#tom hiddleston fanfic

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empty baskets

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Placement: dating era; a few weeks after 'the warmest bed i've ever known'

Summary: Tom makes a concerning discovery on laundry day

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning/s: steamy moments at the end; insecure Reader; mentions of previous cheating from exes; mentions of former toxic relationships [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: cinnamon roll bf Tomathy hours

The sound of the front door to his house closing alerted Tom of your return, a smile stretching across his face when you called out his name.

"In the laundry room, sweetheart. I'll be with you in a minute," he answered.

"Remember to separate your lights and darks." He could practically hear the amused smile on your face as you said the words.

His heart swelled at the comfortable humorous tone that you'd taken, at the familiarity that had woven its way into your exchanges, no matter how minuscule they might have been to anyone who would have been listening. After the scare of nearly losing you just under a month ago, he knew better than to take any moment with you for granted.

Tom dropped a final black running shirt into the load and was just about to start it, when he finally noticed what had felt off about this particular chore. What he had been feeling off about the past few weeks.

None of the clothes in the wash were yours. Not a single garment.

I must have missed them, he thought to himself, going through the other basket, brows furrowing together when he found it was just as empty as the one in his hand.

You'd been staying with him for the last two weeks, and he knew that you changed clothes. That was, at least during the times when the two of you were clothed in the house.

And yet despite that, he couldn't find a single item of your clothing in this room. Which led him to believe that you were keeping them in a laundry bag. Probably where you stashed your suitcase, in the entry way coat closet.

Only thing was that your laundry bag was nowhere to be found, and your suitcase was suspiciously heavier than it was yesterday morning. "Y/N?" he called out to you, unable to help the smile on his face when you peeked your head out from the study.

"What's up?"

"Anything you need to put in the wash, sweetheart?"

The confusion worsened when you shook your head. "Nope, I'm all good." And then you gave him a smile that was so strained it filled him with a sense of dread. The same kind of dread that he felt when he came home not two weeks ago to find you curled up in a chair, mumbling words that threatened to turn his world asunder had he not stopped you.

What were you hiding?

He made his way over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, heart thundering in his chest when he saw the avoidant look in your eyes. Like you were desperately trying to scour your mind for a way out.

Just like you were that night he showed up at your doorstep. When you blurted out how you felt about him and promptly tried to take it back, denying you said anything at all. "You don't need to hide anything from me, goddess," he said carefully, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I want you to know that."

"My dirty clothes are in the Four Seasons, I have a room booked there to keep my things," you blurted out, the words rushing out of you with a sheepish look on your face. "That's where I went this morning, to grab a new set of clothes and…anything else I might need."

Tom took in a deep breath, unaware that he'd been holding it while awaiting your answer. A weight was somewhat lifted from his chest, though there was still the lingering fear that somehow part of this secret was in the form of another person.

It had happened before, with previous relationships. And while he felt that fear significantly less when you were around, it still lingered…and festered into something that had the potential to be crippling if it ever turned out to be true.

Even if it was fairly early on in the relationship, he knew in the depths of his soul that this would be his last. You would be the one he spent the rest of his life loving, the one he would build his future with. And whether that future entailed marriage and children, it no longer mattered to him.

What mattered, all that mattered, was that future would have you.

"Why?" he asked, silently pleading that the answer wouldn't involve his worst fears. He couldn't take that. Not from you.

"It's for…just in case," you said, barely audible. Your eyes began to mist over as you started trembling in his hold. "For if…and when…you get tired of having me around. Then I wouldn't have to scramble for a place to stay. Because it's already there prepped and waiting for me."

Your words completely stole the air from his lungs, quite possibly even stopped his heart. Tired of you? You did this because you were bracing yourself for the day he would tire of you?

"It happened before," you spoke again, choking the words out as you visibly fought against what he had no doubt were haunting memories from relationships past. "Long before, but still…it sucked. Not having anywhere to stay for a few hours, calling friends who suddenly pretended I was nobody to them because they took my ex's side. Calling hotels that were fully booked. I just wanted to be sure."

Suddenly your actions around his home filled him with a heartbreaking clarity. It wasn't just your clothes.

Not a single item on the bathroom counter was yours. You even kept your toothbrush in a little bag. 

The meticulous way you'd place back every item in his study and pack away all your work in your tote before putting it in the entry way closet with your suitcase. He simply thought you were being tidy.

But it wasn't that simple.

Other than your very presence in his arms now, there wasn't a single trace of you to be found in this house. Everything you had here wasn't just easy to pack up in five minutes to have you out the door.

You wouldn't even need five seconds.

He couldn't think of what else to do at that moment other than pull you into a desperate kiss, weaving his fingers into your hair and holding you tight against him with his free arm. The tension that held on to his heart with a vice grip lessened somewhat when he felt your lips moving with his, your own hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt to bring him in even closer.

How could you not know that this was precisely where he wanted you? Always?

"I could never tire of you, goddess," he sighed against your lips when he broke the kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you answered him with the faintest sniffle. "I need you to know that none of this is on you. You did nothing to make me feel this was what I should do, this is just…leftover self preservation. I don't know how to be any other way."

Tom took your hands in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Perhaps we can find a new way together," he proposed, placing one last kiss on your ring finger. The one he wished to place a ring upon one day.

It didn't matter when.

He motioned towards the bedroom, threading his fingers between yours to lead the way. "Come with me. I want to show you something."

There was a slight guilt that pinched away at his heart, realizing that you never even so much as peeked into the closet or the dressers. Because if you had, you would have seen it sooner.

You would have seen that he'd set aside half the dresser storage, and half the closet.

He was so overtaken with the joy of finally having you with him, he failed to see the signs that you hadn't been moving as if you lived with him. You moved like a scrupulously careful guest in his home, making sure everything was exactly as it was before you arrived.

Always ready to leave at a drop of a hat.

When the light turned on in the walk-in closet, Tom could hear the air leave your lungs the moment you that half of the racks were empty. He held your hand as he opened the drawers on the empty side, showing you that they, too, had nothing inside.

"You're not a guest in my home, Y/N. I--I know that it might be too early for us, but I want more than anything for you to see this as our home. I can understand if you're not quite ready yet, but I want you to know that there's space here for you. I don't want you to have to throw away money for a hotel room that isn't even slept in."

"Money isn't an issue," you mumbled, your eyes still fixed on the space he'd freed up for you. When you eventually tore your gaze away, he could see the tears that were welling up. "It's just…I've taken care of myself for so long. It's all I know. No one I was with ever cared--"

"I care, sweetheart." He pulled you into his arms, sighing into your hair when he felt you return his embrace. "And I understand you wish to take care of yourself, but perhaps I could care for you, too?"

Your only response was to nuzzle your face against his chest, before nodding against him. "Maybe we can take care of each other."

He kissed the top of your head, leading you out the closet and reaching for his phone, already placing a call to his assistant. "I'll send for someone to retrieve your belongings from the Four Seasons and settle the bill. You don't have to unpack everything if you're not ready, but at least they'll all be here. And I know you mentioned that money isn't an issue for you, but it doesn't sit right with me knowing you're spending so much on an unused room."

A soft smile finally graced your features, and you visibly looked more relaxed as you agreed to his proposal. "Fine. But next time we stay at a hotel I'm paying."

"It's a date," he said, bringing your joint hands up to kiss the back of your hand.

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you sat on the floor of the closet, your carry-on splayed open beside you as you carefully placed your clothes in the open drawers that Tom freed up for you. Our home, his words replayed in your mind. The mere thought threatened to overwhelm you.

He really is trying to ruin me for everyone else but him, you thought to yourself, your mind wandering back to that note you buried deep in the vaults of your phone. You were seldom one to let your guard down anywhere other than your home, where every security measure had triple the redundancies just to make sure that vulnerabilities were minimized, if not eradicated completely.

In your line of work, the one starkly outside the path that brought you to the man you love, it wasn't just a "nice to have" to have multiple measures of security. The alternative was to be in a constant state of alertness. To always be ready to fight your way out.

You never knew there could be another way. A way where there were no backups, or backups for your backups. A way that no longer involved having a place ready for you in case you got kicked to the curb because your boyfriend decided to finally take up the offer of the office succubus.

Before you knew it, the carry-on was empty, other than your run of the mill weapons of choice for self-defense. But you decided against placing that anywhere within reach, instead zipping the compartment closed before closing and locking the luggage.

There was no need for it here.

The door to the closet opened, the sight of your boyfriend walking in wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants making you smile and bite your lip. "Well hey there," you greeted him, placing your hand in his and letting out a little giggle when he helped you to your feet before pulling you into a kiss.

"Just need a few more pieces to put in the wash, darling," he murmured against your lips. "Four, to be exact."

He worked his hands under your shirt and pulled it over your head, proceeding to work his way under the waistband of your joggers.

"Three…" You held on to his shoulders to keep upright, a teasing smirk on his face as he hooked his fingers underneath your panties. "Two…" In one smooth motion, he tugged them downwards, both garments falling to your feet, your boyfriend letting out a sinful guttural sound when you were bared to him.

Then your feet left the ground, him lifting you by the backs of your thighs and coaxing you to wrap your legs around him as he brought you back into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, lustful darkened blue eyes raking over your body before he reached for the waistband of his own sweats.

"One…"

A/N: Where can I order one of these cinnamon roll Tomathy-shaped boyfriends? Asking for myself--

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

Read Me to Sleep? Alastor x reader Fluff

Alastor x reader Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Nothing outside of canon typical

Summary: After a long, shitty day out and about you drag yourself home to the hotel to seek shelter and comfort in the one place you knew you could find it.

~~~~~<3

It was late when you finally dragged your ass up the walkway of the hotel. You expected the lobby to be deserted and it was. You were utterly exhausted as you crossed the hotel lobby, dragging your feet with every step.

It had been a day from hell, between turf wars and murders making your errands take twice as long. On top of everything, you had to fight off some handsy fuck who didn’t know who they were messing with. While you were busy, your shopping got lifted. 

 That was just as well, you told yourself as you slowly pulled yourself up the stairs and down the hall. It was better to just give up and try again tomorrow. Or next week. 

Slipping into the room you shared with Alastor, you were not really all the at surprised to see him still up, sitting in his armchair with a book in hand, coat discarded in favor of comfort in the privacy of his room. He never really seemed to sleep, always being awake when you drifted off and awake before you rose in the morning. His ever watching presence was a comfort as you let your guard down. 

His red and pink eyes glanced up from his book as you latched the door shut behind you with a soft click that seemed to echo in the quite room. The only other sounds were the soft jazz playing and crackling of the fire in the fireplace.

“You’re home late, my dear.” Alastor’s eyes ran over you as he lifted his arms from his lap, freeing space in a unspoken offer. 

“Long day,” you didn’t elaborate as you crossed the room, toeing off your shoes and slipping your jacket off and letting it fall to the floor. Usually Alastor would comment, lecture about care of clothing and space but tonight he held is tongue.

You crawled into his lap, melting into the warmth of him as you tucked yourself against his much larger frame. Under your head you could hear the steady beat of his heart. 

“Do you wish to talk about it?” Alastor asked as his hands rested around you, shifting you to sit neater in his lap. 

“Not really,” you answered, nestling yourself tighter against his chest, resting your hand against his chest. 

“What can I do for you?” Alastor asked, resting his cheek against the top of your head. 

“Read to me?”

“As you wish,” Alastor nuzzled the top of your head for a moment. You could almost swear a soft kiss was placed but with him, you could never be sure. 

He read from where he was, voice a low rumble accented by the radio overlay, just present enough to warm his words. As minutes slipped by, your eyes grew heavy and you breathing slowed. It became harder and hard to follow the plot of the story, let alone the meaning of the sentences. 

Soon the words themselves were lost to you. They became just another soothing sound along with the fire crackling, the thumping of his heart and the way his breath came, softly rocking you ever so slightly. The jazz floated through the air as each slow blink of your eyes came slower, lids lingering downcast for a few seconds more each time. 

Your eyelids didn’t open again, a soft sigh slipping between your lips as you decided to rest your eyes and listen to the story. What was the story about? Oh hell, you lost it. That’s alright. 

His voice sounded so good. He was so warm, all around you. The fire was cozy. 

You needed to get up, change and get ready for bed. You needed to do things. 

You needed to lay there and listen to the voice of home. The rest of it could wait, you decided as sleep overtook you. What was the point of being home if you couldn’t fall asleep in the arms of the man you loved? 

~~~~~<3

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[lindsey-laufeyson]

Distractions- Chapter 11

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

You woke up to find you were alone in Tom’s bed with the faint smell of something delicious lingering in the air. You yawned and stretched before getting up, throwing on one of Tom’s t-shirts, brushing your teeth, and softly padding to the kitchen. 

You smiled when you saw Tom in a pair of green plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt at the kitchen stove. His back was to you, quietly humming to himself as he cooked. You hopped up onto the edge of the kitchen island and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. Then you leaned back with one hand on the counter, crossing your legs as you took a bite.

“Good morning,” Tom greeted you, turning his head and flashing you a smile. 

“Morning,” you replied with a mouthful of apple. “You know you didn’t have to go through all this trouble to make me breakfast.”

He turned off the stove and turned around to face you. “Who said any of this was for you?” he teased.

You scrunched your face and stuck your tongue out at him, making him smirk as he stepped closer to you.

“You know, sometimes I tease you just so that you’ll make that adorable face.”

You flashed him your middle finger. “How’s this for adorable then?”

“Honestly, I’m a bit too distracted right now to care.” He gently uncrossed your legs, and with his hands on your knees, he spread them wide enough so he could stand between them. Then his palms glided over the tops of your thighs and rested on your hips.

Leaving your half eaten apple on the counter beside you, you leant forward and draped your arms over his shoulders, the height of the counter putting you nose to nose with him. “Haven’t you just finished cooking breakfast?”

“We can reheat it,” he suggested, bringing his lips to your ear while his hands slid back to your ass. “Right now I’m suddenly hungry for something else.”

“Well that was poor planning on your part now wasn’t it?” you teased him. 

He pulled you close to him with a swift tug, so that your ass was on the very edge of the granite countertop. You could feel the soft flannel of his pajama pants against your bare pussy, his cock beginning to harden underneath it. “Will you shut up and kiss me already?” he asked playfully, resting his forehead against yours.

“Make me,” you taunted in a sultry tone, just barely brushing your lips against his. He chuckled darkly as he closed the minute distance between you, kissing you with an intense need. You wrapped your legs tight around his hips, causing him to grunt and his clothed cock to twitch against your core. You snickered quietly, but he silenced you by softly biting down and tugging at your bottom lip. He then moved his mouth to your neck as you leaned back on one hand, the other hand caressing the nape of his neck. You let your eyes fall closed and your head fall back as he began placing kisses from just below your ear down to your collarbone, which was generously exposed by his v-neck shirt. Meanwhile, his hand found your breast and massaged it, occasionally rolling your nipple between his fingers through the thin cotton. 

Needy sighs escaped your lips as you slowly laid back on the counter. He lifted his head and bit his lip as he pushed the hem of the shirt up to your chest, exposing your hardened nipples to him. You watched as he firmly grasped your breasts, leant down, and hungrily sucked on one of your sensitive buds, occasionally flicking his tongue over it. You grasped the edge of the counter with one hand while the other tangled in his hair. A moan escaped your lungs as you arched your back, pushing your tits into his face. He teased and sucked your nipples until you were a squirming mess for him, your arousal beginning to soak the fabric between your needy cunt and his throbbing erection. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he placed a trail of feather-light kisses down your stomach before getting on his knees. 

“Beautiful,” he muttered, admiring your glistening folds. As he placed your feet on his shoulders, you propped yourself up on your elbows so you could watch him. He smirked at you as he inserted one long, slender finger into your wet slit and pumped it in and out a few times at an agonizingly slow pace. Your eyebrows knitted together and your mouth fell open, a mix between a sigh and a moan quietly tumbling out of it. “You want more, sweetheart?” he asked. When you nodded, he slid another finger inside you and scissored the two digits open and shut, gently stretching your walls. Then he pushed them in as deep as he could and curled them upward, massaging your soft, spongy g-spot. 

“Ah!” you cried as you lurched forward, ready to cum at any second. 

“Sh sh sh shhh,” he soothed. “Relax, sweet girl. I haven’t even gotten to taste you yet this morning.” As he looked in your eyes, he leant forward and lapped at your clit with the flat of his tongue while his fingers continued to knead its underside. 

“Ooh! Oh fuck!” you groaned. “I’m so close, Tommy!” 

His mouth left your clit, but his fingers continued. “Do you want to cum, darling?” You nodded vigorously while you panted and whimpered. “Ah-ah. I want you to use your words this time.”

“I wanna cum!” you pleaded desperately. “Please, baby!”

He smiled up at you. “That’s a good girl.” This time he latched his lips around your swollen bundle of nerves and suckled at it all the while increasing the speed of his fingers on your g-spot.  

The pressure in your lower belly suddenly snapped. Your loud moans echoed through the kitchen as you pressed your feet into his shoulders and reflexively lifted your pelvis up off the counter. He hooked his free arm around your thigh and pulled you back down, refusing to let up until he was sure you were finished. Without warning, you cried out and squirted all over his chin and hand and he hummed in approval. When you began to come down, he released your clit and removed his fingers before licking up the length of your slit, curling his tongue to gather your cum pooling there. Then he stood up and you watched through hooded lids as he sucked his dripping digits clean, moaning as he did so. 

After wiping his chin, he bent down and kissed you with an untamed passion. You could taste yourself on his tongue. You reached around his back and tugged his shirt up, causing him to briefly break the kiss so he could pull it over his head and toss it to the side, before crashing his lips to yours once more. Your hand slid down his torso, fingers grazing over every peak and valley of his toned muscles, until it reached the waistband of his trousers. You slipped your hand under the elastic and grabbed his shaft, pumping it at a steady pace. He groaned against your lips and bucked into your hand until he’d finally had enough. With a growl, he stood up straight, pulled his trousers down just below his ass, and pulled a condom out of his pocket. After ripping it open and rolling it on, he grabbed your hips and pushed his long, thick cock inside you. He let out a long groan and all the air left your lungs. Your bodies fit so well together that it was breathtaking every single time they joined.

He began thrusting into you, wanton grunts slipping through his gritted teeth with every snap of his hips. You gripped the lip of the counter with white knuckles to keep from sliding back as he pounded into you. Watching his chiseled features contort in pleasure, you could see his eyes were locked on your tits as they bounced up and down in rhythm with the sound of his pelvis clapping against your ass. 

He licked his thumb and reached down between your legs, rubbing your clit in quick circles. “Cum for me one more time, baby!” he pleaded between panting breaths, his voice strained from holding back his own climax as best he could. “I’m close! Give me one more!”

He didn’t need to ask, as you were already there. Your moans built to a wail as your tight channel constricted around his length, sparking his own release. “Ugh god!” he groaned as his hips began to stagger. “Good girl! Good fucking… girl!” He fell forward, catching himself with his forearms on either side of your head while his hips finally stilled as he came. He huffed with his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck.” 

“Fuck is right,” you chuckled through your heavy breathing. Reaching up to push back a short curl that was sticking to his sweaty forehead, you ran your fingers through his now damp hair and then cupped the side of his face in your hand. He opened his eyes and smiled down at you, a sort of drunken look on his face. You smiled back. “You did very well, Tommy boy.”

He kissed the inside of your wrist. “You bring out the best in me, Sweets.”

“Alright, enough mushy stuff,” you joked, giving him a clap on the shoulder. “Let’s eat.”

“Right.” He chuckled and stood up straight, giving you a hand to help you down from the counter.

…

After breakfast, despite his objections, you helped Tom with the dishes. You were drying the last dish when Tom’s phone rang. 

“Why is Christian calling you on a Sunday?” you wondered aloud when you saw Tom’s agent’s name light up his phone screen. 

“Dunno,��� he replied, looking at his phone in confusion. “Must be urgent. Mind if I take it?”

“Of course not. Go, go, go!” You shooed him out of the room while he answered the call. 

“Chrishy!” you heard him say. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Not wanting to eavesdrop, you decided to grab a blanket and one of Tom’s many books, and head out to the garden to read. About fifteen minutes later, Tom emerged from the house and sat down in the chair next to you with a noticeable sigh. 

“What did ole ‘Chrishy’ want then?” you asked.

He took a deep inhale. “Apparently, the actor they cast for the lead in an untitled Spielberg film dropped out at the last minute and Spielberg asked for me instead.”

“Oh my god, Tom, that’s amazing! When do they want you to start?”

“In three weeks…” He hesitated for a moment. “…in Hawaii”

You felt your stomach clench, but you ignored it. You brought your hand up to press your lips to your knuckles. “Hm.”

“Is that all you have to say to that? ‘Hm?’”

“I guess I’m not really sure what you’re looking for here. Are you pleased about it?”

“I mean, I enjoy traveling, and Hawaii is beautiful, but I’d miss London.”

“Tom, you’ve traveled for work loads of times. What makes this time any different?”

“Well there’s you for one thing,” he chuckled, as if it was obvious.

You laughed, hoping he didn’t detect the nervousness behind it. “What have I got to do with anything?”

“Are you joking?” You simply looked at him expectantly, waiting for his explanation. “Let’s just say…” He leaned forward and pulled you onto his lap, smiling up at you. “...I’ve grown accustomed to having you around.”

“I still don’t know what you want me to say, Tommy. You’re going to do this film regardless.”

“I want you to say that you’ll miss me,” he teased you, but his voice was softer than it was before.

“Oh please, Thomas,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes, with a smile playing on your lips.

He caressed your straddling thighs with his large hands before one slipped under his shirt you were still wearing and up your back. “Come on, Sweets.”

“Ugh,” you resigned. “I’m sure I’ll miss you almost as much as you’ll miss me.” You winked down at him and rubbed the tip of your nose along the slope of his, up and down, slowly. His smile softened slightly as his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes stealing glances at your tantalizing mouth. You lowered your voice to a sultry whisper. “Can I go back to reading my book now?”

Tom groaned and let his forehead fall forward against your collarbone. “I suppose,” he sighed, then he lifted his head back up to look at you again. “Can you at least read it here in my lap?”

You chuckled. “I don’t think this chair is meant to hold two people, stud.” As you climbed off of his lap there was a loud creak from the old patio chair as if it was agreeing with you. “My point exactly.” You settled back down in your own chair, covered your legs with the blanket again, and went back to reading. After a while you heard the artificial click of a camera shutter. You looked up to see that Tom had taken a photo of you on his phone. “What was that for?”

He grinned at you. “Something to look at while I’m gone” 

“You know, I can send you much sexier pictures for you to wank to when you’re there,” you teased. 

“I’m not going to wank to it! I just think you look gorgeous just like that: no makeup, your hair a mess, wearing my shirt, and engrossed in a book.”

You felt your ears and cheeks get warm. “There are going to be plenty of gorgeous views in Hawaii, Tommy boy.” You gathered your book and your blanket to go back inside, whispering as you walked past him, “and I don’t just mean the landscape.”

He rolled his eyes. “The way you deflect every single one of my compliments is almost pathological, you know that?”

“Take it up with my mother then,” you called back to him as you stepped back into his house. 

He rose to follow you. “Where do you think you’re going anyway?” he asked, puzzled. 

“To shower,” you replied, peeling his shirt off of your body and dropping it on the floor as you looked back at him coyly. “Is that alright?”

“Of course,” Tom smirked and quickly discarded his own shirt. “If you even make it to the shower, that is.”

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Last Updated: 2025-01-05

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Loki Odinson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

A/N: I was running out of room on my original. I Like to keep authors together so I transfer the more current authors (ones whom are consistently updating) here!

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

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Summary: "Loki has a luxurious w*nk [while thinking about] you."

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✑ All I Could Give You by muddyorbsblr • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "It seems that nearly the entirety of Asgard had forgotten that today was supposed to be a day of celebration. Everyone but you, at least."

✑ Chambermaid, the by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔M᜶E〕 •

✑ Coronation by sserpente • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: Imagine being Thor's and Loki's childhood friend. While Loki and you secretly begin developing romantic feelings for one another, it is Thor who unexpectedly asks to court you on the day of his coronation…

✑ Handmaiden, the by rosaline-black • 〔F〕 •

Summary: You are but a simple handmaiden, daughter of the cook, but Loki is enchanted by you.

✑ Heirs￨Prt. II by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki starts your marriage by breaking tradition. Naturally."

✑ I Feel Like I'm Drowning by mischiefmaker615 • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: Enough is enough.. no more excuses, no more hints..

✑ In Defence of a Prince by tricksterlokilaufeyson • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: After stepping up to defend him during a night out, Loki rewards you for your loyalty.

✑ Intertwined Hearts by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a conversation with his mother, Loki makes a big decision —and surprises you."

✑ King of Asgard by smolvenger • 18+ • 〔F᜶E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: As the wife of Prince Loki of Asgard, you suddenly discover that Odin and Thor are gone. You are made queen and your dear husband is king. But a king needs an heir...

✑ Little Valkyrie by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Imagine Loki sneaking you into the Avengers Tower for a night full of passionate love-making. Getting caught by the Avengers, however, was not part of the plan..."

✑ Love is Mischief by holymultiplefandomsbatman • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "...A prank leads you to come to terms with your feelings, but does Loki feel the same way?"

✑ Mine by tricksterlokilaufeyson •

Summary: "Thor has yet to meet Loki's new lover who just so happens to be you. When you see how much fun it can be to mess with your lover in front of his brother, how far will Loki let it go?"

✑ My Darling Dove by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Prompt(s): "You're so innocent, yet your curiosity wanders far beyond anything pure. Shall I be your guide to the most sinful, ravishing, and utterly glorious pleasures of all?"

✑ Needle in a Haystack by wherethefandomat • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Today's the day Loki returns from Midgard with Thor and you can't wait to have your prince back in your arms or between your legs.

✑ Never Enough by liminalpebble • 〔M᜶C〕 •

Summary: "It's not a easy life in Asgard's palace as Frigga's witchling apprentice and a victim of relentless teasing thanks to Thor and his warrior posse. You feel like a failure and a misfit, until the patron god of failures and misfits decides to comfort you."

✑ Observing, Learning, Fantasizing by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm."

✑ Possessive and Mischievous by sublimecatgalaxy • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •

Summary: [...]

✑ Prince is Dead, the￨Prt. II by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "Shaken by Loki's death on Svartálfheim, you confront the one you blame the most. Odin."

✑ Princess & the Stable Boy, the by ijuststareatstuffhereok89 •

✑ Spring Heat by joyful-enchantress • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: You help your husband through his yearly heat, which is part of the Jotun mating cycle. He's afraid he might hurt you, but you are determined to stay...

✑ Sworn Fidelity by muddyorbsblr • 16+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •

Summary: When the others conspired to bring Thor home, you attempted to stop them fearing Loki's wrath. When they inevitably subdue you and your fellow soldiers, you're the one tasked to relay to him the unfortunate turn of events.

✑ Take All of Me by five-miles-over • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki takes great delight in 'ruining' his innocent, shy girlfriend for the first time"

✑ Thin Ice by mischiefmaker615 •

Summary: You make the discovery that Loki is a Frost Giant

✑ Welcome Him Home by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki has only one wish when he arrives home from a [six-week-long] battle."

✑ Who Could Ever Compare to You? by trashywormeateroffics • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You have a conversation with Loki after he does some dumb things because of jealousy."

✑ A Bargain by tricksterlokilaufeyson • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ A Quiet Celebration by sarahscribbles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ As You Wish by sublimecatgalaxy • 16+ • 〔E〕 •

✑ Being Followed by divine-knight-hand •

✑ Enough by tricksterlokilaufeyson • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Heaven Help the Fool… by five-miles-over • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ I'm Right Here, Love by tricksterlokilaufeyson • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Library Meet Cute by lady-rose-moon • 〔F〕 •

✑ Light to His Dark, the by dilemmaontwolegs • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Love a Challenge by sublimecatgalaxy •

✑ My Innocent Princess by clandestineloki •

✑ My King by sublimecatgalaxy • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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✑ My Queen by sserpente • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Pet by mostly-marvel-musings • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Pledge Allegiance by wherethefandomat • 16+ • 〔E〕 •

✑ Purple and Red by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Safe and Sound by sserpente • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Seamstress, the by yetanotherhiddlestoner • 〔F〕 •

✑ Stay Here with Me by asgardwinter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ To War by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •

✑ You Tell Her, or I Will by lokidokieokie • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Waking Loki Up with Sweet Kisses by multific • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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[holdmytesseract]

Hi love i wanted to request a drabble/blurb with tom hiddleston where he is getting ready with his pregnant wife for an event and she says something like i look like a whale or huge.....

Some reassurance, comfort and implied smut!!!!!!!

Nothing Less Than A Goddess

Tom Hiddleston x pregnant!Reader

Warnings: pregnancy stuff, insecurities, fluff, tiny bit suggestive smut

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Thank you for that sweet request, nonny! I hope you like what I came up with! 🤗

P.S. This gif is how I imagined him to look in that oneshot. 👀

You stood in the bedroom in your underwear, after just having stepped out of the shower. "Love, are you ready soon? Luke will be here in about twenty minutes." You heard your husband call out for you, from which you presumed to be the kitchen or living room.

"Umm, yeah, I, uh, need to get dressed and perhaps put on a little make-up, but beside that..." An answer came immediately. "Shall I help you, darling? Or do you get along alone?"

You wanted to think about Tom's offer for a moment, but your mouth was faster than your brain. "Yes, please!"

"Alright! Just let me take off my suit jacket and shoes again!"

Now you kind of had a guilty conscience.

"Babe, you don't have to get halfway undressed just to help-" But it was, of course, already too late. Tom appeared no minute later in the bedroom, just in a navy blue shirt and tie, matching navy blue suit trousers and - black socks. "Yes, I have to, darling. No excuses. It's my obligation to help you," Tom stated, while making his way over to you and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek; palms came to rest on your six-month baby bump. "After all, I'm this little bean's dad," he announced; wearing one of his dazzling smiles.

Well, that was true. He had a point.

You couldn't help but smile and placed your forearms on his shoulders; fingers buried in his long blond-brown locks. "Okay," you said; nodding. "Thank you." Tom smiled even wider and turned his head to press a soft kiss against the bare skin of your arm; his scruff slightly tickling and scratching you.

"Now, let me help you." You nodded and turned to pick up your matching white dress from the bed. Tom being the gentleman and caring husband he was, helped you even to step inside; making sure that you didn't lose your balance. Then he zipped the zipper of the dress up; warm fingertips brushing your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Once you were fully dressed, you took a look at yourself in the full-length mirror. The dress was new. You had never worn it before. How could you, with the steadily growing baby within your womb? Impossible. That dress would fit you probably not even a month...

"And?" Tom stepped behind you; hands on your hips and pulling you against your chest. "What do you think?"

You bit your lip; giving yourself a once-over. You gently turned from side to side in his embrace; getting a look from each angle. "I-I, uh, I honestly don't know, Tommy... I mean, I like the dress. It's beautiful, but..." "But?"

You sighed; knowing that lying to your husband wouldn't work. "I... I feel like I look like a whale. I-I mean, I am huge..." You swallowed hard; feeling very insecure all of a sudden.

Behind you, Tom blinked in disbelief. "Apologies... What did you just say, darling?" "That, uh, that I look like a... whale..." Your voice was barely above a whisper. The words hadn't even left your lips entirely, when the Brit started to shake his head. "Oh, no, no, Mrs. Hiddleston. I see what you're doing - and it's not good. I won't let you walk down that dark path."

Tom turned you gently in his embrace; pointer finger and thumb cupping your chin. "Look at me, darling." You complied; your eyes meeting his stunning ones. "You are neither huge nor do you look like a whale. Do I need to remind you that you are pregnant and that it's more than normal for your body to change?" "Y-Yes, but-"

"Ah.Ah," Tom interrupted you immediately. "Apologies, darling, but no. No buts. If you are anything, then beyond beautiful. Stunning. The prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. Nothing less than a goddess." You gasped; feeling your heart skip a few beats. "A-A goddess?"

Tom nodded. "A goddess, yes. Your skin is glowing. You look more radiant than ever. Your curves are..." He took a short break; licking his lips and swallowing hard. "...absolutely delicious. Drop-dead sexy. To me, Y/N, you are even more attractive than you've already been. I can't take my eyes off you. Especially not since your pregnancy really started to show."

You were kind of overwhelmed by his words; not having expected this. "Y-You really think that?" You asked; still a bit uncertain.

Tom smiled; his other hand giving your hip a soft squeeze. "Darling, would I ever lie to you?"

Your eyes widened. "N-No! Of course not!" He kissed your forehead. "See?"

You blushed.

"Now do you believe me, or do I have to show you how much I desire your body, once we get back home tonight?"

You wetted your lips; suddenly feeling bold. Tom's words had finally gotten through. Especially the last ones.

"Hmm, perhaps, you should yes," you answered; hand playing with his tie. Tom chuckled darkly; his hand on your hip sliding down to give your ass a small, playful slap. "Gladly."

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[your-highnessmarvel]

Tommy's Girl

Requested by @bunnyanon: Hey, I would like to request a jealous Tom Hiddleston x y/n fic based on Jesse’s girl but by the end is with Tom. -🐇

AN: I REALLY HOPE that this was with the song rick springfield lMAO or else well, this is awkward.

Warnings: None, just some cute Tom pining after youuuuu

*gif not mine

Enjoyed this and want more? Send in your requests!

MASTERLIST

Tom watches you for a while before he understands that he likes you.

"So then, if you think I'm bullshitting, you have to yell it before the next person plays," you say.

"Of course," he answers.

"And then, if i'm not bullshitting, you have to pick up the entire stack!" you continue.

Here he is, pretending he doesn't know how to play bullshit. Because he has a massive crush on you.

You. One of his mate's brother's girl.

"Say that again," he says, pretending to be confused, leaning over the table as if he can't hear you over the noise of his friends around.

You proudly tell him the rules again, and this close, he can smell your intoxicating perfume.

He loves the way your eyes challenge him when he calls bullshit on you. He loves the way you laugh, squint your eyes, mouth stretched over your teeth. You're so careless, so clueless that he can't help but stare.

God, he wished you were his girl.

Every time your boyfriend would come to the table and kiss you on the cheek, Tom had to rip his eyes from the sight. Every touch, every inside joke, every whispered word - you should be sharing that with him.

But tom was a gallant man.

"Again, y/n!" he says, loudly, taking your attention away from your boyfriend.

You happily play along.

And every other time Tom and his mates hang, you're there, playing bullshit with Tom.

And every birthday party, every celebration, every holiday season - he wishes he had you.

And every wedding invite he opens in the mail, he begs the holy father above that it isn't yours.

Until his mate has a house party to celebrate his new promotion. And you're not there. But Tom's mate's brother is... without you. Your boyfriend, here, without you.

Tom has to be slick about this. Because he wants you so badly that he would rather cut his toes off than risk making any mistakes that jeopardizes his chances with you.

So he asks his mate with your boyfriend seems off. He tells Tom not to worry about it.

He tries to talk to that girl you hang with but there's no opening to bring you up.

So he calls his agent, gives him your name, and tells him he needs to return something to you. Just a phone number would do.

As soon as he gets the digits, he escapes the house and texts you.

where are you? -tom

where where?

Hilarious.

at Jason's.

Oh... me and my boyfriend broke up. i'm sorry, but i won't be coming back for another game of bullshit

Tom takes a second, relishing in that weird jealous feeling that was suddenly not a heavy weighted blanket over his shoulders.

please. can i see you?

You reply almost instantly.

yes

You weren't his girl by the end of that night, no. But Tom had admitted his feelings and given you the space you needed to heal. And by the next time an invite to his next movie's red carpet came in Tom's mail, he was happy to put your name down under his plus one.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @fangsandroses, @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

prompt from @scealaiscoite

prompt: "i love you, i swear i do, but we're not wearing matching costumes."

Loki walked behind me in the Halloween store and raised an eyebrow at the array of costumes. Every costume I showed him, he made a face and started to walk away. Across the store, Thor and Tony walked around with the cart full of decorations. Wanda and vision were looking at costumes as well.

“Come on Loki. There has to be something here you like.” I whined as Loki started to browse through the themed decor. His shoulders sagged and Loki grabbed a throw blanket off the wall before showing it to me. I nodded and he magicked it across the room to the cart. “Loki!”

“You know I could make anything you wanted.” Loki said as he looked at me. Taking my hands, he smiled brightly at me. “And it would be ten times better than anything they have here.” Smiling at him, I pulled him back to the costumes.

“I know that. And I appreciate it. Really.” I said, showing him more costumes. “But that’s what makes it so fun. Crappy costumes and cheesy movies. Come on Loki.” Loki rolled his eyes and followed me around. I continued showing him costumes. Each one got a worse review from Loki and a sympathetic look from Wanda.

“darling, I love you. I swear I do. But we’re not wearing matching costumes.” Loki finally broke. I stared at him. “It’s tacky and boring. It’s the biggest joke of this whole so called holiday.” Frowning, I turned back to the costumes and browsed. I stopped showing Loki costumes and let him wander away. After a while, I found a costume I wanted and went to pay for it.

“I would have paid if you waited kid.” Tony said as I walked by, bag on my arm.

“It wasn’t that much Tony. It’s fine.” I said. I gave him a small smile, noticing Loki in the corner of my eye. “I’ll meet you all back at the tower.” Tony nodded and watched me walk out of the store. When the rest of the team showed up, Tony brought in the decor he bought for me.

“I saw a few things i knew you’d like. And I know. I know. I didn’t have to. But you looked depressed and I felt bad after Wanda told me what happened.” Tony said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He patted my thigh and tried to catch my eye. “If it makes you feel better, he hasn’t come back yet. We left him in the store since he was taking so long.” I laughed and Tony let me put my head on his shoulder.

“he seemed pretty interested in the decor. I don’t expect him back for a while.” I said. Tony nodded. “Thank you Tony.” He gave me a quick side hug.

“don’t tell anyone. They can’t know I’m this nice.” Tony said, standing up and winking at me. I smiled at him and nodded.

“of course.” I said, watching Tony leave. I started unpacking everything Tony bought me and putting it where I wanted. There was a knock on my door and I turned to se who it was. “Come in!” Loki walked in and I frowned. “Oh. Hello.” I went back to decorating while Loki walked in and sat down on my bed.

“I’m sorry.” Loki said. I paused and looked at him in my mirror. He sat quietly as I continued.

“For what?” I finally asked when he hadn’t continued for a while. Loki sighed and walked towards me.

“for everything. Calling the holiday tacky and boring.” He said. “I shouldn’t have said that. And I shouldn’t have shut down your costume ideas.” I stared at him. He smiled at me and motioned to the bag on my bed. “I made Wanda tell me what costume you bought. And I went looking for the one that goes with it…” I turned and went to dig through the bag.

“why would you…” I asked. Loki kissed my cheek.

“I also bought you some more decor.” Loki looked around the room. “Although it looks like stark may have beat me to some of it. Sorry there are duplicates.” I turned to hug Loki.

“I don’t care.” I said softly, holding him tight. “Thank you loki.” He smiled into my hair and sighed.

“you don’t know how relieved I am to hear that.” He whispered. “I love you. So much. And I don’t want to lose you.”

“you wouldn’t lose me over this Loki. It is just a disagreement.” I assured him, pulling back to cup his cheek. “I love you too.” Loki smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

[chantsdemarins]

✨New Loki and Tom Art✨

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[allthenobodyppl-fics]

Arousal Poisoning (Chapters 1 to 3)

Fandom: MCU Loki

Pairing: Soft Dark!Loki x Reader, or Soft Dark!Loki x Original Female Character, depending on reader interpretation.

Other Characters: Mobius, B-15

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed

Summary: This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius takes Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet. Mobius and Loki are supposed to investigate the event before the branched timeline collapse, but a trap poisons Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts… Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex smut fest.

Warnings: Soft Dark!Loki, Smut, Sex Pollen, Drugged Sex, Rough Sex, Consensual Sex, Slight Fluff

“Alright, team,” B-15 announced as a time door closed behind the last hunter stepping through. “This is one of the most inhospitable planets in this side of the galaxy, and the only thing here is this prison.” She pointed her thumb behind her where a formidable building lies. “This is where they chuck the most hardened criminals and toss away the key. Now, everyone inside is dead – they’re not supposed to be dead; that’s the Nexus event – so be prepared to see some horrible shit. The next guard shift change is in a week, so we have plenty of time before the branch collapses. We’re supposed to take readings and investigate the area; find out what the Variant took and why. Keep your eyes peeled and be careful of your surroundings. Let’s move.”

“How thrilling!” Loki quipped as he walked beside Mobius.

“Yeah, okay, calm down,” Mobius scolded, “don’t look so excited, you’re weirding everybody out.”

Loki huffed and jammed his hands into his pockets.

They entered the building and the first thing to grace their presence was a bloodbath.

One of the hunters whistled. “Yeah… everyone’s dead alright.”

A female Hunter made a soft sound of disgust at the back of her throat.

“Not used to the horrors of battle?” Loki mocked. “Thought you TVA agents have seen it all.”

“Don’t talk to me,” she deadpanned.

Loki’s shit-eating grin turned into a pout.

“Come on, Loki, make yourself useful.” Mobius pulled Loki further into the prison. “What do you see?”

“Death.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. What else? What was your Variant looking for?”

“How should I know?”

“Loki!”

“Fine, fine, give me a minute.”

The female Hunter followed along. “This doesn’t make sense,” she said. “The Loki Variant had been killing our people this entire time. They usually spared the people on the timeline. Why did they massacre everyone here?”

“Well, these are the worst of the worst, and I guarantee you the prison guards aren’t any better. Maybe… altruism?” Mobius replied.

The Hunter snorted, “A Loki? Yeah, right.”

Loki gave the Hunter a side-eye.

“Anyway, we’re not here to figure out why they killed everyone,” Mobius explained, “we’re here to find out what they took, why they took it, and what they plan to do with it.” Turning, he said, “Did you sniff anything out yet, Loki?”

“‘Sniff anything out?’” Loki spat. “What do you take me for? A dog? First I was a little pussy cat, and now I am a little lap dog?”

“Now, don’t get so sensitive–”

“I am not being sensitive, you are being rude–”

The Hunter left them arguing amongst themselves to take readings elsewhere. Her readings began to ping the closer she got to one of the hallways. There was… something… sitting on a table with a piece of newspaper covering it. She gingerly pulled the newspaper away and let it fall to the floor.

“The fuck?” she uttered. It looked like a huge flower bud the size of a basketball. The dark green sepals wrapping around the petals had golden veins running through them, veins that seemed to glow with a pulsing heartbeat. The very tippy top of the bud had some deep red petals peeking through. There was a sickly sweet fragrance emanating from the bud. Leaning closer, the Hunter could see a trickle of golden viscous liquid seeping from the top where the petals were. The bud twitched and the Hunter jumped back.

“Hey… guys?” the Hunter called out. “You should come check this out…”

Loki looked in her direction and his eyes almost popped right out of his skull. He pointed at the bud and screamed, “Stay away from that!”

Read the rest of the story at AO3 here: Arousal Poisoning (Chapters 1 to 3).

[mochie85]

Congratulations!!🎉🎈🍾

Could you please do fluff prompt 48 You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” with Tom and shorter reader?

Falling Star

1K Masterlist One-shot Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: It's Hollywood's biggest night and Tom is hoping to win more than just an Oscar. A/N: Part of my 1k Celebration and @the-slumberparty week 3 writing challenge: Something New. I've never written short-reader trope before. Thank you to @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA reader and @michelleleewise for some great ideas. I don't know how I could continue to write without your ladies' endless support 😘😘😘. And thank you to @huntress-artemiss for the request. Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Fluff Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Tom looked into the mirror as he rinsed the suds off his hands. Shaking off the excess water, he reached for a towel and dried them. He looked straight into his eyes, trying to keep the nervousness at bay.

It’s a big night for you. You’re going to do fine. You’re probably not going to win anyway, Tom sighed. Just focus on one thing and the rest of the night will go smoothly.

He ran his hands through his hair and pinched his bow tie one last time before he made his way out into the lobby. Focus on one thing, he repeated in his head.

These award shows always leave him a nervous wreck. He never expects to win. When he does, of course, it’s great, but then it brings on a whole new emotion of excitement and anxiety.

When he doesn’t win, it tends to be worse. He has to find that right balance of remorse and humbleness so that the media doesn’t portray him in an evil lie.

Oh, he could read the tabloids now, “And the Oscar goes to…, not Tom Hiddleston.” Or “Hiddles angry that he didn’t win his Oscar. Pictures and commentary on page 3.” He laughed about it internally, a smile on his face as he fixed his cufflinks.

“Come on man. Took you long enough,” Chris exclaimed patting his back. “I think they stuck most of us in the same row.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. It’d be nice to see some familiar faces again.” Tom recounted the last time he saw anyone from The Avengers movie. The movie that brought together and cemented the friendship of seven individuals.

“I think Scarlet wants you to sit next to her.”

“Oh no. Does she?” Tom fretted.

“What?” Chris wondered.

“She’s been trying to set me up with one of her acquaintances,” Tom rolled his eyes.

“She can be quite persistent,” Hemsworth laughed.

Tom sighed as he accompanied Chris across the massive lobby. The plush red carpet matched the dramatic drapes hung from the ceiling. At the end of the hall was a grand staircase leading upstairs to the auditorium's main entrance.

The two friends stood in line waiting to ascend the stairs as photographers and reporters lined the banisters calling out their names, hoping to get an interview. Tom tried to drown out the noise. He tried to focus on one thing before he went crazy, and his anxiety took over. Tom took a deep breath. Just focus on one thing, he chanted in his head.

He opened his eyes and focused on the first thing he saw, an intricate design of beadwork and crystal that was in front of him. Tiny gold stars were scattered on a black sateen gown. They clustered at the top hem of the dress and sporadically fell towards the bottom. The back of the gown was secured by a beaded pin of a crescent moon, gracing your bare lower back. The whole gown looked like star fall plummeting in the night sky.

“Chris,” Tom whispered. “Is this whom I think it is?” Tom stared hard at your graceful figure. Not once taking his eyes off you. Chris gazed hard at you trying to see whom Tom was talking about.

“Ayee...yup. Yes, that’s her.”

“Didn’t she win the Oscar last year for…”

“Yes. I believe she did.” Chris mused.

“Is she up for anything tonight?”

“I think she’s presenting, actually.”

You gathered your dress, preparing to walk up the imposing staircase. Looking around you making sure you were not going to trip on your own outfit, you held your left hand out to steady yourself as you took that first step.

Tom, sensing you needed help, took your outstretched hand. “May I escort you up the stairs?”

The sudden voice and unexpected contact must have shocked you. You looked up at him with a startled expression and a blush on your face. A small smile graced his lips as he noted the sparkle in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you whispered, as photographers flashed their cameras at your interaction. Tom held your hand firmly as you gathered the rest of your dress in your other hand. Focused on making each step, Tom held on to you tightly, becoming the anchor you needed in such a cumbersome gown. “They must have altered this dress three times already just for me. But they can’t seem to get the length right. Even with me in heels,” you admitted shyly.

Tom laughed, finally noticing the height difference between you two. He was so used to towering over everyone, he never really gave it much thought.  “Well, it looks lovely on you. You look beautiful tonight.” You looked up suddenly at his compliment. Heat radiating down your skin. Your eyes arrested his thoughts and hitched his breathing, making him at a loss for words.

“The…uh…the dress. The dress is quite beautiful. Oh, not to say that you’re not beautiful. You are! You’re beautiful. In the dress. Oh, God. Please tell me I haven’t botched this up completely?” He stuttered, hiding his face in his palm. You laughed and squeezed his hand.

You almost fumbled at the top step, if it weren’t for him holding on to you so securely. “Thank you,” you said once again, and he reluctantly let go of you. “Good luck tonight. I hope you win,” you said, cheering him on.

“Thank you. You, too. Me too. I-I mean I hope so,” Tom stumbled on his words. You smiled at him once again, heading inside, leaving him to stare after you.

“Smooth,” Chris said, clapping Tom on his shoulder. “Real smooth.”

“Ugh, I’m a complete knob!”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it. I don’t think she noticed,” Chris said laughing.

Inside, the auditorium was stuffy and pompous. Two hours of everyone with their forged smiles and mock interests. Scarlet did manage to get Tom to sit next to her. She mentioned a friend of a friend who’s a writer for a late-night talk show in Los Angeles. Tom tried his best to be courteous but not commit to anything serious.

Minutes. Hours. They seem to drag by as the night continued up until it was time to announce Best Female Performance in a Leading Role. Tom knew you weren’t nominated for anything tonight, but that didn’t stop him from wondering where you were.

Were you sitting somewhere in the audience with other nominees? Or perhaps you were backstage mingling with some of tonight’s winners. It wouldn’t be long now till they got to the category he was nominated for, which made him nervous.

The heat in the room suddenly increased tenfold and the noise of the audience started to echo in his mind. Their clapping died down as the winner was announced and accepted her award. Focus on one thing. Focus on one thing. He closed his eyes as he took a lungful of air in. Breathing slowly.

Exhaling, Tom opened his eyes and suddenly everything else disappeared. Every sound went silent. Every light dimmed, focusing on a central spotlight on stage. And all he could see was you.

You walked out, unaccompanied, to the soundtrack of your award-winning movie. Tom watched you carefully, knowing full well that you were anxious about your dress and stumbling. With a cool look and a smile on your face, you hid your anxiety about tripping. You demonstrated exactly why you were worthy of that Oscar last year. Carefully taking a calculated step toward the podium and ignoring your long, imposing gown.

“Last year, I was very fortunate to stand up on this very stage and accept the award for Best Female Performance in a Leading Role…”

Tom tried to focus on you, instead of the nagging anxiety that was wracking his brain. Your gown had taken on a different hue under the bright spotlights. It had turned to a rich navy blue. The sequences on the stars shone brighter, glittering to gather everyone’s attention.

“This evening will be another night of firsts for me as I present the award for Best Male Performance in a Leading Role.” Tom was awestruck as he watched you on stage. Your smile was charming, and your laughter was contagious.

Tom heard you say his name twice that night. Once when you were reading the nominees. And the next, when you announced that he won. Chris and Scarlett patted him on the back and tried to wake him from his stupor.

“Mate, you better get up there,” Chris whispered, hugging him on his way. Tom was mesmerized. He couldn’t believe that he won. His nervousness threatened to eat him up whole as he stood up and made his way onstage. He remained focused on you instead, clapping for him as he made his way up more stairs.  You handed him his statue along with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

All at once, he faced the audience and didn’t know what to say. “I- uh…” Tom held on to the statue tightly and looked back at you.  You gave him a reassuring smile and he found that your calming presence helped alleviate his anxiety. “I wasn’t expecting to win tonight. Forgive me, I had no speech prepared,” Tom continued as the audience laughed.

He concluded his speech with thanks to the Academy, other nominees, and his friends and family for all their support.  

After a rousing applause, he made his way to follow you off the stage. He’d hoped to escort you like earlier and have another intimate moment with you. As you turned, your foot caught on the front of the dress causing you to fall forward.

In a heroic move, Tom sprinted to your side and caught you. His arms wrapped around your waist as you turned right-side up. He lunged forward before you fell to the floor, cradling your head.

There was a collective gasp from the audience as they watched the scene unfold. A heated blush spread throughout your body.

“Are you all right?” he asked, alarmed.

“Oh, my God. Yes! Thank you,” you stuttered, holding onto his lapels tightly.

“Of course, darling,” he said as he helped you stand back up.

“You seemed to be saving me a great deal tonight,” you gave him an apologetic look as you ran your hands over your dress. Tom offered his arm, and you gladly took it, hoping you wouldn’t trip again. “Oh, God. I’m so embarrassed. I must’ve looked like an idiot out there.”

“Nonsense, you look magnificent,” Tom replied, kissing your hand.

Tom sat in the dining area of the hotel room. Bright morning light shone through the windows as he read the newspapers and magazines sent to the room, along with the room service. It seemed that all anyone talked about was your tumble from last night and how he caught you. Rumors began to spread as everyone gave their opinions on the matter.

“Did Hiddleston win more than just an Oscar last night?” “Secret Relationship: How long have they been together?” “Was it staged?” These were not the headlines he was expecting to read this morning. A small smile crept on his face seeing all the pictures from different angles.

A soft moan stole his attention as you wrapped your arms around from behind him. “Come back to bed.” You gently kissed his neck, and he could still smell the lingering perfume in your hair.

“I ordered breakfast for us, darling,” he said with a soft whimper.

“How very thoughtful of you,” you teased. Tom grabbed your arm and pulled you around to sit on his lap. He noted that you were wearing nothing but his dress shirt from last night. The sleeves were rolled up and the tails sat just at your knees. You were swimming in his shirt, a look that he was starting to like more and more. Your tousled morning hair reminded him of the carnal way you both took each other last night.

“…Unnhh…” you moaned as he hoisted you against the wall. “Take this infernal dress off me. Please.” “With pleasure,” he snarled.

You sat with your legs over the handrest of the chair as you picked up the papers and read them. A scowl formed on your face the more you read. “I’m sorry, Tom. All this over me falling. I didn’t mean to take away from your big night.”

“That’s quite all right darling. As far as I’m concerned they can keep reporting it all they want.”

You looked at him through your lashes. His tall frame and long arms surround you, cherishing you.

“Why?” you asked coyly.

“Because in every picture, I get to see that mesmerizing look on your face.”

“What look?” you provoked.

“The same look I had on my face when I caught you.”

“And what was that?” you giggled.

“Like you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

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[allthenobodyppl]

Title: Arousal Poisoning

Fandom: Loki TV Series

Rating: Explicit Smut

Relationship: Loki/Reader or Loki/Original Female Character

Other Characters: Mobius, B-15

This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius took Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet that had only one infrastructure – a prison that was supposed to house the galaxy’s most dangerous criminals. Every single criminal and prison guard had been executed and the prison ransacked. Mobius and Loki were supposed to investigate before the branched timeline collapsed, but a trap poisoned Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts…

Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex fanfic that can either be a self-insert, or an original female character, depending on your own interpretation.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54362926

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come on, england

'one look and they'll know' collection masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: about a year after 'a sizing mishap'

Summary: When the video director for Tom's promo seems uncomfortable with articulating the vision that was instructed of him, you step in to help things along

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: a tiny bit of dirty talk; little to no plot in this i just wrote it for the thirst [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: we're in a new era (reveal at the end author notes)

This feels familiar, you thought to yourself, watching Tom walk in front of the camera, wearing a white and blue jersey with the number 6 in the middle. He looked to the side of the camera, his eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a moment, before putting on his game face and returning his focus to the lens, looking like he was about to give a pep talk.

"Come on, England!" he exclaimed, with an enthusiasm that felt better suited for a stage performing Shakespeare. Fitting, considering how the target audience were to be sports enthusiasts that Soccer Aid wanted to attract and fill seats next Sunday.

The man behind the camera threw up his hand, scratching the back of his head as he shouted, "Cut!" It was obvious that while he had done a magnificent job, as always, this didn't quite fit with the vision they had in mind. "That was…great, Tom. Really it was. But maybe we could go again but this time a bit more…encouraging?"

"You mean like louder, yeah?"

"No actually maybe a bit…softer?"

Despite his efforts to keep his expression unchanging, you could see the questions swirling in Tom's oceanic eyes. You'd known him far too long that those minute changes no longer got past you. And long enough that you could wager a guess that the questions popping up in his head were the same as yours.

If they want encouraging, then that last take should have done it. It's the tone the sports fans respond to. It's their catnip.

But as soon as the director said, "Maybe like…soothing?", the real vision clicked into place. The target audience for this promotional video wasn't the sports fans at all.

"You mean seductive?" you spoke up from your seat, shifting your posture to cross your leg over the other and resting your arms on your knee. "Enticing?"

"That's--preposterous I would never--"

"Come on, you and I both know who you have in front of the camera. And the type of crowd you want filling in the rest of the seats of that stadium, it's okay. But see, he's not gonna give you the performance you see in your head if you keep trying to dance around the words," you explained, motioning toward both of them. "You want him to play it sexy, just say the words."

"I can't it feels weird, ma'am," he finally blurted out. "These were just the instructions relayed to me, that the feel should be--"

"Tantalizing," you finished for him, trying to hold back a chuckle at how his face reddened as he nodded. You stood up, smoothing your hands over the fabric of your navy blue jumpsuit. "Alright then, show me how to operate the camera."

You walked over to look at the instructions that he referred to, your skin prickling at the scrawled words of 'Make sure he doesn't show his left hand'.

'Bedroom voice pls', another one said in bright sky blue ink.

"I know that look, sweetheart," Tom spoke up. "Are you alright?"

You made your way to him, your shoulders immediately relaxing when he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you to him as he pressed his lips to your forehead. "Nothing we haven't dealt with before," you answered him, taking a deep breath and smiling at the comfort you felt from his signature citrusy leathery scent. "Now for this take…how about we try you walking into the shot? And then you stare the camera down while you say the line? Forget encouraging and just…"

Identical wide smiles stretched across your faces as you whispered a scenario to him that you believed could get his voice to where the organizers' vision wanted it to be. He slid his hand down the side of your body, giving you a playful little tap on the ass right as you walked back toward the camera.

The video director showed you how to start rolling on the camera then stepped aside to let you run the shot. "Ready, sweetie?"

He threw you a look that had you fighting not to squirm where you stood, answering you in that gravelly tone you were intimately familiar with. "For you, goddess? Always."

You positioned yourself squarely behind the camera, throwing up your hand to count him down to his cue. 3…2…1…Go.

Tom walked into the shot, his eyes meeting yours behind the camera. He took a breath, adjusting his stance to have his feet shoulder-width apart and placing his hands on his hips. His eyes roamed your features with the slightest whisper of the hunger and mischief that you were accustomed to when you were within the privacy of your home. And then he spoke, his voice low and raspy that it immediately brought your thoughts to that scenario you whispered in his ear minutes before.

Imagine that it's just you and me, sneaking in a quickie on the day bed in our study and failing because you're talking me into just one more round. Talking me into making more of a mess on you so we end up in the shower. Or the bathtub.

"Come on, England," he said softly, squinting his eyes at the lens. At you. And then he pursed his lips, fighting back the smile that threatened to follow through once he clocked how your eyes had glazed over, knowing exactly where your mind had wandered.

"Cut!" the video director's voice rang through the little studio, audibly more excited over the take compared to the last. "That was perfect, Tom. I think we got everything we need for your video." He rushed over to you, holding his hand out for you to shake. "You're phenomenal."

"That she is," Tom chirped up, taking his place by your side and settling his hand comfortably on your waist. "Always a blessing whenever we find ourselves able to work together."

"Have you ever thought of directing, Miss H? I'd be more than happy to share the co-directing credit on this with--"

"Ohh absolutely not," you cut him off, laughing the suggestion away. "Too much responsibility. Always happy to assist but I don't think I'll ever want that workload on my shoulders no matter what the scope or scale. I'm more than happy letting you sign this video off as fully yours. And those higher ups that left you those instructions would probably be very happy with you, too."

You saw how Tom craned his head to see the instructions that had been left for the video director, his hand tensing for a moment before his thumb stroked at your side, the motion soothing both of you.

"I'll let them know though that it wouldn't have been possible without your input, at least. Do you prefer Y/N H. or just Miss H?"

Oh I'm sure they'll love that, you thought to yourself, already imagining the bitter sneers this poor guy was about to witness. "You know what, just tell them Mrs. Hiddleston says 'you're welcome'."

A/N: Okay so we have 2 welcomes in this chapter…First welcome back to the Soccer Aid Collection. Apparently we're gonna have 2024 chapters added because I couldn't help myself so this thirst piece happened, and the chaos is probably gonna go down where I'm writing for both 2023 Soccer Aid and 2024 Soccer Aid at the same time because I am just…slow…lol

But anyways…welcome to the married era 😳🥹 I honestly have so much planned to get these blorbos to where they are right now, and I had a different chapter in mind to reveal to y'all that this is what we're working towards, but things happen, plans change…Tomathy walks out in that jersey with the long hair, gets me struggling not to say the d-word, and effectively derails those plans in the best way possible 😅🫡

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sleepy Mornings (Tom Hiddleston x reader request)

Tom Hiddleston x Shy!Reader Rated: PG13

Requested: Heyy, If you Take requests, Could i request a Tom hiddleston x shy reader. Them Waking Up together and cuddling and Kissing so basically fluffy?

AN: Just a short little drabble this morning <3

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Morning came with overcast skies and the pitter-patter of rain against the roof. It lulled you back to a comfortable doze as you turned, seeking more warmth as the cold humid air rustled the curtains. The floor near the window would be wet, rain slipping in from the opening but you didn’t want to deal with that yet.

Rain hadn’t been in the forecasts last night but you couldn’t be bothered to get up and clean the mess or close teh window. The bed was too comfortable in the moment. Instead of facing responsibility, you sought out the comfort and warmth in your bed. 

parting the sea of blankets, you scooted until you found him. As soon as your fingertips grazed his warm skin, you were drawn to him like a moth to flame. Your hand trailed up his abdomen and chest, running fingertips through the scattered hairs as you pressed yourself tightly into his side. 

“Morning, Darlin,” his voice was wonderfully thick with sleep. The weight of his arm settled around your waist, long fingers caressing the soft fabric of your nightclothes. 

“Sorry to wake you,” you whispered as you nuzzled closer.

“Was waking anyway,” he said, turning on his side and pulling you into his chest. “Feels like a day to stay in bed, admire the sights and sounds.” 

“What sights and sounds?” you couldn’t help but laugh as a yawn slipped out.

“The sight of you,” Tom said, pulling your face up so he could look into your eyes. “The sounds of you.”

“What?” Fire burned at your cheeks as you tried to hide your face, “Stop playing.” 

“I’m not!” He laughed freely as he rolled over you, caging you in with his body and the sea of blankets over you both. “It’s my favorite thing!” 

You protested as he kissed your hot cheeks, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses along your jaw before capturing your lips. He kissed you deeply, slowly, taking his time exploring your lips and drinking up the sounds of your sighs before falling back to his side, gathering you up in his arms again. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” You asked, eager to hide your head under his jaw. 

“I should be asking myself that,” Tom said, hands smoothing down your back. “I have the sweetest, kindest, most humble partner in my life. One who is willing to lounge in bed with me and listen to the rain, too.” 

“Shut up,” You whined as his legs tangled with yours. 

“Why?” He teased, “Am I making you blush?” 

His laugh was the best way to start a lazy day in bed. Days like this were far and few between but you were determined to soak up the moment. Bobby could wait to be fed for just a little longer. The rainwater could wait to be cleaned up for just a little longer. The day could wait to start for just a little longer. 

For now, you would stay wrapped up in Tom’s arms, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain and the beat of his heart as you both dozed in and out of sleep. 

Sunday could start in a little bit. 

~~~~~<3

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[lindsey-laufeyson]

Distractions- Chapter 14

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

As the door opened, Tom barely got out the word “hi” before you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, kissing him wildly. Despite catching him off guard, he didn’t falter for even a second. He gripped your ass tightly with one hand while the other pushed the door shut behind you, and then he pinned you against the nearest wall. You brought your hands up to cup his face while your lips and tongues hastily tangled together, little sighs and whimpers escaping your throats. 

Tom then moved his lips to your neck, sucking on that spot below your ear that made you positively gush. You gasped and moaned, instinctively grinding your hips against him. That was all he needed. Without even looking, he pulled his erection out of his trousers, grabbed a condom out of his pocket, and rolled it on. He then slipped his hand under your dress to find that you weren’t wearing any panties, and you were dripping wet. You let out a little whine when you felt his fingertips briefly graze your pussy and then retract. You were not disappointed for long however, when his fingers were replaced with the tip of his cock. He guided it through your delicate folds, gathering the wetness that had pooled there, before slowly pushing inside you. Practically in unison, you both let out shuddering breaths. You had missed the way he filled you up, perfectly stretching your walls. He kissed you deeply while pausing to let you adjust, but you began rolling your hips, desperate to feel him move inside you again. Clearly just as desperate, he immediately began thrusting into you, fucking you against the wall like a jackhammer while you clung to him for dear life. You clawed at the shirt on his back, breathy moans falling from your lips every time his cock hit that spot deep inside you. 

Tom’s grip on your thighs tightened as his hips picked up speed. You could hear his raspy moans gradually getting slightly higher in pitch as his hot breath fanned your neck. These were some of the little things you missed about fucking Tom. It was making your head swim, getting you ever closer to your peak until you finally snapped. Crying out his name, you dug your nails into his biceps while your back arched off of the wall. As your cunt clenched tight around him, his thrusts became more erratic until, with a loud groan, he came too. 

Once you started to relax, Tom’s hips jerked forward a couple more times from the aftershocks, low grunts vibrating in his chest, before he carefully placed your legs back down. You rested your hands and forehead on his heaving chest, and he, in turn, wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“That was by far the best greeting I’ve ever gotten from anyone,” he said with a breathless little chuckle. 

You giggled into his chest and then lifted your head and looked up at him with a sated smile. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” he cooed, brushing a hair out of your face and causing you to close your eyes and lean into his touch without even realizing it.  “How are you?”

You opened your eyes again with a sleepy expression. “Absolutely knackered. How are you?”

He gave another small chuckle, beaming down at you. “Better now that you’re here. Let me get your bags while you make yourself at home and relax.” After throwing the condom in the bin and tucking himself back into his trousers, he went and got your luggage which you left outside in your haste.

You looked around the house. The entryway led straight into a large lounge area with modern yet cosy furniture facing the floor-to-ceiling windows making up the opposite wall. Around the corner to the left of you was the kitchen, and past that was a small hallway leading to the rest of the rooms. The entire house was tastefully decorated with a mix of tropical and traditional Hawaiian decor. It was small, but very luxurious. 

You were standing in the lounge still admiring everything when Tom’s long, muscular arms snaked around your waist from behind while his lips grazed the shell of your ear. “I believe I told you to relax.”

You placed your arms over his and leaned your head back against his shoulder, your eyes falling closed. “I’ve been sitting for nearly 20 hours straight. I think I’m allowed to stretch my legs for a bit.” 

“I suppose that’s fair, but you look as though you are about to fall asleep on my shoulder right now. Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to bed?”

“Don’t be silly, Thomas,” you said with a yawn, your eyes still closed. “I’m much too tired to have sex again tonight.”

You felt his chest shake as he laughed softly in your ear. “Exactly. You need sleep, darling.”

“But I’ve only just gotten here,” you whined, turning your head to nuzzle into his neck. The smell of his cologne made you smile. A sweet, orangey musk. You missed that smell. 

“Come on, Sweets,” he said as he turned you around, took your hand, and led you to a bedroom down the hall. It had a king bed with a sage green duvet, a dresser, a large TV, and more floor-to-ceiling windows just like in the lounge. Next to the dresser, you saw your bags. “Unfortunately, this is the only bedroom in the house, but I was hoping that wouldn’t be a problem.” He winked at you, while gently rubbing his thumb up and down the side of your palm. 

You would have rolled your eyes if you’d had the energy, but you simply smiled. “I suppose I’ll manage.” 

“Wonderful,” he replied, smiling warmly back at you. “Now I have to finish cleaning up the kitchen, so I’ll leave you to get ready for bed.” He placed a quick kiss on your cheek. “The bathroom is across the hall. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?”

You nodded and sighed as he walked away, enjoying the view of his ass in those tight trousers. When he disappeared into the kitchen, you proceeded to get ready for bed. 

You changed into a silk camisole and matching shorts (which you admittedly bought specifically for this trip), used the loo, and brushed your teeth before climbing into the bed. You weren’t sure if it was just because you’d been on a plane for the last 20 hrs, but you swore this was the most comfortable bed you’d ever laid in, and despite wanting to wait up for Tom, you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

…

When Tom came back in the bedroom, the lights were still on, but there you were, already asleep. He leaned against the doorway and couldn’t help the idiotic smile that spread across his face. You looked so adorable lying there, sound asleep in his bed. He couldn’t have predicted just how happy he would be to see you again, and now he had you all to himself for an entire week. Before now, you hadn’t spent more than a day at a time together just the two of you, and suddenly you were on holiday together for seven whole days without any interruptions from either of your jobs. He’d never done this kind of thing with someone he was having casual sex with, but you were his best friend. He was so comfortable with you; it was easy, it was fun. The two of you could talk for hours at a time, yet you could sit comfortably in silence together, simply relaxing or reading a book. There was no one he’d rather have here with him. 

Tom quickly got ready for bed, turned off the light, and carefully and quietly climbed into bed next to you. He wanted to pull you in for a cuddle, but he didn’t want to disturb you, since you were clearly incredibly exhausted from the trip. It wasn’t long, however, before you rolled over in your sleep, your hand resting on his chest. With another big grin on his face, he put his hand on top of yours and fell asleep soon after. 

…

It seemed as though as soon as you closed your eyes you were opening them again. But now, instead of the artificial light of the overhead lamp, soft sunlight illuminated the room, and you were no longer alone. Tom was slumbering next to you, laying on his side, facing you. Your eyes trailed over his silhouette, admiring his large shoulder muscles and biceps. Unable to help yourself, you lightly traced the muscles with your fingers.

Tom’s eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you replied softly, scooting closer to him. 

He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer. “How did you sleep?” 

“Mmmm, amazingly well,” you said with a stretch as you draped your leg over his thigh. You could feel his morning erection pressing against your lower stomach.

He reached down and pulled your thigh up over his hip, then slid his hand back up to your ass, slipping it under your little silk shorts. “Are these new?” he asked, his eyes roaming over your figure in your brand new pyjamas. 

“Maybe. You like them?” 

“I do.” With a cheeky smirk, he quickly rolled you on your back and sat up between your legs. “But I don’t think you’ll be needing them this trip.”

Hooking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, Tom swiftly pulled them off of you, immediately after which, you yanked your cami over your head and tossed it aside. He looked down at you with hungry eyes, taking a moment to admire your naked body laid out in front of him. You might have been self-conscious had you not been preoccupied by your own view. It turned out that six weeks in Hawaii looked very good on the Adonis sitting between your legs. The light golden hue of his newly acquired tan perfectly complimented his muscular frame, which you could swear had gotten even more toned since he left. And then there was his ever-impressive cock, currently standing at attention and about to drip precum onto your stomach. You licked your lips as you watched the clear string of sticky liquid slowly stretch from the small slit at the tip of his throbbing penis directly down to your navel. Then his voice broke you from your trance. 

“I’ve thought about you everyday that I’ve been here,” he purred as he leant down, caging you in with his hands on either side of your head. “But somehow I still forgot just how gorgeous you are.”

You bit your lip as you felt your face heat up. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?” you asked coyly as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

His face was now a mere centimeter away from yours, his eyes darting to your lips. “More than I’d care to admit.” 

You lowered your voice to a sultry whisper. “So did I.” 

As soon the words left your mouth, Tom latched his lips to yours, kissing you hungrily. You hummed with pleasure when you felt his velvety shaft glide against your clit, up and down with a roll of his hips, but you wanted more pressure. You pushed him onto his back, rolling with him so that you were straddling him. Breaking the kiss, you sat up and leaned over to quickly grab a condom out of his bedside table and roll it on. Then you placed your hands on his chest, and began grinding on his cock which was sandwiched between your two bodies. He watched your face contort in pleasure while crooning moans fell from your lips. You felt his fingertips dig deeper into your thighs, as the hard column of flesh beneath you twitched. At this point it was slick with your arousal, making it easy for you to grind your swollen clit against it. You moved your hips faster, getting closer and closer to your peak. Knowing you were close, he licked his thumb, reached up, and rubbed one of your nipples. 

“Oh fuck,” you mewled. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Oh FUCK!” 

Tom’s eyebrows knitted together, his mouth agape as he watched you come undone on top of him. “Oh good girl,” he praised sweetly, though his voice was strained as if he was trying his hardest not to cum. “Cum all over my cock, sweetheart! Well done!” 

As soon as your orgasm subsided, you raised yourself up on your knees, nestled the head of his dick in your entrance and slowly sunk down, your cunt swallowing his huge, drenched cock. You watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, the vein in his temple popping out. 

“God I’ve missed you!” he groaned. 

You snickered as you leaned forward, your face hovering above his. “Are you talking to me or my pussy?”

“Both,” he replied, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you in for a ravenous kiss. Unable to help yourself, you rolled your hips, causing him to moan into your mouth. After a brief pause, you repeated the motion a few more times, revelling in the delicious noises he was making. When he finally couldn’t take any more teasing, he grabbed your hips, brought his knees up so that his feet were planted firmly on the mattress, and began fucking up into you. 

Your lips suddenly parted from his as you cried out. You buried your face in his neck as you gripped the sheets with white knuckles. Without warning, your second orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. You bit down on Tom’s shoulder, muffling your wails until your climax ebbed once more. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m close,” Tom panted in your ear. You had a feeling he could have cum a while ago, but one thing he prided himself on was his stamina. To reward him for it, you sat up and began riding him as fast and hard as you could. His expression turned to one of awe as he watched your tits bounce vigorously in front of him. 

“Cum for me, Tommy,” you said breathlessly, doing your best to keep your pace while you rubbed your clit simultaneously.

With a strangled groan, Tom’s back arched as his head craned back as far as it would go, the veins and muscles in his neck bulging outward. You squeezed your cunt around his cock, his pulsating shaft causing you to cum with him. Both of your moans filled the room until you finally collapsed on top of him.

You rested your head on his sweaty, heaving chest, listening to his heart racing, while he rested one hand on your back, and stroked your hair with the other. 

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Tom told you as soon as he could catch his breath again. 

You let out a weak laugh, still recovering from the intense workout you’d just gotten. “Once again, I have to ask if you’re talking to me or my vagina.”

His chest shook as he chuckled. “You, you silly girl! Though your vagina is incredible as well, but that goes without saying.” 

You giggled as you turned your head to rest your chin on his chest. “So, what’s on the agenda for today, loverboy?”

He put a hand behind his head to prop it up so he could look at you. “I was kind of hoping we’d spend the whole day in bed.”

“As tempting as that sounds, I was sort of expecting to actually see Hawaii while I’m here. Besides, I am in desperate need of food, coffee, and a shower.”

“Is that what I’ve been smelling?”

“Don’t be a dick, Thomas,” you exclaimed with mock indignation, giving him a playful swat on the shoulder. Suddenly the view out the window caught your eye. “Holy shit.” You hastily climbed off of Tom and went to the window, paying no notice to the hiss he made from oversensitivity as his cock slipped out of you. 

It turned out there was a very good reason for the incredibly large windows. The house overlooked the lush green hillside descending down to a white sand beach along a cyan colored bay. On the left side of the bay, you could see more steep green hills, and on the right a quaint little town, all below a clear blue sky. It was like something out of a brochure, and you were in complete awe of it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” came Tom’s voice in your ear. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bending down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been waking up to this view everyday,” you mused.

“My view waking up this morning was much better than it has been in a while.”

“Has the weather not been very good?” you asked, oblivious. 

He chuckled lightly. “Nevermind. Are you ready for that shower now, stinky?”

You gasped and shoved him away. “You’re one to talk!”

“Really? Are you sure about that?” he asked, furrowing his brow. He lifted his arm and smelled his armpit. “Hmm, I dunno, you better have a whiff.” He advanced toward you with his arm in the air, making like he was about to shove his armpit in your face. You shrieked and ran away. 

“You are disgusting, Thomas!” you yelled as he chased after you. You ran around the whole house screaming and giggling until you circled back to the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind you. 

“Oh come on, Sweets,” he called through the door, laughter still in his voice. “Truce?”

You started the water in the shower and then cracked the bathroom door open just enough to poke your head out. “Sorry, Tommy boy. I’m showering by myself now.” Then you stuck your tongue out at him before shutting the door on him once more.

“Okay,” Tom conceded. “But just so you know, I was planning on eating you out while we were in there.”

After only a brief moment of consideration, you opened the door, grabbed Tom, and yanked him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

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[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2023-12-31

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Jotun!Loki stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

❆ Ice Flower by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Jötunheim, home of the Frost Giants; where King Loki Laufeyson and his Queen Y/N Odinsdottir sit upon the throne and rule over the snowy realm. Together with their twin sons Áki and Váli, they live inside the royal palace."

❆ Snowflake￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by christinebloodwrittings • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Thor has to pay a visit to his bff the prince of Jötunheim, Jane tags along and… drags you with her…, little did you know who you were going to meet."

❆ Cold Hands by sinner-as-saint • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "...you've always hated the cocky, excessively flirty future King of Jotunheim. So when he shows up, as always, for one of Thor's parties on Asgard, the last thing you expected to do was hooking up with the arrogant Prince. "

❆ Fashion Changes by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Loki and you have been fighting the cold together for a while, but sometimes the outside whispers can get caught up in his head.

❆ Frosty Fancy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕

Summary: "Loki wasn’t sure what it was about her that made him want to spend more and more time in Asgard but he wanted to find out."

❆ Little Star￨Prt. II by dyns33 • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

❆ Lucky by fanficshiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Arranged marriage between Jotun Loki and a Princess. Their wedding night.

❆ Now and Forever by christinebloodwrittings • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: After giving birth you're just not the same anymore, specially after Jötun twins. So you offer Loki a night without compromise.

❆ Prince and the Servant, the by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: Loki Laufeyson, Prince of Jötunheim, after acquiring human servants from Midgard, falls in love with you, a Midgardian women. However, a prophecy…

❆ Worthy by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♡ •

Summary: Being in love isn't easy, especially when your beloved lives and rules a frozen rock on another realm.

❆ After the After Party by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Pride and Joy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

❆ Protective by starks-hero • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Shivers by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Size Queen by bakugousaysdie • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Sweet Little Thing by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Dating Jötun!Loki... by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Dating Frost Giant Loki... by witchthewriter • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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Authors: @bakugousaysdie || @christinebloodwrittings || @clandestineloki || @dyns33 || @fanficshiddles || @holdmytesseract || @ladyfluff || @sinner-as-saint || @starks-hero || @witchthewriter ||

[holdmytesseract]

Hello bestie!!

First of all congratulations for 2k!!🎊🎊❤ I absolutely loveee your idea of the campfire and I'm here for it 🙋🏻‍♀️

Character: Tom hiddleston

Song (505 by arctic monkeys) :

"But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye"

Maybe some angst with a happy end (?) Cant wait what you come up with!! Lots of love <3🤍🎀

Hard To Say Goodbye

Warnings: angst? fluff, dad!Tom!

Word Count: blurb

a/n: @muddyorbsblr helped me a bit along and inspired me, so this happened. I really hope you like it, friend! 💚

"You'll have to fly to Hawaii tomorrow?" You responded kinda shocked; trying your hardest to keep your focus on the road. From the other end of the line, you received a deep sigh. "Tomorrow, yes." You stopped at a red light and blew a raspberry into the heated air of the car.

"Evie isn't going to like this, babe... She really looks forward to spend the second week of the autumn holidays with us. Well, especially with you..."

Another deep, almost painful sigh escaped your husband's lips. "I know, darling, I know... It hurts me to the core, but I can't change it. I signed up to this. It's my obligation to be there. If I would've know that they wished to start shooting Skull Island in October, I would've planned things differently."

Hearing Tom's words caused you to feel bad as well. You didn't mean to blame him or wanted him to blame himself.

"Babe, please stop blaming yourself. It's not your fault. I'm just sad for our baby." "Me too, love..." Tom swallowed hard. "Did you pick her up already?" "No, I'm just on my way to your mom's." "Alright... I'll be home in about an hour as well. Then I'll talk to Evie, okay?" You nodded to yourself. "Alright. See you later. Love you, babe." "I love you, too."

After picking up your excited six-year-old and drove back home, Tom was already home as well. The light in the bathroom was switched on and the delicious smell of his aftershave, shower gel and cologne mingling in the air was proof enough. "Baby, I think daddy's home already from his gym session," you told Evie with a smile on your face as you helped her untie her shoelaces.

An excited gurgle left her lips. "I missed daddy so much!" You giggled; knowing very well that she did. Evie was a daddy's girl - from the very day of her birth. "I know, sweetie. I-" The sound of a door falling into it's hinges cut off your sentence.

Tom had left the bathroom.

Evie's eyes widened. She quickly and clumsily kicked off her shoes, "Daddy!" and stumbled to run around the corner. "Daddy!"

Tom had barely closed the door behind him, when he heard the sound of small feet against the wooden floor and his daughter's happy voice. A big smile stretched across the actor's face. He squatted down; still only in boxers, due to fact that he just took a shower and waited for Evie to run into his arms.

And she did.

"Daddyyyy!" The little girl with blond-brown locks squealed and threw herself in her father's arms. "Hey, sweetheart." Tom lifted her off the ground; hugging his daughter tightly and inhaling her scent. He had definitely missed her. "I missed you so much, peanut." Evie giggled and cuddled closer against Tom; wrapping her little legs around his bare waist. "I missed you, too."

Tom peppered her forehead and cheek with kisses, before he slowly let her stand on her own two feet again, but still squatted down to be on eye level with the child. "Did you have a great few days at granny's? Did you keep her on her t- Oh, hello, darling."

You had get rid of your shoes as well and decided to join the small family reunion - but now your body was struggling between suffering from an ovary explosion because of the cuteness Evie and Tom radiated together, or drooling all over your husband. Since he had to start training for his role as James Conrad in his upcoming movie 'Kong: Skull Island', he built up a lot of muscles - and now that he was almost naked, it really showed.

You swallowed; trying hard not to lose your shit in front of your daughter.

"Hey, babe."

Tom quickly picked up Evie again and walked over to you, in order to press a kiss on your lips. You threatened to burst.

"Daddy, can we go play? Nana got me a new doll for my tea parties!" Tom reluctantly broke the kiss and nodded at the girl on his arm. "Of course, peanut. You still have to tell me what you did together with granny. I just have to get dressed. Go already ahead, okay?" She nodded and happily jumped down the hallway towards her room.

In the meantime, you got your brain working properly again; remembering that you could have this handsome man all to yourself tonight.

You placed your palms on his muscular pecs. "You should really talk to her, babe..." Tom nodded sadly; arms enveloping your body. "I have to, I know." You cupped your husbands chiselled cheeks and kissed him lovingly. "I'll start dinner."

The rest of the evening was overshadowed by Tom having to leave for Hawaii tomorrow. Evie always hated it, when her father left the country to film, but in that very moment, it made her even sadder - and that didn't change no matter how much Tom tried to make it up to her.

And the next morning wasn't better...

Thick crocodile tears ran down Evie's face as she watched Tom packing his last few things. "Daddy don't go," she sobbed; clinging onto Tom's leg.

His heart broke all over again. He couldn't help himself but to lift her up in his arms again. She was getting pretty heavy now. After all, she wasn't a toddler anymore, but the Brit didn't care at all. She was his little girl and his fatherly instincts strong.

"I am so sorry, peanut. Daddy doesn't want to leave, but unfortunately he has to. It's his job, you know..." He pressed a kiss against her cheek and gently brushed her tears away with his thumb. "I promise you, that I'll call you every night for your bedtime story." Evie rubbed her red, teary eyes. "And before I go to school?" Tom nodded. "And before you go to school."

That reassured the girl at least a little bit.

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