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Loki X Reader
Summary: Loki saves you from President Loki and then falls for you.
Warnings: none, just fluff.
Loki sat down with the other variants, still confused he listened to each one of them, their lives, how they ended up where they ended up but something had struck Loki. They all spoke of Y/N, how beautiful she was, how kind she was, how equally mischievous she was and Loki felt a bit left out. In his timeline, there was no Y/N, he hadn't even heard of the name till just now.
"She was beautiful, the sweetest little mortal I had ever seen.." Classic Loki said with a smile, but his smile faded. "I never knew what became of her after I abandoned her on earth, I imagine she must have passed by now." He said earning sympathetic looks from the others. Boastful Loki chimed in now to say that his Y/N was equally as beautiful and sweet but when he killed Captain America and Iron Man she had left him.
"I didn't have a Y/N" Kid Loki said, Classic Loki turned to him and explained that he most likely would have met her when he was older. Even Alligator Loki had a Y/N! This was a lot to take in for Loki but he wondered, how come he didn't have a Y/N? Of course, he had lovers yes but never a companion, a wife, especially not a mortal one. For a moment, he felt saddened by this almost, as if he missed out on something he never knew he had. As time had gone on, Loki had devised an escape plan, of course nobody was willing to help with this plan of his so he was on his own but when he had left the hideout, he was met with another Loki, of course.
President Loki, arrogant, mean, selfish and narcissistic. With an army of other Loki variants by his side and the betrayal from Boastful Loki who had been helping President Loki, this was all too much. It seemed like an absolute nightmare.
In the midst of all the chaos, Loki noticed something or rather someone by President Loki's side, a beautiful girl in a tight fitted and very revealing dress and large heels that she had honestly looked uncomfortable in as she wrapped her arms around herself, her face filled with dismay. Loki watched her, watched as she shifted uncomfortably when President Loki spoke, until finally, his own army had betrayed him causing him to use this girl as a shield. Loki watched as President Loki's army heisted with their weapons now.
"Let's all just calm down, shall we? We wouldn't want to hurt Y/N would we?" President Loki said in a manipulative tone, Classic Loki glared at him and the rest of the Lokis did the same. Y/N whimpered slightly as a dagger was held to her throat, tears in her eyes. "Please..." She said in a raspy voice, President Loki shushed her harshly and attempted to back up slowly but another Loki held a knife to his back, President Loki sighed before pushing Y/N forward harshly making her fall to the ground with a loud thud, chaos ensued as now all the Lokis were fighting each other. Loki watched all this in horror and confusion before looking at the ground and seeing Y/N, she was going to get trampled if she stayed on the ground any longer, so Loki acted quickly, he ran over and with his magic pushed everyone away from her, before grabbing her bridal style and quickly carrying her away. Classic Loki looked at him before yelling "Get her out of here!" And so he did.
Once safely away from the others, he put her down gently and just stared at her. She was beautiful, like the other Lokis had said, but she seemed freighted, tired and was covered in bruises. "Are you alright?" Loki asked finally, Y/N looked up with a fearful look in her eyes, tears swelling up and she slowly backed up. She was scared. He noticed this right away and tried to reassure her everything was okay. "I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you." He said, but after he said it he was sure she had heard that one before and he was afraid he had made himself seem more threatening. Y/N shivered as she stared at the ground, not saying anything. Quickly, Loki conjured up a blanket for her that warmly wrapped around her shoulders. Y/N looked at it in confusion before her face softened and she looked at Loki with a small smile. "Thank you" she said quietly with a small smile, he smiled back. "No problem, I imagine you must be freezing in that." He said referring to her tiny revealing dress, her face saddened slightly and Loki was afraid he had messed this all up again, why was he getting so nervous? He had never acted like this before.
"it's what President Loki wants, so it's what I have to wear." She says sadly, Loki gave her a sympathetic look. "Well, I'm sure you won't have to worry about him ever again. I can conjure you up a new outfit if you'd like, just tell me what you want." He smiled. Y/N smiled, asking for pants and a shirt and some shoes, she didn't mind dresses, just not the ones President Loki liked. Y/N thanked Loki but soon went quiet again now making Loki awkwardly go quiet, she seemed like she had her guard up, still on the fence about Loki imagining he would betray her at any second.
"I'm Loki, by the way." Loki said stupidly in his attempt to calm Y/N down, she turned to him and giggled. "I figured." She joked sarcastically, Loki smiled, a light blush on his face. Why was he acting like this? On Asgard, he had many and it was easy for him but now, here he was making an absolute fool of himself. "I'm Y/N." She introduced herself putting a hand out for Loki to take and he did, her soft warm hand warming up loki's very cold hand making his heart do a strange little beat. "I know, I've heard a lot about you." He once again stupidly, or so he thought. "Well, not of you specifically but just, versions of you?" He said in a confused tone. Y/N smiled and finally began to start talking and getting more comfortable. Loki had explained how he got stuck in The Void and she explained the same.
"You sacrificed yourself for your Loki?" He was stunned, he could not imagine anyone sacrificing themselves for him. Y/N nodded her head. "Yes, and I was relieved to not be dead but I'm not sure if trapped in a void with millions of other Loki variants is really a step up, no offense of course." She joked. "None taken." He smiled. And there began their friendship, Loki traveled and protected Y/N wherever they went in his attempt to get back to the TVA, he had conjured her new clothes everyday and did everything to make her comfortable and it was then that he understood why all the Lokis had their own Y/N and loved her so dearly because he himself was beginning to fall for her.
As the days had gone on, they had found Kid Loki, Classic Loki and Alligator Loki and began traveling with them as well and they were all happy. They had their own hideout now and they all in their own way adored Y/N, especially Loki who had begun to fall for her more and more every single day but refused to say anything until Classic Loki had had enough.
"Uno!" Y/N giggled, Y/N had made Loki conjure up an Uno deck for them to play together, she taught him the rules and he quickly understood, truthfully, he had been letting her win this whole time just to see her smile and arrogantly, but of course jokingly, taunt Loki. Y/N yawned afterwards. "Alright guys, I think I'm gonna get some rest, I'm exhausted." She smiled and said all her goodbyes, but as she turned to Loki, she gently for a second put her hand on his and smiled as she told him goodnight. "Goodnight, Y/N." He said softly with a smile, as she turned to walk to her bed Loki's face was almost saddened, like he couldn't stand to be away from her. Kid Loki looked at both Alligator Loki and Classic Loki with a smirk. When Y/N was finally away where she couldn't hear anything, that's when the teasing began from Kid Loki and Classic Loki.
"Goodnight Y/N." Kid Loki mocked, Loki turned his gaze to Kid Loki and gave a slight scowl. "What?" He said, "You're in love with her! Why don't you just tell her already?" Kid Loki said, and oddly, Loki tried to deny it. "I am not." He said, it was now Classic Loki's turn to chime into the conversation. "Of course you are, Loki's love their Y/N's and you are no exception. Besides that, you're making it fairly obvious." Classic Loki said making Kid Loki snort before completely dying of laughter and mocking Loki. Even Alligator Loki found this all amusing. Loki shot them all a glare. "I have no idea what you're all talking about!" He said defensively but even he didn't believe his own words.
"It's best you just tell her before it's too late," Classic Loki said, his expression turning serious. "One thing about Loki's and Y/N's is that it's destined for tragedy." Classic Loki said making Loki not feel very confident. "Don't let that tragedy be you not telling her your feelings and regretting it later on." Now this was more convincing and so that was Loki's plan, he was going to tell her! He stood up out of his chair with a big smile on his face.
"What are you doing?" Classic Loki asked as he looked up at Loki, "I'm taking your advice and telling Y/N my feelings towards her." Loki said in an almost confused tone, "Not right now you fool, let the poor girl sleep first." Classic Loki said, Loki had completely forgotten she had just gone to bed. "Right." Loki said before sitting back down, Kid Loki rolled his eyes and shook his head.
The next morning Y/N woke up early, she came out to see all the Loki's around just talking. "Good morning everybody!" She smiled, Classic Loki and Kid Loki said their good mornings with a smile, Alligator Loki moved his tail around with what looked like a smile and Loki avoided eye contact which was strange and Y/N noticed it immediately. So, she walked up to him specifically. "Good morning Loki." She said, he finally turned to her and looked at her almost frightened. "Hi." He said simply and awkwardly, Kid Loki and Classic Loki sighed in the background. "Hi?" Y/N said raising an eyebrow staring at Loki suspiciously, something was wrong with him.
They stared at each other, the silence in the hideout was uncomfortable and awkward so Y/N excused herself and went outside for some fresh air. Once gone, they all turned to Loki with a look of disappointment. "Hi? Is that the best you could come up with?" Classic Loki asked, "I panicked okay?!" Loki said running his fingers through his hair and sighing, he shook his head and tried to think.
"Just go talk to her like you normally would." Kid Loki said, that was great advice. "Talk to her like you normally would." Loki repeated to himself, he nodded his head before leaving the hideout and immediately seeing Y/N there laying in the grass, wind blowing in her hair and her arms wrapped around herself, Loki once again conjured her a nice warm and cozy green blanket, it startled her slightly as she looked down at it before turning her head behind her. Loki sat down next to Y/N and smiled. "Thank you." She smiled, "Of course." He said.
The awkward silence had returned once more and now Y/N was beginning to wonder what was wrong, was it her? Whenever President Loki had gotten silent with her it usually meant that she had done something to upset him, was Loki upset at her? She frowned and turned to him.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked suddenly, Loki stared at her with a look of confusion. "What?" He asked. "Did I do something wrong?" She repeated "To upset you, because if I did I'm sor-" Loki felt horrible, had he made her feel bad? "What?! No, no not at all it's just.." he paused and Y/N stared. Loki sighed wishing the words would just come to him. "It's not you, it's me." Loki said, Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Oh jeez thanks." She said sarcastically and Loki cursed at himself, he put a hand on Y/N' s shoulder gently.
"Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. Look, what I'm trying to say is." But he couldn't, he had never felt such an anxiety before but Y/N had never been more confused.
"Loki-"
"I love you."
Y/N blinked, the words not really registering in her brain. "What?" She said, Loki sighed. "I...I love you Y/N, I really do and I've been lying to myself for awhile now but I can deny no longer." It was now Y/N's turn to go speechless and awkwardly silent which only made Loki's anxiety worsen. With every passing moment of her not saying anything, Loki felt his heart breaking.
"Y/N, my dear, please say something-"
"I love you too Loki."
"What?" He said not believing the words he was hearing. "I love you Loki, I think from our first interaction I really fell for you and I just didn't think you'd feel the same." She confessed and Loki was stunned by this. "How could I not? I mean, you're sweet, intelligent, cunning and absolutely beautiful. I absolutely adore you and everything about you Y/N." She blushed at this and rested her head on Loki's shoulder, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer resting his head on hers.
"Well, look at that, now you have your own Y/N, now you're not missing out." She joked, Loki chuckled and could feel his heart beating faster, his face turned a bit serious and he looked down at her.
"Do I?" He asked.
"Do you what?"
"Have you?" He clarified, Y/N knew exactly what he was asking, in his own words and smiled. "If you want me, I'm all yours." She said, Loki put his hand gently on her cheek. "Of course I want you Y/N." He said staring into her eyes lovingly, he smiled when she smiled. "Then I'm all yours." She said and Loki's heart soared. Loki couldn't help but look down at her lips, and she did the same until finally, they connected in a sweet and passionate kiss.
"Finally!" They both heard making them break the kiss, they turned their heads to see Kid Loki and Alligator Loki staring at them with smiles.
"Go away!" Loki shouted back, Kid Loki put his hands up in a fake surrender. "Sorry," he said with attitude, "I'll leave you two to your makeup session then." Kid Loki said before going back into the hideout making Loki sigh and Y/N giggle.
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୨⎯ Miscellaneous Masterlist ⎯୧
JOE BURROW
✿ - fluff || ☁︎ - angst || ❣︎ - smut || ☻ - social media || ✎ - series
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄* || A very public scandal between your ex boyfriend of three years leads you to meet the one. ✎
𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 || Joe isn’t really a dog person but your daughter is and she will do absolutely anything to get her daddy to buy her one. ✿
𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐅 || You notice the Bengals' new staff member flirting with your boyfriend, however, Joe thinks that you are acting childish for saying so— you decide to show Joe that you didn't give a fuck. ✿ ☁︎ ❣︎
𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐒 || On the outside Joe was seen as serious and stoic but what they don’t see behind the scenes is the big baby you call your boyfriend. ✿
𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 || Your secret boyfriend watches you as you walk the biggest runway of your life. ✿
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 || Trick or Treat? Your costume got Joe asking for a treat. While the aftermath of the party makes it feel like a trick. ❣︎ ✿
𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 || From this slumber she shall wake, when true love’s kiss the spell shall break. ✿
𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐒 || You just want Joe to listen to you and say yes for once. ☁︎ ✿
𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒... || Who would’ve thought that seeing the prettiest blue eyes would lead to a lifetime of love and passion and so it goes… ❣︎ ✿
MORE COMING SOON!
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I'm going to mac his cheese, everyone look away.
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Last Updated: 2023-12-31
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Jotun!Loki stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
❆ Ice Flower by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Jötunheim, home of the Frost Giants; where King Loki Laufeyson and his Queen Y/N Odinsdottir sit upon the throne and rule over the snowy realm. Together with their twin sons Áki and Váli, they live inside the royal palace."
❆ Snowflake￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by christinebloodwrittings • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Thor has to pay a visit to his bff the prince of Jötunheim, Jane tags along and… drags you with her…, little did you know who you were going to meet."
❆ Cold Hands by sinner-as-saint • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "...you've always hated the cocky, excessively flirty future King of Jotunheim. So when he shows up, as always, for one of Thor's parties on Asgard, the last thing you expected to do was hooking up with the arrogant Prince. "
❆ Fashion Changes by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki and you have been fighting the cold together for a while, but sometimes the outside whispers can get caught up in his head."
❆ Frosty Fancy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕
Summary: "Loki wasn’t sure what it was about her that made him want to spend more and more time in Asgard but he wanted to find out."
❆ Little Star￨Prt. II by dyns33 • 18+ • 〔F〕 •
Summary: {…}
❆ Lucky by fanficshiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "…"
❆ Now and Forever by christinebloodwrittings • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "After giving birth you're just not the same anymore, specially after Jötun twins. So you offer Loki a night without compromise."
❆ Prince and the Servant, the by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: Loki Laufeyson, Prince of Jötunheim, after acquiring human servants from Midgard, falls in love with you, a Midgardian women. However, a prophecy…
❆ Worthy by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Being in love [isn't] easy, [especially] when your beloved lives and [rules] a frozen rock on another realm."
❆ After the After Party by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Pride and Joy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
❆ Protective by starks-hero • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Shivers by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Size Queen by bakugousaysdie • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Sweet Little Thing by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Dating Jötun!Loki... by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Dating Frost Giant Loki... by witchthewriter • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
See Also: Navigation || Loki Odinson Master Index
Authors: @bakugousaysdie || @christinebloodwrittings || @clandestineloki || @dyns33 || @fanficshiddles || @holdmytesseract || @ladyfluff || @sinner-as-saint || @starks-hero || @witchthewriter ||
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Saying Goodbye
Tom Hiddleston x wife!reader oneshot
Your husband just finished filming season 2 of Loki, thus concluding his long journey as the God of Mischief, but as a stunt double for The Marvels, you’re stuck doing a reshoot on the night of the wrap party when all you want to do is be there for him.
Warnings: angst, fluff
A/N: After watching the Loki finale, as well as Tom’s interview on Jimmy Fallon, I guess I wrote this to process my own grief (and be a little self indulgent)…
When you walked into the wrap party, you spotted your husband immediately, talking to Ke Huy Quan across the room by the bar. Tom’s dyed black curls were slightly disheveled and he was gesturing wildly with his hands, clearly very passionate about whatever the topic of conversation was. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you watched him, until you were pulled from your thoughts by a familiar voice.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Owen Wilson greeted you, pulling you in for a hug. “Glad you could make it!”
“And just in time, evidently,” you added as you pulled out of the hug. “Is he doing any better?”
Owen shook his head and sighed. “He’s not doing any worse, I can say that much.”
The two of you walked over to Tom and Ke, and you slid your arm around Tom’s slender waist. “Sorry to interrupt,” you told them both.
Tom’s eyes lit up when he saw you. “Darling! You made it!” he said excitedly, standing up from his seat at the bar and quickly giving you a hug and kiss before addressing the entire room. “Y/n Hiddleston, everybody!” he shouted, pointing at you as if you were the big surprise guest for the night. Everyone played along and cheered while you waved bashfully at them all before turning back to Tom.
“How are you doing, my love?” you asked him, concerned, as you cupped his face in your hand.
“I’m wonderful,” he assured you. “Why?”
You glanced at Owen apprehensively. “Owen said you were sort of… spiraling.”
“What?” Tom looked at Owen confused. “You said I was spiraling?”
“You’ve been spiraling a little,” Owen said quietly from behind you. You and Ke proceeded to watch the two men bicker back and forth.
“I think I’d know if I was spiraling.”
“I mean, it’s a subtle spiral, but a spiral all the same.”
“Is there even such a thing as a subtle spiral?
“So you’re admitting that it’s not subtle. Good!”
“No, I’m saying there was no spiral to begin with.”
“Oh my god! If either of you say the word spiral one more time, I’m going to start spiraling,” you shouted abruptly.
“I promise you, darling, I’m fine. Really.” Tom attempted to reassure you as he pulled you close to him. You looked over your shoulder at Owen briefly who held up his hands in defeat.
“Alright,” you conceded, before turning to Ke. “I’m so sorry, Ke! I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”
“It’s okay,” Ke said cheerfully. “Tom was just telling me about how I shouldn’t get too attached to anything because everything ends eventually.” You and Owen both gave Tom a look.
Tom chuckled nervously and then clapped his hands together. “Shots anyone?” he asked, as he turned to the bartender. “Another round of Loki shots, please! And add one more for my beautiful wife!”
“No need,” Owen called after the bartender. “She can just have mine!”
“Oh no, I’m good. I’m driving,” you chimed in, shooting a glare at Owen.
“That’s fine. I’ll just have both of theirs,” Tom said nonchalantly.
You quickly stepped between Tom and the bar. “Hey, maybe we should forget the shots and have a little fun of our own at home.” You gave him a playful wink, hoping to distract him.
“But you just got here,” he protested. “Please, let’s stay for a while and celebrate the end!”
The way he said ‘celebrate the end’ sounded excited and happy, but you could tell it was forced. Still, it was his night tonight (though he would never accept it if you told him that), and you didn’t want to be the one to spoil it, so you obliged.
You, Tom, Owen, and the rest of the ‘Loki’ cast and crew spent the next couple of hours laughing, dancing, and sharing stories (most of which ended up being about Tom), and it seemed like maybe Tom was handling things better than you had originally thought. There was a moment when he reprised his rendition of ‘Very Full’ from the first season of the show, and you thought for a moment, during the slower part of the song, that he was finally letting his feelings to the surface, but as the song picked up again, so did his demeanor. It wasn’t until people started to say their goodbyes for the night, that you really began to see his happy exterior fade.
“I think it’s time to call it, boss,” Owen said to Tom as the last few cast members departed, leaving only the three of you along with a couple of closing staff in the venue rented out for the night’s festivities.
“I suppose so,” Tom agreed with a sad smile.
“We’re still on for lunch before your flight leaves tomorrow, right?” you asked Owen as he hugged you and Tom goodbye.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replied. And with that he left.
You then turned to your husband and held out your hand. “Come on, love. Let’s get you home.”
The two of you spent the car ride reliving the fun of the party, and were laughing as you walked in the front door of the house. As you set your purse down on the buffet in the foyer, Tom wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled into your neck.
“Thank you for coming,” he said softly.
You placed your hands over his and swayed back and forth. “Of course, baby. But I want to ask you one more time…” You turned around to face him, putting one hand on his shoulder and the other gently cupped his face. “Are you alright? Because it’s perfectly okay to not be okay right now. You just closed a huge chapter of your life and no one expects you to just take it on the chin.”
As you said this, Tom’s eyes slowly welled up with tears as he finally let go of the mask he’d so tirelessly upheld all night. “I’ve said goodbye to Loki before, and I thought I could do it again” he began, his voice cracking slightly. “But it’s only that much harder now. He changed my life. He’s become such a deeply rooted part of me over the last 13 years. How am I expected to just move on from that?”
A tear fell down his cheek and you brushed it away with your thumb. “No one expects you to, sweetheart,” you replied in a soft, comforting tone. “You’re allowed to grieve.”
Tom squeezed his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall as he hugged you tight, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You held him there for a moment, stroking his hair while he quietly cried.
“But, Tom,” you continued, taking his face in both hands, lifting his head, and looking deep in his eyes. “Even if Loki’s on-screen journey is over, it doesn’t mean he’s gone. You said it yourself that he’s a part of you. Even if Kevin Feige never calls you up again— which, let’s be honest, is never out of the question at this point—” He let out a small chuckle. “As long as you’re around, so is he, and that’s because you put your heart and soul into that character, much like everything else that you do. It’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.”
Tom smiled at you through his tears before leaning down to kiss you tenderly. When your lips finally parted he leaned his forehead against yours and sighed. “Thank you, love,” he whispered.
“No, thank you Tom,” you replied, tears forming in your own eyes now. “Thank you for giving us Loki.”
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One year later:
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Could you please do tom x reader where they are friends to lovers? Maybe the pretend boyfriend that turns real? Smutty and fluffy?
Hide & Seek
Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader
Summary: Tom asks you to accompany him to Ben's birthday party. On the way there, you get stuck in traffic. A misunderstanding reveals long harboured feelings and things come how they had to come...
Warnings: mutual pining, thirst, fluff, jelousy? a misunderstanding, smuttish/suggestive stuff
Word Count: 3,1k
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Masterlist °☆• Hiddles Masterlist
You heard the familiar 'ding' sound of your phone; announcing the arrival of a new message. With a hairpin pinned between your teeth and one hand in your hair, you quickly scooted over to your little make-up table, on which you had left your phone. Tapping on the screen, you immediately saw the message popping up.
'I'm here, darling. Are you ready? x'
You smiled, fixated your hair and quickly unlocked your phone; texting back.
'Almost. :) Gimme five mins, Tommy. x'
Not wasting any time, you applied some decent make-up, gave yourself a once over in the full-length mirror, grabbed the things you'd need and made your way towards the main door of your small, cosy house.
You had promised Tom - your best friend since you were teenagers, to accompany him to the birthday party of Ben. He didn't want to go alone - and you couldn't say no, of course. You never could say no when it came to Tom. Never. You'd anything for him. He was one of the most important people in your life. He was your sunshine on a rainy day. Your lighthouse in the raging storms. A safe haven to which you could always return.
A lot of people told you that this friendship wasn't going to last. After all, Tom was an actor. A famous actor. And you were just... you. But you proved them all wrong. The friendship lasted; survived every sharp turn, bump and crash on the way. A deep bond was formed; stronger than everything you ever experienced - and yet you were just best friends. Sure there had been opportunities to take this friendship to another level and turn it into something more, but neither of you took the opportunity.
You couldn't deny, though, that you had developed strong feelings for the handsome Brit over the years. Romantic feelings. How could somebody not fall for a man like Tom? He was a charming, kind, funny, talented, handsome gentleman with a heart of pure gold. You didn't dare to confess your feelings, because you didn't want to lose your best friend. Better have him as a best friend in your life than not at all, right?
So, the years flew by. Boyfriends came and boyfriends went. Just like with Tom. It was a heart wrenching pain whenever you met Tom's new girlfriend - and you hated it, but what were you supposed to do? All you wanted for him was happiness; but neither of you seemed to find happiness - at least when it came down to romantic relationships...
Another 'ding' of your mobile ripped you out of your thoughts. Shaking your head softly and trying to focus again; you opened the door and stepped out - only to almost stumble back inside.
A soft, cool breeze brushed past you; swirling your beige dress around your knees. The smell of rain hit your nose and some dark clouds hung in the sky; shielded the sun from shining down on you.
That wasn't what took your breath away, though. It was Tom, who stood not far away from you. Just a few meters; legs crossed, leaning casually against his black Jaguar with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his suit trousers.
Speaking of trousers... He was wearing a dark blue suit. Black dress shoes shone against the wet pavement; suit trousers hugging his long legs and hips snugly - held together by a black leather belt. The matching dark blue shirt wasn't any less tight; tailored perfectly for his lean yet strong upper body and forcing the small buttons to hold on for dear life. A tie and suit jacket in the exact same colour completed his look.
You swallowed a thick lump; had a hard time to control yourself and the rapidly beating heart within your chest. Luckily, Tom wasn't looking your way and didn't notice your distress. His gaze was directed to the street as he watched the cars drive by. The position showed off his ridiculously beautiful face; sharp jawline, high cheekbones - peppered with soft and fuzzy looking facial hair of his three-day beard. Tom's wild, blonde-brown curls had gotten so long; a hairsbreadth away from touching his broad shoulders. He looked like a prince, straight out of a fairytale book; combined with the perfect image of a photo shoot.
You bit your lip painfully hard; trying desperately to suppress the moan which threatened to slip past your lips.
It was insanely hot - and Tom didn't even notice the impact this had on you.
"Hey, Tommy," you finally greeted him; attracting his attention. Sure, you could've stared longer and admire the fine man he was, but you didn't want him to accidentally look and notice...
His head whipped around towards you; baby blues meeting your Y/E/C ones. "Hello, darling." A smile spread across his face, as he made his way over to you; giving you a hug. The hugs he gave his other friends didn't last quite as long as the hugs he gave you... You just didn't notice.
"Are you ready?" You nodded; smiling. "I was born ready. You should know that by now." You loved to tease him from time to time. Tom just chuckled; shaking his head. "I won't start now to recount the times you weren't ready. Let's go." You just giggled and followed your best friend to the car.
Being the gentleman the Brit was, he held the door open for you to sit inside his Jaguar. Once you were both seated, Tom started the engine and drove off towards the party.
Unfortunately, was the traffic on this fine Friday evening very bad; causing the both of you to get stuck. Like... Really stuck. Everything stood still. The little highway you were driving on was closed.
"Ugh, great... Now we'll be surely late to the party..." Tom gave you an apologetic look. "Apologies, Y/N/N... I should've taken the other route when I had the chance. Now it's too late... Can you text Ben?" He asked you, handing you his phone; gaze fixated on the cars in front of him. You shook your head, "No need to apologise, Tommy. You couldn't know. But yeah, I'm gonna text him." and unlocked Tom's phone as if it was your own. Not that you knew each other's password by heart... "Thank you, darling."
You tapped on WhatsApp, searched Ben's contact and entered the chat. Of course you tried hard to not read the last messages he received and sent to give your best friend some privacy, but when your eyes caught a glimpse of a text just above the text box you were writing your text in, you couldn't help but to look. You knew it was wrong, but before you were able to stop yourself, it was already too late and your gaze wandered...
Ben: So... You're gonna take her finally home then, right??
Tom: What, I- Ben stop that. I... I can't just do that. I don't think she'd want that... Me...
Ben: Friend... Are you kidding me? It's obvious she wants you.
Tom: You, uh, think so?
Ben: Know so. Shoot your shot, man, before it's too late...
You didn't have to read more. Swallowing hard, you stared at the messages for a moment. You knew exactly who Tom and Ben were obviously talking about... Chloe. A woman Tom had met on set a few months back. She was - well, is one of the costume designers and therefore saw Tom quite often. Someday, they started to talk during a break and well... According to Tom the sparks had been flying. He had told his best friend everything, of course - while you wished he hadn't. You tried to be happy for him - like you always did when he met a new woman, but... As much as you tried, your head never could win the battle against your heart. It was an undefeatable opponent. A invulnerable fortress.
You never met Chloe - and yet you despised her wholeheartedly. It wasn't fair, of course, but love had turned you into a monster.
"Y/N? Hey, Y/N/N."
You flinched and snapped out of your thoughts as Tom's soft velvet voice urged to your ears. "Is everything alright?" You blinked, nodded, "Yeah, sure. Sorry, I, uh, just drifted off." and sent the text. Giving him a fake smile, you exited the app and handed him his phone back. "Are you sure?" "Yep. Everything's good, Tommy."
You hated to lie to him, but you couldn't just tell him the truth now, could you?
'Hey, Tommy, I'm sorry but I spied on your texts and saw that one message, saying that you are going to obviously shag that bitch Chloe and now I'm kinda jealous, because it should be me instead!'
Nope, certainly not. But you also couldn't shake that thought of. It occupied you. A lot. Your brain thought about it non-stop; causing your heart to crack and shatter even more with every passing minute. You could not stand the thought of another woman in Tom's life. In his home. His bed. His heart.
You tried your best to put on a brave face, but your best friend wasn't blind. Neither stupid. He knew you better than you probably knew yourself...
At first the Brit didn't say anything. Given the fact that you clearly told and signalled him that you didn't wish to talk. But at some point, an undeniable, unpleasant tension started to built up between you both. Almost like an imaginary wall... It felt like every untold word, every unspoken feeling had pent up over the last weeks, months - years and were now about to culminate in the middle of an upcoming rain storm. Right here, right now; while being stuck in traffic.
Tom just couldn't take it any longer. He needed to know what had turned everything upside down all of a sudden. Why everything felt so wrong at this very moment.
"Y/N?" He asked you carefully once again. "I know you said everything is okay - and I feel that you clearly don't wish to speak to me, but-" "No, really, Tom. It's all good," you interrupted him once more; giving him another fake smile - and you could tell at the look of his face, that he had seen immediately through that fake smile. But before he was able to say something, you intervened; only digging the gaping hole in your heart deeper.
"Did you go on a date with Chloe?"
Tom frowned; was clearly confused of the sudden change of topic. "Y-Yes, but-" "Great. How did it go?" "Um, great, I-I guess, but why are you-" "Good. That's good. I'm happy for you Tom." You swallowed hard; feeling your heart scream in pain - but no matter how hard it hurt you, you just had to know what happened between them. You wanted to spare yourself the double gut punch. Might as well feel all the pain at once.
"But, Y/N... Why-" You chose not to leave him any space to question you and just get over with it. "Did you kiss her?" "W-What?" "Touch her?" "T-Touch her? Why would I-" "Sleep with her?" "I-" "Was she at least good in bed?" You kept on bombarding your best friend with questions. "Y/N-" "Was she, huh?" "Y/N, I-" "Did she made you cu-"
"Y/N!"
Tom suddenly exploded; screamed out your name and slamming his hands on the steering wheel of the Jag. He clearly had heard enough; couldn't listen to this any longer.
You went silent; didn't even dare to breathe for a second.
"I didn't sleep with her! I didn't touch her! Goddammit, I didn't even kiss her! Nothing happened between us! Nothing!" The Brit took a deep breath; trying to calm himself down again. You just stared at him; mouth closed shut.
"Yes, we met. Yes, it was great. But I wouldn't even call it a date. We talked and drank a glass of wine. Nothing more." You swallowed hard. "B-But, I-I thought you and Chloe were-" "A thing? No. We're not, Y/N." You blinked; were quite stunned at the sudden turnout of this situation - and once more was your mouth quicker to speak than your brain was able to think and so it came how it had to come...
"About who did you and Ben talk about then in your chat, if not Chloe?"
It slipped past your lips - and you immediately regretted it; afraid of Tom's reaction.
Tom's eyes widened to the size of plates; hands twitching to grip the steering wheel tight, while his cheeks turned beet red. The Brit had not thought about this conversation he had with his his friend - and now you knew.
"Shit, Tom, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to spy on your chats, I-I just saw it a-and was wondering about who-"
"You."
You blinked once more. "W-What?"
Tom turned to face you again; oceanic blue eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones.
Now or never, Tom thought.
"You, Y/N. We were talking about you."
You could've sworn that your heart skipped more than just one beat at his words. "M-Me?" You squeaked out; pointing at yourself. "Me?" "Yes. You. And the party today." Your eyes widened; jaw slacking in disbelief. "Y-You wanted to... Me?" Tom nodded; smiling nervously. "I always just wanted you, darling. No other woman on this earth is able to compare to you. My heart fell for you a long time ago. It belongs to you. Always has. Always will. I was just too afraid to tell-" Before he was able to finish his sentence, you had pulled him closer by the lapels of his stupidly sexy suit jacket and literally slammed your lips on his.
Tom was definitely shocked and overwhelmed at first, but he immediately relaxed; sighed in the kiss and pulled you as close as somehow possible with the car interior being quite a bit in the way.
All suppressed feelings and emotions finally broke free and melted into that very kiss. It felt like getting hit by an 18-wheeler truck and floating through heaven at the same time. It was a beautiful, chaotic mess, which the both of you enjoyed every second of - and tempted you to indulge into kiss after kiss after kiss.
You felt how your heartbeat quickened at the feeling of love and desire for the man beside you, as they were finally able to flood your body; veins pulsating with a dangerous mixture of endorphins and oxytocin - and Tom's musky smell, combined with the fruity blood orange and leather touch of his perfume didn't help at all. It made everything worse, without a doubt. Resisting Tom had been always difficult - but now that the chains were broken, it was impossible. And why should you stop yourself? There was no holding back anymore. The cards laid on the table.
You pushed Tom back into the driver seat; catching him by surprise. Your hand started to play with his tie; quickly undoing it. Tom's eyes watched your fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt; steadily wandering lower as he was swallowing hard. "Darling, w-what... what are you- Woah!" Tom had clearly anticipated that your hand would land at a place where he had often imagined it to be late at night, when he was all alone at home. But it didn't. You gave his belt a soft tug, but then moved your hand over his thigh and down to where the lever was, which allowed his seat to slide back; bringing even more space between him and the steering wheel.
Another thing the Brit hadn't seen coming - just like the next move you made.
Within the blink of an eye, you had slipped out of your high heels and elegantly swung yourself over; sitting on your former best friend's lap. It caused your dress to ride up your thighs - and Tom's eyes to widen. He literally froze in place; realising in which position you just brought yourself and him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, tugging at his suit jacket; trying to get him to shrug it off - what he did. "Y/N, w-what are you doing?" Tom knew of course very well what you were doing, but he needed to hear it. "What does it look like? I'm, uh, saving the car and riding you instead."
Tom's eyes almost popped out of his head at your bold words. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny that it stirred something deep inside him. And his dress pants.
"Darling, I-I don't know if we should do this here, I-" You raised a playful eyebrow at him.
"Oh, Tommy please... Don't be so shy now. You can't tell me that you never imagined doing this..." You leaned in closer; whispering into his ear: "Me. On top of you." The Brit couldn't help the moan which slipped past his lips. "I-I did, I-," he panted out; feeling one of your hands opening his belt; metal clinking. "See? Besides, the windows are tinted. Nobody's going to see this. Plus, we are stuck anyway, so... What are you waiting for?" You asked in a hushed voice; tracing your lips down his pulse point. "Touch me."
Another breathy moan escaped Tom's lips; big hands flying up to grab your bare thighs and working on slipping your dress even higher up your hips. His warm, slightly sweaty palms sent a shiver down your spine; nerve ends sizzling with desire.
"I-I've wanted this for so long, now, darling." Tom whispered; pressing his forehead against yours. "And now that I can finally have it - you... It's so surreal and- Oh fuck..." Tom's hands started to tremble; eyebrows slanting and mouth forming into a perfect 'o' as you lowered yourself on him. Only your lips messily entangling themselves with his seemed to bring him out of his haze.
"I love you, Tommy. I love you. I always have," you whimpered; body jolting with love and pleasure. His soft beard scratched the skin of your cheek, as he buried his head in the crook of your neck; lips marking you as his.
"I love you, too, darling. With all my heart. I'm yours." He lifted his head once more; glassy blue eyes gazing deeply into your soul. "Now let me love you. Let me make love to you." You smiled deliriously and raked your fingers through his long, blonde-brown curls. "I beg you to, Tommy."
And when he started to move, the world around you faded. All you could think and feel was Tom.
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Tommy's Girl
Requested by @bunnyanon: Hey, I would like to request a jealous Tom Hiddleston x y/n fic based on Jesse’s girl but by the end is with Tom. -🐇
AN: I REALLY HOPE that this was with the song rick springfield lMAO or else well, this is awkward.
Warnings: None, just some cute Tom pining after youuuuu
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MASTERLIST
Tom watches you for a while before he understands that he likes you.
"So then, if you think I'm bullshitting, you have to yell it before the next person plays," you say.
"Of course," he answers.
"And then, if i'm not bullshitting, you have to pick up the entire stack!" you continue.
Here he is, pretending he doesn't know how to play bullshit. Because he has a massive crush on you.
You. One of his mate's brother's girl.
"Say that again," he says, pretending to be confused, leaning over the table as if he can't hear you over the noise of his friends around.
You proudly tell him the rules again, and this close, he can smell your intoxicating perfume.
He loves the way your eyes challenge him when he calls bullshit on you. He loves the way you laugh, squint your eyes, mouth stretched over your teeth. You're so careless, so clueless that he can't help but stare.
God, he wished you were his girl.
Every time your boyfriend would come to the table and kiss you on the cheek, Tom had to rip his eyes from the sight. Every touch, every inside joke, every whispered word - you should be sharing that with him.
But tom was a gallant man.
"Again, y/n!" he says, loudly, taking your attention away from your boyfriend.
You happily play along.
And every other time Tom and his mates hang, you're there, playing bullshit with Tom.
And every birthday party, every celebration, every holiday season - he wishes he had you.
And every wedding invite he opens in the mail, he begs the holy father above that it isn't yours.
Until his mate has a house party to celebrate his new promotion. And you're not there. But Tom's mate's brother is... without you. Your boyfriend, here, without you.
Tom has to be slick about this. Because he wants you so badly that he would rather cut his toes off than risk making any mistakes that jeopardizes his chances with you.
So he asks his mate with your boyfriend seems off. He tells Tom not to worry about it.
He tries to talk to that girl you hang with but there's no opening to bring you up.
So he calls his agent, gives him your name, and tells him he needs to return something to you. Just a phone number would do.
As soon as he gets the digits, he escapes the house and texts you.
where are you? -tom
where where?
Hilarious.
at Jason's.
Oh... me and my boyfriend broke up. i'm sorry, but i won't be coming back for another game of bullshit
Tom takes a second, relishing in that weird jealous feeling that was suddenly not a heavy weighted blanket over his shoulders.
please. can i see you?
You reply almost instantly.
yes
You weren't his girl by the end of that night, no. But Tom had admitted his feelings and given you the space you needed to heal. And by the next time an invite to his next movie's red carpet came in Tom's mail, he was happy to put your name down under his plus one.
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A Tale of Stardom and Parenthood ❤️
Request (anonymous) : Hi can u write a tom hiddleston x actress!reader who are married and she is pregnant while they are promoting both loki season 1 and 2
Well, hello there, nonny! 👋🏻❤️Ofcourse I can, dear or atleast I'll try to 🤞🏻
A/N : *ahem* So.....this is my first time writing Tom Hiddleston x actress!reader and a pregnant reader. Apologies, if it doesn't hold up to your imagination.
Anyways, I hope you all like it. Especially you, nonny. 💚
It was one of those mornings where everything felt perfect, you were laying in the arms of your perfect husband, back pressed against his chest as you listened his even breathing and sound heartbeat, even in his sleep his arm was protectively wrapped around your growing baby bum in a gentle, yet tight grip. Yup a little wonder that you two had created together. Can't believe she was 3 months old already!
You tried to get up as gently as you could, without waking him up but as soon as you shuffled a little the only response you got was a protesting groan and a muffled 'not yet' from your husband as his grip on you tightened, causing a smile to rise up your face, he is a literal baby sometimes and you loved him for that. Oh, the way you were head over heels for this man!
He started presses slow, gently kisses along your neck and shoulders, it were these little gestures of his that made you fall deeper and deeper for him everyday....if that was possible. "Good morning, my love" you turned to face him, "Good morning, baby" you said.
He propped his head up on his elbow and leaned down, facing your baby bump "Good morning, dada's little princess" he cooed with a warm smile. There was not a single day that he didn't talk to her or wish her 'morning's, hello's and good night's ' and even read to her quite often. Sometimes he'd even sing to her.He turned his attention to you and said "How did my girls sleepy, tonight?" "Perfectly, my love, how bout' you? Did you sleep well?" "With you?...Always"
You and Tom had to attend an event today, The Tonight Show. For the promotion of the Loki series.
Ah, the set of Loki season one, that was the place where you two first met and became really, really good friends though you couldn't help but be attracted to the handsome Brit each passing day you spent with him, too insecure to make the first move, scared that you'll lose him completely.
That was until one night he finally confessed his true feelings for you and you both started a relationship, and then engaged ....here, allow me to give you a little glimpse of it
*flashback*
The sun began to set over the picturesque backdrop of a secluded beach, casting a warm golden glow on the sand. Tom took a deep breath, his heart pounding with nervous excitement. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. As the waves gently crashed against the shore, he reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the small velvet box nestled inside. His mind raced with all the carefully rehearsed words he wanted to say, but in that moment, everything else faded away as his eyes met the love of his life, you.
As he dropped down on one knee, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The world seemed to hold its breath as he opened the velvet box, revealing a radiant diamond ring that sparkled as brilliantly as the love that illuminated his eyes.
"My love, I....I've been captivated by you since the moment we met on the set of Loki. Your beauty, grace, and intelligence have completely enthralled me. From the depths of my heart, I must confess that I have fallen madly in love with you. You've become the light in my life, and I cannot imagine a future without you by my side."
His voice quivered ever so slightly as he spoke, his words filled with a mixture of vulnerability and certainty. Each word seemed to carry the weight of his affection, his admiration, and his desire to spend the rest of his life with you.
"Will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my partner in this grand adventure called life? Will you make me the happiest man on earth by giving me the ultimate honour of calling you mine, forever? Will you marry me, Y/N Y/L/N? "
A single tear escaped the corner of your eye, lips trembling with overwhelming emotion. You nodded, unable to find your voice amidst the surge of happiness that flooded your soul. His eyes glistened with tears of joy as he slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your commitment and marking the beginning of a new chapter in your intertwined lives.
*Present*
Your eyes got teary as you recalled those beautiful moments, it was both because of the hormones and the undying love you felt for the man.
All of this took you back to the time when you revealed the news of you both becoming parents....
*flashback*
You have never, never, felt this excited before...it was a week ago that you found out that you were pregnant... surreal, isn't it? Today...well... tomorrow.. but it was almost 10 pm so.. back to the topic, tomorrow was the day you two first started a relationship, two years... two best years.. you two met on the set of season one and now, you two were shooting Loki season two and Loki, oops, Tom. Tom was your husband,
Tom was currently out for pre- anniversary celebration with his friends. 5 and a half months since you got married and 2 years and 1 month and 16 days since you had your first kiss / started a relationship and exactly 10 months and 4 days since he proposed you.
Everything happened so fast but even if you both took years to think, the outcome would have come the same, you belonged with him and he belonged with you.
The sound of the main door opening pulled you out of your thoughts, and you started your little plan, you were wearing his favourite dress. "Darling, I'm home" you heard a baritone you knew way too well. You hid your smirk and walked towards the door.
"I'm here, my love" you called. His jaw almost hit the floor as he saw you "My love, you ... I don't have words to describe how gorgeous you look, as always. You never fail to leave me speechless. Pray tell, is there any specific reason for this heavenly sight?" he said, ending his words with a smirk causing you to blush "Oh, come on. Maybe, maybe not. Just wanted to give my darling husband a sight to enjoy" said you, walking towards him.
He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and into a loving kiss "Happy anniversary, my love. I can't believe we started this two years ago and now, we're here, married. It all happened so fast..." said he
"Happy anniversary to you too, darling. Indeed, it happened fast...but it was and is perfect. I have a surprise for you" his eyes lit up as a child's when you said this "Really!? Thank you, my love! I really am excited!" then, you took him to the living room where a beautifully packed gift box, which was blue in colour and had a crimson bow on top was kept. "Go on, love. Open it" he wasted no time in opening the box.
He honestly was a bit confused when he saw a pair of baby boots, the same as his favourite ones and a mini scarf, the scarf. Yes, the Loki one. You were just standing in front of him, admiring how adorable he looked. His eyes widened to the size of the couch when he saw a positive pregnancy test inside it. "Darling?" He looked at you in pleasent surprise. You gave him a nod of confirmation "Yes.." "Oh, my love..." tears of joy flooded his eyes and yours as he practically rushed towards your side, wrapping you in a warm embrace.
"I can't tell you how happy I am. I'm the happiest man on earth to have you by my side and now our little wonder too. I love you, Y/N" he kisses you deeply, pouring all his love in the kiss and then kneeled in front of you, getting face level with your stomach, peppering it with kisses "Hello, my baby. I'm your dada" he cooed, raising up after a minute and pressing a kiss on your forehead. "We're going to be parents" you said once you found your voice "It's surreal..."
*present*
"How're you feeling, my love?" Your husband's voice pulled you out of your thoughts "Great, sweetheart. The team must be coming for the dress up for today's event" "Right as always, darling" in no longer than 5 minutes, the team was there....
Your makeup was perfect, so was the dress, it was light blue in colour, completing Tom's blue suit. And now, it was time for the event
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome upon the stage, MCU's beloved couple, everyone's favourite, Tom and Y/N Hiddleston!!"
The audience burst into a huge round of applause as you and Tom entered the stage with grace, exchanging plesantries before sitting on the couch "First of all very many congratulations on your wedding. May you both experience millions of moments of this eternal flame of love" said your host, Jimmy Fallon. "Thank you so much, Jimmy, really." you said with a low chuckle.
"So, before we begin talking about the Loki series... there are rumours that you guys are expecting baby Hiddleston"
This time, Tom took his turn "They are correct, we are indeed expecting a baby and I couldn't be happier" "Uh-huh" you ended his sentence placing a hand on your baby bump and earning a burst of applause and hoots
"Really?! That is Great! I'm so happy for you both" "Thank you so much, buddy"
~°~
The rest of the night went greatly and now you and Tom were in his car heading back home. He gently held your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it "Thank you, my love." he said out of the blue making you chuckle lowly "What for, darling?" "For everything, for being here with me, for being you, for existing, for this..." said he as he placed his hand on your baby bump. You just looked at him, unable to form any words "You've a silvertounge, you know?" "I do. And I'm all yours and you're mine"
Yes, he was yours and you were his, for eternity....
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Find Tom: Part 2
(a little new art too)
The whole "soccer era" Tom was the push I needed to jump back into a Tom fic, although I am by far much more comfortable just sticking with Loki. I hope this isn't cringey. It’s not that great but I feel like it needs to be posted. 😑
⚠️It's mature so no under 18 readers!
❤️It's a love poem with not a lot of plot!
☠️I used some new smutty words
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Read Find Tom Part 1
He had stayed an extra week-you had called in to work with hope and a prayer you wouldn’t lose your job.
How could you have known that the remarkable business of bedding a movie star not only included being passionately taken on every mid-modern furnishing capable of withstanding Tom’s athleticism but also came replete with nuanced discussions of such things as little-known facets of British history?
A mere night with this man would have been impossible. His words alone filled the time so completely while his cock took up the rest of the hours left in the day. You needed a lifetime but would have to settle for a week. You also felt like Tom’s spare thoughts were enough to earn him a second Cambridge degree.
You often found yourself pouring strong coffee between glasses of Cab to keep your mind sharp enough to ask intelligent follow-up questions. Which you always did. It was impossible not to notice how his conversational ability effervesced through him, a surging sparkle that galvanized in his eyes, creating a disproportionate lure and the impulse to return the enchanting discourse in kind. Over the course of the week, you had time to observe how many of Tom’s features would appear as backdrops to his emotions.
Like the plane of his nose, its pristine alpine slope, when he was grinding his hips into you. Or how his smile consumed half of his face while his lips found yours.
His eyes were mesmerizing vehicles of his intellect like twin comets streaking the sky. You had to watch them. You couldn’t take your own eyes off them. He saw not only you but what was beyond you, possibly what you would become. He had a witchy sense.
Also, strangely when you least expected it, a pallor of sadness would also occasionally descend between your bodies. A departure from his enthusiastic nature that usually led the way. It was clear something had made a lasting impact on him. Was it another woman? A situation? Strife of the elite? Champagne problems that you could never understand. You wanted to ask him to tell you, but you let the sadness be a silent companion to your passion.
All this revelation was amplified in the vintage quiet of the Sea Ranch cottage you had all to yourselves.
That first night, he took you easily. Perhaps embarrassingly easy. After all, you’d been wet since you saw him from across the crowded room. An uncomfortable distraction while you talked about your lives and listened to the quartet play The Lark Ascending in the main room of the after-party. Something about the tender violin and his deep voice from a place far away. The details. The decorations, wild peach-colored streamers blowing in the ocean wind battering the rafters. A hum in your ears.
The way he leaned in closer when you knew he could hear you. You’d swallow him up if given the chance. Later at his Sea Ranch cottage, what felt like an eternity after so much conversation and ephemera, you were finally a crumpled passionate mess. You remember looking down and seeing him finally enter you, the implications, the spectacle.
You felt your breath leave and never quite return.
Later as dawn coursed through and put the evening to rest, Tom made sure to use the California poppy napkins to tidy you both up but stopped himself short of a full janitorial protocol. There was something a little wicked about his disregard. He liked seeing you wrecked. He liked seeing the lingering elements of the sex you just had, still on you. He didn’t want to make things too neat. You felt exposed but did not want to assemble a wall between you.
The instinct was that of vulnerability. Only sometimes found in casual romance. Only sometimes experienced by you.
By Tuesday, Tom’s effulgent historical discourse had fully found its way into your conversation yet again. You sat on the ocean-facing porch in two aging red deck chairs, a temptation for Tom’s fingers. He easily peeled off their flaking paint and collected it into a neat pile on the property’s 1972 glass Sands Hotel ashtray.
He would continue to move the small pile around with his long finger mixing the chipped paint with the singed tobacco and marijuana wrappings from the day for the hours you talked. Tom would grow quiet only when he rolled his own cigarettes one-handed.
You wondered if he smoked back in London or only when on holiday or business, or as an affront to suffocating California standards of healthy living. The sea wind picked up and moved through his rust-colored hair, salt air conjuring it into full attention.
Apparently, he had forgotten his blow dryer, but now, surprisingly, he seemed besotted with his curls. He ran his hands through them as he resumed your previous conversation.
You tried not to lose your concentration on the details. Tom’s mental ephemera began to have a companion in the details of his being you were collecting in the hallows of your own mind. Topics spun wildly from one to another but often fell back into history and philosophy. You prided yourself in keeping up, even if you had to use the cottage's old ethernet cable and early 2000s PC to look up “ontology.”
"British history is rife with privileged white opportunists, wouldn't you say?" His words were intended for both the relentless waves below and you as he stared off into the inky distance. That was quite the conversation shift. You had both just been talking about Steinerberg, Switzerland. He’d been while filming The Night Manager. He went on.
"Take William Bennett, for example, a complete ass."
"William Bennett?" Repeating his choice of subject often gave you a few vital seconds to collect your thoughts.
"Indeed. He essentially earned his fame from an aquatint print of the New York City fire in 1836. The untold story is that he bought the original sketch from an impoverished Italian artist, Nicolino Calyo. Calyo was there amidst the 700 homes succumbing to flames. Bennett essentially duplicated it, and therefore, as a wealthy, idle British artist, he managed to elude any consequences." You scrunched your nose in a silent response before replying.
"And Calyo?" you finally ventured, already anticipating Tom's reply.
"Naturally, he ended up dead and destitute. The old D and D, if you will.”
You laughed but felt a parallel emerge within you. Your life seemed uncomfortably akin to Nicolino Calyo's. Your mind raced - was Tom, beneath his casual Louis Vuitton button-down, a modern William Bennett? Your thoughts looped back to yesterday's breathy exchange after you’d gone down on him and where you confessed that after a long hiatus, you'd begun painting again. Was he secretly archiving the ideas you'd shared about your nascent series, ready to unearth them during his leisure in Margate - a place allegedly sharing the "spirit and design" of Sea Ranch? While Tom moved your things inside as the chill of the evening overtook you both, your mind was fixated on your previous conversation.
In your carnally vexed state, you'd unveiled your infatuation with the hues of mint green, adobe red, and translucent pink. His curiosity had been particularly piqued by "adobe," which led to a discourse on the disparity between the tangible "true adobe" and the digitized shade we've now associated with the word.
He reflected on his time in New Mexico during the filming of the first Thor movie, where he was first introduced to the color scheme of the American Southwest. It had been a captivating conversation that moved fast. An image of Tom as a reincarnated William Bennett, unveiling his own mint green and adobe masterpiece at a glitzy auction event eight years from now felt lodged in your mind.
Apparently, this emerging anxiety of trusting such a departure from your usual type of lover was hard. None of your other partners would still an idea you had for a painting and make millions from it, but of course, neither would Tom. You were becoming irrational. You poured yourself a new glass of wine, emptying another bottle. Closing your eyes for a moment by yourself while Tom assembled the next part of your evening with his usual intentionality intact, even if he didn’t catch your mood. He tracked even the tiniest details in the short time you’d spent together. You wondered if his sadness had descended, preventing him from noticing.
The next day you made love in the early morning hours, savoring his body. He was deeply asleep his naked luminosity shining against the white of the sheets. Tom still smelled like the rosemary he had picked from the bushes out front. You had watched him in his running shorts and nothing else, springs of rosemary in his hands.
He remarked about how wild rosemary doesn’t grow in England; at least, he didn’t think so. He joked he would take some of it back in his suitcase. He’d smell like California. He’d smell like privileged things like taking an extra week off. At that moment, you had felt his lineage as if a halo surrounded him - an impenetrable force field.
The afternoon found you both in the living room, wrapped in tartan blankets, partaking in an improvised indoor picnic. Tom had run a 10-mile round trip to Jenner's only grocery store. The sight of him returning with baguettes, ham, brie, and more wine bottles settled his existence in your mind as a true enigma. His sweaty, proud smile covered his face completely as held the baguette up to the sky in a triumphant cheer. You ran to him and held him around his middle.
You always loved the way tall skinny guys felt. It was a too-familiar gesture for such a casual situation, you tried to pull back, but he nestled his head into the crook of your shoulder. You closed your eyes and heard only the ambient sound of birds.
The morning of the sixth day, you dressed in his white undershirt and boxer shorts. You both reveled in the amusement of exchanging clothing items to create new outfits each day. The addition of Tom’s packed subtly luxurious clothing gave you both interesting options. His Armani suit jacket with just your black underwear. Tom amusingly in your skirt, paired with his unexpected choice of nude suede Herve ankle boots.
Your scarf and his sleek Ray-Bans. His running shorts were cleverly repurposed as a strapless jumpsuit. In the end, the clothes would always come off. You would be naked. You would have your hands consuming one another in a shocking discovery of hidden pleasure. The responses were the truth.
The thing you both could trust. In his sighs, in the warm breath that haunted your collar bones. In the flush of his cheeks. In the sweat on his forehead or the goosebumps on your arms when his fingertips traced the edges of your body with the precision of an engineer, you held on to the touches, the utterances of euphoria. With every orgasm, you felt the incredible raw honor of being human.
You wanted to slow it down long enough to feel it truly. To feel a king cuming inside you. To feel his cum and his claim while lost in the gravity of his eyes. Those magnificent extensions of his brain were a lifeline. Your bodies became sculptures, black quartz in the hot sun.
By Sunday, the end of your time together had finally found its way to you. He whispered in your ear after pulling out, catching any breath he could. He could only stay until Monday, he had to go back to London. You stared at the slow oscillations of the Casablanca ceiling fan. “I’ll miss this,” your words were an echo of the real words you longed to say.
His eyes closed, lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks.
The woman he would one day choose to marry, you thought, God help her. She would undoubtedly be transformed if your brief moments with Tom were any sign. However, for some melancholic reason, you knew it wasn’t going to be you.
You weren’t destined to be the lover who would eventually turn into a wife. He only had room for the ecstasy of passion and intellectual tête-à-têtes. This affair was incomplete, with no clear conclusion in sight. It wasn't a tale like that of William Bennett and his ill-gotten fame through art theft—a story with a beginning, middle, and end.
No, this was something else entirely. Suddenly, as if he was privy to the endless stream of inner thoughts, Tom spoke. "I met you at the right time, y/n," he said, his piercing blue eyes now open.
He jumped out of bed and casually dressed, slipping on a single item of clothing or, more accurately, an accessory — his Gucci belt wrapped sideways around his bare body. It was difficult to concentrate as he strolled past the expansive windows of the cottage. His muscles and his semi-hard cock were the only things holding that thing in place. Your cheeks grew hot. Tom followed up his emotional revelation with a more practical question.
"Shall I make us eggs on this, our final morning together?”
Without waiting for your response, he ventured into the kitchen, energetically rummaging through the cabinets in search of pepper before swinging open the refrigerator.
As he busily prepared breakfast, his underlying sadness was emerging, defying the rational part of his mind that wished it weren't there. Balancing a glass bowl against his stomach, he swiftly began whisking eggs, his intense gaze fixed upon you. This prompted you to inquire once more, "Why is this the right time, Tom?"
He continued whisking the eggs as he replied, "You found me, truly. Sometimes, we serve that purpose for others, akin to amateur archaeologists. Returning to London, I will be more whole, not less."
You found yourself fidgeting with the hem of Tom's t-shirt you were now wearing.
"You desired this life you have didn't you? You wanted fame?"
"I don't know, y/n. I wanted to do what I loved," Tom confessed, pouring the frothy mixture into the heated pan.
"I doubt it’s that simple, I'm sure you've had to make difficult decisions to reach the top."
"Like parting ways with a beautiful woman I met while on an extended work trip?"
"Yes, exactly like that,” you struggled to say.
"It happens all the time, love, all the time. Regret is my middle name. Thomas Regret Hiddleston."
With that sentence, he refocused his attention on cooking, his hands and mind engaged in a synchronized activity not unlike sex, serving a similar yet less emotional purpose.
You discovered a tablecloth tucked away in the back of a cabinet and spread it over the aged blonde table. Professionally, he placed the plates of food before you.
"Quite the last supper we have here," you remarked, attempting a joke to mask your emerging underlying sadness, though failing in your intended delivery.
Your gaze fell to the floor, unable to meet the sunlight streaming through the windows or Tom's eyes. He continued in his relational eulogy, "Its breakfast, y/n, and many more will come. Someday, you'll have a partner, and I'll have someone too. We'll be enjoying meals with them, and something will trigger a memory. Perhaps we'll be by the sea on vacation, and you'll remember me, and I'll remember you."
So he was thinking similar thoughts as you. He did not feel he met his future wife at a Bay Area film festival after-party. It was a long shot at best. You nervously tried to continue talking.
"Of course, not simultaneously. How could we possibly know if we remember each other at the same time?"
"We will never know, y/n. We will only remember each other out-of-sync for the rest of our lives."
With that bittersweet but strangely truthful statement, he reached across the table and gently took your hand and kissed it. You wouldn’t watch him leave late that night. You skipped the coffee after the wine, and poured yourself another, watching the moon reflect off the darkness of the glass.
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The Cure, One Shot
Thank you for the prompt: If I could be anon please. A young woman is sent to the doctor for hysteria, Doctor Hiddleston knows just the cure for that. Non-con please.
WARNINGS: Rape/Non con!!
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You were terrified as you waited in the doctor’s waiting room for your appointment. What didn’t help was it was the end of the day, so you were the last one there, aside from whoever was in with the doctor at the moment.
Even the receptionist was getting ready to head home, no doubt as soon as you were finished, she would be out the door.
Your anxiety was through the roof as it was, you hated having to talk to people in general. Especially about a problem that was… slightly intimate.
But your anxiety worsened when you saw the patient before you leaving a room, followed by the doctor. It was a male doctor. You had specifically asked for a female doctor when you made the appointment, briefly saying it was an intimate type of issue to the receptionist.
You were twirling your fingers around in your lap as the doctor spoke briefly to the receptionist, sending her home since it was already late. As his appointments had run over, that he would lock up. That’s when it clicked, you realised it was Doctor Hiddleston. He owned half of the practice.
Doctor Hiddleston looked over at you and smiled warmly as he said your name. ‘Come right through.’ He motioned to his room.
You hesitated big time, wanting to just run out the door instead. But you took a deep breath and put on your big girl pants, he was a professional after all. There was nothing to worry about. You needed to get this issue sorted out sooner rather than later. Besides, he looked nice and his voice was quite soothing, which put you at ease a little bit.
So you headed into the room and he followed you in and shut the door. He motioned for you to sit down as he sat at the desk.
‘I’m Doctor Hiddleston. There’s no need to be nervous, I’m here to help.’ He said kindly as he turned to face you with a warm smile and clasped his hands together. ‘What seems to be the problem?’
You gulped hard before responding. ‘I uh… well, I’m not really sure.’ You looked down at your hands in your lap, fiddling your fingers about nervously. ‘My anxiety seems to be getting worse… I also have been feeling super restless and not been sleeping great. I’ve been getting hot flushes too, mostly at night. My stomach is often sore. But my uh… my periods are all out of whack, there’s no pattern to them anymore.’ Your face felt like it was on fire as you told him.
He nodded and hummed as he listened. ‘Do you have a partner?’
‘No… Not for about a year.’
‘Ok, are you sexually active? Or have you been since?’ He asked.
Your eyes widened a little at that question. You shook your head.
He turned to his computer for a moment and typed a few notes, then turned back to face you with a serious look. ‘I think I now exactly what the problem is. You’ve got hysteria.’
‘What?!’ You gasped, horrified. ‘I… I thought… there was no such thing?’
Doctor Hiddleston chuckled gently. ‘Hysteria is most definitely real, I’m afraid. You have classic symptoms of it. But there’s no need to worry at all, it’s a very easy cure. It might take a few visits, but you will find after this appointment there’s a big difference.’
He stood and walked over to the door, your stomach twisted in fear as he locked said door. Then he went to the examination table and smoothed out a fresh sheet.
‘Come and make yourself comfortable here.’ He patted the table.
‘What… What is the cure?’ You asked, your voice trembling.
‘It’s a simple job, some external stimulation to release some of the tension. Or in simple terms, an orgasm.’ He smiled.
You rose from your chair and began moving towards the door as you shook your head. ‘I… I don’t think… No thank you… I will think it over, perhaps.’ As you reached the door, even though you knew it was locked you still tried the handle. Panic began setting in when you realised for certain you wouldn’t get out.
Hiddleston tsked and began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. ‘Come now, you need to do as you’re told or you’ll never get better. It won’t hurt, I promise.’
‘This can’t be right, surely, it’s outdated. Please.’ You whimpered.
‘Are you really questioning my many years of training?’ He asked in a firm tone. You said nothing in response.
‘Get on the table. Don’t make this worse for yourself. I will not have a patient of mine leave here without proper treatment, do you know how damaging that would be to my reputation? So we can do it the easy way, or the hard way. It’s down to you.’ He growled at you.
Your whole body was shaking badly as you hesitantly made your way over to the table. You felt like you were going to be sick as you clambered on and lay down on your back.
‘That’s a good girl. Wasn’t so difficult now, was it?’ He said with a smile as he stroked your ankle. You were really regretting wearing a skirt now.
He put some stirrups into place and one at a time, put your foot into them and to your horror, restrained them in place with a strap around your ankle.
‘Please, I don’t like this.’ You whimpered, but he completely ignored your plea.
When he picked up a pair of scissors, you thought the worst. But he used them to cut off your knickers, which was horrifying enough. You tried closing your legs but couldn’t because of the stirrups.
‘Stop! Please! Just let me go!’ You sat up and tried to reach down to free yourself, but with a short wrestle he was able to capture both of your hands in his large ones.
That’s when you realised how strong he was as he easily pinned your hands down above your head, and he restrained them with his belt, tying them to the table on a bar that was just underneath.
‘I did offer the easy way. This is your own fault. But you will feel better after the treatment, I guarantee it.’ He said gruffly as he moved back down to the bottom of the table, between your legs. You were spread open and so vulnerable to him.
He spent a moment looking at you down there, spreading your lips apart and sliding his finger around. He put some lube onto his fingers and spread them over you, making you gasp a little and your body jolt when he brushed across your clit.
A wicked smirk spread on his lips as he repeated the movement, earning the same reaction.
‘Yes, most definitely a case of hysteria. You are very sensitive, which is a classic symptom. No need to worry, this is easy to fix. However, with you being so anxious I think you need a more specific kind of treatment. Something that toys won’t be able to do.’ He slowly circled your clit with his thumb and just as slowly inserted a finger into you, pushing through your tightness because of how tense you were.
‘What do you mean?’ Your voice was high pitched as you tried to squirm away from his touch. But you got no explanation yet.
He continued circling your clit, then inserted a second finger into you and he took his time exploring inside you. Twisting his fingers this way and that, to your horror he was starting to make you feel really good… Too good.
But it became unbearable when he curled his fingers in just the right way and in a come-hither motion, he rubbed across your g spot firmly. Between that and the clit stimulation, your mind was shutting down. Even as you continued to plead with him to stop. You felt so violated.
You started sobbing just as he made you cum, the confusion was horrible. Your mind was completely against what he was doing, but your body was begging and screaming for more. He kept stroking you through your orgasm, making the pleasure heighten to something you’d never felt before. You weren’t sure if your tears were from the assault or the pleasure.
‘That’s it. Now that wasn’t so scary, was it?’ He grinned widely.
You turned your head to the side away from him as tears fell down your cheek. You were so relieved when he removed his fingers from you.
You thought it was over. But it was far from over.
You heard rustling and as you looked down, you began struggling again. He was undoing his trousers and pulling his cock out, to your horror he was already hard and he stroked himself a few times, aiming right at your cunt.
‘As I said, your case is quite far advanced. You need a thorough fucking to feel better, plus your body is craving to be bred. So that’s what we need to give it.’
No! NO! Please, no! Stop, I’m begging you! I won’t tell anyone, just stop. Please! I’m cured. It’s fine!’ You were struggling so much that the table was starting to rock.
But Hiddleston tugged you down a little so you were right at the bottom of the table, and he stepped in-between your thighs. You screamed at him to stop, screamed for help, but there was no-one in the building to hear you.
When he pressed the tip of his cock against your soft lips, you tried flailing your legs more, but the stirrups were in place too well. He put his hand firmly on your abdomen, pinning you down to keep you from breaking the table or the stirrups, then he pushed into you. Excruciatingly slowly, inch by inch, making you feel all of him.
‘Please.’ You sobbed, but it was pointless. He was taking you, whether you wanted it or not. There was absolutely nothing you could do.
‘Ohh, so tight. It has been a while.’ He growled as he started thrusting into you at a decent pace, no doubt bruising your poor insides. He was a large man too, in every aspect of the meaning. So you felt him in places you’d never felt before.
Annoyingly, he was hitting your g spot with every stroke, and it got worse when he started rubbing your clit again with his thumb.
‘You will feel so much better after this.’ He grunted between thrusts. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he pounded into you, dragging out this nightmare.
When you realised that he was about to cum inside you, you just cried even more. Knowing there was no point pleading him to stop, because there was no way he was going to.
‘Think of it as I’m putting out the fire inside of you, darling.’ He panted and forced you to cum again on his cock with a well angled thrust and firm rub of your clit.
As you cried out in a mixture of pleasure and emotional pain, he came too from the way your body naturally squeezed around him, wanting him to do exactly what he was about to.
He came inside you, in abundance. You could feel him filling you up and it felt like he was never going to stop. He was trembling as he stared you down with a wicked grin, he thrust slowly a few more times for good measure, causing some of his sperm to seep out of you, you could feel it dribbling down onto the sheet underneath.
‘That’s it. See, that wasn’t such a horrible treatment, was it?’ He asked as he pulled out of you and sorted himself out.
You couldn’t speak, couldn’t even look at him. Even as he undid your restraints, you just lay there.
He barked your name, making you jump. You reluctantly did turn your head to look at him. He gripped your chin and brushed his thumb against your cheek as fresh tears escaped.
‘Shhh, shhh. No need for that, because you don’t need to worry. I know you feel better already, and after a few more sessions you will be fighting fit again.’
He saw the look of horror that crossed your face.
‘And remember, I know where you live. So I can easily organise home visits for the remaining treatments… And don’t forget, I have a wonderful reputation in this city, it would be a shame if someone was to try and spoil that over something so silly. Especially when she enjoyed it so much, too. Cumming all over my cock like a little whore.’ He growled deeply.
You knew that was his way of warning you. And you knew he was right, there was no way you’d be able to tell anyone that would believe you. Plus, he really did know where you lived, he had access to all of your information. What if he was more dangerous than you thought? There was no way you could risk it…
‘Now, head off home and relax. You should sleep well tonight.’ He unlocked the door then opened it. ‘If there’s anymore issues, just give me a call.’
Even though your legs were completely jelly, you scrambled off the table and ran out of the room.
‘I’ll see you in a week’s time for the second round of treatment.’ He called after you as you fled from the building.
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Head's Up, Seven Up
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“Are you Alice’s friend?” Jayne said, before he could turn to leave. “Yes! That’d be me. I’m Tom.” He smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Jayne.” She smiled back and shook his hand. “Come right in, Tom. You’re right on time. We were just getting started.”
She led him into the dinning room where everyone welcomed him. Alice jumped up to give him a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it!” Turning around, she introduced him. “Tom, this is everyone. Everyone, this is Tom. He’s new to town.”
Everyone welcomed him. The only free spot was a corner seat across from Alice. Jayne sat at the other corner across the table. Looking at the delicious food, Tom dug right in. “I could smell this as soon as I got out of my car. It all looks amazing!” All those around the table heartily agreed. They loved coming whenever Jayne hosted. Not that the others were bad (except Harry who’d been banned from cooking for the group after the last disaster). They just preferred Jayne’s cooking.
“I’ve been eating takeaway for a week while I get my place set up,” said Tom. No one really liked moving, and unpacking seemed to take forever, especially since he seemed to have lost the boxes with his kitchen stuff. As much as he looked, those particular boxes never seemed to turn up.
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Summary: "Fresh off the interrogation, Loki is emboldened to make a move."
✑ Back in Your Arms by sserpente • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Imagine [working for] the T.V.A. [after wreaking] havoc across the sacred timeline in a desperate attempt to bring Loki, your husband, back to life. When the T.V.A. captures [his Variant], all the pain and grief... finally makes way for relief and [unconditional love]. [However] when you finally meet again... he doesn't know who you are..."
✑ Control by munsons-maiden • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki loves to be in control, but it looks like the trickster has just as much fun when you take it."
✑ Enjoy the Little Things by starks-hero • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: "Whilst stranded on Lamentis and attempting to reach the ark, the weight of the situation begins to set in on you. Loki decides to comfort you with a little magic."
✑ Escaping the T.V.A. by anonymousfiction211 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki escapes and ends up alone in the room where Mobius showed him the clips of his life. He finds a tape with [your] name on it, his former best friend and love-interest. Curiosity got the better of him and he decides to play the tape, which lead to something even Loki hadn't forseen."
✑ He's Me She's Mine by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Loki gets jealous... Of himself...
✑ Love that Could Have Been by aurora-star-wars • 〔A〕 •
Summary: Loki and Sylvie talk about reader on the train
✑ My King￨Prt. II by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔A〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "He Who Remains tempts Loki with a throne, with Asgard, with you… How long will paradise last before it starts crumbling?"
✑ Nothing Gold by beyondspaceandstars • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Loki thought you were gone forever but suddenly there you were. In the TVA library and you didn't recognize him."
✑ See You in Another Lifetime by munsons-maiden • 〔A〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Loki is forced to watch his life play out on the T.V.A. screen —and his future catches up with him."
✑ Special Care by fluffyfantasticducky • 〔F〕 •
Synopsis: "After all that's been going on, the TVA not only hires Loki, but gives him a break, clear his mind and clean his wounds. And someone very interesting is gonna help him out with that."
✑ Through the Whole Universe by wewritesoyoucanenjoy • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[You're] new to the T.V.A., and Mobius leaves [you] in charge of Loki."
✑ Timeless by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "While doing some research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives."
✑ To the Daisy by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[You're] a librarian working for the T.V.A. and [you] can't help but take a liking to Loki, the newest threat to the Sacred Timeline. The two [of you] bond over poetry and well, things might just take off..."
✑ Yggdrasil by smolvenger • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Your husband, the god of mischief, has made the ultimate sacrifice for his friends, and the world...he lives, but now he is alone...that is until you choose to join him in his solitude and make a life there."
✑ A Sleepy God by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •
✑ Absolutely Not by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •
✑ All it Took was a Timepad by x-childish-x • 〔F〕 •
✑ Always by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •
✑ Archived by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔A〕 • ♡ •
✑ Arrogant by yetanotherhiddlestoner • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Comfort by randomfandomimagines • 〔C〕 •
✑ Goodbye by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Honeymoon, the by smolvenger • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Kid, the by dyns33 • 〔A᜶C〕 • 𑁍 •
✑ Last Minutes by laufeyamp • 〔A᜶C〕 •
✑ Loki's Theory by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •
✑ Mischief Wrath by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ My Loki by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Nexus by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 •
✑ Pie Thief by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Pulled from the Timeline by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •
✑ Revelations by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔F᜶A〕 •
✑ Warm by munsons-maiden • 〔F〕 •
✑ Loki Falling for Mobius' Daughter… by bakugousaysdie • 〔F〕 •
✑ Loki Falling for You, a TVA Agent… by oswildin • 〔F〕 •
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36. Yours
Warnings: Smut, FLUFF
A/N: It is with both pride and sadness that I say this is the concluding chapter to this series, (though I may write an epilogue). I hope you enjoyed it!
“Darling, we’re going to be late for our dinner reservation,” Tom’s voice called from your foyer.
“Just a minute,” you responded from your bedroom while you put on your earrings. You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time before meeting your boyfriend, waiting (mostly) patiently by the front door, looking dashing as ever. “Hey, handsome.”
His face lit up when he saw you. “Hello, beautiful,” he purred as he pulled you in for a kiss. He tried to keep it chaste but you couldn’t help but slip your tongue between his lips while you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him in as close as possible. When the kiss ended, he opened his eyes slowly, looking dazed.
“Just a gentle reminder that we don’t need to go out,” you said sweetly. “We’ve waited long enough.”
He took a deep breath and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry, darling, but I’m going to do this right.”
“When have we ever done things ‘right?’” you asked, chuckling.
“That’s exactly my point! I’ve never actually taken you out on a date!”
“You are more than welcome to take me out on a date after we’ve had sex,” you suggested, bringing your hands up to play with the open collar of his shirt.
He put his hands on your wrists and stroked his thumbs across your knuckles. “Will you please let me do this? I promise you it will be worth it.” He looked down at you with pleading eyes, the kind that made your chest ache a bit, and you realized he wasn’t just doing this out of chivalry. He was trying to make up for the last time the two of you had had sex, months ago, despite numerous attempts on your part to make him realize that you were both at fault for that night. If this is what it would take for him to forgive himself, then you would happily oblige.
“Okay, darling,” you replied, cupping his face in your hand and softly stroking his cheek.
He kissed the inside of your wrist. “Thank you, love.” And with that, the two of you left for the restaurant.
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Ever since you started dating Tom, even though you were fully aware that he was a celebrity, it never really felt like you were dating a celebrity. That is until your date that night. He had parked in a secluded spot behind the restaurant and the owner let the pair of you in the back entrance through the kitchen. You expected to be led to some sort of secluded dining room, away from the other customers. Instead, you stepped out into the main dining room, but there were no other customers. It was empty and the curtains were closed on large front windows to obscure the view of any paparazzi or other passers by. In the middle of the room there was a table donned with a white table cloth, candles, rose petals, and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.
Tom pulled out your chair for you to sit and then sat down across from you. You looked at him with wide eyes. “Tom, this is…” you paused, looking around the room. “…amazing! Did you buy out the whole bloody restaurant?”
He chuckled lightly. “You deserve it, princess. Besides, I like to keep my private life private. At least as much as I possibly can.”
“I think we’re fairly well rehearsed at that by now,” you joked, winking playfully at him.
“Be that as it may,” he replied with a smile before turning a bit more serious. “I won’t always be able to protect you from the paparazzi and fans, though I will try my hardest.” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. He looked apprehensive. “I hope you’re prepared for that.”
“I am,” you responded without hesitation. You had actually thought about this a lot since you first started dating Tom. Back then it was a fairly significant source of anxiety for you, fearing that your boss or a parent of one of your students would find out about your relationship via a pap photo in some trashy tabloid magazine. But now that your relationship was no longer taboo, fans and media prying into your relationship seemed a bit more tolerable. More than that, it was a sacrifice you were more than willing to make to be with the man you loved.
“And while I would love to have you on my arm for every public event I attend, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about walking the red carpet with you,” you confessed bashfully. “Though I’m not nearly as photogenic as you.”
Tom smiled and shook his head. “Are you joking? Darling, you should know by now how gorgeous you are. Your smile alone would have everyone enamored with you in an instant!”
You bit your lip in an attempt to hide your smile as you looked down at your menu, but he used his index finger to lift your chin back up to look at him and his voice dropped to a low timbre. “And don’t get me started on how wild it drives me when you bite your lip like that.”
Your breath hitched and you immediately felt a gush of arousal between your legs. You squeezed your thighs together as you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, Tom’s tongue darting out to wet his lips. You wanted to fuck him right there on the table and you were sure he wanted it too, but then he snapped himself out of it, clearing his throat and releasing your chin as he leaned back in his chair and smiled warmly at you. You smiled back, but you couldn't help but look a bit flustered as you adjusted yourself in your seat and the two of you began perusing the menu.
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Your dinner was possibly the best food you’d ever had, but it still didn’t quite take your mind off of other things. While you ate, your eyes wandered over his every feature: his jaw, down his neck, across his collar bone, and down to the little bit of chest hair peeking out from his open collar, imagining the trail of kisses you’d leave along that exact same path, and then lower and lower…
Tom’s voice saying your name pulled you from your trance. Your eyes snapped back up to his soft blue gaze. “I was going to ask if you wanted dessert, but I think you just answered my question,” he said with a grin. He signaled for the waiter and promptly paid the check before the two of you hastily made your way to the car.
Tom opened the passenger side door for you to get in, and then proceeded around the car to get in the driver’s seat. As soon as he shut the door behind him, you grabbed him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. The two of you immediately lost yourselves in it. With your lips firmly locked with his, you climbed over the center console to straddle his lap. Your hands in his hair, his hands roaming your curves, the two of you were panting and whimpering until you reached down to undo his belt.
“Not here,” Tom said, reluctantly pulling his lips away from yours and moving your hand away from his bulging groin.
“Babyyyyyy,” you whined, grinding your hips against his.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Princess, will you please buckle up so I can take you home?” he asked sweetly.
You let out a conceding sigh. “Only if you show me how fast your jag can go,” you teased. You kissed him on the cheek and then climbed back into the passenger seat, giving him a smirk as you fastened your seatbelt.
He chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do.” And with that, he revved the engine and took off towards his house.
The car ride was filled with light touches and sultry giggles, and when you arrived at Tom’s place, he lifted you up as soon as the front door closed behind the two of you, hitching your legs over his hips and carrying you to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed with you in his arms and kissed you feverishly while you unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. Then you stood up in front of him and slowly peeled off your dress to reveal the red lace lingerie you had picked out for the occasion.
He stared up at you in awe, his eyes roaming over your figure. When his gaze met yours again, it was so intense that you felt your heart begin to pound in your chest. You bit your lip and looked down at the floor. He stood up slowly in front of you, putting one hand on your waist and the other lifted your chin, encouraging you to look at him again. Leaning in close, he brought his lips to yours, caressing them tenderly. You closed your eyes and felt a warmth wash over your body from both love and lust as you kissed him softly.
When your lips eventually parted, Tom swallowed hard as he slowly opened his eyes. “Lie down for me?” he requested quietly, lightly stroking his thumb across your chin.
You nodded as you flashed him a coy smile, and then you laid down on your back on the bed. As you did so, he watched you intently while he took off his trousers and boxers. As soon as he was free of his clothes, he crawled on top of you, hovering over you possessively and kissing you deeply. You spread your legs and wrapped them around his hips, pulling him close to you. When you felt his cock glide against your clit, you moaned softly into the kiss, but he pulled away slightly to look at you.
“Not yet,” he told you in a low, soft tone. “We’re going to take this nice and slow tonight. Okay, sweetheart?” With a feather-light touch, he rubbed his nose against yours.
You simply nodded again, entranced by his intense affection. With his index finger he lightly traced the patterns in the lace that covered your breasts and stomach.
“You look so sexy in this, darling,” he told you sweetly. “But I haven’t seen you naked in months.”
Hooking his fingers under the straps, he began pulling your lingerie off of you while you wiggled out of it. After discarding it on the floor, he knelt on the bed in front of you, taking in the sight before him. He licked his lips as you parted your legs. Then he leaned down and captured your lips in another passionate kiss, his hand finding your breast and kneading it tenderly, occasionally brushing his thumb over your nipple.
Eventually his lips left yours to place a kiss to the corner of your jaw, and then another one just behind your ear. A soft sigh escaped your lungs as you brought your hand up to gently caress the nape of his neck.
His kisses continued downward, leaving a trail of tingling electricity in their wake: your neck, your collar bone, your chest. When he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples you gasped softly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
As he continued his descent down your body, worshiping every inch of you, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter in anticipation, until you finally felt his soft lips kiss your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief, as if he was putting aloe vera on a sunburn. You had forgotten just how good his mouth felt between your legs. Clearly he felt similarly because he moaned in unison with you when he licked up the length of your slit.
“Fuck, I missed the way you taste,” he mused, his breath fanning your soaked cunt before he continued exploring it with his tongue. He lapped at your inner walls while his nose gently nudged your clit, driving you wild in the process.
With both hands in his hair, you tugged on his locks. “Please, baby,” you begged. You didn’t have to say any more than that. He knew what you wanted. He dragged his tongue up to your clit and slowly drew circles around it as he inserted one, and then two fingers into your channel, causing you to arch your back and moan. Then he wrapped his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked while his fingers curled inside of you, and that’s when you came tumbling over the edge. “Oh yes! Don’t stop! Fuck!”
He continued his actions until he felt you begin to relax, at which point he removed his mouth and fingers from your throbbing cunt and crawled back up to you, smiling down at you with his lips and chin glistening from your arousal.
“How was that?” he asked, looking down at you earnestly as he stroked your hair. “Any pain?”
“None whatsoever,” you replied, smiling up at him. “It felt so fucking good.”
A huge smile spread across his face. “Good,” he said as he leaned down to kiss you softly.
As you kissed him back, you reached down between your bodies and wrapped your hand around his thick shaft, giving it a couple of pumps before gliding the tip through your slick folds. He let out little whimpers and huffs against your lips until finally he pulled away to look at you.
“Are you sure you’re ready, sweetheart?” he asked softly, concern in his voice.
“Yes,” you whined, bucking your hips. “I need you inside me so bad!”
He rested his forehead against yours, looking intensely into your eyes. “Tell me if anything feels even the slightest bit uncomfortable, okay?”
You cupped his face in your hands. “I’ll be fine, baby. I promise.”
He rolled his hips slowly, gently pushing his length inside you until he was completely engulfed in you. You both groaned at the wonderful feeling. Then he stilled there for a moment and began giving you the softest little kisses. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “So much.” More kisses. “More than I can possibly express.”
“I love you too,” you replied softly, grinning widely against his lips while they caressed yours over and over in kisses sweeter than honey.
You slowly began to move your hips, signaling to him you were ready for him to move, and he did just that. Slowly, he pulled back, and then carefully pushed forward again. You thought it was so sweet how gentle he was being with you. He repeated this over and over, all the while his lips lingered longer and longer on yours. A mix between a sigh and a moan escaped from your lungs and tangled with his own soft groans of pleasure as you were finally able to feel him move inside you again. You both kept that sensually slow pace for a while, reveling in the intense love coursing between your connected bodies, and then the tempo began to gradually increase. His breathing became more labored and his kisses sloppier. He moved his mouth to your neck, sucking almost desperately as he began to thrust into you. A breathy whimper escaped you with each snap of his hips, and you could feel the tension building in you, ready to release at any moment.
“Tom,” you moaned, bucking your hips up to meet his at an even faster pace.
“Y/n,” he breathed needily in your ear.
You raked your nails across his back. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Please, come with me!”
With a grunt, he lifted his head to look at you as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. You met his gaze as you felt a warmth spread through your entire body once again. You felt your muscles tense and the coil in your belly tighten until it suddenly snapped. Your cunt clenched and fluttered around his cock in what you were certain was the most intense orgasm of your life, but you kept your eyes on him as you watched him come undone at the same time. You cried out each other's names while you rode out your collective high.
When you began to come down, you smiled brightly up at Tom, who beamed back at you, and you felt your eyes well up with tears. They fell down across your temples, through your hair, and onto the pillow. You knew this might have concerned Tom, had he not had tears in his own eyes as well, which fell onto your cheeks as he placed another deep kiss to your lips.
When your lips finally parted, he rolled onto his back, bringing you with him so that you were laying on top of him. You rested your chin on his chest as you gazed lovingly at each other and he gently stroked your hair. Neither of you said anything for a long while, until Tom spoke seemingly out of nowhere.
“Marry me,” he said, barely above a whisper.
It took a moment to process what he had said. You searched his face for any sign that he was joking. When you found none, you thought perhaps you heard him wrong. “What?”
“Marry me,” he repeated with a soft smile.
You smiled broadly and chuckled. “You’re mad,” you replied casually, though surely he could feel your heart beating fast against his stomach.
“I might be,” he replied, his smile never faltering. “Does that mean your answer is ‘no?’”
“I don’t remember hearing a question,” you retorted as you moved to lay on your side next to him, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking down at him.
He chuckled, tracing your curves with the tips of his fingers. “Are linguistics your only concern here?”
You cupped his face in your hand as your expression turned earnest. “I’m just worried you haven’t thought this through, that maybe you’re just caught up in the moment.”
Tom bit back a smile, as if thinking of some private joke only he was in on.
“What?” you asked with a giggle.
“Close your eyes.”
You gave him a questioning look, but did as he said anyway. As soon as your eyes were closed, you felt the bed shift, and then heard the sound of his bedside table drawer open and shut. The bed shifted again as Tom laid back down next to you.
“Open,” he said.
You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was Tom smiling back at you. He was lying on his side facing you, propped up on his elbow just as you were. The second thing you saw was the small black velvet box he was holding up in front of you. You looked at him wide-eyed.
“I bought this the day after we got back together,” he explained a bit sheepishly, looking down at the box. Then he looked back up at you. “So no, I’m not just caught up in the moment, but looking at you lying in my arms, looking more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen, I realised that I couldn’t wait any longer; I had to ask you now. But if this is too fast, I am more than willing to wait until you’re ready.”
“You still haven’t asked me anything yet,” you teased him, giggling through the tears in your eyes.
He laughed and shook his head at your adorable stubbornness that he loved so much. “Y/n,” he began affectionately. “I am more in love with you than I ever thought possible, and I couldn’t imagine my life without you. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?” As he asked you this, he opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen.
For a moment you were speechless. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you grinned like an idiot until you remembered how to breathe. “Yes,” you choked out.
Tom looked at you in awe. “Really?”
This made you laugh. “Of course, you silly sod!”
You kissed him hard on the lips, throwing yourself on top of him and knocking the ring, which was still in the box, out of his hand in the process.
“Darling,” Tom mumbled against your lips after a few moments of shameless snogging. You pulled away only slightly to look at him. “I can return the ring if you don’t like it.”
“Oh shit!” You quickly scrambled off of your new fiancé and looked frantically around for the little black box. As soon as you found it, you took the ring out and admired it fondly. “Sorry, baby, I got so excited! I really do love it though.” You were sitting on your knees facing away from Tom, and about to put the ring on, when you felt his chest press against your back
“May I?” he asked softly in your ear. He took the ring from your grasp and delicately slipped it onto your left ring finger before wrapping both arms snug around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Chelsea and Emma are going to freak out,” you thought out loud with a giggle. “Whether it will be in a good way or a bad way, I’m not sure.”
Tom chuckled in your ear. “Emma actually helped me pick out the ring.”
You turned your head to look at him. “She knew you were going to propose??”
“And I’m willing to wager she told Chelsea too.”
“Those sneaky bitches!” You exclaimed jokingly.
“It turns out they can keep a secret after all.”
He placed a light kiss to your shoulder and then he tickled your sides, causing you to squeal and giggle while you tried to squirm out of his grasp. Your reaction only spurred him on however, so he continued tickling you.
“Thomas William!” You attempted to scold him through your laughter. “Cut it out!”
Eventually you were able to wiggle yourself free, crawling towards your pillow in an attempt to escape, but Tom quickly pinned you down and resumed tickling you while he laughed into the crook of your neck.
You shrieked and giggled until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay! Okay! Jötunheim!”
He stopped and lifted his head, looking at you amused. “Did you just use our old safe word?” he asked with a chuckle.
You smirked and giggled. “Maybe… it worked, didn’t it?”
He laughed and released your hands from his grasp. “Touché, my darling,” he conceded as he moved to lay on his side.
You turned to face him, tangling your legs with his and laying your head on the same pillow, your nose almost touching his.
“Do you remember what we originally used that word for?” Tom asked as he began running his fingertips up and down your arm.
“Of course I do,” you replied with a chuckle. “We tried so hard just to be friends.”
A smirk spread across his face. “Well, you did at least.”
You gasped and swatted him playfully on the chest. “You didn’t try at all?”
“I tried a little!” he said in defense. “But what was I meant to do? I was madly in love with you!”
“You were not,” you argued, rolling your eyes despite the huge smile on your face.
“Oh believe me, I was. Excruciatingly so.” Tom inched his face closer to yours, lowering his voice as if he was telling you a secret. “From the moment I met you, I was done for.”
You giggled at his dramaticism. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”
“At the time, it was,” he said matter-of-factly. “I was doomed to love a woman who couldn’t love me back.” There wasn’t a hint of sadness or pain in his voice, but a pang of guilt resonated in your chest all the same, causing your smile to fade. Noticing this, he brought his hand up to gently caress your face, lightly stroking his thumb back and forth across your cheek. “Little did I know,” he continued, “that I would one day convince that very same woman to agree to be my wife.”
Your smile returned, a warm glow replacing the pain in your chest. “You didn’t ‘convince’ me of anything.” You softly rubbed the tip of your nose against his. “I promise you, Tommy. I am yours. I’ve been yours. Even when we were apart, I was yours, and I’ll be yours for the rest of our lives.”
Tom looked deep into your eyes, his lips just barely touching yours. “And I’m yours. No matter what. Forever and always.”
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°☆• LOKI •☆°
(Includes everything Loki. Blurbs, drabbles oneshots, series and the Ice Flower AU, except the Baby Fever AU.)
@lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @lokisgoodgirl @eleniblue @muddyorbsblr @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @lokisninerealms @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @theaudacitytowrite @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @kimanne723 @linaax @coldnique @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002 @aagn360 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @kikster606 @somewiseguy @huntress-artemiss @lunarnights95 @fire-treasure-iii @zippythewondersquirrel @alexakeyloveloki @goblinsgirlsarah @lokiforever @bunny24sstuff @anukulee @valencia-rou @itsybitchylittlewitchy @meowmeow-motherfucker @chokeanddagger @smolvenger
(Gonna reblog this post and tag everybody else there, 'cause Tumblr doesn't allow me more than 50 tags. 😑)
#updating my taglists#loki x reader#loki laufeyson#loki x female reader#loki x you#loki#tom hiddleston x reader#loki fanfiction#loki fluff#loki x y/n#loki laufeyson x reader#tom hiddleston x you#daryl dixon fan fiction#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon x you#daryl dixon x female reader#daryl dixon x y/n#the walking dead daryl dixon#the walking dead#the baby fever au#ice flower au
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