#tom hiddleston parted fic

[smolvenger]

❤️Happy Birthday ❤️

🎉🎉🎉I hope you have a wonderful day 🎉🎉🎉

Please can I request a little blurb with Prince Hal and "touch her and you die" 😻😻😻

Thank you!

Why hello there! Thanks, I got a manicure and went to a bookshop and ate Italian food so it was great! And here is the blurb!

Rain Within Doors (Prince Hal x fem! Reader)

Summary: When the king falls ill, your betrothed, Prince Hal, returns.

Word Count: 1923

Warnings: some sexual harassment but the a-hole is saved in time, I try to keep it close to Shakespeare. Angst and fluff. I stole a line from Game of Thrones because it fit (the Shakespeare histories WERE kind of the Game of Thrones of their time minus the dragons and excessive exploitation of women)

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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

You waited anxiously and eagerly for your dear betrothed. He needed to hurry here. Things had all turned for the worse. 

Poor King Henry the Fourth was one minute at a table with all of you The Lord of Westmoreland arrived delivering the news of success in battle against Hotspur’s followers attempting to usurp the king. Everyone gasped. The lords who allied with Henry the Fourth were there- the Lord of Harcourt, Sir John Blunt, and others, all drooped their shoulders in relief. You, the younger two princes Thomas and Humphrey, The Lord of Warwick, and the King all smiled. The king shakily rose to praise Westmoreland

…then suddenly he began wheezing and fainted. 

Everyone gasped. Humphrey and Warwick met them on the grounds to give aid to the old king. Little Thomas cried for his father and you put him, your soon-to-be brother-in-law, in a hug, rubbing his back. 

“It’s all right, you know these fits happen often,” Warwick assumed, ever the voice of peace.

As the king came to, he was supported up. You were among the party to help settle him into bed. He asked the crown be placed on the pillow next to him with a raspy voice. And for musicians to play in the next room. Everyone complied.

You knew your betrothed had business in London. Even if it was in a bad place, he assured you it was nothing involving anything criminal (or whores) and that he would be back. The second eldest, Thomas, was dealing with the rebels with forces of his own and was on his way back.

“My lord, let me sit with you, so you need not be alone,” you offered, gathering a chair.

You had been sent here to marry the notorious Prince of Wales. Though you were nervous in this new castle, King Henry the Fourth was gentle with you. He welcomed you with a smile and open arms. The man who already considered you a daughter-in-law in his heart and the other princes saw you as a sister. He would let you dine with him and even play a little dice game with the family, smiling at you. Warmth on the face of the aged Bolingbroke- the lord who, long ago,  won the favor of the people so much it broke him out of exile and then thrust him into the role of king unexpectedly. Once Henry Bolingbroke, christened Henry the Fourth, wore shining golden armor as he rode on a horse. Paraded through the city as people threw flower petals at him.

Now how…weak he was! A shell of himself! Hardly the proud golden king anymore!

He reached out for your hand and you accepted it.

“Why-dear lady, I thank you. To think a pearl may be thrown to swine… to think my Harry should of all men be your husband…” he wheezed.  

“My lord, you must know- your eldest son has not….treated me poorly.” 

You didn’t know him well- the beautiful, fiery, mischievous, wild prince Henry- or Harry as called by his friends or family. Or Hal as those thieves and whores so affectionately called him.

This was to be a marriage for alliance and station, not of affection. When you arrived, you expected a frivolous, drinking, philandering Baccus. But Hal…. he was kind to you. He always smiled at you and called you sweet names. He was rumored to spend time studying in libraries more than drinking. One time, he found a romantic poem, copied it on paper, and gave it to you as a lover’s token. It touched you- who knew how he would fare as king but you felt he would make at least a decent husband!

“Just rest my lord, please,” you asked. The king indeed settled.

You walked out to the hallway to face the others. They peeked in and soon saw his eyes were closed, but he was breathing. The musicians in the next room played such calm, nearly dreamlike melodies compared to the anxiety storming inside of your being. 

Soon enough, the king settled into a deep sleep. You smiled a little- poor Henry the Fourth was a notorious insomniac, wandering the castle in the late hours from his racing worries. That should give him some relief and help with his sickness. 

But to think…here you were about to watch that old man die. Die before you could officially call him family.  

A couple of tears fell, and you walked out to the hallway staring out. It was a cold, bitter day. The winter chill stinging the glass window when you touched it.

But there was a sound- hooves.

When you leaned closer to the window, you let out a gasp. 

Hal was here in a long, beautiful black and red cape on a beautiful black horse as if he were about to rescue a damsel. And behind him a couple of others. You covered your mouth but felt a smile on your lips.

Picking up your skirts, you hurried down to the others in the outer hall. Warwick was hushing the two boys from talking too loud, to watch over the king in his sleep. 

“Humphrey! Thomas! He’s back!” you whispered.

“Who?” replied Thomas. 

They turned and then heard Hal’s voice asking for him. You and the others hurried there.

In the torch-lit hallway, your eyes feasted on Hal. The most beautiful man you had ever seen with the most deliciously fitted black velvet doublet, swooping off his cape with a gallantry that made your insides tingle.

He turned and went to you first.

“How now, My most fair lady?”

“Oh, much worried but cheered by your return, my lord,” you replied.

Hal’s eyes softened at you, then he looked at his crying brothers- Humphrey and Thomas.

“What- all of this rain in of door when it should be out of doors? How is the king?” Hal asked.

“ Exceeding ill” explained Humphrey sadly.

“Please be quiet, His grace is asleep,” warned the Lord of Warwick. 

Hal requested to see his father, and the lord of Warwick led him to the bed.

Everyone hushed and walked out to the other room, keeping quiet to give the king as much rest as he needed. Everyone worried. It was all so much- you needed some space.

With your heart calming, you went to one hallway, hugging yourself to look at how the moon shone over the winter evening through the windows. 

The Lord Harcourt went up to you. An older man with sharp cheekbones and a sharp chin, a pale face, and dark eyes. You only knew him as an ally and advisor to the king.  As you stood alone, staring out the window.

“Good evening, Lady Y/N.” he greeted.

“Good evening, my lord,” you replied. 

“You do look rather lovely tonight in the moonlight,” he complimented.

Already you felt uneasy. Alone with him, when all the others were fretting over the king. You began to take a step to return.

“You…you flatter me, my lord, thank you.”

Right as you turned, the lord reached an arm from his rich, velvet clothes and grabbed you.

“It seems a shame for such a fine lady to be wasted upon riotous Harry. I should have had you for my wife instead.”

“My lord, then wait until the king awakens and discuss it with him and announce you will-will-will court me openly like a gentleman,” you blubbered out, though you were starting to get scared.

He tried to sweetly, seductively brush your cheek but you had enough and swatted it away.

“Oh! The lady is a bit too cold, methinks.”

“And a lady is treated with respect, sir! My lord, please let me go.  I must attend on his majesty.”

“Your drunken oaf of an intended is waiting on him, who is going to stop!”

“But you are a fool! Please, let me leave!”

He backed you up until you were in a corner. Your heart pounded hard.

“Please- my lord, I swear, do not do anything that might insult my honor! I don’t want to-Please!” you cried.

“Then be not so fair and tempt a man to sin! And you have tempted me long enough. The one crown Prince Hal is deserving of is the Cuckhold’s horns.”

“Please, my lord- let me go!” you begged. 

To your horror, you felt a thin, clawlike hand reach for your leg under your skirt, then up, trying to lower your bodice to show your breasts. You squirmed, but one arm held you back.

“No, my lady. I want a see what I could be enjoying on our wedding night.”

He placed a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. Tears welled up in you. 

With a free hand, though it shook, you slapped him hard. 

His hand dropped. He was shocked you were going to fight back. You tried to flee when he grabbed you back, ready to drag you off and force you to strip or do more when-

“Release yourself from the Princess of Wales right now!” threatened your intended.

Hal hurried in and grabbed the lord. He then took out his dagger, pointing it to your attacker’s chest. You jumped off and went behind Hal.

“What- my lord!” the lord was shocked that dishonorable, silly Prince Hal was capable of this. Then he scoffed. 

“She is not yet your wife-” he argued. 

“She is your princess and soon- your queen!” Hal reminded him.

The Lord of Harcourt pointed to where you stood and backed away behind Hal.

“She’s-she was trying to seduce me! The Lady is nothing but a common strumpet”

Hal punched him in the face. You let out a gasp. The Lord nursed his cheek. But Hal kept his dagger up at him. You heard footsteps and murmurs as the others went into the room. The younger Lancaster brothers staying by you loyally. The lords turned pale and slack-jawed.

“You are not welcome in this court until after our marriage. And then you will have to beg to be let in. And If you ever lay a hand on that sweet lady again, it will be the last time you have hands!” Hal barked at him.

The Lord of Harcourt shook and then relented, bowing his head. 

“Now, flee. Before I decide to persuade my father to behead you when he awakes.”

The lord fled into the shadows, a few attendants seeing him out. The others asked after you, but it was Hal who boldly embraced you. It was quite intimate for court protocol, but when had Hal ever done what everyone expected?

 “He-He frightened me.” you choked out.

“You need not be frightened, my lady, you’ll be safe. Did he hurt you? Do anything?” Hal questioned.

“He groped my leg, and tried to take my dress off, but no more. You caught him before more could be done. I-I -I promise you, Hal, I never intended to seduce him in any way! Do you believe me?”

Hal clasped your hands in his.

“Why would I not believe my dearest lady?” Hal replied.

Full of emotion, you leaned down and kissed them. Hal’s mouth opened a little and he smiled at you. He cupped your cheek sweetly. 

The party returned to wait on the king. You saw Hal was pale, but you kept your hand clasped in his as you walked back.

For as uncertain as this time was, no matter what the next day or hour could bring, you had each other and could endure it side by side.

[lokis-coconut28]

@anyrisse My favorite feedback ever omg. I’m inspired🍦

A Green & Gold Sundae

A/N : Hello! Thank you so much for your patience on this one! Life got wild. Thinking about a Part 2?

I appreciate the love and support you all gave on Sports Bra! I hope you enjoy this one as well :)

Warnings: Food play, Smutttt, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

Summary: (Y/N x Loki) Insomnia leads to late night dessert with the God of Mischief. WC 2.3k

Masterlist Here

Toss, turn, repeat. Insomnia washed over you like a tidal wave dragging your mind into the sleepless abyss. You focused on the alarm clock atop the desk inquisitively - 12:18am, Sunday morning. With a discontented sigh you emerged out of bed in hopes of quelling your restless night. 

Meandering into the kitchen, you glanced over at the common room. Loki was nestled comfortably in the corner chaise, studying a leather bound tome reservedly in the soft light. Thor clad with headset shouted an incoherent threat at the television to a “NoobMaster69”. You quietly opened the refrigerator, scanning the shelves for a midnight snack, unaware of the eyes that were lingering on your form.

You heard commotion, rolling your eyes as you witnessed Thor throwing his headset on the ground. He tromped your direction, countenance mellowing as he spotted you rummaging in the ice box. 

“Y/N!” Thor beamed. “You cannot sleep? Up for playing a game with me?” 

You shook your head, declining, while grabbing a can of whipped cream from the door. You took the cap off and sprayed it directly into your mouth. 

“Nohhh fank youh.” You slurred, mouth full of froth. 

Thor chortled and snagged the can from you, dispersing a mighty tower of cream into his mouth. You jovially bantered, laughing whilst requesting, “Another!” 

“Of course!” 

You leant back, Thor squirting more cream into your mouth. Loki's eyes widened, subcontiously clenching the book in his lap. His focus sharpened in surveillance of his brother in such close proximity to you. He felt- no he couldn’t. He certainly did not feel jealous. 

“Loki? Want some?” You jocundly inquired from across the space, fracturing Loki from his envious thoughts. 

“Only idiots and fools play these witless games, mortal.” Loki venomously spat at you. He slammed his book shut, abandoning it on the chair, strutting with haste out of range down the hall. 

The joy you had exuded moments prior shriveled inside your heart like a dying flower. Loki had never spoken to you so harshly. 

Thor noticed your discomfort at Loki's insult. He leaned down and whispered, “He is adopted,” into your ear. You stifled a half-chuckle and smacked his large bicep. 

“Be nice!” You scolded lightheartedly, beginning to head toward your own room. 

There was a soft knock on your door, barely audible. You glimpsed at the clock and grumbled. 3:30am. Tony. Stark was notorious for recruiting you to work in the early hours. While you were grateful to be part of this team, briefing documents were the last thing you felt like reading in your insomniatic state. 

Moseying over to the sound, you swung the door open in exasperation, bracing yourself for Tony’s middle of the night assignment. You froze ice cold when you saw Loki before you instead.

“What brings you to my room, Laufeyson?” 

Loki winced internally at the tone of your words. You never called him that. 

“An apology. May I come in?” He said with an air of sincerity that riddled you with regret. 

Silently stepping aside, you observed Loki as he cautiously entered your room. His hands dwelled behind his back, arms tight to his sides. He loomed with the utmost formal, stiff posture. Your interest was piqued at his bravery not only to come to your room, but to also offer an apology. Core tightening at the sudden realization you were alone with Loki in the middle of the night, you listened to him intently as he began to speak. 

“Y/N… I owe you an apology for what I said tonight. How I spoke to you - it was harsh…” he shifted uncomfortably on his heels. “It’s just- it is not proper for royalty where I come from to do - well… fun things… Midgardian things.” Loki confessed in the tenebrosity of your bedroom. “And with Thor there… Well… He would tell The Warriors Three. I would never hear the end of it Y/N. Gossip spreads like wildfire in Asgard...” 

You could tell Loki was being vulnerable, something that did not come first nature to him. 

“...I find it difficult to let go of those customs. I am trying... So - if you would still have it… If the offer still stands…” he continued, revealing the can of whipped cream from behind his back with pleading eyes. 

You raised your eyebrows at him with a playful grin. “Really?” 

Apprehensively, he bowed his head in permission, handing over the canister. 

“Come here.” You giggled, seizing the can. You crawled onto your bed, scooching to one side. You tapped the mattress beside you twice, beckoning the God of Mischief to come join you. 

Following your lead, Loki tried to ignore the flutters in his stomach. Sitting next to you, he was painfully poised. Yet even in the late of night, he looked as collected and composed as he ever did, stature dripping with elegance. 

“Lean against my leg.” You hushedly instructed. 

Loki shimmied down low on the bed, resting his head carefully against your slightly bent knee. He looked straight up at you, seeking guidance. Allowing someone to have control of himself was new. Steadily, he rested his body perpendicular to yours. 

“Tilt your head back.”

You cradled his scalp and gently tugged his hair, encouraging access to his mouth. All traces of awkwardness melted away as he arched slowly into your palm. You admired Loki’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed, the new angle exposing his alabastrine flesh. Your eyes lingered, watching the heartbeat quicken in his strong neck, deep veins coursing like a sapphire river. You shifted your left leg slightly, arousal starting to stir from forbidden thoughts of your colleague.  

“Good.” You praised, loosening the grip on his obsidian curls. A small smirk formed on your lips. “Open up, please.” 

His breath hitched as he willed the tension in his jaw to release, slightly parting his mouth. He wet his lips with his tongue, allowing access for your dessert. Gently, you pressed the nozzle downward, forcing sweet cream to squirt from the star-shaped tip. Loki flinched, startled from the sound of the pressure that was built up in the can. You smiled reassuringly, sliding your hand down to support the nape of his neck. 

“It’s okay. Relax your body. It’s good right?” You soothed.

“Mmm-mmhmm. Another,” he hissed, mimicking your words to Thor earlier. A familiar burning swept over your stomach at his new inflection, laced with lust and possession.

Loki’s hands fidgeted near his groin, attempting to hide his arousal as you pressed down again. He allowed his eyes to fall shut, appreciating the feeling of you. The way you were cradling him felt so intimate. Your delicate hand holding him sent him to a state of tranquility he hadn’t felt in eternities… 

You made a large swirl in his mouth. Not nearly enough to make him choke, but certainly more than filling it. Loki’s eyes snapped open and glared at you in artificial anger. 

“I’m sorry… I had to do it.” You feigned your most innocent and apologetic look. 

Loki deftly dipped his pointer finger through the peak of cream in his mouth before consuming the rest. He tilted his head toward you, observing your expression. You were at ease with him. Peaceful and serene… Not afraid. 

Loki raised his finger to your mouth. He hoped this was not too forward of him, he hoped not to scare you away. 

Loki’s outstretched arm revealed the erection straining against his pants. His dormant hand began clenching his thigh as you bewitchingly leaned forward and sucked his finger clean of the foam, eyeing his visible arousal. Setting the can down and mindlessly draping your free hand on his abdomen, you felt his diaphragm rise and fall under your fingertips. A blush crept across your face at his hungry eyes taking you in. 

“Satisfied?” You questioned.  

Loki leaned in close to you, gently sitting up in one fluid movement. 

“It was quite good… However…” He tenderly rested his palm on your cheek, demanding eye contact.  “I crave something sweeter.” 

Loki ran seductive circles on your cheekbone, exalting the features of your profile, hesitating only for a moment's time. Forthwith, he captured your lips in a sultry embrace, comfortably fitting them between his own. You hummed in approval as you allowed him access to glide against your tongue. You both gave in to a sacred dance, tongues entwining in a passionate display of affection. Tasting each other, a heated frenzy between yourselves was created. 

Loki pulled away searchingly. He studied your face for any trace of protest. 

Coyly you lifted your lashes up at him, admiring the beauty in his irises. Being this close to him was enchanting. 

“Yes?” You chuckled. 

“I just - I want to be sure that was okay. I do not want to betray your trust, Y/N.” He whispered bashfully.

You pressed an affirming kiss on his lips, running your hand down his side. You spoke as you began to swap spots. 

“Lay on your back, Prince.”

Loki leaned backward as you knelt between his spread thighs. Slight panic was evident on his face as your new positions did not allow for him to hide the bulge in his trousers. 

And Gods. You were kneeling. His swollen cock throbbed at just the sight. 

“Spray it for me now… Your Highness. Spray where you want me to taste.” You mewled sweetly, looking for approval as you slid his sweater up. 

You drew a line with your finger on his exposed skin, bobbing your head once encouraging him to follow. Loki understood the instruction and sprayed a lawless line from his belly button to his sternum. 

You hovered over his sculpted belly, stalking the cream line. You slid your tongue over the messy map he had drawn for you, licking it from the top of his navel up to his chest. You planted a kiss on his jawline. Out of your peripherals there was a flash of green resulting in the disappearance of Loki’s pullover. 

“No cheating!” You playfully tugged his head back, massaging his scalp while he sprayed another line up his collarbone. You followed with a trail of kisses and sucks against his throat. He eased his eyes closed once more, letting his mouth drop open at your heated, sticky laps against the nerves in his neck.

“So- Sorry.. Y/N. No more cheating-”. You cut him off with a suction that was sure to leave a mark.

Cautiously, Loki drew a line down his happy trail. You locked eyes, licking the line up to his belly button whilst simultaneously pulling his bottoms down. He moaned in bliss as you placed a small peck above his pubic hair, continuing to tug the trousers down at a sinfully slow pace. His penis sprung free, dripping with pre-cum. You watched him pulsate as he gracefully drizzled a crown of whipped cream on his tip. His pupils dilated, dark in anticipation. 

You thumbed Loki’s hip bone, drawing an invisible heart shape on his sensitive skin. His stomach flexed involuntarily at the contact. The corners of his mouth curved upward, noting the shape you had chosen. 

“Command me, Loki.” You instructed him, sensually. “What do you want, Prince?” 

“Suck, Pet.” He demanded, firm, yet lovingly. Obediently you leaned down and sucked the mix of whip and precum from his cock. Pleasure surged from his base to his tip as your cheeks hollowed. 

“Another?” You sexily teased.

Loki let out a grunt of ecstasy and relief. He had been jealous of that word only hours ago, but now, how you said it to him, it was utterly intoxicating. 

Tasting his silky knob, your saliva ran down Loki’s length. You pumped your hand, gliding up and down with a rhythm so divine not even magic could mimic the sensation. Loki looked down at you, working sweetly between his legs. You were absolutely delicious. His cock trembled, threatening release as your mouth and grip repetitively jerked his most private anatomy. 

One hand stroking in pattern on his shaft, you allowed the other to gently fondle his testicles. He jolted forward into your mouth, relishing at the contact,  feverishly humping upward.

“Y/N…” Loki panted. You tugged his scrotum, massaging each nut gently. Your eyes flicked up to the Prince’s hand clasping your duvet. You could tell he was dangerously close to the edge. Watching his chest rise and fall at a rapid pace, you hummed at the taste of his precum, taking him further to hit the back of your throat. 

“Gods - Y/N…” he mewled . “Fuck! I’m - I’m going to cum Y/N…” 

You winked at him as you rolled your tongue sweetly over the hole that was begging for relief. Relentlessly, you pumped and sucked Loki off, taking delight in his sugary taste. His body began to quiver, commencing his inevitable orgasm. 

Loki’s hips lifted off the mattress, eyes squeezing shut tightly as his body bucked and vibrated. The intensity of pleasure washing over him as he expelled his seed into your mouth caused him to exhale a libertine moan. You supported his raised back with your hand, rubbing in encouragement as he let go, messily suctioning along with every shake and spurt of release. Tears of euphoria pooled in his eyes as he allowed you every last drop of his ejaculate. Once you were sure his release was complete, you swallowed Loki’s load. Sliding up next to him on the bed, you gently curled to his side, listening to his respiration. 

“How does Midgardian dessert compare to Asgard’s?” You perked your eyebrow at him. 

“Well, I have only had one Midgardian dessert.” He breathlessly purred against your ear. “And I think it may have caused me to develop a sweet-tooth.”

A long morning of dessert education was paved before you both, with Loki accepting your offer of a cherry on top, next.  This was your favorite Sundae.

Thinking about a part 2 to this...

[kjupchurch-xx]

You're Mine (request on Tumblr for a jealousy filled fic featuring Tom Hiddleston)

WARNING: For those that do not like SMUT, I'm sorry, you can skip this one. This is a request I got on Tumblr and I do honor all requests... within reason, LOL. 

Today was Hugh and I's third anniversary. The last three years have been amazing to say the least. We met five years ago when I'd stumbled into his coffee shop, Laughing Man Cafe, a coffee and tea shop he owned, located in New York. Hugh had stopped in to sign autographs and meet a few fans, I'd stopped in for a coffee, not realizing Hugh Jackman owned it. 

We began dating shortly after, getting married two years later. I'd always been extras in films, but he'd help me kick start my career as being a lead in some smaller films. I was always apprehensive about doing bigger films, so I strayed away from them. Hugh would spend hours going over lines with me to prepare me for various roles over the last few years. I checked my email noticing a script my manager sent over to me. It was a bigger film, of course and I had managed to get the part after a stressful audition. I didn't bother reading the script before auditioning, but I knew it was a rom-com with Tom Hiddleston, who was well known for playing Loki. 

"Holy shit." I mumbled, reading over the script. Hugh looked over at me from the opposite end of the couch, wearing his glasses, "What? Did you get dropped?" He asked concerned. 

I rolled my eyes, "Why do you automatically assume I was dropped from a film?" 

He chuckled, "What's with the 'holy shit' reaction?" He sat his laptop down, scooting beside me to see my phone. 

I took a deep breath, "Uh, well... There's a sex scene with Tom and I." 

He shrugged, "It's just acting, babe. You'll do fine. Sex scenes are fun to film."

I cocked my brow looking at him, "Really?" I asked sarcastically. 

He laughed, shaking his head, "I don't mean it like that. They're awkward. You're wearing these little bags and cover-ups, stimulating sex for hours. It's weird, but the key is to make each other laugh." 

He would know. He's the man that's always down for a good sex scene. 

I continued skimming the email, "Holy fuck! We're filming it at 5." I said mentally face palming as I jumped up to grab normal clothes, rather than the sweats and over sized t-shirt I was wearing. 

Hugh looked at his watch, "Oh fuck, it's 3:45 now. Let's get ready and I'll take you. Tom's a nice dude, you'll be fine, baby." He said as he jumped up to change out of his comfy clothes. 

As we got ready and jetted out of the door of our home in NYC, we flew through traffic and made it to the set with 10 minutes to spare. When we arrived on set, I was greeted by my manager, Tom's manager, Tom and a few of the film crew. 

"Ooooh, she brought Wolverine with her, Tom. You better be careful." one of the cameramen teased. 

Tom chuckled, "I'm always careful." as he made his way to Hugh smiling, "Nice to see you again, Hugh." 

Hugh smiled, "Hey Mate, nice to see you."

The director walked over to us, "Okay Jackman, as much as I love your beautiful ass, you're not in my movie. Get off the set." She teased. 

Hugh laughed, throwing his hands up, walking towards the side of the set, "You knew it would cost too much to book me." he said jokingly. 

Tom and I sat in the middle of the set with the director as she explained the script and how she wanted the intimate scene to take place. "So, we're going to get you two ready for the shot, you'll both be wearing cover-ups, so you won't actually be naked, but you'll appear naked to the audience and to the cameras." We nodded in agreement. "Whenever she comes in, I want you to pin her to the door in a full on make out with second base type thing, but you'll both still be clothed for that scene." 

We nodded, "Alright." we said in unison while going our separate ways to get into our character outfits. After about 30 minutes of changing and fixing our hair, we met back on set. A door separating us. This was my first time doing an intimate scene in a movie. I'd had brief kissing scenes over the years, but nothing to this level. I could feel my anxiety building as I took a deep breath, staring towards the door. 

"And, action!" The director yelled, slamming a marker. 

I grabbed the door, pushing it open to be met with Tom, grabbing me and intensely shoving me against it, pushing his lips onto mine. The kiss was deep, it was messy, there were shots where you see his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Tom wasn't a bad kisser by any means, I will say that. The director decided the scene wasn't her favorite and wanted to re-do it two more times afterwards, wanting Tom to be more aggressive each time we'd kissed. 

I glanced over to Hugh, who was on the sidelines, playing on his phone. I could tell he was getting annoyed, but being the professional he is, not wanting to show it. Tom shook me from my thoughts, "You know, kissing you is pretty fun." He said, winking at me. I chuckled, not wanting to cause issues, but also shaking off the uncomfortable feeling his flirting was giving me. Hugh is typically not a jealous man, but I knew if he overheard the flirting, he'd knock this dude's teeth out and make sure he never did another Marvel movie again. 

On the third shot of the kissing scene, I felt Tom's hand brush slightly across my breast. Not enough for me to really react, but enough for me to know he did it. Not knowing if this was truly a coincidence, I shrugged it off as we went to get ready for the sex scene. I was completely naked, besides a small skin colored cover-up that literally only covered my vagina. Tom was wearing a skin colored bag that hid his dick. 

We wrapped ourselves in robes while we weren't filming to meet the director as she explained how she wanted the sex scene to go and what her expectations were. This was my first big film, and I knew if I wanted to score a good career, I had to sell it regardless of how I was feeling. As we made our way to the bed and stripped our robes, we both laid on the bed, under the comforter. The director wanted Tom on top of me, so he climbed on top of me and looked me dead in the eyes. I couldn't force myself to look over at Hugh, so I blocked him completely out of my brain and continued looking at the guy that was on top of me. 

"And, action!" The director yells, slamming her marker. 

Tom looked down at me, "Is this what you want?" He asks seductively, moving his hips in a motion as if he were positioning himself to enter me, throwing the comforter off of us, revealing our naked bodies. 

I moaned, biting my lip, "I want you." 

Tom stimulated his hips as if he'd slammed into me while I stimulated the scene to make it look as if I were matching his thrusts as both of us moaned. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and began sucking on it while still pretending to thrust into me while I drug my fingernails down his back and cried out his character's name. 

The scene in the movie only showed the sex for about two minutes, before cutting to a scene of both of us cuddled in bed talking about how we couldn't let our spouses find out about what we'd done. 

Tom giggled, "We can't let them know. This needs to be our dirty little secret." 

I smirked, "I know, I know... But you fuck so much better than anyone I've ever been with. He'll be out of town working all week anyways." 

Tom leaned down, kissing my head, holding me, "Do you know how long I've waited to do that? How hard it is being around you two and having to hide how hard my dick gets when you're around me... We're horrible people." He chuckled. 

I rolled my eyes, "What they don't know won't hurt them." I said as I playfully trailed my fingers down his stomach, "I want more..." I said seductively. 

"Cut! That was perfect, guys!" The director exclaimed, running towards us with our robes. 

Filming for the day had ended and I hadn't looked at Hugh in hours. I was too afraid to. I know this is what actors do and he knows good and well how acting in films can be, but something in me felt like this was going to be a disaster. As I put my normal clothes back on and told everyone bye, I noticed Hugh was outside on his phone. He looked pissed.

I walked up behind him, wrapped my arms around him, "I'm finished, baby. Do you want to get dinner?" I asked sweetly. 

He glanced at me, ending the phone and walking to get in the car, "Not hungry." He grunted. 

I opened the door of the car, awkwardly getting in, "We're going home." He said coldly. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, reaching for his arm, only to have him pull away. 

He kept his eyes focused on the road, "What's wrong, love? You won't even look at me." I said, starting to tear up. 

He scoffed, "What's wrong? You enjoyed that! You were really getting into that wannabe Wolverine motherfucker all over you!" He spat. 

My jaw dropped, "Excuse me? What are you talking about? I was doing my job, Hugh!" 

He laughed annoyingly, "Really? Your job wasn't to look like you were shooting a motherfucking pornography movie. It was to do a two minute sex scene and you took it too fucking far with him. Do you want to fuck him that bad?" 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was he really that jealous by me doing a sex scene in a movie he told me to audition for? 

I shook my head, "What are you talking about right now? I did exactly what the director asked me to do." I said in defense. 

He looked at me, "Really? Do you realize how fucking heartbreaking it is to watch a younger man, closer to your age all over you, sucking on your tits? Then you're both talking about good thing our spouses don't know. You know you were turned on by it. I know you."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever, Hugh. Just get me home before I start walking. I'm seriously about to get out of this car." 

He scoffed again, "Yeah? Go ring Tom, I'm sure he'll pick you up." 

As we got home, he hopped out of the car, making sure he slammed the door and every door inside the house. He was being dramatic. Does seeing me stimulating a fake sex scene with an attractive actor that's younger than him bother him that badly? I'm literally doing what he does with other women, well maybe not that extreme, but does he forget that I have to see him kissing or flirting with other women onscreen in almost every movie or interview he does? I mean shit...Excuse me for just furthering my career. 

As the night went on, he seemed to calm down. I found him playing his piano, looking lost in his own thoughts. I walked towards him, "Are you finally calm?" I asked bluntly, bracing myself for the reaction. 

He shook his head cheekily, "I'm fine. Do you want to have a cuddle in bed?" He asked, smiling at me.  

I nodded, "Of course, love." I said, while grabbing his hand, leading him to our bedroom. 

As we approached the bed, he pushed me down, kissing me aggressively, biting and sucking on my bottom lip as if he were going to literally gnaw it off. "You really think he's better than me, huh?" He mumbled against my lips, causing me to roll my eyes. 

I brushed the comment off and continued the kiss, "Answer me." He growled while pushing his boner into my hips. "No..." I said lowly. "No, what?" He spat back, pushing himself further into my hips. "No baby, I don't." I said, looking up at him. 

"I sat on the side and watched him practically fuck you and touch you for hours. Do you know how fucking bad I wanted to rip his face off for touching my wife?" He asked as yanked my shirt off. "Watching him suck on your perfect tits... You're mine, do you understand that?" He said while pulling my pants off, leaving me in my bra and underwear. 

I nodded, "Yours..." He sat back up pulling his own clothes off as he climbed back on top of me, pulling my panties to the side, shoving his fingers inside me, while sucking on my neck. "This is my pussy." He whispered into my ear as his fingers danced inside me. 

I couldn't help the moan that escaped from my lips, "Oh fuck... Baby, don't stop." I moaned, while reaching for his boxers. "I want you." 

He pulled them down, revealing his hard cock, "You want me? Are you sure you don't want Tom?" He asked, cocking his brow at me as he rubbed my clit. 

I nodded, biting my lip so hard I could taste blood, "You're the only one I want..." I said as I reached for his cock, wrapping my hand around the length. 

"Show me." He said, pulling me on top of him. I slid down his frame, kissing every inch of his torso as I made my way down to his manhood. I felt him place his hand on the back of my head as I took him into my mouth. I sucked hard on the tip while letting my hand work the base as I felt him start roughly thrusting into my mouth as he threw his head back, his moans filling the air. 

"That's a good girl. Show me how much you want my dick." He moaned, as I began bobbing my head quicker taking his rough thrusts deep into the back of my throat. 

This was not like Hugh, but I was loving every minute of it. It almost makes me wish I'd taken more opportunities to push his buttons. I could feel him throbbing in my mouth as he pulled out not wanting to cum just yet. He glanced down at me, motioning for me to get on my knees. 

I did as I was told as I felt him push my panties to the side, entering me. His thrusts were fast and rough, not the sweet, romantic I was used to getting. He slapped my ass hard, "Is this what you wanted?" He grunted, "You wanted this cock, you don't want anyone else's cock, do you?" He gave a deeper thrust, "Answer me or I'll stop and you can go ring Tom instead." He yelled. 

I threw my head back, trying to form words as the feeling of euphoria overtook my body. "Fuck! Don't stop!" I managed to scream between moans, "I only want you." I said, trying to not let myself go this soon. 

He grabbed a handful of my hair, turning my face to look at him, "This is mine. All mine." He moaned. I could tell he was getting close, I could feel him throbbing inside me. "Cum for me, baby. Let me see how good I make you feel." He said while tugging on my hair. 

I let go and exploded on him, literally falling down to the bed as I felt him cum deep inside me. He collapsed beside me, breathless. "Do you feel better now?" I asked him chuckling, sounding a bit amused while trying to catch my breath. 

He chuckled, "I do. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked sweetly. 

There he was... There was my sweet baby. I smiled, "You didn't hurt me in a bad way, if that's what you're asking. Maybe I should make you jealous more often." I joked.

He laughed, pulling me closer to him, "Maybe so, love."  

[jiyascepter]

───── May

So I decided that I should be making my monthly reading lists to promote some fellow writers even more, even if one person reads a fic from here it would change something, wouldn't it?

(idk if tumblr would let me tag so many writers at once, but the links to fics work so pls check out their profiles too!)

And also if I ever want to reread them it would be easier to find 👀 I'll try my best to make these lists every month ✨️

So here are some lovely fanfics I've read this month, please make sure to give them some love by commenting or reblogging, it means a lot to us writers 🤍

Fluff: 🥰 | Angst: 💔 | Hurt/Comfort: ❤️‍🩹 | Smut: 🔥 | Dark: 🖤 | Humor: 😆

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Loki's Island Fever [Avengers!Loki x reader] | ongoing 🔥😆

@vbecker10

Talk to Me [Loki x f!reader] Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 is wip | ❤️‍🩹🥰

@lokischambermaid

From The Horny Misadventures of Nomad Steve:

Disciplinary Action [Nomad!Steve Rogers x Agent!reader] 🔥

Positive Reinforcement [Nomad!Steve Rogers x Agent!reader] 🔥😆

@lokisgoodgirl

Distractions [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Like a Queen [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Also check out her upcoming series : The Rite

@buckys-wintersoldier

His name, his property [Dark!Steve Kemp x f!reader] 🖤🔥

Glazed (donut) Holes [Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x girlfriend!reader] 🔥

Teasing [Dom Bf!Bucky x Sub gf!reader] 🔥

Little Perv co-written with @lanabuckybarnes [Stepbrother!Bucky Barnes x Stepsister!Reader x BestFriend!Steve Rogers] 🔥

Bucky Offers You a Better Job [CEO!Bucky x Assistant f!reader] 🔥

Domination [SoftDom!Bucky x Sub!reader] 🔥

How Love Works [Ransom Drysdale x reader] 🥰

@foxherder

Loki imagine (based off The Avengers) [Loki x reader] 🥰

@vbecker10

Help you bear it [Loki x f!reader] ❤️‍🩹

You Can't Hurt Me [Loki x f!reader] ❤️‍🩹

What Prank? [Bucky x f!reader] 🥰😆

Running Into Trouble [Loki x f!reader] 🥰

Whatever It Takes [Loki x f!reader] 🥰 slight🔥

The Dress [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Don't Forget [Loki x Disabled Female reader] 🥰❤️‍🩹

@loki-cees-all

Keeping Score [TVA!Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@sarahscribbles

Vanilla and Honeycomb [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@bookishtheaterlover7

How Long Could We Be a Sad Song? [Chris Evans x Secret Girlfriend!Reader] 💔

@muddyorbsblr

Curiosities [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@mischiefmaker615

Feral [Frost Giant!Loki x f!reader] 🖤🔥

@buckets-and-trees

Give Up [Alpha!Bucky x Fem Omega!reader] 🔥

@simplyholl

The Interview [Rockstar!Bucky x f!reader] 🔥

Truly Desperate [Loki x f!reader] 🔥😆

@lulubelle814

The Accident and the Misunderstanding [Tom Hiddleston x Reader] 💔🥰

@sergeantbarnessdoll

You Stayed [Steve Kemp x reader] 🥰

@buckysdarling

If You Wanna Come, Give My Brother Some [Steve x reader x Bucky] 🔥

@mrs-illyrian-baby

No Sacrifice Without Blood [Vampire!Loki x reader] 🖤🔥

@divine-knight-hand

A Show Of Temptation [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

So yeah these were all the amazing stories I read this month, make sure to give these a read ! Also if you have any fic recs please let me know ;)

[rems-writing]

IT's the holidays with You

》 Pairing: WooSanSang x gn!reader 》 Genre/Trope: fluff/strangers to lovers 》 Wordcount: 2,056 words 》 Rating: pg-13

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Hey there @jisungchan ! It's me! Your secret Santa :D

I hope you enjoy this fic. Happy Holidays to you and may the new year bring you so much love and happiness

Spending Christmas with someone you knew was your soulmate was strange to you. Now add two more soulmates into your life and boom. You were in for a whirlwind of mischief, tears, and most of all

Love. 

Your story started out pretty normal. Sort of. You were hired as a makeup artist for Ateez. You have done makeup for thousands of celebrities prior to joining KQ’s staff. From r&b singer Kehlani to A-list actors & actresses like Florence Pugh, Tom Holland & Zendaya (Hollywood’s it couple), and Tom Hiddleston. You didn’t know why an idol company sought out someone like you, but you weren’t one to complain. You actually liked Ateez and the music they put out. 

You couldn’t stop bumping Deep Dive on your stereo. 

When you arrived in Korea, you were immediately escorted by security guards out of the airport and into a van that soon drove off to KQ Entertainment. You didn’t realize how strict security was until you arrived at the building itself. However, you remained calm. You figured it was protocol so you didn’t put up a fight. You got into the building with ease and you were introduced to the entirety of Ateez. 

Were you fangirling and dying inside?

Yes. 

Did you have to keep your cool in order to maintain professionalism?

Yes. 

After all, you were not about to mess up your first day. If you got hired of course. 

According to their manager, you would undergo a series of beta tests and trials in order to train you and pick apart your brain on how you are able to handle things when there is pressure involved. Ateez made a big name for themselves and you were a witness to it all. You would make sure they looked their best. Although, if you had to be honest with yourself

These fine ass men looked better without makeup. But alas. A check is a check. 

And you were not about to shy away from it. 

Long story short, you passed all the tests and trials, landing yourself a permanent spot in KQ’s staff. Everyone congratulated you, including Ateez. Out of the eight members that celebrated your success, there were three in particular that went above and beyond to make sure that all your hard work paid off. 

That was Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung. 

When they first saw you, they were blown away by the fact that someone like you, who has made American celebrities look their best on stage or on the red carpet, was hired to be a part of their humble team. They were afraid that they wouldn’t be up to your standards. However, after sitting down and getting to know you a bit more, they realized that they were worried for nothing. And so, a friendship blossomed between the four of you. Of course, that was short lived when one of the three boys fell for you. 

Unsurprisingly, it was Wooyoung. 

Fortunately for him, you felt the same way. You two started dating for a few months before the next boy walked up and confessed to you. That boy was Yeosang. Of course, Wooyoung was ok with it. The two were best friends and due to their strong bond, they didn’t let their feelings for you get in the way of that. You were a bit skeptical at first. It’s already difficult to juggle a relationship with one idol, especially in your line of work. However, you guys were still together. In addition, Wooyoung was comfortable and confident enough to let you go ahead and date Yeosang. So now you are dating two idols.

You definitely weren’t complaining. 

There was one more boy that was the last to fall for you. And it was San. This one was proven to be more difficult than Yeosang. Every time you were around San, you just wanted to keep things professional with him. At first, San figured you’d need time to warm up to him. Then again, you warmed up immediately to the other members. 

What was so different about him? 

When San first heard about your relationship with Yeosang and Wooyoung, he was ok with it. He thought that you just needed more time to settle in before he jumped the gun and confessed. However, that flew out the window when he accidentally overheard you talking to some of your family back home over the phone. 

“San? Nah. That man lowkey scares me.”

San felt his heart break when he heard you say that. He was so heartbroken that he left the room and went back to his shared dorm with Seonghwa and Mingi without even hearing the rest of what you said, which was something positive. Long story short, miscommunication results in a discord amongst the idol group and the staff. Being a person that doesn’t take bullshit, you pulled San aside and asked him what was going on. 

“You don’t crack small jokes with me, you avoid me like the plague, and you requested to change makeup artists! Seriously. What is going on?”

San couldn’t lie. Seeing you upset almost made him fold. The last thing he wanted was to upset you. Then he remembered what you said about him and his softened features reverted back into a scowl. He tried to push past you, but you were blocking his path. 

“Y/N, move.”

Oh? He wanted to act cold and petty? Fine. Two could play in that game. You huffed and crossed your arms. You laid it down for him. If he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore, you were fine with that. You were not the type of bitch to beg him to stay. All you asked was that he remained respectful and that he should not put up a fight if you were selected to do his makeup for him since they couldn’t find anyone else. San resisted the urge to roll his eyes because he also knew you were the type of bitch to mess him up if he was rude. With a firm nod, he exited the room with a heavy heart and a heavier urge to cry. 

Why must life be so hard?

Long story short, he had enough and apologized profusely for acting so indifferent around you before telling you the truth on what happened. You sighed in frustration and San was afraid he messed up. He sighed with temporary relief that you didn’t mean to say it like that. Of course you wanted him as well. Sadly, they couldn’t date since some random staff member threatened you to stay away from San or else she’ll expose you for… whatever. You didn’t take her seriously and you honestly had enough of people scandalizing you over nothing so you put your foot down, instilled the fear of God in her, and left it at that. 

To say that San was shocked was an understatement. What was this?

 Some weird fanfic he accidentally stumbled upon after he made the mistake of discovering Tumblr? 

At least you weren’t scared of this staff member’s seemingly empty threat. However, it broke his heart even more to know that this person was the reason why he couldn’t have you. He decided to take matters into his own hands by reporting this incident to the CEO. Fate was on his side when he heard that she was fired the next day and that you were able to breathe easily. It also encouraged him to say how he truly felt. 

Needless to say, you were now dating an entire sub-unit. And you couldn’t be happier. 

“WOOYOUNG, GIVE ME BACK THAT SPATULA OR SO HELP ME!”

Wooyoung giggled and kept running around the apartment while you were on his ass. San sighed as he saw the two of you horsing around while Yeosang was confused. San then gave Yeosang a silent look before the two men separated to grab the two of you. Yeosang threw Wooyoung over his shoulder and grabbed the spatula from him before handing it to San, who had you hoisted over his shoulder. He set you back down in the kitchen before eying the various ingredients and huge bowl of cookie batter near the oven. A tiny smirk was on his face, but before he knew it, the back of his hand stung. 

“OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”

San pouted and you sighed. This human personification of a cat was not about to use his puppy dog eyes on you. 

“Don’t stick your grimy hands in the batter. I need these cookies to be perfect.”

“But darling -”

“No buts. Get your flat ass to where Yeosang is and continue helping with the decorations.”

“If my ass is so flat, then how do you explain what you saw when I arched my back during that dance challenge?”

“WE DO NOT SPEAK ABOUT THAT! YOU AND YEOSANG ARE FLAT AS FUCK AND THAT’S ON PERIOD!”

San had to hold back a snicker when you loudly stated that you didn’t want to hear about how San threw it back with Yunho during one of the Work dance challenges. You were not about to admit that he had a little something back there. It would ruin your ‘Yeosang and San have ass bones’ agenda with your lovely boyfriends. Speaking of lovely…

“DID YOU JUST SMACK MY ASS, WOOYOUNG?!”

“NO!”

Wooyoung poorly gave himself away after denying it and followed it up with a mischievous giggle. You sighed and went back to making the cookies. As you placed a dollop of cookie batter onto the parchment covered sheet tray, you felt a gentle presence behind you and soft lips kissed your cheek quickly. You whipped your head around to see Yeosang with a tiny grin on his face. 

He swears he’s a doberman, but right now, he looks like a maltese. 

“Yes, Sangie?”

“WooSan told me to come help you with the cookies. They sort of need help with a few of the decorations. As in where to put the string lights and all that.”

“Ok. I’ll be there. Just watch them for me and when the timer goes off, come to me immediately.”

“Ok!”

Yeosang kissed your other cheek before he proceeded to intently watch the cookies bake in the oven. You swore that it was the cutest sight ever so you snuck a quick picture of him before making your way over to San and Wooyoung. You saw them untangle the rest of the lights and they looked at you cluelessly.

“Y’all need help?”

“Yeah. Where exactly should we hang these?”

“Well, I’d start over here.”

You guided the boys on how to properly hang the lights so it looked clean and pretty and easy to unplug. They listened to your words intently and hung them where they needed to be hung. After they finished, you were about to walk back to the kitchen when both of them stopped you. At first, you were confused. Then, you looked up. 

A mistletoe. 

The three of you were under a mistletoe. 

Before you said anything, San turned you around so your back was against his broad chest, causing you to feel flustered. It didn’t help that Wooyoung was leaning in so close to your face, hands holding your hips tightly as his lips ghosted over yours. Finally, he kissed you softly yet passionately. You closed your eyes to savor the feeling and tangled your hands into Wooyoung’s long black hair. He then pulled away so he can turn you around and have your back against his chest this time. San gently cradled your face and placed slow and deliberate kisses everywhere before landing on your lips. After getting his fill, he pulled away and smiled softly. The three of you walked back to the kitchen, where Yeosang had just taken the cookies out of the oven and placed them on a cooling rack. When he saw you, he took off the oven mitts and strided over to you. He found your waist and hoisted you up onto the kitchen counter before Wooyoung trapped you in place with his arms. You felt hot under the collar upon feeling all three men stare you down with such tender love and affection in their eyes. And yet…

You wouldn’t trade them for the world. 

“Merry Christmas, my loves.”

“Merry, Christmas, Y/N.”

[silverpen-and-paper]

💚 2011-2013 loki ask game 💚

i haven’t seen a 2011-2013 loki ask game before (or any loki ask games, actually), so i decided i’d make one! there are thirty-one questions, so if you want, you could answer one for each day of this month (+1). or you could go by the normal ask game rules. or you could answer them all at once in a single post. up to you :D

(fans of ragnarok and the series can participate too if you’d like! the questions are aimed mostly at the 2011-2013 era fans, but i’m not gonna ban people from having fun)

post dividers by @/cafekitsune

pick a favorite movie: thor (2011), the avengers (2012), thor: the dark world (2013)

how did your interest in loki begin? (optional: how has it evolved over the years?)

what do you think happened in the time between loki’s fall from the bifrost and avengers 1?

how do you interpret loki’s “death” in thor: the dark world? (“it was an illusion,” “loki was actually wounded but it was part of the trick,” “loki didn’t intend to pretend to die at all,” etc)

do you have any headcanons/theories about loki’s biological mother?

have you watched any deleted scenes from thor 1, the avengers, or thor 2? if yes, choose one deleted scene that definitely deserved to have stayed in.

which do you prefer: jotun loki with horns (a popular fanon design), or jotun loki without horns?

pick one (or more) of loki’s powers and explain how you think it works.

favorite loki quote?

favorite tom hiddleston quote about loki?

how would you describe thor and loki’s dynamic to someone who has never seen the movies?

do you think laufey actually abandoned loki to die, as odin said, or do you prefer the theory that laufey put loki in the temple for their protection?

do you have any headcanons about asgard? (phsyics, culture, environment, history, etc?)

do you have any headcanons about jotunheim?

do you have a favorite loki fanfic? (if you’re a fic writer, you’re allowed to choose your own)

do you think loki would keep a journal? if yes, what kinds of things do you think they’d write/draw/glue/etc in it?

choose any ship involving loki and share your opinions of it, whether positive or negative.

what do you think loki’s biggest fear is? (if not *the* biggest, one of the biggest.)

find an insect/arthropod that reminds you of loki (aesthetically, behaviorally, etc).

what hobbies/interests do you think loki has, outside of magic and fighting?

headcanons about loki’s childhood?

what styles of midgardian outfits would loki be most comfortable in?

headcanons about loki’s jotun form?

what song lyrics remind you of loki?

loki’s worst moment?

loki’s best moment?

say you go back in time and get hired as the director of a mcu loki movie, series, or episode that you dislike. assuming you’re already changing the biggest stuff you criticize, what is the pettiest thing you’d change?

if you could have one of loki’s powers, which would you choose?

if you could watch one movie/tv show with loki (as in, you are both sitting on the couch together and watching it), what movie/show would you choose? what would loki think about it?

imagine you were in loki’s place — you’re the frost giant baby that odin took from jotunheim. what do you think your life would be like?

has loki ridden a bilgesnipe? (would you ride a bilgesnipe?)

[diazsdimples]

Fic Writers Meme

Tagged by @inell

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

277,040

3. What fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1 but I did write a bunch of British Actor RPF back in high school lmao

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Buck's Baby (By Accident) (Buddie) How can this be wrong? (Bucktommy) For the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) (Buddie) Sweet child of mine (Bucktommy) The heat of the moment (Buddie)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do, even though it takes me a second sometimes. I always appreciate people putting in the time to tell me what they thought of my stuff!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of them? All my fics have happy endings

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably For the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) just for the hopeful Buckley-Diaz family feels but honestly any of them could work

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The occasional "this wouldn't happen in canon!!" and I'm like yeah! That's cause it's fiction!! But other than that, not really no.

9. Do you write smut?

9 of my 19 fics are smut and my smut fics are usually my longest. So, yep!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope but I do write AUs based off premises from other things? Sort of?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Kind of? I deleted a fic once bc it wasn't a vibe for me (it was a request that I didn't love and didn't know how to say no) and the original requester of the fic, with whom I'd fallen out, messaged being like hey!! saw you deleted it!!! good news is I copied it into google docs before you could!!! Which I did not love

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I am currently co-writing 2 fics with @hippolotamus and one with @theotherbuckley, when I remember they exist 🫣

14. What is your all time favorite ship?

Buddie will always be my go to for writing. I'm compelled a lot by Bucktommy and Buddietommy (and Eddietommy lbr) but for the most part if I come up with an AU, it'll be a Buddie one.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Single Dads AU or Frostpunk AU. They've just been around for so long that I feel like people have either forgotten or are sick of them and I just have No Beans for them

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oof I don't know, I think maybe coming up with plots/ compelling storylines

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I struggle most with describing things and emotions and if there's a scene that very emotion heavy it'll take me a long time to write it because I agonise over the correct words to use.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language during a fic?

I wouldn't unless I had someone who spoke the language who was able to help guide me, mostly because I don't want to make mistakes

19. First fandom you wrote for?

British Actor RPF (specifically Tom Hiddleston/Benedict Cumberbatch

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Play me like a fiddle is my baby, will always be my baby, and it is my most beloved. 34k of Music Nerd James with a whole load of Buddie feels and closet sex. Idk, I peaked there tbh

NP tagging @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @buckera @watchyourbuck

@spotsandsocks @bidisasterevankinard @bigfootsmom @wikiangela @jesuisici33

@rainbow-nerdss @steadfastsaturnsrings and anyone else who wants to share their stuff! (And if I forgot anyone, I apologise)

[holdmytesseract]

A Spell To Break?

model!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: When you have to witness Tom posing with another woman for a sexy perfume photoshoot, your insecurities are kicking in...

Warnings: thirst, angst, insecurities, swear words, fluff

Word Count: 4,3k

a/n: I couldn't help myself but to write a part three for this lil' series/AU. 👀 I had an idea and well... This is the result. I hope y'all enjoy it! 😁

Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th <3

Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @muddyorbsblr @vbecker10 @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002 @chokeanddagger @smolvenger

°☆• Masterlist •☆° Hiddles Masterlist •☆°

Here's part one and part two of the model!Tom series. This can be also read as a stand-alone fic.

(Credits for the pic goes to @multifandom-worlds )

The day had started so good. Better than the most days. You woke up early - but in your boyfriend's arms, had a nice breakfast, three wonderful photoshoots that morning, and the coffee machine wasn't broken. That was how every work day should be supposed to go. It was a perfect day - until after your lunch break. That was when the dream started to turn in a nightmare...

You had one photo shooting left for the day. A very huge photo shooting, to say the least... A perfume ad - and it was for none other than 'Dolce & Gabbana'. Yes, no joke. After you had landed the Calvin Klein job almost two years back, quite a few other big shoots followed. 'Dolce & Gabbana' was the fifth one this year - and it was July...

And not just that... Quite a few things had changed within those two years. You still worked with your best friend Sam - but she had promoted you and suddenly, you owned this little company as well; were the second boss. Beside that, you had found your soulmate and were in a very happy relationship. Remember that handsome lad with the tattoos and piercings, Tom Hiddleston? The newcomer in the model business? Exactly. You two were a thing now - a big thing.

All in all, you could say that the Calvin Klein photoshoot had turned your life upside down - in the best way possible.

You were in the studio now, setting everything up for the said perfume ad. A green screen, small wind machine and your camera, of course. The clothes your models were supposed to wear, laid perfectly folded on the little table in the corner. Sam had forwarded you the email of 'Dolce & Gabbana's management, so you knew what they wanted and what the setup should be. They didn't want anything super special, but it was definitely... spicy and sexy. A couple on a stony beach, with the sea and waves in the background. Wet hair and clothes; paired up with intimate poses.

You were totally lost in adjusting the camera and tripod, when you suddenly felt two muscular arms sneaking around your waist; big, gentle hands crossing in front of your tummy. You couldn't help but flinch at first at the sudden contact, but when you saw the beautiful, black inked flowers wove around the strong arms embracing you, you relaxed immediately. "Tommy?" You asked; giggling like a schoolgirl, as you felt his lips on the exposed skin of your neck. "What are you doing here?" You heard a deep chuckle rumbling through your boyfriend's chest. "Your humour is truly something else, darling." Uhhh, okay… Now you were a bit confused.

Frowning, you turned in Tom's embrace, hands landing on his white t-shirt clad pecs. His beautiful smile greeted you instantly; alongside those stunning baby blues. "My... My humour? Tommy, I'm afraid I can't follow you at the moment." Tom's expression changed at your words; eyebrows slanting. "Baby, I think we are talking past each other. You asked me, why I'm here. I thought you made a cute, little joke. I'm here because of you." You blinked, "Because of me?" before your cheeks turned red. "You are visiting me at work? Awww, cutie pie, that's so sweet of you!" Tom giggled, but shook his head. "No, darling. I'm here because you booked me for this photoshoot."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, I... I didn't book you for this photoshoot. I booked a couple, 'cause the management of 'Dolce & Gabbana' asked for it, so I booked Nicky and Tessa. Not you." Tom was visibly confused now as well. "What? But... But Luke told me I was booked for this photoshoot. Perfume ad. 'Dolce & Gabbana'. And since you were listed as the photographer, I didn't ask further."

Your frown deepened. "That's quite a bit quaint and... strange. Something definitely went wrong." Tom shrugged his shoulders; tongue darting out to wet his lips, bringing his tongue piercing on full display. "Perhaps it was a misunderstanding?" "Could be, yes. But that doesn't answer the question who booked you. Clearly, I didn't, the management neither and Luke had nothing to do with it as well. Who booked you th-"

You weren't able to finish your sentence. The thud of the wooden door to the studio closing shut cut you off. High heels click-clacked over the floor; announcing another person's arrival. And then her voice cut through the air. A voice you hoped you'd never hear again. Not after everything that happened.

"I did. He is here, because I wanted him to be here." Instantly - like struck by lightning, you let go of your boyfriend; eyes landing on the woman with blonde hair, leather skirt and skintight red top; looking as arrogant and tarted up as always...

Ivy. Your former high school best friend. Emphasis on former.

Back in school, you were like the yin and yang to each other. Soulmates. Inseparable. Now? Now you were not even close to what once was. Now, you were enemies. Why? Well...

It all started with you both sharing the dream of becoming a professional photographer. You followed this dream together. Bought your first professional camera together. Applied to various photo studios together. You encouraged each other. Always. For years. At some point, Ivy decided to switch to the model business instead - a decision you supported wholeheartedly. Since both your jobs were quite similar, you kept on helping each other to reach your goals - until that one particular day...

You didn't really know where you both took the wrong path, but suddenly, Ivy distanced herself more and more from you. She became bitter, harsh and especially jealous. Perhaps because you landed a big job first, but who knew? You spent endless nights awake; pondering about why things went as they did. Why you were losing your best friend. What mistake you made to get the ball rolling. You didn't know. You just didn't know. It ate you up inside. So, you decided to confront her - which caused things to escalate and get even worse. You walked in that conversation with the hopes of you and Ivy reunite as best friends. Instead, you walked out as enemies. She hurt you to the bones that day; called you unspeakable things and spat right into your face that you were nothing more than a millstone around her leg. With that, Ivy just moved on, but loved to give you absolute hell once in a while. It was exhausting, but it didn't stop you from reaching for your dream. And then you met Sam. She picked up all your broken pieces and puzzled them back together. She became your best friend - a true friend. Someone you could trust with your life.

They say time heals all wounds - but not the wound Ivy inflicted you. It was a scar so deep; bound to stay forever carved into your soul.

"I-Ivy? What... What are you doing here?!" The blonde-haired woman gave you a spiteful smirk. "What do you think, silly? I'm the female model for this photoshoot." Your face fell. "W-What? But... But that can't be! I booked Nicky and Tessa a-and-" Ivy cut you off with a high-pitched laugh. "Oh, you wish you did, sweetheart. I changed it. Well, my management changed it. They asked me to choose a male model as well and I chose Tom." Now you were even more speechless - and utterly angry. The problem was, that Ivy knew Tom - and Tom knew Ivy. She had casted an eye on your beautiful boyfriend a long time ago, and when he fell in love with you and the two of you got together, Ivy bursted with jealousy. In her eyes, you weren't worthy of the sweet, polite gentleman.

You were quite a bit bewildered and stood in front of your boyfriend and former best friend like an absolute fool. "I-I... B-But this was supposed t-to be a couple photoshoot. Dolce & Gabbana asked specifically f-for a couple..." Your former best friend faked a surprised gasp; "They, uh, wanted a couple for this photoshoot?" and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh... Whoopsies. My bad. I didn't know that. Sorry, bestie. In that case, Tom and I have to make it look very real."

A breathless gasp left your lips at her words and you had to fight hard against the rising bile in your throat. All of a sudden, you felt like absolute shit. She knew. She knew - and did this on full purpose. Only to get her filthy hands on Tom and torture you. What a bitch.

Another bitchy giggle left Ivy's lips. "You don't look well, Y/N. Perhaps you should call it a day, go home and let this photoshoot do someone who can stay professional." That was the point where Tom couldn't just stand by anymore. He had to intervene. And he did. He walked the few steps up to you and placed a comforting hand on the small of your back. The handsome Brit wasn't able to change the situation, but he was able to help you.

"Perhaps you should go and get changed already, Ivy. I'd like to have a moment alone with my girlfriend." Tom audibly underlined the last two words of his sentence, while pulling you closer towards him. Ivy just answered with a fake smile, then stalked past you and Tom; vanishing in the small side room.

"Darling..." Your boyfriend addressed you immediately, once Ivy was out of earshot and took your smaller hands in his bigger ones. "I am so sorry about this. If I would've known I-" You shook your head; interrupting him. "No, it's not your fault, Tommy. It's entirely her fault." "That may be true, but if I would've talked earlier with you about this, I could've prevented it from happening. Now, I'm afraid we both can't change this situation. But I can assure you that this photo shooting is going to be purely professional. I'll do what I have to do, but it won't change anything." You nodded; trying to look confident. Tom knew you better, though. He knew how insecure you were about yourself. Letting go of your hand, he lifted his up to gently cup your chin. "Hey... I love you, sweet girl - and you better know it." Once again you nodded; giving him a small smile. "Love you, too." Tom pressed a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips, before he left to the other side room, in order to get changed as well.

Once everyone was ready, the photo shooting could start. You tried your best to stay completely professional; block out everything around you. You'd pull through this shooting like every other shooting - and you did. At some point, you were so focused, that you didn't see your boyfriend and ex best friend standing in front of you and posing together for a quite spicy perfume ad. You saw two clients; doing what they should do, in order to get the job done.

At this point you were confident to believe that you had tricked your mind and dodged Ivy's attempt to fuck you up. Little did you know, that everything would come back at you later...

It had gotten quite late. The photoshoot had taken more time than you had expected. After cleaning up the whole studio and sending Sam home, you decided to edit the photos you had just taken. You wanted to get over with it and move on.

Being still completely convinced of the strong wall you had built up around you, you sat down at your desk, connected the memory card to your computer and opened the program. When the first picture of Tom and Ivy came up, the walls came immediately tumbling down. It was the moment you realised, that these walls had been anything but strong; rather consisted of paper and not solid stone.

It was also the moment it dawned on you, that your mind couldn't be tricked. It had just tricked you into believing you had. How foolish, you thought of yourself. How fucking foolish.

With that, the damage was done. It got the stone rolling - and you wouldn't be able to stop it. You knew it. Your mind had you trapped now, and the bad thoughts - all your insecurities came crashing down on you; invading your system like poison. Every look on each picture hurt you more - and destiny had chosen one of the worst ones to start with...

It had been a picture you had taken towards the end. Scenery: Tom and Ivy were both wet; clothes absolutely drenched with water. Ivy wore nothing more than a scarce, white bikini; showing off everything she got - and Ivy got a lot. Way more than you did...

Tom wore a tight, white tank top, which literally clung to his chest, but also showed off his tattoos and especially nipple piercings. His hips and legs were clad in jeans dungarees - close to those who mechanics wore, but with the straps dangling loosely around his thick, muscular thighs. Of course, they were also wet. Water droplets ran down the skin of his neck, face and arms, causing him to look even sexier.

Ivy wasn't any less sexy. It was simply a fact. And the posture they were in didn't lack sexiness either. Quite the opposite...

Your former best friend stood in front of your boyfriend; literally clinging desperately to his wet body. Both her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, while they gazed each other deep in the eyes. Their heads were close; lips not far from touching. Tom's big hand was splayed out across Ivy's back; fingertips tantalisingly playing with the knot who held her bikini top together. It was perfect - and you hated it. Sure, you had told them to posture like that, 'cause 'Dolce & Gabbana' described something along that, since they had a TV ad which was similar, but nevertheless... It fucked with your brain. And the other pictures on which they were free to posture how they wanted weren't any better... Ivy being as close to Tom as somehow possible; always literally eye fucking him with her lusting gaze and touching him in places only you thought you were supposed to touch him. In one picture her hands were close to his ass - you could tell. Or in another, she was touching his pecs and six pack. Hence, she even had her hands in his hair once.

Watching all the pictures you had taken; it came all crashing down on you. But it wasn't jealousy, who poisoned and fogged up your brain, no... It were your insecurities who kicked in; causing you to fall down a deep, dark hole.

Seeing how utterly perfect Tom looked with a woman who was so much prettier and sexier than you could ever be, planted the toxic thought in your brain that you simply weren't good enough. Not pretty enough. Not sexy enough. Not smart enough. Not loveable enough. You were just you. And being just you didn't apply to Tom's standards. He was out of your league - by miles. What is he doing with a girl like me? you thought. He deserves someone better... Perhaps Ivy had been right all the time. You weren't worthy of such a handsome, loving and respectful man.

You clicked further through the pictures; tears starting to form in your eyes. Since you already were spiralling down that dark path, once thing was triggering another and fear joined the party. Fear of Tom leaving you. Why would he not? You're nobody, the voice in your brain whispered. He could get rid of you so easily. And he would. You were sure of it. One day, he was going to wake up and see. Tears trickled down your face by now, as emptiness spread within your stomach and radiating throughout your whole body, causing you to feel so utterly cold and lonely.

You had lost every sense of time, but you could tell that it was quite late. You didn't care, though. All you cared about was if you should leave Tom before he could leave you, or beg him on your knees to stay. Anyways… It was both pathetic...

By now, you had abandoned your computer and the pictures; said huddled in a corner of the little office and positively crying your eyes out.

Tom, who had waited for you at home for way longer than planned started to worry, of course. Always checking his phone and walking impatiently up and down in the cosy, little apartment you two shared. He got uneasy. You hadn't texted him and you also didn't pick up your phone. What if something happened? He decided to not just sit around longer. He couldn't. So, he grabbed the keys of his bike, alongside his leather jacket and helmet, and swung himself on the vehicle; riding straight to yours and Sam's photo studio.

When he arrived, he saw that no visible light was on in the building, giving him an even more uneasy feeling. The unlocked door didn't quite help. Quietly, he entered the studio; switching on the light. "Y/N?" No answer. "Sam?" No answer. He swallowed hard, but made his way through the studio; checking every room - which turned out to be either locked or neatly cleaned up; ready for the next day.

Tom's heart was literally beating out of his chest, as he went to check the last possible room you could be in... Your office. With a slightly shaking hand, he opened the door. The lights were out, but he could see that the computer was on and the only thing which casted a small ray of light through the darkened room, was the display of your camera - on which he recognised himself. Small, soft whines and whimpers could be heard, causing him to immediately switch on the light. And then he saw you. Curled up in a ball in the corner. Your body was shaking with sobs. Relieved, that he had finally found you, but nevertheless worried about the condition you were in, he literally threw his helmet aside and ran over to you.

"Y/N!" He said with relief; dropping to his knees beside you, "I thought something had happened to you! My texts stayed unanswered and whenever I called, you didn't pick up... Gods, I was so worried!" and immediately scooped you up in his arms. You let him hug you tightly for a few seconds, bathing in his embrace and how good he smelled, before your brain kicked in again and you started to push him away from you, leaving the handsome Brit confused.

Frowning, he pulled back - like you obviously requested and letting go of you. "Darling? What's wrong?" Tom tried to reach for your hands, put you avoided his touch. It confused him even more. "Love, what- Why are you crying? What happened?" You didn't answer him, but pushed yourself further against the wall in the corner; wrapping your arms around yourself and hiding your face. Your boyfriend tried to connect the dots; figure out what could be wrong - and suddenly it fell like scales from his eyes... The pictures. The photoshoot.

"Y/N..." He spoke your name with his deep, velvety - but hushed voice; addressing you gently. "Is this about the photo shooting I did with Ivy today?" Her name upon his lips caused the tears to fall even more. "Please... My love... Talk to me," the Brit literally begged; tongue playing nervously with his black labret piercing.

You looked then up at him; eyes swollen and red due to all the crying. "Don't... Don't call m-me that..." You whispered; shaking your head. "Don't call you what?" "L-Love... D-Darling..." "But why? You are my love and you certainly are my darling." You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head again. "'M not worthy." Your boyfriend frowned. "Not worthy?" You nodded, "Of your love. Of you." and shed another few tears. "You deserve someone better, Thomas." The way you rolled his full name over your tongue left a bitter feeling behind. It sounded so wrong to him.

"It's okay if you're going to leave me for a woman who is smarter. Prettier. I can't force you to stay. Even if I wanted to. You are free to go." The words caused a stinging pain to shoot through your heart, like you've been just pierced by a knife. Your whole body was shaking; trying somehow to compromise the heartbreak.

Unbeknownst to you, was Tom looking at you like he had just seen a ghost. He was literally speechless; couldn't believe what he had just heard. His heart ached and screamed; suffering with you. "Y/N... How... How can you say something like... like that?" He needed a moment to find his ability to speak again. Tom knew about your insecurities and fears and he had witnessed them playing with your mind more than once, but that... That was a whole other level. He had never seen you like that - and it shook him to the core.

"Why should I ever leave you? I-" You interrupted him. "Because you can't waste your time on me!" "Waste... Waste my time on you?" That was it. He needed to stop this. Shaking his head and reaching out his hands, he slowly lifted your chin with his fingers, before he cupped both your cheeks; gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "Y/N..." He spoke - again, in that deep, velvety voice, which lulled you easily to sleep at night; having such a calming effect on you. "Look at me, please." You did what he asked you to and looked up into his baby blues - which were clouded with tears.

"My sweet, beautiful girl... I'd never... NEVER waste my time on you. Neither would I ever leave you. I don't want somebody else. I don't need somebody else. All I ever wanted is you." Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously as you spoke up again. "But-" "No, my love..." Tom interrupted you this time, before you were able to say something bad about yourself again. "Please listen to what I have to say. Don't listen to the voices in your head. They are wrong. I am not out of your league. You are out of my league. When I walked through that studio door, down the hall for the very first time and saw you there, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen such beauty before. You literally swept me off my feet - and definitely not just with your good looks. You are beautiful from the inside and the outside. I had a hard time playing it cool."

You were still gazing in his eyes, listening to his every word. "It pains me thoroughly to hear how ill you speak of yourself, because you are the prettiest, smartest, sexiest, sweetest, kindest, funniest- Do you want me to keep going?" For the first time since hours darted a small smile over your lips. You couldn't help it. Tom noticed, of course. "Ah! I saw that, my love! I saw that!" He exclaimed like a happy little boy, who had just walked into a candy store.

He smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss on your forehead. You felt the cool metal of his piercing on your skin. When he pulled back and gazed at you again, you saw that a tear was rolling down his cheek. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it hurts and I promise you, I'll never leave you. You are enough. You are more than I ever dreamed of." You nodded, trying desperately to believe him. "Are those voices quiet now?" "A-Almost..." He shook his head. "Now, now, we can't have that. I must eliminate them from your sweet, creative mind. I can't keep on letting them poison the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with."

Your heart literally skipped a beat at that sentence.

Tom leaned towards you again and kissed you repeatedly on the lips; whispering countless 'I love you's' in between - like a preacher a prayer in the church.

The voices in your head really disappeared and at some point, you broke out into giggles. "Tommy! I-" Kiss. "I need to-" Kiss. "Breathe!" Kiss. "I need to breathe!" Your boyfriend stopped then, chuckling softly and watching how you took a few deep breaths. "Was my mission successful?" You nodded; smiling up at him. "Voices gone?" "Voices gone." You shuffled; moved towards Tom and snuggled into his awaiting arms. "Thank you, Tommy... And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you and-" He interrupted you once more.

"Shush, baby. It's all good." He moved to sit on the floor beside you, then pulled you into his arms; making you sit onto his lap. Tom cuddled you close; not letting go. You accepted his touch and the comforting position; cuddled close and just enjoyed the moment.

"Did you feel that way because of the photoshoot?" Tom asked after a while. You nodded, "Uh.Huh. Seeing Ivy on those pics, having her hands all over you and giving you those 'Fuck me' eyes unleashed the insecurities in my brain." Your boyfriend nodded; interlacing your fingers with his. "I should've said no. I should've known..." You immediately shook your hand, "No, Tommy. You couldn't know. You did your job." and traced the tattoo on his arm with your free hand. "I just let Ivy get into my head..."

You felt how Tom's soft, warm lips pressed a sweet kiss against your temple. "Well, I won't let her do that again, baby."

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower: Book 1 (Complete)

Tom Hiddleston x ofc (Mia) Overall Rating:  Mature with explicit smut at later chapters. Series warnings:  Sexual content, drinking

(Note: Book 2 tentatively posting in late Oct.)

Summary: Las Vegas drew in people like him. Heart broken, lonely and rejected while his ex married someone else. Here he could be anyone though, flying under the radar of his skyrocketing fame. Las Vegas was home to people like her. Lonely, broke and with the weight of the world on her shoulders. There was never enough of anything except stress. She was one of the countless faces that lived in the shadow of the glittering lights. Two worlds collide in a drunken night neither can remember. What do you do when what happens in Vegas is a legally binding marriage contract between two strangers?

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, Bonus: Wedding night part 1, part 2

Sleepy Mornings (One Shot)

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?

Offering and Taking: Merdicking

Pairing: MerTom Hiddles x OFC Rated: Adult Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, kidnapping, Merdicks (Tom and his Merpeen both), crisis of faith, dark waters, fluids, algae covered rocks

Summary: Salena, with no ability to fight the merman who’s eye she had caught is forced to go with him. Torn between wanting to live and wanting to accept death, between fighting to remain pure or to experience the earthly pleasures of the flesh, she finds herself in a cave lit by glowing plants of the likes she’d never seen. For better or worse, she doesn’t have to make any decisions herself for he knows exactly what he wants to experience.

The offering, The taking, The keeping

Extra Credit (On Shot)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Amanda Miyers Rating: Adult

Content Warnings: A professor Student sexual relationship is not moral or ethical in reality. Due to the power the professor has over their student, they cannot truly consent or not consent freely. The consent in this fic is extremely murky at best. Should you find yourself manipulated into a relationship with your professor, know that this is morally and ethically wrong and you are the victim of abuse. Story contains oral sex with male receiving, rough penis in vagina sex, degradation, manipulation, public classroom sex, cream pies, unprotected sex, mention of Plan B. Please read with caution.

Summary: Amanda Miyers is on a mission to complete University in America with as little debt as possible. To do so, she must pass every class and that includes the imposing Professor Hiddleston's class. When she is sure that she'll not be able to manage that, she's forced to ask for another chance at the exam or enough extra credit to pass. Her idea of extra credit and his idea of extra credit are two very different things.

Finding Bobby (requested) One Shot

Paring: Tom x unnamed ofc- first person story Rating: Everyone, Warnings: None?

Request:  In honor of dear bobby's birthday could you write a fic about reader and tom finding or adopting him as a puppy please?? Love you ❤

Camping (One shot) 

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Rated: PG13

Summary:  When Mary catches word that Tom had never been camping it was decided that she had to fix that. What could go wrong?

The Things you find (In the rain) *complete*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Maggie) Rating: M for light sexual content, nothing explicit warnings: Cheating, unhealthy relationships, excessive drinking, 

Summary:  Maggie and Evan had just married and were honeymooning in London. He was a difficult man but Maggie was a kind and forgiving soul. She loved him with all she was and when that is thrown away, not even 72 hours after they said their ‘I Do’s, what’s a girl to do? Except perhaps hit up ever bar her feet can take her to while the night sky opens up above her. When Tom’s out walking Bobby in the rain, he’s thankful. It’s true that beast will come into the house muddy and wet. He’ll even likely make a mess. But in the rain, even fewer were out this time of night and he was allowed the simple peace of walking around the park like any other man. In the rain no one expected him to take pictures with them. No one expected him to sign anything. In the rain, no one expected anything of him. 

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4

Fanfic of the fanfic? Hell yes:  Day After The Rain- by @just-the-hiddles is a amazing, wonderful and hilarious story about Luke’s reaction to the events of Rain. Worth the read. It’s my new favorite thing. *warning* do not read while drinking/eating- this fic is a choking hazard.

Spring Showers One Shot 

A short follow up on Maggie and Tom. How do they hold up after a few months?

Lilith (One Shot)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Demon ofc (lilith) Rating: M Warnings: Dub con, Sex, Oral, slight public masturbation.

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

I’m Back (One Shot) *follow up to Lilith*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Demon ofc (lilith) Rating: M Warnings: Dub con, Sex, Oral, slight public masturbation, rough oral sex (M receiving)

Clueless *Completed*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x ofc (Sofya) Rating: T

Summery: Sofya was a perfectly plain woman living a perfectly average life in small town Arizona. She went to work, came home and repeated the process the next day. She dated average men who found her to be too plain and always left. Nothing remarkable every happened to her. When a tall British man named Tom walked into her life- or perhaps it’s better to say when she walked into his, spilling coffee all over them both in the process- her lack of experience with anything beyond plain and average left her clueless as to what was coming. Could Sofya ever be something more than perfectly plain to someone?

Chapters: Coffee, preparations, Hiking, Conventions, Whiskey

Of Mermaids and Fairy Tails  (Mermaid Series Part 1) One shot

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OC   Rated: G Warnings: Free diving can be a dangerous sport, please swim responsibly.  

Summery: Tom, Chris and Chris’ children are traveling, giving mom a break. In an effort to entertain the children, they visit a Mermaid show and it’s hard to say who’s more mesmerized by the mermaid, the children or Tom.

The Mermaid and The Prince (Mermaid Series Part 2) One Shot

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x ofc Rated: G

Summery: Rose and Tom had a few great dates and then, poof, he was off to live his life. If not for the friendly texting, it would be like he was never by her side at all. Yet the memory of his kiss still burns and Rose holds hope of seeing him again, of touching him again. He promised to return to her side and she believed him. But when she finds pictures of him with another woman, doubts creep in. He never said he was hers.

A Mermaid On Holiday (Mermaid Series part 3)

Pairing: Tom hiddleston x ofc (Rose) Rated: M Warnings: Non explicate sexual activity

Summery: Rose has no plans for Christmas and is content to laze around her apartment enjoying the three week break from work that was forced upon her. Tom found himself trying to pick between spending the holiday with Rose in the USA or traveling back home to Britain where he could spend it with his family. With his heart torn between two places and the advise of his Mum in his ear Tom had made his decision. He’d have his cake and get to eat it too. Rose, pack your tail. This Mermaid is going on holiday.  

Chapter: Part one, Part two

The Gift He Didn't Know He Needed *One shot Holiday fic*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Rated: M Warnings: Just some insinuated smut, drinking and hey- if you’re going out in below freezing weather please bring the correct gear even if you don’t plan to spend time outside.

Summery: Being newly single during the holiday season was a drag under the best of circumstances. Spending the holidays far from him and surrounded by happy families made it sting even more. In an effort to hide from the pain, Tom thought it a good idea to book himself a cabin away from town to wallow in his misery. Unfortunately, bad directions and even worse luck aligned and he found himself lost on a mountain during a blizzard. Woefully unprepared for the arctic weather, the world set about turning him into a true frost giant when the engine cut off and refused to return to life. With no cell phone signal, Tom was lost as to what to do about his situation until a truck rolled to a stop and his salvation stepped out into a flurry of snow.

Thirsty Tweets *One Shot*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Monica Rating: PG13 Warnings: sexual tweets

Summary: Tom and Monica visit Neil's late night talk show to promote their new movie 'Before Dawn' and get roped into playing Neil's favorite game- "Thirsty Tweets". When Monica finds the tweets she must read uncomfortably sexual she makes do the best she can in the name of being a professional. It wouldn't do to appear to be more because Tom most diffidently doesn't see her that way, right? What happens when its Tom's turn to read the tweets about her?

Too Late? *one shot w/ pick your ending*

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader Rating: G

Note- this is a pick your ending story. Happy or Sad- the ending is up to you.

Summary: While waiting at home for the man you love to return to you the internet serves up pictures that sting and cause all the doubt hidden in your heart to flair to life. When Tom returns home and can’t provide a answer good enough for you, you leave with nothing for the airport. Can Tom change your mind and convince you to stay or is it too late?

[smolvenger]

Also, I can't say no to blurbs and especially not to something extraordinarily fluffy like "Touch her and you die", tehehe... Perhaps with Henry V? 🤭

Hiiii bestie! I'm going to make the blurbs shorter and simpler if you don't mind!

His Queen (Henry V x fem! Reader blurb)

Your boat docked right on the shores of France. So while your husband, the king, was determined to fight there- you had to see him.

Henry had waited with his whole army on the shore of a cliff. Then he dismounted his horse and ran up. It was a reminder of his youth- the young, firey, springy king. He easily bounded through the little beach and the plank right as you stepped up to get off the boat. Before his army and the guards, he embraced you passionately and you back.

"How are you, my sweet wife?"

"Weary from the journey though it was smooth," you confessed.

"For such a lady as you, even the seas and winds themselves would still and become gentle for you to cross," he said.

He hugged you again, peppering a kiss onto your cheek as you laughed, feeling the tickle of his facial hair and re-acquainting yourself with his lips.

He gestured to one of the lords. The Lord of York brought forth a beautiful white mare and you gasped.

"A gift for you, my lady," he offered.

You thanked him and he helped you to mount her. She accepted you- gentle was her demeanor and what a good companion she would make here in France.

"Why, the seas were quite misty- I should call her Mist, for she reminds me a little of it," you cooed, petting her mane.

"A noble, strong, yet sweet and beautiful thing, much like my dearest queen and lady," Henry said.

"My, what words roll off your tongue now! They shall call you a poet, not a ruler," you teased.

"Then it means I am an artist, and you are the muse then for such words. And if I must continue my pen, then my muse shouldn't be kept too long from me," he bantered back lightly.

He got up on his own horse- a white stallion quoting yours. You felt like a fairy queen, not a mortal one, as she trotted over the grass.

And you were led to ride and sit on your horse before the army. Dressed in their greys and blacks and scraps of leather, their eyes were big.

"This here, is Her Majesty, the Queen of England," announced Henry.

You smiled, though part of you went stiff. A few looks seemed to be borderline leers. How long have these men been deprived of a woman's presence?

Henry noticed, and his voice turned a darker tone, a fiercer one.

"She is both your ruler and a lady, and you must respect her as you do both. She is also my wife, I must remind you..."

His eyes darkened. The army stiffened, turning pale and attentive like naughty schoolboys caught by their teacher.

"You must guard her and listen to and follow her as you do Harry of England. She is England's Woman and it's most precious jewel. And should any miscreant or bully among you dare lay a finger on that precious jewel, I shall condemn you at once to hang. Remember the fate of Bardolph- one of your own who greedily robbed a poor church of its dearest sacraments- and she here is the greatest sacrament of England. And if none of you want to share worse than his fate, then cool your lust elsewhere...or I shall execute you myself." Henry threatened all of them.

The soldiers bowed their heads and complied. You gave him a smile. Though the only woman there, you were unafraid.

You were ready to join your husband and support him without fear.

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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

[galaxythreads]

Why are some loki fans making takes that portray him as a sweet innocent pure angel who is a wonderful good person who is aweet to everyone?

Like. Guys? That isnt what a god of chaos is

Me, at the fandom ^ I've been seeing this cycle around a lot since s2 came out, which is fine, people are allowed their own interpretations, but based on canon, I just don't see it like that? Loki isn't really a nice person in canon. He's a caring person, 100%, but nice is like ehhhh? Are you sure?

There is a massive distinction between Loki and Tom Hiddleston, and I think people are just blurring that recently because it's more tragic for Loki to have been a nice, sweet, angel who's constantly treated awfully, but Thor 1 doesn't really have any evidence for that. He's not...warm? if that makes sense. He's cold, aloof, and quiet.

The Loki series made him a lot nicer than he was before. He's so warm, with everyone, constantly. And I do find that somewhat irritating. I can honestly say that Loki is a nice person in the Loki series (except to Brad), which is kinda...weird, with retrospect? And, again, people are allowed their own interpretations, but I just don't view Loki as warm. Thor's the warm one between them. That's the one thing about Loki in Ragnarok that I will say I was glad they carried, because in Ragnarok, Loki isn't nice or wiggly. He's just kinda an idiot. and on the struggle train when it comes to a want, but that's a different story for a different time.

Do I want Loki to be cruel to everyone? No. Of course not. I don't want him to be cold to everyone either. I just think there's room for characters who are quiet to care quietly rather than with giant acts of love every 20 seconds, and Loki is a character who cares quietly.

That's one of the nice things about fics though, is you go and read them and Loki is so mean - but in a loving way (sometimes) - and it's just nice because it feels like him. Sarcastic, grumpy, quietly caring, growing on the characters because it's hard not to get attached to him. But the thing is, Loki's story isn't tragic because he's a nice, warm, loving character that was treated awfully by everyone in canon and then constantly got screwed over, it's that his circumstances hardened him to the point that he has to hold everyone an arm's length away and no one bothered to get closer and help him.

Now that I'm thinking about this and able to put it into words, I think that's why I liked what parts of the Loki series I did. When Loki hunts down Brad, when Loki tortures Brad, when Loki torments HWR, it was just nice because it felt like him, and I guess it felt like him because he was being mean. This is so weird. I think the important thing to remember about Loki is that he is, at heart, an extremely sarcastic a**hole who doesn't know how to communicate he cares about someone. He's one of those people that if you ask them "hey, can you do x for me?" he will immediately do it for you while saying "no, absolutely not, suffer" and then quietly take care of other things for you. Idk.

[send-noodles-not-nudes]

So,,, I have mutuals who reblog good writing when they see it (and thank you for that bc I've enjoyed some of the fluff pieces when I've had time to read), but now not all of those mutuals are asexual and/or uninterested in sex

So sometimes one of them will reblog smut bc they wanna share good writing with the world (nothing wrong with that! Read what you want, I don't care)

And the sheer jumpscare of "ah!! Horny!!" I get every time I see a smut fic is so hilarious to me bc I SHOULD KNOW BETTER BY NOW and it doesn't bother me bc they're all tagged and below the cut but I keep forgetting that not everyone who pops up on my feed is like me and some people read things I don't

The other part that's hilarious is that both of the mutuals who reblog writing do it for the same character (Loki) and like... that's so valid tbh. The man is hot. He's made me question my sexuality so I can't and imagine what he must do to you poor allosexuals. Like Loki smut is the category of smut that makes the most sense to me bc he definitely fucks and there's a lot of people who want to fuck him and they're so valid for that.

There's a lot I don't understand about people who read/write smut just bc I'm ace and I don't feel that way for people but like,,, if I was GOING to be horny for someone, it would almost certainly be Tom Hiddleston's Loki.

I'm just emotionally and romantically horny for him. I leave the physical horny to you guys.

But also now that I post something about being ace and Loki in the same post I kind of want an asexual Loki

Not all the time, but I may have to write an asexual Variant Loki now.

What are our thoughts on ace!Loki?

[aurorastargazer]

The Inked Passage

Chapter 4: Steps of Serendipity

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: You who live on the other side of the world from him, can only wish to be able to meet him in person. One night, as you went out for an errand, you passed by a place near your home, which you never thought existed before, and with some phenomenon, your pen, with a past you’ve yet to uncover, lights up to bring you to London.

Series Masterlist

Chapter 3

Author’s note: Thank you for only being supportive of my fic so far. Any comments or feedback is highly appreciated. As someone not from London,some situations I wrote is written with a bit of research but still with a touch of fantasy as I’m sure it will not be feasible. :D

You hadn’t thought this through at all. While you had the foresight to prepare for the cold, you hadn't considered the more pressing issues—food, shelter, or where to go next. Yet, here you were, already outside, walking away from the theater.

“I can’t ask him for money… He’s kind, yes, but I won’t take advantage of that. He’s already been generous enough to believe my story about the pen.” You sighed, glancing back at the theater as you spoke to yourself.

For a moment, you hesitated, debating whether to turn back. After all, he was the only person you knew here. But the thought of asking him for money didn’t sit right with you. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

With no real plan and no clear destination, you continue to walk in the bustling streets of London, weaving through the crowd as the city pulsed with life around you.

After several minutes of wandering, you found yourself standing before a church. It had been a long time since you had last stepped into one. Once, you had been part of a choir, singing beneath vaulted ceilings filled with echoes of faith. But as work consumed your days, your visits became fewer, until they stopped altogether.

And yet, here you were now, drawn by something deeper than nostalgia.

Churches welcomed all—especially those in need. That thought alone was enough to push you forward.

Stepping inside, the air felt still, sacred. A few people were scattered across the pews, some kneeling, others sitting in quiet reflection, lost in their own prayers. You hesitated for a moment before slowly making your way toward an empty seat, hoping, perhaps, to find some solace within these walls tonight.

I sat still, closing my eyes as if in prayer. And perhaps, in a way, it truly was one—an unspoken plea for guidance, for a way to stay here through the night.

I wasn’t sure how long I remained like that, lost in the quiet solace the church offered. But the moment was gently interrupted by a soft voice and a light tap on my shoulder.

"My dear, it’s almost time for us to close the church. I wanted to make sure you were aware." an elderly woman said with a kind smile, her voice filled with warmth and understanding.

Startled, but given that answer that I wouldn’t be able to stay here for the night, I smiled at her even though probably I had that look of uncertainty in my eyes, “I see. Thank you for letting me know.”

The elderly woman smiled warmly, her kind eyes holding something deeper—something knowing. “Come now, dear. Let’s get you on your way.”

You weren’t sure why you allowed the elderly woman to lead you out of the church, but something about her presence gave you a sense of odd yet quiet reassurance. There were no rush in her steps, no urgency in her movements, and yet you followed, as if pulled by an unseen thread. It's as if she wasn’t just a stranger but someone you were meant to meet. Without hesitation, you stood and followed her, stepping out into the quiet night.

The streets of London stretched before you, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. The distant hum of passing cars and the occasional murmur of late-night pedestrians filled the silence between you.

“So, tell me, dear,” she began after a few minutes of quiet walking, “what brings you so far from home?”

You exhaled slowly, watching your breath dissipate in the cool night air. “It’s… complicated.”

She hummed knowingly. “Matters of the heart often are.”

You frowned slightly, your gaze flicking to her. “I never said it was about that.”

She only chuckled. “Didn’t you?”

There was something about her tone—something amused, yet deeply understanding—that made you uneasy. Not in a bad way, but in the way that made you feel like she could see right through you.

The walk stretched on.

The further you went, the quieter the city seemed to become. The lively hum of central London slowly gave way to quieter streets, wider roads, fewer cars. Your feet were beginning to ache, a dull soreness settling into your legs, but the old woman beside you walked as if she had all the time in the world.

“You carry something special with you,” she said after a long silence.

You glanced at her, startled. “What?”

Her smile was small, knowing. “The fountain pen.”

Your breath hitched. You nearly tripped over a loose stone on the pavement.

“How do you know about that?”

She didn’t answer immediately, only gazed ahead as if following a path only she could see.

“Objects like that… they have a way of finding the right people,” she murmured. “They don’t just exist—they remember. They wait.”

Your fingers curled around the pen in your pocket, a chill creeping down your spine. “Wait for what?”

“For a story to be completed.”

The words settled in your chest like a weight—like something significant, though you weren’t sure why.

The journey continued, your surroundings subtly changing. The city lights dimmed, the roads became more residential, lined with elegant townhouses and quieter streets. It took a while for you to notice just how far you had walked—your legs were heavier, your breath slower.

And then, something in the air shifted.

You turned your head slightly, scanning the area.

Something about it felt… familiar.

Not in the way that you had been here before, but in the way that made your stomach tighten with recognition. You turned in a slow circle, taking in the charming rows of houses, the gentle stillness of the street.

A realization crept in, curling in the pit of your stomach.

Primrose Hill.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You had read about this neighborhood, had heard it mentioned in passing, but you had never been here before. You had never even known the exact location—just that this was where Tom lived.

Your lips parted, a question forming on your tongue.

But when you turned to the elderly woman—

She was gone.

A chill swept through you, and you spun around in alarm.

She had been right there. Walking beside you. Speaking to you.

And now?

Nothing.

The street was empty.

Your breath came quicker now, a strange, eerie feeling pressing against your chest.

And then—

“Y/N?”

The sound of your name cut through the quiet, deep and familiar.

You froze.

Slowly, you turned.

And there he was.

Tom stood just a few steps away, his expression laced with surprise—and something else. Something unreadable.

The world seemed to shrink in that moment, the mystery of the night pressing down on you.

And just like that, you knew—this was only the beginning.

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

Fuck, Marry ,Kill. A game that the Justice League, Outlaws and some of the original Titans will never play again - Part 2

Masterlist of fics

Part 1

Summary: Almost the entire hero community know each other's identities. The only group that remains a mystery are the bats. Most know that they're based out of Gotham and they're a team. That's about it - After a successful accidental team up, Kyle suggest the group play FMK while eating.

The group had just finished with a team up. It had been a big case, Dick and Wally were working on it together, Donna and Kyle were working on it, and Jason, Roy and Kori were too. They had all bumped into each other and decided to work on it together. When the goons had seen the group together, some of them had just given up on the spot. It was great.

They returned to the warehouse they had worked out of, Nightwing and Arsenal had stopped to get food for everyone. When Red Hood removed his helmet to reveal a domino underneath, Donna threw a cup at him, “Who wears a mask underneath a mask? What is wrong with you?” Shrugging, Red Hood placed the cup down “It’s so I can take off the hood to eat.” “He’s just dramatic like that,” Roy leaned forward, removing his mask. As they ate, Red Hood and Nightwing were the only ones with their masks on. The bats are one of the few in the hero community that still kept their identity a secret.

Kyle broke the comfortable silence they were eating in, “Wanna play fuck, marry, kill?” “Absolutely,” Roy looked weirdly excited at the idea. “Yeah, why not.” Red Hood also seemed somewhat into the idea. “Famous people edition,” Kyle added, “Ok, fuck, marry kill. Doja Cat, Ryan Gosling and Andrew Garfield.” ”Marry Andrew Garfield, without a doubt.” Red Hood didn’t even consider it, “What I would do to be with that man. Um, fuck Doja Cat and kill Ryan Gosling. There’s something about him thats off to me.” ”You’re kidding right? I’d fuck Ryan Gosling, marry Doja and kill Andrew Garfield,” Donna stole some fries from Nightwing once she finished speaking.

“WHAT. You’d really kill Andrew Garfield?” Nightwing shoved her away from his food, “I’d fuck Andrew, marry Ryan and kill Doja.” Wally smiled at his friend, nodding in agreement, “Yeah I’m with Wing, we can be sister wives.” Nightwing leaned forward, and the two fist bumped. “I would marry Doja Cat. Hood plays her music a lot and I quite like it. I’d fuck Andrew Garfield, he seemed quite nice in the Spider-man movies we watched and kill Ryan Gosling.” Kori added. Kyle nodded at Kori. “I get that, I think I’m with you. Fuck Andrew, marry Doja and kill Ryan.” “I’m with Red, marry Andrew, kill Ryan, fuck Doja. Andrew Garfield is so fine,” was Roy’s choices.

“Ok, I’m doing the next ones. Jennifer Anniston, Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston. For me, it’s marry Tom Hiddleston, fuck Chris Hemsworth and kill Jennifer Anniston.” Roy finished off his burger, tossing the wrapping into the trashcan without turning to look at it. Kyle hummed, thinking about his choices, “I’d marry Hemsworth, fuck Anniston and kill Tom Hiddleston.” Nightwing stopped sipping on his soda to contemplate it, “I’d marry Hemsworth, fuck Hiddleston and kill Anniston.“

“Roy and I in agreement again, I’d marry Hiddleston, fuck Hemsworth and kill Anniston. Without a doubt,” Red Hood was done with his food too, he lounged back in his chair, resting his arms behind his head. “I would marry Tom Hiddleston, fuck Jennifer Anniston and kill Chris Hemsworth. I do not find him very attractive,” Kori shrugged, also just finishing off her food. “Yeah I’m with Kori, marry Hiddleston, fuck Anniston, kill Hemsworth.” Donna got up from her chair, gathering her trash and throwing it away. “Uh, sorry Wing. I’d marry Hiddleston without a doubt, kill Anniston and fuck Hemsworth,” Wally reached across the table, grabbing another wrapped burger and unwrapping it.

“Alright, let’s spice it up,” Kyle finished his soda, throwing the cup at Roy who in turn threw it at Nightwing. Nightwing threw it at Hood and Kori caught it, throwing it in the trash to stop them before they did anything stupid. “The Waynes.” Nightwing and Red Hood tensed at those words. Before Kyle could continue, Nightwing’s phone dinged at the same time that Hood’s vibrated. They both picked up their phones and then locked eyes, seemingly coming to an agreement.

“Sorry Kyle, what were you saying about the Waynes?” Nightwing placed his phone down, giving Kyle his undivided attention. Looking at him warily, Kyle continued, “Yeah. Fuck, marry, kill. Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson-Wayne and Jason Wayne.” “Oh, I’d definitely marry Jason Wayne. Have you seen how he’s built? I’d love to climb him,” Roy looked completely serious as he spoke. “Fuck Dick Grayson-Wayne, he’s quite attractive and kill Bruce Wayne because him and Ollie are such good friends and thinking of him in that way is weird to me.” “What do the Wayne’s look like?” Kori asked Roy. He pulled out his phone and showed her some photos of them. “They are an attractive family. I would marry Bruce, fuck Dick and kill Jason.” Dick snorted and tried to cover it up with a cough. Ignoring that, Donna said, “Yeah, I’d definitely marry Bruce Wayne. He is so fine. Fuck Jason and kill Dick.” Jason could not even be able to explain the emotions he was feeling, he wanted to burst out laughing but couldn’t ruin it yet.

Wally finally finished eating just before he spoke, “I’ve thought about this alright. Marry Dick Grayson-Wayne, fuck Jason Wayne and kill Bruce Wayne.” “Wanna elaborate on the fact that you’ve thought about it?” Roy grinned. “Yeah, Bruce Wayne’s a bit old for me, and his sons would also have a good amount of money so I don’t have any reason to not kill him. Fuck Jason Wayne because he’s pretty attractive but I couldn’t see myself marrying him and there’s just something about Dick Grayson-Wayne that scream marriage material.” Jason almost lost it at that, but stopped himself from laughing. One glance at his brothers face, that was now turning a bright red, caused a crack in his composure, an amused grin spread across his face. “I’d marry Jason Wayne, there’s something about him for me that just lets you know he’d treat you good in a relationship. Fuck Dick Grayson-Wayne because have you seen that ass? And kill Bruce Wayne because his sons are just better.” Kyle spoke, looking at Hood and Nightwing he said, “Surprised you guys haven’t spoken yet, as Gothamites you’ve got to have opinions on this.”

Sharing one final look, Nightwing and Red Hood nodded at each other before Nightwing said, “Before we do this, I’d like to say that B just revealed his identity to the Justice League and that’s why we can do this.” Nightwing and Red Hood pulled off their dominos, Hood pushing his hair off his face. Kyle stared in horror, Wally looked ready to run to another continent, Kori quirked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow, Roy looked absolutely delighted and Donna burst out laughing “Oh my fuck,” Roy whispered softly. “WAIT, DOES THAT MEAN BRUCE WAYNE IS BATMAN?”

Fuck, Marry ,Kill. A game that the Justice League, Outlaws and some of the original Titans will never play again.

This is an old-ish fic so ignore the errors and bad grammar. I promise I've improved. Not that this i bad (I still enjoy rereading it) but I can do better now.

Likes and Reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

[scerek]

What are the pack’s MCU crushes? I’ll go first:

Scott = Tom Hiddleston

Stiles = Chris Evans

Derek = Paul Rudd

Theo = Chris Hemsworth

Liam = RDJ (especially older, DILF RDJ)

Parrish = Mark Ruffalo

Oh, no -- I've written a whole ass Kinktober drabble about Scott's crush being Chris Evans!

Time for a shameless plug in!

Day 30: Cheating / Cuckold (Scott/Chris Evans/Theo)

Chris Evans just chuckled, crossing his arms. Somehow, the action made his tits look even bigger and his arms a lot more massive. "You didn’t think I didn't catch on to you trying to cruise me, did you?" Scott titled his head, confused. Chris continued, "I mean, it's not like I don't know how gay guys think of me. I don't mind though. It's kind of a turn on for me." "Wh..." Scott said, but not being able to say words or think thoughts. His brain had completely short-circuited by now. Instead, he just made a bunch of noises like he was missing his tongue. But Chris interrupted his embarrassing ululating by combing his hand through Scott's hair and clasping the back of his neck with a strong grip. "So, why don't we just skip to the good part, hm?" The grip on Scott's neck tightened as he was suddenly being shoved down into Chris's lap where his lips were being stretched over something large and thick.

Well now that that's done! Let's go down the list!

Scott = Chris Evans (cuz he's Captain America!)

Derek = Chris Hemsworth (He'll never admit it but he wants to get fucked by a big masculine dude)

Theo = Sebastian Stan (also included in the fic above)

Peter = Tom Holland (he gives me sugar daddy vibes, he wants to take care of a twink)

Stiles = RDJ (he and Peter give me opposite energy, he wants a sugar daddy)

Parrish = Tom Hiddleston (just seems like the kinda dude who goes for a guy who looks like him)

Liam = Paul Rudd (I agree, he wants daddies but he wants the hottest DILF)

[superficialdomina]

Fic master list

(Or find me on ao3)

All fics are 18+ 

Sub!Loki/Reader

Into Submission masterlist (series, ongoing): (sub!Loki/femdom!reader. Explicit.). Loki craves subjugation. He just needs a little encouragement.

Devoted (sub!Loki oneshot). Loki is a good boy. Explicit.

Loki/Reader (no D/s)

Down Under (series, complete): Avengers!Loki x fem!reader 5-part miniseries. Sex-pollen (ish). Loki and Thor in Australia. Smut and nonsense. Explicit.

Awful things (Loki x GN reader oneshot). No smut, lots of Loki angst. An alternate take on the events of S2E2.

Unwrapped (Avenger!Loki x fem!reader) A Christmassy friends-to-lovers smutty oneshot. Explicit.

Tom Hiddleston/Reader 

Missed Connection Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Other

My Sub!Loki headcanons

"You're wrong, Loki's a Dom!"

Glorious porpoise