#tom hiddleston x dancer!reader

[holdmytesseract]

Little Dancing Star

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: After a stressful day at work, you are relieved to be finally able to shut the door behind yourself. Therefore that Tom was at home currently and not away filming or on a press tour, he had been on dad-duty today. Little did you know, that a cute surprise awaited you…

Warnings: None! This is pure fluff with a touch of, uh, suggestive smut? I don't know if you could even call it that... Anyway, it's super sweet and funny, I'd say!

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: I listened to, well... 'Stand by Me' by Ben E. King and decided to write this little fic for @youlightmeupfinn to hopefully put a smile on her face with it... I know it's been quite stressful for you lately, so I thought I gotta do something to help you get through those stressful times! I hope it works! I love you, girl! :) 🧡

Finally at home, I thought, as I shut the main door behind me. It had been one hell of a day at work... Hectic, stressful and certainly way too long. I sighed, took off my shoes and jacket. Then I tossed my keys into the bowl, standing on the little shelf beside the door, before I made my way towards the living room, expecting to find my husband there. But when I entered the living room, it was empty. The room was dark - just like the kitchen, in which I went next. "Tom?" I received no answer and therefore decided to search upstairs for him. "Tommy?" As soon as my feet touched the ground of the second floor, something urged to my ears... Music. To be exactly, the soft sounds of Ben E. King's Stand by Me - one of Tom's favourites. I slowly walked down the hallway, on search where the song came from - and it turned out to be our daughter Ava's room, of course.

I couldn't help but smile at what I saw, when I pushed the ajar door gently further open. It was almost completely dark inside the room. The only source of light came from Ava's night light. Like I already recognised, played the music box the gentle tunes of Stand by Me. Ava's toys and some of the furniture, like the rocking chair and the small table and chairs had been moved neatly to the side. And my husband and daughter? They were dancing together through the created space, Tom twirling our little girl from time to time around or lifting her up, making her giggle. Dancing... Ava's big passion. She loved to dance and wanted nothing more than to become a ballerina, when she was grown up. That was probably the reason, why she wore her pink ballet apparel… Tom and I agreed to allow her to take dance lessons, when she was big enough.

When my eyes fell on my husband again, I noticed just then what he wore... Let's say he was dressed like his daughter. Yes, it is what you think it is. He wore one of my skirts. A short baby blue plaid skirt. O-kay? Why not? Tom could wear anyway anything. I first thought that he was shirtless, but on the second look, I saw the he was wearing... I blinked, didn't trust my eyes. My beige swimsuit?! What?! Really?! How did he even fit inside that?! I shook my head, but had to stifle a laugh. It was ridiculous, yet so… cute. That combined with his curls being longer, just ending above his shoulders, he looked like a Disney Princess. I covered my mouth with my hand at that thought, suppressing another laugh. The two were so caught up in the dance and music, that they didn't even notice me. So, I took the opportunity to watch them, leaned against the door frame, smiling. Yep... I would never get tired of seeing Tom being a dad.

At some point, the song ended - of course and Tom and Ava took in their final dance position. Tom leaned down and dipped our little girl professionally, causing her to giggle once again. Tom helped her stand, squatted down to be on eye-level with her, then pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Thanks for dancing with me, daddy." Ava smiled like a Cheshire cat. "Of course, princess. Always. I love to dance with my little girl." Tom stated with a smile. "You're an incredible dancer already." That was the moment I decided to make myself noticeable. "Yep. Way better than daddy." Heads whipped around into my direction, barely after the words had left my mouth. When Ava saw that it was me, standing in the door frame, her eyes lit up. "Mommy!" As fast as her small feet could carry her, she ran over to me, blonde-brown curls bouncing. I reached down and swept her off her feet and lifted her up in my arms, cuddling her close. "Hello, my sweet girl." I pressed a kiss to her cheek, receiving a sloppy one in return. "Did you have fun with daddy today?" She nodded eagerly, "Yes!" and began to tell me from her exciting father-daughter day. It was utterly sweet how she explained anything and everything they did together. "And then you made daddy a ballerina, too?" Ava nodded again, smiling brightly. "Uh.Huh! What do you think, mommy?" I looked at Tom, who was standing just a few steps away from me now, before I turned my head back to the little girl in my arms. "I think he looks amazing, sweetheart. You did a great job." She smiled even brighter, eyes sparkling. Yes... I would do anything for my baby, just to see her smile. I set her down gently again, after taking a look on the watch in her room, realising how late it actually already was. "Now off you go to the bathroom and brush your teeth, my little dancing star. It's already late and way past your bedtime." "Can I leave my tutu on?" "Your tutu?" "Please?" I sighed, but nodded. "Okay, yes." "Yay!" She bounced happily up and down, before she ran out of the room, down the hallway, towards the bathroom. I just shook my head, smiling. Little whirlwind... Then I turned around, redirecting my attention towards the man standing in front of me. "Hey, babe." I stepped closer to Tom and stood on my tiptoes, signalling him to lean in for a kiss. Even on my tiptoes, he was way too tall... Tom knew exactly what he had to do, of course, after all those years. He leaned down, meeting me halfway for a soft kiss. "Hello, darling. Long day?" I nodded, sighing. "Yeah..." He took me immediately in his arms. "Today was so stressful." I leaned against him, wrapping my arms around his torso and just enjoying being close to him. "I hate such days..." "I know, love, I'm sorry." Tom started to massage my back, causing me relax even more against his body. I almost started to purr, making Tom laugh. "Good?" "Mhm..." He continued for another while, until I felt completely relaxed. "Thanks, babe." Tom smiled, pressed a kiss on my forehead. "How was your day?" I questioned him then. "My day was wonderful. Every day I can spend with my little girl are wonderful." At his words, I felt my heart almost exploding with love. "Ugh, I love you." Tom giggled softly. "I love you, too, Y/N."

As romantic as this situation was, I couldn't help myself but to say something about the outfit our daughter had dressed him in. I couldn't just let something like this slip, could I? I had to tease Tom a bit.  So, I took a step back, looked at him, biting my lip to hide the smile. "Babe, can I just say... You look breath-taking in my skirt. Almost like a Disney Princess." I snickered, wiggling my eyebrows. Tom's cheeks turned slightly red, but he had to laugh as well. "Well, thank you. Our daughter sure has a good taste in fashion." "She definitely does… But Tommy... How the hell did you fit in my swimsuit?" I asked, laughing even harder. "You're a man, babe. This thing-" I said, tugging at the straps of the beige swimsuit. "Isn't quite tailored for men." Tom shrugged his shoulders. "I kind of just squeezed myself into it, so..." "Okay, but... Isn't it completely uncomfortable and... tight?" "Yes, but you know I would do anything for Ava to make her smile and she chose that outfit for me, so... But by now, I think I stretched it out." I rolled my eyes, but smiled. "Geez, thanks. Buy me a new one, will you?" Tom smiled, wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me close. "Darling, I will buy you hundred new swimsuits if you want." "That's really flattering and utterly nice of you and as much as I like seeing you in my swimsuit and skirt, can you please take them off now?" Tom nodded, kissed me once again. "Sure, darling. Don't worry, I am sure they'll still fit you." I let go of Tom again, deciding that it was time to look after Ava. "It's not the swimsuit I am worried about, babe." I said, grinning cheekily as I made my way over to the door. "Wouldn't want something happen to our family planning, would we?" I stated, winking at him. Tom frowned, was clearly a bit confused. "Family panning? Does that mean...?" I heard Tom say, but I was already out in the hallway, smiling to myself. "Darling, wait!"

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x fem!reader #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston imagine

[angeli-marco-writes]

Tom Hiddleston - Enticing and Intriguing

A/N & WC - I got this idea one day in the summer, and wrote it down in my notes to come back and write it properly later. It evolved a lot and was super fun to write, albeit possibly the most self indulgent thing I’ve ever written. It’s essentially just Tom and the reader talking, how I imagine he’d be in casual, lengthy conversation. I do not know Tom, nor do I claim to. I also do not know his family or his personal life and therefore all mentions of them and information given in this fic is fictional. 6k.

Warnings - swearing, talk of smoking, alcohol & drinking (reader doesn't drink), mentions of bullying and fame and oppressive fans, talk of private education, bullying and divorce.

Summary - After bumping into Tom Hiddleston on the street, you’re surprised when he takes you for a drink, and he’s surprised by everything about you.

My limbs ache as I pull them behind me, trudging my way around the unfamiliar streets of London. I knew I should’ve kept more on top of training off-season: 5 days a week wasn’t enough, and now I’m back every day for prelims and fittings, I’m suffering. Well, my quads are.

Dwelling over this with hunched shoulders and a scowl is the only way I make it through the unwelcoming parade of bodies that greet me in Knightsbridge as I pass through back to my hotel since my rental isn’t open until my return in a fortnight. However, my aches are the exact reason I brood so much that I miss where I’m going, and don’t see the uneven paving.

Thank heavens for good balance. I’ve learnt how to save myself after falling on my arse one too many times, and with the ever brittle welcome of London, the last thing I expect this time is to be saved. Of course I managed it myself, my lack of foot catching my weight before calamity could occur, but there’s a hand on my arm, big and warm and welcoming, and a deep part of me within never wants for it to leave. Is this what security feels like?

I glance up first, realising I’m under the canopy lip of an independent shop that seems to be making a banging buck. I hadn’t realised I’d tracked so far to the right of the pavement. It appears, though, that the person whose hand is currently wrapped snugly around my covered forearm was exiting the shop, and I fell right into their path, possibly even tripped them up. Shit.

I glance up at this person, and not a second too soon or else it would’ve become awkward, but now it seems worse than before. Jesus Christ, have I died and ascended to some realm where Greek Gods walk around with thousand-watt smiles? Is this an everyday thing? My heart stutters, and my mind even begins to lag. It’s more than possible that I’ve never been this startled, but it can’t be much longer than a moment for me to compute who the man standing before me in all his glory is.

He smiles sympathetically, his head tilted ever so softly to the side, a dimple in his right cheek as he asks, his voice low and endearing, “Are you okay?”

I blink: once, twice. God, I must seem a right numpty.

“Tom Hiddleston,” I—very quietly, I might add—choke out through a dry mouth, “you're Tom Hiddleston.”

The world around me stops turning, and right now, in my mind at least, it’s just the two of us on the pavement with no disgruntled shoppers anywhere around us, no traffic, just this moment. His eyes, god his eyes, they’re literally sparkling, and my belly does flips as I begin to melt into a puddle on the floor as soon as he opens his mouth to laugh. The signature sound that can only be associated with him and his bottom lip. I knew he was attractive, but in person? Christ.

Then I remember where we are, what we’re doing, and the fact that his hand is still on my arm. I tug away gently, and school my features into a smile of nonchalance. Poor man must hate being gawked at like a goldfish.

“I won’t tell anyone, I won’t make a sound. I understand you don’t want people to know.”

And there he goes again. How does anyone keep their composure around such a sound? He clasps his hands in front of him, and bows his head, wispy auburn curls becoming more apparent as he does so.

“Would you like a photograph? An autograph?” he offers, now gesticulating with his long fingers and open, pale, soft palms.

“A drink,” I say, a hint of jest in my words, “non-alcoholic, of course.”

And then he does the very last thing I expect him to do in this situation, and cocks his head to the left, his expressive eyebrows dancing over the lines in his forehead.

“You don’t drink?” inquires he, his tone full of inquisition.

I understand why, I get it a lot. Everyone expects people my age to be out on the piss but, well, I have restrictions others don’t. But instead of answering him, I flip his words back on him with a statement of defiance, arching one brow as I angle my one hip having righted my footing on the pavement once again.

“You do.”

This time when he laughs, it’s a full belly sound as he clasps one ring-less hand over his chest and lets his head fall back, revealing the pale column of his throat, bare.

“Only a little. Why don’t you drink?”

I know he should be special, he should be different, but I know from experience that they’re not, and they just want to be treated normally. I would, I do. So I give him the same answer as I give everyone else.

“Why do you drink?”

He does it again, this time rolling his cerulean eyes a little.

“God, you’re a right feisty one aren’t you? Fair enough, full credit.” I feel a swell of pride in my chest that dissipates the second he turns on his heel. Oh well, I can get back to my hotel and out of this city. “Where would you like to go?”

This, once again, I wasn’t expecting. Why is he waiting for me, glancing over his broad shoulder with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes? “I was… joking. You’re too busy and famous to go out for a drink with me. And besides, aren’t you married?”

He puts his head in his hands, and I know there’s another point on the tally to me. I really should stop being so straight talking, that I should implement a filter to stop from saying every single thing that comes to my mind. “Not those rumours. They’ve been going on for two years!”

I shrug with one shoulder, and tug my bag up onto the other, “I know.”

“And no, I’m definitely not too busy or too famous. And besides you’ve piqued my interest with your indelible answers to everything. Where would you like to go?”

Well, if he’s willing to take me out for a drink, who am I to complain or argue? This time when I shrug and shuffle my feet on the concrete, it’s for a whole nother reason. “I’m not local. You tell me. Somewhere with good mocktails.”

He inclines his head towards me, smiling almost hopefully, “You’ve got it.”

Before I can take a step, his left hand is jutted out, fingers slightly spread. His Cartier watch glitters on his strong wrist. I don’t quite know what he expects me to do. Well, I do: it’s not rocket science. But…

I only clasp my palm around his, mine clammy—a fact that stresses me, once he nods and gestures with his other hand for me to take it. It’s safe to say I’m more than a little sceptical, but that… melts away once his fingertips, slightly rough, dig into the back of my hand.

I’m lucky I’m so agile, too, since the second we’re joined, he’s carting me off and walking with relative haste through the streets of London—the borough of Belgravia I think—with his long legs leading the way. He winks with somewhat admiration when he realises I’m keeping up with his gait, and only stops once we reach a relatively inconspicuous side street, secluded by towering old white buildings, protected by a tall wrought iron gate. He glances protectively around before disappearing inside with me right behind him.

“Kidnapping me, are we?” I ask jovially, a smirk toying on my own lips as I look him up and down. He should wear these trousers more, they cling to his ass and thighs perfectly.

“Absolutely not, but I like this bar. I promise it’s open.”

He gestures for me to enter, which I do, deciding to trust him, and I’m very glad I do. The bar is… stunning inside, all sleek black countertops, high white leather stools, plants everywhere on small shelves, winding aesthetically down the walls with assorted colours of flowers on the leaves to brighten the place up. Over in one corner is a stake, again black, with a music stand on it. Surrounding it is what appears to be a dance floor, apparently an evening thing. This whole bar seems more angled towards evenings since the tables are all empty, but the bartender seems more than happy to see us both.

“Good afternoon!” they crow upon seeing the two of us sidle up into adjacent stools at the bar. “What can I get you?”

“Two of your finest mocktails, please, good Sir,” Tom says, but upon reading the bartender’s name tag (Cam. they/them.) he clears his throat, “I apologise. Is Mx. better?”

They chuckle, “I really don’t mind, but thank you. Two mocktails coming up.”

With a nod, they disappear.

“So…” he hums, tapping his credit card on the table, “you seem to know a lot about me.”

“Oh yeah,” I say, “I know all about the Hiddlestoners and their Hiddle-boners.”

I’ve seen it. I can now die happy and officially say I’ve seen Tom Hiddleston glow as crimson as a damn radioactive tomato. How does he look hot even when he’s blushing? This isn’t fair. The apples of his cheeks cloud with colour and heat, a nervous smile breaking out over his mouth. Even the tips of his unblemished ears have changed colour, and yet he’s still maintaining his composure.

“Please don’t tell me you’re one of them.”

I sputter, choking on my own breath momentarily, “God no. Obviously I’m a fan, I admire your work, but no. I’m not into telling you you’re the reason I became a stripper.” My eyes widen, and realising the possible connotations, I hasten to add, “Which I’m not, by the way.”

His head is resting against his jumper-clad arms on the bar top now. Not that I blame him. I actually sympathise a lot. “Thank God. I mean so many of them are benign, but...”

“There’s always a few. Trust me, I know,” I say quietly.

The beat of silence while we listen to the bartender shaking some ice isn’t tense or awkward, but gives Tom time to fan his cheeks down to their normal temperature. “What do you do?”

“Oh, I just... do,” I tell him, and avert my gaze to one of the azalea plants. Not now. “I teach.” Not even a lie.

“Oh wow! You know what, I think I’d love to teach.”

“Not as rewarding as you think it is, believe me,” I quip, and smile in return for his grin.

“Why are you in London?”

“A work, um, thing.”

His smile falters, flickers and dims to a half smile, acknowledging my obvious evasiveness. “That’s nice.”

Fortunately, our drinks arrive at this precise moment as Tom hands over his card and asks the bartender (very politely) to create a tab for him.

“Two strawberry orange ginger fizzes for you,” they tell us with a half wink, dropping a straw into both mason glasses, “enjoy.”

“Thank you,” both Tom and I call at the same time.

Our eyes meet, and an unspoken thing passes between us as we take our straws in our mouths at the same time, and drink.

“Oh my God that’s incredible,” he says, “I don’t even miss the whiskey!”

I chuckle, “It’s gorgeous, I must say. Thank you.”

“Well,” he clears his throat, his eyes darkening a fraction, “can I ask you something?”

“That depends on what it is.”

His deep breath lifts his chest up, and in the neck of his shirt I spy groomed auburn hair littering his chest.

“Why don’t you drink?” he asks. “Seriously, this time. Obviously you don’t have to answer, b—”

“Because I never want to lose control of myself,” I tell him, my gaze downcast, with no room for argument. “I’ve been there before—not through the influence of alcohol—and it was horrible enough for me to never want to go there again. Not drinking just helps me keep my bearings, y’know?” He nods solemnly, hands folded in his lap almost reverently. It’s also for work, as well, but that’s a whole other matter. “Why do you drink?”

“To forget how famous I am. Which usually makes me more famous because someone will record me drunk and post it everywhere, scrutinising me further. Drunk, I’ve made some of the worst mistakes of my life, as you’ll know with the whole, um, yeah… But I still drink sometimes, just to take the edge off.”

I take this as my cue to pull out a packet of cigarettes from my jacket pocket, laying them on the bar between the two of us. “Tou-fucking-ché.”

And he just looks at them, his eyes flickering between me and the cigarettes. I can’t make out whatever is etched upon his handsome features, whether he’s disgusted or sympathetic, until he says, almost with a hint of relief in a brief crack in his deep voice, “It took me years to quit, I swear to god.”

I shrug with full understanding. Perhaps we have more in common than one would originally assume. “Everybody’s got something that’ll kill them. For some it’s drugs, for some it’s drink, for me it’s this.”

An amiable silence pitters between us as we drink a little more, our bar stools shuffling closer, almost subconsciously. We both pretend not to notice.

“You don’t look old enough to buy cigarettes,” he says.

“Yeah?” I challenge, smirking. “Then why did you take me for a drink?”

“Because you’re mature enough to be over eighteen. You just look young, and for that you should be grateful.”

I shrug with an air of ease, ignoring the glee swelling in my bosom. “It’s part of the job description. I can assure you I’m a complete adult. I have a degree and I pay taxes and everything.”

He tilts his head, smiling, “Very mature of you.”

“So… why did you ask me out?”

“If memory serves, you asked me out.” His voice is so low, so deep that vibrations ripple through my entire being and right to my core at his words, the mischief dancing in his crystal blue eyes, his mussed auburn locks, his giant hands splayed on the bar to fill the small space between us. Why am I even asking? I’m so grateful for the opportunity that it doesn’t even matter. But his answer prickles my skin with goose-bumps, anticipation fluttering through my veins. What else can he say in that deliciously low voice?

I won’t let his gorgeous masculinity win me over, though, so resume my façade of calm, and roll my eyes, drawing my lower lip between my teeth in what I hope is a seductive manner, sighing slightly.

“You know what I mean.”

He chuckles lowly to himself, spinning his half-empty glass around, watching beads of condensation drop onto the bar. “I told you, you intrigue me. Most other, and please forgive me for using this term, ‘fans’ would scream and be disrespectful, asking for pictures or autographs, or making unwanted advances and telling me graphic secrets I needn’t know.”

Sympathetically, I smile, proffering my hand, which he doesn’t flinch at when it’s laid atop his, feeling the warmth and energy crackle between us. “I’ve heard… and seen the videos. I’m sorry you have to go through that.”

“Unfortunately it’s par for the course. You were kind, respectful, not demanding whatsoever. I knew you were joking and would have been more than happy to walk away and pretend you didn’t even see me coming out of that shop, and that’s exactly what drew me to you. Even other, and once again I beg your pardon, celebrities can get a little obsessive about it, trying to hang out and be friendly. You’re… chill. I like your vibe.”

I desperately don’t want to ruin this moment, the butterflies in my stomach and the pattering in my heart, the twitch of his fingers as he tries to subtly reach for me, the honesty in his eyes… but my mouth wins over my mind once again.

“I apologise, but how old are your nieces and nephews?” I ask hurriedly, my words too fast for full recognition.

He pulls that cute face of confusion, the lines in his forehead creasing, “The oldest is eight, why?”

“It’s not them, then,” I respond, and sip from my straw. “You’ve just been spending too long online to be using words like ‘vibe’ and ‘chill.’”

“Hey!” He protests, laughing, almost guffawing. “I’m cool! I’m down with the kids!” I desperately try to suppress my laughter with pursed lips, but I don’t manage it, and a moment later dissolve into my own fit of giggles, my head in my hands as my chest heaves. I’m in absolute stitches when he winces. “Nope, I hear it. Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.”

As I’m coming down, I wink at him, and whisper, “Whatever you say, Mr H.”

He stops dead. Silence falls, and he’s so deathly still that I doubt he’s even breathing. The muscles in his hand are tight, fingers clenched around his glass, his eyes squeezed shut with an air of forced serenity. When he speaks, his voice is a deadly low whisper. “Say that again.”

Holy. Shit. What have I done? His eyes flutter open, pupils dilated, navy flecks around the edge of his baby blues. His words are so gruff I feel my knees tremble, my belly flipping. My intentions were innocent, but this? This side of him is one I’m all too glad to have revealed.

But I won’t let him win too easily, so I draw some drink up my straw, cock my head, and flutter my lashes. “Say what, Mr H?”

“I swear to God…”

His eyes close again, a muscle in his ridiculously defined jaw twitching, his spare fist clenching on his thigh. I ignore him, slurping more of my drink until there's only ice left in the bottom of my glass, and changing the subject.

“So, back to what you were saying before. I’m really sorry you have to go through that shit, honestly. That’s why I didn’t want to be like them. You deserve peace and privacy. Thank you for buying me a drink, it’s been really nice chatting to you, truly.”

With this final kind bid, I smile sweetly, and stand in departure before I royally fuck this up. He looks past me, not at me, and has to shake cobwebs from his brain almost once he realises I’m reaching for the door.

I hear him jump up, feel his lithe fingers wrap around my wrist.

“You think we’re done here?” he demands, his accent astounding.

This is… genuinely confusing. My brows furrow, my shoes scuffing on the parquet floor, “Well… yes. You can get back to your shit superstardom life, I can get back to my hotel.”

His face falls, and sullenly he asks, “You’re really leaving? I’d love to buy you another drink, go for a walk, maybe…”

“Are you doing this out of pity, guilt or pure kindness?” Shit. I didn’t mean to say that… it just sort of came out… He takes it on the chin, I’m glad to see, releasing a long held breath.

“I’d like to say the latter, since I have no reason to pity you, nor any reason to feel guilty. I just like spending time with you.”

“Okay,” I say, barely even having to think about it before my mind is made up. I smile, and he beckons the bartender over, ordering two more drinks. “Go for it.”

———

I’ve lost track of how long we’ve been here, and we seem to have had a few more drinks since my almost departure. Tom’s switched to alcoholic mixes, but I don’t mind. He seems to be easing up around me, his jumper sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his lean forearms on show and tying my tummy in knots.

Two bourbons in, Tom’s tongue is loosening up.

“Why do you call me Mr H?” he asks, his voice low, emphasis and growl on the ‘mister.’

“Well,” I start, tapping my nails against my glass, “because you haven’t given me explicit permission to call you Tom, nor do I feel like saying bloody ‘Hiddleston’ ten times in a conversation. It’s respect as well as convenience, especially because you’re older than me, and everyone older than me has always been sir, ma’am, uncle or aunty. And since you’re not a friend of my parents, the latter doesn’t seem appropriate.” I gulp some of my drink down, tilt my head to the side, and recommence. “Besides, I’m an adult, but as you’re older than me and an authority figure, it’s only respectful. Manners never fail.”

He breathes deeply through his nose, his eyes flitting over my features. “That’s a… detailed analysis. You know how old I am, then?”

“Yes. Don’t worry, you don’t look a day over forty.”

I reach over to lay a hand on his arm, his hair bristling beneath my fingertips. He elbows me lightly when I wink teasingly.

“Cheeky sod, you.”

“My apologies Mr H.”

He snaps his glass down with a brief thud, his face contorting briefly into surprise. “You can call me Tom, honestly. And I feel like a complete prat because I haven’t asked your name.”

I hadn’t realised, but he hasn’t. I don’t mind. “Y/n y/l/n.”

“Well then, Ms y/l/n, ask me owt.”

I giggle, my brows shooting up my forehead as I push my glass away across the sleek bar top. More people are here now, so I quieten myself consciously. “God you’re drunk if you’re talking like a northerner.”

“Aye like me Scotsman pa, Bonny lass,” he accentuates.

The both of us dissolve into a laughter that ends up with our hands loosely linked atop the bar. I attempt to hide my flusteredness by fanning my free hand over my burning cheeks. Tom doesn’t seem to notice, running a hand through his tousled auburn curls. I contemplate what to ask before the perfect question pops to my head: two birds with one stone. Personal yet not prying, and with enough of a personal gain for me that it’s a win-win.

“What was Eton like? I’m thinking of sending my Oaklee there.”

First his eyes bulge, then his cheeks, and he sputters on his drink, coughing. I have to pat him on the back to clear his throat, his strong, defined, muscular back… “You have a son of the age to go to secondary school?!”

Shit. “Oh my God, NO!” I correct myself quickly, squeezing my fingers around his, rising goose-bumps on his exposed flesh. “My nephew, Oaklee. I pay his school fees because my brother can’t afford them but wants him through private ed, perhaps boarding, since the schools in his area are so bad.”

He nods as though in understanding, though I know that’s borderline impossible, but he also visibly relaxes, the rigid line of his shoulders sinking, his spine curving from being ram-rod straight.

“That’s nice, and generous. School fees are no joke.”

“They’re certainly not.”

“But don’t send him to Eton. Or Harrow, or Cheltenham, or any all-boys boarding school. It’s hell. I hated almost every minute.” The sheer venom that laces his words as he spits them out like they’re poison has the hair on the back of my neck rising. I rub my thumb over the pack of his hand in hopes of offering him some consolation: he smiles. “My friends made it slightly better, but I think my parents divorce worsened things, and if, um, divorce is the case with your brother… Well, I—I’m not sure if the boys are the same now, but they still wouldn’t take kindly. E—even my youngest nephew is at Dragon now and one of the kids was torn to shreds for having separated parents: it’s what Tories are like.” I have to suppress a laugh at this, at the sheer deprecative truth of it. “It still wasn’t hugely acknowledged in my family circles even in 1995, and most of the students, um, had together parents who were having affairs, but they were together, y’know?” I smile sadly at his passion, at his anger. “And if it’s not daddy paying for private education, they’re automatically an outcast. And I was away from my sisters—one was sent to Cheltenham, but the other was by me in Wycombe Abbey—so if you have nieces as well it’ll be hard on them…” I think of Odette, but say nothing as he picks back up, his deep voice breaking. “I was bullied relentlessly for ten years. The nicknames, the beatings, fuck. I wasn’t always like, y’know… this. I was just some dweeby kid who nearly failed maths.”

I’m silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. I never meant for all of this, perhaps an anecdote and him telling me not to feed into capitalism by paying for private education. Then I clear my throat, and sneak an arm around his body, half hugging him.

“You’re gonna fucking hate me now, but I meant more about the school in itself. And of course I’m really sorry to hear that, about everything, but it’s good to know. Oaklee nor Odette will be going to boarding schools,” I say, adding a half smile for good measure.

Thankfully, it’s contagious, and he starts to laugh despite the tear falling from his eye, catching on his long, dark lashes.

“I’m sorry, I tend to ramble.”

“Don’t apologise,” I tell him, “it’s endearing. And I do care about what you have to say.”

“Thank you. What about your school, though? You’re, what, no more than ten years out of sixth form?”

“Yeah… school was still shit in the two-thousands as it was in the nineties, believe you me.”

He pushes his glass across the bar, and slides his seat closer to mine. “I don’t doubt you for a minute.”

“But my school experience… wasn’t exactly normal,” I confess. “I was heavily involved in an outside-school activity that consumed all my time and energy. I’m not sorry for it, it’s why I’m so successful in my field today, but my school life was weird, just not in the same way as yours.”

“My one sister's school life was weird. She was so involved in singing, choirs and diplomas and concerts up and down the country. I imagine yours was a little like that?”

“Yep,” I say evasively, and try not to meet his gaze until I’ve fished a menu out from behind the bar. “Care for a bite?”

———

The evening has passed us by without us realising, nibbling on just about every side on the menu to keep our peckishness at bay. The tables have been filled with customers in their cocktail get-up, implying that this bar is a little posher than my casual getup from errands earlier on, but nobody seems to be paying any mind to me, nor to Tom, in fact. A small Latin band is perched on the stage in the corner, plucking and strumming and playing their tunes. The rhythms work their way into my bones, and I find myself tapping my feet before I can help it.

“What are you doing?” Tom asks.

“What?” I reply, a smile still etched upon my face from the laughter he caused just minutes ago.

“That tappy feet thing!”

He points, and I find myself laughing a little, a gruff undertone to my laughter that he’s closed his eyes when hearing for the past four hours.

“I love your voice,” he tells me earnestly, squeezing his fingers around mine. “That… gruffness. From the smoking. Which obviously you know.” I find my chest rising and falling as I laugh silently at his gesticulations. “It suits you, gives you some edge. God, I could listen all day.”

My brows raise of their own volition, “Thank you?”

He drains the last of his drink from his glass, and I follow suit when not a moment later he’s preparing to stand up, a slight tug on my arm. He runs one skilled hand through his auburn curls.

“Do you dance?” he asks me.

That’s not where I saw tonight going whatsoever. Why does it always go this way? Why is it never ‘do you sing?’ to which I can honestly answer ‘no’. I settle for what I can, “Not if I can help it.”

“Come onnnn,” he begs, his grip tightening and his voice whining. He’s standing up now, all six-foot-three of him, and damn it if he doesn’t look endearing and convincing. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Well… I suppose it can’t hurt to give it a shot. I let him walk me to the dance floor, having treaded carefully around the tables and peoples feet, where only one couple is dancing to the beat, or rather swaying. Tom attempts to spin me—poorly, I might add—out and back in, keeping a loose grip on my fingers. I take control, turning with elegance, drawing my feet together, only to step back out and fall back to him with ease. His right arm settles on the side of my ribs, his left awaiting mine. I indulge him with a wink, but cast a glance over my shoulder, catching the eye of the band leader. I gesture for them to increase the speed, batting my lashes to get my way, and thankfully, they oblige, picking up the salsa rhythm to around one-fifteen.

“Do you know how to salsa?” I purr in Tom’s ear, my nails scratching lightly over his shoulder.

“I know enough,” he answers, smirking, “why?”

I shake my head and avert my eyes in what I hope is an enticing manner. “Follow my lead.”

He’s certainly not complaining. I feel the shiver ripple down his spine, sense his heartbeat increasing. I think before he can quite process it, we’re gliding around the floor, or rather I’m leading him around the dance floor with swaying hips and twists and kicks.

He holds me tight as I walk him through some of the more basic salsa steps: the enchufla, the croqueta complicada, more names, even adding in a 70 en la salsa, which he miraculously seems to know. I’ve seen him dance online, I’ve seen the way those hips can move, and I’m certainly not disappointed when it comes to the real life thing as we dance the basic Cuban salsa step and the dile que no all around the small dance floor, my own hips swaying and rotating in tandem with his, our bodies so flush against one another that I can feel everything.

“You’re good at this.”

“I know.”

I grind my hips into him, and he reacts, his heaving chest pressed to my back as his body rolls as though it’s the most natural thing for him: I repeat the action before linking our hands together, plucking his bruising grip from my waist to tangle our arms in a twist that slips away as I drop into the splits. Every finely tuned and perfected (on my part) move is improvised, intuitive, our bodies playing off one another and moving as the music and mood take us. We make big arms when dancing simple three-step moves to give it more of a flourish, and he just watches as I focus my movements on my hips, twisting them enticingly the way I’ve been trained to as Latin-style national champion dancer.

I’m well practised in all elements of Latin dance, but Tom seems to have some idea what he’s doing, judging by the controlled flicks he makes with his toes, the little jumps, the skilled thrusts of his hips. He likes turning me, spinning me, and doing the complex twisted arm moves, which is good, since I like them too, and I’m pleased with his instigation of such things despite the mild dizziness it causes. And that’s even before the corkscrew turns.

“You ready?” he asks breathlessly, his blue eyes alight with unadulterated glee and pure excitement.

I wink at him, taking his hand as I hook my left leg over my right in preparation. “I was born ready.”

That’s when I drop, and his hand is the only thing to keep me grounded as I spin and spin and spin crouched on the ground, hiking me up for the seventh and eighth turns, only to catch my bent and raised leg in his warm, calloused palm, keeping his grip solid as he tips me back. He searches my face for permission, granted in the subtlest nod of my head.

His hold shifts around my thigh, holding me close while loose enough that I can throw one leg around his neck, and spin around upside down, landing upright. With a hand on either hip, Tom pulls me flush against him, chest to chest, and lifts me in the air. A giggle bursts from me before I can help it, and I hold my head high while he turns in a circle with me held high above him. His biceps bulge in his jumper, his pale cheeks flushed, the veins in his forearms prominent enough to have my heart fluttering and my mouth watering. He puts me down all too soon: I liked the view.

At the big finish, he turns me once in his arms, and drops me—cautiously, stylishly—over his arm, my head tossed back and his mouth open in a wide smile.

I’m barely breaking a sweat once I’m done, but Tom’s huffing and puffing, hunched over as he flicks sweat away from his furrowed brow.

“You can dance,” he states, plain as day, “you can dance.”

“That I can.”

He’s awestruck, blushing against the applause we receive from the guests, something I take on in my stride. However, as soon as we sit down, a coughing fit slams into my lungs.

“So… this is why you shouldn’t smoke?”

“Yeah,” I hack out, “I don’t smoke much when it’s show season, but y’know.”

“Is that what you’re down here for?”

“A preliminary meeting and fitting.”

“And show season? Are you a professional?”

I smile lopsidedly at him, “Strictly Come Dancing professional for the past three years.”

His eyes shutter, his hand coming into contact with the bar before pointing vehemently at me, his face bright and wide. “I knew I recognised you! I knew it! There’s just something about you…”

“You watch?” I inquire innocently, gathering my composure.

“My mother would disown me if I didn’t,” he trails off, a hint of happiness in his eyes. “But you look nothing like anyone on there.”

I knew this was coming, so I pull out my photo and open up my cast photo, taking a hold of my cheeks on either side, pulling and pouting. His blue eyes flit between the two versions of me, almost in disbelief.

“Face tape, wig, lip fillers, contact lenses, contour, fake name. None of it's real except my talent.”

His sympathy is almost painful. He gets it now, my understanding in the street, my avoidance of certain topics, my ability to save myself from toppling over, the fact I don’t drink. I can see him piecing together the jigsaw in his head. My anxiety begins to bubble, gnawing at my nerves, but I attempt to push it down, relaxing a little.

He smiles to himself and tips the bartender who’s been serving us all. “I’ve seen and heard enough.”

I watch on, dumbstruck, as he heads for the door, but my expression soon morphs to bemusement when he turns back to me, one hand held out expectantly. “Well? Are you coming? I’d like to see what else those hips can do.”

I can’t suppress the grin breaking out over my face, nor do I care to as I fling myself into his awaiting arms, wrapping my legs around his strong waist, my hips beginning to undulate a little to the music still playing in the bar.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

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Belter

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot   WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom   PAIRING: Tom/Reader   GENRE: Romance, Fluff REQUEST: Can I request a Tom Hiddleston x female reader, she's cooking in the kitchen making Tom dinner listening to Gerry Cinnamon's 'Belter' but she's nicer listened to it when Tom is home because he wouldn't like that type of music. He comes home half way through the song and sees her dancing and singing. She has to explain that it reminds her of home it's fluffy and cute

Belter

You were standing in the kitchen cooking, listening to a song that reminded you of home. You began to sing along as you danced around the kitchen, gathering ingredients and switching between different tasks. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t notice the front door opening and Tom coming home.

“She is a dancer and she dances in my dreams,” you sang as you fried the onions. “Reminds me that the world is not as evil as it seems. She is a belt-” You trailed off as you turned around, standing face to face with Tom. He smiled amusedly at you as you got flustered and turned off the music on your phone.

“Oh, you didn’t have to turn it off, darling. I quite enjoyed the show,” Tom told you as he took you in his arms. “What was that song? I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before, but I liked the lyrics.”

“It’s Gerry Cinnamon’s Belter,” you explained as you returned the hug. “It reminds me of home,” you added, feeling a bit embarrassed about getting walked in on like that. You had been dancing and singing like nobody was watching and felt mortified to find out that Tom had in fact been watching you.

“That’s nice,” Tom said with a warm smile. “I think you should put it on again. You don’t need to be embarrassed about sharing those kinds of things with me.”

“Are you sure? I didn’t think it was your type of music, that’s why I only listen to it when I’m alone,” you explained.

“You could listen to it anytime, darling,” Tom assured you. “Do you miss home?”

“I do,” you replied with a sad smile.

“Then let’s put it on and listen to it together, then you can explain to me in what ways it reminds you of home. I’m really interested,” Tom told you. You hesitated for a brief moment before putting the song on from the beginning. “May I have this dance?” he asked with a heart warming smile and you blushed as you took his outstretched hands in yours. You let him lead you in a dance you were not quite familiar with, but you followed his lead and learned quite quickly how to move. You were both smiling at each other and laughing as you danced together.

“What kind of dance was that?” you asked once the song ended.

“It’s called bugg. I learned it when I was in Sweden filming Wallander,” Tom explained with a smile. You laughed in response. How typical Tom. Of course he had picked up some dance moves from the swedes when visiting their country.

“What’s so funny?” Tom asked with a smile.

“You’re funny,” you replied and continued to laugh as you went to take the frying pan away from the stove. The onion was burnt, but it didn’t matter much. Because you were happy. You felt relieved over Tom’s perfect reaction to hearing your missing home song.

“Oh, did I make you burn the onion? Sorry darling,” Tom said and picked out a new onion from the fridge. You smiled contently as you heard him humming on the song you had just introduced to him while cutting an onion.

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[valkirsif]

The Club

Tom Hiddlestom x reader

Word 3100

Warning smut smut SMUT, Domination, BDSM adventure

You and Thomas engaged but him have a secret

Y/N smiled as she closed the last box, 6 months earlier she had graduated with honors and left to work in Hollywood as an intern and had met "him", they liked each other immediately, he was also looking for her off the set to chat or go for a run and at the end of the shoot they were inseparable, 2 weeks before they had managed to carve out a weekend just for them, he had declared himself and now she was moving to London passing from special effects make-up artist to Miss Hiddleston , she was immensely happy .

Thomas was waiting for her at the gate

"My love, welcome home" he said kissing her, "How was the flight?"

"All right" she answered clinging to him, "I missed you" whispered going to the exit hand in hand, the journey to her new home was short, the man ran away to work and she took the opportunity to unpack calmly , now that they were living together would not have it all to himself for a few minutes, when entered the bathroom to freshen up found a package on the cabinet, in the note there was a simple message

§We go out tonight§

she opened the box and inside there was a black lace and leather suit, he took the corset in her hands, it was soft and the weaves were wonderful, in the box there were also a pair of culottes with suspenders that were little more than aesthetic, when she turned them noticed that the back piece was missing, they covered the minimum, all finished with black silk stockings that made her think of the worst thoughts, at the bottom another note

§The rest is in the closet§,

she put it all down on the bed and went hunting for the next clue, "A sexy treasure hunt" she thought excitedly as turned on the walk-in closet light, saw that a large space had been filled with her clothes and several new dress covers, one was positioned next to at the mirror and opened it, inside a wonderful long petrol blue dress with a deep slit, it seemed tight like a glove but was struck above all by the upper part, the bodice looked like a sculpture of copper-colored branches that went up to the semi-rigid neck ending in a pair of coiled snakes, seemed born to highlight the curves, the whole structure was only for that to attract the gaze to the breasts, she liked it very much, Y/N loved her soft body and her breasts a jolt of excitement went down her down her back, what plans did Thomas have? she asked himself as opened yet another ticket

§ Make yourself ready at 8 pm §

it was already 5 o'clock she went to the bathroom and prepared a bath, she loved that tub it was spacious and deep they had had a pleasant time inside it, again the excitement grew, allowed herself a long bath she would masturbate but did not want to spoil the idea of the man, she shaved again and got out of the tub to start getting ready.

Looked at herself in the mirror before putting on the dress, the suit screamed sex, the corset marked her waist and it seemed that her breasts would splash out with every breath and the effect did not disappear a dressed face , she felt like a Goddess, the 'dress was smooth and fell perfectly, the top squeezed to support the breasts the edge of the exposed corset was perfect, Thomas had exceptional taste, she was putting on shoes when she heard the man calling,

"Darling where are you?" he called as she went up, "It's 8 o'clock are you ready?"

"Very ready my lord" she replied with a bow when the man entered the room, was shocked to see him, it was .. well it was perfect, the elegant black suit looked great on his slender figure, the cufflinks with intertwined snakes were the same as the handkerchief carrying in his breast pocket and suit, Y/N almost gasped,

"Thomas you're heart attack" she said smiling, the man burst out laughing kissing her head,

"I love your way of expressing yourself" he said turning her to look at her, "You are wonderful" he smiled taking her by the hand and leaving the house.

"May I know where we are going?" asked the curious woman anchored to the armrest, she was not used to driving in reverse and was a bit tense,

"In a private club" he answered mysteriously, "Before I met you I used to go there every time I was in London"

" Mmm I guess what kind of club it is" said  Y/N, in her mind it was the kind of place for singles to find company for a night,

"That's not what you think Darling" laughed Thomas reading her thoughts, "There are things about me that you do n't know .. " he concluded nervously, the woman didn't ask any more questions wondering what could have kept her silent, half an hour after leaving the city they took a driveway stopping at a gate where the man showed the guard the card,

"Welcome back Mister Hiddleston " he said making them pass, at the top of the slope there was an imposing red brick country house with perfectly manicured ivy on the walls and peacocks strolling through the park, a beautiful woman dressed in red leather was waiting for them at the foot of the staircase,

"Thomas welcome back" she said smiling hugging him, "I guess she is the reason for your absence" said turning to Y/N,

"Thanks Artemisia, I missed this place" he replied, "She is Y/N my girlfriend"

"It's wonderful, I'm sure you will be among the most envied tonight" Artemisia laughed as she led the way, a girl dressed in lace strips with a bunny mask on her face was waiting near the entrance with a red leather leash in her hands, Artemisia took it and the girl moved smiling standing two steps back, Y/N was curious, something inside her moved,

"If you want to excuse me, guests are waiting for me" said the woman stopping in front of a closed door, "Enjoy the evening" she smiled before to disappear into the room,

"Thomas what is this place?" asked Y/N, “Is it just my idea or is that girl some kind of toy?”, the man didn't answer, slipped a hand on her back, took her hand and they entered the main hall.

The woman gasped, the room was large and bright, the white marble floor was covered with carpets of the same deep red as the sofas and armchairs, girls dressed like the one at the entrance moved among the guests with trays of food and drinks, tables glass with all kinds of sex toys on them were scattered around the room, the guests seemed relaxed and at ease unlike her who felt like Alice in the rabbit hole, the thing that left her most astonished was the "scenography", dressed girls leather lap dancers, others literally hung by the wrists on the wall, some tied to wheels or crosses, a group of guests watched a girl being spanked, there were those who got whipped, a girl crawled around the room smiling gratefully whenever someone hit her on the ass, she turned to her boyfriend who was taking two glasses

" Thomas .. " she whispered getting to his side nervously, "..is this what you were hiding from me?" churches,

"Yes" he replied, handing her the glass, "Talking to you was difficult, I preferred to show it to you" said, leading her to a free sofa, "I assume you have some questions" concluded, he seemed relaxed but nervousness showed through his gestures,

"A lot in fact," Y/N replied thoughtfully, "I don't know where to start .. " a bunny came up holding out a tray with champagne and various "toys", took a whip, ".. obvious question.. I'm the first what do you bring here? " asked to break the ice,

"I expected it to be the first question" Thomas answered looking at her, "Anyway yes, the first and only", the woman stared at him thoughtfully, she was excited by all that situation,

"Have you ever participated .. ", many guests were watching, others were "enjoying themselves", she realized that he was testing the elasticity of the whip she was holding, ".. or were you just looking?",

"I have always just looked" he replied, "For me such an intimate thing cannot be done with a stranger, even if the girls of Artemisia are professionals" said gesturing to a girl dressed in red leather who was whipping another girl tied to a wheel, Y/N saw her concentration before delivering a blow so as not to injure her colleague in any way and still entertain the viewer,

"I always thought I was sharing it with the right person .. I hoped it was you" the woman remained silent thinking of Thomas's words, many times she had hoped that he would make some moves in that direction when they made love, she looked at the whip

" Thomas.. what would you do to me with this?" she asked handing it to him, "I'm curious" she smiled, seeing the man's tapered fingers handle the whip made her wet, a moan escaped,

" Mmm I think I'd like to slide it on your curves .. " he replied staring at her, ".. hear what sound it makes on your ass", Y/N squeezed her thighs excitedly, her nipples became hard rubbing on the fabric of the corset, Thomas stopped ran and smiled, moved slowly towards her, put the whip under her chin to lift her face, slid the tip from her neck to breast slowly, the woman held back a moan,

"Don't you have any more questions?" he asked putting pressure on her nipples, "I made you more curious" smiled provoking her,

"I want to know everything but in a quieter place" replied the woman noting that some guests were looking in their direction,

"As you said .. is it intimate I will not expose myself in public .. or is it what you want?" concluded staring at him, the man snapped his fingers calling one of the girls,

"Is Artemisia free?" he asked, the girl smiled and disappeared returning a few minutes later with the landlady,

"Can I make your evening more enjoyable?" she asked sitting down in the armchair next to them,

"We would like a quieter and more equipped place if it were possible" smiled Thomas maintaining eye contact with Y/N, "Here it is too .. crowded",

"Of course, I'll have everything prepared" she raised a finger and two girls in black overalls approached, "Bring champagne, towels and toys to the tower suite" the girls nodded and disappeared, " Serlina will accompany you, if you like company there is a telephone in the room”, she said getting up and going towards other guests, the couple followed the girl in front of them, Y/N felt Tom's eyes on her back, the whip stroking her butt and hips as they climbed the few steps out of the elevator.

Thomas closed the door and turned to Y/N who looked around as she walked around the room, admired the furniture, the soft carpets, the dark leather armchair in the center of the room and the large bed "equipped" with leather handcuffs and anklets on the supports, a soft back on the wall and a sort of padded easel with rings that intrigued her,

"Thomas is beautiful" she said putting down her purse and sitting on the edge of the bed inviting him to join her, the man came up and leaned over her,

"Darling are you sure?" he asked very seriously, "You don't have to say yes just to make me happy .."

Y/N didn't let him finish the sentence, took the man's hand, lifted the dress and brought it between her legs,

"I have been in this state since we arrived" she whispered excitedly, "You are not allowed to back down now .. show me all your wishes my Lord",

"So wet for me .. pet ?" he asked in a deep voice caressing her pussy, inserting two fingers inside her, Y/N moaned excitedly,

"This is not an answer" he said pressing his palm on her clit , the woman did not move,

"I demand that you answer me when you are asked a question," he growled taking his hand away, grabbing her braid and pulling her head back without delicacy,

" Sorry .. Loki .. it won't happen again" she moaned, "And I got wet for you .. guide me",

"Good my pet " he said sweetly stroking her face,

"Stand up now and stay still in the center of the room" he ordered taking off his jacket and tie, moved to the table looking at the various toys available, pulled up his shirt sleeves, took collar and leash and went back to Y/N, who was waiting motionless looking down,

"Turn around" ordered, the woman obeyed in silence, Thomas undid her dress and it slipped to the floor,

"Beautiful," he said stroking her shoulder blades and turning them around, she shivered at that simple touch,

"You have the best ass I've ever seen," said hitting her,

" Something is missing .. " he said putting on the collar and hooking the leash,

"On all fours and walk, I want to see you crawl at my feet" ordered giving a slight tug down before getting comfortable in the chair, the woman obeyed excited by that game, she moved on all fours around the room, the carpets made her crawl soft , continuing to stare at the man who smiled at her conspiratorially before pulling the leash towards him, Y/N crawled up to her feet and got on her knees, hands with palms up resting on her thighs and looking down,

"Good pet " he patted her on the head as walked back to the table where took something before returning to her, bent over to undo her corset, followed the marks left by the hooks with the whip, the woman moaned unwittingly, Thomas hit her on the ass,

"No no pet you don't talk without permission" growled giving her another shot,

"I'll have to punish you .. " said placing the tip of the whip under her chin lifting her face,

"Papaya if you want to stop" he said sweetly, Y/N nodded seriously,

" Well .. " he said sliding his hand over her breasts and squeezing her nipples,

"Let's see how these fit you .." said excitedly, snapping two small nipple squeezers,

".. perfect .." whispered admiring her,

"Straight back pet ", the bells tinkled as the woman moved, Thomas patted her breast to make them ring again,

"Do you like it pet ? Open your legs for me" he whispered, lowering himself, inserting two fingers into her pussy without delicacy,

"Come on, answer" said moving his fingers inside her, putting pressure on her clit ,

" YES .. oh Loki yes I like it" she gasped sweaty trying to stay still while the man raged on her, every time she jumped the bells rang,

"I suspect that you are making me annoyed on purpose by moving" whispered laughing as slipped out his fingers and stood up pulling on the leash to stand up,

" Mmm let's see how to avoid that you get too excited" he thought aloud taking her to the easel, put her on stomach, went around to be in front of her,

"So you will stay still" he smiled maliciously as put the handcuffs on her and locked her wrists to the easel, turned around and did the same with her ankles, the woman was excited beyond all limits, the handcuffs prevented any movement, the bells attached to the breasts rang with every breath,

"What a vision, so beautiful .. " said hitting her with a whip,

".. so candid .." another shot,

".. so helpless" reached ten and stopped panting,

"I like how your ass sounds, it's exactly how I imagined", he lubricated a dildo and slowly began to play with her ass making his way little by little, following Y/N's accelerated breathing, he went back to staring at her, squeezing her breasts, kissed excitedly, they exchanged a knowing smile Thomas showed her a small cube and pressed a button, the woman's pupils dilated a jolt of pleasure ran all over her body, the dildo inside her was remote controlled, the man could torture as he wanted, he watched her move excitedly, immobilized and exposed, undoing his pants and starting to touch himself while maintaining eye contact,

"Open your mouth pet " said grabbing her by the hair and putting his cock in her mouth,

".. let's see if you are good at following orders" he panted increasing the vibrations, the woman began to suck greedily directed by him, she licked delicately, slowing down following the vibrations,

".. what a good pet .." growled pushing his cock down her throat, gagging a trickle of saliva from the sides of her mouth,

".. good.. calm down .." used it as a toy, holding her hair, looking into her eyes, enjoying her tears and giving her pleasure with a button, he stopped before enjoying.

Went back to the chair and made himself comfortable panting, regaining control of himself by continuing to torture her,

"You are much more useful when you use your mouth without speaking" he laughed bringing the vibrations to a minimum before she came,

"I know you would like to enjoy" teased, stroking her face with the whip,

"If you are good it will be your reward .. but you have to be a good pet " he whispered, patting her breast, stood up turning around her, bent over her passing a hand over her pussy,

"You're really wet" he said biting her neck, scratching her back, turned off the toys and released her from the easel,

"Now lie down on the bed .. " he said pulling on the leash,

".. well so .. face on the mattress and ass up pet " he whipped her several times, Y/N stifled moans in the mattress she was excited as never before he felt the sweat slide down her back, stuck her ankles to the bed supports, took off the leash and used it to tie her wrists behind her back,

" Perfect .. " he said admiring her,

".. you behaved well .." whispered leaning over her scratching her, placed the remote control on her back before starting to rub his cock on her horny pussy,

".. your Lord keeps his promises .." he took her by the hips and sank into her with a single push enjoying her spasms excited by the sound of the bells starting to move, turned on the dildo again , Y/N tried to restrain herself,

" LOKI .. " she shouted out of her pleasure, she couldn't resist anymore she wanted him to order her to enjoy,

".. please .. please my Lord .. ",

".. what are you doing you beg?" he growled slowing down putting a hand on her throat and pulling her to him,

"Continue pet .. I like to hear you beg .. sing again for me" he laughed increasing the thrusts, torturing her breasts with his free hand,

"I can not resist more .. I pray my Lord .." Y/N praying man numbed by pleasure,

"I beg you.. I need it .."

".. what a heavenly sound your prayers .." he said leaving her and planting his nails on her hips fucking her violently, like an animal, more and more quickly,

".. I know what you need little bitch ..", he growled increasing the vibrations of the dildo to the maximum ,

".. enjoy for me pet .. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me",

"OMG LOKI" yelled Y/N shaken by orgasm, the man indulged her spasms and was imprisoned by her pussy grunting leaning on her back.

They remained panting one after another for a few minutes, Thomas got up to untie her and took her in his arms,

"Darling are you okay?" he asked lovingly caressing her, the woman turned around making the bells still attached to her nipples tinkle,

"Wait, let's take these off too" he said unhooking them gently making her moan, "Hey are you okay?",

" Thomas .. " she said in a whisper, "..I'm just fine" smiled raising her face to kiss him, they exchanged a long look, "I love you",

"Me too Darling, thanks for indulging me",

"Thank you for sharing what you like .. I could enjoy being treated like this" they laughed together, the man filled the tub and cuddled in the hot water,

" Thomas .. " she whispered leaning against him, the man stroked her inviting her to continue, "..can we put a "game room" at home?" she asked innocently, smiled, the man hugged her and kissed her neck,

"It's a wonderful idea."

[juniperwoodwell]

For the one shots, what if reader was a ballerina 🩰 dancer? What do the boys think/admire, for Erik, Charles, and TH?

A/n: Sorry it took so long, But here it is. It's not my best work so I'm sorry again.

Imagine Dancer Reader X....

Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, And special "Guest" Tom Hiddleston!

Charles Xavier:

Song: Build Me Up Buttercup- The Foundations.

Y/n was downstairs listening to a record while reading a book when she got the urge to dance? So Y/n got up and looked around before she started to dance. She hadn't noticed the slim tall silhouette standing in the door was starring at her profoundly, He thought to himself 'She's Magnificent...and her dancing is beautiful...Why can't I take my eyes off of her...She's extravagant..' he smirks as he watched her.

As the song softly faded y/n plopped down into her seat exhaustedly, Charles  quietly clapped which slightly startled y/n "That was wonderful, Love" He smiled at her and she blushed deep read "H-How much of it did you see?" She asked nervously "I think I missed a bit of the beginning, but I saw the most of it" His smile only grew happier as he walked closer to her, She put her head in hands embarrassedly. Charles knelt down and grabbed her chin gently to make her look at him "Don't be embarrassed, Dear. You have an amazing talent...and you should dance more...Maybe for me one night?" He rose a brow flirtatiously which made y/n giggle happily "I'd dance for you any day Charlie" she stood up and hugged him and he hugged her back.

the end.

Erik Lehnsherr

song: Daydream Believer- The Monkees.

Erik was walking down the stairs of the Xavier mansion when he heard very faint music so he followed the sound until he reached Y/n's room and he peeked in through the slightly opened door, he saw her dancing there in the middle of her room, "She looks stupid" he says quietly trying to convince himself of that. But really...He thought she looked cute and very captivating, But also kind of alluring.

Erik accidentally lean's in to forward which makes the door open and y/n stop's dancing, she looks at him surprised "O-Oh Hello...Erik" She says trying to compose herself "I-Is there something you need?" she asks nervously "Yes. I need you" He says lowly as he walks towards her, she begins to step backward and Erik takes this chance to pin her against the wall "Y/n.....This is all your fault. I don't know what I'm feeling right now but after seeing you dancing...I feel like I can't hold myself back".

The end.

Tom Hiddleston

Song: Sweet Caroline- Neil Diamond

Tom was walking back to his apartment when he saw the light to his girlfriend's dance studio was still on so he decided to go check on her, And oh boy was he glad he did. He saw her...listening to a classic song while she danced, He's glad her door doesn't have a bell so he slips through the door and takes a seat in the corner. when the song begins to slowly fade out she holds her finishing pose and notices tom in the mirror "oh-oh, Tom What're you doing here she says slightly surprised as she grabs her bottled water "I saw your light was still on so I came to check on you" He said getting and walking over to her before he wrapped his arms around her waist "Will you dance with me tonight my love ?" he asked gently placing a kiss on her neck and she giggled "Of course I'll dance with you  baby"

The End

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e-Portfolio in Media Lit

Task #2

Malik, Fatima Zahra A.

12 - STEM Abequibel

A.) Choose 1 photo from a magazine, newspaper, or website and analyze what it is trying to tell readers. If it’s a photo for an advertisement, describe what the photos are doing for the product sold.

The picture above is from a magazine, it is a photo for an advertisement. In the photo you can see that the model which is known as Gigi Hadid launched “Gigi Hadid x Maybelline collection” in her collection there are a lot of matte liquid lipsticks with a lot of shades and it says in the picture that the lipstick last for 16 hours which is amazing for me and by the fact that this lipsticks has 30 shades in all because I got to choose what color is really suitable for me. Gigi continued on to share the inspiration behind her line, revealing she named the red lipstick “Khair” after her little sister Bella’s middle name because,”Bella’s favorite color is red and it’s kind of the red she has worn her whole life.” Therefore this photo encourages people especially teenager girls like me who loves to wear make up to buy this lipsticks because beside that it is not that expensive like any other lipsticks it is also very pigmented and can last long in your lips.

B.) Choose an existing pop song and interpret its lyrics. Decipher what the song is all about and list down the situations being narrated in the song.

The song that I chose is “Me!” By Taylor Swift featuring Brendon Urie. For the verse one of the song she’s listing all of the negative, which is something that I tend to do a lot, it’s like if I’m going to try to sell somebody something, or try to convince them with something; I’m going to list all of the negatives first, so I empathise with that. Then in the chorus and the pre-chorus she lists the positives, then for the verse 2 Is which is a thing that made me think that it’s funny, it doesn’t really fit into the spirit of the song, I thought the idea was that we’re all okay just the way we are! So now all of the sudden we’re playing in a comparison game? It doesn’t seem to me that Brendon Urie really got the spirit of this song, which doesn’t seem off character from him anyway. Then Taylor continues on saying, And when we had that fight out in the rain. You ran after me and called my name, I never wanna see you walk away (And there's a lot of lame guys out there) Many speculate those "lame guys" are definitely in reference to Taylor's past, where she used to have a reputation for dating various famous men - Harry Styles, John Mayer, Joe Jonas, etc. The lyric "I will never bore you, baby" could specifically be in reference to Tom, though especially considering tabloid reports hinted that Tom dumped Taylor because he got bored of her. Lastly what Taylor Swift is trying to communicate through the song is the message of “Yes! Go and be yourself, and whatever kind of version that you are, just be that version” And so we go to the bridge, and this is probably the part that I enjoyed the most, but also had the biggest question about, Girl, there ain't no I in "team" But you know there is a "me" Which is a common cliche that we hear a lot; and it’s not in the sense that they're doing bad, they’re obviously doing a bit with it. Then they go into the chorus and an outro and it’s this pretty happy fun anthem-like thing; and I think that this song accomplishes very well what it was set out to do, which is to be sort of like a party rousing song; “It’s nice and fun to be just you, because you’re unique. The song 'ME!' is a song about embracing your individuality and really celebrating it and owning it, with this pop song, we have the ability to get a melody really stuck in people's heads, and I just want it to be one that makes them feel better about themselves. The lyrics were also trying to tell us that we should really appreciate ourselves because we are who we are and no one or nobody can be like you because you are you and you are unique and one of a kind. The hype about this song is that it’s about “me”, and the way that I am is okay and great, but it’s all in the context of a relationship; which makes it a little more complicated, and it’s not necessarily bad, as I think that it’s really good that this song establishes the value of the individual. Taylor Swift has said in an interview talking about how there are all of those advertisements that tells you how you should be to look better, and how you should be wealthier, or healthier, or whatever; and to an extent, you just have to say “Yeah, I am who I am, and that’s great, there is only one “ME!”, right?”; and that’s the main gist of these lyrics, this emphasis of the individual.

C.) Pick a music video and watch it several times. Study it closely to see if the visuals are affecting the song. Or is the song helping the visuals in a way?

The music video that I chose was “Look what you made me do” by Taylor Swift. After watching her music video I have noticed that the song is helping the visuals because it is so accurate like the lyrics really matched the visuals in the music video. The music video begins with a zombified T-Swift digging her own grave so the old Swift is dead, resigned to the graveyard of pop culture history. First, we see the aforementioned tombstone, where Swift’s reputation lies, but also a second one, reading “Nils Sjoberg”, the pseudonym Swift used as a co-writer on her ex-boyfriend Calvin Harris’s song, This Is What You Came For, a collaboration widely assumed to have contributed to their breakup. Swift’s writing credit was supposed to be kept secret, but when her team revealed that she had, in fact, written the Harris-Rihanna hit, her ex went on a tweetstorm about how Swift was looking for “someone new to try and bury”. So she buried the fictitious Mr Sjoberg.

In the next shot, Swift luxuriates in a tub of diamonds, where there sits a single dollar bill, a possible reference to the symbolic dollar she earned in last month’s sexual assault case against the radio DJ who groped her in 2013.

This next part of the videl was a dead giveaway, Swift sits atop a throne as dozens of snakes slither at her feet. One even serves her what we can only assume is piping hot tea, the kind Kim Kardashian dished out when she released audio of Swift, who publicly disputed Kanye West’s lyric about her in Famous, appearing to sign off on those same lyrics in a phone conversation with West. Afterwards, Swift’s reputation as a snake in sheep’s clothing took off; Kardashian helped further that image by tweeting a bunch of snake emojis on international snake day. More than a year later, it seems Swift’s ready to embrace the title: ahead of the single’s release, she dropped cryptic reptilian teaser videos. And now, the snake has shed her skin.

So in the next shot, as the chorus begins, Swift rams a shiny gold car into a storefront where paparazzi are lurking. She opens the door, a cheetah in tow, to show off none other than her Grammy award. She proceeds to display and caress it in one of the video’s most bewildering moments.

Swift’s love of cats is well documented. Here, she’s surrounded by stacks of cash and a Girl Squad of masked felines, wielding a baseball bat and a sweater that says “Blind for Love”. In the next scene, the masked marauders can be seen robbing a music streaming company. Swift, if you remember, boycotted Spotify for years due to its dismal compensation of artists. She also wrote an open letter to Apple Music in 2014 arguing on behalf of increased artists compensation and then took to Tumblr, in June 2015, blasting Apple’s decision to give users three-month free trials. And now she’s back to rob them, cat imagery to boot.

The next part of the video was made waves for its apparent resemblance to a shot from Beyoncé’s Formation video. But the real hidden gem is the backup dancers’ belly shirts, which read “I Heart TS”. Tom Hiddleston, one of Swift’s ex-boyfriends, was caught in a similar shirt when splashing around the beaches of Rhode Island with Swift.

Finally, the last part is when the Swifts both old and new assemble before an airplane, where the word “reputation” appears again. Overall I think that the song really help the visuals in a way that it was really created beautifully (the music video) and for me the music video is a masterpiece becausr I have also learned the real meaning behind it, the song song is also about her struggles in the past and how she handled herself.

[lady-of-lies]

themaraudersoutsidersandpeggy’s masterlist

Here you go my friend! I’m pretty sure everything is working now, and I’m sorry you had so much trouble with creating your masterlist

Marvel:

Peter Parker:

Headcanon for calming down a Reader with an anxiety attack

Peter with Avenger!Reader

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part two 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part three

Peter dating a Musician!Reader

Peter with a Cheerleader!Reader

Dad!Bucky finding out you're dating Peter

Thanksgiving with Dad!Tony and Peter and Aunt May

Shy Peter crushing on you

Peter with Reader with a heavy Brooklyn accent

Peter with a chubby, short Reader

Peter comforts reader after they scream during a nightmare 

Peter comforting Dancer!Reader

Peter with Avenger!Reader when they are in a dangerous situation  

Shy!Peter with outspoken reader

Short Peter with Tall Reader

Sub!Peter (not NSFW)

You're My One Exception

Donating hair with Peter

Wearing Peter's PJ's

Aunt May loving you

Peter and Reader annoying each other

Tall!Reader Headcannons

Another Peter comforts Reader after nightmare

Hugging Headcanon

Naps Headcanon

Going to see Hamilton

You're worried Peter's sweatshirts won't fit  

Bi best friend headcanons

Getting your period 

Getting your period at school

Lesbian best friend headcanons 

Peter with Short!Reader

Peter realizing he is in love with Avenger!Reader after they return from a mission

Peter gets his legs waxed

Peter helps you destress

Peter with Reader who bruises easily

Hurricane Florence

How Peter shows his love for you

Peter with Tourrettes!Reader

Kisses and Swollen Lips

Peter with Green-Eyed!Reader

Peter with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Peter with plus sized, self conscious Reader

Dating Peter and having a strict dad

Peter taking care of you while you're sick

Peter watching Ballerina!Reader dance

Peter watching Reader act in a musical

Peter talking about how much he loves you

Peter loves your braces

“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital”

“I always knew you would be the one I would take a bullet for.” 

God, I'm never leaving your side again

Peter with Glasses!Reader

Peter and Stark!Reader Nerf war

Reader realizing they're in love with Peter

Touchy!Reader with a crush on Peter

Peter and Reader who doesn't show much skin, then wears shorts

Peter watching the Reader as Spiderman

Peter and Insecure!Reader

Dating Peter and being scared of spiders

Dating Peter and being Loki's daughter

Stark!Reader ABC'S

Reader who doesn't like getting their picture taken

Reader with a lot of headaches

Your dog "attacks" Peter

Peter dating Thor and Loki's sister Reader

Babysitting with Peter

First date headcanons

Reader finding out Peter is Spiderman and patching him up

Peter and Stark!Reader headcanons

Peter with bookworm Reader

Being Peter's sister

Being Bucky's daughter and dating Peter

Crushing on Peter and holding hands

You and Peter get a cat

First I love you

Rainy day with Peter

Peter and Stark!Reader adopt a stray cat

Peter learns about periods

Peter walks in on you singing and dancing in his shirt

Roadtrips with Peter

Study date headcanons

Leave them alone!

Peter tries to raise the blinds and breaks them

Cute Alphabet

Reader trying to figure out if they have anxiety

"Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."

But I want to hear you sing

Reader gets saved by Spiderman and finds out it's Peter

Falling asleep on Peter for the first time

Being plus-sized and wearing Peter's hoodies

Art school Reader

In which Peter tries to flirt with you at a party

Shut up and kiss me

Cuddling with Peter

Sick day

Peter and Painter!Reader

You bake when you're stressed and you've been gifting me baskets of cookies

"Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens, so I’m going to be over a lot.”

Goodbye Part One 

Goodbyes Part Two 

Goodbyes Part Three 

Nail Polish

♡☾♒

Peter's quirks

Getting you teeth pulled 

Banner!Reader x Peter Parker 

Are you jealous?

You didn't get the job you wanted

Roadkill   

The Language of Art

Where all the Avengers vaguely know you but didn't know you and Peter were dating

Peter asking and taking the Reader on a date

The Avengers find out Peter and Stark!Reader are dating

Damsel in Distress  

His Favorite Pastime 

Steve Rogers:

He holds your hand to stop your anxiety 

Steve Rogers x Adopted Daughter

You don't want him to go on a run

Steve dating a short and chubby Reader

Hurricane Florence

"Go away’ is just a lonely person’s way of saying, ‘show me that you care enough to stay’.”  

Your bedhead is really cute

Falling asleep on Steve headcanons

It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway

Oblivious Crushes

All That I Lost

With Just One Snap

Bucky Barnes:

Introverted!Reader with a crush on Bucky

Dad!Bucky dating Peter

Bucky dating Tall!Reader

Bucky dating Short!Reader

Hurricane Florence

Bucky with Green-Eyed!Reader

Bucky with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Card games with Bucky

I always knew you would be the one I took a bullet for.

The other Dad!Bucky dating Peter

Bucky and Band!Reader

Being kidnapped by HYDRA and being Bucky's sister

Bucky taking care of a sick Reader

Bucky being best friends with Depressed!Reader

Big brother Bucky

Being Bucky's sister

ABC'S

Falling asleep on Bucky

Sunrise

Jealousy

Natasha Romanoff:

Hurricane Florence

Depressed!Reader 

Loki Laufeyson:

Loki braiding your hair

Loki braiding your hair again

Reading with Loki

Loki and a Tall!Reader

Loki finding out you have an eating disorder

Loki and Green-Eyed!Reader

Loki with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Loki with a cuddly Reader

Being Loki and Thor's sister

Surprise sleepover with Loki

Dating an insecure Peter

Thor and Loki comforting Reader after self-harm

You Are My New Pillow

Shy!Reader crushing on Loki

Falling asleep on Loki

Loki comforting grieving Reader

Loki and spontaneous, hothead, clever and funny Reader

Hurricane Florence

Thor Odisnon:

Being Loki and Thor's sister

Thor and Loki comforting Reader after self-harm

Baking with Thor

Hurricane Florence

Fluffy dating headcanons

Thor and Short!Reader

Thor and Green-Eyed!Reader

Thor with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Thor dating Short!Reader

Dating an insecure Peter

Hurricane Florence

Tony Stark:

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part two 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part three

Thanksgiving with Dad!Tony and Peter and Aunt May

Reader gets Tony to go to bed on time

Tony taking care of a sick Reader

Hurricane Florence

Peter dating Stark!Reader with powers

Falling asleep on Tony

But I Want To Hear You Sing

You're My Remedy

Helicopter parent Tony

The Avengers find out Peter and Stark!Reader are dating

Clint Barton:

Distractions

Hurricane Florence

Marvel actors:

Tom Holland:

Tom having a girlfriend who always carries a book with her

Tom having a girlfriend with anxiety

Tom turning his s/o to mush while playing with her hair 

Angsty Tom part 1 part 2 part 3

Mob!Tom watching his girlfriend mob!reader kill someone for the first time

Mob!Tom

Mob!Tom cuddling with his 4 year old son

Tom dating a mobboss

Tom being a jealous roommate part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 

Tom and reader going on a trip together

Tom taking his s/o with him when he removes his wisdom teeth

Tom with a clumsy girlfriend

Unnamed Tom blurb (angst)

Tom being jealous would include

Taking Tom with you to a family event and falling asleep in eachothers arms

Tom helping you destress

first kiss with Tom would include

Tom dating a plus size!reader

Cuddling with Tom

Tom reacting to his girlfriend secretly making fanfics about Peter Parker

Broken hearts and bandages

Tom taking reader to Disneyland

How the marvel actors are during your period

Tom taking care of you during a storm

Random Tom headcannon

Another jealous Tom

Tom feeling cuddly and calling you to a cuddling emergensy

Car accident

Painting your room with Tom

Tom comforting his s/o who is self cautious about her wheight

Movie night with sick Tom

Tom taking you on a date to the aquarium

bringing Tom swimming with your friends

The old appartment

Tom meeting the reader at a convention

Tom Hiddleston:

how the marvel actors are during your period

Benedict Cumberbatch:

how the marvel actors are during your period

Chris Evans:

How the marvel actors are during your period

Chris wants to surprise you

Sebastian Stan:

how the marvel actors are during your period

Marauders:

Sirius Black:

Sirius breaks up with you 1 2

“I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again”

Pregnant

New Years Kiss

The marauders surprise you for your birthday

Baker Neighbor AU

Sirius comforting self-harming!reader

Sirius x Bi!Reader

Butt-first

The Marauders helping you with homework

You surprise Sirius for his birthday

Taking care of a pregnant reader

“Sugar, spice, and… more spice.”

Sirius finds out reader self-harms

Cuddling with Remus and Sirius

Remus and Sirius comfort reader during a crisis

Insecurities

More birthday headcanons

Sirius loving your butt

Sad!Sirius

Even more birthday headcanons

“A dog with separation anxiety”

Comforting a sad reader

bOOP

Blood-traitor

Survivor’s guilt

“You can’t yell at me, I’m injured”

That shirt

Reader is scared she won’t fit into Sirius’ hoodie

Slytherin Reader x Sirius Black (Platonic)

When the marauders can’t figure out what house you’re in

Backup Boys

Sirius Black x Potter!Reader

Sitting on Sirius’ lap

Sirius with an anxious, depressed reader

The marauders finding out that their friend is self-harming and anorexic

Doggo Sirius 1 2

Sirius comforting his girlfriend after she cries because of a book

Bunbun

Lazy day with Sirius

Remus Lupin:

Remus is always cold, but reader is always warm

The marauders just cant figure out what house your in

Reader knowing exactly who Remus is but no one else from the gang

being married to professor Lupin would include

Remus comforts you after a terrible day at work

Remus comforts his s/o who suffers from depression and severe anxiety

the marauders finding out you're anorexic and self harms

reader organizes Remus a party

sister!reader who prepares a garden that helps remus relax

Remus comforts you when you cry over a book

the marauders giving you cute nicknames

Lazy day

Remus's secret admirer on valentines day

Remus taking care of you, reader, with severe depression

Remus finds out you self harms

Study date

Unnamed Remus blurb

Midnight new years kiss

Birthday surprise

Father figure Remus

Father figure Remus and a creative reader

Father figure Remus where reader has abusive parents

Dinner cuddles

Father figure Remus and suicidal reader

homework helpers

Remus comforts you after you get a bad grade

Remus and you help each other with insecurities

Remus and a reader who's socially anxious

fluffy cuddles

Remus and a chubby!reader who steals his hoodies

Unnamed Remus blurb

Remus comforts you during a crisis

coffee shop date

the reader has anxiety and feels like she doesn't belong in her house

Unnamed Remus blurb

A fluffy birthday

Remus takes care of you when you're exhausted

Fluffy blurb

Remus takes care of a baby

remus hears you sing

unnamed blurb

skinny love

Royal Remus AU part 1 part 2

grief

Remus and assassin AU

college AU

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

hide and seek

the alphabet with Remus

study helpers

Remus asking you to the ball

reader finding out about his lycanthropy

Father figure Remus and a really insecure student

an awkward first date

father figure Remus

Remus takes care of you when you are depressed

father figure Remus comforts you

being black and dating Remus

dating Remus and being a Hufflepuff

unnamed blurb

being short and dating Remus would include

being a student in professor Lupins class would include

soulmate AU

staring

James Potter:

the marauders just cant figure out which house your in

Common friends

the marauders finding out you're anorexic and self harms

the marauders giving you cute nicknames

Birthday surprise

Parents who don't approve

fluffy prompt

James cant find his glasses

James Potter alphabet

Midnight new years kiss

Lazy day

unnamed fluffy blurb

James takes care of you when you're sick 

homework helpers

unnamed blurb

hide and seek

James and a reader who's socially anxious

James being dramatic

study helpers

James with a pregnant!reader

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

James tries to teach you how to play quidditch

hating James but having to spend time with him which makes you change your mind

being James's twin sister and starting to date Sirius

James dating a slytherin

James turning into a deer part 1 part 2

dating James and being insecure about your appearance

playful fighting

more James and insecure reader

unnamed blurb

James teases you for reading so much

James meeting your parents

James with a curvy s/o

James helping his girlfriend with her anxiety

James helping you with nightmares

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

yours and James's wedding night

James is craving some attention

unnamed blurb

James thinks your cute

tooth rottingly fluffy blurb

fluffy prompt

James introduces you to his parents

James dating a ravenclaw

Golden trio:

Theodore Nott:

Theodore and Depressed!Reader

Draco Malfoy:

Draco x Slytherin Reader

Fighting with Draco

Headcanon game

Draco x Weasley!Reader

Study Date

I’ll stick with tea, thanks

Harry Potter: in progress

Fred Weasley: in progress

George Weasley: in progress

Tom Riddle era:

Tom Riddle:

Fighting with Tom

The outsiders:

Sodapop Curtis:

Overwhelmed

Sodapop x Pastel!Soc

Soda having a girlfriend who rollerskates everywhere

Alphabet with Sodapop

Dating Sodapop would include

Headcanon game

Seven Years Later

Job-Seeking

Falling For You

Dallas Winston:

First date with Dally

Dallas x Hood!Reader

Dally x cheery!soc

I think I love you

Dally x Chubby!Reader

Dating Dallas Would Include

Dating Johnny and Dally would include (polyamorous relationship)

Ponyboy Curtis:

Overwhelmed

Family Reunion

First Dates

Two-Bit Mathews:

Overwhelmed

Two-Bit Dating a Tall person

Darry Curtis:

Dating Darry Curtis when you have a younger sister

Overwhelmed

You can’t yell at me I’m injured

Steve Randle:

Not Just a Kid

Overwhelmed

Johnny Cade:

Waking up to Johnny

Dating Johnny and Dally would include (polyamorous relationship)

Overwhelmed

Dating Johnny Cade would include

Ohana

Reader getting hit on and Johnny helps

First Dates

#masterlist #themaraudersoutsidersandpeggy

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Only an Echo: Tom Hiddleston and Mystery Guest??? x Female Reader (SMUT) NSFW

Summary: Tom and Female reader decide to sign up for a partners yoga class. However, the heat is turned up inexplicably when the instructor begins to work closer than expected.

Warnings: Non-con, threesome, PDA

A/N: taken from an Imagine I created with Tom Hiddleston and Loki using gifs of Tom Hiddleston doing yoga.

Taglist: in the reblog.

The soothing music surrounded me; low beating drums thumping rhythmically in time with my pulse. Hollow sounding flutes and reed-like instruments rang out, putting my mind in a trance, and the metallic strum of the guitar could be heard over it all. 

I took a deep breath in, inhaling the smell of sweaty musk from the other yoga practitioners mixing with the sandalwood and dragons blood incense. The air was smoky, thick with the incense that trailed throughout; swaying and twirling, going between a fast puff and a slow trickle. It was like a dancer, trying to seduce the people who stared for too long, a siren or a succubus comprised of smoke. Tom was completely content beside me, relaxed and in his element. His warrior pose was striking. His thick arms sticking out to each side of him like great beams waiting for some unspoken kill command, cutting the air. His shirt was soaked with his delicious sweat and I could see it beading down his chest. I wanted to lick it up, to graze my hot lips against his pecs and abdomen-- trialing fiery kisses down towards his pant line.

Gods… Did he have to be so hot? We had decided to sign up for a couple’s yoga class-- it seemed like something that could be fun! We had been looking at information boards around town one day, our interests in concerts, festivals and the like, when we found the poster for the class posted up on a beam on the sidewalk. “Come release your inner sensuality, use your body for your own sexual awakening and empowerment”. It was only $20 per couple for the first session. I knew this class today was going to spice up the bedroom and I was counting down the seconds until it was over so I could jump Tom’s bones. A dark, sultry, male voice rang out over the swaying, tribal music. “Now,” it said, accentuating the “N”, “Men, approach your partners. I want you to help deepen their downward dog stretches… Really pull those hips back”. That voice, midnight blue, something that birthed constellations in my mind, it sounded so familiar-- like I had known that voice my entire life.  Tom approached me, his hands grabbing my hips, gently. Before I bent down, I stood on my tippy toes trying to see who the voice belonged to, looking for a familiar face, but I never saw the instructor. I searched around the room, but only saw the other couples taking the class. All of them were partnering up, each man taking their partners and helping guide them down. I bent down with the rest of the women and a few men belonging to same sex couples. The tip of my braid slid down around my shoulders and touched the floor as I lowered my head. My hands slowly inched out in front of me, opening my shoulders, stretching both my back and my hamstrings as my legs remained still. Tom was holding my hips helping me deepen my stretch. I could feel his enormous erection flush against my lower lips as I bent. Like a cat that awoke from a deep slumber in the sun, I stretched contentedly, a smug smile on my face. I was so proud of what my body could do to Tom. He was so responsive to the way I looked, the way I moved, the way I sounded… Everything about me. It was like we were made for one another, and in truth we were. “Yes,” the instructor purred, deeply, “lovely form, all of you, deeper still.” I thought I could feel his eyes directly on me. I flushed, hearing the innuendo, my arousal pulsating and resting directly in my lower lips as Tom’s massive cock heated and became even harder. He pulled back on me harder still and I moved with him. I couldn’t help it, my arousal was too much for me to stand and I began to slowly gyrate my hips into his waiting and greedy cock. I heard a distinctly erotic chuckle, dark and smooth like chocolate, sinful too. Had it come from Tom or the instructor? I couldn’t hold the thought for long; my sexuality and Tom’s scent was clouding my thoughts. All the blood that should be helping me think by going to my brain was going elsewhere. “Up, partners reach up,” the familiar voice demanded, the stars it bespoke twinkled alluringly. I reached out, stretching towards them.

Tom stood out behind me, his hands trailing from my hips up the curve of my waist to cup hungrily at my full breasts. His thumb and index finger plucked and softly twisted the buds of my nipples. The heat from my womanhood grew. I could barely stand it.  

I drew a deep breath in, trying to calm myself and my breasts swelled in Tom’s hands.

His lips were at the back of my neck, sending chills down my arms and my nipples hardened craving his lips around them. I had chosen not to wear a bra and the shirt I was wearing was so light and breathable that it felt like Tom was caressing my nipples, feeling the bumps on my areolas. I leaned back into him, his dick reaching up my rear. “Relax partners, that is all for today. I will turn the lights down and you all can lay down on the floor, clear your mind. Leave when you are ready,” the instructor said. I looked again to see who the voice belonged to, but the room went dark and I could no longer make out anyone’s face but Tom’s, who laid down next to me, one of his hands remaining on my breasts, massaging it. I grabbed at his clothes, plucking at the moist neckline to bid him to climb on top of me, to feel his rigid body and length on my own. It didn’t matter to me that there were other people in the yoga studio, all that I felt, all that I knew was that it was just me and Tom. Tom rolled over to me, his lips meeting my own, moving with them in a sweet caress of unity. My searching hands wet to the lip of his shirt, lifting it up and diving inside to explore the muscled abdomen underneath. His skin was erotically smooth with muscles that were hard as granite, and I could feel them straining and pulling underneath my cool touch as he rocked his hips, rubbing his cock against me, craving friction and my touch. “Tom, I need you,” I whispered in his ear, my lips kissing a freckle there. In response to my desperation, Tom’s hand went down to my yoga pants and started to lift them. His hand going down, plunging towards my warm, wet folds. My eyes shot open in the dark and I gasped, excitement and longing taking over. “But there are other people here,” I rasped trying to find my logic. He pulled back, looking me in the eyes, “Let them watch me make you cum. Watch your body rise up off the mat in pure bliss and ecstasy while you cry out my name”. My hands met his pecs and I pushed lightly against him, “No, Tom, please”. I breathed against him. He pulled back listening to my pleas, but I pulled him forward again. My mouth said no, but my body craved him-- all of him, his cock, his hands, his mouth on mine, his eyes gazing at me, his voice, his breath, his hot cum, his very soul. And, Oh gods, Tom had climbed between my legs spreading them with his own. His throbbing cock was sitting right at my opening. Hot, huge, protruding. The pressure was building and our clothes, our despicable, unacceptable clothes, were in the way. My walls clenched, tightly, wetting my panties. The pleasure building deep within my belly. All Tom would need to do was barely graze over my swollen, pulsing clit and I would melt into oblivion. Just then, a loud, slow clap began to ring out, clap...clap...clap… A clap produced by strong, rough hands. Tom stopped kissing my lips but continued humping me. He chuckled and it echoed somewhere else in the room. The very same as his own, dark, smooth, deeply erotic and unholy.

I could hear long strides, slowly approaching us, “Well, well, well. What have we here?” The voice called out shrouded in shadow. I pushed against Tom, “Tom,” I whispered, “cut it out.” “Please, don’t stop on my account.” “Tom,” I hissed, “I’m serious!” “I wonder...Do you think he can fuck you like I can fuck you?” the voice inquired. This was just too weird, what kind of yoga instructor was this? I didn’t sign up for this. I was faithful to Tom, but somehow the idea of a threesome with this erotic voice that caused goosebumps to rise on my skin and my nipple buds to tighten made me feel so very aroused. “Two pets then, how lucky of me. You two fuck like rabbits in heat.” he paused sniffing the air, “Oh my, my, you are in heat. Ripe with the scent of it. No wonder he can’t control himself around you. Absurd of you to think he can. I empathize with him completely,” the voice said facetiously, placing a hand over his heart in a false gesture of solidarity. “Has he never told you how truly dangerous it is to walk about the world smelling like that? What kind of people you invite? I can’t possibly stop myself, and you, mortal”, the voice cloaked in shadow said, waving a slender hand at my form, “can’t withstand me at all.” I gulped and my eyes widened. “Oh please don’t be frightened, you have that look… What’s it called, doe in headlights? When I sense fear on a woman such as yourself it sends me into a frenzy, and we wouldn’t want to tear up that weeping wet pussy of yours now would we?” “I don’t understand…” I lied. “Oh, don’t play the fool with me, pretty little pet.” he scolded with a chuckle full of malice so dark it could cause a rose to whither. “Male pet will clean you up once I have had my way with you, he can taste your honey dew pussy when I have torn it asunder while you clean your pheromones off my cock. Understood?” the voice asked. I didn’t respond, I was shocked to silence. “Well, if you don’t understand now, you will soon. You will beg for his tongue on your clit to soothe it and my cock down your throat to stifle your moans. “But first, you must turn over.” Though I wanted to protest, to scream, I did as the voice bid. It was hypnotic, alluring, toxic, and magic all in one. I would have done whatever the voice told me to do. I turned. “Good girl,” the voice praised. Without any warning an enormous burning pressure was at my opening, pushing past the lips and pulling them with it as he forced his way into me. I cried out, but his hand went to my throat cutting me off. “Take it!” he hissed as he pushed into me harder. I began to feel a burning of heat and passion in my loins. I couldn’t deny that I was aroused by his confidence and his actions. Tom had practically made me pant and plead for some kind of sexual attention with his kissing and petting. His cock began to create an odd sensation, the remaining length that was still trying to bury itself within me was hurting my lips, but the head and length inside was already coated with my slick juices. Stupidly, I pulled away from the painful pressure leaning forward on my hands and knees. And the conqueror’s arms wrapped like a vice around my sensitive, roiling hips. The more I pulled away from him the more forceful he became and the tighter he held me. I began to whimper, and for a split second he let up before grabbing me and ramming the rest of his length within me making my breast bounce and my cervix tighten with lust. His beating against my pussy was direct and controlled-- as if he was afraid he would not be able to control his ejaculation. But soon the wiggling from my hips and moans from my lips proved too much for him. I had easily seduced him as he had seduced me. As I would buck and grind against him, surprised by my appetite for him, he would begin to frenzy. His fingers raked through my hair to rest at the ends, pulling it back as he exposed my neck and held me still. “No,” he cried out as I began to roll my hips, “Don’t move,” he demanded in a hostile whisper. I nodded. “Move and I won’t be able to stop myself from cumming in your soaking--” he stopped, stifling his own moan, his words were driving him to the point of insanity. With a growl he pumped into me, pushing me down between my shoulder blades so he could hold dominion over my form. “Too late, too late,” he grunted quickly as he gripped my hips and rammed into me. I cried out as he came, pumping his burning hot cum deep within. His body straightened and went rigid in his bliss. When he was finished riding out his climax he snapped his fingers, “Clean her.” And Tom’s tongue was on my pained, throbbing pussy. It hurt but felt so good, and I began to cry as I went between jerking away from his quick tongue to rubbing my pussy lips on his mouth. As his tongue rhythmically incapacitated me, I felt the familiar electric sensation begin in my hips and spill over until I lost my mind into oblivion in pleasure. “I think you have had enough for today. As much as I would enjoy placing my greedy cock down your throat I think we should save it for when you wake.” My eyes were closed and I lay panting on the floor. What did he mean when I wake? I wasn’t asleep.

My eyes fluttered open and I lay in my bed, staring up at the lazily spinning ceiling fan, I turned my head on the pillow to look at my bedmate. “Loki?” I called out, still half asleep. “Love?” he replied, his head resting on his hand. “Did you enjoy the dream?” I smiled, nodding and drifted back to sleep, his eyes ever watchful over my sleeping, vulnerable form.

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[just-the-hiddles]

45 and 48 with Tom and a ballerina reader, where he hoes to her show for the first time and fall in love at first sight. Also, could it be a songfic for Tiny Dancer, by Elton John?

Tiny Dancer

Just two more left!  This one is fluffy!

Pairing:  Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count:  977

Warnings: None

Tag List: @nonsensicalobsessions @winterisakiller @drakesfiance @jennytwoshoes @hiddlesbitch1 @sterwild @pinkzz123 @klbates22 @jumpxjess @obtain-this-grain @unfortunatelyymuggle

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Tom rolled his eyes at Luke.

“Would you just listen to me for two seconds?” Tom snapped back.

Luke crossed his arms and stared Tom.

“I’m listening.”

“I know you are looking at for my best interests and my career, but I don’t have time to go any sort ABC party.” Tom waved his hands around for emphasis.

“Are you referring to the American Ballet Theatre? If so, the answer is you will make the time.”

“But the play…”

“This gala is on a Monday… the theater is dark that day. Besides, I thought you enjoyed dancing.” Luke shot back, smirking.

Tom threw his hands up in concession.

“Fine, but for the record, I like my kind of dancing not fancy ballet dancing.”

Luke walked away satisfied with the outcome of the conversation.

Tom enjoyed the performances much to his surprise.  A solo for Romeo and Juliet piqued Tom’s interest in the program. Once the dance started, Tom couldn’t take his eyes of the dancer. He has seen more productions of Romeo and Juliet than he cared to count, but the dancer playing Juliet captured the emotion of the young Capulet in such an unexpected way. 

The program showed that all the dancers would be available to meet at the afterparty. The room was filled with a sea of chiffon and black ties, and Tom craned his neck to look above the heads of the crowd. He viewed people huddling around the principal dancers, clamoring for a few moments with the stars. He weaved his way through the bodies but did not spot her. Dejected, he turned to hit up the bar for a drink. He only made as far as one step before he stepped on someone’s foot.

“Ow!”

“So sorry,” Tom mumbled as he looked up and met eyes with the dancer he had been looking for.

Up close, you enchanted Tom even more than he expected. Tom began to sweat and pulled on the collar of his dress shirt.

“It’s okay, sir…” you glanced up and realized who stood before you, “holy shit! You’re Tom Hiddleston!”

Tom smiled.

“Guilty as charged. And again, sorry about your foot. I am sure they are worth a fortune.”

You laughed.

“I wish. The going rate for my feet is not what you would imagine.”

“Oh, I don’t accept that. You entranced me. That must be worth something.” Tom flashed one of his signature smiles.

You blushed at the compliment. Thoughts raced through your mind. They ranged from God he is handsome to Is he flirting with me?

“Would you accompany me to the bar?” Tom asked, jostling you back to reality.

You glanced around. Part of your duties required you to make the rounds at the gala, chatting up patrons and donors. You rationalized the trip to the bar as circulating. You nodded and Tom extended his arm to you.

Tom hooked your arm with his and navigated through the throngs of people with ease. He sidled up to the bar and order a whiskey for himself.

“And for you?”

“Just soda and cranberry juice. I’m working.”

Tom nodded and placed the order. Before long, the two of you exchanged life stories, family anecdotes, and more than a few laughs. Conversation flowed like two old friends catching up, and you wanted to linger in his company. A tap on your shoulder broke your bliss.

“Y/N, the donors want to see you,” another company member hissed at you.

“I am afraid I have monopolized your time. My apologies. Please. Go.” Tom nodded, waving you to take your leave.

You said a quick goodbye before your coworker dragged you back into the crowds. Tom watched as you disappeared. Although he already made the requisite appearance, he lingered, hoping for another chance to talk to you. He pulled his phone out and sent a message to Luke.

Thank you.

For what?

I will tell you in the morning.

-

The next several hours dragged by as you shuffled between conversations with various donors, directors, and choreographers. The whole event exhausted you. You never caught up with Tom again, and now the event ended with no Tom in sight. With a sigh, you pushed open the heavy glass doors and stepped into the chilly New York air.

“Hey.”

You pivoted to see Tom leaning against a column.

“How long have you been waiting out here?”

“About 30 minutes.” Tom responded, rubbing his arms to bring the blood flow back. “It was getting bloody cold.”

“Why in the hell would you wait for 30 minutes in the cold night air?”

Tom strode towards you, closing the distance in seconds.

“I didn’t get to give you a proper goodbye.”

Tom grinned as he lowered down and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. In shock, you stood there as he stepped back, looking at you for an answer or response.

“Did you just kiss me?” you whispered, not trusting your voice.

“Um..yes, I did. Is that a problem?” Tom asked, hope in his eyes.

“I’m not sure.”

Tom’s face fell.

“I need at least one more kiss to be sure.” you finished, grinning.

Tom’s face lit up as he grabbed you by the waist and you raised up to meet him. This time you reciprocated, throwing your arms around his neck. You felt lightheaded when the two of you parted.

“And?” Tom asked, continuing to hold you by the waist.

You placed a finger on your chin in mock contemplation. You searched his face before leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek.

“I don’t expect this will be a problem.”

“Good. Because I plan on doing that often.” Tom quipped as he leads you towards a taxi pulling you close and interlacing his fingers with you.

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[ticklikeabomb]

The Marvel Parody - Chapter 7

Pairing (in the futur) : Chris Evans x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings : Language ; spelling mistakes

Word Count : 1.136

Prelude Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

You all headed backstage and you couldn’t take it anymore. You’ve been coping with the pressure for two weeks now and once the door closed, you burst out in tears. « Hey, what’s wrong? », asked Emily. You couldn’t form a proper sentence because you were so overwhelmed. « I’m…I’m just so proud of.. you girls. You did…so good. I wasn’t expecting such a positif response. And that fucking asshole… ». « Hey calm down. We couldn’t have made it without you. », continued Emily. You were about to interject, « No, don’t. Honestly, you came up with the whole concept, sure we helped but you created all this. »

« What if they didn’t like it or were offended by something? », you replied. « Are you kidding me. I had a good look of their faces during some parts of the show and believe me, I’m not saying this because we’re a team, but they were having a really good time. Trust me. And by the way, I wanted to thank you for defending me on stage. That was fucking awesome. », she finished. You just nodded and hugged her. 

The girls were getting out of their costumes and dressing something more comfortable. That’s when G came to us « Congratulations ladies, you were fantastic. And the cast wants to meet you once you ready. You turned to Gazelle, « Do you mind if I take a quick shower upstairs? ». « No problem dear. Join us when you’re ready. » « Thank you ». She knew how nervous you’ll get surrounded by a lot of people, so giving you time like this made your heart melt. You couldn’t be more grateful for having her. You headed upstairs where a small room with bathroom were displayed. You used to crash there at the beginning of your journey but after joining the dancers, Sarah proposed you to move in with her, which you gladly accepted. Here you were in the shower. Hot water splashing down your body and washing all the pressure away. Starting to relax, you recalled the moment you saw Evans do the left boob grab and smiled at the memory. He was more handsome than the media projected. That guy was like sex on legs. « How can he be so hot? And he’s growing the beard again. Heavennnnn », you mumbled under the hot water. That’s when you remembered that he had seen you in lingerie. Actually everyone did. « Ohhhhh shiiiiit. Oh God. Oh God.  Not only Chris saw you but Sebastian too and Tom Hiddleston. Shit », you realized. So focused on your dance, you actually forgot that you were wearing sexy lingerie during your routine before the Parody. 

(This Red set for Part 1 of the Dance (see chapter 2)

(This Black set for part 2 of the dance (See chapter 2)

You slowly let your head fall against the wall. You got out of the shower and put some comfortable clothes on. You wore a black jeans that accentuated your hips and ass with an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt and some pair of Vans. You decided to let your hair dry naturally and applied a small amount of make-up. You headed downstairs, but not having the force to face anyone yet, you pushed the backdoor that leaded to the alley and lit up a cigarette.

Meanwhile, Sarah, Emily, Kelly joined the rest of the girls that were already heading towards the cast.

« Here they are. Finally », exclaimed a smiling RDJ

« Wait. There’s one missing », remarked Taika Waititi.

Evans was trying discreetly to look over the whole place but couldn’t find you.

Gazelle approached everyone. « Hey, G where’s Y/N? », asked Sarah with a concerned look. « She’s just freshening up. She will be here soon », she smiled but gave a knowing look to Sarah, who just nodded in return. The team knew that sometimes you just needed a few moments to collect yourself. « Let’s have a drink people », offered G.

Everyone mingled and started to talk.

« I hope you had fun », said Jen

« Fun? The word is small. It was amazing », told Chris Pratt.

« Indeed. It was very refreshing. It had it all : Jokes, Statements, Action, Drama », replied Hiddleston.

« Awesome, we’re so happy you enjoyed it. », said Sarah.

« You have no idea how happy I am to see an awesome female team slay like that. We could truly see the complicity between all of you and standing there for each other like that. We need more of that. Girls having girls’s back », said Scarlet. « Totally », agreed Brie and Elisabeth at the same time.

« Yeah, we’re a pretty cool team. We put a lot of work into this. I’m so glad everything went alright, considering the fact that we put all of this in two weeks », mentioned Kelly.

« TWO WEEKS?? », asked a dumbfounded Benedict.

« Yeah. Y/N did an amazing job directing us and with the script and everything », said Emily.

« She did all of that by her own? » asked Evans. 

« Well, I did the major part of the costuming because I sew. Kelly and Sarah created the fight/dance choreography and Jen managed to pull out some of the decor. But, the whole concept, which costumes and their details, what parts of the movie, the script, the lightning, the short movies that we showed on the screen were all Y/N », continued Emily.

« And let’s not forget about all those puns. God, she was on fire », said July laughing and was joined by some of the actors.

« I’m really impressed. Putting on a show like this in two weeks is really extraordinary. Good job ladies », said Kevin Feige. 

« That girl basically dragged us to the theater when Infinity War came », said Kelly. « And she forced us to watch all of the movies...multiple times », continued July. « Don’t complain, you’re not the one living with her. I had literally to listen her whine about all of those deaths in the movie. ‘Ohh not Loki. If they kill Rogers, I fucking Riot. NOOOO, how dare they kill Bucky’», mimicked Sarah. The girls were laughing because Sarah’s imitation was on point.

Evans was smiling when he heard that you liked his character to the point that you would riot. A smile that didn’t go unnoticed by Sarah and Sebastian. 

« Don’t tell her that I told you, but she cried when you all died », Sarah revealed.

« Awnnn so sweet », said Ruffalo.

« If she finds out you told them that, she’s so gonna kill you girl », told July.

« Is she ok? », asked Evans concerned. Everyone turned to him, curious why he would ask that. « I mean, she seemed pretty upset about what happened on stage with that jerk », he said while clenching his jaw.

« Yeah, I think she’s fine », answered Emily

« I was actually really proud of her to stand out like that. She never does it, even when people are being fucking awful to her. She’s kind of reserved and shy, but once you get to know her she’s amazing. I was happily surprised », revealed Sarah. The rest of the girls agreed.

You finished what was like your third cigarette and decided to head back. You couldn’t hide forever.

* gif and pictures not mine, credit to the owners. I found them on Google*

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[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Kari’s RPF Song Challenge

This challenge is done in support of @wayward-mirage RPF Appreciation Day 2017, there for all fics MUST be posted to tumblr ON AUGUST 12th! No extensions! You can’t post before the day either. You have to post ON the day. Don’t worry about timezone.

I will make a masterlist a few days after - so the link to your fic has to be in this doc by August 13th (again no worries about timezone) if you want it included on the masterlist! Sooner is okay of course!

You can write for any actor, singer, fandom you like BUT I only reblog and read fics for these people - even if I don’t read them I will add them to the masterlist of course!

Marvel: Chris Evans, Chris Pratt, Chris Hemsworth, Scarlett Johansson, Jeremy Renner, Robert Downey Jr, Tom Hiddleston, Sebastian Stan.

Game of Thrones: Kit Harington

Supernatural: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Danneel Ackles (not on the show but to me she is part of this fandom), Gil McKinney, Jeff Dean Morgan.  

ALL FICS HAS TO BE X READER (platonic and romantic are both fine). BUT NO SHIPS. I WILL MAKE THE EXCEPTION SHIPS ARE OKAY IF THE PEOPLE ARE MARRIED OR DATING IN REAL LIFE - I AM WEIRD I KNOW. BUT MY CHALLENGE.

NO HATE WHAT SO EVER TOWARDS ANY SPOUSES OR ACTORS ARE ALLOWED IN ANY OF THE FICS!!

You need to pick a song off the list. You claim it by putting your URL and choice of pairing beneath it in this google doc. An example will be given in the doc. The link and title part you leave blank until you posted it - Only fics with a title and link in the doc before the 14th will make it onto my masterlist.

2 people allowed per song.

You can sign up twice but not for the same fandom. So if you signed up for Sebastian Stan (Marvel) you can’t do another song for Chris Evans (Marvel, but Jensen Ackles (SPN) would be fine.

NO MORE THAN TWO SIGN UPS PER PERSON!

You gotta tag me staring it is for “Kari’s RPF Song Challenge” in you A/N as well as use the tags RPF Appreciation Day 2017 and Kari’s RPF Song Challenge somewhere in the first 5 tags when you post.

You can write smut, fluff, angst - everything in between. Just use the probber warnings if needed. AUs are welcome too. 

It can be anywhere between 500 and 5k words. It can be a one shot or the start of a new series. Don’t throw it into the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading and have no time to read up on 10 30 chapter series to understand it.

The song can’t just play in the background. You have to use the lyrics to set the mood or have someone say the actual lyrics. You don’t have to write the lyrics onto the fic but use them somehow. You can used another version of the song - just make a note of it in the doc. 

You don’t have to send me an ask to join. As soon as your url and a pairing is written by a fic it is yours. You don’t have to follow me but it would be nice if you did.

Have fun! And be respectful to the people whose names you are using to create your fic.  

Link to doc just in case: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PbrIPrCE539tUfD4iC4nO8PnsHitBopHrBdvhvQO9v4/edit?usp=sharing

List of songs and tags for signal boost under the cut

LIST OF SONGS

Glades - Skylines

Aerosmith - Angel

Ed Sheeran - Galway Girl

Beyonce - Best thing I never had

Prince - Purple Rain

Shia - Chandelier

Mariah Carey - Hero

Adele - Hello

Kelly Clarkson - Since You’ve been gone

Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run

U2 - City of Blinding Lights

Elton John - Tiny Dancer

The Proclaimers - 500 miles

Gary Jules - Mad World

Bob Seger - Old Time Rock’n’roll

The Doors - The End

Blue Swede - Hooked on a Feeling

Survivor - Eye of the Tiger

Simple Minds - Don’t you forget about me

John Lennon - Imagine

Tom Petty - Free Falling

Green Day - Good Riddance

Semisonic - Closing Time

James Taylor - Fire and Rain

Phil Collins - In the Air Tonight

Foster the People - Pumped Up Kids

Tagging for signal boost: 

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#kari's rpf song challenge #rpf appreciation day 2017 #writing challenge