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Request: Hello! Could I please request a one shot tom hiddleston x light-skinned black reader? The reader is an actress who has a major crush on tom, they know each other for a year and he also likes her too. They prepare to work together in the series the night manager where he plays Jonathan pine. And she Costars with him in the series, she plays his love interest. While going over their lines and pretend sex scene real feelings are revealed, with spicy smutt and fluff :) thanks!
Warnings: INSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving)
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Tom asked, his breathing heavy as the two of you stood in front of each other, only bathrobes covering your bodies. The two of you were standing in his bedroom, nervous yet excited as the two of you had decided to try and act out the intimate sex scene for the second season of The Night Manager.
Of course the two of you wouldn't be having real sex in front of the camera, but the two of you would be complete naked. Tom first had thought that his suggestion would be inappropriate, fearing that you would think that he's a creep. But to his surprise, you agreed as the two of you knew that acting out the scenes would be very awkward.
"I am sure, we both signed the contract. It's our job" you added at the end and smiled nervously, hating that you didn't have the nerve to voice your real feelings.
It had been known that Tom and his fiancé had broken up a while ago and were raising their kid in harmony, everyone knew that Tom was also one that put his blood sweat and tears into his work and didn't like mixing his private life into the matter. He had done it a few years ago, and wouldn't dare to make the same mistake twice.
That was until he met you, of course. But the British actor didn't even think about pursuing you. He kept his feelings hidden as he feared the next heartbreak would be the complete end of him. At the same time, Tom hated how his feelings for you only grew by the second you spent with each other. Your beauty, your grace and your personality had the poor acting dreaming about you, yearning for your love and body.
"How do you want to start? We know the lines and the first intimate scene starts with you straddling me..." Tom's cheeks gained a light crimson color as he watched you let out a shaky breath before gently pushing him onto his bed and straddling his lap.
The two of you were already breathing heavily, staring deeply into each other's eyes while you felt the tension shift. You were lying if you didn't pretend to feel your sex slowly getting wetter as you gently grinded your hips against Tom's.
"Is this okay?", you gently asked while staring down at his lips, the urge to kiss him overwhelming you.
"Yes", the actor quickly breathed out, his strong arms wrapped around your thick waist while you continued grinding yours in a slow motion that made both of you get hotter and greedy by the second.
"I-I've been wanting to actually do this for a while", you had surprised yourself by voicing your inner thoughts. Tom's eyes widened in surprise before surprising you by cupping your big butt cheeks, squeezing the softness and letting out a soft moan.
You couldn't help but moan with him, "Me too" is all the actor responded before pressing his soft lips against yours, devouring them while moaning into your mouth. His hard cock was now twitching beneath your clothed sex.
"Take me", Tom begged in between the passionate and longing kisses, his head spinning while he drank in every single delicate sensation coursing through his body. Your ego didn't allow him to repeat himself as you quickly wiggled out of your bathrobe and pushed his upper body against the soft mattress.
"Look at you", Tom gushed while breathing heavily, opening his own bathrobe while you helped with the lower part of it, letting out a soft moan at the sight of his hard cock, throbbing and waiting to fill you up. "God, I can't wait any longer", you voiced to which the two of you let out quick chuckles as you also had said your lines from the sex scene out loud.
"I am all yours, (Y/N). Body, mind and soul" the British actor promised to which you couldn't help but smile widely while you quickly straddled his lap again and positioned yourself right above his cock. You took it in your hand and gave it a few steady strokes, biting down your lip when Tom moaned and thrusted his hips upwards as a sign for you to finally make him yours.
You guided him to your already wet entrance and made sure that he looked at you while you slowly sank down onto him. "So big" you breathlessly moaned while enjoying the sensation of your inner walls being stretched out overwhelmed you.
A shiver ran down your spine once you had completely sat down onto Tom. His thickness pressing against your sweat spot while goosebumps covered both of your skin. Your hips began to move on their own, the motions making the two of you let out soft whispers of each other's names while making sweet love to one another.
Tom's hips thrusted themselves in sync of yours, groaning and gently caressing your body, from your tender breasts all the way to your big stomach. Your head was spinning as part of you still couldn't believe that you were finally acting out your deepest inner feelings. It was indescribable, the sensual sensations were overwhelming.
Your inner walls started to clench when Tom surprised you by flipping you over, you now lying on your back and the actor immediately placing your legs on his shoulders before sliding back into you, his hips snapping fiercely against yours.
"Yes!" you cried out in pleasure while arching your back, the overwhelming pleasure rushing through your body like tidal waves while the delicious knot formed in the pit of your stomach.
Every push pushed you deeper into the mattress, your breasts were jiggling all over the place while the sound of your sweaty skin slapping against one another filled the entire bedroom.
It didn't take Tom long before he had you on the edge of the ecstatic cliff, your orgasm surprising you entirely. Your legs shook violently while your weak screams of pleasure echoed through the room. The actor couldn't help but stare down at the beauty that you are while his orgasm was just around the corner.
He grunted loudly and gave you a few more sloppy thrusts, his spurts of release filling you all the way up while your inner walls were still clenching onto his cock, milking him until the final drop had been spilled inside you.
You couldn't open your eyes as your high had left you completely powerless. Tom gently slipped out of you and tried catching his breath while he laid down next to you, scooping you into his strong arms and placing gentle kisses on top of your head.
"Sleep, my love. I am here" he whispered, making your heart flutter in your chest while you cuddled closer to him, not being able to speak a word as the emotions were overwhelming you.
Summary: Hi! May I please request a loki x light-skinned black reader for a one shot fic? The reader and loki have known each other since he came to earth a year ago,at first enemies now they are friends who have a strong attraction towards each other. Loki takes reader to asgard to have her escape the stress from her world. Loki and reader explore each other in pleasureable ways. With lots of smut and a bit of fluff:) thanks again !
Warning(s): NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex
Picture(s) found on: Pinterest/Google
"Close your eyes, focus on the sound of my voice", Loki whispered near your ear, giving it a gentle kiss before nibbling on your earlobe. The motion made a shiver run down your spine, the silk blindfold covering your eyes made your body focus more on the touches you were receiving.
"Mhm" you moaned, biting your lip and giggling when you felt a soft feather run its way up and down your inner thigh. Your nipples hardened while another moan left your body.
"Will things go back to normal when we're back on earth? We are overstepping so many boundaries...as friends..." you whispered into the silent and dark room.
Loki grinned, continuing to guide the soft feather all over your body while drinking in the beautiful sight of your naked body, your soft breasts, your big and fluffy stomach and your drenched sex. Dripping with arousal and waiting to be devoured.
The God of Mischief let out a soft sigh and dropped the feather to the floor, "We will deal with those things when we are back in our daily routine on earth. But for now, I want you to lie there like the Goddess you are and let me appreciate your gorgeous body".
His words made another shiver run down your spine, the anticipation making you more aroused by the second.
"Open your legs further, I need to taste you".
Your legs widened while Loki got comfortable in between them, appreciating the sight before leaning in and darting his tongue out, drawing a quick line from your throbbing clit down to your entrance. The sensation made you arch your back and let out a weak moan.
"Please, more!" your shaky voice begged. Your now lover obliged to your wish and started eating you out, lapping and sucking at your folds while his large hands were placed on your wide waist, keeping your hips in check.
The pleasure coursing through your body was overwhelming, your toes curling and nipples hardening by the second. "Grind your pussy against my face" Loki ordered in a low groan. You instantly obliged, your moans getting louder and louder by the minute.
Loki removed one hand from your waist and started stroking his hard cock, moaning into your sex while the desire to bury himself deep inside you getting stronger by every passing second.
"I-I'm close" you cried while throwing your head back into the pillow, the delicious knot forming in the pit of her stomach, a happy cry leaving your lips when Loki immediately switched position. He flipped you over in a heartbeat so that now you were on all fours on the bed.
"Look at you, so delicate" the God of Mischief praised, shuffling until he his cock was positioned at your entrance. "Please...." the desperation in your voice sounding like pure music to his hears. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance and with one swift motion, Loki was buried deep inside you.
"Yes!" the two of you cried out in unison, your inner walls enjoying the delicate touch while Loki's tip greeted your sweat spot. He immediately started grinding and snapping his hips against yours, holding onto your butt cheeks and giving them regular slaps that echoed through the room.
Your kneed dug deeper into the mattress with every thrust, increasing the pleasure coursing through your body. It took some strength to lift your head up and look back at the naughty sight of Loki taking you from behind.
He winked at you and gave you a rough snap of the hips that sent you spiraling into the abyss of ecstasy. "Do it again!" you begged, trying to keep your eyes opened as the sight of your lover fucking you being indescribable.
It didn't take Loki long to make you cum, the second your legs started shaking. The knot became tighter and tighter while your sensitive and now swollen clit was throbbing from the intense pleasure. Your loud moans echoed through the room while you and Loki held hands, staring deeply into each other's eyes and whispering sweet nothings to one another.
The second you fell over the cliff of pleasure, your orgasm rushed through your body like a tidal wave, you couldn't keep your body up and plopped onto the mattress while your lover gave you the final thrusts, his release spurting deep inside of you and every drop feeling like a warm wave of pure love.
He quickly got off you and lied next to your exhausted body. With a flick of the wrist, the silk sheets were covering your bodies and you felt the hard muscles of Loki's chest beneath your head.
"Let's continue this, my love. We know that our feelings are deeper than we'd like to admit. Let's be one", he whispered while stroking your head.
All you could do was hum in approval and nod your head, the world of dreams already taking over your mind.
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Hi 😘, would it be ok if I can request a love letter from Jonathan pine? Would love to hear his words of comfort and protective side. Thanks so much ❤️
My dear Queen...my Star,
These missions test me in unbelievable ways, and yet, the most difficult part is being away from you, especially now when you're vulnerable and suffering.
I can't begin to tell you the fury that I feel towards the people and things that distress you. I would endure anything...any of this...to keep you safe. I feel like a caged animal...the violence I want to inflict upon them makes me question my self-control. But for your sake, I resist it. I want to be the good man you fell in love with. I want to be worthy of your love.
I miss holding you in my arms on those warm mornings in Cairo, or the rainy but romantic ones in Paris. I loved seeing our hands intertwined; my long fingers enveloping your smaller hand, my pale skin against your richer hue. Those small beautiful moments are what keep me going, fighting, because I have someone so precious to protect.
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Summary: In which Cross has an uncomfortable lunch.
Chapter List
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Cross shifted his weight against the leather upholstery of the limousine and drummed his fingers on the window ledge as he waited for his security team to complete their sweep of the restaurant and give him the all clear. Unwilling to put his trust in anyone’s instincts other than his own he scanned the street. It seemed quiet enough, but that did little to relieve his concerns. Any spy or assassin would be well hidden. Turning his attention to the venue itself, his eyes narrowed.
The glass frontage was well maintained and highly polished but revealed very little of the interior. So it was discrete at least, that was reassuring. Nor did it seem particularly busy, so it should be safe to talk. But he’d wait until he’d taken a good look at the interior before he decided how much he was prepared to say.
He didn’t like this. Up to now, he and Elise had limited their interactions to secure phonecalls and encrypted messages. Meeting in person was an unnecessary risk. There were only two reasons he could think of for why she might suddenly change their accepted protocol and insist on a face to face meeting and he didn’t like either of them.
Either she was growing tired of his half-answers and excuses or she’d learned about Verity taking over the London club. Neither boded well for this conversation.
At the nod from his senior bodyguard he swiftly uncurled from the backseat of the car and stretched. There was no point in delaying any further. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could return to the sanctuary of the Eighth Circle.
Stepping inside, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dimly lit interior before making his next move. Rule one: always check the exits. One member of his team was already standing guard at the doorway leading to the bathrooms (and presumably a secondary exit). The man gave a brief nod to assure him the route had been cleared.
Rule two: look for anything unusual or anyone who seems out of place. The staff were the easiest to check and he was quick to rule out any worrisome, last minute additions to their number. Their fluid movements about the room looked natural and well practised.
The diners themselves were a quiet bunch with their attention limited to the other members of their party, or their own plate of food. Not so much as a second glance was cast in his direction.
He was further reassured not to recognise any faces among the clientele and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. The venue had been well chosen; a once high end establishment, now trading on its former glory and failing to attract the interest and excitement it had once enjoyed. Noone who mattered would be seen eating here. Hopefully he could get in and out without raising any suspicions.
Even knowing Elise was there, waiting for him, it took him a few moments to spot her and he relaxed a fraction further. She may have called this meeting, but she wasn’t taking any chances. Her bright blond hair was now a rich chestnut shade, pulled back in a low chignon at the nape of her neck. Paired with the smart but austere suit and surprisingly sensible shoes she looked like a mid-level lawyer abusing their expense account and unworthy of any further interest from her fellow diners.
Fingers tightening around the handle of his briefcase he made his way carefully between the tables. Sliding into the booth facing her, he ignored her smile of welcome and flicked open one button of his jacket.
Signalling to the waiter he ordered a glass of sparkling water and placed his case on the floor by his side.
“I don’t appreciate being summoned like this, Elise.”
“How’s Verity?” she asked brightly, ignoring his tone and taking a sip of her chardonnay, “I confess, I was surprised when she turned up so close to home. I was beginning to think you’d sent her to the otherside of the world, or had her removed entirely.”
He said nothing, nodding his thanks to the staff as a cut-glass tumbler was placed in front of him.
Not waiting for him to reply, she leaned back in her seat and gave him an appraising look. “Imagine my surprise to see pictures of her coming and going from the very club she ripped off for five million quid. I must say, the Eighth Circle is far more forgiving than I expected.”
Cross took a sip of his water, keeping his features composed. “Sometimes it pays to play the long game. Keep your enemies close,” he added, the slight raise to his eyebrow making it plain that he wasn’t necessarily talking about Verity “And she’s well, thank you.” He wasn’t surprised that Elise had finally picked up on Verity's presence. It amazed him that she hadn’t been spotted before. That revealed one important detail: Elise might be watching the club, but she didn’t have eyes or ears inside it.
Good to know.
“Well, I’m thrilled. Now I know exactly where to find her, should I ever need her assistance. Perhaps I’ll invite her to lunch next time… unless you have anything of interest to tell me…” The lightly spoken threat hung between them.
Cross cut to the chase. “That won’t be necessary, I come bearing gifts.” Opening his briefcase he withdrew the pile of photographs and placed them on the tablecloth in front of her.
Elise stiffened as she flicked through the first couple, then she gave herself a shake. “Old news,” she said, pulling a copy of the Daily Express out of her bag. “I take it you’ve not seen today’s edition.
Cross froze when he saw the front cover. She was right, he had not perused the papers this morning. Other matters had been more pressing.
The headline screamed: ‘Fears that Missing British Teen was Sold as Sex Slave!”
She tapped her fingernails lightly on the accompanying images. The same close up of the girl’s face and one of the wide shots showing the full horrors being perpetrated. Their secret informant clearly wasn’t giving them time to put their house in order before sharing their information with the population at large. That was troubling. Someone looking for a quick payday in exchange for their silence was one thing, someone on a crusade was another matter entirely.
“This article is the reason for our lunch today. First Desk is livid. You can be thankful that the dates supplied along with the evidence are well after your tenure at the club or I’d be hauling you in, regardless of any deal we have in place.”
Cross raised an eyebrow. “Since when did the First Desk show any great interest in human trafficking?”
Elise cast a glance over her shoulder and hissed, “Do you even know who that girl is?”
Catching himself before he said, “Who? Bambi?” Cross shook his head slowly. The turnover of staff at the top table made it very hard to keep track of names and faces. She would have passed a basic background check, but that was about it.
“Her father is a major party donor. Daddy dearest is big chums with the PM, I think they were at Eton together.”
Closing his eyes, Cross suppressed a groan, this was the last thing he needed. Normally the major players at the Park were far more interested in national security and covering their own arse to worry too much about organised crime. As long as they didn’t make too many waves.
This wasn’t so much a wave as a tsunami and he’d need a significant change in strategy if they were to weather this storm.
Lost in his thoughts it took him a moment to notice that Elise was still staring at the photographs, a look of grief flickered across her features.
“Did you know her?”
She raised her eyes and his stomach sank. That wasn’t grief, it was guilt. This was personal to her.
“Tell me you didn’t place her in the club, Elise.”
She bit her lip and sighed. “I needed eyes and ears on the inside. You’d shut me out and were controlling all the information. I needed a back channel.”
“She was eighteen!”
“It was a waitressing job!”
“You know better than that.”
She lapsed into silence, her fingers still tapping a nervous tattoo against the pictures.
He sighed and ran a hand through hair. This was why nothing flagged in the girl’s background check. Elise would have made certain of it. In an attempt to take control of the narrative he laid one hand over hers and stilled her twitching fingers. “You know I have never had any dealings with the Red Trade.”
“But you know those who do.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice “Yes, I’ll admit it, I feel responsible, but this happened on your watch, Thomas. And now all eyes are on it. You’re going to need to give me something more than a few duplicate photos or you are going to have every resource at the Park trained on the Eighth Circle. How long do you think your tenure will stand up to that kind of scrutiny.”
Backed into a corner, he went on the attack. “I’m sure you can tell from the date stamp that this was Anderson’s work.” His lip curled into a sneer. “And seeing as you were so much closer to him than I, perhaps it’s you who should be worried about guilt by association?”
That taunt hit harder than he’d expected and he watched her pale. Taking a breath he made a decision. For once, they were actually on the same side with this. He had no desire to protect those who dabbled in the bloodier end of the skin trade, and perhaps there were other benefits to aiding the intelligence service in this instance.
“I don’t recognise any of the faces of the men in the photos,” he admitted cautiously, “but if you look closer at this man…” he shuffled the deck of images and pointed to a figure in one shot. Long, greasy dark hair obscured most of his face, but there was a prominent tattoo on the hand that was wrapped around a young woman’s throat. “That tattoo is the Albanian mob.
He waited and watched her eyebrows pull together. That photo had not been included in the news story. Probably too graphic for even the tabloids to touch. This was new information he was supplying.
“That’s a good starting point,” she conceded. “But I’m going to need more than that. Albania is a big place, you’ll have to narrow it down a bit.”
“We don’t have any of the Albania Mafia as members of the London Club.”
“How convenient for you. But your purview extends beyond just London now.” She shook her head. “You have the contacts to find out who he is. And, more importantly, where I can find him.”
Something in her tone brought him up short. “You’re going after him? Personally?”
“If I have to.” She grimaced. “Like you said, it’s my fault she got taken, I can’t sit just around and do nothing.”
He had one last card to play, but he didn’t want to seem too eager. However, Elise had the necessary resources for an extraction of this nature. He did not. Reaching into his breast pocket, he withdrew a small index card, and a silver fountain pen. Careful to ensure there were no watching eyes he swiftly printed a name and address.
“Hopefully this will provide a trail of breadcrumbs for you to follow.”
She frowned at the name. “Who’s he? Doesn’t sound Albanian.”
“He’s not. He’s the money man. Or at least, the man who launders the money for them and doesn’t care whose blood is on it. He’s been quietly dealing with the Red Trade for decades. Put pressure on him and he might be able to supply the names you need.”
Elise tapped the name into a handheld device and frowned at the result.
“He’s not in our system.”
“He’s very careful. That’s how he’s managed to stay in business so long.” He didn’t add that it was also why so many of the major families trusted him with their money.
This was a risky move. He could only hope that it didn’t backfire on him.
Elise was now fully absorbed in entering the search details into the Government files and all but oblivious to his presence. Sensing their meeting was now concluded, Cross closed his briefcase and his gaze drifted towards the window.
He froze.
Staring at him through the plate glass was Verity. What the hell was she doing here? Christ, this was the last thing he needed!
He watched as her eyes narrowed, searching the face of the woman opposite him. Wincing, he could pinpoint the moment that recognition hit and her mouth dropped open in outrage.
Turning his head, he met Patrik’s eyes. The younger man might not recognise the woman seated with him in the booth, but he clearly had no problem interpreting the look on Cross’s face. Without a word he wrapped one long arm around Verity’s waist, hauled her into the air, and carried her kicking and screaming towards the waiting car.
Elise glanced up from her screen and frowned. “What?”
Cross released a slow breath and then snapped, “Are we done here?”
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