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muddyorbsblr · 1 year
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14 days of valentines masterlist
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Here are all of the stories created for this project by all the writers who joined in!
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not a fever – James Conrad x Reader | smut hypotheticals & distractions – Magnus Martinsson x Reader | smut, fluff all the right answers – Tom Hiddleston x Reader | smut, fluff midnight cravings – Loki x Reader | smut paris – Jonathan Pine x Reader | smutty eyes on me, darling – Loki x Reader | smut forgive me, father – Will Ransome x Reader | smut thirty seconds – Loki x Reader | smut keep me safe – James Conrad x Reader | smut, fluff duty of care – Jonathan Pine x Reader | smut, fluff maintain our cover – Older Magnus Martinsson x Reader | smut i have never – Tom Hiddleston x Reader | fluff w/ a side of steam measurements – Will Ransome x Reader | smut relinquish the crown: obsessions & fantasies – Loki x Reader | smut, fluff
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the dance – Loki x Reader | fluff the date – Loki x Reader | fluff the dalliance – Loki x Reader | fluff the dream – Loki x Reader | smut the disappearance – Loki x Reader | angst the discernment – Loki x Reader | fluff the disclosure – Loki x Reader | fluff the danish – Loki x Reader | smut, fluff
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love at first bite – Adam x Reader | smut, fluff, angst
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our mrs loki – Loki x Reader | angst, comfort old mrs loki – Loki x Reader | angst, comfort
@psychospore
read it out loud for me, darling – Loki x Reader | fluff valentine blues – Loki x Reader | fluff, angst
@gigglingtigger
the st valentine's day massacre – Loki x OFC | humor, fluff
@give-me-a-moose
by hook or by crook: silly squabbles – Loki x Reader | angst to fluff
@sarahscribbles
emerald lace – Loki x Reader | smut
@ladycamillewrites
amnesia – Will Ransome x Reader | smut
@coldnique
carrara marble – Loki x Reader | fluff, smut
@cheekyscamp
lay all your love on me – Loki x Reader | smut
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high moon: where does heartbreak get stored if not in your quantum drive? – Loki x Reader | slight angst, slight steam find tom – Tom Hiddleston x Reader | slight heat
@lokiprompts
burning words – Loki x Reader | fluff, comfort
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loki-cees-all · 1 year
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Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist
Other Character Masterlists Here - Cee's Magnus Martinsson Fic Masterlist / Cee's James Conrad Fic Masterlist
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Against All Odds Masterlist {On-Going} - TVA!Loki x Female Reader / Hurt-Comfort / Angst / Smut / Strangers to Lovers
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The Little Things Give You Away Masterlist {On-Going} - Post-TVA!Loki x OFC / Hurt-Comfort / Slow Burn / Eventual Smut
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One-Shot Collections {Loki x Reader}
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A series of Reader-Insert one-shots where you and Prince!Loki both take care of each other.
Grief - Prince!Loki x Female Reader / Fluff, Hurt-Comfort / 5k words
Blessings - Prince!Loki x Female Reader / Hurt-Comfort, Smut / 3.4k words
Protection - Prince!Loki x Female Reader / Hurt-Comfort, Smut / 4.9k words
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A series of Reader-Insert one-shots where you and Avengers!Loki play some kinky games.
Some Things Are Easier to Say in the Dark - Avengers!Loki x Female Reader / Smut / 6.2k words
Shhh. - Avengers!Loki x Female Reader / Smut / 3.3k words
Shhh. (Preview) - Loki x Female Reader / Smut / coming laterish if I can ever get my shit together
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Drabbles / True One-Shots
Nothing to Fear - Avengers!Loki x Avengers!Reader / Angst, Fluff / 1.5k words
The Distraction - Avengers!Loki x Avengers!Reader / Angst, Fluff / 1.5k words
The Interruption - Avengers!Loki x Avengers!Reader / Fluff, hints of smut / 2k words
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liminalpebble · 7 months
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An imagine to distract you while you're travel-stranded:
Imagine Magnus & Reader are away on an undercover mission and he finds a lil vibe in her suitcase 👀
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Hi, my dear @muddyorbs!
And thank you for this prompt. It definitely kept my mind active during travel stranding and beyond. I kind of had it in my head that our OFC would be a bit of a Lisbeth Salander type and they would be at each other's throats until...well...you know. Hope you enjoy!
Magnus Martinsson fanfic, Magnus Martinsson x OFC, smut!, one shot, enemies to lovers (well...fuckers?), hostile but very consensual fucking, Minors DNI
Word count: about 3000 (sorry...bit of a honker. Worth it. I promise).
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Mara rolled her black-lined eyes when the call from Wallander came in. “Mara, are you still freelancing? We really need a tech wizard on this one.”
“Cute euphemism, Kurt...points for flattery. You need a hacker who will do the dirty work so your little lapdog techie can keep his hands clean while micromanaging me.”
Wallander sighed, and quipped sarcastically, “Why, yes, Mara, I'm doing very well, thanks. How are you today? Still your charming self, I see. By the way, you're on speaker. ” He looked across the conference table to where Martinsson (said lapdog techie) was glaring at his superior for putting him in this situation yet again.
Mara's eyes scanned around her tiny apartment full of computer equipment and old band tee shirts piled in an ever-increasing mound of black cotton. In her own mind, she'd named it Mount Doom. “Oh you know, Kurt, living that rich girl high life,” she replied in a prickly tone, toking on the remains of a joint from the night before. “And whose fault is it that I'm on speaker, hm? Really. You should know better by now.” She blew smoke out in a resigned exhale, “Alright Wallander, tell that minion of yours I'm in. I'm sure he'll be delighted.”
Kurt raised his voice. “His name is Magnus, or Detective Martinsson and I'd appreciate it if you stop calling him 'lapdog' or 'minion' especially to his face as you seem rather fond of doing...”
“Alright Kurt, see you tomorrow,” she said interrupting his lecture to end the conversation.
“Charming,” Magnus groaned.
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“The same room?” Mara said, with an air of annoyance, hauling her bags up the hill to the rundown Motorlodge.
Martinsson sighed and said with an edge of frustration, “Yes Mara, the same room. We can't work together from different rooms.”
“Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot, minion! I know that, but I thought that at least when we're taking shifts we'd have our own space to rest. It could be days! It would have been nice if the police department had sprung at least for adjoining rooms. I'd even tolerate sharing a bathroom with you if...”
Magnus stopped in his tracks, putting a hand up so she nearly stumbled directly into him. “Can you please, please not do this? I'm just here to do my job, just like you are. Can we try not to be at each other's throats?” As he said it she couldn't help looking at his throat, that pretty pale neck and sharp jawline she'd love to suck on and bite and make him moan while...
“Mara!” he barked, snapping her out of her lurid daydream.
“Okay...fucking hell. Okay,” she said, shouldering past him to enter the little 70's time capsule of a room. He fortified himself with a deep breath, stepping into her wake.
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“Well,” she said, between sips from the paper cup, “At least the Bates Motel has a pretty decent coffee machine.”
They both laughed and smiled to each other, faces bathed in the blue glow of computer screens; a rare truce. They had set up efficiently, both very good at their jobs and surprisingly good at working together despite the personality clashes.
“See?”
“See what?” Mara asked, sitting forward to scan the screen.
Magnus put a finger on her chin to turn her face towards him instead. “See how nice it can be when we actually just have a pleasant cup of coffee together and work?”, he elaborated. It was adorable, she had to admit...those big innocent blue eyes and golden curls making him look like a particularly naïve, hopeful and, possibly stupid, angel. But from his work and credentials, she knew he was far from idiotic; just sweet, gullible, optimistic. And as he was staring at her with that sweet dumb incredibly handsome face, it just made her inexplicably angry, like his kindness was some kind of trick.
She shrugged, and took a sip to avoid looking at him, then stated, “Their hard drives will take hours to clone. It's a waiting game for now.” She yawned and cracked her knuckles, stretching up from the uncomfortable chair to flop onto the tacky paisley comforter. A sliver of orange glow from the setting sun slid between the heavy curtains, illuminating her body, and Magnus couldn't help but notice that like that, in this wash of golden hour light, she really was very pretty. Yet, for some inexplicable reason Mara seemed almost determined not to be, with her prickly personality and tent-like clothes hiding her rather nice curves. What a shame he thought.
Magnus took the opportunity to move too, rising to his feet and stretching his long arms over his head. Mara peeked at him with one surreptitiously open eye to drink in the sharp dips and muscle of his lower belly and hips as his shirt raised, ever so slightly, to show skin. Why does he have to have the body of a fucking Greek god? Jesus Christ. Eyes wondering south, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rather generous outline in his pants, she saw where his service revolver was strapped to him in a shocking interruption of black metal and leather. It didn't suit such a soft, posh, pretty boy to be toting around a gun like some cowboy. Having come from a wealthy suburb, Martinsson could never understand the grip of fear firearms held on poor neighborhoods like hers. She didn't like guns, and she didn't like the criminals or the cops who didn't seem to mind using them liberally in her childhood neighborhood while everyone else was caught in the crossfire.
“Do you have to wear that thing?” Mara asked, gesturing to the holster. “It's only me. I'm like a foot shorter than you and you could probably kill me with your bare hands if you wanted. Are there bullets in it now?”
Magnus turned to her, eyes soft and considerate. “Well, yes. It's part of the job. We have to wear them at all times on the clock and they have to be loaded. And it's not you I'm afraid of, Mara,” he said, sitting beside her on the bed, looking at his hands. “It's you I need to be ready to protect if things go south.”
Mara turned to perch on her elbow and look up at him, genuinely swooning for a second before she recovered hastily, coating it with sarcasm. “Awww...my hero. This is why they call you The Prince Charming of Ystad? And I know damn well you're afraid of me.”
“Not afraid...annoyed. Are you allergic to having a single genuine moment of humanity between us? What have I ever done to you?” he huffed sounding wounded, and standing up again to pace.
She groaned, standing up to face him, admitting to herself that she had been especially hard on him, and she couldn't even be entirely sure why (or at least, she wouldn't admit why, not even to herself). “Look, Magnus, I'm sorry, really.”
“Really?” he said cautiously, distrustful and surprised.
“Yeah..yeah, really. I've been such a bitch to you.”
As Magnus spotted the unprecedented chink in her armor, it set off the explosion of a tirade. It finally released itself from his mouth after brewing for months and he was powerless to stop it. “Listen. I don't know why you're like this, Mara, really I don't. I haven't done a bloody thing to deserve this, neither has Kurt.”
Mara felt a little fizzle of fear at the mounting growl in his voice, and she felt a little ashamed, but also aroused. It was deeply confusing.
“I wasn't socialized enough as a puppy. Why the fuck do you think, pretty boy? You're cops. I don't like cops. I don't like what you stand for...your mindless conformity...”
Magnus' voice rose, “Did it occur to you that some of them, Kurt and I for example, chose this life to protect people? Because we care about people, even people like you who hate us. And I'm not saying you don't have a good reason to hate the police, but you don't have to hate us. We're on your bloody side. And...and you think you're so clever and rebellious with your bitch act and your black hair dye....and and...your edgy jewelry,” he continued, reaching down to her open bag where there was an unusual silver necklace, with a heavy bullet for a pendant. He lifted it saying, “Oh so you don't like guns and bullets, but you'll wear them to look oh so cool and fashionable? What a fucking hypocrite...”
Mara was thunderstruck (and frankly excited) by his anger but the end of his little speech made her want to laugh hysterically. He had no idea that what he was holding was a state-of-the-art vibrator, beautifully designed to multitask as a piece of jewelry styled after an actual bullet. She thwarted her chuckle to say simply, “Please put that back. It was expensive.”
Magnus blinked in confusion, as if slapped by her unexpected response. As he moved to put it back, one of his long fingers fumbled around it, accidentally pressing a hidden button. As he dropped it back on top of her bag of toiletries, it began to buzz. The detective narrowed his eyes, mouth agape as the gears turned in his lovely head. “Is...is your necklace...vibrating. Holy shit...is that a...”. His broad Cheshire cat smile unfurled across his face, as he began to chuckled in long breathy laughs.
Now it was her turn to be angry...not to mention mortified. She darted her hand out to switch it off, crossed her arms, and stormed to the other side of the room. “Oh this is rich,” he purred out in his deep delicious voice. “Why did you bring that? And when on earth did you expect to have the time and privacy to use it?”
She yelled, “That's none of your business! And I thought we'd have separate rooms.”
He moved closer, now standing directly in front of her. She felt that looking into his bright eyes might sear her like a laser, so she settled for looking forward at his chest. Then his long soft fingers, tucked themselves under her chin, raising her eyes to his, as he asked in a deep intimidating voice, “Mara, why did you really bring that with you?”
Fuck. She could see why he was so good at interrogations. This is the kind of man it was no use lying to. She sputtered, “Be...because I know it might be a few days and...”
“And?” he prompted, taking a step closer.
She fumbled nervously, “And...and...because I knew I'd be trapped with you strutting around with your perfect fucking body and your pretty fucking face and your sweet fucking disposition, and I'd have to take care of myself if I wanted to think straight...okay?”
His smile dropped even as the heat of excitement coursed through his body. Magnus could see she was flustered, defenses down, nearly to the point of tears. Finally it occurred to him; so this is why she was so mean, so prickly and defensive towards him... because she liked him so much. She was harboring a hopeless school girl crush and assumed all of his kindness towards her...his goodness...was some kind of joke to mock her. She ignored the reality that he paid attention to her because he liked her too. She excited and intrigued him, but that all turned to bitter frustration that she would never let him near her. He just kept encountering all that barbed wire around her and finally quit trying to breach it...until now.
“Mara,” he said her name reverently like a prayer, in a low gentle whisper, full of empathy and kindness. He moved his hand from where it still was propped under her chin, to cradle her face. Neither of them could say who moved first as they crashed together, but before they knew it they were latched onto each other's hot mouths, kissing, licking, biting, barely able to breathe and neither of them minded.
He moved to her neck, sucking it hungrily then growled into her ear, “You think that little gadget could hold a fucking candle to me?”. She moaned in response, sliding her shaking fingers to begin unbuttoning his shirt while he worked at his pants and his holster. He was peeled out in moments, looking absolutely mouthwatering in nothing but his underwear. Mara tore her shirt and bra off over her head, then pressed the swell of her breasts against his firm torso, while her lips rejoined his. Her leg swung around his waist as she licked up his throat, bit his earlobe playfully and said, “Pull my hair. Call me a bitch again...”
He was panting as he said, “I...didn't call you a bitch...I said it was a 'bitch act'...”.
She gathered his curls between her fingers and tugged while she bit at his lovely throat, drawing a nearly-pornographic moan from the young cop. “I said, call me a bitch, you pedant.”
It was adorable, how he struggled to get the word out. He was the type of well-bred man who had trouble calling a woman anything other than “Miss”, which made it even hotter when his eyes darkened and his mouth twisted as he growled out, “You delicious bitch” and wrapped his big hand around her ponytail, yanking sharply. She was grinding against he thick erection, teasing him, desperate for him, until he stopped her with a bruising grip on her hips and met her eyes. “You called me a lapdog, huh? Well, there's only one lap I'm interested in being in,” he said in a velvety purr as he tugged her pants and panties off of her, pushing her onto the bed completely naked, as he snaked between her legs, biting and sucking ravenously at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, breath ghosting against her soaked pussy. She wove her fingers into his hair with surprising gentleness as she sighed and writhed while he kissed his way up.
When he licked the first firm line up her slit she arched her back and gasped out, “Holy fuck,” while he chuckled against her skin and she could feel his smile.
“Mmmm...you're even more delicious than I imagined,” he confessed, and the idea of him jacking off, thinking about this only aroused her more.
He began to suck delicately on her clit and swirl his tongue, bringing her close to the brink in mere moments. She lifted his head gently and said, “Wait...wait.”
His big, bright eyes met hers, solicitous and concerned as he panted out, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah...yeah amazing,” she said, smiling, “I just want to come on your cock. I want to feel you inside.”
“Shut up and fuck me you cocky little shit,” she barked out playfully, making them both smile. “Prove to me that that little trinket will never satisfy me again, detective.”
“Oh darling...” he purred as he crawled farther up the bed to kiss her, sharing her own taste with her. He stood up for a moment to slide his boxers off, revealing his cock (which was just as gorgeous as the rest of him), stroking it lightly in one big hand.
“Jesus Christ,” she gasped when she saw it, big and flushed with a tantalizing drip of precum. She crawled over to him and taking it into her mouth hastily, dying to savor it. He groaned in ecstatic surprise at the feeling of her hot mouth around him, her clever tongue caressing the hard length. He combed his hand through her hair, chuckling softly, teasing, “eager, are we darling?”
He pinned her on her back, caging her between his strong arms, “Cocky, yes....little...well, my dear, I think we both know that's just a bit inaccurate.” His tone changed as he settled between her legs, and his hand stroked her cheek gently. He asked, “You're okay? This is okay?”
“Yes...please...just go in slowly?”
He nodded.
Magnus eased in gently, as they both gasped at the decadent feeling of his cock inside her slick, warm walls, adjusting to each other. “Mmmm. God...yes,” she purred, stroking his sharp cheekbone with her soft little hand. Meeting his eyes she said, “Magnus?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Now, please, fuck me like a whore.”
It rough and relentless as Magnus drove into her again and again while her legs clamped tight around him, calves bouncing on the muscular curve of his ass as he moved. The wave of both of their orgasms crashed quickly and simultaneously as they rode it out, making a mess of the old duvet, and collapsing naked against each other, spent and smiling. Mara massaged Mangus' head as he rested it against her breasts. He trailed little pecks along the soft skin, sighing contentedly. She peeked over his lovely golden fleece to see where the blue-glowing monitors were still reporting their downloads in progress with lots of time to go. Idly she said, “Looks like this is going to take longer than we thought.”
“Oh no, whatever shall we do in the meantime,” Magnus chimed in from where he had begun lapping his tongue over her tits, as they both laughed in an all encompassing high of relief.
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just-the-hiddles · 3 years
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Weekend Reading | November 13, 2020
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Hello!  Another set to weekend reading and fun fics to check out this week!  Let’s dive in!
Pineapple Juicy by @tuiccim​ Bucky Barnes x Reader-   Delicious and sweet smut.  Pun intended.  A great read!
Punishments and Praise by @frostbitten-written​ Oakley x OFC- I am here for a sub!Tom.  Here for it.  All day, every day.  This was delicious and torturous.  I LOVED IT!  
Pink Fluffy Handcuffs by @villainousshakespeare​ Magnus Martinsson x OFC-  Again a bit of sub!Tom, this time with Magnus.  I love this little series with these two.  So much fun!!  
Blue Ocean Floor   by @avintagekiss24​ Steve Rogers x Black Female Reader- I never really thought I would enjoy a mermaid AU, but I was wrong. So wrong!  I love the crossover with DCEU and the story.  I kind of want the prequel and see how everything fell apart as well as a sequel.  It was lush.  And the smut is of the highest quality.
Mommy Dearest by @donutloverxo​ Steve Rogers x Desi Female Reader- So sweet!  I loved it.  I probably would be more like the mom in the story.  I love a nervous Steve.  LOVE!
On Steve Shaving Your Head by @helahades​ Steve Rogers x Black Female Reader-   The emotion in this was so raw.  And Steve was so soft.  Loved it.  
Non-con/Dark Fic Pick:
Happily Ever After by @gotnofucks​ Steve Rogers x Desi Female Reader- It is dark and scary but not necessarily for shock value.  Steve is both cold and caring.  It is like watching a glass fall from the counter.  You want to stop it but all you can do is watch.  I linked Part 2 which has a link to Part 1.
Until next week!
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Personalities Within
Chapter 8
Loki/OFC; Tom Hiddleston/OFC
Rated E - smut, romance,
Tom and Magnus come up with a theory, while Loki makes his announcement about his relationship with Charlotte
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liminalpebble · 9 months
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Liminalpebble’s Masterlist Library
Sex and Death (Masterlist)
A Wallander fanfic (Magnus Martinsson x Original Female Character)
Synopsis: Detective Magnus Martinsson and Noura Harik (a forensic linguist) are racing to find an enigmatic serial killer before he sets his sights on one of their own, but when Harik reaches a breaking point with the temperamental Inspector Wallander, everything changes.  
A/N: Magnus Martinsson x OFC, slow burn to smut, murder and violence (from the killer, not our protagonists), Minors DNI
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Violet (Masterlist)
 Will Ransome (The Essex Serpent) x Original Female Character  
Summary: The solitary Reverend Ransome leaves the empty nest of his home in Essex, beginning his life as a professor in London. His expectation of a contemplative religious life as a pious widower is complicated by an odd and alluring foreign student, Violetta Vespero. How can the conflicted vicar keep his gaze and worship skyward with such delicious temptations before him on Earth?
CW: Sacrilege all over the place, slow Burn to smut, angst, multi-parter, probably pretty historically inaccurate. Minors DNI
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The Refugee (Masterlist)
AU Loki x Original Female Character (COMPLETE)
Summary: In a timeline where Loki, the prodigal prince of Asgard, struck out to establish his vast and powerful Laufeyson Empire, he stumbles upon Lenora, a refugee scarred by his bloodshed. One of the few surviving Morhari, she is captured and forced to use her considerable intelligence in service to the fearful warlord who destroyed her nation and her life. Will the peasant turned captive asset find her way to freedom and her own power, and will the cruel and scheming god of mischief discover that he can be more than a villain?
CW: Non/dubious consent. slow burn to eventual smut. violence and torture. Loki is very unambiguously bad, morally complex but bad, and does bad things.18+ readers only.  
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Eddie's Education (Masterlist)
Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Original Female Character
Summary: 15 years after the events in the upside-down and Eddie's unlikely survival, he's still left with scars and an uneventful life working at his uncle's garage and as a part-time bartender. Although he planned to get out of Hawkins like a bat out of hell, he's still there and feeling stuck. At Uncle Wayne's suggestion, Eddie goes to night school to finally get his GED. Little does Eddie know that his life is about to get a lot more interesting when he meets his tutor, Leia, and realizes staying in Hawkins might not be so bad after all.
A/N: Eddie Munson x OFC, slow burn to eventual smut, multi-parter. Cannon divergent. morbid subjects discussed. Eddie's a sweetheart, Eddie Lives! Minors DNI
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Stray (A Lokitty Tale)
(Complete!)
A/N: Hi all. This began as a prompt suggestion by @mischief2sarawr and has since grown three heads and answers to no one. It's now a multipart, very fluffy, story about Lokitty. I have no idea where I'm going with this except definitely to the comfort district of fluff town...maybe driving through a little traffic jam of angst on the way there.
Synopsis: It's 1971 and you're a single shop girl living in the tumultuous, often damp, city of Seattle, feeling lost and alone. Meanwhile, Loki (under the guise of D.B. Cooper) is on the run from Thor the moment he jumped out of that plane. After crash landing in a dumpster and disguising himself as a stray cat to lay low, he becomes your beloved feline room mate and an unusual friendship begins to grow.
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One Shots, Requests, and Drabbles (coming soon)
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Love Letters From... (coming soon)
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Memes What I Made (coming soon)
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And finally, a special appearance of SAS mascot Mew Mew the Mango. 💚
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liminalpebble · 5 months
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Hi, lovely! 💕 I’d like to request a drabble featuring Magnus. Perhaps a smutty one? I’ll leave all the details up to you.
(You cannot convince me that boy isn’t a freak! He’s likely got some tricks that would make even Blanche Devereaux herself blush.)
Hello my love! Thank you for being a friend!
By sheer luck I did a raunchy as fuck Magnus fic not too long ago based on a brilliant prompt from @muddyorbs.
Her request was to put Magnus and OFC on a mission together and he finds a little vibe in her suitcase and things get spicy. It's a very hostile fucky situation and I imagine our girl as a Lisbeth Salander type because my queer little heart is in love with her too. Anyway, I hope this pleases your inner Blanche as you reach for the cheesecake.
Much love, '
Peb
Magnus Martinsson fanfic, Magnus Martinsson x OFC, smut!, one shot, enemies to lovers (well...fuckers?), hostile but very consensual fucking, Minors DNI
Word count: about 3000 (sorry...bit of a honker. Worth it. I promise).
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Bullets
Mara rolled her black-lined eyes when the call from Wallander came in. “Mara, are you still freelancing? We really need a tech wizard on this one.”
“Cute euphemism, Kurt...points for flattery. You need a hacker who will do the dirty work so your little lapdog techie can keep his hands clean while micromanaging me.”
Wallander sighed, and quipped sarcastically, “Why, yes, Mara, I'm doing very well, thanks. How are you today? Still your charming self, I see. By the way, you're on speaker. ” He looked across the conference table to where Martinsson (said lapdog techie) was glaring at his superior for putting him in this situation yet again.
Mara's eyes scanned around her tiny apartment full of computer equipment and old band tee shirts piled in an ever-increasing mound of black cotton. In her own mind, she'd named it Mount Doom. “Oh you know, Kurt, living that rich girl high life,” she replied in a prickly tone, toking on the remains of a joint from the night before. “And whose fault is it that I'm on speaker, hm? Really. You should know better by now.” She blew smoke out in a resigned exhale, “Alright Wallander, tell that minion of yours I'm in. I'm sure he'll be delighted.”
Kurt raised his voice. “His name is Magnus, or Detective Martinsson and I'd appreciate it if you stop calling him 'lapdog' or 'minion' especially to his face as you seem rather fond of doing...”
“Alright Kurt, see you tomorrow,” she said interrupting his lecture to end the conversation.
“Charming,” Magnus groaned.
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“The same room?” Mara said, with an air of annoyance, hauling her bags up the hill to the rundown Motorlodge.
Martinsson sighed and said with an edge of frustration, “Yes Mara, the same room. We can't work together from different rooms.”
“Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot, minion! I know that, but I thought that at least when we're taking shifts we'd have our own space to rest. It could be days! It would have been nice if the police department had sprung at least for adjoining rooms. I'd even tolerate sharing a bathroom with you if...”
Magnus stopped in his tracks, putting a hand up so she nearly stumbled directly into him. “Can you please, please not do this? I'm just here to do my job, just like you are. Can we try not to be at each other's throats?” As he said it she couldn't help looking at his throat, that pretty pale neck and sharp jawline she'd love to suck on and bite and make him moan while...
“Mara!” he barked, snapping her out of her lurid daydream.
“Okay...fucking hell. Okay,” she said, shouldering past him to enter the little 70's time capsule of a room. He fortified himself with a deep breath, stepping into her wake.
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“Well,” she said, between sips from the paper cup, “At least the Bates Motel has a pretty decent coffee machine.”
They both laughed and smiled to each other, faces bathed in the blue glow of computer screens; a rare truce. They had set up efficiently, both very good at their jobs and surprisingly good at working together despite the personality clashes.
“See?”
“See what?” Mara asked, sitting forward to scan the screen.
Magnus put a finger on her chin to turn her face towards him instead. “See how nice it can be when we actually just have a pleasant cup of coffee together and work?”, he elaborated. It was adorable, she had to admit...those big innocent blue eyes and golden curls making him look like a particularly naive, hopeful and, possibly stupid, angel. But from his work and credentials, she knew he was far from idiotic; just sweet, gullible, optimistic. And as he was staring at her with that sweet dumb incredibly handsome face, it just made her inexplicably angry, like his kindness was some kind of trick.
She shrugged, and took a sip to avoid looking at him, then stated, “Their hard drives will take hours to clone. It's a waiting game for now.” She yawned and cracked her knuckles, stretching up from the uncomfortable chair to flop onto the tacky paisley comforter. A sliver of orange glow from the setting sun slid between the heavy curtains, illuminating her body, and Magnus couldn't help but notice that like that, in this wash of golden hour light, she really was very pretty. Yet, for some inexplicable reason Mara seemed almost determined not to be, with her prickly personality and tent-like clothes hiding her rather nice curves. What a shame he thought.
Magnus took the opportunity to move too, rising to his feet and stretching his long arms over his head. Mara peeked at him with one surreptitiously open eye to drink in the sharp dips and muscle of his lower belly and hips as his shirt raised, ever so slightly, to show skin. Why does he have to have the body of a fucking Greek god? Jesus Christ. Eyes wondering south, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rather generous outline in his pants, she saw where his service revolver was strapped to him in a shocking interruption of black metal and leather. It didn't suit such a soft, posh, pretty boy to be toting around a gun like some cowboy. Having come from a wealthy suburb, Martinsson could never understand the grip of fear firearms held on poor neighborhoods like hers. She didn't like guns, and she didn't like the criminals or the cops who didn't seem to mind using them liberally in her childhood neighborhood while everyone else was caught in the crossfire.
“Do you have to wear that thing?” Mara asked, gesturing to the holster. “It's only me. I'm like a foot shorter than you and you could probably kill me with your bare hands if you wanted. Are there bullets in it now?”
Magnus turned to her, eyes soft and considerate. “Well, yes. It's part of the job. We have to wear them at all times on the clock and they have to be loaded. And it's not you I'm afraid of, Mara,” he said, sitting beside her on the bed, looking at his hands. “It's you I need to be ready to protect if things go south.”
Mara turned to perch on her elbow and look up at him, genuinely swooning for a second before she recovered hastily, coating it with sarcasm. “Awww...my hero. This is why they call you The Prince Charming of Ystad? And I know damn well you're afraid of me.”
“Not afraid...annoyed. Are you allergic to having a single genuine moment of humanity between us? What have I ever done to you?” he huffed sounding wounded, and standing up again to pace.
She groaned, standing up to face him, admitting to herself that she had been especially hard on him, and she couldn't even be entirely sure why (or at least, she wouldn't admit why, not even to herself). “Look, Magnus, I'm sorry, really.”
“Really?” he said cautiously, distrustful and surprised.
“Yeah..yeah, really. I've been such a bitch to you.”
As Magnus spotted the unprecedented chink in her armor, it set off the explosion of a tirade. It finally released itself from his mouth after brewing for months and he was powerless to stop it. “Listen. I don't know why you're like this, Mara, really I don't. I haven't done a bloody thing to deserve this, neither has Kurt.”
Mara felt a little fizzle of fear at the mounting growl in his voice, and she felt a little ashamed, but also aroused. It was deeply confusing.
“I wasn't socialized enough as a puppy. Why the fuck do you think, pretty boy? You're cops. I don't like cops. I don't like what you stand for...your mindless conformity...”
Magnus' voice rose, “Did it occur to you that some of them, Kurt and I for example, chose this life to protect people? Because we care about people, even people like you who hate us. And I'm not saying you don't have a good reason to hate the police, but you don't have to hate us. We're on your bloody side. And...and you think you're so clever and rebellious with your bitch act and your black hair dye....and and...your edgy jewelry,” he continued, reaching down to her open bag where there was an unusual silver necklace, with a heavy bullet for a pendant. He lifted it saying, “Oh so you don't like guns and bullets, but you'll wear them to look oh so cool and fashionable? What a fucking hypocrite...”
Mara was thunderstruck (and frankly excited) by his anger but the end of his little speech made her want to laugh hysterically. He had no idea that what he was holding was a state-of-the-art vibrator, beautifully designed to multitask as a piece of jewelry styled after an actual bullet. She thwarted her chuckle to say simply, “Please put that back. It was expensive.”
Magnus blinked in confusion, as if slapped by her unexpected response. As he moved to put it back, one of his long fingers fumbled around it, accidentally pressing a hidden button. As he dropped it back on top of her bag of toiletries, it began to buzz. The detective narrowed his eyes, mouth agape as the gears turned in his lovely head. “Is...is your necklace...vibrating. Holy shit...is that a...”. His broad Cheshire cat smile unfurled across his face, as he began to chuckled in long breathy laughs.
Now it was her turn to be angry...not to mention mortified. She darted her hand out to switch it off, crossed her arms, and stormed to the other side of the room. “Oh this is rich,” he purred out in his deep delicious voice. “Why did you bring that? And when on earth did you expect to have the time and privacy to use it?”
She yelled, “That's none of your business! And I thought we'd have separate rooms.”
He moved closer, now standing directly in front of her. She felt that looking into his bright eyes might sear her like a laser, so she settled for looking forward at his chest. Then his long soft fingers, tucked themselves under her chin, raising her eyes to his, as he asked in a deep intimidating voice, “Mara, why did you really bring that with you?”
Fuck. She could see why he was so good at interrogations. This is the kind of man it was no use lying to. She sputtered, “Be...because I know it might be a few days and...”
“And?” he prompted, taking a step closer.
She fumbled nervously, “And...and...because I knew I'd be trapped with you strutting around with your perfect fucking body and your pretty fucking face and your sweet fucking disposition, and I'd have to take care of myself if I wanted to think straight...okay?”
His smile dropped even as the heat of excitement coursed through his body. Magnus could see she was flustered, defenses down, nearly to the point of tears. Finally it occurred to him; so this is why she was so mean, so prickly and defensive towards him... because she liked him so much. She was harboring a hopeless school girl crush and assumed all of his kindness towards her...his goodness...was some kind of joke to mock her. She ignored the reality that he paid attention to her because he liked her too. She excited and intrigued him, but that all turned to bitter frustration that she would never let him near her. He just kept encountering all that barbed wire around her and finally quit trying to breach it...until now.
“Mara,” he said her name reverently like a prayer, in a low gentle whisper, full of empathy and kindness. He moved his hand from where it still was propped under her chin, to cradle her face. Neither of them could say who moved first as they crashed together, but before they knew it they were latched onto each other's hot mouths, kissing, licking, biting, barely able to breathe and neither of them minded.
He moved to her neck, sucking it hungrily then growled into her ear, “You think that little gadget could hold a fucking candle to me?”. She moaned in response, sliding her shaking fingers to begin unbuttoning his shirt while he worked at his pants and his holster. He was peeled out in moments, looking absolutely mouthwatering in nothing but his underwear. Mara tore her shirt and bra off over her head, then pressed the swell of her breasts against his firm torso, while her lips rejoined his. Her leg swung around his waist as she licked up his throat, bit his earlobe playfully and said, “Pull my hair. Call me a bitch again...”
He was panting as he said, “I...didn't call you a bitch...I said it was a 'bitch act'...”.
She gathered his curls between her fingers and tugged while she bit at his lovely throat, drawing a nearly-pornographic moan from the young cop. “I said, call me a bitch, you pedant.”
It was adorable, how he struggled to get the word out. He was the type of well-bred man who had trouble calling a woman anything other than “Miss”, which made it even hotter when his eyes darkened and his mouth twisted as he growled out, “You delicious bitch” and wrapped his big hand around her ponytail, yanking sharply. She was grinding against he thick erection, teasing him, desperate for him, until he stopped her with a bruising grip on her hips and met her eyes. “You called me a lapdog, huh? Well, there's only one lap I'm interested in being in,” he said in a velvety purr as he tugged her pants and panties off of her, pushing her onto the bed completely naked, as he snaked between her legs, biting and sucking ravenously at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, breath ghosting against her soaked pussy. She wove her fingers into his hair with surprising gentleness as she sighed and writhed while he kissed his way up.
When he licked the first firm line up her slit she arched her back and gasped out, “Holy fuck,” while he chuckled against her skin and she could feel his smile.
“Mmmm...you're even more delicious than I imagined,” he confessed, and the idea of him jacking off, thinking about this only aroused her more.
He began to suck delicately on her clit and swirl his tongue, bringing her close to the brink in mere moments. She lifted his head gently and said, “Wait...wait.”
His big, bright eyes met hers, solicitous and concerned as he panted out, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah...yeah amazing,” she said, smiling, “I just want to come on your cock. I want to feel you inside.”
“Oh darling...” he purred as he crawled farther up the bed to kiss her, sharing her own taste with her. He stood up for a moment to slide his boxers off, revealing his cock (which was just as gorgeous as the rest of him), stroking it lightly in one big hand. “Jesus Christ,” she gasped when she saw it, big and flushed with a tantalizing drip of precum. She crawled over to him and taking it into her mouth hastily, dying to savor it. He groaned in ecstatic surprise at the feeling of her hot mouth around him, her clever tongue caressing the hard length. He combed his hand through her hair, chuckling softly, teasing, “eager, are we darling?”
“Shut up and fuck me you cocky little shit,” she barked out playfully, making them both smile. “Prove to me that that little trinket will never satisfy me again, detective.”
He pinned her on her back, caging her between his strong arms, “Cocky, yes....little...well, my dear, I think we both know that's just a bit inaccurate.” His tone changed as he settled between her legs, and his hand stroked her cheek gently. He asked, “You're okay? This is okay?”
“Yes...please...just go in slowly?”
He nodded.
Magnus eased in gently, as they both gasped at the decadent feeling of his cock inside her slick, warm walls, adjusting to each other. “Mmmm. God...yes,” she purred, stroking his sharp cheekbone with her soft little hand. Meeting his eyes she said, “Magnus?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Now, please, fuck me like a whore.”
It rough and relentless as Magnus drove into her again and again while her legs clamped tight around him, calves bouncing on the muscular curve of his ass as he moved. The wave of both of their orgasms crashed quickly and simultaneously as they rode it out, making a mess of the old duvet, and collapsing naked against each other, spent and smiling. Mara massaged Mangus' head as he rested it against her breasts. He trailed little pecks along the soft skin, sighing contentedly. She peeked over his lovely golden fleece to see where the blue-glowing monitors were still reporting their downloads in progress with lots of time to go. Idly she said, “Looks like this is going to take longer than we thought.”
“Oh no, whatever shall we do in the meantime,” Magnus chimed in from where he had begun lapping his tongue over her tits, as they both laughed in an all encompassing high of relief.
@smolvenger @goblingirlsarah I can't think who else might like this one, but feel free to share!
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liminalpebble · 10 months
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Sex and Death (Masterlist)
A Wallander fanfic
Synopsis: Detective Magnus Martinsson and Noura Harik (a forensic linguist) are racing to find an enigmatic serial killer before he sets his sights on one of their own, but when Harik reaches a breaking point with the temperamental Inspector Wallander, everything changes.
A/N: Magnus Martinsson x OFC, slow burn to smut, murder and violence (from the killer, not our protagonists), Minors DNI
Chapter 1: The Catalyst
Chapter 2: The Longest Night
Chapter 3: Food and Lodging 
Chapter 4: Making Concessions 
Chapter 5: Nightmares
Chapter 6: Not Alone
Chapter 7: The News and The Weather
Chapter 8: The One Stop Shop
CW: This begins the chapters in which the murder mystery really takes off. There will be descriptions of violence, murder, and some characters will use racist, sexist, or other types of xenophobic language befitting the characterization of some really nasty people and bad guys. If this is something that is too disturbing to you, please take care of yourself first and do not read it. And as always, Minors DNI
Chapter 9: Red
Chapter 10: Covers and Protectors
Chapter 11: Maamoul
Chapter 12: Green
Chapter 13: Theories
Chapter 14: Insomnia
Taglist: @peacefulpianist @peaches1958 @icytrickster17 @sired-to-hybrid @mjsthrillernp @acidcasualties @loz-3 @annoyingsweetsstranger @alexakeyloveloki @marcotheflychair @muddyorbs @smolvenger @sweetsigyn @goblingirlsarah @lovelysizzlingbluebird
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liminalpebble · 10 months
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Sex and Death: Chapter 1, The Catalyst
AO3 Link
Masterlist
Synopsis: Detective Magnus Martinsson and Noura Harik (a forensic linguist) are racing to find an enigmatic serial killer before he sets his sights on one of their own, but when Harik reaches a breaking point with the temperamental Inspector Wallander, everything changes.
A/N: Magnus Martinson x OFC, slow burn to smut, murder and violence (from the killer, not our protagonists), Minors DNI
Chapter 1: The Catalyst
“THAT'S ENOUGH!” Noura screamed. Five sets of wide startled eyes fixed on her in the Ystad Station briefing room where she stood at the head of the table. Five detectives wore expression of surprise. The sixth face in the room, that of Kurt Wallander, was directly in her line of sight. He fixed her with a disgruntled glower. Unlike the others, the team leader was annoyed, but not particularly surprised that this had finally happened.
Noura Harik, the forensic linguist contracted by the Ystad Police to help hunt down a serial killer, had had enough. She had been working closely with Detective Martinsson (the tech wizard of the department) for several exhausting weeks as the unknown but loquacious psychopath tormented them with a bloody game of cat and mouse. Bodies were piling up and nerves were fraying. Noura and Magnus had just presented their findings. They had, through Noura's linguistic expertise, and Magnus' tailored statistical programs, narrowed the pool of suspects from hundreds to dozens. The two were an impressive team, and would have very much enjoyed the academic challenges of their work, if it weren't for the horrific and stressful circumstances around it. They smiled to each other in amazement and hugged, slapping each other on the back, when they realized they had been able to create a highly probable profile from a mere handful of coded and un-coded letters, notes and journals.
However, the bubble of their scholarly enthusiasm promptly burst as Noura nearly finished her presentation before the group. Mid-sentence, Wallander interrupted her by slamming his fist on the table, shouting. “NOT GOOD ENOUGH...Harik...Martinsson...a pool of dozens is not close enough.” Gesturing to the ever growing row of victim photos on the cork board, he hollered, “We need more  to go on and we need it faster or another girl like this dies! I'm sure your brain games and code-cracking are lots of fun and all, but these are human beings dammit and the clock is ticking! If you're looking for pats on the back and gold stars for being so bloody clever...if that's all you two care about...you won't get them until we have this man behind bars.”
It was the latest episode of Kurt making Magnus Martinsson and Noura Harik his punching bag for the unforgivable crime of being the youngest, kindest, and, probably, the most intelligent in the room. It had happened dozens of times in the last two weeks, and this was the final straw for Miss Harik.
Now that the usually reasonable and soft-spoken linguist had started, she found she couldn't stop her tirade any more than she could stop a boulder from hurdling downhill, picking up speed.
“Inspector Wallander, lashing out at us won't make any difference except to make it worse. I know you're stressed. We're all stressed. That doesn't give you the right to make all of us your whipping post. It's unprofessional, it's inexcusable, and, thankfully, I don't answer to you, so I'm in a position to say this while the rest of your team has to suffer with their mouths shut.”
“Ms. Harik...” Kurt began, in his disgruntled, demeaning voice.
“I am NOT finished, Inspector. You think it's weighing on you, Wallander. Look at the board, at those faces,” she said, indignant fury trembling in her voice. “Look at the 8 victims he has slaughtered in our own back yard. What do you see? Huh? Women, ages 25-40, all of Middle Eastern descent, tan skin, black hair, brown eyes.” She gestured to her own face pointedly, “You think the stakes are high for you, Inspector? You think YOU'RE the only one motivated to catch this man? When I go home, Kurt, I fear for my life, so don't you DARE take out your pain and anger on us. We're all carrying our own suffering without throwing tantrums, as you are. We're doing our best, and your childish bullshit doesn't help.”
She forcefully slid a flash drive down the table to the lead inspector. “Here's every single piece of work we've done on this case, worthless as it apparently is to you. Have at it, and see if you do any better. I'm going home...”
As she threw on her coat and bag, Wallander finally mumbled softly, “Not without a police escort, you're not.” She was genuinely surprised by his tone. Underneath his grumpy old bastard exterior, Kurt Wallander cared a great deal, maybe too much...so much that he couldn't keep a lid on his feelings when he should.
Magnus' normally large blue eyes were even bigger than usual, like an animal in headlights. He shook himself out of his stunned trance with a few blinks and said, “I'll take her,” and Wallander nodded his approval.
As Noura stormed out, the junior detective had to hustle after her. “Hey hey heyyyy,” he said catching up to her with his long strides, grabbing her lightly by the arm. He smiled that relentlessly charming grin and turned her to face him. She wanted to stay angry, thinking that it would keep her awake and working harder, but she couldn't while that handsome boyish face was looking at her so kindly. Noura released a trembling exhale. “Jesus, Magnus, I'm shaking.”
He nodded setting large warm hand on her shoulder. “That'll be adrenaline, and exhaustion, and probably hunger. You need to go home and rest. Kurt is sending me with you.”
“With me?” she repeated, baffled.
“Yes. It's not safe for you...taking the bus or walking.”
“I'm not a child, Magnus!”
“No, but you are in the vulnerable demographic of a serial killer who may also know that you're the one who's on to him. I'm staying with you,” he said with a commanding finality.
She nodded, conceding to the sense of the arrangement. “Thank you,” she said with sincerity.
He smiled and nodded his curly blond head. “And don't worry if your place is a mess. I'm a single guy and a police officer. You should see the disaster I live in. It'll make you feel better.” He kept joking as he put a protective arm around her, walking her to his car through the gust of snow, saying, “I might even decide to move in...write my flat off as a lost cause, you know? Say, does your building have a laundry? Mine doesn't. I need to know the amenities of my new home. Is there a room service option?”
She chuckled at that and he felt utter joy to finally hear the sound, and to be the cause of it.
Taglist: @peacefulpianist @peaches1958 @icytrickster17 @sired-to-hybrid @mjsthrillernp @acidcasualties @loz-3 @annoyingsweetsstranger @alexakeyloveloki @marcotheflychair @muddyorbs @smolvenger @sweetsigyn @goblingirlsarah @lovelysizzlingbluebird
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liminalpebble · 3 months
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WIP tag game
RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
(Thanks for the tag @joejoequinnquinn ! Most of mine are ongoing series that I haven't wrapped up, but there are a few new surprises for the next multiparters I'm cookin!)
1. Violet (Will Ransome × ofc)
2. Eddie's Education (older Eddie Munson x ofc)
3. Sex and Death (Magnus Martinsson ×
ofc)
4. Under Your Skin (Hux x ofc) *I haven't announced anything about this yet but feel free to ask!*
5. The Other Side ( KasEddie x ofc ) *also one I haven't given any info about yet! Feel free to ask!
No pressure tags! @lemongingerart @ladyofthestayingpower @glitchquake @eddies-house @unlucky-number-13
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just-the-hiddles · 3 years
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HBC Old Fashioned prompt:
"I'm sorry but I have a wife"
"I am your wife."
Hope you get this!! Loving these stuff!!
❤❤
So I couldn’t resist writing this one for Magnus Martinsson and my OC character, Honey (because let’s be honest, these two are ending up together.) For @the-th-horniest-book-club
That’s My Wife
Pairing:  Magnus Martinsson x OFC (Honey)
Summary: Magnus goes out with Wallander for a few drinks and gets too drunk and doesn’t recognize his wife.
Warnings:  mentions of D/s relationship, submissive male, drinking (I swear I can write sober characters)
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It was Friday night and Magnus was looking forward to heading home for a relaxing evening with Honey.
“Magnus?” Kurt stopped by Magnus’s desk on his way out. “Would you care to join us for a few beers at the bar?” Kurt pulled on his jacket.
“Me?” Magnus pointed at himself. “You never invite me out, are you sure?”
Kurt smiled down. “You worked hard on solving that Gustafsson case this week. You deserve it. Unless you have big plans with that wife of yours.”
Magnus blushed. “I am sure it will be fine if I go out for a few pints.” He fished his phone out. “Let me check in with her.”
Darling is it okay if go out with Kurt for a few pints before coming home?
His phone beeped.
Of course, baby. Enjoy yourself and call if you need me to pick you up. Love you.
Magnus typed back a quick message.
Thank you darling. I love you so much.
Magnus tucked the phone back into his pocket and grabbed his jacket off his chair. “Let’s go.”
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Several hours and many beers later, Kurt texted Honey with Magnus’s phone.
I’ve taken his keys. He celebrated a bit too much. Here’s the address.
Honey clicked her tongue at Kurt’s message and tugged on her shoes, grabbing her keys before heading out of the apartment. “Naughty boy.”
Kurt and Magnus were outside the bar waiting for her when she got there fifteen minutes later.
“Kurt, why did you let him drink so much?” she scolded.
Kurt shrugged his shoulders. “I lost track.”
“I’m perfectly capable of driving home.” Magnus piped up, slightly slurring his words. He wrapped his arms around Honey’s waist. “You are beautiful, you remind me of my wife.” He smiled at her.
Honey smiled at him. “Thank you, baby. I get that a lot. Let’s get you home, baby.” She heaved him onto her side and half dragged, half carried Magnus to the passenger side of the car, slamming the door on Magnus. He slumped against the seat. Honey marched towards Kurt and held out her hand.
“Keys and phone, please.”
Kurt slapped them in her hand and she pocketed them. “You owe me, Wallander!” she called out after him before taking off.
***
Magnus was even more handsy in the car than usual.
“Magnus!” Honey slapped his hand away. “I am driving. If you continue, I am going to have to punish you when we get home. Can you be my good boy?”
Magnus perked up. “No! Please, I will be good. I promise, Mistress, to be the best boy.”
“I’m holding you to that, baby.”
Magnus squirmed and eventually sat on his hands to stop himself from touch Honey.
Finally, he started to doze off as they reached the apartment. Honey shut off the car and came around to pull Magnus out of the car.
“I am glad you have a ground floor apartment because I am not hauling you upstairs, baby.”
“Hmmm, I can walk.” Magnus whined.
She kissed his cheek. “I am sure you can, baby, but not in a straight line. Let’s get you to bed.”
Magnus leaned towards her. “If you wanted sex, all you had to do was ask.” He pulled his jacket off.
“In the house, Magnus!” She hauled him to the front door and basically pushed him inside before he got anything more than his jacket off.
Magnus leaned against the door and toed his boots off. “Where am I?”
“Home.”
He furrowed his brow. “Who are you?”
“Honey.” She tugged at his belt and pants.
Magnus jerked away. “Don’t touch me! I’m sorry, you are beautiful, but I have a wife.” He holds up his hand to show his ring. “And she won’t take kindly to someone else touching me like that.”
Honey giggled. “I am your wife, silly boy.” She grabbed his face and kissed him. “I love you, even drunk off your ass.”
Magnus closed his eyes as he kissed her, deepening the kiss. Honey pulled away and Magnus’s eyes fluttered open.
“Honey! Darling.” His eyes darted around. “There’s some girl around trying to get into my pants.”
“She better not, you belong to me, baby.”
He ran his hands through his curls. “I told her I was married but then…” He blushed deeply. “… I think she kissed me!”
“The slut!” she giggled. “Let’s get you to bed and I will go take care of her.”
Magnus leaned against Honey as she led him down the hallway and the bedroom, flopping him onto the bed and finishing taking off his jeans. “Thank you, Mistress, you take such good care of me. I love you.”
Honey leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I love you too, my good boy. My good very drunk boy. Tomorrow I will tell what happened.”
Magnus already had fallen asleep.
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just-the-hiddles · 4 years
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Weekend Reading | October 4, 2019
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Hello my little pumpkins!  It’s fall y’all!  At least it is supposedly, someone tell the weather!  Anyways. A new set of stories coming at you for the weekend.  We got a bit of everything this week, including a new segment called Bonus Stories!  For those regularly recc’d fandoms as well as just more stories.  This week I added some Dr. Strange fics.  
My Love Awaits by @hopelessromanticspoonie  Loki x Reader-  Okay this gave me all the feels.  It is fluff and angst wrapped up in a yummy package. Yes Hopeless is a good friend of mine but this story is too good not to include.
Something Stronger by @yespolkadotkitty Jonathan Pine x Reader-  Another friend recommendation!  A smutty romp with our favorite spy, Jonathan Pine.  That last chapter will kill you. I linked to Part 1.
Date Night by @capchrisevaans Chris Evans x Reader-  A nice sweet fluffy bit of Chris.  I love this with the rain and the steaminess at the end. Lovely.  
The Wall by @mrs-ella-laufeyson Tom Hiddleston x Reader-  Pure Smut but how delicious!  I am a sucker for wall sex.  So hot!
My Queen by @toomanystoriessolittletime Tom Hiddleston x Reader-  Halloween, costumes, smut, Tom, in the words of Stefan from SNL this story has everything.  Delicious.  
Much Better by @nuggsmum Magnus Martinsson x OFC-  Holy hell!  This is hot!  Like knock my breath out hot!  This is the only Magnus I want from now on!  Now I need a shower.  
Bonus Stories:
So I am going to from time to time include bonus stories.  This may be just other stories I read or maybe something from a fandom I don’t usually rec.  But anyways, here we go.
Can You Help Me With My Tie? by @whirlybirbs Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader-  The cutest piece of fluff ever!  I love it!  Makes Stephen feel human, which he is but you know what I mean.  A bit of romance.  So cute!  Nice and short too!
Hot Chocolate and Marshmallows by @after-avenging-hours Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader- More Stephen fluff!  And it is winter, with snow and hot chocolate!  With Marshmallows!!!  I love it!  Nice and cozy.  
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Weekend Reading | July 31, 2020
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Hello cats and kittens!  More weekend reading coming right here for you!  Let’s dive right in!!
Black Velvet By @fadingcoast​ Loki x Reader- Absolutely delicious filth!  So incredibly hot!  Read the warnings but if this your jam, yum!
Untitled Magnus Drabble  by @ladyfluff​ Magnus Martinsson x Reader-  Sick Magnus with a child?  So sweet and fluffy.  I melted a little reading it.  
Mere Mortal by @mostly-marvel-musings​ Vampire! Bucky and Vampire! Loki x Human! Reader-  This one hooked me right away.  I am dying to see Bucky and Loki vie for the Reader’s affection.  A definite one to check out!!
Promises by @jewels2876​ Tom Hiddleston x Reader-  Tom Hiddleston and tennis are a match made in heaven.  This was sultry and so teasing.  Loved it!!
Ties That Bind by @hopelessromanticspoonie​ Adam x OFC- Oh the tension!  I am loving this landlord vampire fics.  Lilly is hilarious and Adam is well Adam.  And that classic Spoons style that makes you swoon!
Until next week!
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Weekend Reading | June 26, 2020
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Hello my peeps, a quick weekend reading here because I have more smut to write!  Thank you and apologies to all the people whose dashboards I have flooded and will flood again.  And to the new followers and readers!  Here are some great stories to check out this week!
Perfection by @nildespirandum​ Sir Thomas Sharpe x OFC-  another binge read of mine.  The fucking suspense!  A delight.  Thomas as a sex worker.  Wow!  LOVE
Untitled by @hopelessromanticspoonie​ Loki x Reader- haunting, sad, hopeful, beautiful.  Such a way with words.  I could feel it.  
Daddy by @stargazingfangirl18​ Ransom x Reader-  So hot.  Damn.  I don’t need another obssession but Ransom is starting to be a problem for me.  
Bunnies in the Rain by @villainousshakespeare​  Magnus Martinsson x Reader- This was delicious!   I loved this.  Magnus is spot on!!
Smidge of Red  by @simsadventures​  Vampire!Bucky x Reader-  An entry in the Landlord Vampire Fic Frenzy.  Hot and delicious.  I love how the prompt was worked in!  
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just-the-hiddles · 4 years
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Tag Lists for Christmas Stories
I know I have asked before but I just wanted to make sure everyone who wants to get tagged, gets tagged.  I have two Christmas stories for certain that are posting.  One is a Magnus Martinsson x Reader and the other is Tom Hiddleston x OFC.  If you want to be tagged in one or both let me know.  
If you want to be tagged on any my regular tag lists those are open as well. I tag for everything, Loki, and Tom Hiddleston.  
These Christmas stories will be posting starting this weekend and early next week. I will keep the tag list open as I always do.  
Thanks for reading and your support!
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Six Sentence Sunday | Writing Update Edition
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So I am going to do something a little bit different for Six Sentence Sunday today.  I am going to give a six sentence (or less) summary of the remaining stories I have planned for the rest of year.  I will most likely writing some additional one shots from my request list, they are just not planned!  As well as most likely some Loki Christmas stories!  So let’s dive in. Tag Lists are open for any and all these stories, just let me know!
November
The Most Ridiculous Holiday (Loki x Reader, posting November 21)- It is your first Thanksgiving in Tower and have managed to wrangle Loki into helping.  With the promise of chocolate. Loki proves to be less than helpful and the meal may be in peril.  When it comes time to tell what he is grateful for, Loki storms up.  What has gotten into him? And can the Reader pull him out of his funk?
*Devil in Disguise (Tom Hiddleston x Reader, posting before November 21)- It is October 30th and you are waiting at home, patiently waiting for Tom to come home from work.  You know there is a surprise planned for Halloween but Tom has been tight-lipped.  A quick glance at social media reveals Tom in a quite revealing Daredevil costume.  With your engines revving, Tom comes home and has brought the costume home.  You insist he put it on for a private viewing just for you. 
December
*Bah Hiddleston (Tom Hiddleston x OFC, posting the month of December)- Tamra has decided to travel to London over the Christmas holiday but she is not in the Christmas spirit.  A chance encounter brings Tom into her life and he makes it his Christmas mission to help Tamra see the joy and wonder of the holiday season.  But Tom only has 12 days to do and Tamra is stubborn.  As the days wear on, Tamra can feel her resolve soften but not about Christmas and Tom is as charming as ever.  Will there be a Christmas miracle for these two?
*Mistletoe (Magnus Martinsson x Reader, one shot posting in December)- Magnus opened his big mouth to his family and gotten himself into a spot of trouble this holiday season.  He told them he has a girlfriend coming home for Christmas but he is currently unattached.  He turns to you for help, the new transfer to Ystad station, and you just happen to have no plans.  Unbeknownst to Magnus, you are harboring a secret crush for him.  Can you keep your feelings in check or will you crack?
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