#sas assemble

[smolvenger]

Moots, SAS, and other friends, this is how we should call each other!

@muddyorbsblr @lokisgoodgirl @holdmytesseract

[november-rayne]

Look who I ran into at the airport today. Yes, he is coming home with me.

@lokischambermaid @acidcasualties @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtiggerv2 @anukulee @smolvenger @liminalpebble @muddyorbsblr

[viv-annelore]

[muddyorbsblr]

are you kidding me right now, Thomas?!

🚨🥭🚨

paging the SAS: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @kikster606 @alexakeyloveloki @holdmytesseract @vbecker10 @joyful-enchantress @maple-seed @infinitystoner @currish-rosewolfe @sarahscribbles @loopsisloops @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @michelleleewise @ladyofthestayingpower @itsybitchylittlewitchy @liminalpebble @acidcasualties @dangertoozmanykids101 @simplyholl +++

[smolvenger]

Guys, I need some cheering up- I am super anxious. The Queen herself Ally @muddyorbsblr already knows this but-

We all worked super hard to memorize and work on our Shakespeare show…and the venue is threatening to cancel all of it if we can’t get to 20 tickets sold🥲.

First? The hiked the price since they want to sell their wines since it’s a dinner theatre- and then was surprised when it sold less! Esp as the company as ANOTHER V Day show going on that everyone is flocking to apparently🙃

And even though we have sold some- the devil venue owner said “I’m not opening my place to only 8 people!” Even though we would be okay with it-

But this was the most challenging show with this company I did and all those monologues and my sonnet and my singing solo and all the scenes and speeches and the in between scenes we all worked so hard to memorize complete with the best director I have ever worked with so far (if not top five)…all thrown to waste over money🥲🥲🥲

So please- send what comfort you can, I am anxious and frustrated!🥲🙃

Tagging friends, especially performing arts friends- send animals and Tomathy being hot and hopeful and wholesome things if you can!

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holdmytesseract @liminalpebble @lokisgoodgirl @ladyofthestayingpower @muddyorbsblr

[november-rayne]

Loki Season 2 Episode 3 — Seven minutes thirty seconds in (7:30).

🥭

@gigglingtiggerv2 @smolvenger @muddyorbsblr @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @acidcasualties @wheredafandomat @mischief2sarawr

[viv-annelore]

[muddyorbsblr]

just because the Big Sick has taken me hostage once more doesn’t mean that i’m gonna be inactive while bedridden 🥴🫡

pls take these gifs as my humble offering while i’m still gathering the strength to heal so i can get back to my regular scheduled bullshit 🤠

tags: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @sarahscribbles @joyful-enchantress @coldnique @vbecker10 @michelleleewise @lunarnights95 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @littlespaceyelf @liminalpebble @dangertoozmanykids101 @holdmytesseract @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @maple-seed @loopsisloops @give-me-a-moose @gigglingtigger @kikster606 @alexakeyloveloki @smolvenger @ozymdias @wheredafandomat @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @mischief2sarawr @peachyjinx +++

[smolvenger]

Okay, so it’s been a wild ride with with show I am in. Like, got rejected from my dream solo and have to listen to three others sing it in costume with orchestra so…yeah, there were a few rehearsals where I had to excuse myself to a corner or out the room to cry. I guess it just opened old wounds since the solo came from one of my favorite musicals and it hurts to have younger, prettier, more talented and successful girls sing it in my mind.

Total rehearsals I have cried in: 4

Been 2 rehearsals since my rehearsal cry.

And thankfully, my cast members are sweet and supportive and hugged me, though I don’t discuss the explicit why reason if we are in the building,

And plus! They cut two of my prettiest costumes and replaced one for the Titanic number from something period accurate to a basic bitch black choir gown with the other women. So now I am stuck in costumes that make me feel ugly like a black mid length long sleeve gown with a hot pink top, a macaroni and cheese orange dress (I’m pale), and an orangey renaissance outfit with a half corset waist clincher that’s….silver.

And so, against my better judgement, I vented about the situation on Reddit and the comments said such empathetic, kind things like:

“Not to be rude, but 29 is no age to be acting this immature! You better drop so you don’t have a meltdown onstage.”

(Like…I haven’t had one onstage, I have said and done nothing against anyone or the soloists)

I deleted the post. Part of me is pissed and is all “I will prove you assholes wrong” and be the most mature, focused, professional person on there.

But even though I feel more at peace with letting my grief about the solo go, their words still hurt. So…send some hugs?

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holdmytesseract @liminalpebble @lokisgoodgirl @ladyofthestayingpower @muddyorbsblr (thanks for letting me scream in your dms, bestie)

[november-rayne]

The Audition

A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

Summary: Tom is up for the role of a lifetime. You use technology to help him perfect his villainous sneer. 🎥

Genre: Smut. Domestic fluff.

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Graphic depictions of sex. Degradation and other dirty talk. Soft Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Oral sex - male receiving.

Tom x female reader

Words: 2900

Based on this gifset by @lokihiddleston

The Audition

You sighed heavily as the warm sun from the open window crept across the pillow and warmed your cheek. The morning light was bright behind your eyelids. Lazily, you rolled over and flopped your arm across the other side of the bed, finding it cool and empty.

Your bottom lip pushed out in a little pout as you realized your lover was not there for your customary morning cuddle. The sound of the shower starting full force broke through the gentle lilting birdsong that tickled the periphery of your conscious mind.

He’s still nervous.

Still half asleep, you stretched languidly, enjoying the feel of your smooth legs on the fresh sheets and the dull ache that raised between your thighs. You grinned inwardly as your mind brought forth the images of Tom’s beautiful face below you as you rode him hard, impaling yourself on his generous endowment until he was delirious with pleasure.

Preparing for auditions had never bothered him before. Even big ones. He prepared dutifully and breathed life into his characters to the best of his ability. If he was hired, wonderful. If he wasn’t, he was confident in his acting skills; he knew there would be more auditions. As a couple, you weren’t struggling for money; both of your acting gigs generated enough cash to cover the rent on your North London flat and then some.

But to call his upcoming audition big would be a gross understatement.

Titanic.

Gargantuan.

Mammoth.

If he landed this role, it would be life-changing. Thrusting him into the spotlight on the world’s stage. The chance to become a household name like McConaughey, Hanks, or De Niro.  

You had never seen him so tied up with nerves. So, being the generous partner you were, you decided to fuck him senseless; wear him out for hours so that he could fall into a sated state of deep sleep. You allowed another self-satisfied grin to spread over your face as you recalled the sounds he made for you the night before; the moans, the curses, the grunts. The beautiful music of his ecstasy that you brought out of him filled you with glowing pride.

Dozing in and out of conscious thought, you heard the shower spray replaced by the sloshing of water and tapping of the razor against the sink as he performed his morning shave. You moaned at the thought of it. The almost erotic way he craned his neck to get under his chin and the way the clean skin of his jaw felt under your lips when he was freshly shaven.

You shivered despite the warmth of the sun on the bed. Goosebumps raised on your naked flesh, and you felt the stirrings of arousal.

Needy much? You laughed to yourself. Tom moved in with you three years ago, yet it only felt like yesterday. Your amorous need for him was still as present as it was in the beginning.

Fully awake now, you waited for him to exit the bathroom so you could hopefully lure him back to bed for a cuddle. When he didn’t come out after several minutes, impatience won out, and you pulled on one of Tom’s Cambridge T-shirts you found on the floor, then made your way to the door.

You tapped softly with your knuckle, “Tom? Are you finished? I have to pee.”

“Yeah, come in. Sorry.”

You opened the door and found him standing in front of the mirror, gripping his white towel around his waist, his hair still wet and dripping onto his broad shoulders. Droplets of water trapped in his chest hair glittered in the bright light of your vanity. The look in his eyes was pensive as he studied his face.

“You still thinking about the audition?” You kissed his damp cheek as you passed him to the toilet.

“Despite your best efforts to distract me, yes.” His lip curled up briefly as his eyes followed you. His T-shirt was only just long enough to cover a third of your bare ass.

“You’ve got this, babe. The execs at Marvel will love you.” You smirked as you sat and peed. The ache between your legs and the now prominent bruises on your thighs from Tom’s bony hips reminded you again of last night's vigorous sex rodeo.

“I dunno,” he returned his gaze to the mirror before him.

“You’ve read every comic in print. You know the character backward and forward.” You patted dry with the tissue and flushed. You bumped him to the side with your hip so you could reach the sink. You made eye contact with him in the mirror while washing your hands. “What exactly are you tripping over? Do you want to do the monologue for me again?”

“It’s not the lines… I could recite them in my sleep.”

“You have, Hiddleston.” You wet your toothbrush.

“Sorry.” He gave you that adorably sheepish smile. “I just want this so badly. If I don’t get it,” he shook his head, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the stage, and I would never give it up. I’m happy with the films I’ve done so far. But this… Hollywood?” he shook his head again.

“I know. It’s huge.” You widened your eyes at him for effect as you brushed your teeth.

He studied his face in the mirror, got serious, lowered his head, raised his eyes, and grimaced menacingly, “Foolish mortal,” he uttered in his gravelly baritone.

He looked at you expectantly, “How was that?”

“You have the voice down pat. It’s just…” you spat and rinsed your mouth.

“What?”

“Well,” you sighed and put your toothbrush back in the holder next to his.

“Well, what?”

“You’ve got haughty, aloof arrogance down. The regal posture and the attitude? Spot on.”

He waited for you to continue.

“The grimace isn’t as menacing as I know it can be. Maybe a touch too cartoonish? It should be… sexier.”

“Sexier? You realize I would be portraying the villain, right?” he chuckled.

“Villains are sexy! You are perfect for the role. You are the sexiest man I know. Uhh- if you could only see your face while you’re fucking me.” You stare at him briefly with a faraway look in your eyes.

“Thank you, love. But-"

“That’s it! Of course!” You snapped your fingers and pushed past him, “Wait right there.”

Curious, he watched you run to grab your iPhone from the nightstand and a small tripod from your desk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you an assignment.” You grinned wickedly at him as you set your phone up on the tripod and positioned it on the long counter of the vanity. You then moved Tom into position in front of it. You pressed record, then turned and seductively sauntered to stand before him.

“Darling?” His eyebrows shot up as you pulled the Cambridge shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor.

“Do you trust me?” You pressed up and started kissing up the column of his neck in a way you knew drove him mad.

“Yes, but…” he eyed the phone warily. He could see your naked ass and his large hands on the screen as they found your hips. He watched the timer ticking up, indicating it was recording a video.

“Forget about the camera. I want you to see yourself as I see you. This will work. Trust me.” You pulled the towel away, dropping it with a heavy thump to the tiles by his feet. He was tense, but you pressed yourself tight to him anyway.

“Don’t think about the camera, Tom. Think about me.”  You brought his hand up from your hip to your breast. He kneaded it eagerly, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned and let your hand glide down his back to his perfectly round bottom.

His lips found yours, and he kissed you tenderly as his hands roamed over the expanse of your bare skin. Soon, you felt him pressing the impressive length of his thick cock onto your stomach. You reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his blonde curls. Heat bloomed in you, and your kisses became urgent.

“Master…” you whispered as Tom delivered wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

He smiled against your skin when he heard the moniker. Last night he was subby and pliant, doing as he was told under your command; this morning, it was his turn to call the shots.

“Wench!” He fisted his hand in your hair and yanked your head back, “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

“No, Master.”

“No, I did not.” He grabbed your ass and squeezed it firmly, pulling your body closer to his. He released your hair and pressed down on your shoulder. “Kneel.”

You went to your knees before him.

You leaned forward to nuzzle his cock with your cheek, but he caught you by the hair, stopping you just short of your prize.

You looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, “Please?”

“Please, what?” His baby blues were boring a hole through your skull. You resisted the urge to smile as you felt the familiar wet heat between your legs.

You swallowed thickly, “Please, Master?”

Entirely in character now, he raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t release you.

“Please, Master, may I please suck on your cock?”

At that, he removed his hand. “Get on with it, you needy whore.” 

He hissed, his toes curling as you wrapped your lips around the head and lapped at the pre-cum dribbling from him.

“Thank you,” you offered before running your tongue from the base to the tip of him.

“Do you think you have earned this? You don’t deserve the honor. What have I told you about interrupting me as I try to work?”

You gave him apologetic eyes as you took him into your throat.

“Ahh, but I am a lenient master.” He stroked the hollow of your cheek with his thumb. “I have too much pity for you, you pathetic creature.”

You moan around him and feel his butt and thigh muscles clench as he let out a sharp breath.

“No more of that. I don’t want to bless you with my seed too soon, little slut. You haven’t earned it.”

You moaned again more wantonly and palmed his heavy balls in your free hand. His head fell back dramatically, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You closed your eyes and leaned in as far as you could. His course, blonde curls tickled the tip of your nose, and you felt his hips thrust forward. Your eyes watered, and you gagged loudly but didn’t relent as he fucked your mouth.

“Enough!” he pulled out of you with a growl. A thick string of drool dangled obscenely from his head before falling heavily onto your thigh below. He leaned over and grabbed your chin in his hand, “You disobedient little cock slut!”

Before you could respond, he had you on your feet and bent over the long counter of the vanity. You quickly checked your phone to ensure he was still in the frame, then spread your feet wide as you rested your weight on your forearms.

He chuckled darkly when he put his hand between your legs and found you wet. “You…” he moaned as his long fingers pressed into you. “… so wet… so tight…”

“Please, Master,” you clenched around his fingers, desperate for more. Desperate to feel yourself stretched around his thick cock.

You gasped and jumped as his free hand landed on your ass; the smack echoed around the tiled walls of your bathroom. “Ahh…” you writhed beneath his palm as he rubbed small circles over the red, raised skin.

“Calm yourself.” You bit your lip as he removed his fingers, wrapped his arm around your hip, and started tapping lightly on your swollen clit. “Do you want my seed, little one?”

You nodded, unable to speak. You tried to think of anything but the rhythmic pulse of his fingers.

“You must earn it. My seed is precious. Why should I waste it on you?”

“I… I…” your fingers tried to find purchase on the smooth quartz countertop.

“You are pathetic. You were so easy to bring to my bed. You put up no fight. So eager.” The tapping stopped, and he started rubbing tight circles over you.

“Oh fffuuck T-” you inhaled sharply, “Master.”

 He gave your reflection a devilish grin, “Did you dare almost use my familiar name?”

“I’m s-sorry,” you gasped. You were going to come. He hadn’t given you permission, but you couldn’t stop the crescendo. You went over the edge before you could think to warn him.

Your knees tried to buckle, but Tom pulled your hips back to him firmly. The blissful delirium was short-lived. He removed his hand too soon, and your orgasmic song quickly turned into whimpers. You went to move your hand between your legs to chase the fading feeling of raw pleasure, but Tom caught your wrist and pressed it against the counter.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Please…”

He tutted, “Naughty, naughty.”

“I’m sorry, Master. My King.”

He pressed into you slowly. Too slowly. You pushed your hips back to hurry him along. He responded by pulling out of you and smiled as he heard your high-pitched whine.

“Maaassterrr… I need it. I need your cum inside me. Please…”

Tom watched the undulation of your hips as you writhed, desperate for him. His cock was aching for you in return. “Greedy peasant.”

He wanted to deny you, to tease you until you were begging. Another time, perhaps. He couldn’t wait another minute for you, for your perfect little pussy, always so wet and tight for him.

He held tight to your hips and took you roughly. You watched his face in the mirror with your mouth agape and panting. There it was. His bottom jaw pushed out a fraction farther than the top. His lips pulled back over his teeth as he sucked in quick breaths.

He cursed and grunted. The sharp sound of your skin smacking as he fucked you bounced around the room.

Give it to me, baby. I want it all.

He brought the fingers of his right hand back around to stroke your clit. “Come now, my little pet. Come around my cock.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you concentrated on the heat building between your legs. Soon, you were crying out Tom’s name as your body twitched and spasmed.

“Fuck, woman…” his pace stuttered, and you felt his cock jerk and throb as he coated your channel.

He ran his large hands all over the soft skin of your back as he tried to catch his breath. Once he finally regained his wits, he caught you giggling at his reflection in the mirror.

“What is funny?” His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was still ragged.

“I just hope I can walk normally again before my curtain call.”

He gave you another one of his adorably shy laughs that you loved so much, “The show must go on.”

He pulled out of you slowly, most of his spend following and sliding down your leg. He retrieved a clean washcloth from the linen cupboard and wet it under the hot water.

As he cleaned you off, you looked into the camera’s lens, “And, scene.” He laughed with you as you stopped the recording.

“You are going to delete that, right?”

“Let’s not be hasty. When you get this role, you will be gone for weeks with a whole ocean between us.” You winked at him.

“If I get this role, darling. If.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “But thank you for believing in me. I love you.”

His eyes were sparkling with post-orgasmic magic, and you felt your heart flip in your chest.

“I love you, too.”

He kissed you tenderly for what felt like several minutes before releasing you with a final kiss on the forehead.

Weak-kneed and twitterpated, you slipped back into his T-shirt and went to your dresser to pull on some leggings. You grabbed a hand mirror and motioned for Tom to join you.

“I can’t believe we just made a sex tape.”

“It’s homework. Try not to get too excited.”

“They never doled out homework like this at RADA.” He followed you to the bed, shirtless and barefoot, his favorite grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He snuggled up beside you as you played back the scandalous video.

“That’s what I look like while I’m…” you peeked at the phone through your fingers.

“No use being shy now.” Tom pulled your hand away from your face and kissed your knuckles, not looking away from the part of the video where you were pleasuring him with your mouth.

He watched the video, transfixed. “Mmm… I’ve changed my mind. Do not delete this.”

You blushed, “It is quite hot, isn’t it?”

He hummed in agreement and adjusted himself in his sweats.

“There,” you hit pause, “That’s the look, babe.”

“The sexy grimace?” he chuckled.

“The one and only. Here,” you passed him the mirror. “See if you can replicate the look while your dick is soft,” you teased.

“Who says I’m soft?” he tickled your thigh as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Please don’t get me wound up again. I really do need to be able to walk tonight.”

During the days leading up to the audition, you would catch him practicing his villain face in the mirror well past the point where he perfected it.

When he got the call from the director asking him to be their Loki, he took you out to dinner to celebrate. He wore a bespoke blue pinstriped suit and secretly carried a small velvet ring box in his pocket.

[viv-annelore]

[november-rayne]

I love him. He is beauty, wealth, and higher education personified.

My only critique of this photo is: Why they gotta photoshop him to look like a Ken doll down there? 😭

@acidcasualties @superficialdomina @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @lovelysizzlingbluebird and any other SAS this post applies to.

Free the mango!! 🥭

Tom Hiddleston for Entertainment Weekly by Charlie Gray

[muddyorbsblr]

Hi, I'm looking for a specific fic and I hoped you and the force of SAS could help if it's not too much to ask? It's Loki x reader (hydra experimented on reader and tried to destroy her soulmate bond, soulmates feel each other's pain) reader is platonic soulmates with Bucky because they get each other (past with hydra) but then Loki feels her pain and makes the connection. It's a sweet fic about the three navigating the bond they all share. Please help me if you can ❤

Hi Nonny! Sadly I don't know which fic you're talking about but here's hoping someone from SAS can help us out on this 🫡

SAS, Assemble! There's a story that needs finding 👀

@lokisgoodgirl@lokischambermaid @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @fictive-sl0th @loopsisloops @ladyofthestayingpower @mischief2sarawr @mochie85 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @coldnique @joyful-enchantress @simplyholl @alexakeyloveloki @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @xorpsbane @gigglingtiggerv2 @littlespaceyelf @give-me-a-moose +++

[smolvenger]

Time for Carrie's Birthday Celebration Starting 01/07 and going on until 01/12!

Helloooooo friends! My birthday is January 10th (turning 29), so I thought we could do a little thing! Let's do a *drumroll* BIRTHDAY CELERATION SLEEPOVERRRRR!

A fun little light hearted thing!

Tell me about or send me these emojis for...

something you’re looking forward to!! 👀

about what you’re reading/watching 📖

your pet(s) <3 🐶🐱🐰🐹

your go to shoes/jacket/accessories 👟

ANYTHING!! 🕸

songs (rn or all time) 🎵

comfort film, show, or read (+ favorite scene) 🧸

animal (+ when’s the last time you saw one) 🐢

bad joke or reference (+ if you say it often) 🙊

FMK! 🍑🔪make me pick and I'l do the same for you

would you rather?

never have i ever… 🖐

MASH 🏡

confessions: 💭

Or ship me with someone or a character (if it ever gets to our boy, Loki, pick a specific era) and I'll ship one with YOU

I am also opening BLURBS based on several of these blorbos so give me a character or person and I will write a blurb based off of Fanfic/Book Tropes!

Characters I am willing to write for:

Loki (ofc)

President Loki

Jonathan Pine

Robert Laing

James Conrad

Prince Hal/Henry V

Sir Thomas Sharpe

Caius Martius Coriolanus

William Buxton

Professor! Tom Hiddleston

So pick one and one of the following BookTok/Fanfic tropes:

"Who did this to you?"

"My wife"

"Touch her and you die"

AU: Modern, Tudor, Regency/Austen/Bridgerton, anything

Arranged Marriage

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

He falls first

First Date

Proposal

Wedding

First Baby

Love Confession

Meet Cute

Forced Proximity

And There Was One Bed!

Grumpy x Sunshine

With any of these, if you want, you CAN request the blurb be on the spicy side and I will oblige, heheheh

I don't know what my birthday will bring and I don't want to feel lonely or the pain of not accomplishing enough and getting older so let's make this a fun one!

@asgards-princess-of-mischief @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @fandxmslxt69 @skittslackoffilter @mischief2sarawr @loz-3 @liminalpebble

Masterlist for my works can be found here.

[november-rayne]

The Gift of Distraction - Part One

Summary: Threats of war have the Kingdom of Asgard on edge. The King and his counsel have been working nonstop to prepare the realm for the worst-case scenario. Newlyweds Loki and Sigyn steal moments together when they can.

Word Count: 2900

Rating: Explicit

*This story is for mature audiences only. * 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Oral sex, rough sex, degradation,

Sigyn woke with a start. She bolted upright in bed, looking around frantically to get her bearings.  She hadn’t remembered drifting off. The embers in the fireplace smoldered with an amber glow. It was the middle of the night and her husband’s side of the bed was cold. She was still wearing the same skimpy lingerie she had put on before bed hoping Loki would rid her of it when he finally retired. His side of the bed had not been disturbed and there was light spilling under the bed chamber door. 

She quickly donned a silken robe that matched her undergarments and slipped out of the bedroom quietly. Loki was not in the sitting room nor was he in the dining room. She padded across the marble floor in her bare feet to the glass-paned doors of his office, bright light spilled into the darkened chamber from inside. She peeked in tentatively to see Loki hunched over a thick ledger, scribbling franticly with his quill.

Anger immediately flooded her senses. How could he have forgotten that she was waiting for him? She watched him with a scowl, bitter about being left alone again. He had been working so many long hours recently. There were rumors of Dark Elf activity threatening to disrupt the peace. The King and his council were on high alert, sending out spies to gather intel, preparing contingency plans and evacuation strategies, and taking stock of supplies, weapons, and soldiers.

Her heart took pity on him, and she quickly softened. He had been working so hard to ensure their people would be safe if the worst-case scenario should occur. The hour was late, he needed to come to bed and sleep to keep his mind sharp. But she also knew he would have a difficult time falling asleep with his mind so preoccupied with the rumors of discord.

“Come to bed, lover.” Sigyn struck a sultry pose in the doorway. 

Without looking up, “You go on ahead, sweetling. Do not wait for me. I am nowhere near finished.”

“Loki Odinson!” That got his attention. He looked up and his jaw fell open. 

Sigyn was wearing a sheer black bra and panty set. Delicate gold metal detailing trimmed the straps of the bra and along the waistband of the barely-there panties. A gold charm in the shape of a snake dangled between the cross-section of fabric between her breasts. Her pert nipples and the neatly cropped curls covering her mound were on full display through the sheer fabric. 

“It is the middle of the night. I fell asleep waiting for you.”

Loki swallowed thickly, “Waiting for me?”

She rolled her eyes and made her way over to his desk, perching herself atop it, “What is so important to make you forget about me? Hmm?”

He dropped his quill and reached his hand out to squeeze a creamy thigh, smudging her pristine skin with black ink from his fingers. “Nothing, kitten.” His eyes rose to meet hers remorsefully, “Nothing is more important. I lost track of time. You were laying there waiting for me and I was in here doing something that could have waited for tomorrow.  I am so…” he ran his eyes over her body, “…so, so, sorry.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, “I might be persuaded to forgive you.” She stood and started walking toward the door, “Instead of burying your nose in that ledger, come bury it between my legs instead.” 

Loki nearly spilled his ink pot as he bolted up from his seat behind his desk. His work was all but forgotten as he trailed behind his wife's back to their bedroom. Eager anticipation filled him with an electric buzz of energy. 

Sigyn slipped out of her delicate robe and sat on the edge of the bed as Loki brought the fire back to life. He turned to join her on the bed.  

“Freeze! Don’t take another step.” 

He stopped in his tracks and gave her a curious look. 

“I want to watch you take your clothes off…slowly.” She gave him a sly smile. 

Loki’s lips curled into a devilish grin. “Whatever you say, Princess.”

He toed out of his boots and kicked them to the side. He slid out of his jacket and threw it over the back of the chair by the fireplace. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he slowly started dragging it over his body.

“Slower,” Sigyn demanded. 

Loki grinned and slowed his movements even more. By the time he had pulled it over his head and let it drop to the floor, Sigyn had moved a hand between her legs, teasing herself while she watched him with hungry eyes.

His knees nearly buckled at the sight of her. His cock engorged so quickly it made him dizzy. A deep growl emanated from within him as he took another step closer to her.

“No, no, naughty boy.” She said breathily, “You do not get to come to me until I tell you to.” Her fingers danced around her clit as she put a foot up on the bed beside her, spreading herself wide for him. All he could do was stand there and watch as heat flooded his entire body.

“Trousers. Now. Slowly.”

With unsteady hands, he unfastened his trousers painfully slowly as he watched her pleasure herself. He slid his hands down his thighs. She was panting and shaking as he stepped out of the trousers and kicked them aside.

“I am… oh. Do you… ahh… Do you want me to finish on my own? Or would you like the honors?”

“Me! Let me.” He started to close the distance to her but stopped himself, remembering her orders.

She removed her hand and braced herself on the edge of the bed. “Kneel before your Princess.”

He was there in an instant, kneeling beside the bed, squeezing her thighs, and crashing his lips to hers, kissing her hungrily. She smiled against his lips and started pushing his head south. 

“No need for a preamble, lover. Claim your prize for putting on such a good show for me.”

He chuckled darkly as he kissed down her neck and sternum, taking a few delicious moments to suck on her nipples through the sheer cups of her bra. Her hips bucked when he pulled one between his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to send a bolt of pleasure to her center.

“Ugh… Loki…”

He sat on his heels and put her legs over his shoulders. He made his way up her thighs with wet open-mouthed kisses before he licked a wide stripe over her sheer panties.

“On or off?” he asked her, his voice deep.

“Off.” She raised her bum as his large hands pulled the tiny piece of fabric from her body. He brought them up to his face and inhaled deeply.

“Loki!”

“Your arousal is the sweetest perfume I have ever smelled, kitten.” He licked her cleft again. “And the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted.” Burying his face between her thighs like a man starved, he had her bucking and thrashing on the bed in no time as he used his lips and tongue to send her over the precipice of bliss quickly.

Loki let her catch her breath while he gave her slow languid licks, but when she attempted to remove her legs from his shoulders and stand, he threw his arms around her hips and pinned them to the bed.

“I am not finished yet, sweetling. Let me have my fill.”

She moaned wantonly and buried her fingers in his hair, “Loki, I want to taste you.” 

“Not until I am satisfied.” He nudged her oversensitive bud with the tip of his nose as his tongue explored her cunt. He took his time bringing her to orgasm the second time. Savoring the way she felt under his lips and tongue, the look on her face as she watched him feast on her. The sounds she made as he pleasured her were music to his ears. By the time he heard the sweet mewls of her orgasm, his cock was so hard it was painful. He had wanted to linger there, serve his penance on his knees with his face between her thighs, to make her come again, but his own need was becoming unbearable. 

He gave her thigh one last kiss as her legs shook around him. He stood and pushed her down to lay flat on her back, bum nearly off the edge of the bed. The post-orgasmic haze still clouded her mind as she barely registered that Loki was now standing, looming tall over her with her knees in his hands. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him as he ran his hands up to her hips and pulled her closer to him. 

Loki growled, low and guttural, as he pushed his cock into her soaking-wet heat. Her cunt was quaking with aftershocks from her orgasm, and he gave her no time to adjust to his girth as he pulled back and pressed into her again. As he held her thighs up, his hips started rutting frantically, his cock finally getting the sweet friction it was craving so desperately as he was pleasuring her. 

Sigyn’s back arched off the bed, the needy way he was taking her and his desperate, breathy moans, causing a wave of arousal to wash over her. She grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets as the wet sounds of their sex spurred Loki’s lust and he drove into her harder. He was sucking in breaths through gritted teeth, a sheen of sweat glittered on his brow. 

She would have bruises on both sides of her thighs tomorrow, from his crushing grip holding her legs up and from his hip bones pounding her in this position, but she did not care. He rarely took her roughly and she was loving every minute of it. She couldn’t get enough of the absolutely feral look in his eyes, his loss of control as his usually precise hip movements were replaced by animalistic thrusts. The pent-up tension he had been holding onto finally found a release as he took her hard and fast. 

“Yes, Loki! Yes!”

He could only grunt in response. His gaze tore away from the motion of her breasts in her skimpy bra and landed on her face. His eyes were dark with lust, wisps of hair clinging to the sweat on his neck, lips curled back in a sultry sneer. He looked lurid and dangerous. Her cunt clenched around his cock causing him to hiss sharply. 

The angle at which he was fucking her added no friction to her clit, so she wet her fingers in her mouth and let her hand travel to the swollen nub, rubbing tight circles. Another feral grunt came from him as he watched her, and his hips continued rutting into her at their brutal pace. 

Her walls started fluttering around him and her eyes rolled back briefly, “Come with me, Loki… Fill me with your seed... Oh… Ah… I’m coming!” 

His hips stuttered and his groan came from deep within him as he followed her over the edge. “Fuck...” His sporadic thrusts and throbbing cock as he spilled inside her almost sent her again. Her handsome husband wrapped in ecstasy was something she never grew tired of seeing. She rolled her hips as his grip loosened, his cock still hard inside her. 

“Mmm… Loki…”

He slowly regained his wits and looked down at his wife. He was still speared into her, his cock not ready to call it a night despite the late hour.

“Look at you.” He pushed her back further onto the bed and laid over her, his feet still firmly on the floor. “My needy little cock slut is desperate for more?” She clenched around him; she loved it when he teased her in that way. She bit her lip and nodded.

“You filthy little whore, your thighs are already slick with my seed. Is that not enough for you?”

She shook her head, “No.” She ground her hips up on him, “I need more.”

“Such an eager girl. Greedy for more of my cock, are you?” 

“Please, I need more. I was so very patient as I waited for you to come to bed. I laid here desperate for your cock.”

He gave her a languid pump of his hips. She let out a wanton moan and squeezed him again.

“Nasty girl. How would you take my cock now?”

She pretended to ponder the question briefly then answered, “I think I would like to ride you if it would please my prince.”

He cradled her head in his hands and dropped down to kiss her, slowly, tenderly, letting his lips express all the emotion he was feeling at the moment. He was sorry he didn’t join her in bed when she retired, he was grateful that she pulled him away from the never-ending pile of work on his desk, and he was so damn in love with her, he could not imagine his life without her. 

“Mmm… Get into bed, lover.”

He was reluctant to slide out of her, but he got up from his awkward position and crawled to the middle of the bed, laying on his back.

Sigyn was quickly straddling his thighs and removing the bra as Loki watched. His hands drifting over her skin, he used his seidr to remove the ink smudges from her thighs and his fingers. 

Sigyn positioned herself over Loki’s cock and slid down onto him slowly. Loki’s eyes fluttered closed as they reconnected. 

“Oh…” Her breath hitched as he started to thrust up into her as he held her by her hips. “Mmm… Lay back and relax, lover.”

She sat on his cock and placed her hands on his taut abs, circling her hips slowly, his previous spend and her own slick making sloppy sounds as she moved. She threw her head back and ground down on him.

“You are a nasty girl, so dirty. And using me for your own pleasure as if I have not made you come three times already.” She bucked against him before she started bouncing on his cock. He watched as her tits bounced along with her, and the familiar coil of pleasure started tightening in his lower belly.

“I will always need more of you. I can never get enough.”

“You look so pretty up there; your face is the picture of bliss.” His hands squeezed her ass and then trailed over her hips. His eyes fell to where they were joined, and he watched as she impaled herself on his cock over and over again.

He hissed sharply and thrust up into her, stilling her body and fucking up into her from below. “Ahh…”

“Mmm… Loki…” She pressed down hard on him, and he allowed her to regain control. She lowered herself and he filled her deep, the head of his thick cock nudging at her cervix. The ache deep in her belly, “You are so big, lover. So long and thick. Norns.”

“You take me so well, sweetling. So tight. Squeezing me. Milking my cock so well.” He moaned as she picked up her pace. His thumb found her clit and he pressed into it and stroked it with urgency.

Her hips stuttered as he pushed her closer to her climax, her movements were soon frantic. She held onto him for dear life as she came. Loki came soon after as Sigyn’s pelvic muscles spasmed and her body shook around him. 

They were both breathless and spent as she flopped down to his chest. He wrapped her in his arms and pressed his face into her hair, cherishing the scent of her, the unmistakable citrus that he would always associate with his sweet wife.

Rolling them onto their sides, he slid out of her followed by a gush of their combined spend. Loki couldn’t help but watch as his seed slid over her thigh.

“Loki…” she whined.

“You cannot even imagine how erotic this image is for me, kitten.” Loki shivered. “I love seeing my ecstasy painting your skin.”

“Loki!”

“Very well.” He relented and cleaned them both up with his seidr.

“Thank you.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Can I play with your hair?”

“Of course.” He pulled the blankets over their naked bodies and snuggled close to Sigyn, burying his face in her chest, and holding her tight.

She ran her fingernails lightly over the nape of his neck then pushed up into his silky raven locks. Earning a contented moan from him. Running her hand along his scalp and then pulling it away, letting his hair slip through her fingers and then repeating the steps again and again until they were both nearly asleep.

“Sleep well, Loki. Know that I love you more than anything in this world.”

He pressed a kiss over her heart. “I love you, my sweet, sweet Sigyn. My priceless gift.”

The threat of war had temporarily slipped from their minds as she played with his hair until she felt the deep, steady breaths of sleep pass through his pretty lips. Only then did she allow herself to be pulled under, her hand still pressed to the back of his head, holding him tightly, letting him feel safe and secure in her embrace.

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the horny bitches cuts – master post

I'm pretty sure that by now we all know about the documentary series Big Beasts being narrated by Mr Tom Legs-For-Centuries Hiddleston, and many of us feared that he would be uttering some sentences that would be absolutely fucking devastating especially when taken out of context…

And some of us know that I've taken it upon myself to comb through the episodes, isolate these lines, remove the background sounds (to the best of my abilities), and compile them into what we lovingly refer to as The Horny Bitches Cut.

look at this mf being all smug because he knows what these lines have done to us

Well a new development has been made and now I've taken it upon myself to comb through Earth at Night in Color and create its respective Horny Bitches Cuts. Lawd have mercy on our souls

Everything under the cut

TV Series

Big Beasts #releasethehornybitchescut collection

Earth at Night in Color Season 1 collection Earth at Night in Color Season 2 collection

Earthsounds collection

Movies

The Pirate Fairy Kong Skull Island The Avengers

Interviews/BTS

Kong Skull Island bts video of Tom running up the stairs sounding like ✨something else✨

The Soccer Aid promo interview

Early Man IGN Comments

Jill Scott's Coffee Club – the "ohh yes!"

worship & reverence (aka "trying to get us to kneel")

something about horses…

something about roast chicken…

something about delayed gratification…