#tom hiddleston x reader
holdmytesseract · 2 days
Five-year-old Ella is sitting with Loki at the small table in her room, colouring in her princesses colouring book...
Ella: *takes the pink pencil to colour the dress of the blonde haired princess* Daddy?
Loki: *colours in his very own princess colouring book, gifted by Ella* Yes, sweetie?
Ella, without looking up: Can I have a baby sister or brother?
Loki: *almost chokes on his own spit at his daughter's words* W-What?
Ella, now looking up to meet her father's identical blue eyes: I want a baby brother or sister.
Loki, blinking, still taken aback: You want to have a sibling?
Ella: *nods* Uh.Huh. Eisa said she gets a sibling, too...
Ella, now looking up a Loki with shining, innocent eyes: So, can you and mommy get me a sibling, too?
Loki: Eisa told you that?
Ella: Uh.Huh.
Loki: ...
Loki: Do you really want to have a baby sibling, princess?
Ella, smiling brightly: Yes! Tara said she has a sister and that she is so cute and that she loves her a lot!
Loki, starting to smile softly at his daughter's sweet enthusiasm: Well, sweet girl... I'd love for you to become a big sister. You would make a great big sister. *winks* I am going to ask mommy, yes?
Ella, beaming now: And if mommy says yes, I'll get one?
Loki: *nods* If mommy says yes, daddy makes sure you'll get one.
Ella: *squeals in excitement*
Ella: Can you ask mommy now?
Y/N, appearing in the door frame: Ask me what?
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a/n: Uh.Oh... 👀
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gutflorizt · 9 months
𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭- 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢
𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐖.𝐂: 𝟐𝐤
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟), 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜���� 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐭𝐰!
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You giggled as Loki twirled you around the centre of the ballroom as everyone watched you both in awe. Friga was standing by a wall along with Thor, the pair wore a contemptuous smile. They both knew Loki never made it easy to let someone in and allow him to be vulnerable. He’s had many princesses and other women across the realms throw themselves at him and offer nothing but the luxuries their homes had to offer.
But none of them actually lasted, they would all be shut out and get placed to the side. That was until you. Neither of you were presented as a possible suitor but instead you came to Asgard seeking temporary refuge after being attacked and forced to flee home. Frigga knew the moment her eyes met yours that you were the one for her son.
Frigga had Loki show you not only around the castle but as much of Asgard as he could without getting frustrated and feeling like it was a burden. When he was first around you, he was cold, saying the bare minimum. He even snapped at you to which he immediately regretted.
You allowed him to open up at his own pace, never once forcing him to say or do anything he didn’t want to do. You were so gentle with him, treating him as if he was a glass doll that could shatter at any given moment. The minute he allowed himself to envelop in your aura he instantly knew you were it.
“Wait Loki! I’m going to fall!” You shrieked as he spun you impossibly faster. He pulled you into his chest abruptly as your feet tangled with one another. The room kept spinning even as you stood still.
Loki watched you clutched to his chest, your chest raised up and down rapidly from the constant twirls. “One more dance?”
You shook your head no instantly, “Oh no, no, no. I feel like I’m drunk and I have yet to actually drink!”
“You’re denying your husband a dance? On his wedding night?” He asked.
“Your wife is denying you a dance,” You emphasized as you gently swayed with him. “We’ll dance plenty more my love.”
Loki wrapped his arms around your middle, trapping you in. “No.”
“No.” He repeated.
You laid your head on top of his chest, your eyes fluttering shut. You listened to his heart beat against his chest, it raced each time you nuzzled further into him. “What if we start out honeymoon a bit early?” You mumbled against him.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea,” He started, “but only after a dance.”
“You always have to have it your way don’t you?”
“Of course I do darling,” He nodded.
To your luck the song was at a much slower tempo than the previous one. It allowed you to be able to actually enjoy the dance without having the need to throw up. His hands inched lower, borderline scandalous only for them to be dragged back up.
You decided to have it your way with your hands placed at the nape of his neck, your nails scratching against the particular spot that made him keen. Instead of tilting your head up to look up at him your eyes darted upwards filled with lust and desire.
You leaned forward and captured his lips in yours. His hands gripped your hips with urgency when your hands gripped his hair and pulled on it. You pulled away before it got too heated, your teeth pulled on his bottom lips and it bounced back in place. His lips chased yours but you kept leaning backwards with a devilish smirk.
“You love to deny me don't you?” He grumbled as his forehead leaned on yours.
“Perhaps,” You chirped. “It’s all part of the fun, especially-” You pressed your front to his, your hand sneaked in between your bodies and you plamed him through his pants. “When you get riled up.”
His head was thrown back and a relieved sigh escaped his lips. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, “Darling.”
“I already danced with you,” You reminded him of your deal. “Now it’s my turn.” You pulled him through the crowd, stealing glances while you bit your lip in anticipation.
“Brother!” Thor yelled and grabbed Loki’s shoulders. “Where are you going? The ceremony has just begun.”
Loki tightly closed his eyes and fought the urge to give him a sarcastic remark. “I’m leaving, brother.”
“I can see that but why?”
“Because…” you sang as you placed a hand on Thor’s chest lovingly. “We would like to be alone.”
It took Thor a minute for your words to have fully registered into his brain. “Oh, oh. Sorry to keep you, I should just-” Thor walked away with tomato colored cheeks.
The both of you laughed at his embarrassed state having forgotten as to why you were leaving. But when you remembered you dragged him to the carriage. Loki helped you get inside and once the door shut his hands went all over you.
“Loki,” You warned him. You took his hands off of you but kept them interlocked with yours. “You need to wait until we get to-”
“But I can’t wait,” He groaned. His head dipped to the curve of your neck and placed harsh kisses.
Your hand escaped his and went for his cheeks. Using your one hand you cupped it and bright it away from your neck. “Darling I said to wait.”
A carriage ride had never felt like an eternity for Loki. His body burned with desire and to have you underneath him as you claimed each other’s body, mind and soul. When the carriage came to a stop Loki practically leapt out of the carriage. Your feet didn’t even get to touch the ground when Loki carried you bridal style.
He carried you like that all the way into the house he got you for the honeymoon. You didn’t get to appreciate the oasis around you and were too focused on unbuttoning his shirt. You only got the first 3 unbuttoned when he threw you on the bed. You landed with a yelp, you pushed yourself back up on your elbows and watched Loki fully take off his shirt.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” He murmured.
He took 4 steps forward and pulled your ankle down the bed. Loki got up on the bed and hovered his body over yours. Your lips chased his, moaning in satisfaction when they met. Your hands frantically raked down his back and went all the way to his bottom and pushed his lower half into yours.
Loki pulled back and crawled backwards back to the edge. He bunched your skirt upwards all the way to your hips and roughly kissed your thighs while his body rutted on the mattress. His teeth grazed over your skin and soothed it with the swirl of his tongue.
“No panties?” He mischievously asked when he was faced with your bare cunt.
His large hands gripped the middle of your thighs and parted them as far as they allowed him to. You were absolutely dripping, your cunt was begging to be stuffed. As much as Loki wanted to, he first wanted to savour you and drown himself in your sweetness. He blew cool air onto you, mesmerized by the way you clenched around nothing.
“Loki please,” You whined and brought your cunt close to his face.
He decided to take mercy on you and licked a broad stripe from your hole all the way to your swollen pearl. Your back arched as you gripped the sheet in ecstasy. Your moans echo in his head and spur him on as he repeated his actions a couple more times. His tongue dragged back to your clit, kitten licking it slowly to bring you over the edge.
“Oh my-shit.”
Your body started to move on its own accord to chase it’s first release of the night. It craved the euphoric feeling to rush down your body. Loki knew you were close when your thighs locked around his head and with all his might he pulled away.
“As much as I love feeling you cum on my tongue,” He said, crawling back up to you. “I’d much rather have you do it on my cock. Over and over again.”
He pulled his trousers off and threw them across the room. Then his hands went to your back to look for the zipper. When he couldn’t find it he brought his hands to the front of the dress and used his Jotun strength to rip it in half.
“Hey! My dress!” You yelled when you saw the fabric ripped in a straight line and created two perfect halves. “Now I won’t have it to pass down.”
“We’ll make them remake it. Simple.” His jaw then dropped in awe when he fully saw your body.
“I’ve never seen anything so perfect,” He began to kiss your chest lovingly all the way down to your stomach. He made sure he didn’t miss one spot. “Every curve,” He leaned down and kissed your hip bone, “just for me to see.” He then kissed your other hip bone while he massaged your upper thigh, “And only for me to touch.”
“It’s all yours,” You moaned when fingers grazed against your swollen cunt.
He aligned himself with your entrance, entering with one swift motion. The stretch deliciously burned across your body which caused you to gasp out. Loki moaned out and stilled when he came to the hilt.
“Oh fuck,” He gasped out at the way your walls gripped him.
Loki drew his hips back and slammed them back in against your pelvis. Moans tumbled from both of your lips with each thrust. Your hands flew to his jet black locks, tugging harshly when his cock brushed against that spongy spot.
“R-Right there, please don’t stop.”
Loki took this as a cue to grab your leg and hoisted it on his shoulders. The thrust that followed allowed him to go deeper than before. You sobbed out in bliss when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.
“You’re so tight,” He growled out, his hips picking up with speed causing your tits to bounce with each harsh thrust. “You’re gripping me like a damn vice.”
“Harder,” you managed to squeak out.
‘Your wish is my command,” Loki thrusted with more force into you. The strength of his thrust made you scream out his name. You gripped his biceps, red half moon crescent markings embedded his skin. Loki’s orgasm was rapidly approaching, his thrust losing it’s previous pace, now driving into you with a frantic pace. But he needed to hold out for you.
“Darling I need you to cum,” He breathed out with his eyes tightly shut. “Please, I won’t last any longer,” His thumb went to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. “Please cum for me,” He whined out, his arms felt like jelly and were threatening to give out.
Jolts of electricity ran through you and his whines almost pushed you over the edge. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts and tears collected at the corner of your eyes. With a couple rolls of your hips, you came with a silent scream as your body trembled.
“Good girl, you’ve always been good to me,” Loki babbled as he let his body chase the release it’s been desperately needing.
“Oh god-I’m cumming,” Loki’s hips stuttered as his cock twitched inside you. You felt the warmth of his ropes of cum fill your body. Once his breathing returned to normal he sat back and admired the way his seed dripped out of you. This was his way of marking you, telling your body that it belonged to him and no one else.
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rocketrhap3000 · 1 year
requested : -Hey! I don’t know if you’ve seen that trend on TikTok where the girl is on the phone or doing something where she refers to her boyfriend as her “husband” and the guy’s reaction is always so cute! I was wondering if you had time if you could write something about doing that with CEvans, Seb, and/or Hiddleston and what their reactions would be! Thanks in advance! - could you do a fic where reader pranks chris from one of those couples pranks on tik tok lol
a/n: loved this idea but thought to turn it into a headcanon! i hope it’s alright!
warnings: seb’s ends a little suggestively and there’s some kissing n stuff throughout it all but it’s really all just fluff!
no beta/loosely proofread so please excuse errors!
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you’re swinging through a starbucks drive-through after a day of shopping and you’ve been silly and lovey-dovey with each other all day long 
he’s driving, and, of course, has a hand on your thigh at all times
and he always lets you order from the passenger side because he messes up the specifics of your drink lol
“could i please get a (insert your starbucks order here)?” you ask, nudging Chris’ shoulder because he’s laughing at how precise you always are
“of course. anything else for you today?” the employee asks kindly
“oh, love, can i get that cold chocolate-chocolatey-chippa-frappa thingy?” Chris whispers to you, giving your thigh a light squeeze
you giggle at the way he words it, but you know exactly what he’s asking for
“yeah,” you speak up loud enough for the machine to pick up your voice again. “and my husband would like the double chocolate chip blended frappuccino. and that’ll be all,”
his head jerks to look at you the second the word slips past your lips, the grasp on your thigh only tightening as his face lights up with the biggest smile
“alright, does everything on the screen look correct?” the employee asks, and you’re trying to hold back your laughter and pay his reaction no mind, but it’s so difficult
“yes!” you confirm with the employee before they tell you the total of the order and instruct you to pull up to the window
“Chris, pull forward,” you giggle, seeing that he’s still awestruck by your use of that word
“husband?” he finally asks with bright eyes 
“what?” you ask, playing it off as if you don’t know what he’s talking about 
“you called me your husband,” he repeats excitedly
“i don’t know what you’re talking about, but pull forward, there’s a line behind us!” you laugh, brushing it off
he rolls his eyes and groans, following your direction and driving up to the window
Chris and the barista share a nice greeting before Chris gives them his card to pay for your drinks
then as he’s handed his drink, Chris asks, “hey, did you hear what she called me? like when she was ordering, she called me her…”
he places the cup in the holder in the middle of the car before the person is holding out your cup next
“uh... husband?” the barista chuckles nervously, handing Chris your drink.
 “see! they heard it!” Chris exclaims, turning to hand you your cup. 
“have a good day,” the barista laughs, clearly confused, but Chris thanks them and then pulls into the nearest parking spot while taking a slurp of his frappe
“am i the husband, now?” he then asks once he’s parked, kissing your cheek while you sip on your drink
“if you wanna be,” you turn to look at him, shrugging nonchalantly
“hell yeah, i wanna be,” he nods
“okay,” you shrug and smile
“just gotta make it official now,” he smirks, kissing you with his chocolate-tasting lips
you giggle at the suspicious expression he has on his face as he pulls away
“so on a completely unrelated note, what’s your ring size and where’s your dream vacation destination?”
the two of you just moved into a new house together and picked out some new furniture for the living room and dining room and such
and the shipment was supposed to arrive today but Seb’s been dealing with the company all day long because the order got messed up
and all Seb wants is a furnished home with you, and right now all you have is the bed in your bedroom and this loveseat couch, which is barely big enough for Seb to sprawl out on, let alone you both to sit on
“oh my god! this is so frustrating!” Sebastian groans, shutting his laptop with force and tossing it onto the fluffy rug. 
you knew he was getting agitated but you didn’t realize just how much
“oh my goodness,” you chuckle from the kitchen, “what is the matter, Incredible Hulk?”
“god, they say it’s easy handsfree delivery but this has been the most difficult process of buying furniture ever,” he explains angrily
“what?” you ask, leaning over the back of the couch and ruffling his hair with your fingers
“i just got an email and now they’re telling me the new furniture won’t be shipped til friday and it’s not even coming directly here. we have to go to the actual store to pick it up, which is like two hours away,”
“noooo,” you groan empathetically before stepping back over into the kitchen and flipping the light off
“i’m actually super pissed about this,” he states as you slide over to where he’s sitting
“it’ll be okay, love,” you hum, coming to sit beside him on the couch with a hot cup of tea for each of you
“love, all we have in our house right now is a bed and this child-sized couch, and that’s it,” he laughs in frustration, taking his mug from you and kissing you sweetly.
“do we need more?” you question, against his lips
“mm,” he moans a little, “a bigger couch would still be better,”
“i dunno. if we get a new couch that’s just asking for Anthony to fall in love with it,” you joke, patting his chest
“yeah, well, i’m gonna make a rule that he can’t exploit our new couch like he did with the old one,” he laughs
“okay, baby. you do that,” you coo, squishing his cheeks in your hand and bringing him in for another series of kisses
he turns his body to face yours, grabbing the hot mug from your hands and setting both his and yours down on the flimsy, portable table in front of the couch
then he smirks and lays you down so that his solid body is on top of yours, you giggle bashfully as he hums contently at the way he has you
“seems you have no issue with having just a couch after all,” you tease.
he rolls his eyes as he leans down to kiss you slowly, hands grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist before planting his palms on either side of your head to keep himself steady
his kisses are hot and wet, moving from your mouth down your neck and sliding the fabric of the shirt - his shirt - off your shoulder to have access to the skin of your collarbone
he nips gently and playfully, slowly grinding his hips down against yours, and youre completely helpless underneath him
but it all comes to a halt when you hear your phone start buzzing on the side table above you
“seb, wait,” you mumble with a laugh, trying to slide up more
“mmm, ignore it,” he groans, continuing his assault on your neck before going back to your lips, tugging gently on your bottom lip with his teeth
“it might be work,” you whisper breathlessly against his mouth, reaching backwards to feel for your phone
“ignooore,” he repeats like the goof he is, but you push him off of you with a laugh, grabbing the phone and answering it
“who is it?” he asks, and you place your finger over his lips to keep him hushed
but instead of being normal and letting you talk on the phone, Sebastian opens his mouth and lightly sucks on your finger
“yes, speaking,” you say on the phone, your voice weak from watching him hold your hand in front of his mouth
“hang up,” he mouths, kissing your knuckles, but you make your eyes go wide at him, letting him know he needs to shut up
“so we need to go there to confirm the order again?” you ask the person on the phone, having to ignore Seb’s hands wandering up and down your thighs
but when he hears what you say, he stops and rolls his eyes, huffing in frustration and shaking his head.
“tomorrow?” you ask. “okay, i mean, i guess so. what time? can it be any earlier? it’s almost a two hour drive for us. that’s why we just wanted to have it delivered here,”
“oh my god,” Sebastian groans, rubbing a hand over his face
"alright, that works… no, that’s alright... my husband and i will be there to pick it all up tomorrow…”
at the sound of the word ‘husband’ seb perks up, face turning pink with blush and eyes lighting up like fireworks
“husband?” he whispers with a smile, but you still have to finish the call
“oh, yeah, that would be great. mhm, great…. thanks. alright, bye,” you finally end the call, dropping your phone on the floor below you, but not before sebastian’s lips are on yours again
“what’s got you all wound up all of a sudden?” you tease, knowing just what the cause of his behavior is
“husband, eh?” he murmurs, kissing just below your ear. “was there a wedding i missed?”
“hm… must’ve just slipped out,” you shrug teasingly.
“just slipped out, huh?” he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows
“yeah, just slipped out,” you repeat with a laugh of your own. “that make you happy, though?”
“oh it makes me so happy. lemme show you just how happy it makes me, sweetheart,” he growls, and you can’t help but laugh in return
“we still have to pick up the furniture there, though,” you try to tell him
“mmm. i guess this couch will have to suffice until then...”
“darling,” you hear Tom call from upstairs, then hear his footsteps echo down the stairs and through the hall to meet you in the kitchen
you smile as you take in his lazy appearance: baggy grey joggers hanging on his hips, a cozy sky blue hooded pullover with uneven strings, white sport socks covering cold feet, thick frames around his perfect blue eyes, and unruly ginger curls that you just love to run your fingers through
he notices you looking him up and down with eyes of admiration and all he can do is chuckle and turn rosy in the cheeks
“what are you looking at?” he asks bashfully, taking another step so that he’s less than a foot away from you as he adjusts the glasses on his face
“just you. you’re adorable,” you giggle, unable to stop yourself from reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair
he blushes profusely, a shy scoff comes from his mouth as he shakes his head in denial before leaning down to peck your lips sweetly
“do you have any more laundry i can throw into this load?” he asks after you pull away
“no but thank you for checking,” you smile at him, turning back to your task of putting away the last of the clean dishes from the dishwasher
“oh, Tom! did you end up talking with Ben and Sophie about going out this weekend?” you ask
“yes, actually!” he announces excitedly, clapping his hands together. “they said saturday works.”
“oh, good,” you sigh. “and that also works for you?”
“yes, it works just perfectly. and they’re excited to try that restaurant,” he affirms.
“great! oh, i’m so glad this is gonna work out. it’s been so long since we’ve seen them,” you say happily, turning back around to face Tom and falling into his embrace
“i know, it’s going to be so great to see them again. and to spend some time out together, too,” he says in a voice just loud enough for you to hear, his chest rumbling against your cheek and his hands securing you close to him from behind
you sigh happily and the two of you remain like that for a few more moments before he pulls himself away to finish laundry
but before he takes his leave, you grab his attention once more
“oh! should i call ahead to see if we need a reservation?”
“oh, good idea, love. i didn’t even think of that,” he notes
he pulls up the number on google and reads it to you so you can call on your phone, and you put it on speaker so that Tom can hear, too
“hello, this is the Aviary, David speaking. how may i help you?” the man on the line says
“hello, David! i’d like to make a reservation,” you say, looking at Tom.
“of course. when would you like to make it for?”
“do you have availability on saturday night… five pm?” you ask David and also Tom, and he nods in affirmation.
“yes, this saturday is still wide open. i’ll put you down for five pm,”
“wonderful, thank you,”
“my pleasure. and how many are in the party?”
“there will be four of us,” you answer
“oh! ask about rooftop dining, darling!” Tom whispers to you
“and my husband was wondering if your rooftop dining is available?” you say to the man, and the second the word leaves your lips, your heart starts to race
you don’t know why it just slipped out, but it did, and judging by Tom’s giddy grin, he caught it
“absolutely. so i have you down for a party of four at five pm on saturday night.” David confirms.
“that’s wonderful. thank you so much,” you say with a small trepidation in your chest
“my pleasure. have a wonderful day,” the man says.
“you as well,” you reciprocate, then hang up, staring right into Tom’s sweet, beautiful blue eyes
“darling, what did you call me?” he wonders aloud with a small smirk playing on his lips
“huh?” you ask, standing up from the couch.
“on the phone, just now,” he asks, following you out of the living room
“oh... i dunno,” you shrug
“oh, yes, you do,” he chuckles quietly, bringing you in close to him by a firm grip on your waist. “what was that word you used, hm?”
“i have no clue what you’re talking about, mr. hiddleston,” you feign innocence, but the smile you’re fighting back is a dead giveway
“mm, mhm, alright,” he nods in fake agreement before leaving a quick kiss on your lips
“i don’t!” you refuse with a laugh
“okay. well, your husband will be finishing laundry if you need him,” he says before strolling away
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evendeadlmthehero · 1 year
Looking at the Past
Summary: Loki gets captured by the TVA and gets to see his past were he finds out that he had a lover; you.
A/N: so I watched the first episode of Loki and it inspired me to get out of my writers block and write a story about Loki looking back at his past and sees someone that loved him. So trigger warning VERY EMOTIONAL AND LOKI EPISODE 1 SPOILERS
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Loki had never felt so far away from the concept of control until now. He never felt so lost, so helpless and so purposeless until he stepped foot in the TVA. He hated the feeling, he hated feeling this way, he hated the Avengers but most of all, Loki hated himself.
At first, he thought it was a joke. That this place was all a front, that he was a God and a God was the most powerful being. However, after visiting Casey and finding the multitude of infinity stones used as paper weight, he realised that the TVA was no joke. The TVA was in fact the keepers of time and all the choices his made were choices that was already written.
Except him running away of course.
Loki looked at the projector that was playing before, paused on all the Avengers. A thought had slowly crept into his brain. The thought of looking at his whole life. He shuddered at the thought. He was scared. Mobius had told him his life purpose was to create pain and suffering for others so that they can achieve the best version of themselves. Had that been true? Was his whole life just pain and suffering? Had his life been a meaningless void filled to aid others to the betterment of themselves while he crumbled to nothingness?
Loki let out a sigh, thinking to himself how he might as well see how horrible his life was. He sat down on the metal chair, letting out a breath. His shaky hand went to the player, fast forwarding it to his mother’s death. The death that he had caused.
A single tear rolled down his cheek as he realised that his mother’s death was on him. He never thought Mobius was telling truth, that he was lying to manipulate Loki. But the infinity stones in Casey’s drawers had reminded him about the awful fact that he did indeed kill his mother. He was the reason why his mother had died. In an effort to gain control of his life, he lost the one thing that mattered to him the most; his mother.
He fast forwarded it but paused when he saw an familiar face, your familiar face. He was confused, you were the one who fought against him with the Avengers, why did you show up again? Did he come back to Earth?
“Loki, you are not responsible for your mother’s death,” you spoke, walking around to face him. He could see the skyline behind you, realising it was the Avenger’s Tower. Apparently he had returned to Earth after his mother’s demise.
“I led them to her!” He heard himself yell, chucking a glass. But you didn’t flinch. “I led them to her! I killed her!”
He watched as you walked closer to him, grabbing his hand. “You were in your lowest state, vulnerable to your weakest intuition. Your father had imprisoned you. Even though someone had been torturing you to do the things you had to do to New York.”
Loki flinched at that. Were you guys that close that he told you his deepest darkest secret? About how Thanos had tortured him and imprisoned him to get the other infinity stones?
“How did you know about that?” Loki yelled at you.
Apparently not.
“Because I can tell when someone has been tortured and manipulated by monsters,” you replied back in a calm voice, your eyes tearing up. “I know Loki. I know how it feels to helpless, to feel lost and unwanted and-“
Loki stopped it, his breath trembling. He fast forwarded it, not wanting to hear anything else as more tears fell down his face. He paused again, seeing a provocative image fill the screen and his veins filled with curiosity.
“Loki,” he heard your voice moan. He watched on as he saw himself not fucking you, but making love to you. He watched himself, his eyes filled with love and adoration at yourself.
He watched as your bodies molded together so perfectly, how you were both moving in synchrony. He watched as none of you broke eye contact, as both of you moaned in pure bliss.
“I love you,” he heard himself tell you. Something he never realised he would ever tell anyone. And by the vulnerability in his eyes, he knew future him had a hard time even saying it. He looked at you as if he was scared he had frightened you, as if those words had pushed you away.
But it didn’t. It had made your bright and beautiful smile broaden even more.
“I love you too.”
He let out a breath, not stopping himself from crying this time. Had he finally found someone who loved him for himself? Had he really been that lucky? He paused it again, looking at you. How your eyes looked at his. How calming and serene you two looked together.
He fast forwarded.
“How could you do that!” He heard himself screaming at you. Your face was in tears, looking back at him. “How could you be so idiotic, I told you to go back!”
“Why are you so mad, I’m still alive aren’t I?” You yelled back, clutching your stomach.
“Barely! God you humans are so daft!” He yelled back at you, his hands brushing his hair back. “Humans are so fucking daft and fucking pathetic!”
“Oh I’m sorry God Almighty, forgot you were immortal!” You yelled back, letting out a groan as your stomach was fighting against your screaming. “I’ll take the thank you later.”
“Thank you? Thank you!” Loki yelled back at you. “That weapon would’ve barely scratched me! You didn’t need to risk your life to stop it! You didn’t need to almost die just so you get to play hero and-“
“Don’t you understand that I can’t lose you!” He heard you scream louder than ever before, making him go silent. You let out a sob, shaking your head. “You’re the only- only good thing that has ever happened to me. And and- fuck, it scares me how much I love you. I love you Loki Laufeyson. I love you so much that I’d go through hell and back just to make you smile even if it meant I wasn’t alive to see it!”
Loki paused the video, letting out a sob before shaking his head. He couldn’t even fathom it. He thought he was an unlovable monster. Yet it seemed that you were blind to all of it.
He fast forward.
“I bought you a house,” Loki heard himself again.
You two were lying on bed, looking like you were in a private room on a spaceship. Both of you cuddling under the the sheets, Loki’s fingers drawing shapes on your skin.
You laughed at him, not taking him serious. But his face didn’t change, stopping your laugh. “Wait, you’re serious?”
“Mhmm,” Loki replied back kissing your knuckles. You giggled at him, and Loki’s smile widened at your laugh. Even the Loki who watched on felt himself smiling at the sound of your voice giggling.
“And how did you get the money?”
“A god doesn’t pay.” Loki replied, laughing as you slapped him in the arm.
“Where’s the house? On Asgard?” You replied back jokingly. “How convenient for you, it’s in ashes now.”
“Earth.” Loki pushed your hair back. You looked at him in disbelief.
“Earth?” You questioned him, your face in bewilderment. “I thought you hated Earth, which is why we decided to visit Asgard instead.”
“But you love it,” Loki replied back, kissing your forehead. “And if you love it, then that’s enough for me.”
Loki fast forwarded it, unable to handle it watching it anymore. He needed to see how this played out. So he went to the end.
The hairs in his forearm rose as he stood up from his seat at the site of Thanos. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine, your bloodied face in the back.
“Please,” he heard you wheeze out, tears uncontrollably running down your face. You tried crawling over to Thanos, trying to find mercy within the Titan. “Please.”
“I am feeling generous today,” The Titan said with a smile before picking up Loki by the neck.
“No!” He heard you scream. It was as if all the energy in your body came out all at once as you got up to run, only to be locked down by pieces of metal from one of the children of Thanos. “No! Let him go please!”
“So I’ll only kill you, and I’ll spare your brother and the girl,” Thanos said, before snapping his neck.
Loki let out a deep breath, his whole body shaking. He heard you scream in agony, a shriek that can only be described as a mother losing a child to war. He watched as you flung your body on him, trying to protect him from the explosion of the ship. He watched as Thor begged you to leave, but you yelling that you weren’t going to leave him alone, that he was not dying alone. And then he watched on as the words ‘End of File’ were etched on the screen.
Loki shook his head, before he started laughing. Laughing at himself. Laughing at his life. Laughing at how just as life was getting better for himself, just as he started making amends, he died.
“What's so funny?” He heard a voice say behind him. Loki smirked, turning around. The women looked at him weirdly, his face all tear stricken.
“Glorious purpose.”
“Loki?” Mobius called out to Loki who was sitting down, his hands on his face with the tesseract next to him. “Nowhere left to run.”
“I can't go back, can I? Back to my timeline?” Loki asked, feeling helpless. Feeling sad. Sad because he will never have a story with you, a life with you. “I don't enjoy hurting people. I- I don't enjoy it. I do it because I have to, because I've had to.”
Mobius slowly walked over to Loki, feeling a bit more motivated now that Loki was opening up to him more. “Okay, explain that to me.”
“Because it's part of the illusion,” Loki explained, letting out a sigh. “It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear.”
“A desperate play for control,” Mobius finished for him, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “You do know yourself.”
“A villain,” Loki scoffed. Mobius shook his head.
“That's not how I see it.” He then looked at the tesseract that was near Loki. “You try to use that?”
“Oh, several times,” Loki laughed, looking at the tesseract with now lost interest. Men and women have died for this. Have started wars for this. Yet compared to the sacred timeline, these stones were toys. “Even an Infinity Stone is useless here. The TVA is formidable.”
“That's been my experience.” Mobius peeked an eye on Loki, feeling sympathetic. He let out a sigh. “Listen, I can't offer you salvation, but maybe I can offer you something better. A fugitive Variant's been killing our Minutemen.”
“And you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him?” Loki had asked him.
“That's right.”
“Why me?” Loki asked confusedly, arching an eyebrow.
“Because the Variant we're hunting,” he paused, looking Loki in the eye.
“Is Y/N”
You let out a breath, watching the minute men as they walked out of the portal. You hid back in the darkness, looking as the scene played out in front of you.
“I think some jackass found himself a time machine, came back here to get rich,” one of them spoke. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at their laziness. The TVA might be powerful, but god their workers were indolent.
“Should we fan out and look for him, sir?” A smarter minute man asked.
“Nah. It's not worth the paperwork.” The minute man turned around, looking at the other worker. “Just prune it. Let's bail. Set a charge.”
The minuteman was about to set the charge but before he did, he made eye contact with you. You raised a hand up, purple light seeping through your fingers. “Wait. Someone's out there.”
“Who are you!” The minute men spoke, pointing their weapon at you. You know walked towards them, a little coy smile on your lips.
“I’ll make this easy for you guys.” You pointed at the device. “I want that. Give it to me, and I’ll spare you.”
“No you can’t just walk in here and-“
“Fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. Your finger lit up an even brighter purple spark, before pointing it towards the oil and lighting it up in flames.
You watched as the minute men burned into flames, slight twinge of guilt seeping through your veins. The Avengers would be so disappointed in you. But that thought disappeared as soon as it came to your head. You wanted Loki back, no matter what the cost.
You would walk to hell and back just to see him smile.
So you walked over to the device, picking it up before transforming back into your true form. The form you took after the final battle against Thanos. The form you took after you snapped your fingers, after taking the gauntlet. You didn’t care if you died when you wore the infinity gauntlet, you already lost Loki. But you didn’t died. Instead…
You became the Infinity Witch.
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irisofeden · 1 year
𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 | 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢𝐢.
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kinktober masterlist
day three: overstimulation
pairing: bestfriendsbrother!loki x fem!reader
warnings: modern au. smut. orgasm delay/denial, spanking, cunt slaps, thigh riding, fingering, implied oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk, punishment. oh also, loki is covered in tattoos.
word count: 2.4k
from the writer: this is my first time writing for loki in a full fic, so hopefully this is okay and doesn’t totally suck lol
eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.
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The house is quiet, making your shoulders sag in relief as you tip toe your way to the kitchen.
Your head felt dehydrated from the alcohol you’d consumed earlier at the club, and you needed to wash away that dry feeling.
Opening the fridge, you take out a bottle of water, only to close it and jump back in fear at the sight of someone appearing.
“Loki!” You gasp, “What the hell, you scared me!”
The onyx haired man just chuckles, arms up in surrender. “Sorry, dove. I couldn’t resist when I saw you come down.”
“You’re a jerk.”
He shrugs. “You like it.”
Biting your lip coyly, you focus your attention to unscrewing the bottle for a sip. All the while, taking in the man in front of you.
Loki was painfully attractive, standing there in his black sweatpants with his bare chest on display. Tattoos littered his entire upper half, and your eyes focus on the two snakes that intertwine the centre of his chest.
He wears the hint of a smirk on his face, clearly enjoying your appraisal. “Did you have fun?”
“At the club,” he says.
You nod, “Sure.” Then you’re finishing your water. “I mean, it was fine. I came back alone though, didn’t I?”
“Poor thing.” Loki grins, “Still haven’t been able to break that dry spell.”
“What are you talking about?”
He stalks closer to you, trapping you between him and the bench. “Well, I may have overheard your earlier conversation with my sister.”
You wish you had more in you than a stutter, heat prickling at your chest as he presses himself against you.
Loki’s hand reaches to cup your face, thumb running along your bottom lip. “It’s a real shame that you haven’t been able to find.. release, in so long.”
“We’re going out.” Hela says, “You need to get laid.”
“I told you, I’m fine.”
She snorts. “Sure, and I’m the Goddess of Death.”
“Okay, that’s super specific.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
You scoff. “I didn’t!”
“Seriously, how long has it been? One month, two?”
“Five.” You respond, “But that’s beside the point.”
Your best friend whistles. “No wonder you’re so uptight these days.”
“Of course you’d linger around, creep.”
Loki rolls his eyes. “To think, I was going to offer my assistance.”
“Your assistance?” You stare incredulously. “And what makes you think I’d even want that?”
His tattooed hand moves down, resting over your neck in a possessive grip. “You think I don’t notice? How you look at me — how your thighs always seem to clench tight when I walk by?”
“You’re delusional.”
“And you want to fuck your best friend’s brother.” He smirks. “You’re just too prideful to admit it.”
“You’re wrong.”
But Loki just looks at you with that all-knowing mischievous glint. “Is that so, princess?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why? You don’t like it?” His head tilts to the side, almost as though he’s analysing you.
“I don’t like you.”
Loki stares at you for a moment, and you feel faint from the intensity. He peers into your soul as though he’s reading every thought you’ve ever had. Looking into the deepest parts of your desires that you’d hidden.
“You sure about that?”
Your breath hitches in your throat as Loki’s hand begins it’s descent down your body, stopping at the hem of your pyjama shorts.
“Can I?” The question lingers in the air, and you can’t look away from those blue eyes you’re about to drown in.
“Loki…” It takes you a moment, but the feeling of his slender fingers brushing along your sensitive skin has you deciding. “Please.”
His fingers glide through your folds. “Oh princess,” he groans. “You might not like me, but this delicious cunt sure does.”
You steady yourself, with one hand clutching the granite tile and the other going around his neck. “You’re an asshole.”
“I think you enjoy that about me, dove.” And then he’s flicking his thumb over your clit, teasing your hole with two fingers before pressing in. “It really has been a long time hasn’t it? This cunt is so bloody tight.”
“Oh my god!” His fingers fasten their pace, hitting that spongy spot inside unexpectedly and Loki’s other hand comes to cover the moan you release.
“Can feel you squeezing my fingers. So desperate, aren’t you?”
You cry his name. “Please, I’m so close. I wanna come, Loki, please!”
For a second you think you’re almost there, the impending orgasm making itself known with each circular movement on your bud.
“You want to come, princess? You think you deserve it?”
“Yes! Yes, Loki!” Your thighs begin to tremble with each second that passes. “I’m almost there!”
He leans in close to you, bypassing your lips as he leans into your ear. “See the thing is, dove. Is that bad girls; disobedient ones, don’t get what they want.”
There’s a buzzing in your ears, and suddenly — you’re empty and Loki’s stepping away. You can only stare in disbelief as he brings his fingers to his mouth, your juices glistening before he licks them clean. “You taste so good, I almost regret not putting my face between those sublime thighs of yours.”
It seems words escape as you watch him walk away from you.
“Good night, princess.”
You don’t get an ounce of sleep after that. The ache between your thighs and your missing orgasm leaving you irritated and needy. Yet, it seemed like your own fingers couldn’t do the job; not after you’d felt his.
The next day, you woke up in your best friend’s house to no sign of the man that haunted your every thought. Deciding to go home, you finally feel some sense of comfort once back in your space.
You’ve barely been home an hour when you get a text.
Let me in.
The audacity of this man, you think. Rolling your eyes, you don’t bother responding. Only a moment later, there’s a knock at your door.
“What the hell do you want?” You glare at the man on the other side of your door.
“So, not happy to see me?”
Scoffing you answer, “After last night? Not really.”
“Well, princess. I’m here to make it up to you.”
“Then you’re wasting your time.”
Loki shakes his head. “I don’t think I am.”
“Well I know you are.”
“And I know, that you want me. No matter how much you try to fight it, princess.”
Crossing your arms, you stand firm. “You had your chance last night, and then you left me high and dry. Sorry if I’m no longer interested.”
Except you don’t get the response you’re anticipating. Instead, he just laughs. “You expected me to fuck you in a house where my family could hear you scream?” Loki explains, “Sorry dove, I’ll try not to be so considerate next time.”
Okay, so maybe he had a point. It didn’t mean you had to like it.
“Come on.” He stands close enough that your lips just barely touch. “Let me do what we’ve both been wanting for years.”
It surprises you both when you’re the one to lean in first.
Loki kisses exactly how you knew he would — confident, self-assured with a suspecting tease that has you chasing his mouth with yours.
Your hands weave through his wavy locks, tugging the strands as you grind your hips into his.
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to make your way to the bedroom. Loki sits at the end of your bed, pulling you to straddle one of his thighs as he presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck.
His hands are rough on your waist as they push you back and forth against the denim, encouraging your movements as you ride his thigh. You can feel your juices leaking through the fabric of your underwear, with each roll of your hips getting more desperate.
A smack to your ass has you letting out a thrilled moan of his name.
“Are you close, princess?” Loki’s voice is sickenly sweet, and if you weren’t already so close to release, you would have paid more attention to it.
“Mhm” Needles that bring pricks of pleasure feel like they’re piercing your chest. “I’m gonna cum, Loki! Oh my fucking god, I’m almost there!”
As soon as you tell him that, it’s like a switch goes off. Your movements seize, and you barely have enough time to react before he’s tossing you on the bed.
He grins like the cheshire cat as he hovers over you. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”
The next minute relies on him removing your clothes, marvelling at your naked body below him until you feel those familiar fingers trace the insides of your thighs.
“They’d write sonnets about this cunt.”
“Shut up.”
He chuckles as his fingers glide through your folds, smearing the wetness around before rubbing your clit in circles. His thumb teases your entrance, only pushing in as you buck your hips up.
“Still such a tight, little thing.” Loki watches as your fists clench the bed sheets. “We’ll have to open you up to take my cock, princess.”
Any snarky retort you had died on your tongue the moment his pace turned rapid. Stroking over your nerves quickly, yet with a determined precision as you writhe on the bed.
Another orgasm builds, making itself known and you think of warning him but something tells you he won’t let you have it.
Then you’re empty again, a low whine coming from you at the loss.
“You come,” Loki growls, “When I say you can.” He waits for you to agree and once he has it, he leans in. “If you need me to stop, say Norse.”
A snort leaves you. “Seriously?” But he just raises an eyebrow in response. “Norse, got it. Weirdo.”
“You know the more insolent you are, the worse it becomes for you.” He leans in close. “But I don’t mind, it’ll be more fun when you cry, dove.”
After that — you’re a mess.
Loki uses his fingers, his mouth, and his tongue to bring you close to the edge only to never let you fall.
Your throat is hoarse from moaning, and your body covered in a layer of sweat that when you look at Loki, you swear you hate him. Because he’s barely got a hair out of place as he looks at you from his place between your thighs.
He doesn’t take it easy on you and you swear you’ve never felt as sensitive as you do right now. Loki eats you out with a methodical clarity, knowing every single button to press that’ll have you begging for more.
You stopped counting at your fourth missed orgasm. But the raven haired man never lets up, never stops. Just continues his assault on your cunt as if he’s never tasted anything sweeter.
Tears escape your eyes, making their way down your cheeks as you feel your core stirring. “Please, Loki. I need to come, please please, let me come.”
A harsh slap to your centre has you reeling, spasming as you try to hold off your orgasm until he gives permission. “What was that?”
“I said—”
Another hit has you choking on your spit, flames erupting as you feel hot all over. “Sorry, I can’t hear you, dove.”
Three more strikes, each one landing on your swollen bud and you swear you can feel your juices leaking below you.
You stay silent, cheeks wet as you wait for his next movie. But Loki just smiles softly. “There she is, there’s my pretty dove, hm…”
His face is above yours now, and you can see the remnants of your arousal on his mouth. You can’t help yourself as you use what strength you have left to push yourself up, locking his lips with yours.
The sound of a zipper fills the room and as you break away from the kiss, you notice Loki’s hands remove his pants. “No underwear?” You ask with a knowing look.
He shrugs. “I thought it’d save some time.” His shirt is the next to go, and you can’t help but admire him. You swear he was crafted by Gods with silken marble — smooth skin, that was otherwise unmarred except for the litany of ink that was painted onto it.
Loki shivers as your fingers dance over the vine leaves that trace his abdominal lines; leading down to his three of swords tattoo. Before you can go any lower, hands cover yours and bring them above your head. “This is about you, dove.”
An unexpected warmth fills the place where your heart should be. The vulnerable expression taking you off-guard. “Loki?”
You swallow. “Please, fuck me.”
He barely has his length all the way into your waiting hole before your arching your back, your almost orgasms never completely dissipating as you feel them simmer once more.
“This cunt is glorious, look at the way she takes me in.”
The tip of his cock brushes your cervix, a sweet kiss as he sheathes himself inside of you. “Oh fuck, you’re so big.” You try to breathe through the overwhelming fullness. “Loki, I can’t!”
A hand grips your chin, making you look at him. “You can.” Loki says, “And you will.”
He starts off steady, letting you accomodate to his size before his thrusts begin to get more urgent; more harsh. Loki was long, and you felt every ridge of his cock along your inner walls.
You’re close again; clenching down with each brutal hit. “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, Loki. I can’t hold it, please, just let me come.”
He kisses your frustration away, taking sick pleasure in how utterly ruined you look beneath him. “Don’t you dare.”
But his actions don’t match his instruction — Loki brings a hand down to your clit, rubbing roughly in tandem with each drive of his hips and you swear he’s doing it on purpose. Trying to make you break.
You wish you were stronger; that your body would’ve listened.
It only takes one stab to your g-spot before an unexpected orgasm ripples through your veins. Your eye-sight filling with little white dots as you cry his name, along with an apology.
Loki fucks you through it, cursing under his breath at how beautiful you are. It almost makes him let you off easy. Almost.
“Oh princess.” Loki muses, “And you were doing so well.”
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youlightmeupfinn · 1 year
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➳ most of my content is 18+, so please if you are under the age of 18, DNI! you are responsible for what you consume. have a lovely day! xo Taylor 💗
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Steve Rogers // Chris Evans
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The Color Collection
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muddyorbsblr · 1 month
don't make the sounds
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Summary: During a press junket interview, Tom uses one of the questions addressed to him to his advantage and distracts you from your peculiar mood.
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: implied smut/talks of smutty intentions (either way minors & pearl clutchers dni); reader with body image issues [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: slight dom vibes from Tom; hints of the starts of a Daddy kink if you squint
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"Heads up, tiny terror, this next interviewer's got the hots for your man," Chris told you as he sat down on the chair next to yours, extending a plate of fries towards you. "You want some?" 
You gratefully took a piece and nibbled at the end of it, earning a look of consternation from your Australian friend. "What else is new?" you grumbled. "Every woman who came through this room today has found some way, shape, or form to disrespect me. Oh you must be the assistant's intern. Oh you must be the publicist's assistant. Oh you must be the coffee runner. Bitch fuck off," you whispered with a hiss.
"They're really playing clueless that you're none other than the girlfriend, huh?" he chuckled, brow still furrowed at the sight of you nibbling at the end of your first fry. "Okay, Y/N what is this?" He motioned at your nibbling. "Who are you and what've you done with my eating buddy?" 
You took a bigger bite off your fry. "Your eating buddy's getting fat. Beginning to look unworthy of being Tom's girlfriend. At least  that's what these hateful bitches think; they've been eyeing my stomach for the last three hours like I'm four months pregnant or something." 
"If you are that's one tiny baby, so he must take after you." You swatted his arm in response. "Honestly, Y/N, this is ridiculous, I've eaten half this plate and you're still on your first piece, at least finish that one off it's way past its life expectancy." You quickly popped the tiny remainder of the fry into your mouth. "Atta girl. Now get another piece." 
"No," you whispered in response. "I just don't wanna give these people any ammunition to report back to their knitting circles going wow what a pig. I'll eat when his interviews are over, I promise." 
"Alright, Tom we could take a quick pause. Have a sip of water, idle chitchat, maybe?" Your hairs stood up on end at the obvious flirtatious tone of the interviewer. God grant me patience because if you grant me strength, you better send over some bail money as well.
"Thanks." You turned your attention back to your boyfriend in the chair. "Y/N, darling?" You perked up your eyes trying to feign composure. "Are you alright?"  he mouthed.
"Fine. I'm fine, sweetie." You kept on nodding your head, as if you were trying to convince even yourself that you were alright, which was more than enough of an indicator to him that you most certainly were not. You felt a sharp pang of guilt as you watched him stand up and walk over to you, framing your face in his hands. 
"Something's wrong, I can see it all over your face. The crease between your brows gives you away, my darling." He then proceeded to press a kiss between your brows, making you let out an exhale, feeling your body relax. 
"Our dear Y/N has concerns about her figure. Something about her looking unworthy of being with you," Chris volunteered the information. "Today hasn't been very kind to her. So please, Tom, tell her she's being ridiculous because she sure as hell won't listen to me." 
"Why are we friends again, Hemsworth?" you groaned. 
"Y/N. Darling, look at me." You opened your eyes, feeling even more guilty as you saw the evident concern on Tom's features. "Is this true?" He took your hands in his and gently tugged you out of your seat and up on your feet before loosely wrapping his arms around your waist. 
"He's--exaggerating, I'm fine, sweetie. Really." You placed your hands on his upper arms, trying to soothe his concern by lightly rubbing your hands up and down his arms, the guilt ratcheting up in you as you felt him remain tense under your touch. 
"Oh, my darling." He pulled you to him, leaning down to place a soft, loving kiss on your lips. "My gorgeous, precious, perfect girl. I could speak volumes about how I'm enraptured by you." He pulled you flush against him and he pressed his lips to your ear. "But most of those words are meant to be whispered against your bare skin as I worship you in the privacy of our bedroom, my love." 
"You two horndogs better remember you've got company," you heard Chris whine from behind you. 
You felt as much as heard Tom's low chuckle against your ear, the reverberations traveling all over your body and causing wave of arousal to pool between your legs. He pressed a kiss by your ear before placing his hand at the back of your head, holding you in place as he slanted his mouth over yours, tongue slipping into your mouth and briefly gliding against yours in a heated kiss cut way too short as he pulled away a few mere moments later.
"To be continued, darling," he murmured against your lips with one final kiss before walking back to his seat, visibly struggling to neutralize the satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
You slowly sank yourself back down on your seat, fully aware of your boyfriend's heated eyes on you as you did so. As the interviewer returned to her seat three feet away from him, your heart picked up as he visibly mouthed the words "I love you" your way, the expression on his face softening as his words made you smile.
"I love you," you mouthed back before he received a cue from the cameraman that they were going to roll once again in a few seconds.
The interviewer proceeded to ask him about his love for Shakespeare and tennis, making you exchange a look with the Australian to your  right. "They should know better at this point than to ask him about Shakespeare or they'll be here all day," he quipped.
"Maybe that's what she wants," you shot back in a hushed tone. "I mean he could probably give the world's lengthiest dissertation on how much he loves Shakespeare." Chris chuckled at your joke.
"Hmmm…second longest. Surpassed only by a dissertation on how in love he is with you." 
"Pfft. Please. He could probably give a…bachelor's degree thesis presentation on that topic. You'd be insane to think that the likes of me could beat out Billy Shakes." 
"After all this time and you still don't know the magnitude of that man's devotion to you, huh." You shrugged at his comment. "Maybe one day you finally will." 
The interview moved on to how much Tom loved tennis and he made little clicking sounds with his tongue that sounded more like ping pong than tennis, but you kept your thoughts to yourself. As you sipped away at your water the interviewer started doing her impression of "tennis sounds" which sounded more like they belonged in an adult film set.
You shared another look with Chris as if going "Is this chick for real?" Then he proceeded to roll his eyes back and make an exaggerated orgasm face that made you take a few deep breaths before even attempting to swallow your water at the risk of it going up your nose. "Don't do that!" you whispered, swatting his arm as you took another swig of water.
Big mistake. Because the next thing you knew, your boyfriend went full tennis nerd and decided to demonstrate what actual effort sounds were like on the court, full on grunting with his muscles tensed. And the sound jolted you so bad that you  choked on your water mid-swig. You put your hand up to your mouth, staring at your friend with wide eyes as he held back his chuckles at the sight of you struggling. 
Once Tom's interview wrapped up, he walked over to you with a playful smirk in his face. "Are you alright, darling?" He placed himself behind you and proceeded to rub your shoulders, searching for knots of tension he already knew would be there. 
"Never make those sounds in an interview again, God dammit the internet's gonna lose their collective minds over--" Your words were cut short by his fingers weaving through your hair and pulling your head backwards with a gentle but firm tug and his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. 
"The only mind I'm concerned with is yours," he said softly in a mumble with his lips still pressed to yours. "If I can't put your mind at ease from the thoughts plaguing you at the moment, then I will find a way to distract you from them." He pressed another quick kiss to your lips before releasing his hold on you, letting you sit back upright in your chair as the next interviewer walked in, and you breathed a sigh of relief that it was Josh from MTV.
"Tom, great to see you again, buddy. And you must be Y/N." He extended his hand towards you to shake.
"Hi, yeah. That's me, I'm Tom's--"
"Girlfriend. Anyone who says they don't know is lying to themself," he said with a chuckle. He looked to your right and waved at Chris. "Hey, Chris. What're you doing here?" 
"Trying to get my eating buddy to eat more than a singular french fry," he answered while poking at your arm with the nearly empty plate.
At Chris's words, your boyfriend walked over to face you, taking your hands in his once again and tugging you gently to your feet. "I'd really have to recommend you eat something, darling." He stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms loosely around you and cradling your head in his hand as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "I fully intend to fuck every single one of those dark thoughts plaguing you out of your head, and I surmise that may take us well into the morning. You need your strength, because I won't have you passing out on me." He placed a tender kiss on your cheek, a stark contrast to the intent behind his words, before backing away from you and walking back toward the chair.
"You doing okay there, Y/N? You look a little frozen," Josh chuckled from his chair. "Tom what did you do to your girlfriend?" 
His words shook you out of your stupor. "He was just--confirming our plans for tonight. Sorry about that, I just got a little dazed. It happens." You turned toward your friend, holding the now clean plate that once held a small hill of fries. "You wanna get something real to eat?" 
"Fucking finally!" He stood up from his seat. "I don't know what you said to her, Tom, and I don't want to know, but thank you for bringing my eating buddy back to life." 
"The PG version is she better go out and eat something or I'll sit her on my thigh and feed her myself." You choked on nothing but air at his words, watching as an amused scandalized look was painted on Josh's face. 
"I'm going I'm going," you croaked out, tugging on Chris's sleeve as you walked out of the room. 
"I'll see you in a few hours, darling. I love you," Tom called out from his seat as you stepped through the door.
"Love you!" you called from the door, and upon closing it you found the next interviewer already queued up outside, Chris sizing her up discreetly from a few feet away. She gave you a glaring once over, but you decided that at least for the day, you were done with their pettiness, and opted to simply walk past her.
Your friend, however, had other plans, deciding to address you with a booming voice. "You know, Y/N, for a second I thought you were going to say 'Yes, Daddy'," he said with a slightly obnoxious stage laugh.
"For a second there, I almost did." 
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A/N: I finally made something out of the tennis sounds gifset haha!
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zemosimp05 · 1 year
Loki: Are you ready to commit?
Y/N: Like, a crime or a relationship?
Loki: I don’t care…both works for me…
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layniapetrovnaaa · 1 year
How tf do some of yall be bustin out fanfic everydayyy?? like bitch i've been working on this one-shot since last december tf and my shit aint even that good
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lokidokieokie · 26 days
Fic Recs
Here ye, here ye! Here be Ella’s fanfic recommendations for the week of 31/01 - 06/11!
His Royal Highness: Loki Laufeyson
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Loki’s Di-Llama by @xorpsbane & @michelleleewise [masterlist linked]
The Selection by @lady-rose-moon [chapter 1 linked]
Asgardian Sightseeing Tours by @holdmytesseract 
Man of the Month by @muddyorbsblr & @mochie85 [masterlist linked]
A Fine Silk Robe by @lokisgoodgirl 
The Bodyguard by @lokisprettygirl [masterlist linked[
Sworn Fealty by @muddyorbsblr [part 1 linked]
Worshipped by @fictive-sl0th 
Art in Motion by @michelleleewise 
Pheromones by @mochie85 
Marvel’s Newest DILF: Tom Hiddleston
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A Shoulder to Lean On by @holdmytesseract
Ex-SAS Officer: Captain James Conrad
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Taming the Beast by @caffiend-queen​ [chapter 1 linked]
Everyone’s Favourite Doctor: Stephen Strange
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Existential Crisis by @ro-is-struggling 
A True Showman by @dino-fart 
2319 by @brunchable 
After Every Argument by @omgstarks 
The World’s Only Consulting Detective: Sherlock Holmes
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Safe in Your Arms by @classickook 
You Don’t Know Him Like I Do by @classickook 
Dead Man Walking by @classickook 
Breath of Fresh Air by @classickook 
Measurements by @classickook 
Please give all of these fabulous authors the recognition that they deserve by commenting on and reblogging their posts :)
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yup-thats-me · 6 months
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Johnny Depp Instagram au #1
Johnny Depp social media au #2
Johnny Depp Instagram au #3
Johnny Depp Instagram au #4
Valentine's with him
But he's me
summary:Johnny gets jealous when you say Captain Jack Sparrow is maybe a better kisser than him
Mine. Only mine
summary: when one editor of your upcomming erotica novel is being overly flirtatious with you, it makes Johnny fuck you in the washroom
Unconditionally || Johnny Depp X plus!size!reader
summary: Johnny x reader with an age gap?
Meant to be || Johnny Depp x model!reader
summary: when model!reader is sad that Johnny can't come to her show at the Carrousel du Louvre, her gang and Johnny has a way to cheer her up
To be with you
summary: They used to be best friends, but they lost touch after he married, mostly because his wife didn’t want him to be near her and reader didn’t like her either (she saw her true colours but knew Johnny wouldn’t listen). After his divorce he tries to find her and resume their friendship, although both of them are deeply in love with each other, neither of them act on it (she especially because she’s very different from the women he usually dates). One night, he appears in front of her door and they catch up, and passionate love ensues
Hair Love
summary: imagine having tough luck with your hair but fortunately, Johnny's there to rescue
summary: when Johnny is slowly loosing hope, you remind him you're there for him
summary: Johnny had a nightmare :(
Baths and Care
summary: you help Johnny rewind after a hard day by running him a bath :)
Surprise puppies
summary: your dog, Daisy, is unexpectedly pregnant.
(?) Johnny Depp
summary: dominate smut where they go multiple rounds
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Take care of you
summary: you're on your period and Keanu's there to help you through it
Pregnancy Hormones || husband!Keanu Reeves x pregnant!wife!reader
summary: your hormones are acting up
Prom Date || Tommy Warneki x reader
summary: even if your bullies, Leah and Stacy, try to ruin your prom night with Tommy, they can't cuz Tommy's here :)
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Midnight Love
summary: when John keeps on comparing you to Helen, you burst
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Professor, please || professor!Oscar x student!reader
summary: when your history professor sees you're falling behind in classes he has a way to punish you
Familia • husband!dad!Oscar x wife!mother!reader
summary: your husband and your six months old daughter crashes your meet and greet with a surprise visit during your tour :>
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Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #1
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Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #3
Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #4
Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #5
Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #6
Valentine's with him
summary: you and Timmy make a birdhouse together
Hope you're happy, but don't be happier
summary: Timothée did what you thought he'd never do. He cheated.
Movies and Cuddle nights
summary: Timmy being clingy after reader comes home from a day out with Saorise and Zendaya
No scars to your beautiful • Timothée x chubby/plus size reader
summary: after a dinner with your family made you eat lesser and lesser. Timothée being the protective and supportive boyfriend he is, he has to take the matter in his own hands.
Notice me
summary: fic based on the song Notice me by ROLEMODEL and BENEE
Flower Fields
summary: Timmy takes you to a flower field where you make him a flower crown
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Tom Hiddleston Instagram au #1
Valentine's with him
Happy birthday, my love
summary: you give Tom a bj on his birthday
Stuffie Shopping || daddy!Tom X little!reader
(dd/lg themes)
summary: daddy!Tom takes you to buy some new stuffies
Cuddles please
summary: a very tired Tom needs his daily dose of cuddles from his darling girl
Our dreams • Tom x wife!pregnant!reader
summary: your dreams of having little Tom's and you's running around, are coming to be
The Night We Met
summary: the night we met. Quite literally.
Christmas trees
summary: you two decide what type of Christmas tree to get
Christmas carols
summary: Tom sings carols to see a smile on your lips
Pets can help!
summary: your two canine friends help you and Tom make up after your break up
summary: you both went to a funfair and had fun. Honestly that's all I could sum up
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Thomas Brodie-Sangster Instagram au #1
Fc: Demet Ozdemir
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holdmytesseract · 3 months
Ella, sitting on Loki's chest, raven locks in her tiny hands...
Ella: *tugs at his hair*
Loki, shouting playfully: Ow, Princess! That hurts!
Ella: *looks at her dad with big, blue eyes*
Loki: *lunges forward to blow a raspberry on her belly*
Ella: *giggles uncontrollably, what turns into a sneeze, causing her to suddenly shift into her Jotun form*
Loki, shifting as well: *starts to smile brightly at the fact that every time Ella sneezes, she turns into an adorable blue ice cube, because she can't control entirely the ability to shapeshift yet* Bless you, my sweet little ice cube.
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bonky-n-steeb · 11 months
loki being madly in love with you but he doesn’t know how to show it besides seggs so he fucks you within an inch of ur life and then ur like “k see u later😁” and he’s like “wait…can we cuddle🥺” and ur like “?????” and he’s forced to actually articulate his feelings for once (but it works out in the long run🙄)
Thank you so much for sending this in! This is so so so very late and I’m very sorry for that. This had been just chilling around in my drafts for months now. I hope you like this!
petals of rose
summary || Loki’s madly in love with you but he knows only one way to show it — by fucking you.
“She loves me… She loves me not…. She loves me…. She loves me not… She loves me…” Loki plucks the rose petal and throws it down on the bed which is already piled up with the red petals.
He had already tried with two previous roses, but they both ended with ‘she loves me not’. So he started trying once again. He hoped this would end with ‘she loves me’.
“Brother, don’t you think it’s a better idea to just tell her?” Thor was playing the role of the logical brother for the first time. “Yeah. And what if she rejects me?” Loki scoffed.
“What if she says yes?” Thor said taking in the mess of petals. “… she loves me not!… brother do you see this? This is third time it ended with ‘she loves me not.’ That means she doesn’t love me… so it’s better the way it is!” Loki said shredding the last petal.
“Oh come on! These games don’t mean anything. How would this rose know what she feels?” Loki squinted up at his brother, “You… I… Shut up! You won’t get it brother!”
Loki didn’t want to accept, but Thor was right. Those rose petals meant nothing. You might actually love him, right? Unable to clear the mess of emotions, he stormed out of the room.
“Oh fuck!” Your scream was muffled by the pillow your head was pressed in. Loki’s hand was holding down your nape as he rammed into you from behind.
His long veiny cock was deliciously rubbing your quivering walls. Your hands clutched the bedsheets tightly as he started flicking your clit.
Loki loved your profusely. But he was convinced that you didn’t reciprocate it. So he took it out the best way he knew, he fucked you, hard.
It had started at randomly when you had just kissed him impulsively and had ended up in his bed. You both regularly found yourselves tangled in the bed and then pretended to hate each other in front of the team.
“You love this, don’t you? Fucking your enemy. Now that’s not what good girls do. You filthy fucking whore.” His words were driving you crazy.
“You act all heroic in front of others, but this is just what you’re good for. All it takes for you to shut up is to fucking impale you on my cock.”
You were out of breath and tears were running down your eyes. It was all so pleasurable, you never wanted it to stop. “Loki! I’m… I’m going to cum.” Your voice was breaking with each of his powerful thrusts.
“Cum for me.” Hearing this in his thick voice was all it too for you to cum. “I can feel your cunt squeezing me so good. Yeah, milk me just like that.”
Feeling your walls convulse around him, it didn’t take much for Loki to join you soon. You writhed on the bed when you felt him fill his hot cum deep inside you.
Your sweaty sticky bodies just fell down on the bed as you both panted for breath. You both grunted as Loki removed himself and you felt a trickle of cum gush out of you. “Tha… that was good.” You said in a half dazed state.
“Hmmm…” Loki hummed in reply as he took in your wrecked form. There was just a sick kind of happiness in seeing you all fucked out just because of him.
You rolled over your back and almost got up to collect your clothes and leave his room when his hand shot up to stop you. “Wait…. Can you stay a little more.”
Loki wanted to ask for cuddles but he was too proud to say it aloud. But you were on a completely different page, “Loki I’m very tired and sore. I don’t think I can go another round.”
“No! Not another round,… just you know, laying besides each other. Umm,, can we cuddle? I mean that’s the correct word, right?” He asked awkwardly scratching his nape.
“Sure!” You excitedly jumped back into the bed and wrapped yourself around Loki. Seeing your enthusiasm somewhat confused Loki. “You’re… you’re okay with this?” He asked quizzically.
“Of course I am! I’m okay with spending a lot more time with you. But turns out I’m not the one spending their time fucking people from all over the galaxy.”
“Wait! I haven’t been with anyone else!” Loki defended himself. And it was true. Why would he be with someone else when he had you. “Really?”
It was that moment that the realisation struck both of you like a train coming at full speed. “Loki, I want you to be honest. Do you want more out of this..” you pointed towards each other, “… arrangement?”
“Yeah.” His breath left his lungs when you asked him. “Yeah I want more. A lot more out of this. Do you though?”
“Yes Loki. Why do you think I agreed to be friends with benefits with you?” You asked as you straddled him. “Because I have a big cock and I fuck better than anyone else in this whole universe?”
You rolled your eyes and smacked Loki’s chest. “Will you just stop that for like a moment. I mean yes, I did agree because you’re good in bed but the main reason was that I like you do damn much.” Loki’s eyes lit up brighter than you had seen them.
“I like you too. Like a lot… so much that I love you.” It didn’t feel as bad as he had expected when he say the way your lips stretched into a wide smile. “Oh my god Loki! I love you too.”
You kissed him again and this time it wasn’t passionate or rough, rather it was sweet and soft. Almost like an unsaid love confession. “God, I can’t wait to tell everyone.”
Well, Loki had already told about you to all the people that mattered in his life, his mother and his brother. What could he say? He got a bit excited one day. But yeah, he couldn’t wait to take you to Asgard.
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yobekind · 1 year
Loki: Y/n and I have agreed to never go to bed angry at each other.
Y/n: We’ve been awake since Friday.
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dayanacvm · 1 year
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quacxon · 1 year
Seeing Loki die once again thinking its final this time
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Seeing that this mf survived once again
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