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[thalialunacy]

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keywords: Gay, Loving, Boyfriends by lookupkate

Kintsukuori by sussexbound

Knotted by naughtyspirit

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L'amour Toujours by stopthat

Lacuna by coloredink

Laid Bare by esplanade

Last Christmas by Mazarin221b

Learning Curve by thpontiacbandit

Leave the Signs and the Sirens by out_there

Lessons in Astronomy by CaitlinFairchild

Let You Kiss Me (So Sweet and So Soft) by out_there

Let's Make a Bed Out in the Rain by Anonymous

A Life Well-Lived by TakePenAndInk

Like Glue by goseaward

Lines in the Sand by JRow

Lines Written In Kensington Gardens by CaitlinFairchild

the lingering taste of orange juice by darcylindbergh

Live from the Morgue by disfinctional

Love Is by SilentAuror

Love Like Ours by Berty

Luminosity by what_alchemy

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The Man With the Cartier Frames by JRow

Matchmaking for Solitary Animals by ArwaMachine

Matters of National Security by mistyzeo

Maybe We Could Change His Mind by thalialunacy

The Measure of a Gentleman by i_ship_an_armada

Measuring Damage With the Fujita Scale by teahigh

The Meeting Place by standbygo

Messy by pukajen

Midnight Clear by khorazir

Mightier Than by emmagrant01

Minds Like Ours Dream Up by BlackEyedGirl

Miscommunication by SrebrnaFH

The Moment Pleasantly Frightful by teahigh

moon earth sun by orphicsun

The Most Dangerous Thing is to Love by CorvidCordelia

most people start with 'i love you' by queerholmcs

Mountebank by Odamaki

Move in by Strange_johnlock

MR# 1430155 by blueink3

My Fingers Drip With Myrrh by songlin

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs

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Never Have I Ever by hudders-and-hiddles

Never Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords

Nocturn by Atiki

The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst

Not Always 1895 by esplanade

Notes by Kryptaria

Nothing Else Matters by achray

Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01

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Oblivion by AlgySwinburne

Obsession, Appassionato by shinychimera & Yeomanrand

An Ocean Away by westernredcedar

Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl

Of Small and Unexpected Things by wearitcounts

Of Velvet and Silk, Cotton and Cashmere by cwb

The Old Familiar Sting by songlin

On a Sunday Morning by SD_Ryan

On the Losing Side by missselene

Once is Enough by Jominerva

Once More, With Feeling by cellardoors

One Good Scare by blueink3

The One Where No One Proposes by MissDavis

The One With the Proposal by kim47

The Only Available Transportation by blueink3

Onomatopoeia by aquabelacqua

The Oolong Disaster by unicornpoe

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[insanityclause]

Zawe Ashton got some firsthand Marvel insight when she signed on to play the villain in The Marvels.

Known for films like Velvet Buzzsaw and Mr. Malcolm's List, the British actress is joining the Marvel Cinematic Universe as Kree revolutionary Dar-Benn, facing off against Brie Larson, Teyonah Parris, and Iman Vellani. In EW's new cover story on The Marvels, Ashton explains that she had long hoped to work with director Nia DaCosta and jumped at the chance to suit up as a supervillain.

While preparing for the role, Ashton got some advice from another Marvel villain: her fiancé Tom Hiddleston, who's played trickster god Loki since 2011.

"It led to some incredible conversations about his experience being part of this franchise for over a decade," Ashton, 38, tells EW in an interview conducted prior to the start of the SAG-AFTRA strike. "One of the main takeaways from our conversations was: 'What you put into Marvel, you get back.' He said, 'If you go into this with an open heart and a great work ethic and just want to provide an amazing experience for the fans, you'll have an amazing experience on those sets.' He really empowered me in that way."

Ashton says she and Hiddleston often try to keep their work lives separate, but she remembers one particularly fun day when he helped her rehearse a Marvels scene. Afterward, they looked under their kitchen table to see their confused dog, wondering why two terrifying Marvel villains were loudly running lines above him.

Plus, Ashton adds, Hiddleston had some additional pointers for when she got to set.

"He also had some very good practical advice, which was: Make sure you have enough zippers to go to the bathroom in your costume," she says with a laugh. "Which is very good advice, I realize now."

Ashton stars in The Marvels as Dar-Benn, a Kree leader fighting to restore her home after a lengthy civil war. (It's a new, expanded take on the character, who has a minor role in the comics and was originally written as a man.) Ashton trained for weeks, learning to properly wield Dar-Benn's imposing war hammer, and in the film, she clashes with Larson's Captain Marvel, Parris' Monica Rambeau, and Vellani's Ms. Marvel.

"It's this all-female sci-fi extravaganza, with a woman on the other side of the camera," Ashton adds. "I felt very moved, actually, being involved in it. It's not an environment you're often in — a huge-budget movie with all these badass women and Samuel L. Jackson. That just doesn't happen."

The Marvels is in theaters Nov. 10. For more, read EW's full cover story on the film.

[lokidmyheart]

Where Secrets are Stowed

I so often think of this place;

Haven for wonderful dreams.

The sun (..always..) shines;

Trees blow whispers through the land.

Horrifyingly beautiful trees;

They stand as guardians.

Ripples flow as velvet across the pond,

Waiting patiently for a rain that will not come.

Delicate wisps of a willow sway from a breeze,

Hiding the full picture from view.

A rowboat weathered with age yet seemingly ageless,

Floats under those wisps.

Holding out his hand,

He beckons me come.

(..always..)

Loki beans,

I am back!!! Settled after a couple years of life transitions!

Just in time for the second season in a few months.

Don't have nearly as much to crank out as when I first started--and delving more into my crossovers--but I was not gone for good.

It has been a good long while!! Let me know if any of these need updated. For those of you who are still with me, my humble soul is excited! For those who I have lost in my absence, I mentally send my thanks for taking my first steps with me!

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[hiddlesfashion]

Tom Hiddleston in velvet at the GQ Awards is my aesthetic. #LevelUp

[coppercorn-and-cauldron]

Tom Hiddleston in a velvet tux. With perfect ginger/gold curls.

As if he wasn't touchable enough before, he has to go put on a velvet suit FFS.

[tomhiddleslove]

Tom Hiddleston and Susannah Fielding at the '360' premiere during the 55th BFI London Film Festival at Odeon Leicester Square on October 12, 2011 in London, England.

[rizzo87]

Tom Hiddleston - Orange British Academy Film Awards, 2012

[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

You’ve been having an affair with Tom, who’s a married man, and even though he started it, you were the one who never really got attached and saw it for what it was; a strictly sexual relationship. However, one day, he knocks on your door and you see him standing there on your porch with a couple suitcases. He tells you that he’s finally left his wife to move in with you, and you’re just frozen in place, not knowing how to tell him that that is the last thing you want.

[hiddlesbirthdayweek]

Hello fellow Hiddlestoners!

It’s that time of year again where we all come together to celebrate Tom Hiddleston’s birthday. This year we are going to be hosting Hiddles Birthday Week again and we would love it if you could join us!

We’re keeping things the same this year, as it made it more accessible for everyone who wants to join in even if they don’t normally create content on Tumblr.

So, without further ado, here’s a reminder of the prompts selected for #Hiddlesbirthdayweek2022.

Day One: Thursday (3rd February)

Favourite Quote/Interview   (tagged as “TH22: Quote”)

*          There are lots of interviews that leave lasting impressions. Did one include a particular quote that inspired you personally, or that made you laugh out loud. Or did you find the entire interview engaging or inspiring? Maybe it was a funny interview, or one where Tom was extra sassy with his responses. Perhaps he answered a question that you’d been wondering about for a while? It could be Tom’s views on a particular food, or his insight on a character. This day is open for long interviews like Popcorn Taxi, published interviews, or even little ones like one of the many junket videos. You might even have a favourite quote from one of Tom’s characters. This is your opportunity to share it with everyone.

Day Two: Friday (4th February)

Favourite Role  (tagged as “TH22: role”)

*        Pretty self-explanatory! What’s your favourite role? Any of Tom’s roles apply to this prompt. Theatre, film, television, or even radio if you would like to make an audio post. Is it Jonathan Pine, Loki, or Robert from Betrayal. Tell us which role holds your heart.

Day Three: Saturday (5th February)

What Do You Admire Most About Tom?  (tagged as “TH22: trait”)

*        Is it his work ethic? Do you find his advocacy of UNICEF and other charities inspiring? Maybe you admire his friendly and compassionate nature. Whatever it is, this is where you get to talk about it.

Day Four: Sunday (6th February)

Favourite Costume  (tagged as “TH22: costume”)

*        We all know how much Tom loves his day-to-day uniform, so this year let’s talk about the costumes he’s worn instead. Maybe you go weak at the knees for one of Loki’s leather ensembles (maybe even that TVA ensemble), or Jonathan Pine’s suits (or even his casual t-shirt and jogging pants!) Perhaps you prefer Tom dressed for action in one of his period roles: the blue velvet sported by Hal; the top hat and tailcoat of Thomas Sharpe; the traditional Shakespearean breeches and boots of Cassio; or even the 1970′s wide lapels of Robert Laing. Whatever look you love the most, tell us about it here.

Day Five: Monday (7th February)

Favourite Platonic Friendship or On-Screen Partnership   (tagged as “TH22: friendship”)

*        Do you enjoy the professional banter and insightful interviews between Josh Horowitz or Jenelle Riley. Or does Tom’s off-screen friendship with a cast member or colleague always make you smile? It could be Tom and Charlie Cox bonding over their failed auditions when they were younger, or his longstanding friendships with Eddie Redmayne and Benedict Cumberbatch. Maybe you love it whenever one of Tom’s character’s shares the screen with another character. This is your chance to share .

Day Six: Tuesday (8th February)

How did YOU become a Hiddlestoner?  (tagged as “TH22: Hiddlestoner”)

*        Perhaps one of Tom’s role’s particularly moved you, and you Googled his name. Maybe it was through one of his interviews. Or did you just get sucked down the Hiddles Rabbit Hole while browsing Tumblr? However you discovered Tom, tell us about your personal experience of becoming a Hiddlestoner. This isn’t about proving how much of a fan you are or who has been a fan the longest. This is about YOU. You might have been a fan for 10 years, 10 months, or 10 days. There’s no judgement. Share as much or as little as you’re comfortable with.

Day Seven: Wednesday (9th February)

Happy 41st Birthday! (tagged as “TH22: bday”)

*        Today is Tom’s birthday!! That means it’s time to celebrate! Make whatever you want to wish him an excellent year! On this day we will also be reblogging miscellaneous posts that are not tagged as “hiddlesbirthdayweek2022” but are in celebration of his birthday.

So, now that you’ve read the prompts, it’s time to create your own posts and join in! These can be in the form of text posts, audio, gifs, edits, fanart or even poetry. Remember you can always be part of the fun simply by liking posts, reblogging, and spreading the word about the event. You don’t have to post something each day either. The perfect gift is, of course, a little donation to UNICEF via Hiddlestoners Have Hearts.

Finally, we do have a few guidelines (and please be sure to follow these otherwise we will not be able to share your posts):

Please tag your posts with the tag corresponding to each day’s prompt plus #HiddlesBirthdayWeek2022 (It will help us find it!)

Please, no explicit/NSFW or disrespectful/disparaging content. No paparazzi images. And please be careful when sourcing copyrighted images, given the Tumblr policy towards these. We want to celebrate our love of Tom and his work. We don’t want anyone to get their blogs deleted! <3

Please do not repost other people’s work. If you didn’t make the art, gif, or edit yourself, please do not right-click and post it as your own. (Using the insert gif option is fine as that will link back to the original creators post).

We hope you enjoy this years celebrations!

To learn more about the original Hiddlesweek and why we want to continue celebrating it, take a look here.

Team HiddlesBirthdayWeek 

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Hi, Thor with make up sex prompt

Miss J - Part 1

A/N: We love angry jealous, make-up sex always! Thanks for this request.

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warnings: 18+ angst.

Word count: 1400+

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You couldn’t care less about the formal affair though. All you wished for was to kick those uncomfortably high heels off, pull on your favourite pair of sweats and cry yourself to sleep, like you’d been doing for the past week.

A week of the big green monster of jealousy trapping your rational self in its ugly tentacles. A week of drowning your sorrows in alcohol and ice-cream, wallowing in your misery.

Agent Hill had a small mission lined up for you tomorrow which you thought would be a welcome distraction.

Getting a few good punches in and kicking a few arses would definitely help the pent up anger to fizzle out.

.

“Allow me to introduce you to the world-renowned astrophysicist, Jane Foster.”

You smiled politely and shook your current live-in boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend’s hand, whom Thor had introduced you to with such pride and delight.

It was supposed to be a quiet dinner date at your favourite place when Jane showed up with Eric Selvig and Darcy, spotting Thor immediately because it was obvious not to, in any given situation. Cordial exchange of pleasantries later, Thor thought it’d be a good idea for them to join you at your table.

You didn’t mind, not at first anyway, somewhere around your second drink of the night, it got difficult to keep up with the conversation. Not being a part of the ‘gang’ felt like high school all over again.

You tried your best not to let it show, even made attempts to join in them reminisce old stories but it was proving rather difficult. There is only so much one can take, so by the time dessert arrived, you had retracted back into your shell. The only person who showed genuine interest in you the entire night was Darcy.

Needless to say, the ride back home was silent. You didn’t see the point in bringing it up with Thor since you knew he wasn’t at fault, not really, he was too kind and seeing his old friends had made him happy. You didn’t wish to spoil his evening, even if it meant your pre-planned date was.

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Days turned to weeks as your mind pushed away that incident and chose to focus on other things. Thor knew something was up, but didn’t bring it up, assuming you would be over it.

There wasn’t a mission to keep you busy but an upcoming Stark party you were looking forward to.

An easy evening with your boyfriend and the team with great food was something you needed. Little did you know it would turn into a dinner party from hell.

The Avengers Compound was abuzz with polite chatter, dignitaries and fellow colleagues dressed in their finest, enjoyed an elegant evening of expensive aperitifs and exquisite hors d'oeuvres.

You arrived alone after Thor mentioned he had to pick something up for the party and had left the house early. That ‘something’ was actually a someone you were hoping to never run into.

Jane Foster.

A pleasant conversation you were engaged in with Steve was cut short when they arrived, standing too close to each other before she took his arm and walked in.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?”

Steve frowned, following your gaze until he understood the cause of your reaction.

“What does it look like?”

He raised his hands up before taking your empty champagne flute and going over to the bar for a refill while you took a few deep breaths to keep calm and regain your composure.

“There you are, my love.”

Thor’s warm greeting failed to warm your heart as the man wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Here I am.”

You managed a small smile, eyes flitting between the two of them as if waiting for them to make some announcement.

“I thought you’d gone to pick up that bottle of scotch we wanted to give Tony.”

“I was going to, but then Jane suggested we try this different one and I think Stark will appreciate this more.”

Thor showed you the bottle they had purchased but you didn’t give it a glance, you were busy glaring at the man who’d preferred her choice over yours.

“Oh (Y/N), Jane is being considered for a Nobel prize in astrophysics for her study of the Convergence.”

Thor beamed down at the woman before meeting your glare that quickly got replaced with a faux grin.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you (Y/N).” Jane smiled at you kindly.

“If she wins, which I’m certain she will, I have offered to accompany her in Sweden to receive the award.”

“Oh.”

“O-only if you’re okay with it.” Jane interrupted, quickly catching on your reaction to his statement.

“Why won’t I be okay? Looks like Thor’s decided everything by himself. Excuse me.”

You hurried to get away as fast as you could, not really sure where you were going, leaving Thor frowning after you and an exasperated Steve Rogers holding your drink in his hand.

The bathroom seemed like a good idea to collect yourself or let a few angry tears escape, you chose to do both.

Thor was standing right outside the door when you stepped out, arms crossed over his velvet-blazer clad chest.

“That was rude.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“You march in here with your ex hanging on your arm, buy a gift of her choice and then tell me you’re planning a fucking holiday trip with her!” You snapped, not bothered about causing a scene at the party.

“Don’t raise your voice here.” Thor warned but you were too pissed off to even listen.

“Don’t you fucking tell me what to do! This was supposed to be a nice evening with the team, you and I were supposed to spend time together but I see you clearly prefer her company over mine.”

“There is no reason for you to be this angry, my love.”

“Maybe you’re too blinded by Miss Brains over there to notice. Have a good evening.”

You glared at the man one last time before storming out, more angry tears spilling from your eyes and blurring your vision as you walked out.

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Back at your place, you had showered and changed into your sleepwear, all while glancing at the wall clock every now and then, waiting for Thor to get home and apologise.

Leaving you alone with your obsessive thoughts was never a good idea, Thor knew this. You’d always assume the worst and get self-critical.

You were making some chamomile tea to calm yourself before bed when Thor knocked on the open front door before stepping in.

He found you in the kitchen, hunched over the counter with your back facing him. He could tell you had been crying, your choice of pyjamas was always the same when you were upset, a loose-fitting T-shirt that once belonged to him and your comfy shorts.

“What? You didn’t drop Jane home?”

Thor was expecting you to be this upset, he didn’t see anything wrong with the decision before Steve pulled him aside and opened his eyes.

“Look (Y/N)—”

“Do you not want to be with me Thor?”

Your voice cracked in the end as you spoke, still not facing him.

“Why would you even think that, my love?”

“Oh I don’t know. When you walk hand-in-hand with your ex at a party meant just for the teammates, when you spend an entire evening laughing and chatting with her and her friends on what was supposed to be our date night? When you decide to go to Sweden with her to celebrate her achievements?”

Thor stared at his feet before cautiously walking closer to you.

“I realised I was wrong, if you’ll forgive me—”

“Maybe you should get back with her.”

Your statement made him stop in his tracks, his heart shattering as you finally turned around to face him.

“What?”

“Clearly you prefer her over me. Who am I next to the great Jane Foster? I don’t get nominated for Nobel Prizes, I don’t have all those fancy degrees..”

You said bitterly, crossing your arms over your chest while Thor remained silent.

“I realise I’ve upset you, my l—”

“I think you should leave.”

You murmured, turning your back to him once more.

“Please don’t do this.” He begged.

“You should go with her, Thor. I think we have a lot to think about when you get back.”

We need these two to fall in love again. Help!

[villainousshakespeare]

Stalking a King

A HUGE THANK YOU to @shae-annelore for the gorgeous title image. I absolutely love it!!!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Henry V/OFC

Multi-Chapter

Historical AU, Historical Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Angst, Sexual Tension, Bathing, Smut, Oral Sex (F receiving), Angry Smut

Lisabet is a high born Lady of Orleans, France. When King Henry V conquers her city, taking her brother hostage along with other nobles, she vows to be revenged upon the foreign invader and rescue her brother. Dressed in boys clothing she hopes to escape notice in Henry’s camp, but the English King has a much more perceptive eye than she anticipated.

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Sweet Jesu in heaven, he really meant it! As her parents began scrambling out of the room with greater haste than she had ever seen them show before, Lisabet's helpless torrent of giggles slowly began to falter and turn to horror as the reality hit her that Henry did not seem to share her amusement. Indeed, if the steely glint in his eye was anything to go by, he was completely unamused by the ridiculous situation he had thrust them into.

But what could the man expect? When Lisabet had first sashayed into the tower hall, expecting perhaps one of the older princes of France - not the Dauphin, of course she did not aim so high - she had been struck to the quick by his resplendent presence in her home. Good lord, he was devastating enough to look at in his battle worn leather and metal; dressed as he was now in wine colored velvet and golden crown of state upon his head he was enough to make a lesser woman swoon. Even Lisabet herself felt her breathing tighten just the slightest bit at the sight of him. There was something about that sumptuous fabric that made one want to run their hands all up and down it. His hair, brushed to a gleaming shine, had been trimmed slightly, as had his neat beard, making him appear more polished. All in all he was the very image of a warrior king. What on this earth would such a one be doing here?

He must have come for vengeance was her only thought. The last she had seen of him, outside of her over active imagination that seemed to conjure him continually, had been when she had snuck out of his tent with the treasonous letter. Yes, her espionage had failed to foil his campaign, but that was beside the point. She had infiltrated his camp, seduced him into complacency (or so she tried to reframe it to herself) and pilfered his personal correspondence. How could he not want revenge for being made to look so foolish by a mere woman?

What form then would his payback take? Perhaps he meant to shame her in front of her parents by telling them what had passed between them that night. And then what? Would her disgrace be the end of it, or would he seek to blackmail her family into some sort of concessions, be they financial or political. Well, if that was his plan he was doomed to be disappointed. She would not let her own lapse in moral fortitude damage her family. She would take the blame squarely as a true noble aught and consign herself to a life in a convent. It was not as though she any longer thought that she would ever meet a man she could give her allegiance to for the rest of her life. Just as well then to give it over to god.

His first words flattered her in a fatuous manner, no doubt meant to throw her off her guard, so she had no hesitancy before throwing them back in his face. She might accept the censure due to come her way, but she would not let him mock her in the course of it! And yet he continued in this vein, pretending not to have met her before, when he alone among all men had intimate knowledge of her most private parts that only a husband should ever know.

"What make you in this place, your Majesty?" She demanded, unable to bare another moment of a façade made all the worse by how much she longed for him to touch her so again.

"Did not your parents tell you, dearest mine?" he asked, and she saw the smug smile he struggled unsuccessfully to hide. "Why then, allow me to put things to right. My darling Lisabeta de Gascoigne, the fairest she that ere strode on this earth, I beg you put your maiden blush aside, and do consent to be my wedded bride."

As if he were in earnest and not playing some cruel joke upon her, Henry sank down onto one knee in a mockery of a proposal, hand extended towards her.

"If this do be a jest, your Majesty," she managed to ground out, hating how her heart hurt in that moment., "I find I do not care for it a jot."

"This is no jest, I am in earnest, love," he told her, eyes meeting hers. "I would have you as my wife and queen."

It was just too much. All of the month she had spent avoiding just this sort of gesture from undeserving and unwanted suitors and now here he was, the one man in all of the known world who she thought that maybe, under drastically altered circumstances, she might have been able to give her heart to was saying the words she knew she would never hear from him. Oh, if he sought out a revenge he had chosen wiser and crueler than she would ever have believed him capable of. Of course he thought she would accept him, any woman would, and then he would sneer at her incredulousness and make sport of her naivete before he slandered her with the truth. A weaker woman would have wept at the scene that played before her. Lisabeta was made of sterner stuff. With a detached appreciation for the mastery of what he had done, she threw back her head and laughed.

But now her parents were gone, melted out of the room with Phillipe so that she stood alone before the glowering King. With a herculean effort she tried to silence the wild laughter that had overtaken her mere moments before. Henry was on his feet, eye flashing icy blue heat as he glared at her.

"And now we are alone, tell me my brat," he growled, stalking towards her, "what you do find so funny with my suit. For will you, nill you Lisabet my sweet, I swear to you I mean to be your lord."

"By God above, I do believe you do," realizing the truth of the words as they tumbled out of her mouth. "Your Grace has taken leave of all his wits."

"Think it not, my love, for you will find by Sunday next I'll make a Queen of you."

"Were you perchance, when you were in the field, struck by some fever we heard not about? Perhaps you were divided from your wits it would go far to justify this start."

"I am as sane as ever I have been. But were I stark mad raving in a shroud, I still would meet you at the holy altar. It has been all decided Lisabet. Your father doth agree to my fair terms, and Burgundy the Duke his writ it out. As final token of my love for France, I am to take her daughter for my queen and raise off her a troop of French enfants to follow on the throne when I am gone. You are that daughter, soon that wife and queen, and future mother of my royal heirs. By closing of the year I dare hope see your body rounding with the first of them. For you and I will make the fiercest Kings that ever sat anointed on a throne."

His hand, large and callused form a life of sword play, came to rest on her abdomen. Against her will, Lisabet could feel a riot of fluttering beneath it and heading down to her core. He stood so close that she could feel his breath on her face and neck, and she struggled not lean into him, seeking his warmth. It was enticing, the picture he painted. Life as a queen would never be as tedious as the days she had been spending. Even if he was English, he was not unpromising as a monarch. She had quietly been learning what she could of him in the past months, beyond the scandalous tales that everyone knew, and had found herself impressed with his rule of the dreary island from which he sprung. Together they might be able to build a nation to be proud of.

There was only one thing keeping it from being a perfect scenario. At some point, no doubt deep at night when she could not sleep, a hideous realization had come creeping unwelcome into her consciousness. No matter how much she might try to deny it or will it away, Lisabeta had become shatteringly aware that she was desperately, unalterably in love with him.

As impossible as the idea was, it was none the less true. She ached for him with a physical pain that was only overshadowed by the emotional need she felt deep within. She hated herself for it, hated him, but there it was. She could not find a mate in France because the man she had unintentionally given her heart to was France's enemy.

And here he was, the passion of her days for better and worse, standing before her offering her marriage. It should be a dream come true; instead it was a nightmare.

It was not a marriage of love Henry was offering, or even one of passion. Oh, she had no doubt he wanted to bed her. He was a man after all, and they wanted to bed most women unless their taste ran to boys. He would happily tumble her, she was sure, to get the heirs he boasted of. But when he had put his royal seed in her womb, what then? His eye would wander, as eyes were wont to do. After all, it was a marriage of state he offered. A way for him to cement his hold over France. Once he had done his royal duty, he would be free to pursue his pleasures else where. Where would Lisabet be then?

Her passion was fast, but it was not fickle. She new in her soul that she would go to her grave loving the infuriating man before her. Entering into a marriage under such circumstances, with such a wide disparity of feeling between them, would be to set her self up for a lifetime of pain for them both. She would never stoically suffer the slights to her pride, let alone her heart. She would make life hell for all of those around her in her pain. She remembered tales of Eleanor of Aquitaine, one of Henry's ancestors, who had used her own sons as pawns in a war against their father when Henry II had turned away from her bed to another woman. Their passionate jealousies had plunged England into chaos for a generation. Lisabet was self aware enough to see just such another maelstrom wreaking havocs on the realm were she to marry a man she loved who had no more than a passing lust for her.

"Your majesty, I am no wife for you," she told him, hoping he didn't hear the regret in her voice.

"I fear you'll find you're wrong in that, my dove," he smiled, taking her hand in his.

"You need a calm and soothing influence," she tried, attempting to ignore what he was doing to her by simply running his thumb over her palm. "A queen to shelter you and ease your days."

"I need a proud and fiery opposite," he countered, bringing her hand to his lips. "A queen to challenge me and spark my nights."

"It would both drive the both of us right mad. When you have found a more befitting choice and settled down into domestic bliss, you'll think back on this day and bless my name, that I did leave you free to seek out peace."

"What dull and dreary life you conjure, love. I'd bore of such a wife within a week. No timid, shy, young mademoiselle for me. I want a mate who's not afraid to fight. A woman in the flower of her days, one unafraid to find her own bright light. She must posses intelligence, of course, as I do mean to make her councilor in all affairs of our adjoined lands. Quick to defend all that she doth hold dear, be it with sword or with diplomacy. She'll teach our daughters they need not depend on feckless men but battle for themselves. And yes, when all the court has gone to bed, I need a woman who will share my bed, and join with me in matrimonial bliss. I will not lie and say this counts for naught. For ever since you left me that grey morn my mind returns each day to how it felt to have you pressed beneath me in my bed. To how you tasted on my eager tongue, and how my eyes did feast upon your flesh. The noises that you made when you did moan and cry out for me do besiege my dreams. In short, my own delectable temptress, I will not rest until I make you mine in every way a man may claim his mate."

He lips descended to hers, and she was powerless to resist. All her logical protestations flew from her mind as Henry's hand slid into her hair, holding her still while he plundered her mouth. Lisabeta gave up all pretense of modesty or reluctance, pressing her body to his as he canted his hips against her. His free hand cupped her posterior and she felt her leg try to rise and wrap about him, frustrated by the layers of skirts that kept her from feeling his longed for body more intimately.

"Tell me you don't want me, ma amore," he gasped into her ear as he kissed down her neck. "Tell me that you don't desire my kiss, have no more inclination to my bed. Tell me that you could never bear me respect, or subjugate yourself unto my rule. If these objections you can make in faith, I'll leave and seek a queen some other place. But I will hear no words against yourself. I mean it, Lisabeta, hear me now. I want no shrinking violet for a wife."

She should lie, she knew. Tell him she didn't desire him, could never respect him. Once again, though, her body betrayed her. Instead of pulling away, her arms were around him, pulling him back onto the window seat. His hand dipped down her bodice to fondle her breast, and she moaned into his shoulder to stifle to noise. As his thumb brushed her hard nipple she began to fumble with the stays of his trousers. Once more, it was Henry who pulled away, shaking himself to clear the lust from his eyes.

"Time enough for all of that, my love," he told her in a raw voice. "You are to be my wife as well as queen. I will not take you on a window seat where any member of your father's house may wander in and find us at our sport. But listen well, I meant just what I said. My patients is not limitless in this. By end of week our marriage shall take place, and when we two our properly espoused, prepare yourself, my fiery mademoiselle. I shall not let you get out of my bed until I've found each way to make you scream that all the heavens hear you cry my name. Until such time, I take my leave of you, lest all my good intentions prove for naught."

She watched him rise, straightening his clothing, a hot, glassy look to his eyes. She saw herself suddenly as she must look to him - lips red and swollen, breast half pulled from her bodice, hair mussed from his fingers. God above, if anyone walked in at this moment they would know in an instant what had almost happened. Perhaps he was right. The wedding needed to be soon.

Which meant, she realized, that she had at least internally agreed to the wedding. Well, so be it. She was damning herself to heartache, but at least she would know bliss in the days before the blade fell. It was more than she'd expected of her life when she woke that morning.

"Get you your rest, my future lord and king," she smiled at him with her most catlike smile. "I'd have you good and rested on that night."

"I swear that you will kill me, good my sweet," he groaned, bringing her hand once more to his lips. "But of all the ways a man might go, I cannot think of any other death that I would wish for than to die of you."

She laughed, low, throaty, and completely different from her frantic cackling of some time past. Her fate was sealed, but she was Lisabet Gascoigne. She would meet it as she met everything, with her head held high.

***

In the end, it was a mere five days before the nuptial mass was read. It was five days too long to Henry's mind.

He had decided before hand that he would not fully consummate his relationship with Lisabet until the bishop had declared them husband and wife. Henry had spent his youth flaunting a blatant disregard for propriety. This, however, was to be his wife, his Queen, and his life's partner. He would enter into their relationship with as much dignity and respect as he could manage.

Lisabet, it seemed, had a different plan in mind. Sometimes Henry believed that his plan was simply to drive him mad. He was uncertain how, but the two of them seemed to be forever unchaperoned together. He suspected that her parents were not above encouraging an illict tryst so that they had ammunition should the King attempt to renounce the intended union. Not that he had any intention of playing the cad in such a way.

In any event, no matter where he turned in the palace in Orleans, Henry inevitably found his delectable bride to be. He wondered, even, if Lisabet herself were creating the opportunities. She never failed to look anything but stunning in her rich gowns that just skirted to edge of being scandalous with low bodices giving ample sight of her rounded bosom. Henry had seen her devested of all of her clothes, and yet every time he encountered her he all but salivated at the sight of her. The desire to slowly unwrap all of the layers from her and bare her to his hungry gaze was overwhelming.

"Come, let me show you what you do to me," he purred, pulling her into a dark alcove down a twisting hall. "I count the days until I make you mine."

He drew her close and tilted his pelvis towards her, letting her feel just what effect she had on him. Henry had the satisfaction of hearing her gasp as she moved her head to allow him access to her long neck.

"Ah yes, my little Queen, I long to feel the warmth of your embrace when we are rid of all these damned clothes."

It was scandalous, what he whispered into her ear. Most high born ladies would recoil in horror or even worse faint dead at such debauched a suggestion. Lisabet, naturally, did no such thing. She turned her head to engage him in a long, deep kiss that he felt to his toes. Good lord, she was enough to tempt a saint to sin, and Henry was far from saintly. Before he even paused to think her skirts were lifted up around her waist and his fingers were stroking over the damp fabric of her smalls. Sweet Jesu, she was so wet for him! Almost Henry's good intentions went flying out the window. How was he to wait for days when the woman he ached for was so obviously ready to welcome him within her?

"Why what a wonton shall I take to wife!" he groaned, fingering her enough that she had to use his shoulder to muffle her moans. "Methinks you'd let me take you in here and now!"

"You are the King, how could I say you no?" she asked with false humility, teeth raking against the skin of his neck.

"Who is this deferential mademoiselle?" he asked with a little gasp as her hand drifted to his cod piece. "It cannot be the self same Lisabet who burst her way unbidden to my camp and sought to pierce me with her hidden blade."

"The blade was only hidden to you, Sire, because you closed your eyes and feigned sleep. I am no coward to use so mean a trick."

"Forgive me, dearest love, my slanderous tongue," he said, grunting as her fingers toyed with him.

"This once I do so, but keep it in mind," she warned him saucily. "How long will it be till we are wed?"

"Too long for my mind, if it were tonight!' he admitted. "But soft, I hear a footstep drawing near!"

They leapt apart, her skirts falling around her ankles as they struggled to put all things to right. A maid servant, eyes down but a smug smile on her lips walked by, bundle of linen in her hands. Lisabet had smiled conspiratorially at him, and with a mumbled word or two sauntered away, hips swaying proactively.

It was not the last time she would leave him so befuddled. Henry, who all of his life had played with women on his own terms, found himself the one being toyed with. How did this woman make him so impatient and yet instill in him the desire to wait and do things properly? Why did he at once want her more than any woman he had ever beheld and still refuse to take advantage of her readily available charms?

By the time he stood at the altar, Phillipe next to him, and watched her enter the chapel in a long, silver gown studded with royal crimson rubies, Henry was so on fire for her that he actually spared a brief thought to taking her right there and then. The way her eyes flashed hot to his made clear that Lisabet was just as ready to move things along as he was. When the Bishop of Orleans joined their hands and tied them together, his imagination went so wild that he almost missed the words proclaiming them husband and wife.

"What God has joined, let no man sever, you may kiss the bride."

"I'll kiss you now upon your cherry lips," he murmured into her ear before chastely brushing her mouth with his. "But just as soon as I have you alone, I'll kiss you where I know you want it most."

He had the pleasure of hearing her gasp before they turned to smile at the gathered onlookers. It was done. She was his, and soon he would reap the benefits of that.

[onsunnyside]

𝘾.𝙀. – Smut [I]

mostly PWP; one shots, drabbles and headcanons.

Read the warnings for each fic.

Organized by author.

← 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Anytime, Anywhere

[Bratty] [Thinking Of Me]

Cozy

Don't Mess With My... - video vixen!reader

Mine. Yours.

Only You

Presents

[Shut Up] [Streets]

Two Timer - chris evans x black!reader x henry cavill

WAP

@agentofbarnes -

5AM

breeding kink

crush

dumb

Jealous, Cap?

making chris painfully hard

news week

the evans effect

@angryschnauzer -

Overnight - mechanic!chris

Pitching Tents - chris evans x reader x henry cavill

@angrythingstarlight -

Bikini Bottoms

Drabble - Chris taking you home to MA...

Get Comfy

Happy Thanksgiving

Sinday Drabble - exhibitionism kink

Take It All Off

Vacation Mornings

@awhitewolfandhisvibraniumshield - the set up

@balenciagabucky - schoolin life

@barney-james -

Lips n' Hips

Provoked

@bluemusickid -

Irresistible - pregnant!reader

Strangers in the Night - bodyguard!chris

@bucksfucks -

Beer, Football, & Blowjobs

Mile High

sunday football

@buckyownsmylife -

Do I Wanna Know? - pregnant!reader

Follow you

Worst Behaviour - famous!reader

you have sex at a party

@candy-and-writing - Show me Some Moves

@chanelfaerie - demesne

@cherienymphe - None Of Your Concern - famous!reader, dub-con

@chrisevansjellybeans - Mine

@cloudystevie -

mean daddy! Chris punishing bratty reader

softer than the satin was the night - DDLG

the devil’s trap

thirst tweets

@dadplease -

better than the books. - assistant!reader

first touch [1] [2] - virgin!reader

something different, something new

gotta have you, all of you.

@evansweaters - don't be fucking rude - enemies with benefits

@fairyevans - Eventual Punishments - DDLG

@feral-dumbass -

I Love Playin’ With Fire

Somebody to Love

@harrylovex -

Ashamed

Man in a Suit

@iguessweallcrazyithinktho - Bathroom & mirror

@imanuglywombat - Dirty Dancing

@just-the-hiddles - Kitchen Sex

@labella420 -

[Log Off] [Digital] [IRL (In Real Life)] - single dad!chris x single mom!reader

Squirm

Take A Peek - with sebastian stan x reader

@lahyene - Gucci Guilty. - famous!reader

@mypoisonedvine -

A Lesson Earned is a Lesson Learned - daddy!chris evans x daddy!sebastian stan x little!reader

asking chris to try anal

@nsfwsebbie -

And I'll Cry If I Want To - DDLG, slight dub con, daddy kink

you better not shout, better not cry. - dark, dark!sebastian stan x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, dark!lee bodecker x reader, dark!charles blackwood x reader, dark!chris evans x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!ransom drysdale x reader, dark!andy barber x reader.

@ozarkthedog -

A Teal Crushed Velvet Ride

Don't Look Away

One For The Road

Proviso - CEO!chris evans x reader, andy barber x reader

[fluff: Retaliation: The Beginning] [smut: Retaliation: The Aftermath]

Shotgunning with Chris Evans

Tethered

@punani -

chris breeding kink blurb

my girl

Sweet, St. Catherine

@rogersaurora - Breath

@royallyprincesslilly -

Buzz, Buzz—Buzz, Buzz

Focus On Me

If You Want It Come and Get It - famous!reader

Use It

@sunflowerbunny3 - Boston Cream - DDLG

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork -

Chris eating you out and calling you dumb baby

[fluff: Chris goes out with friends and drunk texts you.] [smut: Hangover Cure]

@theblvckvenus - Tonight's Show

@vocalharry - Disobeying Wife

@worksby-d - 103. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” 115. “Don’t ruin the sofa.” “I’ll just have to cum inside you then.”

@youre-deadangel - good girls and skype calls

[hiddlesfashion]

Blue Jumper Hiddles, Velvet Hiddles, AND Loki Hiddleston?!? New Zealand is trying to kill us all!

Tom Hiddleston in M2 Magazine July/Aug 2021

[nildespirandum]

Ok, I finally started the President Loki story I had in mind for the last three weeks -

...like most people occasionally Nora had a small amount of trouble adjusting to the things that now and then brushed or outright invaded her timeline from some of the other, clearly more dangerous and active ones.

The things that were sort of like pteradons, only with fur and curving fangs, nesting on the top of the Sears Tower.

An armoured, purple 1930s roadster with no driver that had become a kind of protective deity to the unhomed who lived on lower Wacker Drive.

And now a pile of green something or other that fell out of what looked like a golden trapdoor in the sky, landing with a really hard thud on her front lawn.   Right on the lavender plants that she had coaxed along all summer.  As a terrible gardener, keeping them alive and knowing that as they flourished in the cool of the fall they would actually come back in the spring had been a real triumph for her.   

Closer up, she could tell the pile was a person, a man, wearing a really ugly green suit jacket that had seen better years, pants that were a little too short for his long legs, and what might have been a tiara snagged in his long, black hair and was all but covered with golden leaves from the elm he had hit on the way down.

She would have to get closer to tell if he were breathing.

Picking up one of the smaller branches from the poor, maimed tree, Nora prodded him with a slippered toe.  It was like stubbing her toe on a brick was, only less painful.

“Are you dead?

He neither moved nor made a sound.

Next she prodded him with the stick.  

It snapped with a crack that seemed especially loud on a quiet Sunday morning. Neither the prod nor the cracking sound made him move.

“Fuck.

For a moment she dithered, starting to go into the house to call an ambulance, and the local TVA office, and then turning back. 

“Fuck, ok, but don’t make me regret this,” she knelt at his side, reaching out to touch his back, hoping against hope that she would feel the rise and fall of breath, or that he would at least be warm.

Viper quick, a long, pale hand grasped her and he rolled over, pulled her to him, and then rolled so he had both her her wrists caught in the hard bracelet of  his fingers behind her back, pinning her to the ground.  

All she could see was that tangled cloud of black hair, and amused eyes, arsenic green eyes, very close.  Their noses all but touched.

“My apologies,” his voice was deep, raspy as sandpaper, voluptuous as silk velvet, and Nora knew immediately that he wasn’t human.  Though he was very familiar.

“I fear that regrets are going to be the least of your worries,” he added, his free hand stroking sparks of green light down her cheek.

Anyone else have something to share with the class?  

@caffiend-queen @myoxisbroken @dianamolloy @just-the-hiddles @dangertoozmanykids101 @zeldawarhol @someillplanetreigns @wrathkitty 

Or anyone else!

[tomhiddleslove]

Tom Hiddleston at the 'Marvel's The Avengers' Berlin Photocall at the Ritz Carlton Hotel on April 23, 2012 in Berlin, Germany.

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

Carnal Lullaby

summary: Loki can't sleep, and he needs you to help tire him out.

warnings: PWP, smut, vaginal fingering, sex without protection, cockwarming, hint of a praise kink.

wordcount: 1123

masterlist here

Grasping fingers smoothing over your belly beneath your oversized tee coaxed you from the depths of your peaceful sleep. A confused, questioning hum sounded in your throat at Loki’s warm leg gliding in between yours.

“I cannot sleep, my love,” he murmured in his rough, low growl that instantly kindled a fire of desire in your abdomen. He left soft, lingering kisses along the edge of your jaw. “Would you assist me with my sleeplessness?”

Blinking your eyes open, you turned your head on your pillow to gaze at your lover, taking in his lust-blown pupils and mischievous grin with the help of cool, blue moonlight filtering in through your gauzy curtains. A blink and you could almost imagine ridges patterning his skin and crimson in his heavy-lidded stare. Your fingers trailed down his torso to rub back and forth along his thigh pinning you to the bed. “And what’d you have in mind for that?”

“Just lie back,” he rolled his hips into you, pointedly directing his unclothed erection to twitch eagerly against your thigh, “and allow me to take you as I please. You are so ravishing, my love, I cannot resist.”

As if his desires needed an explanation for the nudge of his nose against the shell of your ear, followed by the curl of his tongue against the hollow of your throat. As if being with him in your bed was anything less than a privilege that you reveled in every morning when you woke to his sleep-softened smile and every night when his slow, steady breaths fanned against the nape of your neck and he wrapped himself around you. As if he was anything less than good to you, good for you and in you and on you, and as if he wouldn’t make the nighttime interlude worth your interrupted dreams.

The lave of his tongue over your pulse point, followed by a sensual suck that you knew would bruise, sealing his claim over you, sent molten anticipation flowing through your veins to pool in between your legs. Arching your neck to offer more of yourself to his talented tongue, you grinned at the slowly spinning ceiling fan. “I guess I’ll hel-”

The desperate, hungry crash of his lips into yours silenced your playful response. Teasing, sweeping strokes of his tongue tossed fuel to the flames licking against your skin. Deft fingers that intimately knew every swell and dip of you teased down your sides and dug into the giving flesh of your hips. You parted for him easily, legs falling open beneath your silken sheets, arms hooked lazily over his shoulders, and lips gasping for air to feed the desire he so easily ignited within you.

“Ah, ah,” he chided you breathlessly, propping himself up on one elbow by your shoulder so his other hand could remove yours from his smooth skin. Dazzling green and gold light removed what little clothing separated your tingling skin as his free hand caught yours and settled them above your head. “I remember telling you that your part in this was to lie back and allow me to take you.”

Soft, midnight hair fell in a curtain around you to quiet your laughter, contain it in a special, intimate haven created from his forehead resting against yours. The tilt of your chin allowed you to nip at his lower lip. “Get on with it, then. We don’t have all night.”

Challenge gleamed in his eyes to match the growl rumbling through his chest and into yours. His elegant, heartbreakingly beautiful face dipped below your gaze, and not a moment later cool lips encircled the peak of your breast. His other hand memorized the rasp of your skin beneath his calloused fingertips, trailing a path from aching breast, to ticklish bellybutton, to velvety folds glistening with need for him.

“Always so ready for me, sweetling. So good for your king,” he murmured, pressing the praise into your heaving chest, accentuating the words with the graze of his teeth and pinch of his fingers so that your body bowed off of the bed.

More words of encouragement slipped from his lips and over your skin, lifting goosebumps only to be soothed by flicking fingers and twisting tongue. More flames seared your skin from the inside out until you had to card your hands into his hair and tug to hold onto some semblance of reality for the blinding heat that burned your thoughts to ash. More shaking laughter spilled from your lips to be swallowed by his kiss when you jerked at the pinch of his fingers over your throbbing clit, so sensitive from your release that he hummed in approval.

“You’ve forgotten yourself, little one, but that may be forgiven.”

So smug that your heart swelled against your ribcage for the wonderful, impossible man feathering kisses over your sternum.

Velvet-sheathed steel pressed into you, slow and steady, stretching and filling so that your fingernails dug into the swell of his backside. You breathed him in, salt and soap and masculinity and Loki. He was sleepy, content, soft and gentle with his mouth anchored to your shoulder and your hand squeezing the curve of his backside to urge him deeper. Languid and lithe above you, his heart beating his passion against yours. Your ankles hooked around his calves, the steady rise and fall of his body adding to the molten heat unfurling to the tips of your toes and pads of your fingers holding him tight.

Your release washed over you in a gentle wave, your body trembling beneath his at your silent cry. He followed you, his back arching and hips stilling to push you into the mattress. The taste of his surrender was sweet on your tongue, lips curling against his neck as he cried out his bliss into your hair.

Loki tenderly brushed the back of his fingers down your flushed cheek, the faintest tint of blue and raised markings hinting at the source of his suddenly chilled caress. Wicked lips parted to speak and your hand lifted and covered his mouth.

“Sleepytime now, sweetheart,” you whispered, patting his backside twice.

He smoothed one last kiss over the crown of your head and rolled you onto your sides, adjusting your leg over his hip so that he never had to part from your welcoming heat. Your arms tucked in between your bodies and his lax bicep proved a most comfortable pillow. The last of his claim on you to match the marks peppered into your chest and neck. Green light swirled around the blankets to bring them up to your waists as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Yes, darling. Thank you,” he slurred, sleep already pulling him toward his well-earned rest. “Goodnight.”

~

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