, don't be like that. It's our anniversary. Anything but that, please?" Holland pleads with puppy dog eyes.

"Ehehe, I know that look, I'm the master of that look as well as others..." Hiddleston winks with two fingers hooked underneath Holland's chin. "Those are my terms, not that you have any say in the matter."

"But-" Hiddleston's lips crash against Holland's, silencing him this time, hungrily moving against his. Within moments Hiddleston's tongue prods eagerly against Holland's lips, asking permission for them to part, which they do so willingly and Hiddleston's tongue is met by Holland's, massaging against the other's and teeth slightly scraping together.

As Holland's eyes slowly open after their lips part to catch their breath, he sees Hiddleston sliding on his knees backwards, until he steps out of the booth and his eyes never leaving Holland's as he moves gracefully. However Holland isn't given long to get his breath back before he's dragged to the edge of the booth by his ankles, his hands are now in Hiddleston's reach, and then he's yanked up onto his feet. Tom instantly presses his body into Hiddleston's as their lips find each other again, with his arms wrapped around Hiddleston's waist, while Hiddleston's wrap around his neck. As the kiss deepens Hiddleston toys with the zipper at the back of Holland's SpiderMan costume, pulling it down slowly, his knuckles brushing against his flesh. Once the zipper reaches half way down Tom's back Tom pulls the latex away from his right shoulder, exposing his delectable soft skin to him, which is asking to be marked like his neck had done earlier. A gasp leaves Holland's lips at the sudden bite to his shoulder.

Hiddleston soon carries on, pulling Holland's costume down slowly and with the newly presented areas on his chest becoming bruisingly marked, licked and caressed affectionately. Each nipple taken into Hiddleston's hot mouth in turn as the other was rolled and pinched between his fingers. Thus far Holland hadn't said a word except for the sounds of approval. Evidently Hiddleston had to up his ammo. Firstly Hiddleston wiggles Holland's costume down past his hips, then he yanks it off the rest of the way, and reveals his cheeky black lacy thong underneath. Tom curled his fingers around the thin edges wrapped around his hips, once he stood back to his full height and then he roughly pulled Tom's hips to his own, both groaning at the sudden closeness.

"I like these ones." Hiddleston growls.

"I thought you'd prefer a more grown up look for the special occasion instead of my usual novelty ones you keep tearing off." Holland said and it was his turn to nip at Hiddleston, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, pulling gently on it for a few seconds.

"What makes you think these ones won't get torn?" Hiddleston asks as he rolls his hips against Holland.

"Because I'll run out before filming wraps." Holland replies, his cheeks heat up as Hiddleston lovingly strokes his face with one hand, the other still tangled around the edge of his thong.

"Humm...we can get you more." Hiddleston said, as he ripped Tom's thong off with one hand, letting the torn material fall by their feet, his fingers then tracing down the v-dip and brushing the light sprinkling of pubic hairs.

Tom's breath hitches in his throat as anticipation within his body tingles delightfully, albeit Hiddleston doesn't touch him where he needs him most, at least not yet anyway. Instead he stood there in all his bare glory for a couple of minutes only to have Hiddleston return to him with his famous Loki scarf. The scarf runs along his jaw, down the side of his neck and his chest, the fluffiness causing him to giggle as it dances across his ticklish skin. He easily allows his arms to be caged between his back and Hiddleston's chest once he was spun around. He felt the scarf being tied tightly around his wrists, as Hiddleston gently kissed his shoulder blades, the last of Mr Nice Guy for the time being.

Hiddleston seats himself back into the booth, spreading his thighs generously to accommodate Holland's naked form, which he draped over them roughly before his hand thwacked against his backside. The full spans of Hiddleston's hand struck in quick sessions, reddening the pale skin beneath his hand, Holland letting out cries of pleasure mixed with hisses as he felt the sting and heat begin to radiate from his tush. It had been a while since he'd been spanked and unashamedly he missed it. He felt his cock hardening between his thighs and he could feel Hiddleston's own growing bulge against his stomach too.

Heavy pants filled the air following on from the relentless spanking session mixed with the low murmurs of the TV still on in the background. Holland lay draped over Hiddleston's lap still waiting to be let up, as he felt Hiddleston knead his bum, and then he felt a cold lotion being poured onto his reddened flesh. It was gently rubbed into his skin to help soothe him.

"Ready to talk yet?" Came Hiddleston's gruffly voice.

"N-no..." Holland said around the lump in his throat.

Clearly it wasn't the correct answer, earning himself another harsh thwack, before he was forced to stand on shaky legs as Hiddleston dragged himself out of the booth. Next he was forced down onto the table. The untouched beer bottles and TV remote were pushed to the end to make space for his body, while his arms remained trapped beneath him, as his wrist remained tied together. His legs were hoisted up and forcefully parted with his feet planted firmly on the table. Hiddleston's lusty gaze roamed over the fine specimen before him and he bit his lip to suppress a groan. Eventually his fingers traveled lightly down the valley of Holland's chest, spreading the light sheen of sweat, and spares of hairs matted together. His fingers stilling at his navel as he meets his gaze. Next Hiddleston leans down, peppering kisses once more down chest, Holland's toned abdomen tightening, caused by Hiddleston tracing around his muscles. Before long Hiddleston was kneeling down with his head between his thighs, placing sloppy kisses to each of them, whilst his fingers stroked in small circles on Holland's hips.

"Anything you wish to tell me?" Hiddleston asks, his lips ghosting hotly against one thigh.

"I-I told you....n-no." Holland panted.

"No?" Hiddleston growled lowly.

Tom sat back on his heels as he spat into his palm before taking hold of Holland's engorged red flushed cock into his hand. Holland gasped and felt his cock twitch in his hand as he was being stroked at a leisurely pace. Hiddleston's salvia coated his cock as he spread it from head to base. He then pressed the pad of his thumb against the slit and massaged his balls with the other hand. Pearls of precum trickled out after a few swipes of his thumb. Leaning forward Hiddleston used the flat of his tongue and licked a wet stripe along the slit, making Holland hiss through gritted teeth, and his fingers twitched behind his back to ensure the blood still flowed.

Hiddleston nuzzled his nose against Tom's manhood, inhaling deeply, his own cock practically wanted to burst out of his tight leather trousers. He swallowed thickly before taking the head of his cock between his already reddened lips. He sucked gently at first, creating sounds as though he was enjoying a lollipop instead, until he returned to licking the tip. A few times this happened before his gaze through his lashes was met by the younger man's own gaze, his lips slightly parted, a dreamily glint in his eyes, as he held his head up to watch. Watching his cock disappear between beautiful thin lips, and the feeling of wanting to tangle his fingers into Tom's own hair instead of the wig, which now fell around his face in messy tendrils. Yet the upwards thrust of his hips begged Hiddleston to take more of his needy cock. Thankfully he obliged. Hiddleston took him all the way down his throat and hollowed his cheeks, until he pulled back, the head only seated between his lips. He repeated this action several times at his own pace until Holland began rutting upwards and further down his throat. Usually Holland would lay back and let Tom take his fill, but seeing as this was a bet he wanted to push him, to get Tom to make him cum without spilling the tea. He managed to slide off the table and began to impatiently force his length all the way to the back of Tom's throat. Hiddleston had to grab tightly onto the backs of his thighs as Tom used his mouth, tears springing up from his eyes, while he tried to relax his throat and keep breathing through the merciless fucking.

The quack in Holland's thighs was the telltale sign of his pending climax, but before he could fathom what was happening Hiddleston ripped himself away, his saliva and Tom's precum dribbling down his chin. Holland whined at the loss of his hot wet mouth around him. His plan had failed.

Hiddleston tsk'd as he rose onto his feet, wiping his chin and mouth with the back of his hand, before he forced Holland back down onto the table. Forcing him back into his previous position with his legs hoisted up and parted. Holland didn't dare try anything else and waited for his boyfriend to resume his agonising bet. That he did when he was pleased enough with the way his climax had subsided. He continued with his ministrations, his hand collecting the slick from his cock, before tracing and rubbing two fingers around Tom's hole. His sore ass scraping against the knotted wood beneath him. Also no matter how many times he was touched there by Tom he always shivered with delight at knowing the inevitability. A gasp escaped his parted lips as one finger entered him, it wiggled around inside a bit, until only the tip remained. Hiddleston repeated the action two more times before a second finger joined in. Wiggling both around and then gently spreading them, opening him up, enjoyment etched on his face from the slow torture.

"Tom p-please go faster." Holland pleaded through ragged breaths.

Tom removed his fingers momentarily, allowing Tom to sit up as he untied him, "don't try anything just because I untied you." He warned and gently laid him back again once his arms were freed.

Holland embraced the freedom of his hands, allowing Tom to massage them above his head with one hand, the other hand finding its way down his body. He moaned at the feeling of his fingers returning to his now sodden hole. Only this time he was a lot more rougher, his fingers fucking him wildly and Holland's hands flew up to hold steadfast onto Hiddleston's leather bound hips to keep him grounded. The feeling intensified as his cock was taken back into his hand, being pleasured in such a way that just as Hiddleston said he was crooning into his ear as he lent down to him.

"That's it baby, sing for me. Tell me all." Hiddleston whispered hoarsely.

Unfortunately just as Hiddleston also said Holland didn't get to cum. He lost the bet as he stayed true to his word. Although deep down Tom was proud, but he wouldn't let it show.

Heaving breaths filled the air as Tom sat up and saw Hiddleston stooped against the kitchenette counter, as he unzipped his leather trousers, freeing his flushed viney cock out of its tight confinements. He spits into his palm again and takes hold of his needy cock. Bravely Tom slid off the table and wobbled towards the older man who's fist was tightly assaulting his length. Upon approaching closer he could see Hiddleston's pupils are completely blown out, just like he suspected his own to be like, the same could be said for their lips to be red and swollen.

Holland tries to reach for him with pleading eyes, but his hand is instantly slapped away, followed by a grunt falling from Hiddleston's lips causing his own cock to twitch wantonly in his hand. His lustful gaze roaming over Holland's flushed aroused body, soaking in every ounce of him, his thrusts into his hand becoming erratic as his eyes stopped at Tom's proudly erected cock.

"F-fuckkk!" Tom groaned with his eyes tightly closing in perfect timing of his release. He comes in thick ropes, spurting out onto his hand, some dripping through his fingers and landing on his leather boots.

Holland finally closes the distance between them and kisses Tom's temple. "You're beautiful." He whispers.

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Later Holland manages to convince Tom to go out instead of being cooped up in the trailer for the rest of the night, like they'd previously planned on doing, at least that's what Tom thought their plans were. Plans of eating a takeaway and staying in for the night just the two of them. Although Holland's foolproof excuse was that he needed it after the torturous bet between them, it seemed to work too.

Their car pulls up at a quiet out of the way grand stoned venue. Hiddleston looked out the window as his eyebrows knitted together, his mouth opening to ask where they were, but the words could barely form as his attention was drawn away from the window. The sounds of Holland opening the door on his side and hoping out onto the gravelled drive had confused him more. He thought they were going to some restaurant in town, evidently the newer and better TH he often referred to Holland as had other ideas. Wordlessly Hiddleston decided to join Holland, stepping out onto the gravelled driveway, holding his hand when he rounded the car and letting the younger man guide him inside.

The venue's foyer was elegant, empty of people, and warmly lit by the posh glass chandelier above their heads. Not that Tom gave Hiddleston much time to enjoy the architecture or finer details of the entrance, he was beaming that much was clear, guiding Tom further inside. Ahead of them down the other end of the corridor was a large wooden door and as if on cue they swung open once they were right outside of them.

"SURPRISE!" Came a chorus of familiar voices of the cast and crew who had grouped together in the centre awaiting their arrival.

Hiddleston was completely stunned. They'd made a lot of effort in elaborately decorating the venue. A banner hung across two pillars, it read 'happy anniversary!' in a bold black font, with a golden swirly pattern in the banner's corners which complimented the back writing. Balloons of black and gold were scattered about the dance floor as well as helium ones decorating the decked out tables. After everybody had spurts out Hiddleston became mobile again. Both Toms got to drink, dance and laugh as well as tuck into the delicious buffet that was spread out at the back.

Near the end of the night when a slow song came on both Toms got onto the dance floor with the rest of the couples. They swayed gently in each other's arms to the music.

"Soooo...do I get to cum later?" Tom asks loud enough for only Tom to hear him with a wiggle of eyebrows.

"I'm not promising anything." Tom says as if thinking about the request, adding to Holland's accomplishment of keeping all of this a secret, except for the twinkle in his eyes was giving him away.

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[blade-liger-4ever]

I just need to let this out

The new film, Transformers One, from what I've seen of spoilers taken straight from the theaters and what I've read up on Wikipedia, is a good show. It's got plot threads and characterizations taken across practically every medium of the franchise, and even utilizes the Transformers: Prime theme music twice in the film. It's honestly, all things considered, the best TF film since Age of Extinction in 2014.

But....The only one whose acting I actually enjoy is Brian Tyree Henry, the guy playing a young Megatron.

And that's great; he's a fan, and his love for the Transformers comes through crystal clear in his performance. I fully admit he doesn't tonally sound like Frank Welker's Megatron, but he sounds like Megatron: his vocal range hits every emotional beat you'd expect/are familiar with Megatron having in the various cartoons and comics, and he practically swallowed the source material and became Megatron, all while making use of verbal tics Frank Welker has employed for the character and making it his own while still being Megatron in his own right without stepping on what Frank Welker has done with Megatron.

And I love that. Heck, I 100% expected him to walk away from this production with all the awards, and he'd have earned them all in my eyes.

But....listening to Chris Hemsworth as Orion/Optimus....there's, there's a kind of lacking and restraint there.

Don't get me wrong, he's admitted to going to Peter Cullen himself for advice/guidance in playing Orion/Optimus and to make sure he doesn't goof up his portrayal of the character. But, there's not nearly as much range in his emotions as there is with Brian Tyree Henry. Maybe he's leaning into Orion/Optimus being the more controlled of the two, maybe he's leaning into the immaturity too much, or maybe he just feels like a bull in a china shop with all the pressure on him.

But...he could've done more. He could've - could've tried harder to be emotionally present, like Brian.

And I just - I just can't feel anything from his performance, save one line - and even then, that one line is, essentially, Orion's last words before dying and being reborn as Optimus Prime. I will give him this, he made me believe Orion was seconds away from death.

But everything else....there's not quite as much effort in it, most likely for fear of losing a balance between honoring Mr. Cullen's work and staying in his own lane. And when he speaks, it's....not that impactful.

There's not...how do I explain this....He just, he just doesn't have a vocal presence. He doesn't stand on his own in this movie; if anything, he sounds like a walking anomaly and just hearing him talk makes my suspension of disbelief for the movie shatter.

Scarlett Johanssen, I'm just gonna be blunt: she was a mistake to cast as Elita One.

Elita is one of my favorite females in Transformers of all time, and Johanssen - every time she speaks in this movie, my brain just registers the moody, teenage porcupine she voiced in Sing and Sing 2. She doesn't fit as Elita. There's too much youth in her voice (says something that she has the voice of a teenager), too much strictness/harshness, and not enough warmth and feminine strength in her voice like there was in G1. That's the whole point of Elita: she's the feminine counterpart that complements Optimus' masculinity.

And they took it from her. They took it, from me.

Yes, Elita doesn't have as much memory/love held to her as Optimus does, and I understand that people are gonna mischaracterize her. But that doesn't make it okay; it doesn't make it okay that she's modernized while having attempts at making her nice/still partially given feminine qualities to - this version of her.

And I hate how she fights in this movie. She moves like Black Widow - all slip 'n slide, using confusion and up-close-tactics with kick/leg-grappling-thing techniques.

Elita, in the original, from what we saw, was both a distance fighter (read: she shot a space gun), and capable of close quarters combat that was both feminine and practical. Heck, she was even more bad-aft than the movie portrays her: she literally caught a missile in her debut and threw it back at the Decepticons.

Why is a fighting style like THAT so hard to emulate?

Bumblebee, I don't care. His appeal has become lost on me for almost two, maybe years now. But dear Lord in Heaven, he is so annoying in TF One. No joke, Megatron would be in the rights for ripping his voice box out in this continuity.

That said....the guy doing him, somehow, manages to convey the seemingly eternal sugar rush this version is on. And he gets a small nod of approval from me for being physically active behind the mic in order to sell his performance.

(Despite that, something about the actor rubs me the wrong way. Maybe it's that both he and Bee never shut up, I don't know. I do know that I never wanna be in the same room as him.)

Shockwave....is too emotive, but it gets a pass from me because so far as I can see, all his emoting in this film is a direct result from hearing Bee yap non-stop, including in an unconscious state. That's passable for me. A tic, yes, but passable.

Soundwave still sounds monotonous, but the ones in charge get an 'X' in my eyes for not getting Frank Welker back for the character.

Starscream is done interestingly, and although I don't yet know how to rank Steve Buscemi's delivery of the character's lines, I'll let Buscemi slide because he's had experience in voice acting - little bits, but the experience counts. I'll also let him slide because he returned to volunteer firefighter duty when 9/11 happened, and he stayed there all three days of search and rescue. So, while I can't rate his performance fully, he has my respect and I will not take on his portrayal negatively because of that.

Sentinel....I'll give the VA this, he pulls off the airy, self-aggrandising theatrics well. Beyond that, to be decided.

Laurence Fishburne as Alpha Trion....I'm not sold. His voice is too deep, and while I have many issues with George Takei, he did, indeed, nail Alpha Trion's performance post G1. Takei's experience, plus his voice, allows him to sell Trion as an old, yet still physically capable, former Prime whose wisdom is sound and collected from eons of experience.

All I get from Fishburne's portrayal is "old but still tough", and that's not enough for this character, in my book.

That's...more or less it. I'm just, really tired of consistently getting new Transformers media that has potential, but without Peter Cullen and Frank Welker even being approached for the projects. Yes, there's a possibility that they both tell/told these people to pound sand, but they've said repeatedly that they're getting pushed aside by the higher ups. And they've been so vocal about wanting to play the characters, but are constantly being given the boot by Hasbro.

They deserve better than that. The fans deserve better than that, and even I deserve better than that.

Peter Cullen and Frank Welker are the reason I and so many others had such golden childhoods. It's painful to see them getting disrespected like this, and I hate that more new TF media is being made without them, especially since they aren't getting any younger.

I'm not scared, exactly, about them dying.

I'm just scared they won't be able to have any more rodeos in Transformers media together before their time comes.

And that is why, ultimately, I can't bring myself to enjoy or watch Transformers: One. Why I don't care that it's failing like this.

Because Hasbro had their chance many times, and they've failed me. They keep failing me, Peter Cullen, Frank Welker, and all of us.

I'm just done caring for new shows from Transformers unless it's got our childhood heroes voicing our favorite characters with the good writing they had up until Transformers: Robots in Disguise 2015. And given this commercial blowout, I won't be getting satisfied anytime soon.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. I hope you don't mind the release of my pain, but I've held it in for a month, more or less. I just needed to make it public.

[qsycomplainsalot]

So I watched Furiosa

Furiosa Road: a Star Wars Story. It wasn't likely to live up to Fury Road, and it didn't. It would have been a tall order. While it was well worth paying to see in theaters, I was still a little disappointed; I'm going to explain why, without spoilers, and then after a very visible cut I'll comment on a few specific things in the movie.

First of all it felt long, but not two hours long so I guess it speaks to its quality. Going through the cast, everyone did a good job, although I wasn't blown away by the on screen chemistry of Anya Taylor-Joy and Tom Burke. More on that later. Chris Hemsworth as the overarching antagonist is this movie's standout performance, in a way that I'm somewhat conflicted about. More on that later too.

Overall it feels as if, after making Fury Road a trim and thrilling movie, the creatives behind it strung together all the piles of amazing ideas they had left on the cutting room floor into another complete movie, but not a very cohesive story with a beginning middle and end with enough connective tissue to captivate an audience. There's no shortage of props, costumes, characters, stunts and just straight up visuals, although the music is not up to the standards set by Fury Road. What's really missing is a tight knit script.

I'd say watch it if you like the franchise, otherwise I'd just wait for it to release on small screens.

My biggest complaint with this movie is that it's split between two relationships, between Hemsworth as Dementus or Tom Burke as Jack with Furiosa, when really with how it's paced it could barely afford one. I am just completely confused by people saying Jack and Furiosa's relationship was the highlight of the movie, it was vague, bland, and Jack died before I could really care about him. All this relationship did was explain how Furiosa became so good at driving a war rig, despite the fact that by this point in the movie she'd fended for herself just fine, presumably using what she'd been taught by the vuvuzela tribe. Likewise Dementus as a character is extremely simple, in a good way, and is the a better representation of time passing in the movie than literal text onscreen telling you it's been fifteen years or some such. It's on the nose, but Chris Hemsworth is acting his heart out and it's always a joy to see him on screen. He's spiraling his way through the movie in a perfect exemple of what Furiosa must avoid becoming. So knowing that, the main plot should be about Furiosa having to lose her way home (the star map tattoo on her arm, which we know she lose by Fury Road) and choose to stay at the Citadel to kill him, setting up a bitter ending where she's gained nothing and is stuck killing more people instead of letting go of revenge and going home. Unfortunately Furiosa: the video game: the movie very much lives in the shadow of its 2015 sequel, and so the plot is split further to set that up. I've talked about how it hurts the pacing and how much screentime the other characters could have gotten, but I think it actually greatly diminished the ending. The end of Furiosa has her catch up to Dementus, bind him and beat him up, asking him to give her her childhood and mother back, only for Dementus to refuse to play along in anyway. He tells her that revenge achieves nothing, that he knows from personal experience and that she can kill him however she wants, that he doesn't particularly care. I don't do it justice it's a pretty good end to his arc this movie. Instead of Furiosa killing him there and then and validating that speech for a cohesive theme to the movie (keeping the hope stuff for Fury Road where it works), the history man voiceover tells us that although the true end of Dementus is disputed, Furiosa told him the truth, that she kept him alive with a peach tree growing out of his dick ?? And then she brings the peach to Immortan's wives in the Citadel, and then the credits are interspersed with shots from Fury Road. I can excuse the impossibility of keeping someone alive while a tree is growing on them for the sake of Mad Max movies very much being wasteland fairy tales, but I think directly linking Furiosa: Road One with Fury Road like that is both pointless and very hamfisted, on top of being a big disappointment when it comes to Dementus' character. Like the guy was clearly fucked up from losing his daughters just kill him and be done with it. Anyway yeah I don't think I'll rewatch this movie nearly as often as I rewatch Fury Road. Shoutout to the Octoboss though, he's the Most Valuable Sidecharacter of this movie.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Couldn't let the month end without writing a little Bucktommy pride fic! 🏳️‍🌈

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As Buck and Tommy got ready for the Pride parade, their excitement was palpable. Buck was decked out in shorts that proudly displayed the colors of the bisexual flag, while Tommy sported equally short shorts in the vibrant hues of the gay pride flag. Both men wore matching black tank tops emblazoned with the words "This is what a Queer Firefighter looks like" across the chest.

As they stood side by side in front of the mirror, adjusting their outfits, Buck couldn't help but admire how good they looked together. His eyes roamed appreciatively over Tommy's muscular form, accentuated by the tight shorts and tank top.

Feeling playful and a bit flirty, Buck leaned over and whispered into Tommy's ear, his breath hot against Tommy's skin. "You know, these shorts might be false advertising. Maybe I'm not bisexual at all, maybe I'm just Tommy-sexual. I mean, you are the only man I've ever kissed." His voice was low and sultry, almost a purr.

Tommy turned to face Buck, a mix of amusement and desire in his eyes. "Is that so?" he murmured, his hands finding their way to Buck's hips. "Well, I'd say that's quite the compliment."

Buck grinned. "It's the truth. You're the only man I want or need."

Tommy leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Buck's lips. "And you're the only one I want, Evan. But you know," he added with a playful smirk, "being bi isn't about who you've been with, it's about who you're attracted to. And I've seen the way you look at Chris Hemsworth during movie night."

Buck laughed, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Okay, fair point. But can you blame me?"

"Not at all," Tommy chuckled, "although I'm more of a Chris Evans man myself."

Buck's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? Captain America over Thor? I wouldn't have guessed that."

Tommy shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. "What can I say? I have a thing for righteous, self-sacrificing blondes with hearts of gold." He gave Buck a pointed look, his lips curving into a fond smile.

It took Buck a moment to catch on, but when he did, his face lit up with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. "Oh," he said softly, pulling Tommy closer. "Well, in that case, I guess I can't complain about your taste in men."

Tommy leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Buck's lips. "Nope, you really can't. Now come on, Ev, let's go show the world what proud, queer firefighters look like."

As they headed out the door, hand in hand, both men felt a surge of pride - not just in their identities, but in their relationship and the life they were building together. They were ready to celebrate with their community, to stand tall and proud in who they were and who they loved.

The streets were already bustling with people decked out in rainbow colors, and Buck and Tommy couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. This was their first Pride together, and they were determined to make it memorable.