#I’m finally going to meet Tom Hiddleston

[ghoulaxyart]

I must be back on my feet and somewhat functional by the end of the month. February is very important you see

#this February feels crafted for me #for many reasons #persona 3 reload is coming out #it’s my birth month #katsucon is happening #I’m reuniting with my sister after many years apart #Lisa Frankenstein is coming out #and.. #annnnd…. #I’m finally going to meet Tom Hiddleston

[wandafiction]

She's My Wife - Part 2

Warnings: None, fluff, hints of homophobia (but very very small)

You and Scarlett walk hand in hand into the restaurant, both of your eyes scanning the room for the people you are meant to be meeting. A small clearing of the throat causes you to look at the waiter who has come over to assist.

"Good evening. Table for 2?" He looks down at the bookings in the large diary, trying to find a booking before you have even confirmed it. 

"Uh, no. We are here for our friends. Under the name Downey." The waiter's eyes flick up to look you up and down a single raised eyebrow, before finally landing on your beautiful girlfriend and his demeanour changes. 

"Right, right. Of course." He stands up brushing his hands over his uniform to tidy it up, holding two menus under his arm the other outstretched to show you where you should start walking. "Sorry Miss Johansson I didn't recognise you, my apologies for causing inconvenience."

"It's Mrs." You smirk holding in a laugh as Scarlett wraps her arm around yours pulling you closer together as you walk, her other hand moving to rest on your forearm.

"Oh I didn't know you had gotten married. Well congratulations." The waiter hasn't looked back since he started leading you through the maze of tables and towards some stairs; you assume that a private room has been booked for the meal. "Is your husband away somewhere?" 

"Sorry?" Scarlett raises her brows, her voice going higher in pitch in disbelief and you let out a small chuckle. 

"Well I'm assuming your husband is away since you're here with…" he looks over his shoulder his eyes travelling up and down your body but you watch as his brows scrunch when he sees your joined arms. "Friend?"

"Firstly, that is none of your business you are simply showing us to our table. Secondly, I didn't bring my husband because I brought my wife. Thirdly, you need to learn to hide what you're thinking better. Your face gives everything away." Scarlett spits at the waiter who simply mumbles an apology and is quick to show you to the private room that Robert has booked.

“Y/n.” You smile widely as you hear the very recognizable squeal of your sister as she gets up from her chair and runs and jumps into your arms, which easily wrap around her body keeping her up. 

“Well hello to you, lizard.” You giggle as Lizzie gently smacks your arm wiggling in your hold silently asking to be put down. “You are such a child.” 

“Hey.” Lizzie whines jutting out her bottom lip in a pout. “You’re younger than me.”

“Yet you are the one who runs and jumps into my hold like a koala.” Lizze whines more, forcing herself to pout more as she crosses her arms over her chest acting - well - like a complete child. 

“I thought you liked my hugs.” Her act is good, but you see the small smile pulling at the corner of her lips and you step forward bringing her into another hug; her arms instantly wrapping around you.

“I do, they are my favourite.” It’s only now, by the clearing of someone's throat, that you remember you are in a room full of people. Some who you have met before, because they called the police on you, others are looking between you, Lizzie and Scarlet in utter confusion. 

“Hello, I don’t think we have been introduced.” Lizzie scrunches her brow at the sound of the smooth British accent, her head turning to look at the man you know to be Tom Hiddleston and you unwrap one arm from Lizzie holding out to him.

“Hi, I’m Y/n it's nice to meet you.” He puts on his best smile, taking your hand lifting it to his lips and kissing the back of it.

“The pleasure is all mine darling.” He lowers your hand letting it go and you instantly bring it to Scarlett’s back gently rubbing up and down, not at all surprised when you feel wrap her arm possessively around your waist; rolling your eyes when you hear Lizzie giggle.

“As much as I love the cuddle fest going on, would you like to introduce us to your friend Scarlett.” Scarlett’s hand on your hip gives a gentle squeeze and Lizzie finally unwraps her hold around you, placing a small kiss on your cheek before heading back to her seat next to Robbie, you and your wife now looking at Chris who has a knowing smirk on his lips as his eyes look at Scarlet’s hand. 

“Everyone this is Y/n. My wife.” She says with the widest smile, her eyes shining as she looks up at you with nothing but pure adoration and your stomach fills with butterflies at the sight and the word wife. Even after 2 years it still melts your insides to hear her call you it.

“Wife?!” A chorus of voices and questions can be heard as you shake your head leaning down to give Scarlett a soft kiss.

“Here we go again.” You mumble against her lips, slowly pulling away as you look to the table of marvel people - who are all looking between you and Scarlett with wide eyes.

“Haha! I knew this piece of information. I am better than you all!” Robert says with a smug smile as takes a sip of his wine before looking at you. “It is lovely to see you again Y/n and under better circumstances this time.”

“It certainly is Robert.” You tip your imaginary hat at the man who raises his glass in reply to your gesture. 

“Hey I knew too!” Chris protests throwing his napkin at Robert who chucks it back at him, so Chris throws one of the breadsticks from the table instead which hits Robert's forehead and breaks. “Ha! Take that bitch.”

“That’s gotta be foul play?” Robert asks the table.

“Nope, I’m the judge on this one and I say Chris gets the point.” Sebastian takes a seat opposite to Chris, next to the other Tom, giving him a small fist bump.

“See I win.” 

“Hey, now don’t make the sore loser feel any worse.” Seb lightly scolds. 

“Scarlett, we left you guys a seat. Come sit.” Chris throws his napkin at Seb’s head as he gets up from his seat walking around to where Lizzie is sitting, next to Robbie, pulling out the two free chairs and gestures for you two to sit. 

“Thank you Chris.” Scarlett smiles up at the man as you help her out of her coat, placing it on the back of her chair and once she is sat you tuck her chair in for her sitting herself next to Tom Hiddleston. 

“I just want to apologise for how I was the first time we met. I was just in shock. You make her happy.” Chris whispers to you as he pulls you into a small hug before ushering you to sit down between Scarlett and Lizzie and he pushes your chair in for you. 

“Okay, so Chris, Robert and Lizzie know who you are. Why don’t we? Scarlett, why did we not know you were married? And Robert, why didn’t you tell me?” You chuckle as you watch Gwyneth hit Roberts shoulder with a false look of betrayal painted on her face.

“Yeah honey, why didn’t you tell me work wife? Let alone your real wife.” You look at Scarlett as you hear her laughing, covering her mouth with her hand and trying to cover it up as a cough, as Susan joins in by hitting Robert’s shoulder.

“Hey, ladies hey! Ow. Ouch.” Robert shifts left to right in his seat as the two women repeatedly hit him a few times all of them laughing before Robert quickly leans forward grabbing some of the breadsticks from the table and hitting the two of them with it which makes both the women’s jaw drop and stop what they are doing.

“Did you just attack us with breadsticks?” Susan asks and Robert smiles with a grimace.

“You hit me first!” He defends but it just earns another smack from Susan.

“And you lied to us. It was warranted.” Everyone at the table laughs as Robert looks to them to help defend him.

“She’s right, you earned it.” Paul states simply earning a middle finger from Robert.

“He is right, you lied, even if you simply didn’t tell her something. Women know everything, and if they don’t they will find out one way or another. So simple fact is if you know something, especially drama. Tell her..” Robbie laughs relaxing in his chair hiding his smirk behind his bottle of beer and you see Lizzie squint her eyes at him for a moment before humming with a short nod looking over to paul.

“I think that's him trying to convince himself to tell me something but he is right Robert, we know everything.” 

“Well they didn’t know about Scarlett and Y/n.” He replies with a chuckle.

“Because you didn’t tell us.” Both Susan and Gwyneth say at the same time hitting him one more time.

“OW!”

“Hey, I’m the other Tom. It is really nice to meet you. I would say Scarlett has told us a lot about you, but you are like a little secret which is kind of cool because that's what me and Z are trying to do. Sorry Z is my girlfriend, it's short for Zendaya, but she couldn’t make it tonight. So tell us about yourself.” I chuckle at Tom who is sitting next to Gwyneth; opposite Lizzie.

“And breathe child.” Seb inhales and exhales slowly as the rest of the cast giggle as Tom goes bright red.

“Hey, leave the kid alone. He is just excited to meet someone his age.” Your jaw drops as you look at Chris who shrugs. “What? It's true.”

“Wait your 25?!” Tom asks with a wide smile. “Woah Scarlett you're like a sugar mama.”

“Woah, hey, no. If anything, I'm the sugar mama in this relationship. Thank you very much.” 

“Really?” His brows raise in surprise and you shake your head laughing.

“No. Not really. I don’t earn nearly anywhere near what you guys do, but that’s not what's important.”

“I like that, so. What do you do for a job?” Tom shuffles forward in his seat taking a sip from his beer.

“Well…” Just before you can tell them your life story starts, the door to the room enters and a different, young, waiter enters the room, a wide smile on his face as he taps the end of his pan on his notepad.

“Good evening to the best people I have ever met, and the people who I think play the avengers.” He stands at the head of the table opening up his notepad and clicking his pen open. “So I’m Zak and I'm gonna be here all night making sure y’all are fed, watered and entertained. So first with the children, I see you two have adult menus. Are you sure you don’t want a child’s menu?”

“Hey! I’m 25, and so is she.” Tom points to me and I scoff with a smile, hitting his hand away from me.

“Okay so two children, got it. So y’all okay with having a big meal now?” He smiles cheekily between me and Tom, clicking his pen a few times. 

“See this guy gets it!” Mackie appears from what you assume is the bathroom taking his place at the head of the table, high fiving Chris and Seb as they both laugh at you and Tom. 

“Yeah, they will have dino nuggies, fries with some peas. And do you guys want juice or water?” Seb leans forward to ask you two.

“But I don't like peas.” You pout crossing your arms, giving in and acting like a child.

“Oh but the dino nuggies get a yes?” Chris raises his brows laughing as you give him the middle finger sticking your tongue out at him.

“I’m the same, no peas, and I would prefer a soda please uncles.” Tom smiles childishly as he clasps his hands together batting his eyelashes at Mackie, Seb and Chris.

“Darn get the kids whatever they want. I feel like spoiling them tonight.” You and Tom high five as Mackie gives in, earning a gentle shove to his shoulders from the other two. 

“So do y’all two actually want dino nuggets and fries. No peas and soda?” Zak raises his brows, clicking his pen a few times holding it up to his notepad.

“Yes please!” You and Tom say at the same time with wide smiles and nodding your heads enthusiastically.

“Well, I will put a word in with the chef and make it an adult meal. So lots of dino nuggies and lots of fries.” You and Tom nod as Zak writes it down with a chuckle and shaking his head with a smile.

“Really?” You and Tom look at Seb simply nodding with matching smiles.

“Literal children.” Chris mumbles with a chuckle.

“So what can I get for the rest of y’all?” Zak looks to the rest of the group.

It takes a while to get around the table, you are still skimming the drink menu, wanting alcohol as well as a soda, as Zak gets around to Lizzie and Robbie. You turn your head to look and Scarlett and she is already looking at you with a fuzzy smile and you easily match it. You lean across to be able to whisper in her ear. 

“So I’m pretty sure when you only drink water or soda someone might question it since you love your alcohol. So what do you want to do?” Scarlett hums her hand holding yours and bringing it into her lap as her finger runs along your wedding band.

“I think we just see how it goes. If someone questions it then I don’t want to hide it. But if it doesn’t get brought up we can tell them at the end of the night.” You nod in agreement, a kiss on her cheek sealing the deal silently before a tap on your shoulder brings you back to the real world.

“Sorry.” You look to Lizzie who just points at Zak and you give him an apologetic smile but he just waves you off.

“So what can I get the lovely Mrs Johanssons, no offence to anyone but Black Widow is my favourite and Y/n seems cool.”

“Seems cool? Dude, come on, you love me.” You hold out your arms and Zak shakes his head finally giving in and moving to hug you before moving to hug Scarlett and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Lovely to see you two ladies again. Can’t believe it's been, what, like, 5 years now?” Scarlett moves her hand to brush through Zak’s hair neatening it out from the hug with a nod. 

“Yeah, five years roughly.” Scarlett replies before the three of you look around the table to see everyone with questioning looks waiting for a quick answer. “We came here on our first date and Zak was our waiter. Well is our waiter, everytime we come here he serves us. Which reminds me, Zak, who's the new guy?”

“Oh you mean the guy who looks like the Captain America wannabe, but all he can really do is eat protein powder, go to the gym and think he is cool. I am a big dumb dumb named Chad, I have muscles, everyone loves me.” Zak says in a caveman-like voice making everyone around the table laugh.

“That’s the one. You can add homophobic to the list of things, alongside, obnoxious stereotypical white boy.” I deadpan and Zak snorts out a laugh as I see the rest of the cast with their jaws dropped. “Sorry, I mean. Wow what a lovely young man. He is going to go so far in life.”

“Girl, I know!” Zak places his hand on my shoulder laughing “Now are you just gonna get your usual Scarlett.”

“Yes please, but I will take water please.” Scarlett hands our menus to Zak, his eyes flickering between the two of us before smiling with a nod.

“Of course. The drinks should be up shortly. If you need anything don’t be scared to come and grab me or there is a small pager thing here if you don’t want to leave the room.” He hands me an object that looks more like a bell, pressing it and a small pager on Zak’s apron goes off.

“See easy.” As Zak goes to leave I press the button the noise of the pager makes him jump, he doesn’t even turn around but as he walks out he sticks his middle finger up and sticks it through the gap in the door before quickly retracting it and disappearing.

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“Wait, you didn’t tell me you got a promotion.” Scarlett hits your arm and you laugh rubbing your arm.

“Ooooow.” You get hit from behind and turn around to glare at Lizzie who just shrugs.

“What did we tell Robert earlier?” Robbie says smugly and you roll your eyes, but chuckle when you hear Lizzie’s hand make contact with his arm.

“Ow.” He mumbles under his breath earning him another slap and you can only think it was inappropriate.

“Well I had other things on my mind.” You shrug, subtly sliding your hand under Scarlett’s shirt, your hand on her abdomen, your thumb rubbing small circles. “It just didn’t seem important. I mean so I got a new title and am getting a bit more money. No biggie, just how jobs work.”

“But it is a big deal. You got promoted.” Gwyneth points out taking a bite of her food.

“I get a promotion every year, nothing new.” You shrug, taking a sip from your drink and filling Scarlett’s water back up with the jug left on the table. 

“Wait, you ‘ve been promoted every year? Baby what do you do now? I thought you worked in the IT department, but more for building the company than fixing computers. That was 4 years ago.” Scarlett turns in her chair and you smile shyly, taking a big gulp of liquid courage and looking around the room to see all eyes on you.

“Uhm, well, so you know how I was working on the whole data analysis and IT infrastructure of the company with the CTO?” 

“Yeah, but you said there was a team of you.” Scarlett eyes you suspiciously as you give her a shy smile.

“Well it was a lie. There was no team. It was just me and the CTO, that’s also why I went to England. I needed to talk to some investors and get them on board with possible changes.”

“Okay.” She drags out sitting up more tapping her fingers on her glass raising her brow at you and you see everyone turn to start their own conversations but catch them glancing back at you every now and again. 

“Well the CTO was preparing me. He was retiring, is retiring.” 

“So what does that mean for you?” You let out a small sigh, rubbing your brows, taking another gulp of your drink.

“Well I’m now the CTO.” Scarlett’s eyes go wide, her mouth opening and closing before her hand moves to rest on yours that's stilled on her abdomen.

“And what does that mean for us?” You bring your free hand up to cup her cheek kissing the tip of her nose.

“Well when I was being asked to take the promotion I made sure of one thing.”

“And what was that?”

“I can work from home 3 or 4 days a week, I can go remote.” Scarlett smiles widely.

“I see.” Scarlett hums and you curl your brow in question and she stands up, a little shakily and you put your arm out to steady her and she brushes it off as she leans on the table. “Just got up too quickly, I'm good.”

You nod, not believing her as she gets up slower than anything and your brows scrunch when she rubs her finger against her temple shaking her head a little closing her eyes for a second. She plasters on a smile as she opens her eyes, clearing her throat which manages to gain everyone’s attention and she lifts her glass of water off the table. 

“Everyone. Even though this is a small cast gathering since everyone else is off doing their respective projects. But we will be seeing everyone next month for a marvel reunion. Anyway, not why I wanted your attention though. So because my adoring wife is stubborn and doesn’t tell me things I have only just learned this information myself. So can we all raise a glass to my wife. For her promotion from tech wizz to CTO.” Everyone stands raising their glasses with a cheer and you slouch in your chair covering your face with your hands to hide your embarrassment. 

“Congratulations!” They all cheer and you squeal as you are pulled out of your chair by a pair of muscled arms, and you squirm to get away as you hear Chris shouting for everyone to join.

Of course they do. You get squished in the middle of the group hug as everyone continues to give their congratulations before Scarlett starts to bat them away telling them not to kill you. When Chris finally lets go of you ruffling your hair, earning him a smack on the arm from you, Scarlett wraps her arms around your neck pulling you into a loving hug as she hides her face into your neck. Your arms wrap around her waist and you place a few gentle kisses on her temple, ever so slightly swaying the both of you side to side ignoring the eyes you can feel on you as you smile when you feel Scarlett kiss your neck a few times. 

“Okay enough of the PDA for today.” Mackie and Seb pull you apart before wrapping their arms around your shoulders, one standing either side of you, and hitting your chest with the other.

“What is it with people hitting me today?” You question as you hit them back and gently shove them off you one at a time.

“And me!” Robert gestures to himself. “It’s not fair. We are being bullied.”

“We are. So rude.” You scoff as Mackie grabs a breadstick from the table, standing between you and Scarlett before holding it up in front of you, You eyes squinting and watching him carefully as you see Seb go and sit back down.

“I don’t have a cupcake but I have a breadstick. Here have a breadstick.” He offers it to you and you raise your brows smacking it out of his hand keeping eye contact with him as it flies from his fingers. 

“Hey!” You both turn to look at little Tom who is holding up his glass with the breadstick in it. “My drink.”

“Oh no, the poor childs drink.” You roll your eyes shoving mackie away with a laugh as he holds up his hand and goes back to his seat.You turn to look at Scarlett, who is still on her feet, and she has her hand on the back of her chair shaking her head lightly. 

“Are you okay darling?” You smile softly as Tom, the other older Tom stands from his chair placing his hand on the small of Scarlett’s back, his other hand grabbing her glass of water for her. The rest of the cast take a quick glance but not wanting to intrude go back to their own conversations. 

You grab her hands as she squeezes her eyes shut again, as she stumbles a little and Tom's hand stays on her sides to stop her movements as yours go to her waist, your brows scrunching with concern. Lizzie and Robbie are also on their feet, Lizzie by Scarlett’s side, her hands brushing some of Scarlett’s hair out of her face. You watch as Robbie grabs a few napkins from the table, dipping them in the jug of water and gently dabbing them over Scarlett’s forehead and neck as you finally take in her flushed skin with a small layer of sweat. 

“Are you okay my love?” Your hands move to cup her cheeks as her eyes flutter open giving you a small nod and smile. 

“Just light headed. Baby.” You get her subtle hint placing your hand on her abdomen, your hand rubbing gentle circles making it look as if you are just helping soothe her and not helping put her mind at ease. 

“Okay?” She knows you're asking if she has any pain or anything as you rub your hands along her abdomen and she shakes her head letting out a relieved sigh.

“No, all good.” 

“You sure?” Tom keeps his hands on Scarlett's sides as he leans around to look at her and she places her hand on his with a smile. 

“I’m good. Just need to sit down.” Scarlett, with the help of you, Lizzie and Tom, slowly sits back down in her seat taking her drink as she looks to the three of you. “Overkill much?”

“We just want to make sure you’re both okay.” You say not even thinking about it, Scarlett not noticing either.

“Both of you?” Lizzie’s voice is quiet and you and Scarlett quickly look at her as her brows scrunch and she looks up at Scarlett with tears in her eyes. “Both of you?” 

“Oh, uh, uhm. Yeah. Both of us.” Scarlett whispers her hand moving to her abdomen, yours never having stopped rubbing circles on it.

“Woah.” Lizzie uses the back of her hand to wipe away a few tears as she looks at Robbie. “Did you hear that babe?”

“I did. Congratulations, you two.” Robbie stands back up, rubbing his hand up and down Lizzie's back and you smile when Tom pecks Scarlett’s temple. 

“Congratulations darlings.” Tom squeezes Scarlett's shoulders before sitting back down in his seat.

“I’m going to be an aunt.” Lizzie’s voice wavers slightly as she takes it all in.

“How does god parents sound?” Lizzie and Robbie turn to look at you, Robbie now with his own tears. 

“You want me to be the godfather?”

“Of course we do.” You smile when you see him shed a tear, his hand resting on Lizzie’s shoulder as her hand moves to hold his.

“Hey what’s going on here?” Robert leans across the table and the rest of the cast turn their full attention to you.

“Well we have some news.” Scarlett turns to look at the rest of the cast as Lizzie and Robbie stand up either side of you as your hands rest on Scarlett’s shoulders. “We’re gonna have a baby.” 

“Oh my god!” Gwyneth stands from her seat as the others take in the news, by the time it registers with the others she is around your side of the table hugging you both. “This is amazing!”

“Congratulations you two.” Robert tips his imaginary hat towards you and you grab your glass and lift it up in reply, like he had done earlier.

“What’s happening? I can’t hear a thing down this end of the table.” You all laugh looking down at Mackie who is currently being bullied by the other two boys as they throw napkins and breadsticks at him. 

“They’re having a baby.” The whole table shouts and Mackie stands up so quickly his chair falls to the floor with a crash, Seb and Chris with open mouths stare at the two of you.

“Holy shit!” 

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#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x y/n

[1slightly-mad1]

This is gonna be a long one so bear with me…

Emerging once again with some more fun stuff! I attended Megacon this past weekend on Saturday and Sunday and did some pretty awesome stuff. First off I met Daniel Logan (played Boba Fett in Attack of the Clones) and he was such a sweetheart to me! I started it off by telling him I apologized in advance for how awkward I am and he said, “That’s okay! I’m awkward too! Just in an extroverted way!” He didn’t even stay behind his table he came around to stand next to me and talk and ended it by saying, “Come here, give me a hug.” And gave me the nicest hug (I always want to hug celebrities I meet but always freeze up and forget to so it was really nice of him to offer it).

Then I went over to his space dad, Temuera Morrison! The line was super long but I had my Lula plush and headphones to get me through it. Unfortunately they had to hurry things along because he had to get to his panel (which worked for me because I wanted to see the panel too) but I did manage to tell him that I think his portrayal of Boba Fett is the coolest, to which he said, “Thank you so much, but really, look at you! You’re much cooler!” And gave me a fist bump (I was wearing a Boba Fett shirt, Boba Fett jacket, Boba Fett backpack, and had Bad Batch pins on my jacket).

Then I went to the panel and met up with my friend to go meet Dee Bradley Baker afterward and we got super lucky because he was on a break so there was a very very short line to see him. We both walked up together and got Bad Batch prints and he used his Tech voice when signing mine and Wrecker voice when signing theirs. I then really wanted to tell him how much all of the Bad Batch mean to me because I’m an odd one out, but the one I really feel connected with it Tech. I told him how much the moment in Season 2 Epsiode 9 between Tech and Omega meant to me and how it made me feel seen and while explaining to him he continued using his Tech voice and then told me, “You’re not alone out there.” And that pretty much wrapped up Saturday.

Starting Sunday off early of me practically running to catch the Clone Wars panel (and accidentally making my friend think it was a different panel that they really wanted to see) and we got a free print! (I’ll show off my haul in a different post) During the panel, Dee Bradley Baker was asked who his personal favorite clone is and he talked about how much he likes the Bad Batch because they’re the odd ones out, much like him. Then someone asked the cast what their favorite mental health moment in Star Wars is and Dee Bradley Baker brought up the exact moment I told him about the previous day and talked about how he’s had people come up to him to tell him that that moment made them felt seen (I have a video of it that I’ll post as well). Once he started talking about it I was tearing up something awful (which was bad because I had done my makeup up a bit more than usual). The whole panel was so happy and meaningful, I think several tears were shed among the audience at some points. However, the main event of the day was yet to come.

I was going to meet the man who started this all, who started my social media presence in Tumblr and opened up a whole new experience for me. I, after 12 years of being a huge fan, was going to meet Tom Hiddleston. Unfortunately, the people in charge of keeping his autographs and photo ops coordinated gave me severe run arounds. I was told several different things, so luckily I covered my bases on all ends to finally make sure that I was going to the right spot at the right time. He had a panel at the end of the day right before the last batch of autographs (which I was part of) and my friend had a ticket to it (it was prepaid and I didn’t want to spend a fuck ton more) so we both went over to the area of the panel and autograph together at 3:00 PM. My ticket for the autograph was 5:45. After some extra run arounds I finally figured out where I was supposed to be and met someone who talked with me the whole time we were in waiting. For the general admission line, I was second in line.

Then comes time for the panel to start, and it gets delayed by an hour and 20 minutes (because Megacon couldn’t coordinate things properly, surprise surprise). The panel started 5 minutes after my autograph ticket said that I was meant to be at the autograph room. I was lucky to be sitting with someone who talked with me the whole time because we were both in line for 4 hours. 7:00 PM rolls around and we’re finally getting ready to go into the room, and I already know that they’re going to keep everyone’s interaction brief because the rest of the convention closed at 5:00 PM.

As we walked in I could see him and I went dead silent because I’ve never seen him in person before. I brought my Lula plush with me again for Sunday and I don’t think I’ve held onto something tighter in my life. Then I heard him talk and I was absolutely stunned. When I say this man is so soft spoken and just has such a calming energy about him, I mean it. And he’s so pretty in person, I couldn’t believe it. The person I talked with in the line was the first person in line for general admission and was wearing Slytherin robes. She started to cry and was covering half her face with her sleeve and he looked up from the print he was signing for her and said, “I can see you.” In a joking way to make her laugh. Then it was my turn and at this point I probably looked like a scared toddler clutching their plushie against them. I luckily found words and it went something like, “I’ve been a fan of you since I was 12 and I’m 25 now and your work means a lot to me and Loki is my favorite and I think you’re great I’m sorry I’m just super starstruck” (said very quickly with no breaks). I didn’t even say hi, I just started with that. His smile was so sweet and he was so kind even though they had him keep everything brief and before I walked away I told him, “Thank you so much for being here” and he stopped the interaction with the next person in line to smile at me and say, “No, thank you for being here.” I was barely holding it together now and I walked out of the room like everything was fine.

Then my friends and I stopped outside of the room to talk and dry off my autograph and they were telling me how good I did. Well, I wasn’t speaking much and my hand was trembling. My close friend immediately noticed what was about to happen and hugged me, and I hugged them back and that’s when the tears began. I apologize if this part is a little dark for some, but this is what was going through my mind as my friend hugged me. The moment I started crying, I had my eyes closed and I imagined telling younger me, “We did it, we made it.” I had some really down and dark moments in my past between 2012 and now. I’m much better than I have been, but it hit me that I lasted long enough to see the day that I met the man who basically helped me get through some of my dark moments. Tom was such a sweetheart, and super fucking tall might I say. He was sitting down and we were at eye level with each other.

Thus the Megacon weekend concluded, and I do have to say that the coordination of things was… Not great. The celebrities there were absolute sweethearts to everyone, but some of the staff were very rude, some were giving people run arounds, and some were just straight up unhelpful. There were only a handful of staff that actually helped us out and were nice enough to not give an attitude about our questions. I knew that going Saturday and Sunday would be pretty packed, and luckily it wasn’t like last years Megacon event where we literally couldn’t move if we were in the Artist Alley. Outside of the celebrities there and panels that they had, the experience really wasn’t the greatest. This portion is basically just a warning to people, if you go to Megacon Orlando you’re likely not going to have the absolute best experience (unless you pay a fuck ton of money for VIP). Overall, it was a good and bad experience, I’m just happy that I met the people I wanted to meet. If you made it this far, thank you for reading. Until next time.

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Potential spoilers below the cut, but a super interesting article.

Some non-spoiler pull quotes:

Tom is my producing partner in a true sense. Before we had any writers or directors, it was Tom and I for months building this story out. We had a 30-page document that was like, This is what the show is: TVA, He Who Remains — even Victor Timely was in that first document years ago. And it’s just carried through. -- This is maybe — not maybe — this is the first Marvel series to never have any additional photography. The story that is on screen is the story we set out to make. -- We were casting, and “Everything Everywhere All at Once” was playing in L.A. and in New York, but it hadn’t gone nationwide yet. I think it was going the very next week. We had gotten a call from our casting director who said, “Hey, I’m about to put together a list for OB — just initial thoughts. But before I do that, I really think you guys should meet Ke, and I think it should be Ke. I think you guys should meet with him quick, because probably by Monday, he’s going to have a lot of offers for different things.”

Of the eight live-action TV shows that Marvel Studios has produced for Disney+ to date, only one has concluded with the explicit promise of a second season: That would be “Loki,” the outrageously entertaining series about Tom Hiddleston’s god of mischief and his metaphysical exploits in the Time Variance Authority.

It turns out, those plans were already in the works before a second of “Loki” had ever streamed. As executive producer Kevin Wright explains to Variety, he and Hiddleston began talking about Season 2 of the show while in production on the third episode of Season 1.

“As we were shooting the ‘Lamentis’ episode, Tom and I started having lots of conversations about how this world could build out, how we dive deeper into it,” he says. “A large part of what we wanted to do was not trying to repeat ourselves, and not try to play the hits.” At the same time, he adds, they also wanted to make sure didn’t start Season 2 by “fast-forwarding through the drama” of the Season 1 finale. 

And so much happened in that finale. To recap: Loki and his variant-turned-potential-soulmate Sylvie (Sophia Di Martino) arrive at the end of time, where they meet the creator of the TVA, He Who Remains (Jonathan Majors) — the variant of the supervillain Kang who won a massive multiversal war. To prevent future Kangs from emerging, He Who Remains has used the TVA to maintain a single, sacred timeline — pruning away trillions of potential lives in the process. He gives Sylvie and Loki an impossible choice: Replace him as the head of the TVA, or kill him and bring forth an infinite number of Kangs.

Loki wants the first option; Sylvie wants the second. She wins, kills He Who Remains, and boots Loki back to an alternate version of the TVA, where previous compatriots Mobius (Owen Wilson) and Hunter B-15 (Wunmi Mosaku) don’t remember ever meeting him.

Variety has screened the first four (of six) episodes of “Loki,” and without spoiling anything, Season 2 picks up pretty much exactly where the first season left off — before then charting its own storytelling path. The full cast has returned, including Gugu Mbatha-Raw as former TVA judge Ravonna Renslayer and Eugene Cordero as TVA functionary Casey. And Majors returns as well as He Who Remains, in addition to another Kang variant, a 19th century inventor named Victor Timely. They’re joined by new actors including Kate Dickie (“Game of Thrones”), Rafael Casal (“Blindspotting”) and recent Oscar-winner Ke Huy Quan as TVA technician Ouroboros, aka “OB.”

Behind the scenes, there have been some changes from Season 1. The series’ original director Kate Herron and head writer Michael Waldron both stepped back to focus on other projects. In their places, “Moon Knight’s” Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead have stepped in as lead directors, and Season 1 writer Eric Martin stepped up as head writer for Season 2.

To delve into the second season of “Loki,” Wright talked with Variety about casting Quan just before his performance in the multiverse spectacular “Everything Everywhere All at Once” changed the actor’s life forever; what the future of “Loki” the show and Loki the character might be following Season 2; and how Majors’ arrest in March for assault did (or did not) affect their plans for Season 2.

What were the discussions like about how to approach Season 2?

I think we had to just keep reminding ourselves that the TVA is a great world, let’s live in the drama of what we’re creating there. Which means not fast-forwarding through the drama that they just decided to stop pruning timelines, but also staying in the emotional turmoil that Loki and Sylvie are coming into this season with.

Also, there were certain things in Season 1 that felt like they were maybe a risk, and we didn’t know how the audience would respond. Once we realized that they embraced it, it felt like a lot of freedom to go further.

What did you feel was a risk?

In a very early draft of the script that Michael Waldron had written, that first Time Theater conversation between Mobius and Loki was maybe a couple of pages. And then a lot of other big Marvel-y action things happened afterwards, and we all went, “That’s not the interesting stuff. This Time Theater conversation is interesting. That’s what the show could be.” If we are really diving into the character-driven philosophy and introspection of self, that’s quite different than the last 10 years of Marvel movies. Would the audience follow us along on that? 

Tom Hiddleston famously held seminars on the character of Loki for Season 1. Did he do anything like that for Season 2?

No, because we tried to bring back as much crew as we could from Season 1. It was largely the same team. Obviously, we went from Atlanta to London [for production], but a lot of our department heads carried over, so there was an institutional knowledge that was built in. And Tom is my producing partner in a true sense. Before we had any writers or directors, it was Tom and I for months building this story out. We had a 30-page document that was like, This is what the show is: TVA, He Who Remains — even Victor Timely was in that first document years ago. And it’s just carried through.

So even as Kate Herron kind of handed the reins over at the end of Season 1, there is an institutional knowledge that comes with us being the glue between the seasons.

You mentioned He Who Remains and Victor Timely. You finished shooting Season 2 in 2022, but did Jonathan Majors’ arrest for assault in March resulted in any changes to the show? 

No. This is maybe — not maybe — this is the first Marvel series to never have any additional photography. The story that is on screen is the story we set out to make. We went out there with a very specific idea of what we wanted this to be, and we found a way to tell it in that production period. It’s very much what’s on screen on Disney+.

It’s clear that Majors plays an integral role this season, and you just alluded that Marvel usually does additional photography on all its titles. So was there any discussion about making changes to the show, given the uncertainty about what was happening with Majors?

No. And that mainly came from — I know as much as you do at the moment. It felt hasty to do anything without knowing how all of this plays out.

How early into the writing of Season 2 did you decide to cast Ke Huy Quan as OB?

We were in London, so I had at least some version of our scripts. The way the process works, they’re always being rewritten, but OB was in there, and his introduction scene was almost exactly as originally written. I would like to say it was in early spring, which was maybe just two months before we started shooting. We were casting, and “Everything Everywhere All at Once” was playing in L.A. and in New York, but it hadn’t gone nationwide yet. I think it was going the very next week. We had gotten a call from our casting director who said, “Hey, I’m about to put together a list for OB — just initial thoughts. But before I do that, I really think you guys should meet Ke, and I think it should be Ke. I think you guys should meet with him quick, because probably by Monday, he’s going to have a lot of offers for different things.”

So that that Friday, myself, Justin and Aaron, two of our directors, had gotten on a Zoom with Ke. We pitched him the show and this character. We shared that introduction scene with him and maybe the full script. And then we called in the big guns that Monday; Kevin Feige got on the phone with him and said, “Ke, I know you read the script. I know you talked to the guys. We really think you should do this. I really want you to join the Marvel family.” And he had already made up his mind over the weekend. It was like, “I’m there. I’ve been a huge fan of this for a long time.”

In Season 1, the show explored several time periods and locations outside the TVA, but in the first four episodes of this season, you stick to just 1880s Chicago, 1970s London and 1980s in the Midwest. How did you come to that decision to focus more on the TVA and building out its history?

Because that felt like where so much of our core character conflict was going to come from. There was so much intersectionality of our characters and what they think of the TVA. Sylvie wants to burn it down because the apple is rotten, as she says. Loki sees it as potentially the only form of defense against whatever else is coming in a war with Kang. Mobius and B-15, they’ve dedicated their whole life to it. They’re not quite ready to give it up. Renslayer feels like she’s been keeping it together, and you get a real understanding of why she thinks she should be the one to get this thing back on track.

We want everybody to be in the gray area — they’re neither good nor bad. They might make bad choices or heroic choices, but they are trying to figure out who they are. The TVA felt like the place where we could maximize that storytelling and learn more about those characters through that. But also stay tuned, because we are going to more places [in Episodes 5 and 6].

Do you think the TVA could start to appear in other titles in the MCU?

I would love that. Look, I’ve been siloed in on “Loki” for almost five years now, by the time this show finishes, and with every filmmaker who has put their hands on the show, we’ve all had the same conversations: It feels like the TVA could really be this exciting connective tool for all of this storytelling. And we’ve only seen a fraction of it. We’re dealing very specifically with this one smaller department with Mobius and B-15 and Renslayer, but you look out at those vistas — this place is infinite. The exciting thing to us is there certainly are more stories to be told there. We’ve carved out our own little corner of the sandbox and built something cool. We’re hoping that other people want to come and play with it.

One of the things I’ve most enjoyed about “Loki” is how it’s telling its own story, but have you considered bringing more of the MCU into it?

Yes, in both seasons of writers’ rooms. It always felt wrong to go too far outside of the box of things that would directly contribute to Loki’s character arc in these two seasons. So that’s why we get [Jaimie Alexander as] Sif in there [in Season 1], we play with the variants in the void and various levels of Asgard-specific storytelling. But while we’ve had nearly 12 hours of storytelling, it never feels like we have enough time. Eventually, just handling the stories of our ensemble and not shortchanging them has always been priority number one.

Now, Season 1 and 2 were always built to be two chapters of the same book. The hope would be going forward, there are more books that we can tell these stories with. I certainly think that we could start doing that.

Would there be a Season 3 of “Loki”? Is the future of the show finite or more open-ended?

I think it’s open-ended. We certainly did not develop this season going, “We have to tee up Season 3” — in the way that we did with Season 1, where there was a very specific, “Hey, we’re coming back.” But I also think that where this show goes, there certainly can be many, many, many more stories told with Loki in the “Loki” world, and in other worlds connected to Loki, the character.

Do you think Loki would ever rejoin the larger world of the MCU? 

That’s the hope. I don’t want to — yeah. I think the the sun shining on Loki and Thor once again has always been the priority of the story we’re telling. But for that meeting to really be fulfilling, we have to get Loki to a certain place emotionally. I think that’s been the goal of these two seasons.

This interview has been edited and condensed.

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Chapter 14

A/N: Okay so I know I usually put these at the end but the song i've attached today kinda plays its own role in the story with it being what i wanted the song the reader plays. Music is very important to me and helps me write these stories so i would apreciate if you listened along too! But as always I can't force ypou too but for reference (i'll add it in bractes anyways) Sherlock starts playing at 2:34 and they play together at 2:49. But yeah happy readng and for refernce i only know the parts of the song thans to a tiktok account called joelsvnny so please check him out!

You entered the cafe to find Professor Hiddleston sitting at a table at the corner of the room, his hands clasped in front of him as his eyes bore into the computer screen in front of him. His blonde curls were starting to grow and the sun was in just the right angle to make it look like his hair was glowing, causing you to pause for a moment to stare at him. Since you had been in his class, you had not really paid attention to the professor but you quietly admitted to yourself he was moderately attractive. His ocean blue eyes looked up from the screen and met with yours, a smile playing on his lips almost immediately when he spotted you in the doorway to the cafe, watching him.

“Y/n, it's so nice to see you again.” He smiled shaking your hand “I was sorry to hear about what happened to you, kidnapping, not usually what happens my students.”

“Oh right, yeah I can understand the confusion that would come with that.” You laugh nervously “thank you anyway professor, for asking to meet with me.” You say as you sit down and tuck yourself in.

“Please, no need to be professional, this isn't university. Call me Tom.” He smiled warmly

“Right, so Tom.” You paused it felt a bit weird. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“You, if i’m correct, you write your own work outside of what I assigned to you? Sorry if this seems odd, your friend erm louise came and spoke to me, she uh can be quite convincing when she needs to be.” He laughed rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about her, honestly I didn't know she would do that.” You take a sip of your coffee which was brought to you a second ago.

“Yes, so I read a few of your pieces that she gave to me, again it was more of a forced thing and I thought they had some real potential. So I'm here to propose an offer.” He took a moment to glance at the window furrowing his brow. “I’m sorry but is that Sherlock Holmes?” You turned your head and cursed under your breath as you saw Sherlock peering in through the window gesturing you to come outside.

“I’m sorry, just ignore him, he's uh my roommate and well he’s a bit well, strange. And I would say overprotective after what happened.” You sigh and ignore the now frequent buzzing of your phone

“Right, well I have a few hours between classes every week and I was wondering if you would like to meet up occasionally and I would tutor you to help get your work done. I also have a contact in the publishing industry who could be of use if I could send him your details?” He asked

“Y-yes oh my god that would be amazing.” You jumped in your seat with excitement and at that very moment Sherlock burst through the door.

“Y/n Mrs hudson found some of your old things i thought I’d let you know.” He cleared his throat finally noticing you were with another human. “Oh, apologies uh, Sherlock Holmes.” He held out his hand

“Yes and i am-

“Professor Thomas Hiddleston, a teacher of  English language who lives just outside london.” Sherlock smiled as he gripped you professors hand

“How did you do?”

“Oh well he is a detective.” You laugh trying to cover sherlocks creepy demeanor

“Of course.” Tom laughs nervously “well I suppose I should get going, i have a train to catch.” He got up and you copped shaking his hand “and y/n, if you get stuck im just a call away.” He smiled and put his arm on your shoulder. Sherlock noticed this and grabbed your arm with a scowl and pulled you from the cafe.

“I’m sorry, but what the hell?!” You pull your arm away from him.

“Oh come on, he was so trying to get in your bed.” Sherlock announced 

“He was helping me out, he has a girlfriend for christ sake!” You huff pushing open the front door of baker street.

“That doesn’t mean anything, you’re you!” He gestured to you

“Wow the flattery is real sherlock.” You say sarcastically. You walk up the stairs and find a box of your old things had been placed on the coffee table in the living room.

“Mrs hudson was having a clear out and asked you to do the same, I’ve already looked through some interesting things.” He says tracing his fingers over the box.

“You really have no perspective on personal items do you, or privacy apparently.” You say searching through the box

“Yet you still slept with me.” He smirked. You bite the inside of your cheek while rolling your eyes. You look in the box and smile as you pull out your old violin. “Interesting, what's that?” He asks

“It's an output so I can attach it to amps and loop pedals?” You say back as if it wasn’t obvious 

“Well then it's not a proper violin, mine doesn’t do that.” He says taking the instrument from you

“Well maybe yours isn’t a proper violin.” You joke back

“Anyways, why would one need a loop pedal for a violin?”

“To compose and play songs that weren't exactly made for violins.” You rummage through the box as he continues 

“So you're telling me you played pop songs on a classical instrument.” He huffs “humans are strange.”

“You are human, you are human right?” You joke “oh shit look, my old loop pedal.” You pull out your old loop pedal and brush off the dust.

“Then enlighten me, play something.” He holds out your violin and you stand there just staring at him.

“Well, it might be out of tune, you know it's been a while.” You look at the floor, it's not like you didn’t want to play it. But it's him, for whatever reason he likes you, you didn’t want to lose that. He lifts the violin to his cheek and runs the bow along each string.

“Sounds good to me.” He hands the violin to you again and you take it gently and release a long sigh. “Use the loop pedal.” He adds with a smile, he liked it when you did as you were told.

“Okay then, i’ll do a song I learned a while ago, how about a song called another love. Are you familiar?” 

“Vaguely but yet again I know everything” He replies watching as you plug in the loop pedal, he takes a seat in his chair and watches as you ensure everything works

“Okay, uh so first you have to do the staccato parts, this song has three, so how its done is you play the first one press this. And then you can add more and it will record them.”

“I'm familiar with the workings of loop recordings y/n.” He states as you play the staccato parts.

“Just, let me go through it okay, do you want to hear it or not?” You tut and stare at the way he smiled when he bugged you, you rolled your eyes and lifted the violin to your cheek again. “Then over the staccato I usually add the chords, again there's three in this.” You play the chords and begin to smile to yourself, you missed playing the violin, you missed the feeling of calm it brought.

“And I’m guessing now the bass?” He questions, leaning forward. Your brow raised at his interest, it was probably due to being stuck on a case but a small part of you believed otherwise. He was your boyfriend now right? You think so, what would this agreement include? It's not like you weren't up for friends with benefits but it's not what you wanted. But anyways back to recording, you recorded the base fairly easily only having to redo it once. You played it back smiling to yourself, it was sounding good so far, it's not finished but it was getting there. You stopped going through the steps with Sherlock, you knew he knew what everything was, for whatever reason he wanted to see you play, and if you could please him hopefully he’d please you. You record the pizzicato, flicking your fingers across the strings before being cocky and not even pausing to add the tremolo and adding it almost like instinct. You stopped the recording and created the loop, you turned to look behind you expecting your aunt to be stood recording like she used to, it was almost Christmas so she probably wanted a photo for a card to send to relatives you have no idea exist. But she wasn’t, it was just you and him. He was sat now practically at the edge of his seat eyes locked on the instrument. You exhaled bringing it to your chin and began to play.

He watched you play, he watched every single movement, his chest tightened at the way you smiled when you reached the chorus, the song was sad yet he could tell it brought you happy memories. He’d seen the photos of you and your mother, he could tell christmas wasn’t your favourite time of your after what happened. He must have zoned out because when he looked back your eyes were fixed on his. Your brow pinched together he could see you thought he wasn’t enjoying it, he acted quickly and grabbed his violin, he brought it to his cheek playing the tune he had quickly picked up. (2:34)

You paused watching him play, you gave him his moment, as he often stole the limelight, but you didn’t. He didn’t change the song or play it differently, he played it your way, following your lead. (2:49)You waited for the final chorus to repeat again and joined him and now here you were alone in baker street with him. Recently whenever you where alone with him it involved him pining you down and fucking senseless but now you where together, doing something you enjoyed not taking a moment to watch his muscles tighten around his shirt as he moved or waiting him for notice you. You just saw him, you figured it out, he wanted to see you happy, he wanted to see you or be it he wanted you to see you. The you which even you haven’t seen in a long time. And now the song was over, you stood in silence watching as he slowly put the violin down, you breathless, you don’t know why but you found yourself gasping for air. You just breathed watching as he slowly stepped closer to you. 

Sherlock didn’t understand the force that was pulling him towards you; he could sense your vulnerability and wanted to calm it. He too felt defenceless, he wanted to feel you in his arms, he wanted to hold you and make sure you were safe, the woman never caused him to feel like this, you were not the woman, and she was not you. He had conducted this experiment out of his own curiosity, and now he wasn’t quite sure what to do next.

 He took the instrument from your hand and cupped your chim. He brought your lips to yours and kissed you deeply, he didn’t rush to take off your clothes. He didn’t take them off at all, he just held you close to him, keeping your lips on yours until the moment was ruined by a vibration of his phone on the desk. He sighed and pulled away.

“I’m sorry I put you on the spot like that.” He looked down at his phone. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” He put on his coat and left. You watched him walk down the street, he tucked his collar upwards trying to keep the icy cold breeze off his neck, he still hadn’t got a replacement for the one that ended up being covered in blood. 

“Hoo hoo, oh I see you found your violin dear.” Mrs hudson came in behind you with your laundry.

“I told you, you don’t need to do that.” You kiss her cheek as you take the folded clothes from her arms.

“I know but I was putting sherlocks in anyways” she smiled.

“Oh by the way, we need to take a photo this year’s Christmas card, i have simon coming later to take it if that's okay.” She began tidying the room

“Huh?” You say turning back to the window watching as Sherlock was now nowhere to be seen.

“Out again is he? Yes, business with Mrs Adler's phone again, I saw him take it out the other day. Dangerous business, promise you’ll stay away from all that.” She grabbed your arm making sure you heard her. But all you could focus on was the name, it was the woman. The only other woman you knew Sherlock would obsess over. But he wants you, right?

“I won’t, now I'm going to put this away.” You say taking the clothes. You sigh, kicking open your bedroom door. You instantly notice the package on your bed. It was neatly packaged with a big red bow tied in the middle. You undid it and opened the box revealing a new laptop, you opened the lid and a note fell from it.

“Sorry about breaking the last one, I had some business I had to attend to. See you soon Harley.”  

JM X

Shit, no this wasn’t good, he was gone you thought he was gone. You looked around your room, it felt different, something was wrong. The air was fresher, not the usual scent of coffee and books. 

“Has anyone been in the house today?” You shout down to your aunt

“No dear, only me, you and Sherlock.” She shouts back. He had been in your room, Jim Moriarty had been in your Fucking room.

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A/N: its me agan forgot say that I will be doing weekly uploads of this every Wednesday between 2-4pm Uk time <3

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Keeping a secret (Tom Hiddleston & Tom Holland one shot)

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A/N: I'm so excited for you all to read the first prompt from the new batch of requests! I hope you like it 😊 x

Prompt request by VampireQueen666 on A03: Tom Hiddleston is on the Avengers set and the others are giving him a little surprise celebration for something. Holland is tasked to watch him till they're done setting up. Hiddleston and Holland are watching tv in their costumes. Hiddleston knows Holland is hiding something, and he knows he can't keep a secret, So Hiddleston stars seducing him, kissing his neck and stripping him out of his costume, playing with Hollands naked body, Holland is having a hard time keeping the secret, sex ensues but Holland succeeds in keeping his mouth shut.

Summary: Tom Holland accidentally found out that The Avengers Infinity War cast and crew have been planning an anniversary party for him and Tom Hiddleston. Much to everyone's reluctance they intrust him to keep their secret from Tom, despite how he's never been any good at not giving away any spoilers. However he finds himself betting with Tom whether or not he can truly stay true to his word, having to endure a tortuously pleasurable coaxing, without spoiling anything. 

Warnings: Smut, spanking, deprived orgasm, dirty talk, oral sex, masturbation, bondage, anal fingering, m/m established relationship, fuck used once?, teasing and dom Tom Hiddleston if you squint.

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The Avengers Infinity War cast and crew cheered and clapped as filming had finally wrapped after an exhaustingly long day. During the aftermath some people formed small groups, standing around whilst chatting and laughing among themselves, also exchanges of a job well done. Hiddleston jumped up out of his chair and rushed over, wrapping an arm around Holland's neck, as he messed up his already static hair which was caused from wearing his Spiderman mask. Both Toms were laughing in between Holland's puny attempts at protesting.

"Now, now Loki play nice." RDJR mockingly-chastised with a smirk across his lips. Tom lets Holland go shortly thereafter, receiving a playful shove in return, then he follows that by pushing his face away playfully as if to get rid of his smile. Of course neither could stop smiling, and being close to each other. As proven by Hiddleston pulling Holland close to his side and placing a peck to his cheek.

Before long both Toms exit the set with Chris Hemsworth, the three of them chatting away, whilst Hiddleston walks with his arm around Holland's shoulders and Holland has his around Hiddleston's slim waist. Also, despite Hiddleston's last scene of the day having ended ages ago he waited around the set for Holland to finish, he enjoyed watching the younger man perfect his craft, and he couldn't wait to spend some alone time with him now the filming part of the day was over. Especially since it's their third month anniversary, having met during a meeting with Kevin Feige and other executives, as well as many others like Downey. It was merely their paths crossing briefly, kind of meeting, until they had gotten together a short while after filming had begun, both falling fast for the other. However what Hiddleston doesn't realise is that the cast and crew have been planning a little surprise party to celebrate the special occasion. Whereas Holland found out accidentally, and he now has been tasked keeping Hiddleston occupied, at least until the final preparations are finished.

"Remember what we all said earlier?" Chris Evans asks, after he races to catch up with them and Elizabeth Olsen in tow.

"Yeah, it's important mate. Keep this...." Hemsworth covers Holland's mouth with his palm as they halt in their tracks, "shut, alright?" He says seriously and then removes his hand, as Holland just nods in agreement.

"We're trusting you, ok?" Evans adds as he points his finger at him.

Hiddleston's eyebrows knit together in confusion, "about what?," he asks as he glances between them all.

Holland opens his mouth to speak but..."couldn't say, sorry..." Elizabeth says, then shrugs with her lips pressed into a thin line. Whereas both Chrises mumbled some nonsense, before they pointed into different directions, as if pretending they had been called away.

"Lizzy?" Tom tries to coax her to talk in his low menacing Loki voice, as he closes the distance between them.

"It won't work on me, Hiddles." Elizabeth says, folding her arms under her cleavage with a satisfying confidence in herself.

"Humph...it did when we were dating." The pair narrowed their gaze at each other and his jaw flexed while tightly clenched together.

Elizabeth is the first to break eye contact, "good luck with this one." She says teasingly and playfully pats Holland's cheek as she passes him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hiddleston asks defensively, but he's not given an answer or even a backwards glance as she disappears.

Holland came up beside Hiddleston and kissed his cheek. "Come on, don't let it spoil our anniversary." He says in an annoyingly comforting way, causing Hiddleston to roll his eyes at him, while a smile plays on his lips simultaneously.

Hiddleston then takes Holland's hand as they single file into Hiddleston's trailer. Once inside Holland gets comfy in the seating booth and instantly reaches for the TV remote, as Hiddleston closes the door behind them, then he moves gracefully towards the kitchenette which is opposite Holland. He is careful not to block the TV screen that is attached to the wall underneath some cabinets, as he grabs them a couple of beers out of the fridge. He twists off the caps before tossing them carelessly onto the counter and then he joins Holland in the booth. He sets both beers down onto the table before he slouches down and leans back into Holland's chest as he flicks through the TV channels.

The TV flickers from picture to picture until Holland finally settles on a random movie which had barely started. Satisfied with the find Holland puts the remote down next to his untouched beer before his fingers find their way into Hiddleston's inky black Loki wig. He twizzles a strand around his fingers as Hiddleston wraps his other arm around him. They settle into a peaceful silence for a while as they watch the movie, that is until Hiddleston begins interrogating Holland for some answers.

"What did Chris mean when he told you to shut it?" Hiddleston asks, as he peers up at Holland as he stays nestled back in his chest.

"Oh...er...you know just about the usual spoilers and stuff." Holland replies without taking his eyes off the TV screen.

"Right...." Tom trails off in disbelief, a questioning quirk of his brow, as he sits up in order to look Tom sternly in the eye. "You're not usually this quiet." His gaze unfaltering as Tom tries to appear innocent, evidently his facial expression was too transparent, Hiddleston knows him far too well and Holland knows it too.

As Hiddleston's gaze softens slightly he leans in close to Holland, so close that his lips are ghosting Holland's, their lips don't touch as he waits to see what he does first. Waiting to see if there's any cracks in his futile innocence. Albeit as the seconds tick by and Hiddleston doesn't seem to be backing away, Holland presses his lips into a thin line, as if to keep himself from slipping up. When Hiddleston finally does make a move he kisses the side of Holland's mouth, then he kisses along his jaw while his left hand cradles Holland's head, as it lulls to the side and exposes his neck completely to him. Now Hiddleston has access he slowly makes his way down his neck. The soft caress of Hiddleston's lips on Holland's neck causes him to let out a moan and his hands grip onto Hiddleston's forearms. His grip tightens as the kisses soon turn into bruising ones instead.

"You've never been able to keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed for long though." Tom says seductively, once he looks back into Tom's eyes, and he runs his thumb along Holland's bottom lip as he speaks.

"I can keep a secret!" Holland whinily complained with a pouty lip.

"Just like the time when you told Jacob Batalon and then the rest of our Marvel co-stars about us after we agreed to keep it between us for a while." Hiddleston said seriously.

"When are you going to let it go? I apologised several times and then some." Holland says and then bites his lip.

"Insufferable..." Hiddleston mockingly-scoffed.

"Yeah, but you love meeeee." Holland pecks Hiddleston on the lips.

"I suppose so..." Hiddleston agrees as another sly smile across his lips. "Do you want to make a bet?" He suggested.

"What kind of bet?" Holland asks cautiously.

"You let me do whatever I want to you until your writhing beneath me...unable to keep quiet...panting, moaning and crooning into my ear." Hiddleston says in his most seductive Loki voice and he nips Holland's earlobe for good measure. "You'll be so putty in my hands that you will tell me everything and you'll cum harder than you've ever cum before." He whispers into his ear.

"W-what happens if I don't?" Holland replies a little breathlessly after that imagery was put into his head.

"If you don't I won't let you cum." Hiddleston says, gently patting Holland's cheek with a knowing look.

"No, don't be like that. It's our anniversary. Anything but that, please?" Holland pleads with puppy dog eyes.

"Ehehe, I know that look, I'm the master of that look as well as others..." Hiddleston winks with two fingers hooked underneath Holland's chin. "Those are my terms, not that you have any say in the matter."

"But-" Hiddleston's lips crash against Holland's, silencing him this time, hungrily moving against his. Within moments Hiddleston's tongue prods eagerly against Holland's lips, asking permission for them to part, which they do so willingly and Hiddleston's tongue is met by Holland's, massaging against the other's and teeth slightly scraping together.

As Holland's eyes slowly open after their lips part to catch their breath, he sees Hiddleston sliding on his knees backwards, until he steps out of the booth and his eyes never leaving Holland's as he moves gracefully. However Holland isn't given long to get his breath back before he's dragged to the edge of the booth by his ankles, his hands are now in Hiddleston's reach, and then he's yanked up onto his feet. Tom instantly presses his body into Hiddleston's as their lips find each other again, with his arms wrapped around Hiddleston's waist, while Hiddleston's wrap around his neck. As the kiss deepens Hiddleston toys with the zipper at the back of Holland's SpiderMan costume, pulling it down slowly, his knuckles brushing against his flesh. Once the zipper reaches half way down Tom's back Tom pulls the latex away from his right shoulder, exposing his delectable soft skin to him, which is asking to be marked like his neck had done earlier. A gasp leaves Holland's lips at the sudden bite to his shoulder.

Hiddleston soon carries on, pulling Holland's costume down slowly and with the newly presented areas on his chest becoming bruisingly marked, licked and caressed affectionately. Each nipple taken into Hiddleston's hot mouth in turn as the other was rolled and pinched between his fingers. Thus far Holland hadn't said a word except for the sounds of approval. Evidently Hiddleston had to up his ammo. Firstly Hiddleston wiggles Holland's costume down past his hips, then he yanks it off the rest of the way, and reveals his cheeky black lacy thong underneath. Tom curled his fingers around the thin edges wrapped around his hips, once he stood back to his full height and then he roughly pulled Tom's hips to his own, both groaning at the sudden closeness.

"I like these ones." Hiddleston growls.

"I thought you'd prefer a more grown up look for the special occasion instead of my usual novelty ones you keep tearing off." Holland said and it was his turn to nip at Hiddleston, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, pulling gently on it for a few seconds.

"What makes you think these ones won't get torn?" Hiddleston asks as he rolls his hips against Holland.

"Because I'll run out before filming wraps." Holland replies, his cheeks heat up as Hiddleston lovingly strokes his face with one hand, the other still tangled around the edge of his thong.

"Humm...we can get you more." Hiddleston said, as he ripped Tom's thong off with one hand, letting the torn material fall by their feet, his fingers then tracing down the v-dip and brushing the light sprinkling of pubic hairs.

Tom's breath hitches in his throat as anticipation within his body tingles delightfully, albeit Hiddleston doesn't touch him where he needs him most, at least not yet anyway. Instead he stood there in all his bare glory for a couple of minutes only to have Hiddleston return to him with his famous Loki scarf. The scarf runs along his jaw, down the side of his neck and his chest, the fluffiness causing him to giggle as it dances across his ticklish skin. He easily allows his arms to be caged between his back and Hiddleston's chest once he was spun around. He felt the scarf being tied tightly around his wrists, as Hiddleston gently kissed his shoulder blades, the last of Mr Nice Guy for the time being.

Hiddleston seats himself back into the booth, spreading his thighs generously to accommodate Holland's naked form, which he draped over them roughly before his hand thwacked against his backside. The full spans of Hiddleston's hand struck in quick sessions, reddening the pale skin beneath his hand, Holland letting out cries of pleasure mixed with hisses as he felt the sting and heat begin to radiate from his tush. It had been a while since he'd been spanked and unashamedly he missed it. He felt his cock hardening between his thighs and he could feel Hiddleston's own growing bulge against his stomach too.

Heavy pants filled the air following on from the relentless spanking session mixed with the low murmurs of the TV still on in the background. Holland lay draped over Hiddleston's lap still waiting to be let up, as he felt Hiddleston knead his bum, and then he felt a cold lotion being poured onto his reddened flesh. It was gently rubbed into his skin to help soothe him.

"Ready to talk yet?" Came Hiddleston's gruffly voice.

"N-no..." Holland said around the lump in his throat.

Clearly it wasn't the correct answer, earning himself another harsh thwack, before he was forced to stand on shaky legs as Hiddleston dragged himself out of the booth. Next he was forced down onto the table. The untouched beer bottles and TV remote were pushed to the end to make space for his body, while his arms remained trapped beneath him, as his wrist remained tied together. His legs were hoisted up and forcefully parted with his feet planted firmly on the table. Hiddleston's lusty gaze roamed over the fine specimen before him and he bit his lip to suppress a groan. Eventually his fingers traveled lightly down the valley of Holland's chest, spreading the light sheen of sweat, and spares of hairs matted together. His fingers stilling at his navel as he meets his gaze. Next Hiddleston leans down, peppering kisses once more down chest, Holland's toned abdomen tightening, caused by Hiddleston tracing around his muscles. Before long Hiddleston was kneeling down with his head between his thighs, placing sloppy kisses to each of them, whilst his fingers stroked in small circles on Holland's hips.

"Anything you wish to tell me?" Hiddleston asks, his lips ghosting hotly against one thigh.

"I-I told you....n-no." Holland panted.

"No?" Hiddleston growled lowly.

Tom sat back on his heels as he spat into his palm before taking hold of Holland's engorged red flushed cock into his hand. Holland gasped and felt his cock twitch in his hand as he was being stroked at a leisurely pace. Hiddleston's salvia coated his cock as he spread it from head to base. He then pressed the pad of his thumb against the slit and massaged his balls with the other hand. Pearls of precum trickled out after a few swipes of his thumb. Leaning forward Hiddleston used the flat of his tongue and licked a wet stripe along the slit, making Holland hiss through gritted teeth, and his fingers twitched behind his back to ensure the blood still flowed.

Hiddleston nuzzled his nose against Tom's manhood, inhaling deeply, his own cock practically wanted to burst out of his tight leather trousers. He swallowed thickly before taking the head of his cock between his already reddened lips. He sucked gently at first, creating sounds as though he was enjoying a lollipop instead, until he returned to licking the tip. A few times this happened before his gaze through his lashes was met by the younger man's own gaze, his lips slightly parted, a dreamily glint in his eyes, as he held his head up to watch. Watching his cock disappear between beautiful thin lips, and the feeling of wanting to tangle his fingers into Tom's own hair instead of the wig, which now fell around his face in messy tendrils. Yet the upwards thrust of his hips begged Hiddleston to take more of his needy cock. Thankfully he obliged. Hiddleston took him all the way down his throat and hollowed his cheeks, until he pulled back, the head only seated between his lips. He repeated this action several times at his own pace until Holland began rutting upwards and further down his throat. Usually Holland would lay back and let Tom take his fill, but seeing as this was a bet he wanted to push him, to get Tom to make him cum without spilling the tea. He managed to slide off the table and began to impatiently force his length all the way to the back of Tom's throat. Hiddleston had to grab tightly onto the backs of his thighs as Tom used his mouth, tears springing up from his eyes, while he tried to relax his throat and keep breathing through the merciless fucking.

The quack in Holland's thighs was the telltale sign of his pending climax, but before he could fathom what was happening Hiddleston ripped himself away, his saliva and Tom's precum dribbling down his chin. Holland whined at the loss of his hot wet mouth around him. His plan had failed.

Hiddleston tsk'd as he rose onto his feet, wiping his chin and mouth with the back of his hand, before he forced Holland back down onto the table. Forcing him back into his previous position with his legs hoisted up and parted. Holland didn't dare try anything else and waited for his boyfriend to resume his agonising bet. That he did when he was pleased enough with the way his climax had subsided. He continued with his ministrations, his hand collecting the slick from his cock, before tracing and rubbing two fingers around Tom's hole. His sore ass scraping against the knotted wood beneath him. Also no matter how many times he was touched there by Tom he always shivered with delight at knowing the inevitability. A gasp escaped his parted lips as one finger entered him, it wiggled around inside a bit, until only the tip remained. Hiddleston repeated the action two more times before a second finger joined in. Wiggling both around and then gently spreading them, opening him up, enjoyment etched on his face from the slow torture.

"Tom p-please go faster." Holland pleaded through ragged breaths.

Tom removed his fingers momentarily, allowing Tom to sit up as he untied him, "don't try anything just because I untied you." He warned and gently laid him back again once his arms were freed.

Holland embraced the freedom of his hands, allowing Tom to massage them above his head with one hand, the other hand finding its way down his body. He moaned at the feeling of his fingers returning to his now sodden hole. Only this time he was a lot more rougher, his fingers fucking him wildly and Holland's hands flew up to hold steadfast onto Hiddleston's leather bound hips to keep him grounded. The feeling intensified as his cock was taken back into his hand, being pleasured in such a way that just as Hiddleston said he was crooning into his ear as he lent down to him.

"That's it baby, sing for me. Tell me all." Hiddleston whispered hoarsely.

Unfortunately just as Hiddleston also said Holland didn't get to cum. He lost the bet as he stayed true to his word. Although deep down Tom was proud, but he wouldn't let it show.

Heaving breaths filled the air as Tom sat up and saw Hiddleston stooped against the kitchenette counter, as he unzipped his leather trousers, freeing his flushed viney cock out of its tight confinements. He spits into his palm again and takes hold of his needy cock. Bravely Tom slid off the table and wobbled towards the older man who's fist was tightly assaulting his length. Upon approaching closer he could see Hiddleston's pupils are completely blown out, just like he suspected his own to be like, the same could be said for their lips to be red and swollen.

Holland tries to reach for him with pleading eyes, but his hand is instantly slapped away, followed by a grunt falling from Hiddleston's lips causing his own cock to twitch wantonly in his hand. His lustful gaze roaming over Holland's flushed aroused body, soaking in every ounce of him, his thrusts into his hand becoming erratic as his eyes stopped at Tom's proudly erected cock.

"F-fuckkk!" Tom groaned with his eyes tightly closing in perfect timing of his release. He comes in thick ropes, spurting out onto his hand, some dripping through his fingers and landing on his leather boots.

Holland finally closes the distance between them and kisses Tom's temple. "You're beautiful." He whispers.

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Later Holland manages to convince Tom to go out instead of being cooped up in the trailer for the rest of the night, like they'd previously planned on doing, at least that's what Tom thought their plans were. Plans of eating a takeaway and staying in for the night just the two of them. Although Holland's foolproof excuse was that he needed it after the torturous bet between them, it seemed to work too.

Their car pulls up at a quiet out of the way grand stoned venue. Hiddleston looked out the window as his eyebrows knitted together, his mouth opening to ask where they were, but the words could barely form as his attention was drawn away from the window. The sounds of Holland opening the door on his side and hoping out onto the gravelled drive had confused him more. He thought they were going to some restaurant in town, evidently the newer and better TH he often referred to Holland as had other ideas. Wordlessly Hiddleston decided to join Holland, stepping out onto the gravelled driveway, holding his hand when he rounded the car and letting the younger man guide him inside.

The venue's foyer was elegant, empty of people, and warmly lit by the posh glass chandelier above their heads. Not that Tom gave Hiddleston much time to enjoy the architecture or finer details of the entrance, he was beaming that much was clear, guiding Tom further inside. Ahead of them down the other end of the corridor was a large wooden door and as if on cue they swung open once they were right outside of them.

"SURPRISE!" Came a chorus of familiar voices of the cast and crew who had grouped together in the centre awaiting their arrival.

Hiddleston was completely stunned. They'd made a lot of effort in elaborately decorating the venue. A banner hung across two pillars, it read 'happy anniversary!' in a bold black font, with a golden swirly pattern in the banner's corners which complimented the back writing. Balloons of black and gold were scattered about the dance floor as well as helium ones decorating the decked out tables. After everybody had spurts out Hiddleston became mobile again. Both Toms got to drink, dance and laugh as well as tuck into the delicious buffet that was spread out at the back.

Near the end of the night when a slow song came on both Toms got onto the dance floor with the rest of the couples. They swayed gently in each other's arms to the music.

"Soooo...do I get to cum later?" Tom asks loud enough for only Tom to hear him with a wiggle of eyebrows.

"I'm not promising anything." Tom says as if thinking about the request, adding to Holland's accomplishment of keeping all of this a secret, except for the twinkle in his eyes was giving him away.

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#5

Gold Masterlist- IN PROGRESS

By the time you had realized that the life of a sugar baby wasn't everything you thought it would be, it was already too late. You fallen in love with him. When you finally walk away from him and the life he has provided you, fate continues to bring the two of you back to each other. After moving on and starting a new relationship with your boss turned boyfriend, Sebastian, your loyalties will be tested as the man that broke your heart becomes your latest client.

Will Tom see what he had in front of him all along before it's gone for good? Will a normal life provide you with much more than he ever could?

(Sugar Daddy/ CEO Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader and Art Gallery Owner Sebastian Stan x Female Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

198 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#4

Party of Two- A Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader One Shot

This one shot was inspired by a request from @youlightmeupfinn who wanted a Tom one shot to "Ride" by Chase Rice. I had just planned on writing a short Romantic Tom story with some sensual spice to it, but it turned into an entire plot at nearly 4.9k words!!!!

Warnings: mostly fluff with some smut thrown in at the end, mentions of cheating and alcohol.

“Well, consider this your eviction notice then, you lying piece of shit! I don’t care where you go, as long as you aren’t there when I get home!”

After working so closely with you over the last few months, Tom would recognize that voice anywhere. He had originally stepped outside to grab some air, but now that he heard how upset you were, there was no way he was going back in until he knew you were okay.

Upon hearing footsteps approaching, you quieted your soft sobs and quickly tried to compose yourself. Turning around to face the secret visitor, your fake smile slowly faded when you locked eyes with those baby blues that you had found yourself drowning in each day at work. The concern on his features told you that you didn’t have to hide your emotions right now and you turned to face the view once again.

“I assume you heard all of that?”

Wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leaning down to place a kiss on the top of your head, Tom did his best to console you without making you uncomfortable in anyway. Playing lovers on screen was one thing. Overstepping boundaries off the studio lot was another.

“I’m afraid so. It appears I chose the wrong time to take a break from the wrap party… Do you want to talk about it, darling?”

You found yourself leaning into his side without even thinking about it. Over the course of filming, the two of you had grown into close friends and it was second nature to be close with him. The romantic scenes between your characters felt natural with someone as warm and open as Tom, so he had quickly become the person you would turn to when you and your long term boyfriend would run into problems.

“Well, there isn’t much to say on the matter. I went home after the meeting this morning to get ready for tonight and found him under his personal trainer. I guess I should have seen it coming though. Nobody goes to the gym that much and doesn’t see results from it. Apparently, my bed allowed her a more hands on approach to her workout regimen.”

“Is now the time that I tell you I never liked the guy?”

Tom couldn’t help but smile as you looked at him with a smirk on your face. Even though the California night was warm, the breeze on the balcony wasn’t and he saw you shiver slightly. His suit jacket was being pulled off and wrapped around you before he gave it a second thought.

As you became enveloped in the smell of his cologne, your heart ached that you wouldn’t get many more chances to enjoy the citrus musk that was so uniquely Tom. The two of you had a few more items to handle next week and then the entire project would be wrapped up until the press tour early next year for the movie release. The two of you stood in the silence together for a while longer before you sighed.

“He’s the one that cheated, yet I’m the one that has to find somewhere else to sleep tonight. Looks like I’m getting a hotel room until he packs his stuff and gets out. I refuse to look at his face one more second.”

“… or you could just stay with me instead.”

He wasn’t sure who was more surprised by his response in that moment. After studying his face for any sign of a joke, he watched you lightly shake your head and go back to watching the lights of the city in the valley below.

“I can’t put you out like that, Tom.”

The feel of his fingers slipping beneath your chin caused you to look back into his eyes once more as he brought your attention back to him.

“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it. I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing you are in some hotel room after the day you’ve had. I get the feeling that you don’t exactly want to be alone right now either.”

“You’re probably right. A night with a friend sounds much better than crying alone with room service dessert and a sappy movie.”

His hand shifted to cup your cheek as he smiled down at you.

“That’s the spirit. Besides, why settle for room service when my place has the wine you love and some of those gourmet chocolates from that bakery next to the studio.”

The way your face lit up made the flutters in his stomach intensify. When you were around, the butterflies he felt made everything around him fade away.

“Now you’re speaking my language, Hiddleston. What do you say we rejoin the party for one more drink? I’m sure they are starting to wonder where we disappeared to by now.”

One more drink turned into a few more before Tom called for the car to take the two of you back to the house he had been leasing during shooting. Even though it was late, he still opened the bottle of wine that he had promised you. In this moment he was glad he had thought to have a spare bottle of your favorite vintage on hand in case he had the chance to throw one more dinner party before heading back to London. They had become a common occurrence during this project, but he mainly did it just to have an excuse to see you outside of work. The sight of you stepping back into the room wearing a set of his lounge clothes caused him to spill the glass he was pouring, and he quickly turned to clean the mess with a hand towel.

“Thank goodness for uncomfortable formal gowns…”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

Tom turned around and put on his best smile and slid a glass towards you on the other side of the kitchen island.

“I said the sweets are in the fridge.”

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204 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#3

Liquid Courage (Loki x Female Reader One Shot)

This one shot was inspired by a post from @mochie85 and a song she loves. After listening to "Half Crazy" by Juslisen, I knew I had to write this story!!!

4.6k words

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of a drunken hookup, excessive drinking, jealousy, and unrequited love

Contains angst, slight fluff, and mentions of sex.

“Whoa, slow down killer.”

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you downed the third shot of the night without a second thought. All you wanted to do was forget for just one night. As if she knew exactly what was going through your mind, Natasha put herself between you and the broody god at the opposite end of the bar.

“Does this have anything to do with a certain cranky Asgardian prince? We’ve all noticed that the besties haven’t been on the best of terms lately. What are you two fighting about now?”

After chasing the shot with a large swig of your mixed drink, you winced slightly as the burn made its way through your chest. It still didn’t do much to sooth the ache that you felt inside. With a sigh, you finally voiced the one thing that hadn’t left your thoughts in weeks.

“I wish it was just a simple fight. This is so much worse.”

Watching her brows furrow with concern, you took a deep breath and forced the words out.

“He and I… we uh… we hooked up, Nat…”

The words were enough to make the trained spy sputter on her drink. Not much shocked her anymore, but that revelation was certainly enough to catch her off guard.

“The music in here is a little loud tonight. I’m going to need you to repeat that again.”

Pouring yourself another shot from the bottle you swiped from behind the bar, you refused to meet her eyes, knowing the sight of him was right over her shoulder. The way he was burning a hole right through you with his intense stare made you wonder if he had heard your confession.

“We both know you heard me, Romanoff. I won’t say it again.”

“Alright… wow… so you slept with your best friend who you have been madly in love with for ages. I take it things didn’t go well? Was the sex horrible or what?”

You didn’t say a word causing her to study you and approach it at another angle.

“Spill it babe. I need some details here.”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? How can you not know if the sex was good or not?”

Finally meeting her eyes, you bit your lip and darted your eyes over her shoulder to the man in question who was staring at the glass in front of him.

“I don’t know because I don’t remember, alright! It’s just flashes in my mind. We were hanging out in the common room passing a bottle of tequila back and forth and at some point the conversation shifted to not so family friendly topics. I told him about my dry spell, explained what exactly a dry spell was, and then I briefly recall him saying something to the extent of offering to end said dry spell. After that it’s kind of fuzzy. Heavy petting and making out in the floor in front of the couch turned into something more and then I don’t remember anything else until the next morning.”

Natasha took the bottle from you and poured her own shot.

“Based on the way things have been since then, it wasn’t a pleasant morning after?”

The memory of the next day caused your vision to blur and you quickly looked down to compose yourself.

“Something like that… As if it wasn’t awkward enough, he called it a mistake. I’ve wondered for years what it would be like to wake up beside him and Lohk immediately regrets it…”

Feeling his gaze on you once again, you turned to face the mirror behind the bar and wiped away the few tears that had fallen. You locked eyes with her in the reflection as she rubbed you back to comfort you with tears of her own.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie.”

Throwing on a fake smile, you tried to lighten the mood.

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Gold (Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader ) Chapter 1 MATURE, 18+

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By the time you had realized that the life of a sugar baby wasn't everything you thought it would be, it was already too late. You fallen in love with him. When you finally walk away from him and the life he has provided you, fate continues to bring the two of you back to each other. Will Tom see what he had in front of him all along before it's gone for good? Will a normal life provide you with much more than he ever could?

Chapter 1

Flipping through the channels one more time, you finally stopped on a movie you had seen twenty times and curled up under the blanket on the huge, oversized couch. It was nights like this that the house felt massive. Honestly, there were a few rooms you hadn’t entered in months. Why he felt like you needed three guest rooms was beyond you. The office at least came in handy during the semesters when you would work on your assignments for school.

In the beginning, the space had been his. It was a place he would escape to on the extended visits when he needed to get work done. Eventually he spent less time in the office of your home and also with you. When you started your graduate studies, you did a deep clean on the layer of dust that had built from neglect in his absence. After redecorating it to sort your tastes, the space was officially yours. At least as much as it could be yours. It was still his home even if he was hardly in it.

Your eyes had just begun to drift close when you heard the distinct sound of his Jaguar pulling into the driveway. Not sure if you had imagined it, you muted the television and held your breath as you waited. When you heard the car door close, you frantically threw the blanket off of you and grabbed your cell.

No missed calls or texts.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

Making a mad dash for the master bedroom, you knew you didn’t have time to shave your legs or select an outfit for him. It was going to be a bare minimum kind of night. Somehow you were able to wash your hair and your body at the same time. When you were still eager to please him, you made it a point to keep yourself perfectly groomed. The longer time went on, it was as if you both stopped trying.

Your hand reached out for the towel you had placed on the rack outside the enormous glass cage that was supposed to be a shower. Quickly drying off, you hustled out of the steamy bathroom and back into your bedroom to find the stupid black lace nightie that you knew was his favorite to try to make up for the fact that you hadn’t been at the door to greet him. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, you didn’t see his figure seated in the chair in the dark corner.

“Don’t bother, baby girl.”

The sound of your yelp caused a slight smirk on his lips as he took another swig from the whiskey glass in his hand. Once you caught your breath, you turned to address him.

“I wasn’t expecting you tonight. You usually at least shoot me a text to let me know you’re on your way.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

It was impossible to miss the fact that it was an outright lie. The tuxedo he was wearing gave himself away. The way he slurred his words slightly also told you that he had been drinking, even before the whiskey he was currently nursing from the wet bar in the living room. You let out a frustrated sigh as you shoved the various intimates into the drawer of your dresser.

“You used to lie better than that, Thomas.”

“I beg your pardon?”

The gasp was unintentional as you quickly realized the words had been said aloud. Before you could turn around to fix your mistake, he was already finishing off his drink and setting the glass on the floor beside the chair as he stood to make his way over to you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-“

The words were cut off as his hand came up to your throat and walked you backwards against the wall. It wasn’t enough to hinder your breathing, only to reassert his dominance over you. With his lips hovering over yours, you could already taste the alcohol on his breath.

“First you aren’t at the door to greet me, princess. Now, you seem to have forgotten how to address me. Because I’m feeling generous tonight, I will give you one more chance. What’s my name, little one?”

The word had become tarnished over the years together and left a bitter taste on your lips.

“Daddy.”

“That’s right. Now why don’t you lose the attitude and show me just how much you’ve missed me, darling.”

With his hand still holding your throat below your jaw, he reached up and pulled the towel away from your body.

“So, gorgeous.”

His lips finally crashed against yours, causing a whimper to escape at the relief of finally having his touch again for the first time in weeks. Within seconds you gave into him and let him have you once more. Your breath came in short pants as he began to trail his lips down your naked body until he had fallen to his knees before you. You looked down into his eyes as you smiled at him. The look on his face was dark and serious as he grabbed your leg and hooked it over his shoulder. The expression was one you had seen from that very first tonight together.

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The Science of Sex ( Loki x Female Reader One Shot)

After seeing a TikTok tonight, I knew I just had to write about it! What would happen if you gave Mischief a pudding cup to eat without a spoon? A mesmerizing show, that's what! Enjoy! ;)

warnings: Absolute disrespect for an innocent dessert... Other than that, nothing too vulgar...

Wanda walked into the kitchen to see you sitting on the counter with Natasha leaning beside you. She immediately noticed how you both seemed to be patiently waiting for some reason.

"What are you two up to now?"

Glancing at each other with a mirrored smirk, you spoke up and answered for the both of you.

"We set up an experiment. I read in this month's issue of Cosmo that you can tell a lot about a man's... skills by watching them eat."

"Ooookay.... so what's the experiment then?"

Natasha took this one.

"We made sure all the guys saw us bring pudding cups back from the store today then hid all of the spoons."

Wanda's face flashed with confusion until the light bulb went off. The fact that her cheeks now held the same hue as her hair made you giggle. You watched as she swallowed hard before speaking again with a slight quiver to her voice now.

"Oh... So... any results yet?"

"Yuuuuup! Wilson and Barnes found them first. Barnes started out nicely but eventually lost his patience and searched the kitchen until he found where we hid the silverware. He handed a spoon off to Wilson before we could collect much data. Parker came in next but it felt wrong so we gave the kid a spoon right away. He's like my baby brother."

Natasha elbowed you in the side, causing you to immediately halt the conversation.

"Incoming ladies..."

All three of you went silent as Thor and Loki appeared.

"Brother, I swear to you, these little treats are delightful. I first discovered them while visiting Midgard when I first met Lady Jane."

The princes seemed to ignore your presence as they made their way across the room. Thor pulled two pudding cups from the fridge and handed one to Loki before opening the utensil drawer to find it empty.

"All in the dishwasher. Sorry boys."

Thor seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and peeling the top off the cup. Without wasting much time, he squeezed the cup until the plastic bent under his tight grasp and proceeded to quickly eat the pudding until most of it was gone before carelessly tossing it over his shoulder into the trash.

As you all stared at him with a disappointed expression, you caught Loki watching and immediately pretended to be looking at something else.

No longer interested in watching Thor devour his second cup, your eyes drift over to Loki who delicately opened the treat in his hand and got to work. Over the next little while, the three of you watched as the God used his apparently very dexterous tongue to savor the treat while sitting in the window sill silently reading the book in his lap. Switching between kitten licks and wide curls and swipes of the muscle, it felt impossible to look away from the sight in front of you.

When he was nearly done, he used his pointer and middle finger to retrieve the rest from the very bottom of the cup, swirling them around slowly to gather every last drop. As he brought the long digits to his mouth, his eyes flicked up to you, catching you off guard. With your eyes locked onto his, the two fingers slipped between his lips before emerging seconds later cleaned of all trace of the delicious snack. You had completely forgotten you weren't alone in the room until Natasha whispered beside you.

"Close your mouth sweetie... you're drooling."

Hearing him returning to the kitchen, the three of you pretended to be looking at something on Wanda's phone when Loki crossed the room to dispose of the now immaculately clean container. Finding your gaze drifting back to him, you looked up in time to see him wink at you as he passed by, causing your mouth to suddenly go dry. As he left the room, you let out the breath you were holding and shared a look with the other ladies.

Just as Natasha and Wanda turned away to resume looking at the device in Wanda's hand, you felt someone standing behind you. Before you even had the chance to move, his breath is against your ear.

"If you desired to know what I am capable of, Kitten, you merely had to ask instead of consulting that magazine of yours."

Falling victim to the sultry whisper currently sending a shiver down your spine, you helplessly watched as the other two women in the room carried on their conversation a few feet away. The feeling of his hand gripping your hip is now met with him being pressed against your backside to move even closer to your ear.

"I must say I was intrigued after finding it discarded on the sofa last night, left open to the list of sexual positions to insure the most intense orgasms. Should you feel the need to try any of them or find yourself needing a demonstration of my skills first hand, I'll be in my room..."

Your knees nearly buckled when he traced the tip of his tongue along the side of your neck before catching your earlobe between his teeth. The sound of his deep chuckle fading was the only indication you had that he had left the room once again.

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Zawe Ashton Rewrites Regency-core

The "Mr. Malcolm's List" actress on finally being invited to the table of period pieces, and her upcoming Marvel debut.

Zawe Ashton is back in her favorite city, New York, sitting in a room at the Plaza Hotel having just finished a long day of interviews. Her latest film, the Regency-era rom-com “Mr. Malcolm’s List,” will open in the U.S. on Friday (at the premiere on Wednesday she’ll reveal to the world that she and her fiancé, Tom Hiddleston, are expecting a baby), before an August premiere in the U.K., but she’s relishing this moment in the Big Apple, marveling at the film’s birth.

“It’s surreal that it’s coming out at all,” Ashton says, feet tucked underneath her as she sits on the room’s bed. “This film is a low-budget film; it was a labor of love for so many people. Everyone who came aboard did it for the passion, not for the paycheck. And so I knew that we’d made something really lovely, but I didn’t ever expect that we’d be here in New York with the costumes displayed at Saks Fifth Avenue and there being this kind of real buzz around it, you know? It’s lovely.”

“Mr. Malcolm’s List,” which was shot in Dublin during the second lockdown of 2021, is in many ways a little movie that could; it originated as a proof-of-concept short film a few years ago but struggled to find funding to be made into a feature. Then came “Bridgerton” and everything changed.

“I think that created green lights going off across so many different production companies and [‘Mr. Malcolm’s List’] was one of them,” Ashton says.

She was a last-minute addition to the casting, after a few other actors dropped out due to scheduling.

“I got a phone call saying, ‘there’s the script from ‘Mr. Malcolm’s List,’ it’s part of this exciting new wave of Regency work and they need an answer by tomorrow morning,’” Ashton recalls. “It worked really well for me because I’m prone to overthinking and I just had to zone straight in on all of the very primal elements of the project. And the meeting of rom-com and Regency romance, two genres that I love, the intersection of the two of them is even more delicious. The character, the ensemble that was assembled, the opportunity to amplify a first-time female feature director were all green flags. And so in 24 hours I was headed to Dublin.

While doing a Regency film might seem like a given for a British actor, Ashton says it’s not been the case for actors of color until recently — and she’s been eagerly awaiting her chance.

“I grew up like so many British people reading and studying the Jane Austens and the Brontës and the Dickens of the world, and those landscapes are part of your DNA in a way, and you do imagine yourself inside of those roles and inside of those landscapes. I was always aware that there was a real chasm between where my imagination could go and where the scope of the filmic interpretations were,” she says. “So it’s always been quite sad that I’ve never really been invited to the table to partake in the Regency-core and the period drama scene that dominates so much of our TV and film in the U.K. I don’t know, if it takes a lockdown and Shonda Rhimes to change that, then fantastic.

“But I think it was already starting to change,” she continues. “I had really enjoyed ‘David Copperfield’ with Dev Patel. I was extremely excited to see Jodie Turner-Smith taking on a role like Anne Boleyn, and now we have ‘The Gilded Age.’ So there were rumblings, but you need the juggernaut. It’s like with ‘Black Panther,’ we hadn’t necessarily seen a huge Marvel movie with that level of representation and the fact that it not only was a wonderful story, but it made money has opened so many doors. It’s a shame we’ve all had to wait so long. I know myself, Freida Pinto and Ṣọpẹ́ Dìrísù, who were all in the movie and it’s our first ever period piece, all feel the same: there’s a sadness in it having taken so long, but also a real pride in being able to create this work now.”

Her character, Julia, is one you can’t help but root for, even as she makes several less-than-earnest choices along the way. Ashton delights in playing an antihero, she says, and will once again take on the trope when she makes her Marvel debut next year in “The Marvels,” playing the villain in the Nia DaCosta-directed film (the first Marvel movie from a Black female director, who will also be the youngest Marvel director ever.)

“I’ve loved it. I’ve loved every single second. I did not expect it to happen,” Ashton says of joining the Marvel world. “It came out of an opportunity inspired by a real connection with Nia DaCosta, again another fledgling female director. And I just had an intentionality, I think from the end of 2019 where I just thought, ‘I just want to be of service as much as possible in my work. And one of the ways I can do that is to amplify fledgling female filmmaking talent.’”

She and DaCosta Zoomed at the height of the pandemic and bonded, oddly enough, over their love of period pieces and Jane Austen.

“I just threw everything at it,” she says of the role. “I don’t have any expectations of what it will or won’t be. I just know that I’ve played the female antagonist in a fantasy movie. And that feels like a real tick off the bucket list. And I’ve helped the first ever Black woman direct a Marvel movie. And that feels satisfying enough for now, you know?”

And playing a Marvel antagonist is rather fun, it turns out.

“It’s such a theme in my work: I’m never the romantic lead, I’m always just like the edgy one on the side,” she says with a laugh. “I love it. I love an antihero’s journey. I’ve always been drawn to those characters in literature and in film, and in art generally. I would prefer to love someone despite their flaws than be led into the more obvious likable characters. And to play, you get to leave your ego at the door. You get to not worry about being liked. You get to just really play the truth of someone’s experience, and people are messy. Life is messy. I feel like a real sense of achievement if I’ve managed to create a character with deep flaws that people still end up rooting for.” (x)

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Just Dizziness - Chapter 12

That night I dreamt of him again.  This time I was at a coffee shop.  I had an awful night’s sleep.  All I wanted was to get my tea, maybe a sweet, and retreat to my book on my day off.  

While waiting in line, I peered around, trying to find a good place to sit once I had my tea.  I had just spotted a small empty booth when the gentleman in front of me received his order and whipped around, accidentally bumping into me and spilling his coffee all down my front.

“I’m so sorry.  Are you alright?” he said.

I was holding in a shriek as the coffee was extremely hot.  “I’m so sorry sir!  I wasn’t paying attention to how close I was standing,” I replied.

“It’s entirely my fault.  I wasn’t paying attention, and I’m more than happy to pay to have your dress cleaned.”

I was grabbing napkins, trying to soak up some of the coffee, but it was too late.  Although it was one of my favorite dresses, it was old, and this was the final nail telling me it was time to let it go.  I had held onto it for so long because it was incredibly comfortable, but I had spent longer than necessary patching up holes and treating it with the utmost care.  In reality, I should have gotten rid of it some time ago, but it also held memories of me and Sarah  as she was the one who had given it to me many years ago.

“No, it’s ok.  It’s so old, and it was already on its way out anyway.”  

“At least let me pay for your order?”

“You really don’t have to.  I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”  I finally looked up and realized who I was talking to.  As much as I thought I would be starstruck if I ever had the chance to meet Tom Hiddleston, I couldn’t help but lock eyes with him.

When he finally looked at me, he appeared to be awestruck, gazing back at me.  I didn’t realize, but there was mutual enamoration.  I knew who he was and knew he had many thousands….. no, millions of fans and figured this had to be how everyone felt if they ever got the chance to meet him.

I finally spoke.  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

His eyes stayed on me.  He probably had meetings to get to.  I’m sure he wondered why I was staring at him, but I couldn’t help but wonder why he kept staring back at me.

“I’m so sorry.  I assure you, the fault is entirely with me.  I really should pay better attention to those around me.”

Peeling our eyes away from each other, he gestured to me to place my order and then ordered another coffee for himself.  I didn’t know at the time, but we both attempted to resist holding hands.  After all, we just barely met, but by the time our orders came, we were standing closely to each other, fingers millimeters from touching.

“Would you, by chance, be available this evening?  I would love to take you out to dinner.”

I couldn’t help but blush.  No matter what plans I may or may not have had for that evening, they were canceled.  I wasn't even going to bother to check before answering him.

“Yes, yes I am.”

“How does 8 sound?”

“8 sounds great.”  I knew I would criticize myself for that rhyme later.

I gave him my number.  He then texted me so that I would have his.  

“It was such a pleasure meeting you.  I’m so sorry for spilling my coffee on you, but unfortunately I must run.”

I smiled like a loon.  “It’s not a problem.  I hope you have a great day!”

He smiled like a big goof on his way out to the car waiting for him. 

I took my tea and muffin to the booth and pulled out my copy of Wuthering Heights.  I tried to read for the next hour or so but found I couldn’t focus on the pages, my mind drifting back to him.

That evening, he knocked on my door.  I had just finished getting ready after spending hours trying different outfits before finally settling on one.  He took me to dinner at a local restaurant I’d never been to.  We both chatted away, sharing stories about our life.  Without thinking about it, I found that at some point, we were holding hands across the table, neither letting go nor wanting to do so.

Once dinner was over, he took me for a stroll around the park as neither of us seemed to want the night to end.  When there were silences, they were comfortable, which was unusual for me with someone I didn’t really know, especially being with a massively attractive and popular actor..

When he took me home, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, then asked if he could take me on another date the following night to which I eagerly agreed.  I was completely and irrevocably in love with this man I had met only today.  This wasn’t a celebrity crush, at least not anymore.

When waking up from this dream, I had that same loony grin on my face before I realized the dream felt familiar.  I wasn't sure why, but it was just such a great dream.

Chapter 13

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Ding Dong (Part 2)

Tom Hiddleston x (fem)(Hemsworth) Reader

Part 1 here

*Picture from Pinterest*

‘Ding Dong’

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”Shit”

“Fuck what do I do!?”

“Shit Shit Shit!”…“Ummmm, go into my closet and I’ll text you when it’s safe to come out.” He answered

You quickly ran to his room and closed the door as quietly as you could before heading over to his closet.

*At the Door*

Tom quickly looked around for any evidence of your visit before heading to the door.

He opened the door and there stood the one the only Chris Hemsworth. The older and very protective brother of the woman currently hiding in his closet.

“Tom!” The blonde exclaimed

“Chris! How are you?”

“I’m great how about you?”

“Just dandy, let me grab my shoes and we can head on out.”

Tom looked to where his shoes normally are but of course they are not there.

It would be rude of Tom not to invite his friend in after taking so long. So he did just that.

“Here, come on in. I seem to have misplaced my shoes.”

Chris just nodded and walked into the apartment.

Tom quickly looked for his shoes and eventually found them and started putting them on.

“Woah! Long night Tom!?” Chris said with a chuckle.

“What?”

“Well I am just assuming this does not belong to you.”

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Tom looked up to see Chris holding a black laced bra. Your black laced bra.

Shit.

Tom quickly got up and snatched the garment from Chris.

“Yes, one of my mates had his stag party last night. Thing got out of hand. I guess she left this.” He said holding up the bra.

He realized how weird it was and quickly threw it on the couch.

“Anyways. Shall we go?”

“Yes, of course. You can tell me all about last night on the way.”

Fuck

“Yeah maybe not. Nothing to extraordinary”

Not

On the way out they heard a bang coming from his room.

“Oooooo, is she still here?” Chris asked curiously.

“No, nope”

“Well then what was that.”

“I um, I’m watching, a friends, cat.”

“Oh. Ok”

The two proceeded to walk out of the house. Tom locking it on the way out. Then on the way to the car he sent the text.

‘Hey we left, it’s safe to come out now. You can stay there if you want. But if you have something to do then that’s fine. Oh if you leave grab the extra key from the first draw on the right in the kitchen, a key will be there to lock up the place. Oh and you left something on the couch. Talk to you later.’

*While you were in the closet*

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.”

You hurried into the room. You quickly did a sweep across the room of any sign of you incase they would come in here. When you didn’t find anything you quickly went into the closet.

You waited a good 5 minutes until you got restless. And you started looking around. You noticed a box on the top shelf of his closet.

You knew it was bad to snoop but you were bored.

You reached up to get it but you were to short and grabbed it at a weird angle and the box came tumbling down.

You froze.

You quickly checked your phone and still no notification from Tom which meant they were still out there.

Shit

You stayed in that position for a little while longer until you finally got a notification.

He was so sweet. But you couldn’t stay there. Maybe another time.

You quickly sent a text back saying that you had a appointment but that you should definitely meet up later to talk.

You picked up the fallen box and noticed something fell out of it. A picture. A picture of Chris, Tom, and Yourself.

You remember this picture. It was when the 3 of you plus your other siblings went on a trip to the Bahamas after the first Thor movie came out.

You were all so happy.

You remember how close you and Tom got that trip. You were basically inseparable.

And even after the trip you guys would text or call each other everyday.

But then he got more movie roles and you were busy with your job as a model and you guys drifted apart.

You quickly shook the unknown feeling away and put the picture and the box back where they belong.

You then exited the closet and grabbed all your stuff. When you walked out into the living area. You looked to see what you misplaced on the couch. And your cheeks instantly got red.

So that’s where your bra went.

Hopefully your brother didn’t see it.

You grabbed it and stuffed it in your bag. Then you followed Tom’s instructions and found the key.

You made sure you had all your stuff and left.

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[moldy-mold]

fall arrived sooner than we thought

How I’m doing... I feel like things are good now. Figured out a new weekly routine that combines a balance of work and enjoyment. I’m not gaming as much these days so I find more comfort in watching shows with my friends (though we live in different parts of the world). I look forward to that time every week.

Freelance illustration for weddings have seriously picked up though. I am pretty tired of doing it, but it only gets busy in short bursts so I feel like I can endure it until the holidays. Like usual, I will be taking a 2 week vacation doing nothing at home in FL for xmas. Very excited! I am terribly homesick and I miss my parents...

Kinda got into pizza. Like, I’m trying a different frozen pizza from the store every week just to compare them to restaurant pizza.

We had visitors... Some of my roommate’s friends from college came to visit. I wasn’t very close to them and I haven’t seen some of them since I graduated... So that’s like, 10 years ago? I thought it was going to be awkward but it turns out we had a lot more in common than before lol! Listen, card games unite people. One of them used to play YGO competitively (much respect) so we had a lot to talk about haha. One of the others likes R.Evil and S.Hill so there was even more for me to scream about! I think once I find mutual interests, the tension in my body disappears and I’m able to communicate like a normal person. We had a great time giving them the tour of ATL. It was nice to see the gardens again after several years.

Watched a number of films... October is usually our choice month for cinema. The spooky theme this year was gothic horror! The completed watch list: The Woman in Black (w/ Daniel Radcliffe) ◆◆◇ Crimson Peak (Tom Hiddleston) ◆◆◆ The Others (Nicole Kidman) ◆◆◆ 1408 (John Cusack, Samuel L Jackson) ◆◇◇ The House (stop-motion) ◆◆◇

My feelings about social media... I think it’s been long enough that I have successfully detached myself from it. My health improved greatly since I started limiting my time on twt. After some thought, I decided upon a new strategy in managing my platforms. Ironically, when I decide to come back is when everything catches on fire and people leave in droves. Typical clown behavior of mine.

Other than that, I’ve becoming less strict with my online persona (whatever that was) and I’m trying to comment more on people’s artwork. Let’s support each other!

The Plant Saga...

I finally got an orchid! That was on my wishlist for a long time, so I rescued “MOMO” from the dying plant sale section. It was $40 but I got it for $7. It’s my goal next year to get her to bloom again. It’s not complicated, but getting the right humidity levels might be challenging.

Last year, my mom gave me a Thai chili sprout that she grew from the seed of one of her own peppers. Weather permitting, my baby chili plant can finally grow some peppers of its own! Ultimately, I will be turning this plant into a bonchi (bonsai-chili) once it gets a bit larger. Turning plants into bonsai is my newly discovered hobby of the year lol.

I have some wildflower seeds that I started in the summer. I don’t know what’s in it. Just threw it in a pot to see what would survive. Hopefully I can get some blooms before the frost comes!

30 year old life goals... I stumbled upon a Jp vlogger one day and it changed me. Her videos are SO BEAUTIFUL! A lot of the time she’s just cleaning or cooking but it made me want to do it too... Also, I love her furniture so much! T_T They say that if you consistently expose yourself to people who you admire, they will naturally rub off on you. So I’m trying to watch all her videos while I’m working so I can absorb her vibes (and her furniture). 😂

Thanks for reading! Until we meet again...!

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[smolvenger]

A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter Sixteen (Loki x fem! Reader, Hiddlesverse Crossover Series)

Series Summary: Based on Sarah J Mass's A Court of Thorns and Roses series with the Tom Hiddleston characters. You are a woman of 1880's in Aldwinter in Essex, England, dying of tuberculosis. Never to be married to the local Lusty Vicar. When Loki appears to you and offers to heal you...if you spend a week of every month with him

Chapter Summary: Grendel arrives, as does Will.

Chapter warnings: Violence, mentions of death and blood, and implications of sexual violence but no actual scenes. Lots of angst and a cliffhanger at the end with a brief bit of fluff.

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A/N: This is technically a season one finale. But hoo boy is this continuing because I'm not evil. Also...everything that happens is inspired by Sarah J Maas's work. So blame her, ehehhehe.

A hand flew over your mouth. Your eyes took him in, the shock going like electricity through your body. The edges of your vision spin. It was Will- the long, curly auburn hair and goatee, the scarf, and his long coat with his dark sweater beneath. Handsome like any lady's fantasy. He went up to you. But you could not speak, taking him in. A few tears well up, the past feelings returning to you like a sudden wave from the sea crashing on you. Your heart could have burst from how much love and how much hate you could feel for one person in one moment. 

Grendel kept smiling, and then with a flick of his hand, lit torches appeared on the cave wall.

“The better for you to see your handsome vicar, my dear-should I leave you two star-crossed lovers alone?” he asked.

Will reached forward and held one of your hands that dropped to your sides.

“Y/N…are you alright?” he asked.

“Alright? Alright?! I’m before Grendel! I have never been less alright! And answer me, Will…what are you doing here? All the way here?!” you asked, your voice shaky.

You tore away from Will and went before Grendel. 

“Why did you bring him here?” you questioned. 

Grendel kept his smile. He conjured up a throne made of smooth cave rock and several lit torches to be on the wall. He sat on it and smirked, as if all of it was his castle. 

“I heard your story in whispers. The poor girl so desperate to save herself from dying she struck a bargain with a god. Becoming a whore for him to save her life. Healed, but left enchanted by him. Bound to go to him at least once a month. Until she fled for the god, leaving behind the poor rector who loved her …well…I decided to meet this rector and strike a bargain myself with him…”

With casual grace, Grendel walked down to you, grabbing your shoulders. Fingers digging in like claws. Turning you to your ex-fiancee. Will merely frowned with a serene sadness, his large hands in the pocket of his long coat. Grendel continued, his voice loud and theatrical.

“If he allowed me to let my army settle in his town, I in turn promised to give the vicar back his blushing-”

Grendel shoved you forward in Will’s direction.

“-bride!”

The force of the push sent you down to the ground. You landed there, the hard floor knocking the air out of you. Wil hurried forward and helped you up. His hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look right at him.

“Tell me, my dear- Has Loki hurt you?” he asked. “Grendel said he’d help! That he’d save you and bring you back home!”

You felt your jaw clench as you looked right into his eyes.

“Loki never once hurt me! You cried.

Grendel went to the throne and stretched his legs, swinging them both over the arms of the seat.

“Hmph must be the enchantment talking,” he commented.

You heard the grunts of the men and turned your eyes to the scene.

Loki got out his daggers. He swung them, gritting his teeth. The rings on his hand glittered in the dim light of the cave- for he was decorated even when fighting. You felt a small twinge of hope as he stabbed one man in the stomach and pulled it out. The spellbook and dagger were tossed aside, far from his reach. Loki then killed a second man, and then a third…But then immediately came another after another. 

Hal advanced on one with his sword, doing well but then a second came behind and he had to swing to fight. 

Jonathan's sword was knocked out of his hand, so he resolved to punch a soldier in the face, then grabbed him by the shirt and kicked him. Desperately going to grab the handle of his weapon. 

Robert fought well, his daggers keeping up and ducking the attacks of his soldiers. He quickly slit one throat but another went up from behind and grabbed him. 

Thomas was disarmed quickly. He laid a good punch but then they all grabbed him and held him back. 

Your heart ached and you gasped as one grabbed Jonathan. They began to punch his face with such force. Jonathan let out cries from the pain. Then they tossed him down and held him and kept punching him in the face, blood coming out.

“Listen, Mortal Girl…” Grendel began.

You turned around to face the mastermind behind all of this. An enigmatic smile on his face as his green eyes crinkled. 

“I must uphold my end of the deal. So I have one for you. Let me break that bargain. I have the magic to do it. Go back to this lovely town and this lovely man and stay there. You won’t cough blood and drop dead…but no more crashed weddings or monthly little trips you are bound to take…”

“And if not…” you voiced.

“Then I guess all of your little friends are dead,” Grendel answered.

Will dropped his jaw, his face becoming white.

You heard a cry and turning back, to your horror, they had Robert. They grabbed him and held his arms back. One whipped out a dagger and stabbed him in the foot. Robert let out a scream.

Feeling your teeth-baring, you whipped out your dagger. You took a step to the throne, pointing the blade at Grendel’s heart

“I’ll kill you first!” you threatened.

A couple of soldiers by his side stepped forward, but Grendel raised his hand at them to stop them. His arrogant smirk was still on his face. 

“Try me, my dear,” he dared. 

You threw the dagger forward at him, but it bounced off his chest as if he were made of stone far stronger than the blade with a “ching” sound. The dagger fell uselessly on the ground.

“The Cauldron made me untouchable. Try all you want- I will still live,” he said. 

Will approached Grendel, his brow ceased and his voice a little louder.

“You said you wouldn’t harm anyone!” he accused.

Grendel shrugged and let out a little laugh at him.

“I said I would get them back. I never said how I would get them back. But oh well- desperate times call for desperate measures”

You ran forward and picked up the dagger, gripping the handle. Your chest was tight and your hand shook as you sheathed it. 

Turning back, Hal was now caught, they took away his sword. He cried as a blade from a soldier laid a cut over his chest, his leather jacket bleeding.

“You can’t! These men…. they are my friends! And I… I love Loki!” you cried.

“Love, pah! Must be that spell still talking,” Grendel replied. Then he sat up, clapped his hands, and rubbed them together in delight.

 “Oh…and speaking of your friends…”

He gestured over to the corner. More figures emerged into the light.

 Two men of Grendels dragged up, Stella and Sif. Captured, gagged, and bound with their arms back. 

Horror rose in your throat. They tried to struggle against their bindings and arms in vain. Stella was sobbing, and Sif’s eyes flashed fire at her captors.

Will stepped forward but the invisible wall prevented him. He stared at Stella with wide eyes.

“Miss Harris?! They took her too?!” he cried.

You gripped the handle of the dagger, half-tempted to stab the priest there and then.

“That was why she was missing in the first place…Grendel took her!” you explained, your tone angry. 

Will stepped back, his eyebrows raising. The men were chuckling as they moved the women over to the bubbling cauldron. Stella’s gagged screams echoed in the cave. You saw Jonathan turn up at once to the sound. He kicked his attacker and tried to crawl forward to where she was but he was grabbed again and held back. The despair on his face could have shattered you. 

Grendel looked at both, smiling big. He looked over at the soldiers that held the women.

“I was wondering, my dear gentlemen…Which should we dunk into the cauldron first as an experiment- the English Rose or the Valkyrie?”

The men laughed at them. Stella’s blue eyes were wide and she shook. Sif kept struggling, pushing against the soldier who held her. 

Grendel walked forward, going through the invisible wall like mist easily. You followed, but it bound you back.

“Stella! Sif!!” you cried. You kept beating at it with your fists- and nothing. Slamming and kicking against it uselessly. 

Grendel went up to Stella and lifted her chin to him. You could see the tears running down your friend’s face as he did. Her bound hands behind her back trembled violently at the feeling of his hand. 

Jonathan noticed and again tried to shove himself closer, but the strong arms held him back. Robert tried to hobble over at the sight of them, but they restrained him as well. 

“I do remember, I have taken a shine to that little Rose and my bed has been rather cold lately…I’d still like to keep her as a little prize of mine.”

Will walked forward, then stopped in his steps, his arms falling to his sides as he could only watch. Jonathan broke out for a second. He tried to run over, but Grendel’s men grabbed and restrained him again. landing a punch on the night manager’s jaw. 

“Hold my prize still so she may watch her companion drown before you bring her over to me… let us dunk the Valkyrie first. If she drowns, she drowns, but…It will be quite nice if she survives- we all know the only thing better than one woman is two!”

The two men burst out laughing. Stella let out a stifled sob from her gag. Robert let out a cry- “Sif! Stella!” but was silenced as one of the soldiers slapped him.

 Grendel began to walk back toward you and Will, hands in pockets, going easily through the invisible wall. 

As they led her to the cauldron, they lifted her up to throw her. You found yourself letting out a scream, beating against the wall, Stella’s was still behind her gag.

Sif let out a grunt and finally shoved her shoulders and kicked at the man who held her. He grunted as he fell back. Her strong arms broke her hands out of her bindings. She punched Stella’s captor, then grabbed his sword still sheathed. She put her free arm around Stella pointing her sword at them. Then she lifted it to Grendel in a promise of death.

“If any of you lays a finger on her or me, I will clear your heads from your spines!” she barked. 

“Challenge accepted,” Grendel replied. 

Sif guarded Stella behind her as she fought them off.  She stabbed the first guard through the neck and then sliced open the stomach of the other. Blood spilled over the cave floor, their bodies dropped dead. She placed one arm around Stella and one around the hilt of the sword. Scanning everything and everyone getting near her. Calculating how much she could fight off with one hand.But as she turned, five more men were joining their ranks. Their swords up. And they were backing her and Stella into a wall

You saw Thomas try to go forward, but he was kicked at until his hold on it let go. His sword fell and he was disarmed. They slapped him and then one soldier drew up his blade You saw it stab him in the arm and he screamed. You put a hand over your mouth.

Robert was being kicked tenfold. He managed out of their arms, but the swords of the soldiers were advancing on him. He narrowly avoided killing blows, though they landed cuts onto his face, his arm, his leg- all bleeding fresh, red blood.

.  One soldier grabbed Loki and ran a blade into his back. You let out another scream, hurtling forward, until you nearly fell. He grunted, still alive. For he was a god, and that alone couldn’t kill him…but he was still weakened. He fell to his knees, shaking, teeth getting in pain. 

You kept hitting the wall- and it kept holding you back. You couldn’t save any of them…only watch.

You were all outnumbered. Loki was stabbed, on the ground. Hal and Thomas had cuts on their body, fresh blood coming out. Robert was being held up before being thrown on the ground, his blood staining where he fell. Jonathan was getting punched and bruised to where you could not recognize his face. Stella was shaking, broken, and crying- her nightmare repeating itself all over again. The poor woman was never taught how to fight properly, as you had. Knowing what was inevitable if one of the men got her. Sif’s eyes were furious, her sword prepared in one hand, the other arm over Stella… but how much could the Asgardian warrior take until the sheer numbers won over her?

You were going to watch as they were killed or taken, one by one. Hal who wanted honor. Jonathan purpose. Robert peace. Thomas freedom. And Loki love. Sif, the great heroine of Asgard and Stella, who comforted and stood by you as your friend for years…

You then looked at Loki where he sat there, bleeding. His eyes lifted to see yours. You stared at each other for a second.

“I’m sorry…” you sent out to him. Even though the cave’s powers had blocked the thought, he didn’t need your bond to hear it. To understand.

He knew what you were going to do. His lips went tight, the tears welling up in him. There was nothing of fury, frustration, or denial of your choice in his face. It was something of a small, sad smile at you.

You turned around to face the throne and the one who started all of this.

“Break the bargain!” you cried out, your hands up to stop everything.

Taking in a shaky breath, and wiping tears with your hand with the hand that had the ring, you then turned to Grendel. 

With a pitiful voice, you began to plead, “Break it then. Break the bargain. Break the spell. Take me back home will Will but…spare them! All of them! Please! I’ll do anything- just spare them!”

“Really- do you mean it?” he asked.

Glancing back, The soldier grabbed your True Love, their blade reached up. Who knew if this was a god’s killing blow was. 

You would not find out. Not now. Fear, despair, and desperation flood your being.

“You heard me- break it!” you cried to him.

Grendel looked at you and then held up one hand. You heard the clanging blades and shouts of those out there cease. When you turned, all had paused. You saw the soldier over Loki holding up his blade, hanging over like the sword of Damocles. 

“Everyone! Please stop what you are doing! Keep them still- we’re practical. Don’t let them get any weapons-just still. Don’t harm our guests.

The armies relented in their torture of the people you all loved. The soldier with Loki sheathed his blade. They let go of their victims. Everyone stood and lay there, their chests heaving with lost breath. All eyes were terrified as they watched you.

Grendel puffed out his chest, then twirled his finger in the air

“Now…let’s cut the tie binding you to the Trickster God.”

With a flip of his hand, the white magic from his hand washed on you. Pain seared in you like a cut, you let out a cry as it washed over. 

Then it vanished. You looked down at your hands- the star marks were only faint now. Like washed-off ink.

You looked down at the variants. Pale and drooping, injured and bleeding.  You looked at Sif, never relenting with her arm down. Her grip was tight around the sword. And Stella, who knew how much everyone, including her, meant to you. And the price you were willing to pay. Tears still fell from her. Loki’s mouth opened a little, he panted hard. Then shakily, he went up to stand, watching you with quiet tears.

“Will you let them be safe?” you asked Grendel.

“I am a man of my word. Now let’s send everyone back to their little homes- you think Loki is the only one who can make portals? ”

You looked at Loki. You went to the wall and touched one side. He groaned as he walked over. His hand touching the other. The contact of bare flesh kept by the wall. 

Before either of you could voice a goodbye,  they all vanished in a mist of white from Grendel. 

“Now, Sir- take your runaway bride and send her back home!” 

You felt Will’s arm around you for protection and tears welled up in your eyes. You hated his touch, his soft warm touch. You hid your face down, letting them fall. All that training and power and those adventures…for nothing. You felt like a little child again lost in the dark and alone as you cried. Even as the white magic went over. Your vision blurred with the mist and your tears the cave itself vanished into the mist and you were transported.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The group plopped down into Asgard and the throne room of the palace They all landed with grunts and groans. Sif, recognizing her place, sheathed her sword. Her arm around the mortal she was ordered to guard dropped

 Guards ran and courtiers began to head to the party, and it was Stella who shot forth. A shaking hand clutched the blue beads and charms she wore around her neck. She stopped before them.

“Please! We need healers! Now! Everyone’s hurt! Hurry!” she pleaded.

They were all immediately brought to the Healer’s quarters in the palace. They hurried forth, each taking someone. Women in long, plain dresses with their hair tied up. They bore bandages and treatments. One dabbed ointment over Jonathan’s face as he winced. Another a patch for the black eye on the former Night Manager turned spy. Hal’s jacket was removed as they wrapped bandages over the cuts on his middle body. Thomas groaned as one was wrapped on his injuries. Robert expertly wrapped his own, informing them of what was and wasn’t hurt. Stella stayed, making sure all were safe and stable, as did Sif. Neither had the heart to leave the suffering group, though they were physically unscathed. The bleeding on Loki’s back stopped and it was announced he would be fine. 

It was only minutes later, that in hurried the royal family- Odin, Frigga, and Thor. Their mouths gaped open like fish at the sight of the injured circle.

“Oh norns! What has happened!” Cried Frigga. 

She recognized Loki in his bed in his part of the room and rushed up to him, holding him at once. Thor piled onto the hug too in a half tackle, though his brother groaned from the god of thunder’s massive impact.

“What were you doing?” Odin asked, albeit a little cold though he stepped closer to Loki. 

“Mother, Father, Brother…Grendel is back…that’s why we are gathered here…” Loki finally admitted.

Thor looked over at the other beds in those cavelike quarters as the healers fretted over them. He counted each head he saw and noticed one was missing.

“Where’s Y/N?” asked Thor.

Loki sat up, wrapping an arm around himself. He explained it in brief. Frigga rang her hands and even Odin himself seemed a little shaken. 

“Oh, our poor Y/N!!” Frigga replied.

After an hour of bandaging and checking, It was then announced by the healers that all were stable. Odin asked the women to leave. He wanted to speak to everyone. The healers bowed their heads and left. Then he turned around. 

“All of you should have known better than to take on Grendel with only your group and not an army at least!” he cried.

“We did not know Grendel himself nor his men would be there. His secret to his life is a cauldron, and we were hunting it, not him,” Loki argued.  “And don’t blame the other mortals- it was all on me. I gathered them because I thought there was a key to-”

Odin waved Loki off with a hand in the air and his eye went between him and Thor. With his tone, the AllFather indeed sounded like a Father.

“You listen as well, Thor, and learn! To think- my sons starting battles of their own out of frivolity. And unprepared as well! You should only fight when wars are formally declared. Not running around being rash and getting into trouble, not to mention risking your lives! Besides- you should consider the more regal matters of princes…such as marriage!”

Loki looked down. His blue eyes sparkled and his lips tight as if trying not to laugh. Sif’s eyes shined towards Thor, but the god of thunder only kept his hands folded and his gaze at his father. 

 “We hope to have a banquet in a week with several royal families- you both shouldn’t be fighting enemies you aren’t prepared to take and on potential alliances, we may seal with either of you getting married!” Odin continued to scold. 

“That’s illegal now. And impossible,” Loki replied, his hands bare as he looked down on them, fingers cut and bleeding lightly. He swallowed, his lips melting into a tight, twitchy frown.

Odin let out an exasperated sigh. Loki put up his hand in the air and it stayed.

“Oh, you both know it’s not a matter of winning hearts- it’s of diplomacy-”

Loki’s magic revealed one golden band on his finger. Hidden from his gift of illusion. A golden band that one never noticed among the rings he wore as a prince.

“It’s impossible, Father…because I’m already married.”

Everyone froze.  Frigga’s hand flew over her mouth and there were quiet gasps. Thor took a step back, as if dizzy. Odin himself stared at his adopted son’s hands with one big eye.  

“To…to who?!” he asked.

“Last night…Y/N and I decided to marry before we faced the cauldron and possibly Grendel, should anything happen. So we went to the city. To a temple. We went to a priest, and he married us. Another priest bore witness- you may ask them yourself.”

“She…she’s married?” Stella murmured, her voice soft as she could hardly believe it either.

Frigga held out her hand and Odin couldn’t deny her that to steady her. Thor’s jaw remained open as his blue eyes scanned the room, taking it in. 

“So this means, she is…” Thor began.

“The Princess of Asgard, yes,” Loki confirmed.

“Why did you do this?” asked Odin, his voice getting to yelling.

Loki turned red as he leaned forward.

“Because I love her!” he argued back.

Frigga rested a hand on her husband’s chest and that seemed to calm him down. Though he panted and his face was red.

The god of mischief gave steadying looking at each shocked face. Seeing as his parents made no other reply, he continued.

 “I married her. Not as my property. Not as a prop to be perfect as I do every wretched thing when she cannot. Not as a martyr confined to keep my house, bear my children, and stand away and watch as I dance with another. And never complain about it. To tear herself apart with a smile for me as I wander far and away from her to warm another’s bed. No-She is my wife. More than a wife- she is my equal. If there is anyone who can make a god fall down to worship her-  it is she. My beloved mortal woman. My True Love. My love to stand by me for all eternity. A princess- and should the time ever come, a queen. Where all must bow to her as they do to me. Father, Mother- It is her as my princess or it is no one. Even if every person and every being in every realm was offered up to me…it is still her I would choose. So we may stand by each other through whatever else may happen to us. And she deserves to stand by my side as royalty, worshipped, protected, and loved for eternity.”

There was silence as his words sank in. Frigga broke it.

“She is not eternal herself. She is a mortal. And she will die in less than a century at least, Loki. Has she…eaten one of Idunn’s apples?” she asked.

“No, not yet,” he answered. 

 Thor went up to his brother and then gave him a brief hug.

“I only wish you congrats on your good fortune, brief as it was…she was good for you…”

Thor let go, and then his brow furrowed. Connecting more of the pieces. He began to chatter on.

“As princess…she is one of us-she is in line for the throne should we die, brother. Though…all of Asgard now serves her. It’s armies, it’s magic, it’s fortune, it’s people…”

“Yes. Exactly.” Loki agreed. “Which was partly why we did it.”

‘Yet…you are now cut from her forever,” said Frigga. “Trapped in Midgard, in her home.” 

Loki gave a small smile, tears in his eyes. 

“No, not cut…just a brief parting. Mother. A goodbye to my princess, my wife, my True Love, only for now. I’ll see her again before I know it...if I must cross every line and scour every realm to find her again…I will…”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Grendel’s magic had you appear on the grass. You could smell the sea nearby and the recent rain. You both landed as easily as if you were standing there. Overcast, grey clouds hung over the sky. The wind was strong and bitter cold, making you shiver in your leathers. By now, it was a warmer season here in Aldwinter. Ald which was German for “old”. For the winter here was old because it never truly ended. 

“My prayers were answered-You’re safe, and you’re home again, my dear!” Will said. 

“Yes…yes, I am. Shaken, but I’ll be fine…” you replied though it was nearly half your voice—the tears drying cold on your face.

Will led you to an embrace and you hesitated to complete it, but did embrace back. 

He let go and smiled at you- the wind blew against him, his curls back. The scarf he wore moved to the side in the gust. His black sweater and grey pants were untouched by the bloody madness of Baldur’s cave. 

He touched your arm and you began to walk through the field.

“You will be safe now, I promise…let me take you back to your home…your mother and father will weep with relief when they see you. Everyone shall.”

You glanced down at your hand. The star marks were faded…but still there. You stared at the glittering ring on your finger. The little sparkle like a wink in the emerald.

Your wedding ring.

Swallowing your anger and grief, you smiled at him, nodding. Wiping away tears. Playing the part well- the innocent woman abducted and defiled by the Trickster god. Glad to return to her home. To her priest. To be his obedient little wife who only smiled and memorized Bible verses and kept his house tidy as he fucked other women against trees.

Yes, let him believe you were her now.

He draped his coat over you and walked back, a hand around your waist possessively. 

You looked over and saw a dandelion in the field. It bent in the wind. Focusing on it briefly.

It stood up. Then it’s stem broke and in a thousand little fuzzy puffs that floated away in the wind. 

You smiled.

“Loki…can you hear me? Are you in Asgard? Is everyone there?” you sent out.

“Yes I am…we’re fine. Everyone’s safe- Hal, Robert, Thomas, Jonathan, Sif, Stella- we’re all alive.”

“I’m glad. Now that we’re out of that cave, my powers are working,” you sent out across realms to your husband.

Across the field was a river. And past the river the white houses of the town.

“Oh, thank norns,” he replied realms away. “It is deep, ancient magic. Impossible for someone like Grendel to break completely.”

You could sense it. The people rushing out of their houses to gape. The whispers among them. The awe and relief and judgment and the gossip and eyes. All thinking you were the Prodigal Daughter returned to repent. 

None suspecting your secret. Much less, your powers. 

“Don’t fret, all will be well now,” Will assured you.

You looked at him, smiling at him. Not revealing a thing. The thoughts and the plans in your head already turning. You were going to leave someday…but not without destroying him. Right where it would hurt. 

“Yes…all will be well…” you repeated

And so, the Lusty Vicar led the Princess of Asgard right into the heart of his town.

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A Proud Boyfriend ☁️

Pairing= Henry Cavill x Flight Attendant! Reader

Word count: 1,254

Warnings= inappropriate touching? Implications of smut

Summary: Henry and Y/n are on two different flights, although Y/n knows better than to question the fact that Henry always gets his way

Requests are open!

Likes, Re-blogs and Comments are appreciated♥️

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(Y/n’s P.O.V)

I looked into the mirror straightening out my pencil skirt, fixing my name badge and the tiny scarf around my neck. My suitcase lying ready at the foot of our bed as my boyfriend Henry was still in the bathroom getting ready.

“Henry babe, you’re going to miss your flight and i’m going to be late for work if you dont hurry up!” I said shouting into him slipping on my black heels giving me a height boost of a few inches, yet somehow Henry still managed to tower over me.

“I’m coming lovely, don’t worry we both won’t be late or is my name not superman” He said shooting me a cheeky grin before grabbing my hand and my suitcase, before leading me out of our bedroom and down the stairs.

“Are you sure you’re not on my flight babe?” Henry said bringing us outside and putting all of our luggage into the trunk of his car.

“I’m sure babe, i’m attending a flight to New York and you’ll be on a flight to L.A”

“Can you not ask or something to get you changed?” Henry said finally closing the trunk whining slightly before opening my door for me and then getting into the driver’s side.

“As much as i’d love to work on your flight bub my schedules already been confirmed and checked” I said adjusting his growing hair behind his ear before grabbing his stubbly chin to look at me, as I pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Ugh Y/n you got lipstick on me didn’t you?” He said grumbling, harshly rubbing at his lips in the car mirror.

“Hey you weren’t complaining about the lipstick last night bear” I said smirking at him before turning to look out the window.

[At the Airport]

With Henry’s luggage on a trolley and mine in my hand, it was unfortunately time for us to go to different sides of the airport.

“Alright baby, you know how it goes: stay safe, text me when you land, call me when you get to your hotel and don’t miss me too much” Henry said winking at me before placing small kisses on both my cheeks, and then my lips for a little longer.

“Sir, yes Sir” I said jokingly saluting him before pulling him in for one more massive bear hug. His huge arms engulfing me instantly into a cocoon of warmth and love.

“Such a shame, I wanted to see you working in this uniform too” He said clenching his teeth before subtly giving my ass a slight grab, his other hand cradling the back of my head clearly not wanting to let go of me yet.

ANNOUNCEMENT: *Can all passengers on the flight 247 to New York, please find their way to gate 18*

The speaker said overhead, cutting me and Henry's time together even shorter.

"Alright bear, it's time for me to go now, I love you okay?" I said pulling away to look at him while cupping his cheeks, bringing him in for one more final kiss.

"I love you too gorgeous and i’ll miss you so much”

Taking the handle of my suitcase, I started walking towards the direction of my gate, occasionally looking back at Henry to see him still watching me leave until I was out of sight.

[On Y/n’s Airplane]

“Y/n what are you doing here?” Captain Shields said looking up from his seat as I walked into the cockpit.

“What do you mean? I’m on this flight it said on the schedule” I said tilting my head a little bit, feeling confused at their confusion.

“Ugh, did Rachel not tell you?”

“Tell me what?” I said walking further into the room.

“She asked to take your shift today on this flight, something about meeting her boyfriend in New York. Your new shift is on a flight to Los Angeles, flight 826. Is that okay?” Captain said looking at me, clearly in pity seeing that I had walked all the way over here for no reason.

“Yep that’s fine, when does that flight depart?”

“I’d say another 15 minutes so you better get going

Y/n"

Walking back to the main part of the plane realisation hit, that was Henry's plane. Looks like the cheeky bear does get his way after all, guess it’ll be a nice surprise for him.

I grabbed my luggage and headed back towards the corridor connected to the plane, and down the main link corridor of the airport walking to my new gate. Gate 34.

Walking towards the gate, I realised I was the last one to board. Heading through the staff lounge, I boarded onto the plane and set my luggage by the stewardess cabins. Before once again fixing myself in the mirror and walking out to the main area of the plane.

Well what do you know, my one and only boyfriend is right at the back of the first class seating area, I could tell he was shocked by the way his eyes widened when he saw me.

My fellow attendant Sam told me to go down the lanes and make sure everyone’s seat belt was fastened, and everyone was compliant except for of course one.

“Is your seatbelt fastened sir?” I asked Henry trying to stay professional despite the smirk growing on his face as he looked me up and down.

“I actually don’t know how to fasten these type of seatbelts” He said smugly acting dumb.

“Come on Henry don’t be difficult” I said pouting slightly knowing he was going to get his way, once again.

“Why don’t you show me how to buckle it?” He said leaning back a bit, watching me as I leaned down and bucked his seatbelt for him. Feeling his eyes on me the entire time as he discreetly placed a few kisses on my neck.

Standing back up I continued my way down the aisle, and back up again feeling his eyes on me constantly, he would definitely be bringing this up in the bedroom.

[2 Hours In]

I was about to walk about the plane when I realised a certain someone had fallen asleep, grabbing a blanket from the shelf I walked over and gently tucked him in. Luckily all the seats surrounding Henry had been empty due to not so many people flying during the pandemic.

“Thank you baby” I heard him say sleepily, making my heart melt as I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

[After The Flight]

I picked up my luggage and headed towards the exit of the airport when I felt a hand intertwine with mine.

“I loved seeing you work baby, makes me so proud to be able to call you my girlfriend” Henry said holding my hand as he directed me towards the conveyer belt filled with luggage.

“I must say, you are one troublesome passenger Mr Cavill, getting me all hot and bothered” I said teasing him watching him pick up his three suitcases placing them onto his trolley.

“Mhm i’m sure you were, now how long are you in L.A for my dear?” He said now standing in front of me, his two hands holding my waist, him staring deeply into my eyes to a point where I blanked out a little bit.

“Hmm i’m here for around five days I think? Then i’m back home for a week or two” I answered unsurely not remembering my timetable.

“Well until you’re back on a plane, I want you on my bed”

#henry cavill rpf #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #girlfriend #x reader #boyfriend #boyfriend imagine #fluff #romance #imagine #writerscorner #marvel #superman #oneshots #henry cavill

[sluttywonwoo]

The level in which I wanna ride Wonwoo while he reads to me with that sexy voice of his is so high.

Your thoughts? 🎤

it would be something like tom hiddleston’s reading of erotic poetry… wonwoo would pick the classiest erotica in existence- something with a hardback cover, inlaid with gold leaf lettering and designs… it would rest in between your bodies as you sat on wonwoo’s lap, trying your best to stay still as he read.

he doesn’t let you ride him right away. he wants to see how long you can last just cockwarming him. you’re usually pretty impatient when you’re cockwarming wonwoo on a regular day, but throw in him reading pure filth out loud- you’ll never last. you both know it, but wonwoo loves watching you squirm so he puts on the specs that drive you crazy and opens the book to the first page.

you clench around him each time he licks his finger to turn the page. normally that sort of thing would annoy you, but all you can think about right now is that same finger on your clit.

your resolve starts to crack when he gets into a section about the woman in the novel finally giving in to her lust and sleeping with her lover for the first time. the ingenue finds herself in a position much like the one you were currently in. and as she fucks herself on her lover’s cock you imagine yourself doing the same. you let your eyes flutter shut and think about how good it would feel to ride wonwoo like the woman was riding her fiancé.

“baby, you’re dripping all over me.”

wonwoo goes quiet for a moment and you wonder why he stopped reading so suddenly before realizing the last sentence hadn’t been a line from the book and you were actually dripping all over him.

your cheeks warm in embarrassment and you look away, avoiding eye contact.

“i’m sorry, it’s just really turning me on.”

wonwoo chuckles. “i can tell. it’s hot.”

“i want to be her,” you whine, feeling brave enough to meet your boyfriends eyes again.

“yeah? you want to ride me?”

“please…”

“go ahead, baby. i think you’ve earned it.”

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #wonwoo smut

[lokiskitten]

hiii can you please do tom as dad's best friend/co-worker where they finally meet each other in her dad's office? and that y/n dad have to take an urgen flight trip thats why he needed tom to look after y/n for a couple of days. lots of sexual tension and dirty talk! (also age gap if that's alright with you?) 😌 make it real smutty and kinky u know the drill :) ty!!

Tom Hiddleston | unique babysitter

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : being a single father, your dad has no choice but to leave you at home with a friend after he has been called for an urgent business travel. Surprisingly enough, you manage to end up enjoying Tom’s exhilarating company.

warnings : smut, age gap, dirty talking, slight dub/con, virgin!reader, innocence kink, dry humping, unprotected sex, slight after care and cuddling.

Around a week ago, your dad had finally agreed to take you to his office in order for you to discover his job. You had never really understood the way he made a living, and it had therefore been the occasion for you to get to learn more about his work whilst earning the chance to spend some extra time with him. Ever since your mom had left, you had allowed yourself to drift away from your father- an unwilling habit which had brought harm to the two of you throughout the years. But now was your chance to do better by supporting the older man through his daily life and by letting him know that he was not alone. Though, your little trip to his office had allowed you to meet with one of his closest coworkers : a so called Tom Hiddleston.

The man worked at the desk next to your dad’s, which allowed you to get a good view of his friend whilst they both worked. The room remained silent- the sounds of the keyboards being put to good use offering a pretty symphony. Your orbs would sometimes divert towards the infamous older man, feeling your cheeks heat up whenever his blue eyes would take notice of your stares and look up at you- leading your embarrassed self to look away. From the corner of your eyes, you could tell that this gesture had amused him due to the way his lips seemed to curl up whilst his chest bobbed upwards gently. Your hands fidgeted together, this little game lasting through the entire afternoon until it was finally time for you and your father to go home. But even after disappearing from one another’s sight, none of you appeared to forget about the other.

The next day, your dad had announced to you that he would be forced to leave for a couple of days due to an important business offer he simply couldn’t push away. At first, you felt okay with it... until this one added up that his coworker and friend, Tom, would be in charge of taking care of you for the few upcoming days. This stroke anxiety within your heart. The man you had desperately stared at for hours yesterday would now be assigned as your babysitter? The thought of getting to spend time alone with him was surely exciting, but also intimidating. Therefore, you decided to use arguments in order to dodge your father’s announcement, and potentially call off this whole babysitter issue which you believed was unnecessary for a girl such as you.

The first argument you decide to pull up was the fact that you were eighteen, and therefore not in need of a babysitter anymore. You could take care of yourself, which you did whenever your father was at work. But to the older man, this wasn’t the issue. He felt pleased to remind you what had happened the last time he had trusted you to be alone for a couple of days, and you had no choice but to remain silent face to his prominent argument, and your lack of snap back. Even though you could’ve probably explained that this event took place a couple of years back, and that you were now a legal adult to society, you decided to submit to your father’s announcement and decision.

Coming back to the present, you were currently sat in the living room whilst waiting for Tom to arrive. Your father had left a couple of minutes ago already, as he didn’t wish to miss his plane due to his coworker being late- who he trusted in taking good care of you. But little did he know, the older man would do much more than simply cook dinner for the two of you before tucking you in for a good night of sleep. When the bell finally rang, your head diverted towards the door in a hurry before your whole silhouette made an effort to get up from the sofa in order to reach for the entry of your home. Nervously, your hand took ahold of the handle before twisting it and allowing the door to open, revealing your dad’s smily coworker. “Good evening, Princess. I’m sorry I’m late.” He affirmed as your eyes slowly slid down towards the postman bag he carried on his right shoulder.

Face to your prolonged silence, he decided to step in one more time. “May I come in?” Tom asked, hoping that this sentence would manage to pull you out of your thoughts. And it did. “Oh yes, sure. I’m sorry...” You responded, an awkward chuckle escaping your lips as you moved to the side in order to let the older man step inside of your house. As soon as Tom laid a foot of onto the floor of your home, you felt a rather uncomfortable sensation take over your organism. It was a mix of excitement- that due to his handsomeness and attractive aura- and anxiety. A single pressure applied on the door was enough to have it close, trapping the two of you inside of the construction. And from that point, things progressively started to get more risky.

If Tom had agreed to sit down at the living room’s table to work at first, he soon caught interest in your silhouette and the things your curves could potentially offer him. During the first evening you spent together, things remained rather quiet and calm. All he did was look at you from the corner of his eye once in a while, and so did you whenever you felt like allowing your hormones to win over your good sense. You had been the one to cook dinner, and the older man hadn’t stopped praising the meal you had taken time to prepare whilst he worked. You got the chance to listen to a few of his personal informations- such as his nice lifestyle as a single man who enjoyed cooking for himself, as a hobby. Tom even promised to be the chief tomorrow evening, a bargain which led you to feel more comfortable in his presence.

The next day was when you finally started to feel more comfortable about your father’s coworker living in your house. You didn’t get to see him during the day due to college, but coming back in the evening knowing you would be able to spend time with the older man never failed to make you feel excited. Tom had progressively let go of his work, claiming he had taken a one week remunerated break in order to spend some extra time with you. The days went along, and you found yourself skipping class as well to attend the man’s offers about going out to various places. Calling your dad to check up on him wasn’t a priority anymore, which easily led you to bump into multiple missed calls when you finally made your way back up to your room after spending a day with his friend.

On this delightful Friday evening, you had been given the honor to taste Tom’s most famous recipe : bolognese. The dinner went on wonderfully, and you soon found yourself bloated with sauce and pasta- a visual proof that you had indeed enjoyed the meal he had prepared. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin, Tom’s blue orbs stared at your exhausted self who still tried to recover from the amount of food you had previously ingested. It had exhaust you. “I guess I won’t be asking you how it went, seeing the emptiness of your plate.” He affirmed with a chuckle before reaching out for both of your stained yet empty plates in order to carry them until the sink. Shifting in your seat, you allowed your vision to divert away from your guest for a moment- which Tom didn’t fail to notice.

With a smirk appearing on the corner of his lips, the man proceeded to rest the plates down on the workspace before silently making his way back to you, sitting down in the chair which was positioned next to yours before leaning in and allowing his lips to collide with your neck. You obviously reacted face to this unexpected sensation, body shaking just so slightly as you tiredly leant backwards in order to break the contact. “What? What are you doing?” You asked awkwardly, earning an amused smile from the older man. His hand travelled up to your hair, blue orbs following his own gesture as he brushed a strand behind your ear. “Just treating you the way you deserve. You’re a grown woman after all, aren’t you? And adults communicate with one another.” He purred seductively, those few words sending chills down your spine.

“So I’m letting you know... I want you.” He finished, hand still toying with your hair as both your heart and mind fell apart on the instant. Had you heard that right? Was your father’s friend truly offering you to hookup under his coworker’s own roof- a man who had given him his trust to look after his only daughter? But the will to rebel and prove to the world that you weren’t a child anymore turned out to be stronger then your good sense and the respect you held for your dad. Your cheeks heated up as you made eye contact with Tom again, a welcoming smile appearing his lips which led you to fall for him even more. “Okay...” you responded to his previous statement in an awkward manner, leading the adult’s smile to intensify. “Okay.” He repeated happily, hand sliding down to your thigh in order to take ahold of yours.

Tom easily managed to get you to stand up, leading you out of the kitchen and upstairs as his thumb gently rubbed against the back of your hand. Again, you felt excited yet anxious- still questioning whether yes or not you should give in his certainly appetizing offer. But before you knew it, the older man had managed to reach your father’s room- the room Tom had been occupying throughout the journey- which possessed a bigger bed for the two of you to enjoy. His first reflex was to turn on the lights before closing the door, those two gestures requiring for him to let go of your hand which allowed you to move closer to the bed without his help. “Ever done this before?” Tom asked empathetically as his silhouette turned towards yours, both his hands resting on his hips as if he was trying to contain certain pulsions.

Even if you felt ashamed of the answer you were about to give, you still trusted the man enough not to make fun of you nor make any degrading remarks about your sexual life. “Not really.” You answered as he moved closer to you, head bowed down to be able to make proper eye contact. “That’s okay.” He reassured, his hand moving up to your shoulder which he squeezed gently. “I’ll make sure to take good care of you.” Finished the male, his fingers now taking ahold of your chin only to lead your head to look up. Your lips aligned with his, his head slowly moving down towards yours until your closed mouths finally pressed against one another. This was the chastest kiss anyone had ever given you- which reinforced the feeling of safety you felt whenever it came to Tom. Though he quickly ended up softly breaking the contact in order to make sure you were okay.

You silently sucked in your bottom lip, as if you wanted to get some extra taste of his lips even after he had decided to break the kiss. Allowing your lower piece of rosy flesh to go, your orbs finally diverted upwards in order to make eye contact with the man who had just filled you with bliss. “I liked this.” You admitted, earning a smile from your partner. His hands travelled up to the first button of his shirt, progressively undoing the links until his bellybutton and abdominals were revealed to your innocent sight. Those assets made you shiver, and Tom could easily tell that you were too shy to step forward and lay your pretty hands onto his flesh. Smirking, the man dodged your silhouette in order to reach for the bed, removing his shirt through the process before allowing it to drop to the floor.

You watched silently as he sat down on the edge of the furniture, inviting you to take place beside him by laying gentle taps on the spot next to his thigh. Your submitted self obeyed, feet leading you towards your master until you finally took place beside him. “You’re such an obedient girl.” Tom praised, seemingly enjoying the way you agreed to follow all of his commands. An intimidated chuckle escaped your lips as his hand once again traveled up to your face, caressing your facial features and brushing your hair back in the loveliest manner. You couldn’t help but stare at his crouched abdominals, the way his skin formed muscular rolls for you to appreciate and praise. After all, it was the first time you ever saw a grown man bare chested in such an intimate situation.

“You want to remove a couple of layers? It’s the least we could do.” Tom offered gently, making sure to use the proper tone in order not to scare you off- and mostly in order to lead you to accept his proposition. Again, you agreed, standing up from the bed before removing your sweatshirt by pulling it over your head. Your bare breasts were revealed to his sight, though his blue orbs remained mainly focused on the skin of your waist and stomach. He found the bellybutton and stomach as a very attractive part of the female anatomy, and couldn’t potentially get enough of staring at this area of your body. Of course the grown man also felt grateful to be able to get a peak of your breasts- which he would make sure to cherish and praise later on.

His hands bluntly moved up to your waist as you took place between his legs, blue orbs still looking up at you before Tom allowed himself to lay a kiss onto your stomach. You abdominals contracted due to the small tingle you felt within you skin as the older man now took care of laying trails of gentle kisses down your belly. Looking down at him, you allowed your digits to travel up to his perfectly groomed hair before passing your fingers through the strands, messing up his mane in the softest manner. You were able to feel his lips perk upwards, indicating that your gestures were visibly making him smile. It reassured you to be aware of such a positive reaction.

After reaching the waistband of your joggers, Tom stopped himself through his track in order to take another look at your facial features- which in his humble opinion were perfect. Besides, spending time with someone who was younger than him somewhat sent the man back to his youthful days as well; which provided Tom a very blissful feeling. Without breaking eye contact, he began to unbuckle his belt before undoing the button of his jeans without even taking care of sliding the leather material out of the confines of his pants. Though he unfortunately found himself forced to look away after struggling to undo his button, your orbs still staring down towards his veiny hands which worked hard to reach their goal.

Once this step was finally over with, Tom placed a hand on your hip in order to gently move you backwards so that he could stand up from the bed. You could tell by his frustrated appearance that he seemingly couldn’t wait to end up in bed and fully naked with you. Though he always kept a reassuring smile on his face, even whilst pulling his jeans down to his ankle before stepping out of the piece of clothing. The grown man now stood in his briefs, feeling no form of shame nor embarrassment face to your younger self. Besides, there simply was nothing he could’ve potentially feel ashamed of. His body was perfect. A chuckle escaped his lips upon witnessing how clueless you appeared, a sight which could only make him feel more confident through the overall process.

“Well, kitten... there’s nothing you should be ashamed of. Real men are nothing like the boys you see at school.” He insisted, referring to how male teenagers often found many reasons to criticize the female anatomy and make young girls feel insecure. And his tone sounded extremely genuine- which was what led you to finally unleash your silhouette from all these pieces of clothings. You nodded silently, hands moving down to the waistband of your joggers before you slid the material down to your ankles. Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, you proceeded to remove the cloth from your ankles, now revealing your underwear to a rather eager Tom.

He jumped on this handy occasion to gracefully climb on the bed and lay down on the spot where he usually slept, waiting for you to be done and hand out the green flag like the gentleman that he is. Looking back at him, you once again felt your cheeks heat up due to crossing another line of the process. He smiled. “Don’t be shy. I want you.” Tom begged, arm extending towards your chest as an invitation for you to get closer- which you did. Now laying down next to each other, your hands rested against his chest as your bodies faced one another, feeling the warmth which emitted from his skin. He looked down at you, head leaning down and once again seeking for your lips before he was finally able to press them against yours.

You kissed back, now feeling more comfortable as his arms wrapped around your back in order to gently get himself on top of your body. You were consensually overcome by his much larger silhouette, one of your hands moving up to his shoulders as you carried on giving back what the man was generously offering you. As soon as grunts and low moans began to escape his lips, you could tell that things were about to move faster from this moment- legs spreading a little bit wider as you allowed the man to grind his hips against yours. You were able to feel his hardening member collide with and rub against your own clothed genitals- movements which soon led your entrance to leak juices and stains your panties.

“Look at you..” Tom began, breaking the kiss for a few seconds in order to catch his breath and finish his sentence. He was panting. “Legs already spread wide open for me.” The man stated, speaking nothing but obvious facts. You blushed. No one had ever spoken to you in such a way, and especially not on that specific tone which turned out to be quite exhilarating. Now moving his head down against the crook of your neck, you were able to feel warmth take over both your chest and crotch due to Tom still grinding his hips against yours. The movements stimulated your clit, sending chills down your spine and leading more love juice to leak out of your throbbing core. And even if the older man appeared more eager about the situation when it came to visuals, your soul was definitely suffocating with pleasure even if you remained slightly motionless and silent.

Sitting up on his knees, a smirking Tom made eye contact with you as he allowed himself to slide off your panties; taking them off your legs before carelessly dropping them to the side. Such a small piece of clothing certainly wouldn’t be a bother through your shared intercourse, which was the reason to why he decided not to pay much attention to where it landed. Besides, your father’s coworker felt too excited about what was to come to even care about such an irrelevant detail. You were panting, still trying to recover from this first contact which had left you damaged with pleasure and excitement. Though, little did you know, the real fun was only about to begin.

“My pretty girl’s got a pretty little cunt.” He praised, his fingers sticking together as he brought his hand down between your legs. You shivered, sucking in your bottom lip in anticipation to his upcoming touch. It would be the first time you would get touched by a man, by someone else than your own self. A part of you wondered how it was going to feel, though the second one couldn’t help but grow anxious and worried. However, before you could even think any further, you felt Tom’s fingertips collide with your sensitive core- sending chills down your spine and easily leading your hole to squeeze and contract. He chuckled, appreciating his good work and feeling satisfied about the way he managed to make you feel. Though, it wasn’t like Tom had ever disappointed a woman in bed before.

One of the older man’s hands landed beside your face, Tom holding himself up with the help of his left arm whilst his other hand took care of pleasing your core. His fingertips rubbed up and down your clit, sometimes pinching the hardened bud and manhandling it perfectly. His aim was to get your entrance to loosen up for him; and that especially after he took notice that you were a virgin. Tom wanted this intercourse to be pleasing for you too, and he was willing to use any tactic in order to help you to relax. His lips landed against yours again, trapping your moan within his cavity and pushing it back inside of your mouth with the help of his tongue penetrating your moist entry.

Once your moans began to get progressively higher pitched, Tom felt like it was now the right time to initiate you to the pleasures he was certainly going to provide you. Taking his soaked fingertips up to his lips, he allowed his tongue to taste the sweet juices before both his hands took ahold of the waistband of his briefs which was soon to be slid down to his mid thighs. You didn’t dare to look, eyes still staring at the ceiling until your view was blocked by your partner’s facial features. He smiled and you smiled back. “Well hello.” Teased the older man, a few words which easily led you to chuckle. In the position you two had adopted, you were able to feel his rocking hard shaft press against your clit- a sensation that didn’t fail to make you feel nervous.

“You ready, Princess?” Questioned your dad’s coworker, your legs immediately spreading a tad wider upon hearing those few words. Another kiss was laid on your lips, probably in order to distract you from the slight pain which was about to follow. And before you could know it, a warm mass was pressed against your cavity, soon penetrating your entrance and pushing past your hymen that broke on the instant. A high pitched groan escaped your lips which led Tom to intensify the kiss, his hips jumping on the occasion to move closer to yours until his cock had reached balls deep. Slowly pulling away from your face, his ocean blue orbs made eye contact with yours, analyzing your facial features in order to find out whether you were truly suffering or not.

“This is just temporary.” Promised the man, your entrance unwillingly clenching around his shaft which led him to let out a guttural moan. Taking his attention off you for a minute, Tom’s face looked down at your rubbing crotches- as if he wanted to make sure he was properly inside- before his head tilted upwards again. Noticing how you now appeared more relaxed, he was soon to begin the thrusting process- slow movements at first which progressively increased in pace with time. The friction created by the intercourse felt absolutely blissful- filling your soul with excitement and leading your heart to race. You were able to feel the muscle pump blood through your entire system as Tom continued to grind his hips against yours, happy grunts escaping his lips.

Both his arms slid underneath your shoulders, taking ahold of them in order to keep you more still through the pleasant process- and make it easier for him to thrust. Tom felt entirely satisfied with the situation that had taken place- taking notice of how you appeared to enjoy it too which could only make his member throb out of pleasure. Though his masculine ego still pushed him to check in order to receive a verbal confirmation. “You enjoyin’ this?” The man asked breathlessly, earning a single moan and nod from your exhilarated self. The man then proceeded to unexpectedly pull out, offering you no time to understand before you were flipped over onto your stomach. This once his hands landed on your bum, spreading your cheeks apart and admiring the way your entrance leaked with love juice. It looked extremely welcoming, and Tom was soon to step inside of your intimate home for the second time.

Feeling his cock penetrate you again brushed all of your worries away, eyelids shutting close as you began to be rocked back and forth against the bedsheets. Even without being able to see his face, you still managed to enjoy everything that Tom was providing you with on the instant. You could feel his pubic bone collide with your skin of your bum, your nipples perking up against the confines of the bedsheets. “Fuck baby.. So tight and juicy for me.” He praised, leaning down in order to offer your neck rough kisses and gentle bites. You moaned tiredly, rubbing your cheek against his like a cat would do against his owner’s legs. He had managed to take possession of your soul, and there was now only one way out.

Time passed, and Tom’s thrusts progressively began to grow sloppier. Being inexperienced, you couldn’t exactly tell that this indicated he was about to reach his high, though the way he appeared more tired and less energetic than before certainly gave you a clue regarding his state. Frowning out of exhaussement, the grown man was finally filled with temporary satisfaction upon sensing his shaft throb and pump semen out of his testicles in order to have the liquid spray out of his sensitive urethra. His semence stained your walls, giving no chance to the flesh of your cervix which was drowned in the thick liquid. You two moaned in harmony- this warm sensation providing you with one last bit of pleasure before your dad’s coworker agreed to pull out of you.

He collapsed on the bedsheets next to you, hand resting on his chest as he panted in order to recover from this intense moment. With the bit of energy that you had left, you managed to crawl until his silhouette in order to offer him a well needed hug, your arms burying against his ribcage as Tom was soon to turn to his side and secure your naked self with his large and muscular members. Feeling the warmth of his flesh in a whole other way still felt as satisfying as before, this cuddle providing you with as much happiness and bliss than the previous intercourse had.

Hullo thanks for reading! Thank you for liking and supporting my work. I genuinely hope you’re doing well! Take care.

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[writersblog20]

Classics

Tom Hiddleston x reader request

Request: can you please write an imagine about tom where he meets his soulmate on set (she’s an assistant) and he’s amazed she also studied classics xxx

Summary:  You’re an assistant on set but also in your last year of classics. Tom helps you study and maybe, finally, take you on a date for of course study purposes

Warning: age-gap but of course appropriate, fluff and big dark academia vibes!!!!!

Words: 3,2K

A/N: Okay OMG I love this! this fic is my new favorite! I love how this turned out! Thank you so much for the request dear anon!

Your family was in the movie business and you just got a job as an assistant to earn some money to pay for your college. It was mostly running on set and doing what they asked you while studying from your books. You were currently in your last year of college studying Classics, which at the moment wasn’t making your life easier even though you loved what you did. You learned to multitask very fast! It was the movie infinity war where you were an assistant. You already had a great bond with most of the cast because you did a lot of things for them. You mostly assisted them. Most saw you as a little sister, which you were fine with except with Tom. You had a huge crush on the actor and really hoped he didn’t see you as a little sister even though you thought that was false hope. Of course he wouldn’t date you. You were at least 17 years younger so you could put that out of your head. You just tried to enjoy the time that you had.

You were in the period where you had a lot of exams and your head was just running over with everything. It was lunch break and you wondered off so you could study. Your hands were on either side of your head as you let out a loud huff. “Hey, there you are.” You heard the familiar voice of Tom. You looked up and you felt your cheeks fluster as Tom softly smiled at you fully dressed in his Loki costume. “Hey” you said softly. He frowned at you. “Are you okay?” you let out another sigh. “No, I’m stressed and I can’t get it in my head.” He took a seat next to you and looked at your books.

You felt indulged in the cologne that surrounded him and now you too. He started to read the pages and explain it to you. You focused on what he said and listened carefully. He started to quiz you and you got the answered the questions right. He smiled sweetly at you while you had the biggest grin on your face. “thank you so much Tom!” you happily said while placing your arms around his neck and got in a hug. It took Tom by surprise but he placed his arms around you too, softly giggling. “my pleasure sweetheart. Any time”. You felt your cheeks burn up again and pulled out of a hug. “erhm could you maybe help me study for my exams? Only if you have time though!” you quickly said the last sentence knowing what a busy man Tom is.

He giggled, “I would love nothing more dear.” Your smile got brighter by the second. “Let’s place the books down for a while alright?” he stood up and he stretched out his hand for you to take, which you took happily. “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we go to the big library today and find some more books and I’ll explain it to you!?” Tom asked you very excitingly, happy that he found someone that shares the exact same passion as him. “I would love that!” You gave him a big smile.

After shooting you both walked to the library talking about your studies and the things that he knew. You walked in the library which was before hand a cathedral. You loved this place and so did Tom. You walked towards the back and you searched out some books with care. You didn’t notice the glances Tom gave you. He looked with so much adoration at you and smiled when you found a book which you would then place in his hands. He had about 5 books holding it tightly. He saw that you picked some of his favorites which made his own heart melt. He never expected to fall for someone quit that young but yet there you are. In your own glory. The age didn’t really to seem to bother him as he found you an old soul. You both took a seat against each other and dove into the books together. He had your study books in front of him and you had the books that you chose laying out for you. You both lost time that night while being in your own little world with Tom. Like you were the only people on this earth. You kept stealing glances at each other and when you both did you would look away as quickly. You saw Tom blushing when you caught him looking. Sometimes you would be lost in your own world while studying his features instead of the books in front of you. He would look up and smile at you which made you fluster and took a glance at your books. It was around midnight when you both were kindly asked to leave.

He would always bring you home. Hands deeply in his pockets while listening to your new findings in the old books that you loved so much. Tom found a new hobby and that was to hear you talk with so much knowledge about the same passion he had. You often told him things he even didn’t know. This lasted for a week and you both grew closer to each other by every evening. With every more stolen glances between the two of you.

 You looked around set for Tom to ask him if he wanted to join you to the library this evening again. You saw him getting some coffee. “Hey Tom!” you greeted him excitedly. “Hello darling” he chuckled at your excitement. “Do you want to join me to the library this evening?” you asked him hopeful. Tom was shuffling on his feet if you didn’t know better you would think he was nervous. “I might know something different that would help you with the exams.” He saw that he caught your attention a little bit more. “If you’d let me take you to dinner I can show you a museum after, where I can tell you more about the things you need to learn right now.” he looked hopefully at you and you looked gob smacked. Was he asking you on a date right now? You shook that thought quickly out of your head but you definitely weren’t going to refuse either. “I’d love to Tom” you told him with a kind smile, which he returned with love.” “I’ll pick you up by 7?” you nodded. He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek and went his way, while you stood there trying to comprehend what just happened.

You quickly went to Scarlett as she knew about your “little” crush on Tom. She smiled at you as you told her everything. “Well then we’re going to have to take you shopping after for something cute.” She told you. “What are we shopping for?” Lizzie asked coming into view. You felt your cheeks fluster. “Oh just for her date with Tom” Scarlett told Lizzie casually. Lizzie looked at you with a grin while you just looked at your shoes. “We’ll alright what are we waiting for then?” Lizzie said. You looked at the time. “I can’t I still have to work for another hour.” You told them. “Well alright, we’ll wait for you and just come by Scarlett’s trailer once your done okay?” you nodded at Lizzie. “See you guys in a bit!” you gave them a hug and walked off.

~time skip~

You got home after your little shopping trip with the girls through London. It started to become gloomy since autumn got here. You loved the weather and the feeling that came with it. It had dark academia vibes which you just lived for. That’s also what studying for classics pulled you in. You could definitely say that you are an old soul.

You got dressed and put a little bit of make-up on but not too much. You looked in the mirror and even though you were self-conscious, you were happy right now. The doorbell rang and you felt your heartrate pick up as well. Quickly you made your way to the door and took a breath before opening it. You saw Tom standing there with your favorite flowers and something wrapped in old paper. You felt flustered. He was wearing a blue suit and stood underneath an umbrella. You looked at the flowers in shock. Maybe this was an actual date you thought getting hope. “you look absolutely gorgeous Y/N” he told you with a soft smile that made your heart melt. “ As do you Tom!” you told him coyly.

“Please come in.” You said quickly stepping aside for him to come in. “I got you something” he gave you the present to you and you opened it carefully. It was an old antique book, you could tell. It was your favorite book but the first edition which you could never get your hands on. You looked at him in surprise. He smiled coyly at you. You gave him a big hug “Thank you Tom, I love it” he chuckled “You’re welcome my darling. “I eh hope you like the flowers as well.” He told you, giving them to you while delicately placing his lips to your cheek. They started to burn up again and you quickly dove into the kitchen to get a vase. “I love them, thank you Tom. It’s very kind” You told him smiling.

He looked around in your cozy place. “I love the paintings on the wall. Who is the artist?” he asked you while studying them closely. “Ehm well that should be me” you told him a little shy. He quickly looked at you and stayed silent for a moment. “You made this?” you nodded. “Oh my, you’re extremely talented!” he told you and you felt flustered again, smiling as you looked at your shoes. “How long does it take you to paint these? There so detailed” he asked you while looking with admiration at the paintings. “It depends but it can take me weeks.” You told him. What Tom obviously didn’t knew was that you were painting one for him. “They’re amazing. Really” He looked at you deeply hoping that you knew that he meant that.

You smiled again feeling flustered. He saw that you felt like that so he changed the subject. “Are you ready love?” he asked you softly and you nodded. You walked out the door and Tom got down the steps of your front door opening up his umbrella. He held out his hand for you to take the steps down which you gladly took. You felt the butterflies going crazy at the small but loving gesture of Tom. Instead of letting go of your hand he placed it on his arm as you walked closely to each other for the shared umbrella. It was cloudy, misty and a little rainy outside but you loved the ambience as it gave you a sincere calm feeling.

He let you in a nice cozy restaurant where the waiter walked you to the back where you would be seated. It was a nice cozy booth. “It’s really nice here Tom, thank you for taking me here.” You told him with a sweet smile which he returned. “Believe me it’s all my pleasure darling.”  You felt flustered and looked down. He took your hand in his to get your attention back even though he knew it still was on him. You looked in surprise at him and he smiled at you “I should thank you for joining me” he told you while looking deeply into your eyes. You felt flustered and at lost for words. He slowly let go of your hand not overstepping your boundaries, but your hand felt cold without his in it. You smiled at him and he ordered two red wines for you both.

The dinner was really nice even though you felt extremely shy in the beginning, you were starting to loosen up thanks to Tom. You both talked a lot but about different topics which was a nice change. He paid for dinner even though you protested he kindly rejected you to it.

You were strolling your way to the museum with your arm linked around Tom’s. It didn’t take long before you arrived. He slowly took your hand in his. He looked at you. “Is eh.. This okay?” you felt your cheeks burn up but decided not to look away this time. “Yes, it definitely is.” You said confident which made him want to smile brightly at you but he tried to hold it in and gave you a loving smile at you instead. You walked around while Tom told you a lot of new things and pointed out a lot of things on paintings and older findings. But to Tom’s surprise you started to catch up on him and tell him more new things then he could tell you. He smiled brightly at you with adoration visible in his eyes.

“What?” you asked him chuckling. He looked at the ground still smiling. “I don’t think I can teach you something new but you definitely teach me” He chuckled which made you realize that indeed you knew most of the things that you needed to know and even more than that. “You don’t have to worry about your exams anymore. You are going to do great!” he told you while standing in front of you, taking your other hand in his as well. he looked at you with love which made you look down. he placed his finger underneath your chin so you would look at him. he softly rubbed your cheek. “Your amazing did you know that? I’ve never met someone quite like you” You felt incredible shy not knowing what to do but blush.

You walked around the museum for a quite a bit, hand in hand before walking out. You decided to get some coffee and stroll around London for a bit more. Tom noticed you shiver and without saying something he took off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders. You looked at him and smiled “Thank you Tom” you told him and this time you gave him a small kiss on his cheek. After walking around for a bit you saw a coffee stand where you wanted to order. The man behind the stand had a stereo where some classical music came out of. Tom placed down his umbrella and placed out his hand for you to grab. “Might I have this dance with you my lady?” he asked you and you chuckled but never experienced something more romantic then this. “Yes, you may” you chuckled placing your hand in his. You both started to slow dance in the rain while staring into each other’s eyes. His hand that was placed delicately on your back pulled you more into his body.

After the song ended you both giggled a bit ordering coffee. “You both really make a beautiful couple. It reminds me of my young years with my wife.” The man said. You could see the love in his eyes while he thought back at his own beautiful memories. You both chuckled shyly not wanting to end a fantasy for the both of you. This time you paid leaving no room for a discussion and you kindly tipped the man and went your way again. You walked through the park went on a sort of sight seeing tour with Tom.

But unfortunately it started to get late and you started to get more cold. Tom took you home as usual. You both calmly chatted about the evening a bit and how much fun you had. It didn’t took you long to arrive at your place. You both shuffled around a little in front of your door. “Thank you for this night Tom, I had a lot of fun.” You told him and he replied once again with  “It’s really my pleasure darling”.  Tom looked down and you went for a kiss on his cheek but he looked up in that exact same moment which landed your lips on his. You quickly pulled away in shock. More in shock for his reaction. You both stared at each other in silence. You started to regret it, scared that you might lose him. “Tom, I’m so sorry…” You were caught off by his lips. The kiss was passionate. Like you were lovers in an old life and you’ve finally found each other after centuries of searching for one another. He placed his hand on the back of your head while pushing you softly against the wall.

After the long awaited kiss you both broke away from it. Breathing rapidly while resting your head against each other. His hands still placed on your cheeks and your fingers still holding tightly onto his suit. “I’ve waited so long for that” he whispered against your lips. “You and me both” you told him. He looked deeply into your eyes while you traced your finger softly against his features on his face. There was this sort of sensed calmness in the air around you. It felt clearer. “I’ve actually something for you too.” You told him with a soft smile. You took his hand and walked up your door. He stayed silent waiting what you had in store for him. “I thought I would give it later to you because it wouldn’t be handy if you’d carried it with you all the time. You definitely made Tom’s curiosity spike up. You walked into your art room after putting the warm dim lights on.

You stood in front of the painting that you made and looked at Tom. “I made this for you.” This time he was gob smacked. He looked at you in surprise. “For me?” he asked you softly. You nodded with a bright smile. His eyes went big looking at the painting. There was so much adoration in his eyes while he looked at the painting. “This is the best gift I have ever received in my entire life, thank you so much” he told you now standing in front of you, hands placed on your cheeks again. You pulled him in a desired kiss. He led you to your couch, both falling on it. Giggling but never letting go of one another. You both laid down staring at each other and so now and then kissed. But this time just taking each other’s time not hasting any of it. it was loving and enjoying each other. You didn’t know when but you fell asleep in Tom’s arms the last thing to hear him say is that he loves you. “I love you too” You mumbled back and you felt yourself pulled closer to the man in question. Indulged in the arms that are wrapped around you, knowing that everything would be okay. And if it’s not, then at least there’s Tom.

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