#just the way he moves screams repressed feelings babygirl

[munchy-k]

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[yandere-daydreams]

A follow-up of that NSFW Villain!Katsuki oneshot, now featuring Dabi, thanks to a lovely commissioner. Someone remind me to write down my thoughts on the villain au, one day, because I have *way* too many thoughts on everything and anything that could throw out favorite kids into the deep-end.

Word Count: 2k

It was hard, finding friends when one’s career is made out of torturing people, arranging bombings, killing heroes, and a long, long list of other atrocities that Katsuki tried not to think about most days. Not to the depth he should. On most days, he didn’t mind. It was lonely on the field, but he had his girl back at home, and underlings to kick around whenever he reflected on his current life too much.

But, lately, that hadn’t been a problem. To his and his latest punching bag’s relief, he’d managed to find a friend… of sorts.

The two were laughing as they crashed into the abandoned warehouse, the door (barely still hanging on its hinges) swinging shut behind Katsuki as Dabi fell onto a stack of crates and palates, the blonde following shortly behind him. Both were laughing, palms still throbbing and smoking from the police they’d just fought off. It’d been fun, more fun than it should’ve been. Having someone else to mock the pitiful attempt at ‘back-up’ the Pro’s had decided to call-in to handle two major villains just made the experience all the more interesting, Katsuki guessed.

It took them a moment to catch their breath, a comfortable silence falling over the room after their laughter slowly trickled out. Dabi was the first to break it, speaking absent-mindedly as the sound of sirens faded into the distance. “Damn, we fuck ‘em up bad. I don’t think I’ll be getting back to my side of town for a few days.” He paused, stretching casually. Despite his earlier nonchalance, the man was covered in bruises and cuts, with a particularly brutal stab-wound in his shoulder. He wouldn’t be fighting anytime soon, to say the least. “Guess I’m bumming it ‘till things die down.”

Katsuki wasn’t sure what he felt towards Dabi, exactly. It was a platonic attraction, for the most part. There was a certain respect to their relationship, a degree of admiration that Katsuki was bitterly happy with. But, it was the kind of feeling that led the boy to smirk, waving off his companion’s concerns. “Don’t even fucking think about it. My base isn’t too far, and you look like shit. I’m not letting you go three more days without a shower.”

Dabi let out another chuckle, this one a little more tense. Obviously, he was testing the waters. “I don’t know, you sure you don’t want me intruding on you and that… darling of yours. I know I was being pretty weird earlier, so I wouldn’t blame you-”

“I said not to fucking think about it, didn’t I?” It was blunt, but Katsuki’s tone was still light, a sign Dabi was quickly catching onto. “I see the way you look at her, always doing that creepy ‘undressing her with your eyes’ thing,” He explained, watching as Dabi glanced away, clearly guilty. It was nothing Katsuki hadn’t been planning for, though. “You want to fuck my baby.”

“Hey, man, I never claimed to be a saint.” He held up a hand defensively, his voice hesitant, but curious all the same. “I mean, you’d be cool with that kind of thing? No offense, but you kinda strike me as the jealous type.”

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” Katsuki laughed, propping his cheek up on an awaiting fist. He slouched in his make-shift chair, getting a little more comfortable. They’d be here for a few hours, at least. “I think we can arrange something.”

~

You missed Katsuki. More than you’d like to admit.

He wasn’t gone often, not in the scope of things. Even when he stumbled into your room in the middle of the night, with barely enough energy to rip off his clothes before collapsing into bed, you’d still wake up to your… your boyfriend, you guessed (the words felt uncomfortable, but not wrong, much to your discontent), making breakfast a room over and ready to brag about how many heroes he took down between apology kisses.

But, he’d been away for… a while, now. A few days, three or more, for a mission in a town a few hours over. For once, you wished he trusted you enough to give you a phone. You didn’t know you could miss someone’s voice so much.

And, you supposed, you missed… other parts of him, too. Parts that left you twitching and blissed-out, and oh so frustrated without him. Katsuki wasn’t a treat to be around, that was guaranteed, but you never thought you’d resort to one of the many ‘gifts’ he’d gotten over your time together. Most of the assortment he’d managed to collect were novelty items, bought for the sole purpose of making you blush and stutter while Katsuki attempted to coax you into actually using a twenty-inch dildo of questionable structural soundness, but there was one silver lining.

And Katsuki got to see that first hand.

It took more self-control than it should’ve to rip your hand away from your mouth as the normally bolted door swung open, swallowing the moans that were still threatening to tear at your throat. You knew how you looked, hair messy, face red, sheets bunched up around your waist and one of Katsuki’s dress shirts clinging to your skin, barely big enough to stay closed around your chest, but it wasn’t like you could run for cover. Your heart only dropped further into your stomach as your eyes darted towards the door, an unfamiliar, dark figure lingering behind Katsuki as he rushed to greet you.

“You never knock,” You muttered, barely able to spit the words out before Katsuki’s arms envelope you, pulling you into a tight, crushing hug, and practically shoving his tongue down your throat as soon as he was close enough. He pulled away quickly, leaving you panting and gagging as he laughed, resting his forehead against yours all-too-tenderly. You wanted to hug him back, or at least melt into the gesture, but you couldn’t keep your eyes from drifting to the mysterious stranger now standing much too closely for your comfort. “Suki… since when do you bring people home?”

Momentarily, he let you go, scanning over your form with a gaze more hungry then you were used to. His words was slow, drawn-out. Mocking. It didn’t help that his hands trailed down your arms as he spoke, you grip unconsciously tightening around the small object in your hand. “I don’t know, since when do you try to do my job?” Without warning, your fist was pried open, the small, silver bullet vibrator you’d been trying desperately to hide soon hanging from two fingers, on display for everyone to see. “Babe, you can’t replace a flesh and blood dick with this shit, don’t you know that?”

You couldn’t prevent the scowl quickly working its way onto your lips, nor the reflexive move you made to grab the toy out of his hands. But, Katsuki just jerked it back, sliding the slick-soaked device into his mouth so casually, you could hardly help the way you flinched. “You see, love, the fucker over and I made an agreement,” He continued, voice slightly stifled by the... object. “He’s real interested in my pretty little darling, and since I’m so considerate, I thought it’d only be fair if I gave him a try.” Katsuki paused, fishing the bullet out of his cheek. He took his time, licking a long, teasing stipe up the toy’s length, before throwing you a grin and tossing it to Dabi, who slipped it into his pocket without a moment of hesitation. “Sharing is caring, right?”

A brief silence hung in the air as Katsuki took his leave, patting Dabi’s shoulder and wishing him the best as he left. Saying you were stunned, shocked, would’ve been an understatement, your hands know clenched around the sheets, mouth struggling to close, even as Dabi took another step forward. By the time he was standing in front of you, a smirk plastered across his lips that rivaled Katsuki’s own, you’d only just registered his presence. You forced yourself to glare up at him, trying to keep your voice even as you spoke. “You’re not-”

Dabi didn’t hesitate, practically tacking you. He cut you off directly, his lips crashing into yours in a toothy, messy, wet kiss, biting at your lips whenever you refused to part them. “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this, babygirl?” He asked, ripping the sheets away from your lower half, quickly grabbing your thighs, forcing your hips to meet his and grinding violently. You could feel the buttons of Katsuki’s shirt pressing into your skin, your wetness soaking into the fabric of Dabi’s pants… soon, all that frustration you tried to repressed was returning in full-force. And Dabi wasn’t doing much better, growling against your lips. “Fucking weeks. It’s been hell, having to look at another man and know he’s the one making you scream.” Finally, he moved away from your mouth, peppering your jaw with short, quick, painful nips. “Let’s fix that.”

With that, Dabi pulled away, his back straightening and allowing him to stare down at you. Feeling a plea form in your throat, you reflexively moved to cover your mouth, but Dabi just grabbed your wrist with his free hand, pushing you back down into the mattress. “You know, I had a long talk with that boy-toy of yours,” He started, his hands soon leaving your wrist, trailing to your cheek so slowly, you almost wanted to lean into his touch. Fortunately, you didn’t really have a choice for very long. His thumb slipped into your mouth shamelessly, pressing against your tongue as you closed your eyes, if only out of embarrassment. “He went on for hours, making you seem like such a good little slut. The perfect little whore,” He chuckled, pulling back to grope at your chest. He was so much rougher than Katsuki, lacking any of the gentle touches and so much of the affection. And fuck, you loved it. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me too, right?”

“N-No! You’re not my Katsuki.” Your voice was unsteady, louder than you meant it to be, but you still shook your head, attempting to sit up, if only to show that you weren’t going to just take this. And yet, that certainly didn’t mean you were surprised when a scarred hand landed on your chest, shoving you against the headboard.

“We’ll see how long at attitude lasts…” Dabi trailed off as his head dipped between your thighs, nipping at your skin as he moved lower. Your legs threatened to close around his head as he pressed the flat of his tongue against your cunt, licking at a gentle, leisurely pace. It didn’t take long for him to pause, savoring the taste and forcing you to let out a high-pitched, needy whine. He moaned at the sound, the vibrations only making things so much worse. Dabi didn’t have any intentions of letting you win, either, sucking on your clit so lightly, when he wasn't tracing random, delicate patterns against your entrance. Instantly, you could feel the pressure in your stomach, sparks building up so quickly but never reaching the point you needed them to.

When you found your voice, it was low, quieter than he should’ve been able to make-out. “Please…”

He hummed, only making you squirm under him. But, that didn’t stop Dabi from pausing, kissing the inside of your thigh between breaths, sucking and kissing and biting until there had to be a mark. “What was that, babygirl? Wanna speak up?”

“Dabi,” You whined, reaching over to rake your hands through his hair, pushing his down ever-so-slightly. “Please, Dabi, I need you. Please make me cum!”

“Isn’t that sweet? See, I knew you’d be good for me.” Another laugh, this one deeper, darker. But, you were past the point of caring. The only thing you could think about was how good it felt when his tongue slid into your cunt, a hand suddenly rubbing hard circles into your clit. You came undone with a sob, a moan catching in your throat. As he pulled away, you attempted to catch your breath in short, shallow pants, only to be interrupted by something hard and long thrusting inside of you. Your moans turned to whimpers, Dabi’s cock fucking into you without giving you a second to adjust.

“Don’t-” You complaints were kissed away, sloppier than before, but just as passionate, Dabi burying his face in your neck a moment later, groaning into your skin as his hips moved sporadically, not resting until you were clenching around his dick, clawing into his jacket just to keep yourself stable. You weren’t sure how many times you climaxed, or if you came at all, before he twitched inside of you, barely slowing down as he came.

Both of you were still as he damn-near collapsed on top of you, thrusting one more time just to see you tear-up. You let yourself close your eyes as he pulled out, barely bothering to re-adjust himself before pulling you into his chest, letting you curl into his warmth despite your best intentions. You could hardly hear the purr he let out, so tired, so ready to just shut your eyes and sleep.

Little did you know, that might be the only time Dabi was nice enough to let you rest. Per their ‘agreement’, Dabi just got a week to spend with his favorite new toy, before Katsuki got you back for the rest of the month. He’d get to see you again, of course, but he never tended to be very patient with something so adorable.

And as long as he had anything to say about it, you two weren’t going to waste a second of your time together. 

[hecohansen31]

KINKTOBER (20: Loss of Virginity)

Gordan Merkel+Poet! Reader:

Hey lovelies!

This is my first fic on Merkel ever, so if you ever want to anymore asks, please let me know!

Also the concept of this belongs to the lovely @emmyrosee so please check out her blog, because we stan (1) queen, much love to you!

From the list of prompts by @rougepetale​.

SUMMARY: It was fate who brought them together, but it is war separating them. Will their last goodbye be hurtful or sweet?

WARNINGS: Loss of Virginity/ Unprotected Sex (... don’t do like Merkel... wrap it up)/Oral Sex (Female Receiving).

You and Merkel had basically grown up together, childhood friends since the start.

So, when he had joined the “Resistance” you hadn’t stopped at nothing to follow him, in your own way.

You had always been good with words, they flowed so easily from your mouth and onto the paper page that you couldn’t help but write what you felt, being repressed by a competitive regime, that stopped others from expressing themselves and meet again with their family, from which they were separated by the big and feared Wall.

You hadn’t thought you could become such a phenomenon but once your brother, who worked on the streets alongside Merkel had told you that the Stasi had started wondering who was “the bitch, who wrote those offending poems that they found everywhere in the city”.

You had started writing even more dramatic poems, speaking more freely and eventually it got you caught.

The fact that even international espionage agencies had started being involved in Berlin was enough for Merkel to freak out and order you out of the country, getting somebody to bring you with them abroad in secret.

But you hadn’t wanted to leave him and this had made you start an argument with him.

“You fucking don’t understand, (Y/N)!” he screamed at you, making you back up into the wall, where you stood onto, shielding your body slightly with your hands and Merkel backed immediately up understanding your discomfort “… I can’t have you running around, putting yourself in dangerous situation, anymore, the situation is fucking serious!”.

“…I know, Merkel” you weren’t stupid so you knew perfectly what he meant “…but it would break my heart to leave you here”.

“You don’t understand how much it hurts me” he mumbled, whispering slowly and grabbing your hand, bringing it to his cheeks, flamed and hot due to his own rage mixed with the love he felt for you.

The girl he had always considered nothing more than an annoying bother, always clutching at him, was now the one he would die for, had anything happened to you.

Like it might happen during those times.

Not only he was having trouble dealing with Percival, but the new agent from the UK didn’t make it easy for him and all he wanted was to have just one less thought, with you away somewhere safe…

… somewhere far away from him.

It pained him to think about it, but knowing you safe brought him more comfort than knowing you in Eastern Berlin, risking your life.

“… but it is the only way out of this I see” he mumbled softly, his voice becoming a whisper meanwhile he brought you in a strict hug, feeling you sniffle in his arms, slowly becoming more and more loose in his arms, giving yourself up to your own fate.

“I don’t…” you mumbled meanwhile a sob shook your tiny body, so tiny in his arms and so frail “… don’t think that I can live without you, Gordan”.

He gently kissed your forehead and then pushed back to look at you in the face, muttering softly.

“You can and you will” he promised you, watching deeply in your eyes, before softness overtook him and he find himself strangely tearing up a bit “… how will I survive without you constantly annoying me?”.

You pushed him away, with a dark stare in your face, giggling shyly at his own joke, meanwhile you taunted him with a few fists to his chest, with had no effect on him although he faked to surrender under them.

But one hit him just right and you found yourself tumbling on the floor with him, one on top of the other.

You were confused by the sudden situation, not knowing if you had gone further than your usual friendship, mostly since Gordan’s lips were just under yours, a slight pressure towards the ground and you…

… he kissed you before, it was so sudden that you were taken aback, but quickly relaxed yourself into it, letting him take the lead to what was a sweet kiss, a farewell of some sorts and wanting more, desperately.

Even more with the way he grasped your clothes tight, almost wanting to rip them from your body.

You had to stop him, more to calm your quickening heart and regain your stolen breath, than from true disgust or rejection.

“I am sorry” he muttered, confused and not knowing whether he had wronged you or…

“… does your heart beat as quick as mine?” your hand pushed itself onto his chest and felt his heart rapidly beats against it, effectively answering your question ”…I have been feeling like this since I first met you, and you were nothing but an arrogant older boy”.

“… so… you can sprout insults but I can’t…” he mumbled, getting another hit on his chest, but a kiss to his lips soothed him.

And before you knew it, you were on the small bed of your childhood room, with your childhood friend, holding you closer to him than you thought was possible, meanwhile he laid sweet kisses onto your body, not forgetting any spot, as if he wanted to commit every part of your body to his memory.

The thought made you almost feel as if you already were missing him, as if he was already gone from your life.

You tightened your grip on him, and grabbed his hair in your hands, meanwhile he went down on you, sharing your juices with him, as he gently rubbed your clit, making you feel better and taking for a bit your mind off the dreadful thought of being separated by on ocean.

He brought you over the edge, after holding you onto it for quite a bit.

And then his member rubbed against your tender skin, still sensitive from you high, and you couldn’t help but blush a bit, slightly stilling in his close grip.

Something which didn’t go unnoticed by him, who gently peppered your face and neck with small kisses to make you relax and face him.

“What is wrong, little katze?” he mumbled as soon as he got your attention, no matter that you tried to avoid staring him in his beautiful eyes, eventually giving up and whispering your little secret.

“You are my first, Gordan”.

This left him wide-eyed and a smirk appeared on his face and you hid your face to your side, muttering something about making his ego just stronger, pushing him away, but he just made you face again, gently brushing his member against your clit, making you arch onto the bed.

“… I’ll make it special, if you want me to be your first” he said, caressing your sweaty hair out of your face, tracing with his thumb your lips “… I would have bought candles and flowers and all the shit, had I know it… and if you want to wait… we can…”.

“I don’t need “all that shit”, Gordan” you giggled, this time being the one that made him blush “… I just need you, and the thought of losing you, makes me so so…”.

“I don’t want to rush you…” he whispered onto your lips, before he laid a kiss there and you couldn’t help but smile into it.

“…I am ready, Gordan” you muttered, against his lips, caressing them one last time with yours “… I don’t want anybody else other than you, as my first”.

You saw tears shine again in Gordan’s eyes, but he ducked them down quickly to focus on the task ahead, entering you slowly and letting you get adjusted to it, meanwhile you hissed due to the painful intrusion.

Quickly Gordan’s hand joined yours and his lips went to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, meanwhile he gently started moving as you squeezed back his hand, giving him the possibility to move, in you.

And with that you lost your last drop of innocence, blood coating the sheets as you laid in each other’s arms once it was all done, a phantom pain gently sobbing between your legs, but the knowledge that your last memory of your best-friend-turned-lover was so sweet, soothed any pain.

You would miss him, but you knew you would meet again.

You had grown up together, fallen in love and you had no doubt love and happiness were in your future.

You just had to wait.

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[lilousmustaches]

Mistaken/part 2

Warnings: None (i think)

Notes: I'm so glad that people liked this!!! It means a looot <3 I hope you like this, it's a little bit longer than the first part and SOOO fucking cliche lol 

Summary: Robert Downey Jr finds out that his daughter is dating his co-worker.

Part 1

‘Can you come pick me up?’

 ‘Of course love, I was about to ask you that.’ Tom texted you back making you repress a smile and feel butterflies in your stomach. Tom made you feel like that with a simple text, a simple look or a simple touch. As cliche as it seemed, you’d never felt this way before. Well, he was your first boyfriend after all.

 It's wasn't like you had never been with other guys before. You’d had flings, but Tom was the first serious relationship you ever had. And now looking back, it was worth the wait. Tom Hiddleston was a perfect gentleman and treated you like a princess. The only problem? The 10 year age gap between the two of you. Not that it stopped you, of course. 

 You were already waiting outside the dance academy you spent your evenings on when his familiar black car parked in front of you. Because you were in vacation while your dad was filming, you didn't have your car with you and honestly was not in the mood to call for your dad's driver. Tom opened the window and gave you a smile, making you return the gesture.

 "Hello, my love." Tom said when you entered the car, giving you a long chaste kiss. "Had fun?"

 "Yes! She rocks." You answered, talking about the Hip Hop expert whose class you’d taken today, and he started the car. "But I'm really tired." You continued, putting your tongue out and making him giggle. 

 "I guess I still owe you a massage for that day." He said with a mischievous smile and you blushed when you remembered what day he was talking about. "Oh! I bought us wine." 

 "You know I never refuse wine." You said happily. "But... Don't laugh at me! I was actually craving something else." 

 "Go ahead." He nodded, focused on the road. 

 "I would die for a McDonald's right now." You admitted and he started laughing, turning to look at you when he stopped at a red light. Tom shook his head in denial still with a smile, turning his body to get something from the backseat. And it was... 

 "Oh my god Tom!" You cried picking up the McDonald's bag, looking inside seeing fries and two hamburgers, hearing his laughter. "You're the best! I can't believe this! Thank you so much! How did you guess?"

 "I shall never reveal my methods." He said mysteriously, making you roll your eyes, though the smile never left your face. "But you’ve got to admit that I'm awesome." 

 "You are."

 When you two finally got into his trailer at the Avengers set, you ate and started to drink the wine, while talking, laughing and touching. You just loved those nights with him. You hadn’t been together for that long and it was just two weeks ago that he’d asked you if you wanted to be his girlfriend, and with both of your busy schedules, nights like this were unfortunately rare. 

 "It's getting harder to keep this a secret." Tom admitted with a sigh while caressing your back slowly. You were sitting on his lap with your face buried in his neck, both of you sitting on the sofa in his trailer.

 "I know." You answered after a while, sighing too and finally moving away so you could face him. 

 "I just wish we could be like this everyday, darling... Without you having to lie to your father. I hate lying to him." He said sincerely and you nodded. 

 "Me too. I will try to talk to him as soon as possible, I promise. But he's so stressed right now with the new scenes and... You now how Mr. Robert Downey Jr. can get." You chuckled. 

 "We talked about this. If you want me to talk to him first..." 

 "No, I‘ll do it." You said firmly and Tom hesitantly nodded. You knew what he was thinking, that he was the wrong guy for you, dating his co-worker's daughter who happened to be 13 years younger. "But now... Can we please not talk about my dad while I'm sitting on your lap?" 

 "Your wish is my command." Tom said with that smile you loved so much, kissing you slowly, running his hands up and down your body. Suddenly he got up with you in his arms, making you yelp and he just smiled through the kiss, satisfied. Tom lied you in his bed, climbing on top of you and not breaking the kiss. 

 "You make go mad, babygirl..." He whispered in your ear sucking at your pulse making you arch your back. "Incredibly mad..." 

 xxXXxxXXxx 

 You woke up a little confused at first, but remembered you‘d spent the night with Tom and frowned when you found the other side of the bed empty. You yawned, putting your clothes back on and getting up, soon finding a little note on top of the table he had in the trailer. 

 ‘Love, 

I still had some scenes to finish today but maybe we can go to that restaurant I was talking about tonight? I found your phone in my car this morning, you must have forgotten there, I left it in the kitchen for you. 

 T.’

 You smiled like a kid, feeling those already familiar butterflies in your stomach. You found your phone where he said it would be, and frowned when you saw ten missed calls from your dad, three from Chris Evans and two from Scarlett. Your heart was already beating fast. Had something happened? 

 "(Y/N) pick up the phone. NOW."

 "Where are you? Why didn't you come back to the trailer today?" 

 "(Y/N) Downey, I swear if you keep ignoring me..." 

 You read your father's text confused because of the sudden overprotective attitude. What had happened?

 "(Y/N) please pick up, it's important." 

 This was from Scarlett, which only made you get more confused and preoccupied. But nothing could prepare you for Evans' messages. 

 "(Y/N), I'm so sorry, but your father found out about you and Tom. He approached me and there was no way I could deny it. He‘s going crazy looking for you. I thought you should know." 

 "Fuck" You muttered out of breath, thinking of how screwed you and Tom were. 

 XxXxXxXxX

 It didn't take Tom long to finish his scenes of the day, they were simple and fast. Putting the makeup on took some time, though, not that he minded it. He loved transforming into Loki, it was one of his favorite characters he’d ever played. Loki’s part really made his career take off, and had brought him amazing friends and... You. Just the thought of you was enough to make him smile. It was indeed funny how love appeared in the most unpredictable placês.

 Tom was already free of makeup and in his normal clothes again when he remembered that he had to discuss something with Benedict. It didn't take long to find him rehearsing his lines close to the main set. 

 Tom started to laugh about something his long-term friend said, but frowned confusedly when he saw Robert Downey Jr. in the distance, a.k.a his father in law, looking straight at him with a murderous look on his face, and Tom Holland behind him with wide eyes.

 This couldn't be a good sign. 

 "Tom? What is it?" Benedict asked confused when he saw his friends’ face, and turned back to check what Tom was watching. "Why is Robert looking at us like that?" 

 "I'm pretty sure he's looking at me." Hiddleston said already sensing something was incredibly wrong. Robert was walking fast towards them and involuntarily, he took a step back. 

 "And why is he... Oh." Something clicked in Benedict's head. "(Y/N)"

 "Yep" Tom answered but couldn't stop looking at Robert who was getting closer. He just couldn't turn back and run, could he? Tom had always told himself that he wouldn’t shy away from the consequences of hiding his relationship with you from Robert, and he always thought that he wouldn't be afraid of your father whenever he did find out about it. They were friends, for fucks sake! But well... He’d lied.

 How in the world had Robert discovered about his and (Y/N)'s relationship?

 "I'm gonna kill you." Robert whispered, feeling the anger consume his body when he got close enough to Hiddleston and Cumberbatch. This time, by Tom's reaction he was sure. His little girl was dating the British ass. 

 "I can explain..." Hiddleston tried but was quickly interrupted by a punch square to his jaw, making him groan in pain. 

"Oh shit!" Holland exclaimed. 

 "Robert!" Benedict screamed. 

 "I guess I deserved that." Tom said opening and closing his mouth trying to ease the pain. 

 "Dad!" You yelled finally when you finally reached them, with Mackie and Evans running after you. You’d bumped into them along the way, and they were instantly worried about you, running and looking for your father desperately as well. They decided to help you even after you cornered Evans about what he’d said to Robert. "What have you done?" You yelled at your dad.

 "What have I- what have you done, (Y/N)! Dating someone twice your age!" Robert said yelling back at you, still not wanting to believe this. 

 "Robert, please, let's talk somewhere private." Tom begged seeing many people from the production gathering around, including Benedict and Holland, Chris Evans and Antony Mackie.

 "Private? I guess you weren't thinking of 'private' when you let every fucking body in this studio know that you were dating my daughter." Robert yelled again feeling betrayed. 

 "I didn't know!" Holland exclaimed making you roll your eyes. "I thought we were friends (Y/N)?"

 "Well, people call you 'Spoiler boy' for a reason" You argued. "Not the point right now."

 "What do you want huh?" Your father asked Hiddleston trying to get closer to him again, but Benedict and Evans held him back. "Is it fame? Is this why you’re dating my daughter? For fame?" 

 "Dad!" You exclaimed surprised, not believing what he was suggesting. "Are you crazy? Tom is your friend, you know him better." 

 "I’ve never had a 'friend'* who sneaked into my little girl's bed while I was sleeping!" Robert exclaimed.

 "Oh god Robert, please, just let me explain." Tom said already scared of where this conversation was going. He never thought this would go that bad. 

 "Explain Hiddleston. What do you want?" Robert repeated again, still being held by Ben and Chris. 

 "I don't want anything, for god's sake..."

 "What do you want? Why are you dating her?" Robert yelled interrupting Tom one more time, making him lose his patience. 

 "Because I LOVE HER." Tom yelled with a red face making your eyes go wide. Pretty much everyone's reaction. "I love her, okay? It was a shock for me too. Do you think I chose to fall in love with (Y/N)? My co-worker's daughter? Who is also a lot younger than me? Well, I didn't. It happened, I wasn't expecting it, and it was a hell of a surprise to me too. But it happened." Tom explained saying the last words very patiently. "I can't explain why it happened, but it did. I know it's wrong, I know we should have told you sooner. And for that, I beg for forgiveness. But I won't apologize for falling in love with her, Robert, I just won't."

 "Tom..." You whispered, amazed at what you’d just heard. 

 "I love you, (Y/N)." He admitted looking at you this time. "This isn’t the way you deserved to hear this. I'm sorry." 

 "Girl, you guys are really serious, aren't you?" Mackie said just as shocked as everyone else, breaking the ice. 

 "I guess we are." You said laughing, still shocked and suddenly on the edge of tears. "I lo-"

 "Oh, okay!" Your dad interrupted before you could finish. "Let's talk in private."

 Somehow Robert managed to convince your friends, and you, that it was safe to leave him alone with you and Tom. You three walked in silence to his main trailer.

 "Dad...?" You tried hesitantly seeing that he was quiet since you entered the trailer. Robert sighed. 

 "I'm not that mad anymore." He struggled. "I'm sorry for the punch, by the way." Robert said gesturing towards Tom, making you exchange a confused look with your boyfriend. 

 "Understandable, it's fine." Tom said, putting the ice bag you’d retrieved for him on his jaw. 

 "It's just... At first, I thought it was Holland, I got mad but I decided he was a good guy for you, (Y/N). But then I found out you were dating another Tom, and it was him." Your dad continued pointing again at Hiddleston. "And... He's so much older than you, dear." Robert said looking at you. "And he is my friend, it's so weird." 

 "And that makes him a bad guy for me?" You asked seeing your dad remain silent. "Look... I know that the age gap can be a little shocking in the beginning, but dad, no one’s ever treated me so well. It's cliche and I understand how awkward this must be for you but... When you think about it, what's so wrong about that? What's so wrong about two people falling in love?"

 The three of you stayed in silence for torturous minutes after your speech until Robert finally sighed.

 "Well... I guess there is nothing more for me to do than accept it..." Robert said making your heart start jumping in anxiousness and happiness in your chest. "But! This doesn't mean that I like the idea, it will take a while for me to digest this information. You’re an adult (Y/N), you know what you are doing. And Tom, I really am sorry for the punch, but you deserved it." Your dad said shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal, making you giggle. "And please, don't go public until we finish shooting. I mean it."

 "Of course, we weren't planning on it." Tom said nodding. 

 "I love you dad." You said smiling, feeling a wave of relief wash down your body as you got up to hug him, who returned it by wrapping both his arms around you.

 "I love you too sweetie." He said kissing your forehead before breaking the hug and looking down, taking off his glasses to run his hand through his face tiredly. "Geez... Wait till Susan hears about this." He said referring to his wife. Although she was your stepmother, you’d always considered her to be your mom. 

 "Hm.... She already knows." You said with a guilty smile, making Robert look at you in surprise. "But this reminds me of something... don’t you two have an age gap of like... Nine years?"

 "Shut up." Robert said quickly, pointing at the door to his trailer. "Now get out you two, I still have to read the new script." 

 "I will see you later." You screamed before pulling Tom to get out of there as fast as possible. You didn't stop walking until you were quite an acceptable distance away from your dad's trailers, and then you just looked at each other and started to laugh. 

 "Oh Tom, your jaw’s still red." You said still laughing but putting your hand carefully where it was bruised. 

 "I don't care." He said with a smile kissing the back of your hand that was caressing him. "I'm too happy to care. Now I can walk around the set and touch my girlfriend without having to worry about someone telling her scary dad about us." 

 "Did... Did you really mean what you said back there? That you love me?" You asked suddenly shy, watching him open a wide smile. 

 "Of course I did, love." He said nodding, putting both of his hands on the sides of your face. "Of course I did."

 "I love you too, Tom." You admitted with a smile looking straight into those baby blue eyes. "Thank you for being so good to me." 

 "Anything to see you smile, princess." He said giving you a kiss. "Am I being too cliche?"

 "A little bit, yeah." You laughed giving him another kiss. "But I'm too happy to care.”

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