Chris? CHRIS. HELL~OSTOP. CHECKING OUT. TOM. LIKE. THAT.BUTSERIOUSLY NO DON’T STOPHOLY MOTHER OF GODHE’S ALLDAYUMN BOY U SO FOINEHIS TONGUEJAYSUS

 #OMFG #seriously? like… SERIOUSLY? #Chris Hemsworth#Tom Hiddleston #STOP YOUR FLIRTING #RIGHT THIS INSTANT #okay no continue it please you’re making all sorts of wondrous images flit into mine brain#UNF #UNF #AND HIS TONGUE #AND HIS FINGERS #ON HIS NECK#TEEEASSSIINNNGGG #UNNF

He’s staring.  Tom knows he’s staring, can see it in his peripheral vision.  And in front of all these people, too—in front of the cameras, no less.

It’s rather ill-behaved of him, to say the least.  Mostly because he’s now quite clearly ignoring the nice men interviewing them.

The wet pink of Chris’s tongue slipping out to press against his front teeth glistens in the harsh lights—ah, now that’s not very discreet, is it, boy?—and Tom fidgets with the collar of his leather jacket a bit, knowing Chris is watching, watching his hand, those big blue innocent eyes drawn to the motion.

He keeps his own expression pleasantly neutral as he, without really thinking, of course, runs the backs of his long fingers across his throat, just brushing the bend of his collarbone.  Certainly not a calculated movement, meant to guide those eyes along the same path; certainly not meant to play on the other man’s penchant for leaving red-purple marks on that particular area of skin.

(It’s possible that Tom has been answering to “Loki” for a few months too long.)

Chris’s tongue slides over to the corner of his lovely mouth, his lower lip curling in just a bit (and the way he bites his lip in idle moments, like a teenager, is only one of many little endearing things about him).  Tom wraps his hand absently round his throat, just letting it rest there for a second or two, just long enough for Chris to get the message.  He can hear the soft, hissing breath Chris lets out between pursed lips, and he wonders if Chris even realizes what he’s doing, eyeing his co-star in a decidedly un-brotherly way right in front of the cameras—and no doubt after this interview drops, thousands of people will see it, thousands of people will see the way that Chris Hemsworth is almost salivating at Tom Hiddleston, and the rumors will fly, oh yes, every one of those people will talk…

…and Chris has absolutely no clue, does he?  It’s adorable how naive he is.

Tom isn’t that much older than he, only a few years, but Chris is such a boy sometimes Tom can’t help but call him that.  Do you want this?  Do you?  Boy?  Answer me.  Do you want my cock?  Show me how much.  That’s not good enough, boy.  Harder.  Yes. 

And Chris is surely going to slam him into a wall later tonight, back at their hotel, for teasing him during an interview, for making his lips itch to fasten around Tom’s jugular and suck, for making his hands twitch in eagerness to close around his neck and squeeze.  He’s going to growl, and scratch, and bruise, and bite, and Tom plans to let him, might even let him top if he’s good for the rest of the evening, does as he’s told and restrains himself until they reach the hotel room.  If he doesn’t, well, he’s going to have to work a bit harder for what he wants, isn’t he?

Tom suppresses a smile at the thought.

“So demanding, brother,” Loki purrs into Thor’s ear, lips brushing the shell, and the sibilants make the proud warrior beneath him jerk and arch. “Always so certain that you will have what you want.”

Thor’s arms strain against the whisper-thin spellstrands that bind them, stretch them up and over his head and pin them together near the headboard—all his might, all his strength, constrained by a few strings of green light wrapped around his wrists and ankles and a sigil traced in the air with a fingertip. It leaves the core of him open—exposed—vulnerable—just as Loki wishes it. No matter how his muscles tense, pull, shudder, he cannot break those slender green streaks, nor lift the anchor that holds them down.

“Such a greedy little thing you are. Selfish. Caring only for your own desires.”

YAY IT’S FINALLY DONE

Go read it on LJ or AO3.  DO IT.

Go read it at LJ or AO3.

GO

DO IT NOW

LOKI COMMANDS IT

tyrotheterrible:

PART FIFTEEN OF BLOODFLOW IS UP

On LJ or AO3.  8D

PART FIFTEEN OF BLOODFLOW IS UP

On LJ or AO3.  8D

pitbap replied to your post: HOLD THE PHONE, YOU WROTE GOOD OMENS FIC?! I MUST SEE THIS.

But where are they? I want to read them. Are they on your LJ?

Keep in mind, these are all from ‘09, so they’re kind of old.

G-rated thing involving Crowley being a dork.  Also some Crowley doodles.

PORN.  Apparently, I and a couple other people pretty much invented halo!kink in the GO fandom.

CREEPY PORN.  With Pollution and some poor random victim.  Warning: pretty fucked up.

Aaaaaand this thing I wrote for the ‘09 Exchange.

:D

Writing a fill for this prompt over on norsekink, because I have lost control of my life.

And since you guys are so awesome I’m gonna post the beginning of it here for you to read.  :D

Read More

FOR THE MOTHERFUCKING WIN.

Go to LJ or AO3 to read it.

Thank you for all the comments and encouragement!  I LOVE YOU GUYS

Bloodflow, Part Twelve →

tyrotheterrible:

tyrotheterrible:

HAHAHAHAHA FINISHED

(with this part)

Also, a plot point happens which will probably end up making this longer than I intended.  OH WELL.  WHO CARES.  NOT ME.

REBLOGGIN’ AGAIN.

and one more time.

Bloodflow, Part Twelve →

tyrotheterrible:

HAHAHAHAHA FINISHED

(with this part)

Also, a plot point happens which will probably end up making this longer than I intended.  OH WELL.  WHO CARES.  NOT ME.

REBLOGGIN’ AGAIN.

oh look it's my ao3 →

just finished uploading everything there

just gonna leave that link here

Bloodflow, Part Twelve →

HAHAHAHAHA FINISHED

(with this part)

Also, a plot point happens which will probably end up making this longer than I intended.  OH WELL.  WHO CARES.  NOT ME.

out, damned spot [Loki, PG-13] →

Hey look I did another thing for the kinkmeme.  I couldn’t help it, the prompt for Loki being blood-phobic called to me. I included some Thor/Loki at the end (because I am apparently incapable of not doing so), but it can be read as brotherly if you like.

Silence [Loki/Thor, TW for torture] →

tyrotheterrible:

Minifill on the kink meme.  Somebody requested Loki sewing somebody else’s lips shut.  I couldn’t resist.

NO REGRETS.

Silence [Loki/Thor, TW for torture] →

Minifill on the kink meme.  Somebody requested Loki sewing somebody else’s lips shut.  I couldn’t resist.

NO REGRETS.