"MASTERLIST" Hello! my name is Maria and my requests are CLOSED! I write for Tom Hiddleston and Loki [I don't ignore anyone on the comments, I just reply with my main account]
Hii, everyone! I'm back with something short to celebrate our man's bday and the release of his book! (so proud :'))
Hope you like it! (I'm kinda rusty, haven't written anything in YEARS)
Prompt: You give Jake a very special birthday present :)
Like 1k words
Warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy.
You were almost shaking in anticipation. Oh, how long the two of you waited for that moment... ever since you got married, and maybe even a bit before that, you and Jake have always discussed starting your own family. Seeing how he was with his nieces always made your ovaries ache.
Now he was in his "uncle era" as you would call. Releasing and promoting his book "The Secret Society of Aunts & Uncles" was just so exciting for him and you were beyond proud, seeing him so happy and trying new things.
You were almost sad that era would have to end... soon he would start a new one. And he had no idea.
Ever since your test results came positive, you knew you had to find a special way to tell Jake. He deserved that.
You found out two weeks before his birthday. Perfect opportunity... I mean, it was so hard to buy him presents... he always loved everything you got him, but you knew he never actually needed anything. But this year... it would be unforgettable.
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When the day came, you thought you would have a heart attack, you barely got any sleep. You knew he would love the surprise, but it had been so hard to keep it a surprise, it was almost driving you insane.
You found him sitting on the sofa, wearing an oversized green sweater after the two of you had his favorite breakfast. He seemed so calm and content. He looked cozy, he looked like home. You realized you were staring at him like a fool with a smile on your face. It was the right time, you felt it.
"Jake?" You called him as you walked to join him on the sofa. You held a box in your hands.
"Yeah, baby?" He gave you his sweetest smile.
"I wanted to give you a present. But... not something you could just buy, you know? Wanted it to be special." You explained, looking at the box. He could see you were nervous because of how you were gripping on it for dear life. You just felt that... when the box was no longer in your hands, the situation wouldn't be under control anymore.
"You know you didn't have to give me anything, my love." He tried to calm you down. "Just being able to wake up by your side for another year is more than I deserve."
You took a deep breath and handed him the box. He sat closer to you and hugged your shoulders, giving you a forehead kiss before opening it.
He unwrapped a very clearly homemade book. He looked at you in awe.
"Y/N? That's... that's so thoughtful, did you do all of this...?"
"Well, Ramona and Gloria helped with the illustrations." You explained, seeing him smile just imagining you and his nieces working together on this project. "I wrote the story and struggled to bind it for several days, so... I know it looks messy, I just..."
"It looks absolutely perfect." He got emotional before he could even imagine what was inside...
"Will you read it out loud?" You asked shyly. "Wanna see your reaction..."
"Sure!" He smiled excitedly, as he opened the book.
Writing is hard, I will not lie...
But there's a man who makes me wanna try.
I wonder how can he be...
Looking this good at forty-three?
He left out a laugh and rolled his eyes.
How can you deny he's the greatest uncle of all times...
When someone calls him "uncle", you can see the pride in his eyes.
You could hear the emotion on his voice. You could see his eyes running through the illustrations with absolute adoration.
He's more than an uncle, it's true
He gets called another thing or two
The greatest actor, the funniest guy,
He doesn't even have to try.
How lucky am I, cause in the end
I get to call him my best friend
That's it. Now he was going to read the important part. Your heart was about to burst.
But there's something he's never been called before...
Something he'll have to wait a few months for.
But I'm sure he will be glad
Cause he'll have someone to call him... dad.
At the end of the page, you glued the pregnancy test. He stared at it wide-eyed, speechless.
"Honey, is this..." he was afraid of saying it out loud. It was too good to escape his lips.
"Yes. It's true." You grabbed his hand and placed it softly on your belly. "I'm pregnant, Jake."
He murmured something inhuman as he placed his gift on the side so he could bring you to his arms and fill your face with little kisses.
"This is... the best birthday present I ever got... I mean... they both are, the book and this..." he looked at your belly, then to your eyes. "Thank you, my angel, I love you so much... I love... this baby so much already, I..."
"We love you too." You replied as you felt your eyes fill with tears. "I'm sorry, but now you'll have to start working on 'The Secret Society of dads'..."
"Y/N." He freaked out when it hit him. "I have NO IDEA how to be a dad..."
"I'm just joking" you laughed at his reaction. "You don't have to write a book about it."
"I just have to raise the child, which seems easier, huh?" He raised his eyebrows sarcastically.
"I know it's hard." You reassured him. "But you got me as a coauthor in this one."
"In that case... I just know it will be the most beautiful story."
God, I’m so embarrassed while writing this right now, cause I know I disappeared for ages…
But the thing is, I know everyone in the world is going through a really hard time lately, and I remember how this account always helped me and allowed me to help others.
The thing is that I haven’t been writing lately… Thats why I never logged in here again.
But I miss talking to the amazing people I met here and I know that, more than ever, we need friends and communication.
Thats why I came here… If you’ve been needing someone to talk, I know I’m not the coolest person in the world lol, but in case you do, I’ll leave here the social network I’ve been online lately:
I just created this wattpad account (Havent been writing, but who knows, one day? I can say I have some ideas…): @heartbreak_Horan
And theres also my personal Tumblr (for the memes): @its-remy-not-ratatouille
Always feel free to hit me up on both! I’m pretty sure 90% of you will just ignore this, and I know I deserve that for disappearing hahaha but I’m still very grateful for all you’ve done for me and I feel like I have to offer something in return! :)
All the love! Stay safe, wash your hands and ignore your anxiety, it is lying to you!
Hello! Did you get my request about the readers dad and family? And Tom defending her?
Hello!!! I did get the request, and I was wondering if you would mind if I included it on my new series? Cause I was going to do something very similiar on it!
But it's okay if you don't want to, the series will contain smut and maybe you're not comfortable with that, just let me know and there will be no problems with that!
Hey there! That latest request you wrote the one shot to... It's so fricking beautiful... It hit me really hard, I have depression and a lot of times the world just is grey and weird and sad. You really did put your heart and soul into it, it felt sincere and truthful while reading. You are an incredible writer!!! I hope you're doing okay ❤️
Hello! Wow, I honestly don't know where to start... First of all, thank you EXTREMELY much for taking your time to write this.
Everytime someone requests something that has to do with a mental illness or any kind of confidence issue, I know I must take extra care with what I put there, because I don't want it to mean nothing, I believe that art is supposed to help going through that, and when I hear that I got to touch someone with my stories, I know all the work was worth it.
Unfortunately, we live in a world where people hardly ever reach full happiness. But that's how life works. All you can, and should do, is ask for help. It doesn't need to envolve professional help, maybe you just need to be heard.
So I'd like to make it very clear that this blog is not only willing to help through my writing, but my messages and asks are always open to listen.
Request - 1K Game: I would love something angst with Tom Hiddleston 😍 Random facts about me so you can choose: I'm really shy sometimes; couldn't love ice cream more than I already do; I love read, write and sing; love any kind of art; animals are my weakness; I'm learning to draw and I'm fighting against anxiety and depression... Not winning, yet... But still fighting... Oh and I'm not from North America or something... I'm Brazilian...
Hello! @featuringcone9
Okay, I have to tell you that this is one of the most special requests I ever got. While I was reading this, felt like looking into a mirror cause I relate to all those facts...
(Guess what? Eu sou brasileira também! ❤)
That's why I literally put my heart into this and I hope you feel the same way I did when you read it! Thank you so much for joining the game!
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There was always art, wherever you would go.
That's what Tom thought all the time. He didn't say it enough, because you wouldn't let him. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable, but that's how he saw his life beside you.
There was art in every little sketch of his curls you did when you were bored.
There was art when he had to hold his breath to focus entirely on your voice when you sang to him. And it wasn't any less beautiful when you sang together in the car, even though anyone else would think that was horrible, because you two didn't care how you sounded, you would even make funny voices just to enjoy the ride.
There was art when you spoke your language to your mom on the phone and he watched you, smiling like a fool, just wanting that call to end so he could kiss all over your blushing face. Eventually, he tried to learn it, but your heart couldn't take how adorable he was.
There was art in your passion for every single animal you saw, in how your eyes would fill with tears just by looking at a puppy.
The only thing he hated about all this, was that, deep down, everyone who breaths art like you, Van Gogh, Sylvia Plath, and many others, have a troubled soul.
There was always sadness, wherever you would go.
There was sadness everytime he tried to tell you all this and you didn't believe him.
There was sadness when people said that you had everything, so you shouldn't be sad. You knew that, of course you did. Specially that you had Tom. Nothing brought you down as much as the fact that you just couldn't express how much he meant to you. After you met him, your world became more colorful.
There was always color, wherever he would go.
There was blue, but not the dark shades you knew before, the lightest and the sweetest blue in his eyes, when he looked directly into yours and told you that you were his everything.
There was yellow from the feeling of the sun burning your skin, cause he forced you to go out more, and the world out there was a bright yellow adventure with him, very different from the grey you once saw.
There were limitless colors, from the flowers he sent, from the paintings he inspired you to create, from the butterflies in your stomach everytime he cuddled you on the sofa and kissed your ear from behind, telling you that he would always be there for you.
That's how life felt. You couldn't see, you couldn't express, but you could feel it.
And you decided to allow yourself to feel it. The art, the colors and even the sadness. Tom understood you, he lived for the art and he had his own sadness.
Maybe you weren't in your best years yet, but you were getting there. Day by day, color by color.
Hello!!! I believe this is my first actual Loki smut, and I had several blocks in the process so... Hope it's still what you needed @jessiejunebug, thank you for this beautiful request! ❤
Prompt: You are insecure and hate the way you look, but Loki has a very good idea to change that.
Warnings: insecurities. Smut. Public teasing.
Like 2k words.
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You sat in bed, in front of a big mirror, applying your red lipstick.
"Darling?" Loki called, entering the room. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere." You shrugged. "I just want you to know I can be pretty sometimes."
He furrowed his eyebrows and walked in your direction, standing between you and the mirror.
"Sometimes?" He asked.
"If I try." You looked at the floor.
"Is it lipstick that makes you pretty?" He looked really annoyed.
"You know why I do this." You brought the lipstick back to your mouth, but you felt something soft against your skin instead.
He had turned the lipstick into a red rose. You looked at him and he still seemed angry.
You were going to say something, but before you could, he was on his knees in front of you, pulling you for a kiss.
He grabbed your thighs and forced you to give him space, so he sat in front of you and brought you to his lap.
Piece by piece, you started removing each other's clothes, and once you were done, he brought you to sit on his lap again. He had his back turned to the mirror, but you were facing it.
"Do you want to ride me now, my love?" He said in that raspy voice that gave you shivers.
You nod, looking deeply into the fire in his eyes.
"Okay, you can." He said, stroking your lips softly. Then he looked at his red thumb and you realized he was actually removing your lipstick. "As long as you don't take your eyes off that mirror."
"But..." You protested. "I like to look at you."
He sighed and slowly entered you with two fingers. You arched your back and bit your lip. He started to move his fingers faster, using his other hand to stroke your inner thigh gently.
"Loki?" You smiled at him, but he still had a serious expression.
"Yes?" He whispered against your lips as he got closer to give you open-mouthed kisses. "Do you want to come?"
"I do." You moaned with your lips still connected when his hand moved from your thigh to stroke your folds.
"Eyes on the mirror." He said drily, breaking the kiss.
"No." You rolled your eyes.
"Are you disrespecting my orders and rolling your eyes at me?" He asked, making your stomach sink.
You didn't answer. He removed his fingers from you and you from his lap, standing you and getting dressed. You sat in bed waiting for him to say what was going to happen now. But he didn't, he just left without looking back.
Who did he think he was? You wouldn't let him do that. He had to understand that things weren't going to be always the way he wants. You stood up and started getting dressed too. You looked at the bed and saw the rose there. There was a stunning contrast between it's red and the white sheets. But the beauty fadded when you realized Loki turned a 20 dollar lipstick into a flower. You smirked. He would see what you were capable of now.
You took a shower to calm yourself down and applied an even darker shade of lipstick, cause you had to show Loki you could do whatever you wanted. You put on a short black dress and went to the living room of the avengers tower. You saw Thor half asleep on the sofa and Tony in the kitchen, checking his phone. They noticed you arrived, but didn't look up.
"Where's Loki?" You asked. Thor only shrugged.
"He's your responsability, Y/N. Not ours." Tony replied unamused, but when he raised his eyes to look at you, he raised his eyebrows. "Going somewhere?"
"No. Why?" You smirked. Thor finally looked at you as well.
"Wow!" The god left out a whistle. "You look stunning, Y/N."
"Don't act surprised when I stab you, brother." You heard Loki's voice coming downstairs.
"Stabbing is not allowed in this building, reindeer games." Tony comments.
Loki doesn't bother answering that.
"Hello, my love." He says, getting closer to where you stood. "Where you looking for me?"
"Yeah." You looked at him confused. So he would just act like nothing happened earlier? "Wanted to know if you liked my new lipstick."
"Oh, I love it." He smiled sweetly. He knew he was making you confused and that's all he wanted.
"How romantic." Tony said, sarcastically.
"I am." Loki smirked. "I even gave her flowers this morning."
You rolled your eyes and sat on the sofa, beside Thor. Loki sat on the other sofa, looking directly at you, making you a little uncomfortable.
Thor started to tell you excitedly about a new tv show he had just discovered, when you started to feel a heat starting on your knees and rising until your neck. You felt sick, like you had a fever. You took your palm to your forehead to feel your temperature, but then you felt his gaze on you again. And he looked like he was up to no good. You gave him a look that meant 'what are you doing?', but instead of giving you some kind of answer, he made it worse.
You started to feel fingerprints inside your shirt, gently brushing your nipples. Soon you feel that touch everywhere, like he had his cold fingers touching all over you at once, but there was no one there. The look in your eyes begged him to stop, and he pretended he didn't see it.
You felt some kind of vibration against your clit that made you jump and almost fall from the sofa.
"What was that?" Thor widened his eyes.
You didn't reply. You had to keep pressing your lips together, otherwise you would moan loudly. It seemed like there was something stroking your walls and the eye contact you were keeping with Loki was driving you crazy.
"Y/N?" Tony called from the kitchen.
And it all stopped at once. All those feelings were gone. You thought you would be relieved, but your body was still tense.
"UGHHH, WHAT?" You yelled.
"It's alright if you don't want to come, you don't have to talk to me like that." The millionaire raised his eyebrows.
"Where are you going?" You blushed. There was no way Loki didn't make him say that phrase. You didn't doubt his powers.
"We're going out for lunch." Thor said excitedly. "Are you coming, brother?"
"Well..." He shrugged. "Y/N is not coming..."
You felt like you should go, just to get some air. But you knew Loki would continue whatever he was doing on that sofa, and would be even worse in public.
As soon as Thor and Tony left, your eyes landed on Loki's innocent face.
"You know I hate it when you do that." You stood up and sat by his side.
"You know I hate it when you disobey me." He replied, grabbing your exposed thigh.
"I don't see why it would please you to make me uncomfortable." You looked at the floor.
"I'm just trying to make you never feel insecure again." His hand left your thigh and cupped your face. His violence became love and protection. "I know how you feel about your looks. But I will not allow it. I can't listen to you saying bad things about yourself... Y/N, you love me for who I am, and I am not a kind, loving and beautiful person like you."
"Of course you are." You smile and bring his hand to your mouth, so you can kiss it. "You make me feel safe."
"Okay, so..." Loki cleaned his throat and tried to find a way to not let his emotions take over again. He felt free to show his feelings for you, and for you only, but he still liked to be on control.
"So?" You smirked and enjoyed that his hands were close to your mouth to wrap your lips against two of his fingers and gently suck them.
"Good girl." He smiled. "You're going to be good to me now, won't you?"
You nodded.
"Come with me." He said, holding your hand and guiding you back to your room.
When you got there, you looked at the mirror and shivered.
"It's okay." He noticed you were uncomfortable. "You don't have to look. But if I were you, I would. It's quite a view."
You weren't sure if that made you feel confident. What you knew was that whenever you did what Loki wanted, you got great rewards from that.
You started to take your clothes off, he just stood there watching your every move.
"Sit down." You asked once you were completely naked.
"Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I said sit down, not kneel." You mocked him.
He didn't move or say anything, he just stared and you began to feel that heat again.
"Oh my god..." You moaned. It was even stronger than before. At some point, your clit was so overstimulated that you could barely stand. "I meant... Please, please sit down, my king... I... Fuck..."
"You what?" He said, making it all stop at once. You felt so empty again.
"I want to ride you, my king." You said, getting closer and starting to unbutton his shirt. He allowed you to. "And I promise I will see myself doing it."
He cursed under his breath and helped you remove the rest of his clothes. He sat down just like before, with his back turned to the mirror, so you could sit on his lap facing it.
And you did. You held on to his shoulders and slowly lowered your hips, feeling him stretching your walls. After your thighs met his a few times, you finally opened your eyes and they met you reflexion on the mirror. Loki noticed and grabbed your waist, making you go faster.
"Look at yourself, Y/N." He said agaisnt your neck, giving it hot kisses. "You're so beautiful like this. How could you ever think you aren't?"
Well, it wasn't that obvious to you. Your lipstick was everywhere, except on your lips: on your chin, on the white sheets, on Loki's shoulders, on Loki's lips... But there was something hot about that. It felt like there was part of you all over him.
Then you realized you left your make up become part of you. Loki pushed you to him hard, making the loudest noises when your bodies collied, and he moaned loudly. All that while you wondered why couldn't you love yourself like he loved you. You looked at your face in that mirror and tried to clean the remaining lipstick off your lips, but it only got messier. So you let go. You focused on Loki's kisses, his hands squeezing you, the way he felt inside you... You felt nothing but him, no shame and no sadness, until you couldn't see your reflexion anymore, because your eyes rolled back and you came.
You didn't come back to reality until he spilled himself inside you. Neither of you had forces to separate from each other. He held you against him body and you opened your eyes, meeting your worst enemy again: your image.
As long as you remembered, it was your worst enemy. But at that moment... it was different. You felt so powerful after you opened your eyes. You laid your head on his shoulder and just couldn't stop looking... Nothing changed about you, actually, you should think it got worse, since your face was now all red and exhausted. But that didn't cross your mind. The contrast between your skin and Loki's naked back and black hair was breathtaking.
Maybe the way you had been trying to get pretty was wrong. In the end, all you needed was allow yourself to be free. Nothing looked better than you than the peace and happiness Loki brought.
"Thank you, Loki." You said, with tears in your eyes.
"What for?" He smiled and kissed your shoulder.
"For making me beautiful." You laughed and held him tightly.
"Y/N, you were born beautiful. I'm just here to remind you." He shrugged. "And I don't mind doing this whenever you forget."
I love your writing so much! Anyway, I’d like a smutty Loki piece cause I love him too much. A fact about me is that I split my lip in a stupid childhood accident that required stitches in my lip and it left a scar that goes a bit under my bottom lip and I’m kinda self conscious about it and think it’s ugly. Oh and congrats on the 1k!!!
Hello!!! I'm so happy you joined the game! There's only one thing... This is another episode of the series "Maria got too excited over this request and wrote something too big..."
But that's not a problem, there is a long smut/fluff ready for you that will be posted on sunday! (If everything goes right...)
Thank you for joining and sorry that it took so long! ❤
Just saw your post saying that it's birthday and I really that I'm not too late but happy birthday !!! I hope you had an amazing day and I wish you all the good in the world !💖💕
Awwww don't worry, honey! Thank you so much for this message, it's so sweet and it made me smile! Hope you have an even better day! ❤
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