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victor zsasz x reader

warnings: slightly suggestive, but other than that, none!

I turned off my hair dryer, giving myself a smile and a wink in the mirror before standing up and heading downstairs, still wrapped in my towel. I didn't care much about windows, nor people outside, my house was surrounded by gardens, you could barely see a thing from the nearest road. I paused, stopping at the large window by the stairs. There was a car pulling up in my drive. I took a step closer, biting my lip nervously, I wasn't expecting anyone? At first I tried to hide myself, behind a curtain or ducking below the window so that whoever was there couldn't see me. However, once they stepped out, and I saw their face, it was apparent that hiding was useless. I let go of the curtain, pressing my palms up against the window as I watched him close the door and briefly look at his surroundings. His dark leather suit contrasted with the brightness and colour of my garden. He stood out there as he stood out in practically every situation. Maybe once the reason was his dark wardrobe, or his bald head, or maybe the fact you'd never see him without a gun grasped tightly in his hand. Now, though, he stood out because of who he was. Everyone knew his name. Gotham's best assassin. A sociopath obsessed with the idea of killing. He enjoyed standing out, enjoyed being feared. It made his job more exciting, gave him more power. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. He glanced up at the window, instantly noticing me and smirking, lifting a hand to wave at me. I gave a sarcastic smile back and looked in the mirror, checking my hair before making my way downstairs to meet my visitor.

"Victor Zsasz," I beamed warmly as I opened the door, ignoring how on edge and terrified I felt inside. He grinned and pushed passed me. "Nice place you got here," he walked into the kitchen.

"You hungry?"

"I'll get something when I've finished my job, darling." He chuckled, running his fingers along the edge of the pistol.

"Am I allowed to ask who sent you? Or is that against the rules?"

He opened my fridge, ignoring the question. I sighed and jumped up onto the kitchen counter. "Can I get changed at least, Mr Zsasz? Before you kill me, preferably?"

He chuckled and took out a chocolate bar before closing the fridge and turning the face me. "What's wrong with what you're wearing now?" He hummed, smirking at my flustered reaction.

"This is a towel, zsaszels, now please tell me who sent you, I'd like to know which lunatic wanted me to dead so badly he was willing to pay Victor Zsasz for the job to be done."

"Zsaszles?" He cringed, taking a bite of my chocolate bar and yet again ignoring my question.

"I heard you were the quickest, cleanest and most precise assassin in Gotham, was I wrong?" I smiled sweetly, jumping down and taking back the chocolate bar.

"You're my last mission," he took a step closer, looking me up and down with a grin, "And, I must say," he took another step closer, "I'm quite enjoying the view."

I let out a shaky breath but tried ignored his teasing, rolling my eyes. Who knew he was such a flirt?

"Well, I'm going to get changed, make sure I look satisfactory for when you kill me."

He chuckled again, nodding his head and snatching the chocolate bar back off me. "Well hurry up, boss wants you in half an hour."

His words confused me, but I chose just to believe he was playing mind games and skipped upstairs to get dressed.

"Ready!" I called, tapping his shoulder. He immediately tensed up, pushing me back with his elbow and within a matter of seconds aiming a gun at my face. After a few moments he put it down, sighing and mumbling a "sorry" as he took a step closer to me. It was then I realised there was much more to Victor Zsasz than a heartless, murderous sociopath I had always believed him to be.

He headed for the door, gesturing for me to follow.

"Are you alright?" I asked innocently.

"Don't bother trying to connect with me, it won't save you, besides, I'm meant to take you I'm alive. So, chop chop!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door. "I was just asking if you were okay, Victor." I mumbled.

He opened the door for me and I got in, saying a "thank you" as he closed the door, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

He got in the other side, leaning over to check my seat belt was on properly. I gasped lightly at his touch and he smirked, mimicking "Are you alright?" As he tightened my seat belt.

"What are you even doing?"

"Can't have you injured in any way, unfortunately, boss wants you in perfect condition." He said as he started the car. We said nothing else to each other for the next ten minutes or so, somehow it wasn't awkward, though, he was focused on the road and I was focused on taking in my surroundings, and the features of his face. I hated to say he was charming, attractive, even, but he was and I couldn't deny that.

"What does he want with me, anyway?"

"Oh, you know, just to talk," he paused, grinning and turning to look at me. "After that I'm free to do with you as I please, so do yourself a favour, and don't piss me off."

I nodded at him.

"Am I allowed to ask about my fate? I mean, what are the chances you're going to draw another one of those tally marks on you arm by this evening."

"Oh, theres a very high chance," a smile played on his lips at the thought, "I'm not sure it I'll kill you yet, though." The car stopped and he unbuckled both our seatbelts, looking up at me with a smirk. "But we'll just have to see, hm?"

He leaned over and pressed a quick but tantalising kiss to my lips before getting out."

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A/N: I wrote this in class lmao-

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It's Just One of Those Days

Plot: Arthur had a terrible day at work and takes his frustrations out on you.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, dirty talking, rough sex, some angst, 18+, and a pissed off Arthur.

Note: I wanted to write a short fic inspired by this gif.

It was just one of those days. Piles of garbage decorated Gotham, the rain was non stop and to make matters worse, Arthur just had a shit day at work and was sent home early due to an incident during a gig. He was now sitting in the kitchen, waiting for you to come home from work. While waiting, he lit up a cigarette and decided to jot down his thoughts in his journal, reflecting on the events that took place today.

It was one thing after another. For starters, the bus never came, making Arthur late for work. He had to walk in the rain. Hoyt gave him shit for being late, also threatened to fire Arthur if he ever was late again. To top it all off, Arthur had a laugh attack during a gig and a customer complained about it, despite the fact that Arthur shown his condition card to the customer. Therefore, the reason why Hoyt sent Arthur home early. The more he thought about it, the more furious he became. He also thought about you and hoped you were having a good day at least. Arthur wished you were here, to comfort him, to hold him, and to take his frustrations away. Arthur remembered what you had on today. Since you worked as a bank teller, you had to look your very best. This morning, you were wearing a white button up blouse and the burgundy cardigan Arthur got you for your birthday. He loved that cardigan on you, as well as the tight black pencil skirt that showed off your figure graciously, along with the 5 inch black pumps that made you look drop dead gorgeous. Your makeup was impeccable as usual, but something about blood red lipstick on you drove Arthur INSANE. He felt his cock throb as he envisioned pounding into you mercilessly, while wearing that same outfit and wearing those pumps. It had been awhile since you two had been intimate, due to your busy lives. He was tempted to ask you for a "quickie" this morning, but didn't want to make you late for work or ruin your makeup. That's what he needed after a shit day, a good fucking. Little did you know, you were going to help Arthur take his frustrations out.

A few hours later...

You opened the door to the apartment, taking off your coat and shaking off the soaking wet umbrella. It was a terrible day for you as well. You failed to meet credit sales and had a customer harass you, while your boss didn't do anything about in respect.

*Sighs* "Well, at least Artie will be coming home in two hours. Might as well get dinner started." You thought. You walked towards the kitchen and out of the blue, you were pinned against the wall, and a pair of lips crashed into yours. It was no other than your boyfriend Arthur and boy, did he looked PISSED!

"Arthur, why are you home so early? Wasn't your shift supposed to end in two hours???" You were taken back to see Arthur come home before you. Something must of happened, you assumed. He was still kissing you ferociously, not giving you chance to breathe. Your lipstick was a bit smudged and you were left panting. For Arthur, it was such a beautiful sight to see. He was then kissing your neck, while unbuttoning your blouse, revealing your white lace bra.

"I had a bad day. I don't wanna talk about it now. I need you Y/N *kiss* I-I need you, kitten.... *kiss* I need to fuck you... Please let me fuck you..." He begged as he nibbled your ear.

Seeing Arthur's aggressive behavior turned you the hell on as you felt your panties dampen. His lips were on yours once again, hungrily biting them as he led you to the kitchen and lifted you onto the sink. The thought of doing it on the kitchen sink excited you.

This intense makeout session went on, as Arthur tore off your lace bra, making your breast spill out. His eyes darkened with lust as he began to suck your nipple, while fondling the other. You were sure your neck and breasts were covered in love bites, but you didn't care. You belonged to Arthur and he belonged to you.

He then hiked your skirt up. Your poor panties endured the same fate as your bra, they were torn off in an instant, with Arthur's face now buried into between your moist heat. You felt his tongue madly licking your clit, sucking it savagely, making loud slurping sounds. You held onto the sink for dear life.

"Ohhhh fuck Arthur! Uhhh...F-Fuck! Mmmm.....Don't stop! Ughhh God!"

Arthur slipped two fingers inside of you, while still lapping at your swollen clit. Your juices were running down his wrist. Arthur smirked as he saw you writhing under his touch, enjoying every minute of it and screaming his name again, again, and again for all the neighbors to know who was the one pleasing you.

"Your pussy is dripping wet for me, kitten. See? It's dripping all over my hand. Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for me?"

He taunted as his fingers did the "come here" gesture. You were trying to respond, but this man was trying to kill you, and you fucking loved it! You felt your pussy clenched around his fingers and climaxed all over his hand and face. He drank all your juices and licked his lips greedily.

Arthur then flipped you over, with your back facing him. You heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. The head of his cock was angry red, with precum seeping from his tip. The veins were popping out and he began to stroke his cock, then lining it against your awaiting pussy. With one thrust, Arthur entered you from behind, while gripping your hips. You threw your head back in sheer pleasure as Arthur fucked you in an unmerciful quick pace, not giving you a chance to brace yourself. Your breasts jiggled as the sound of skin slapping filled the whole kitchen, along with the sound of both of your moans. Arthur had his eyes closed and his whole face was contorted in ecstasy, feeling your tight wet walls engulf his throbbing cock.

"F-Fuck, you're so tight, so wet, only for me. You're such a fucking tease for wearing that tight skirt infront of me. I was thinking about this all morning. You're MINE! My girl and I'm the only one who can fuck you like this.... Say it!"

Arthur slapped one of your ass cheeks and his thrusts became harsher, causing the soap and other contents on the sink to fall off. He had so much sexual frustration pent up and by the norns he was giving it to you GOOD. So good, you couldn't find the words or the will to answer him. Unsatisfied by no response, he slapped your backside again and then felt his fingers torture your sore clit, overstimulating you. You felt like you could gush at any given moment.

"You A-Artie.... You're the only one who can fuck me like this..... I belong to you. Uhhh.....Let me cum...Fuck please Artie! I want you to cum in me!" You begged for release. Arthur's thrusts became choppy and you felt his hips buck. You then felt your walls clench around his cock, while he was still massaging your clit to get you off.

"Cum for me kitten..."

Those were the magic words and within a second, you reached your orgasm, squirting all over Arthur's fingers and his cock. Arthur was a moaning hot mess and then reached his peak, spilling his cum into your sore hot pussy. Oh how he LOVED to see his cum drip out your sore pussy, seeing it run down your legs. Both of you were left gasping for air, after Arthur fucking your brains out. You felt your legs give out, but Arthur swooped you into his arms in time and carried you to the bedroom. "Let me take care of you, my love." He cooed, removing the remainder of your clothing. He returned to his caring self and then drew a much needed bath for the both of you, using your favorite lavender bath salts, filling the steamy bathroom with the relaxing aroma. He helped you first into the tub and then got in behind you. Arthur cringed when he saw the dark love bites on your neck and chest, as well as the red hand marks on your backside. He felt guilty for striking you. Your back was against his chest, as the hot water soothed your sore body. Arthur gently shampooed your hair, massaging your scalp and then washed the rest of your body, while whispering sweet words into your ear, kissing you all over. You did the same in return, placing kisses all over Arthur's face. The both of you sat in silence, enjoying each other's company and the rest of the bath, while the water was still warm.

Arthur's arms were wrapped around you, as you laid your head against his chest, stroking the fine hairs on it and listened to his heart beating. You were still curious of why or who angered Arthur like that earlier?

"What happened at work today, Arthur?" You turned your head to face him. He clenched his jaw and told you exactly what happened, making your heart break for him. You wanted to WRING that bastard Hoyt's and that ignorant customer's neck for treating Arthur like that. You also told him about your bad day at work, but didn't dare to tell him about the customer harassing you. You knew for a fact Arthur would show up at your work the next day and chew your boss out for not defending you. So you kept quiet about that.

Arthur let out a chuckle. "Well, I guess we both needed to take our frustrations out. I didn't hurt you, did I?" He was referring to the marks on your ass. You rolled your eyes at him.

"No, you silly man! I like it when you're a bit rough with me. You should be pissed off more often. I still can't believe we did it on the kitchen sink. You just couldn't wait, huh?"

"Kitten, there's still many places where I want to fuck you. Like on the couch, on the table, against the wall, on the counter, on the floor, and maybe even in this tub?" He raised his eyebrows at you, hinting for a second round.

*Scoffs* "I don't think so, Mr. Fleck. Thanks to you, I can't feel my legs and I'm sure as hell, I won't be able to walk the next day."

You both let out a laugh and got out off the tub, drying each other off. Your legs were still sore, so Arthur carried you to the bed and laid you down to rest. Your eyes felt heavy as you let out a yawn, feeling exhausted.

"Wait, what about dinner???" You knew you were forgetting something. Arthur shook his head "I'll order us some takeout, don't worry. I'll wake you up when the food's here. Get some rest. Do you want cheesecake, kitten?" Arthur then heard your soft snores. You had fallen asleep. He wore you out. "I'll take that as a yes. I love you, Y/N. " He placed a kiss on your forehead and went on to order the food. That night, Arthur and you ate in bed while watching "The Murray Franklin Show", forgetting all about the terrible day you two shared. At the end, you had each other and that's all what mattered the most.

The End!

(I had to include a fluffy ending)

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Smutty Request! Tom have been traveling a lot, and his girlfriend is almost climbing the walls with need for him. So when he finally arrives at the airport in London, she sext him that if he dont come home in an hour, he will miss the "party". He gets stuck in traffic, and when the times up, she makes an sex call WHILE hes on the taxi! Then he gets home just to watch her "finishing", and punish her for not behaving...

Traffic

Pairing:  Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count:2325

Warnings:  SMUT! pure smut, dom!Tom, thigh riding, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation, face fucking, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it up people!), denied orgasm

Taglist:@winterisakiller  @drakesfiance @nonsensicalobsessions @hiddlesbitch1 ​ @sterwild @fire-in-her-veinz @sunshinein17 @purplerain85

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“It’s just a few more hours…” you found your singing under your breath as you began preparations for Tom’s homecoming.

Six months. It had been six months since Tom was home. Shooting for his latest project bounced from Canada to Hawaii to somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. With his bizarre travel schedule and your job obligations, trips home and travel were not workable. This arrangement made things uncomfortable. Your needs were not being attended to in the manner or frequency you prefer. Neither were Tom’s.

Yes, the two of you Face-timed and sexted but nothing replaced the weight of Tom’s body against yours and nothing, not even the fanciest sex toy could bring you to completion like his cock filling you with every inch. So you waited and grew more and more insatiable until the day arrived.

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Special Surprise

Words: 1793

Plot: You want to go to your friend Emma Hiddleston because you made an appointment, you have a key to her house. But meet her brother, who is only in a towel. Quickly you realize what she wants to achieve and decide to give her something of her own medicine.

Warnings: Shamless Smut

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

„Emma! Where are you? „, Y / N says, as she went to her friend’s apartment with the key after she had rung a dozen times. She went through the kitchen and the living room, but nowhere was a trace of her. Y / N took her cell phone out of her handbag and checked the time. They wanted to meet here fifteen minutes ago. She quickly wrote Emma a message about what’s going on. A sound from above caught her attention. Maybe she did not hear Y / N. She puts her hand in her purse and puts it in front of the dresser in the hall before she runs up the stairs. She noticed that the sound from her left side came from one of the rooms. Y / N knocked on the door, but got no reaction, so she simply opened it. She could not have prepared anything for what she saw. In front of her stood a man in a towel with a muscular back and sang a song by Bon Iver. What on earth is going on here? Did Emma have an affair? Y / N would not mind her, a man with this back, just imagine how he looks from… Check it Y / N, she is married! Maybe he’s a burglar, she reminds herself. A hot burglar in the towel says a small voice in her. So far, he has not noticed her, his red-blond hair was still wet, he must have just come out of the shower. Y / N grabbed the strange statue on the chest of drawers, Emma had gotten it from a friend at some point, Y / N believes, she told her story and went quietly to the stranger. She picked up the statue and was about to take it out as he turned around in a flash. The stranger pulled the headphones out of his ears and looked at her in shock.

„Who are you?“

„That’s what I should ask,“ she says indignantly, the man had the nerve to ask her who she is, „You’re the one who broke in, after all“

„I broke in? In my sister’s house? I’m fucking out of the shower!“

„That … your sister’s house?“ She asks confused.

„Yes, Emma Hiddleston is my sister. I am her brother, Tom Hiddleston. And who are you?“

„Y / N Y / L / N, a friend of Emma. I had an appointment with her“, for the first time she took her time to look. He had blue eyes and was really attractive, now she also saw the resemblance to Emma.

„Oh, I suppose she did not tell you that I’m visiting“

„No, I’m sorry“

„You do not have to apologize. Emma left an hour ago because she meets Jack“

„Then she must have forget it“

„No, I do not think so. Just before she left, she said that I should have fun and later guess a surprise. I think she meant you“, he exhales audibly.

„Not again“, says Y / N in disbelief and put the statue back to the place.

„What do not you mean again?“

„She gets me hooked up all the time and plans blind dates for me. And now she’s trying to pair me with her brother, Tom, so you“, he laughs.

„So I’m not the only victim of my dear sister?“, It was quiet for a few uncomfortable minutes and Y / N could feel the look on her, „What do you think if we give my sister her own medicine?”

„What do you mean by that?“

„She wants us to come together, so why not give her the surprise of her life when she comes home?“

„She will hardly believe us that we have come together in such a short time“

„No, maybe not, but there are other things we can do to shock her“

„Oh, and that would be Mr. Hiddleston“, She raised her eyebrows questioningly.

„Some bed gymnastics”, he explains casually, as if he’s talking about the weather.

„Who makes you think I’m someone so simple?“

„Nobody, besides, I do that” he points between both, „Never. But if I can get my sister to leave me alone and that means having sex with a beautiful woman, I like to risk and the prospect of having dinner. So what do you think about that?”

„So how should we do that?“

„So …“, he had meanwhile come closer. Tom pulled her close on her waist and kissed her, passion. He pushes her backwards and closes the door with one hand, before he presses Y / N against it.

„Wow,“ she says breathlessly.

„Are you convinced?“ He asks.

„Mm“, she nods as his lips catch hers again in a breathtaking kiss. Tom pulled her dress up to her pelvis and lifted her to her bare thigh. He looks down and looks at her Y / F / C panties.

„Did you expect such a thing or did you have anything else to do?“

„That will probably be my secret, Tom”, he pushes closer to her and presses his still-clad erection to her panty-covered pussy, Y / N moaned.

„Naughty, I understand“, Tom kissed her neck to her collarbone. He pulled her panties to the side and stroke across her wet slit.

„I realize you liked the view“

„Oh! … God”, she screamed as Tom puts two fingers in her hole and pumps, rubbing her clit with his thumb. He bit the area between her neck and clavicle and licked it gently. Meanwhile, he accelerated the pace with his fingers. Tom pulled her dress down her breast and rolled her nipple between his index and middle fingers. He felt her grip on his fingers and knew she was nearing to cum.

„Cum for me, Y / N“ he whispers huskily in her ear and she cum instantly. His hand was covered in her , Tom brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them off.

„Mmm … delicious. I’ll have to try more later, but now …”, he tore her panties off her body and threw it behind her. Tom untied his towel and dropped it to the floor. He took his cock in his hand and pumped a few times before positioning himself at her hole and squeezing into Y / N, which was still coming down from her orgasm and breathing heavily. He quickly pushed himself into her tight hole.

„God, you’re so tight around my cock, Y/N,“ moans Tom, letting her adjust to his size.

„T-Tom …“, she moans and presses her hips against his and showed him that he could move. Tom pulled his cock out to the top and slowly pushed himself back inside. Y / N brushed her nails over his back.

„Harder … Tom,“ he accelerated his pace, „Mhm … OH … God“

Tom took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, he pressed the other breast. Tom let go of her chest and moved his hand to the south to her clit and let her come to the climax for the second time a day. His balls tightened and he came in, shooting his hot cum into her. He was still buried deep inside her as both came down from their climax. Through her still throbbing walls, around his cock, he hardens again into her.

„Do you think you can take another lap, Y / N?“

„So your sister is still not home, she says, still breathless and smiling slightly. Tom put his hand on her back as he take her to his bed. He pulled her dress over her head with one hand and dropped it to the floor. His cock is still in her as he put them both carefully on the bed. Tom pulled his cock out of her pussy again to the top. He pushed his cock in and out of her at a fast, hard pace. Tom grabs her hips and Y / N was sure it would be seen later. Tom buried his head in her crook as he fucked her at a fast pace with his cock for.

„Tom … Oh my god … Do not stop,“ she scraped her nails over his back so that there were red lines on his back. It was getting harder and harder for Tom to pull his cock out of her ever-narrowing hole. He knew that she was about to come. Tom’s right hand turned to her clit and rubbed it quickly. With his other hand, he took her two wrists and held them over her head as he sat up slightly and pumped his cock at a different angle in her cunt.

„Y / N … You’re so tight and warm around my cock, I can feel your walls throb around me,“ says Tom, pumping his cock a few more times into her pussy hole before they both came to climax and the walls her tight hole covered with his hot cum. Tom pulled out of her and her mixed juices flowed out of her cunt. He lay down beside her as they both still came down and pulled her into his arms.

Suddenly, he realized that he had not used a condom and turns to her, she seemed to notice his panic and says, „I take the pill“

„That’s good,“ he says, when he thought of another question, „did you want to knock me out with the statue earlier?“

„Mm, I wanted that, I’m sorry“, both laughed. Y / N rested her head on his chest as both fell into a dreamless sleep.

Later that day, Y / N woke by the hand of Tom, who painted invisible patterns on her skin.

„Did you sleep well?“, He asks affectionately, looking down at her.

„Yes, since when are you awake?“ She stroked his chest.

„About fifteen minutes“, he leans down to her and starts to kiss her.

„Ready for more, Mr. Hiddleston?“ She says with a smile, reflecting her smile as he moves over her.

„With such a nice one, always, Ms. Y/L/N”, he kisses her further, when his door was opened with a jerk.

„Hey Tom, I wanted to order something to eat and wanted to ask if you-“, Y / N’s and Tom’s head turned to the door where Emma stood. He quickly pulled the paints over both of them and shielded their naked bodies.

„What’s going on here?“, Asks Emma startled.

„So, what should I say?“ Says Tom smiling, Y / N bit her lower lip gently, „Want to eat something, Y / N?“, She shakes her head, „No, we’re not hungry right now, maybe later“

Emma quickly escapes from the room and quickly closes the door. Y / N was embarrassed to have been caught by Emma.

„I totally forgot Emma“, she whispers softly.

„Then I’ve probably done everything right“, he put his cock at her entrance and pushed in a quick burst in her cunt, which was still wet from her previous activities.

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Lilith (Tom Hiddleston x OFC 18+)

Well. This is a thing. It is a hair over 7k words of a thing. A very not safe for work thing. Happy Valentine’s Day. For those who don’t have dates, had shitty dates, need to warm up for their date or finish off the night right- I give you shameless smut. You can thank @dangertoozmanykids101 for this existing because you never know what is going to set me off on a tangent. This time it was her and pictures of little red headed demons. 

Warnings/rating: 18+ Smut, Dub con, slight public masturbation, Oral sex (both male and female), vaginal fingering, choking, rough sex, sex demon,

Summary: Thanks to a director with a misguided love for authenticity Tom experiences some unique side effects and a special visitor waiting for him at home. 

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FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT KNOW

THIS IS A TRUMPET

THIS IS A TROMBONE

THIS IS A TUBA

AND THIS IS A FRENCH HORN

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Threat pt.2

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Part 1

“Of course, but you can cry? I won’t tell anyone or show anyone and I won’t judge you for it, it’s okay to cry.” You try to comfort him.

Y/N why are you being so sympathetic?? He’s a monster- he’s killed people- murdered them. That was him.

He takes a step closer to you and leans down a little, taking your hands in his and gently placing them on each side of his head. You smile gently at him to reassure him. Fuck, stop it Y/N. “Are you ready?” He whispers. You nod and he closes his eyes- suddenly everything flashes before you. Him falling off the bifrost, his childhood, thanos. He gasps and breaks away, you almost fall over with the horrors you have seen and he catches you, putting his alarm around your waist. You stand up properly and apologise to him. “L-loki I’m so sorry-“ you whisper. He looks away and you place a finger under his chin and turn his head towards you. “I’m sorry. I need to go- do you want me to come back?” You try to smile. He nods “I do.”

You smile back and go to leave but he stops you. “Thank you.” He says, tears in his eyes again. You walk back over to him and hug him. “Don’t thank me,” you whisper, enjoying the feeling of your head on his chest for a few moments before breaking away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say, walking out the room and locking it behind you. You feel bad locking him in there after what you have seen and you fight yourself. He’s killed people. But the horrors, the manipulation. He still killed people. You sigh as you walk out the second door, feeling Loki’s eyes on you the whole time, you turn around and smile at him, and he weakly smiles back. You wait a moment for him to wipe away his tears before walking out and locking the second door. The cameras flicking back on.

“Y/N,” Nick greets you and takes your notebook.

“Oh, sir I didn’t write anything- it was best to just speak to him.”

“Right,” he mumbles, mildly annoyed as he places it on the table. “So? So far- is he still a threat.”

“Well- I don’t know how to say. But- I don’t know it’s really HIM that’s the threat- more of what could be done to him or how reacts- I-“

“You’re telling me that Loki- who killed 80 people in 2 days- murdered- isn’t a threat?”

You realise how stupid it sounds.

“I don’t know enough yet, maybe, but I will need a lot more time to speak to him.” You exaggerated how much longer you needed with him- but it wasn’t purposefully.

“Alright- what did he say?”

“Well- I promised I wouldn’t say anything. I’m sorry sir, but all agreed to do was confirm whether or not he is a threat- I will not betray him.” Your words come out quiet, afraid of what he might say.

He waves his hand and dismisses you, sighing. You walk away. You never agreed to tell him everything- therefore you are doing nothing wrong.

When you arrive back at your room, you get changed into your pyjamas, but you can’t fall asleep. You lay there for hours, when you glance over at the clock you see it’s 1am, you give up and decide to get up, changing into some casual and warmer clothes and taking a stroll around stark tower. You walk passed Loki’s room. You sigh and search your pockets, the keys are still in there. You push the blue one into the door and turn it, opening the door.

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Room 214: Tom Hiddleston x Actress!Female Reader (SMUT NSFW)***TEASER

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Summary: Female reader is an aspiring actress. One evening after a play that he attended she approaches him to ask if he can help her with some of her lines and technique– he kindly obliges… Tom has no idea what he is agreeing to, and they are both in for a real treat.  

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“May I take a peek at your lines?” He asked me holding out his fingers.

“Yes, yes, of course, sorry sorry” I said quickly,  my hand dashing into my bag as my fingers closed around the folded, thick script.

His smile never faded, and he constantly appeared to be on the verge of laughter. Sensing my embarrassment he kept it to himself, but his eyes continued to smile, even as he read.

His glasses would fall intermittently as he read, and his long, middle finger would dart up to slide them up his pointed nose, and every now and then an “Mmm” would escape his lips as he nodded slowly.

“This is a great part, really, you’re lucky to have it”, he said as he handed me back the script.

“What seems to be the problem you are having?” he crossed his arms, his brows furrowing as he waited for my response.

“Well” I gulped, nervously, looking down at the paper, “I am just really having trouble connecting on a romantic level with the character mine is in a relationship with”.

Tom nodded, empathy etched on his face, he seemed surprised and his eyebrows shot up.

“I know I shouldn’t have trouble, but this is actually my first time acting romantically with someone, and I am finding it to be rather difficult”.

“That is completely understandable,” he pushed his glasses up his nose as he looked down searching his thoughts, “have you kissed them yet?” he continued, quickly, not taking a pause, “sometimes that helps open you up a little bit”.

“Not yet.” I smiled sheepishly.

“May I?” he asked, not waiting for my answer.

I had barely the chance to nod when Tom grabbed my face, passionately planting a kiss on my lips. He inhaled me, taking in my essence.

Tom’s long fingers perfectly cupped the back of my neck as he drew me in. His sculpted nose was pressed into my cheek, and my breasts were against his chest.

The script slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a sharp clack, but Tom didn’t pull away, instead he deepened the kiss and my head began to swim, high from his close proximity.

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Threat

Loki x reader

Warnings: swearing, maybe smut in the far future- fluff in upcoming parts?? If you only have tumblr then I’ll upload part 2 in a few hours and maybe part 3 a few hours later but if you have wattpad they’re already up! Everything will be posted on wattpad before Instagram or tumblr for any story so maybe it’s best to look on that?? But again- if tumblr is all you got here ya go.

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(opening)

“Y/N,” Nick Fury calls and beckons you to come into his office. You walk in, smiling and taking a seat. “I need to to talk to Loki, see whether he is still a threat. Befriend him, get him to trust you. We can’t let him loose until we know he won’t harm people.” You nod, sitting back in your chair to think for a moment before leaning back towards the desk and placing your hands on the table. “Loki won’t speak if he knows you’re listening, so if I am to take this job, I will require you turn the cameras off.” You watch as he thinks so you add to what you said “it’s the only way I’ll take it- otherwise it’s pointless.”

“Very well,” he hands you a set of keys. “I would appreciate if you go tomorrow, I’ll turn the cameras off so I don’t even know when you’ve been there.” You smile and thank him. “Is that all sir?”

“That’s all, thank you for your time.” You nod and stand up, leaving his office and gently closing the door behind you. Suddenly your mind starts racing. You’re going to be alone in a room with no protection with the- god- that killed so many people? Not to mention how attractive he was- no, of course he wasn’t attractive. He was a monster? Right? That’s what everyone tells me- it’s what everyone thinks so that’s all he is. You sigh and shake your head, ignoring the thoughts, placing the keys in your pocket and heading back to your room.

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You open the first door, taking out the blue key and scrambling to find the green one. Then you notice Loki watching you, slightly embarrassed- you blush and walk over to the glass cage, slotting in the blue key and turning it, a small glass door opening up and closing once you’re inside as you swiftly pull out the key.

“Sit,” You smile, pointing to one of the chairs. He nods and sits down, his gaze never leaving you.

“My name is Y/N, I’ll be your counsellor, guide- whatever you want to call me.” You smile, taking your own sit about a foot away from Loki.

“You mean you’re here to spy on me?” He leans forward.

“No,” you chuckle. “There are cameras in here for that,” You point to the cameras “but every time I am in here with you- to talk-the cameras are turned off, anything you say in here stays between us.”

“So, what do you want to know?” He smiles, suddenly he’s lost that mischievous and coldness in his voice- as he feels like he can trust me. Which makes you feel so much worse about the real reason youre in there.

“Everything.” You smile back.

“Starting with?” He grins.

“How you are,” you place your notebook beside you- deciding not to write in it. Loki smiles at this. “Thank you, I’m - well I’m locked in a cage and I think I’m going insane-“ he laughs but this puzzles you.

“Going insane? How?” You keep a gentle and happy look on your face as to not put him on edge or scare him.

“I mean I would never have dreamt about doing this-“ he stutters. He seems to be remember something and I can see a tear in his eye but he doesn’t let it run down his cheek. You get up and put your warms around him. At first he doesn’t move but after a few moments he stands up and hugs you back, allowing a few tears to escape his eyes.

“So how did it all start?” You say mumbling into his chest, moving away- kind of sad considering how nice he was to hug- even if he was a little cold.

“I- well- can I show you?” He said, breathing heavily and trying to hold back any more tears.

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Mr. Hiddleston

Professor Tom AU (Smut, of course…)

Hello! This was requested a long time ago by @free-young-and-in-love… It took me days to write, but I had so much fun! Professor Tom is my ultimate kink, tbh.

Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Professor x Student (100% legal, don’t worry), lots of teasing, dirty talk and mentions of sex. Oh, quick mentions of blood, but like… quick. And alcohol.

Like 5k words (Hell, yeah it’s a journey)

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Fanfic Gone... Good? PT. 1

Characters: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warnings: (College) Teacher x student, smut.

A/N: Ok so I thought of posting this yesterday since we had a birthday boy ❤ But I was out all day so I couldn’t proof-read. I had to split this fanfic in two parts because I wrote over 5k words, Jesus Christ I WAS EXCITED. Therefore, the first chapter has no smut and is just explaining our situation /evil Loki creepy smirk/ Without further ado, action!

Words: 2.8k

English literature. A course you always loved but surprisingly, things got even better than you thought.

Your original teacher moved away and the college was obliged to find a new teacher since the others were already full of courses. You surely weren’t expecting that the old nice lady who made you love literature more than you already did, was going to be replaced with the most handsome male you have ever seen before your eyes.

Mr. Tom Hiddleston. Now, you don’t want to sound desperate but, the truth has to be spoken. The fact that he is an English literature teacher makes him two times hotter than he already is.

The first time you saw him entering the classroom you couldn’t help but stare, as the other students too, at his tall lean figure graciously walking to the desk. His white shirts, God bless his outfits choices, was perfectly wrapping his burly chest, that you could almost see his delicious abs through the thin material. His long legs were taking slow but long steps, swaying his hips in the most tenacious, yet manly, intimidating style. His pants were molded on his round ass in a way that your fists clenched at the thought of running your fingers on his back muscles, down to his spine and finally grabbing those delectable asscheeks. His eyebrows were furrowed, cheekbones popping out, his strong jawline covered with a trace of a copper beard, and as soon as his shiny blue eyes moved to scan the whole room, his lips broke into a charming smile before introducing himself. If his tantalizing face wasn’t enough, his voice was so deep and husky, you swore your lower part trembled in arousal. Studying your professor, instead of studying his actual notes, you observed he has a habit of running his long fingers through his brown curls or licking his lips when he concentrates on an answer. And during the class, he is usually rolling up his sleeves until his elbow, showing up his veiny and muscular arms.

That’s what got you here now, typing silently on your laptop while darting your eyes on the enticing teacher. You have this secret Tumblr blog you’re running, writing smutty content in order to relieve yourself from the sexual frustration you’ve built up all these years while not finding the right time to enter in a relationship. You had a considerable amount of followers who are always excited at every new story you post. You would have never done this at school, but Mr. Hiddleston right here doesn’t help your current state too much and you couldn’t handle yourself. Thoughts flow continuously as he’s teaching his course, your fresh new teacher x student piece of work is extremely appreciated. You are almost in the last seats, the row behind you is empty. The perfect place for nobody to pay attention to what you are doing besides your best friend seated next to you, rolling her pen while concentrating on the remarks your teacher is making. The third chapter is getting a good start until a little bump in your sides startles you and when you look up at your teacher you find him staring directly at you.

“Miss Y/N, have you been listening to what I was saying?”

Panic envelops your whole mind. Shit, we’re talking about Othello, aren’t we? You steal a glance at your best friend’s laptop and read her last phrase. Your answer is more of a question and he narrows his eyes.

“Are you asking me or are you answering me?”

“Answering,” you try to sound more confident but you’re pretty sure he saw your eyes flashing on your friend’s note.

“Indeed we were,” his lips tighten as he glances at the clock. “Please send me your essay on our last analyzed work now and then you’re free,” he tells to the class after throwing another short judging look to your presence.

You admit that you are extremely embarrassed right now, so you quickly close both of your fanfiction and essay and attach the document on your desktop to the email before sending it to Mr. Hiddleston. You get up quickly and mutter a “good-bye” while your friend storms out after you.

“I have told you that you need to get a grip of yourself!” she states while she’s struggling with her bag.

“I know,” you sigh and take a seat on the closest free bench you find. “I love literature and I am usually paying attention, but… Do you see him? He’s like… sculpted by the Gods,” you roll your eyes and your friend chuckles.

“You and other 20 girls drooling over our literature teacher.”

“I am pretty sure you would have done the same if you hadn’t a boyfriend,” you peer at her as you’re starting your laptop again.

“Your new fanfiction is really good though,” she grins at you and you smirk back.

“That’s why I was a little bit absent. It… gets better if I write it while I have the inspiration in front of me,” you crack your hands before opening your fanfic folder and your breath hitches.

“What?”

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck, why isn’t it here?” you curse and go back to the desktop to open the document saved there.

“Oh my God,” your whole body freezes as the file named “Document” which was supposed to be the essay was actually your third part of your newest fanfiction. You were such in a hurry that you forgot to rename the fanfiction file and switch to the specific folder for fanfiction. The actual essay file was in your documents folder, where you saved it last night at 4 am. You were too tired to review it and you just lazily saved it as it was, without a name or a specific location. You were actually planning to read it again and make the final touches during class but you were caught on the fanfic and forgot to do it and then Mr. Hiddleston mustered you and… you’ve just ruined your life.

“Earth to Y/N, what happened?” your friend shakes you and your face contorts in regret.

“I have sent… I… the file… my fanfic….” you were stammering with your words.

“You sent Mr. Hiddleston the fanfic you wrote about him?!” she whispers and you nearly scream at her.

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Broken Beds

Summary: (Loki x reader) You and your husband kinda sorta accidentally broke your bed one crazy night. You leave it up to Loki to tell Tony the problem and get a new bed, but his version of what happened doesn’t quite match yours.

Warnings: buckets of fluff and a schiza-ton of implied smut eheh my favorite

A/N: Day 1 of the 12 days of Christmas! Oh this one was so fun. Fluffy Loki = happy me. Also this post is apparently not showing up in the tags or searches?? I’m so upset, I worked so so hard on this and it took me forever to get it done and I’m so proud of it :(

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“You tell Tony.”

“Oh, hell no. He’s never going to let us live this down.” You shook your head profusely, crossing your arms.

Loki sighed. “I can’t explain this, I have a reputation to uphold.”

The bed was ruined. The mattress had snapped in the middle, bending in a most unnatural way, and one of the feet holding the bed up had splintered, making the whole bed tilt to one side.

“That was such a bad idea,” you groaned, running a hand tiredly over your face.

Loki chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to turn you to face him. “I must admit though, it was such fun. I regret nothing.”

You couldn’t help but smile, then gave him your best, most irresistible pout. “Yeah, but now we have to explain this to Tony…”

With an exasperated sigh, Loki gave in. “Fine. I’ll tell him.”

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Important call

Hello! I’m back for more profanity!

PROMP: You’re home alone and horny while Tom is traveling. Can he help you miles away?

It’s like 1.2k words

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“This could be the night”. That’s what Y/ N told herself every night for two weeks. Her husband, Tom, was in America to promote his new movie and she was all alone in London. The first week was fine, but at some point she started to miss her husband’s company in bed… for more than just cuddling.

So for the last two weeks, every now and then, when she needed the most or was just really bored, she tried to masturbate. But it was useless. She couldn’t get off by herself, it did feel good, but after a while she would get frustrated and give up.

Her problem was very easy to understand, for someone who had a husband likes hers, nothing would ever be as good as his presence, so she tried using pictures of him, sex scenes of his movies, and even fanfics, yes she was that desperate. But nothing worked.

And when she thought about giving up and waiting for him to come back instead, she would get angry because it would take too long.

Until one night, while she was preparing herself psychologically for another failure, her phone rang. She smiled when she saw Tom’s face on the screen, he had been so busy and time zones made it hard for them to talk to each other.

“Hi!” She answered excitedly.

“Hello, my love.” Tom replied sounding a bit tired, but still happy to talk to her. “Hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“No! I was just…” She didn’t want to tell him what she had been up to lately, knowing him, she thought he would feel guilty. “Just got in bed, was going to watch a bit of tv.”

“That’s wonderful. I miss laying down with you in bed and watching tv, my routine has been crazy here.”

“I miss you in this bed too.” She said sliding her hand inside her underwear with a bored look in her face, but changed the subject before he noticed she was frustrated. “Tell me what happened since we last talked.”

He started telling her about crazy fans, amazing cosplays, funny things that happened to the cast and they laughed together. She would laugh more because she could actually hear his smile and imagine the glow in his eyes when he talked about his fans with passion than because the things were actually funny.

When he was done, he asked her about what she has been doing.

“Well… I’ve been missing you, mostly.” Of course her frustration was far more than just sexual, she missed everything about him: talking to him, cooking with him, watching trash movies in their pyjamas…

“I’m sorry, darling.” He said a bit sad. “I’ve been missing you a lot too, everywhere I go I imagine how you would love it if you were with me. But I promise I’ll be there in ten days.”

“Ten days?!” She jumped. “I thought you said a week…”

“I did, I’m terribly sorry. But we had to add a few days… It’s okay if you get mad at me, I just…”

“No… Tom,” She cut him, hating to hear him sad. “I completely understand. It’s your job and I love to see how hard you work.”

“I knew you would understand, Y/N. You are the best, really. I swear I’ll make up for it.” You could hear his smile again.

That smile. An image of him on top of you, smiling as you called his name flashed through your mind. You remembered every detail of his naked body and, soon enough, your fingers gently found your clit.

“Y/N?” He called, but this time not only in your flashback, but on the phone.

“Yes?” You replied, but the damage was done, you were already turned on and rubbing yourself on the most sensitive spots.

“I thought you had fallen asleep.” He said a bit worried. “I can call you another time, I know it’s late and…”

“NO!” You tried not to sound desperate. “Keep talking… please.”

“Talking? About what?” He laughed.

“I don’t care.” You slipped a finger inside you.

“Y/N, are you okay? You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” He seemed so worried, but you didn’t want to tell him what you were doing… You just needed his voice to keep you going.

“Lonely. That’s all. Read me a poem?” The idea came to your head and it was great, cause he sounded sexy reading poetry and he would enjoy doing that.

“If you want me to, love.” He didn’t seem to believe 100%, but he would do anything you asked. “I’m going to read your favourite.”

“Thank you.”

You smiled as he started reading “I love thee” by Thomas Hood. It wasn’t your favorite until he first read it to you, it was one of the most beautiful things you ever heard.

But right now it was more than beautiful. It was driving you absolutely crazy. His voice. His accent. The passion he put into the words. Your finger deep inside yourself, and you’re so wet, so you add another.

“I love thee—I love thee! 

‘Tis all that I can say;— 

It is my vision in the night, 

My dreaming in the day”

You couldn’t help but moan when your fingers massaged your g-spot.

“Y/N?” Tom seemed really worried now.

“… I’m just… Continue, please.”

You heard a dark laugh. He was probably smirking. The thought of it was so hot, you started moving your fingers faster and bit your lip to stop more sounds from escaping.

“Is ever on my tongue; 

In all my proudest poesy 

That chorus still is sung; 

It is the verdict of my eyes, 

Amidst the gay and young: 

I love thee—I love thee!”

He continued reading, very enthusiastically, when he said tongue all you could picture was his own on your clit so you rubbed yourself quickly. His words were flowing through your ears and images of him betweeen your legs through your mind, but you couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure building in you.

That was it… It was going to happen. You couldn’t call his name but you wished he knew he was making you feel good even with an ocean separating you two.

“Thy bright hazel glance, 

The mellow lute upon those lips, 

Whose tender tones entrance; 

But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs 

That still these words enhance, 

I love thee—I love thee! 

Whatever be thy chance.”

He finished the poem almost at the same time you felt your orgasm wash over you. You covered your mouth with your hand and moaned because you really had to.

“Feel good, love?” Tom chuckled.

“So good.” You say feeling your body finally relax after days. “I love it when you read to me.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know that, you dirty girl.” He says in a deep voice.

You didn’t say anything, just blushed. A lot.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? I was surprised, I must say. Making you cum with just my voice?” He laughed.

“I can explain it.”

“It’s okay, darling. But it made me regret adding those days to the tour. I missed hearing you moan like that.” He cuts you.

“Your voice is amazing but I wish you were here.” You admit.

“You know love, you should have told me you were going to be so naughty.”

“Why? Would you come home sooner?” You ask starting to feel aroused again.

“Unfortunately, I can’t. But I would have made a video call.”