#stepfather tom hiddleston

[mischievoushiddleston]

Feeling Better

Warning: Stepfather x Stepdaughter, Smut

Tom walked through the front door and threw his keys on the dresser. He sighed with relief, as he was finally back from America after a long movie shoot. It was surprisingly quiet in the house and he frowned, but suddenly saw a sweater lying on the stairs. He lifted it up and realized it was from his wife. Looking up the stairs, he saw more clothes on the steps, including a man's, but he knew they were not his. Tom clenched his hand into a fist; his jaw was tense. Just as he was at the top of the stairs, he could hear moaning coming from his bedroom, and he went there. Without caring, he pushed open the door and saw his wife being fucked from behind by some guy. She finally opened her eyes and looked at him in surprise as she pushed off the guy and covered herself with a blanket.

"T-Tom, what are you doing here? You weren't supposed to come back until tomorrow-" she said, but was interrupted by Tom.

"What am I doing here you ask?! You're letting some guy fuck you!" he yelled. She got up from the bed and walked towards him, but he stopped her when he raised his hand.

"Please Tom...I'm sorry, but I've been so lonely because you're always gone-" she tried to explain herself.

"Get out of my house," he said softly.

"Please, Tom-," she begged.

"Get out of my house! Now!" he yelled and threw the sweater next to her. Y/M/N winced and quickly started to get dressed, as did the guy. Tom left the bedroom and a few minutes later she came downstairs with a suitcase.

"Tom-" she said, but he stopped her by pushing her out the door and knocking her suitcase hard onto the patio so that it fell over before closing the door in her face. Tom sat down on the step and put his head in his hands. He didn't know how long he sat there, but finally the door opened again.

"Get out of here, you-" he broke off when he saw Y/N, his stepdaughter, standing there.

"Dad, what's wrong?" she asked, confused, as she came to him. Tom married her mother two years ago. She squatted down in front of him and put her hands on his forearms. Tom looked at her and put his hand on her cheek.

"You are really beautiful," he said, smiling slightly.

Y/N furrowed her brow. "Are you drunk?" she asked. He had always been affectionate with her, but never like this, no matter how many times she had wished he was.

"No I'm not," Tom said, alternately looking from her lips to her eyes and running his thumb over her lower lip. She shook her head and stood up.

"If you don't want to talk, then fine," she said, walking toward the kitchen and the refrigerator, but was suddenly pressed against it.

"I want to do so much more than talk to you," he said softly against her ear as he ran his hands over her body. "Do you have any idea how crazy you always drive me?" She whimpered softly as she felt his erection pressing against her.

"T-Tom, what are you doing?" she asked as he began to kiss her neck.

"I want you," he said softly against her ear.

"But what about Mom?" she asked, closing her eyes as he let his hand wander under her shirt.

"She's history," he said simply, turning her to face him before kissing her passionately. She put her hand on the back of his neck and kissed him back with the same passion. Tom wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her up by her waist before setting her down on the countertop. His hands ran over her thighs before he reached for the thumb of her shirt and pulled it over her head. He placed his hand on the middle of her back as he began kissing down her neck to her breasts. Tom let his hand travel up to the clasp of her bra and undid it before pulling it off her body. With his hands, he reached out and gently massaged her breasts before taking one of her nipples into his mouth and beginning to suck on it.

"Oh god," she moaned, holding onto his shoulders. Y/N grabbed his hair and pulled him up to kiss him. She let her hands roam over his chest and began to unbutton his shirt before hastily lifting it off his shoulders already. She bit her lower lip as she caressed his muscular one. He reached for her again and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist and carried her into the living room before gently laying her down on the couch. Tom sat down between her legs and on his knees as he unzipped her pants and pulled them and her panties down. He bent down to her and put her legs on his shoulders as he leaned down to her pussy and slowly began to lick her. Y/N grabbed his hair and moaned as he did so.

"Daddy...Oh God!" she said, throwing her head back as he thrust two fingers inside her and began sucking on her clit. With his free hand, he held her by her waist to keep her from wiggling so much. She pulled harder on his hair and let him hum against her pussy, that broke her to arch her back. Her climax began to build quickly, but then Tom stopped suddenly and pulled his fingers out of her.

"Daddy, please..." she whimpered, watching him sit up and open his pants to pull out his hard cock before lying down on top of her. Tom took her thighs and wrapped them around his waist before reaching for his cock and guiding it to her entrance, teasing her with the tip. "Please..."

He thrust into her in one quick thrust and she moaned loudly. For a moment he paused before Tom began to pull his cock almost completely out of her and quickly thrust it back deep inside her. He began fucking her quickly; there was nothing slow about it, just pure passion, but Y/N wouldn't have it any other way. She clawed at his back as he kept trying to thrust as deep as he could into her. He bit down on her shoulder and sucked on her skin and she had no doubt that she would have marks from him after that. His hand moved down to her clit and began to rub it rapidly. The orgasm she had been denied earlier was building up inside her again.

"Oh God...Daddy! Please!" she said with a moan and closed her eyes. Tom could feel her begin to tighten around her and knew she was about to cum. He rubbed her clit a little harder. "I need to cum, Daddy."

"Cum for me!" he cried, "Come around your daddy's cock like a good girl!"

She came as if on cue, moaning loudly. Tom fucked her through her orgasm until he thrust deep inside her one last time, filling her with his hot cum. He breathed heavily and leaned his head into the crook of her neck. Finally he slid out of her and rolled next to her as he ran a hand over his face before pulling her against him.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" she asked softly; Tom kissed her forehead.

"I will later," he said softly.

[smolvenger]

Hi guys- life has been stressful and anxiety inducing so to distract myself...I am opening requests for the week of 9/10-9/17!!!!!

Be aware requests take time for me and I will likely be slow and I might get distracted, so you can always remind me. Think of it like cooking in the oven- it will take more time but be extra yummy. But you can ask for headcanons, drabbles, or smaller one-shots.

I will write for x reader with a lot of characters I've written for in the past, including...

Tom Hiddlestons' characters including...

Loki Laufeyson

Prince Hal/Henry V (The Hollow Crown: Henry IV and V)

Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)

Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Dr. Robert Laing (High-Rise)

Cpn. James Nicholls (War Horse)

William Buxton (Return to Cranford)

Caius Martius Coriolanus (Coriolanus)

James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)

Jaguar Villain! Tom

I'll include Prof! Hiddleston as a character, bc why not.

I can also try writing Bucky (like I did in the past) or Steve Rogers!

I do accept Smut requests, just assure me you are over 18. If you are ever unsure about something, don't be afraid to ask.

Some things I will not write:

I will not write the cheating trope if they cheat on each other or with each other. Just, no. I have literal panic attacks over media with cheating in it.

I will not write non-con. Dub-con I can still do, but non-con, no way.

I will not write three ways or multiple partners. I don't know how to do it write and I don't find it as compelling or sexy as others do.

I will not write anything regarding Stepfather! Character x Reader. Please nothing like that.

I hate The Essex Serpent and find it triggering so please do not ask me to write Will Ransome x Reader unless it's a fic where he gets beaten up for cheating on Stella and my poor little meow meow Stella lives happily ever after, I know plenty of other people here who would be perfectly happy to write for him and who take requests, you can always ask me.

No incest requests, please.

Other than that, for this week, go wild! I will close requests 9/17 11:59 pm EST!

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[lokiskitten]

Tom Hiddleston | wet dream

stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

author’s note : Anonymous requests are now available on my profile!

plot : stepdad!Tom sees you asleep in his bed and decided to toy around with your sleeping body.

warnings : smut, stepdad trope, daddy kink, age gap, sleeping!reader, somnophilia, innocence kink, masturbation and release.

When coming home from work, the only thing that Tom was always looking forward to was to be able to rest and relax within the comfort of the apartment he shared with your mother. However, today held a special detail in the household’s planning : your mom was out with friends, and you would therefore be left by yourself with her boyfriend. Unfortunately, what none of you could plan was that Tom would be unexpectedly coming home late from work.

Around 10 pm, the grown man finally made an appearance within the entrance of the apartment, dropping his keys in the pot which rested in the entry’s furniture. He removed his jacket and dropped his bag on a chair- his next reflex being to immediately go check up on you. Tom made his way upstairs, calling after you by speaking your name repetitively without ever earning an answer. It didn’t make him worried one bit, as he assumed you were probably listening to music or being distracted. But when he opened the door of your room to stumble into nothing, he couldn’t help but grow anxious.

Turning back around, the male began to roam around the different rooms of the apparement, searching for you as he wanted to make sure you were okay. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he finally bumped into your sleeping self- your arms wrapped around his pillow. After waiting for him to come home without ever being satisfied, you had crawled your way into their bed in order to find something to hang onto and which reminded you of your stepfather. Even as a grown teenager, you had managed to become peculiarly attached to your mother’s boyfriend with time and interactions. He had easily become your safe adult. And you knew he liked you a lot too.

A smile drew on Tom’s face as he sat down on the edge of the bed, palm pressed against the mattress as his blue eyes scanned your lazy features. You had fallen asleep in quite a peculiar position : arms wrapped around his pillow- which allowed you to squish your face against his scent- as one of your legs had been dragged up to your chest. For a short minute, the grown man led a fight within his own mind in order to determinate whether he should be waking you up or not- and that mostly in aim to move you back to your own bed. But after second thoughts, and as your mother wouldn’t be sleeping home tonight, he didn’t mind sharing his bed with you.

However, his eyes were soon to unwillingly wander to forbidden places. Due to the position you held, one of your pussy lips had slipped out of your panties, unawarely revealing half of your virgin cunt to your flustered stepdad. He swallowed his saliva before looking around himself- as if someone was lurking in the shadows and waiting for the man to give a single extra look to jump on him and put him down. Though, this anxiety didn’t hold the adult male back from peaking towards your appetizing crotch again. A part of him felt guilty for carrying such thoughts for his girlfriend’s daughter, but the other half couldn’t help but feel attracted to your younger and naturally innocent self.

Without any sort of held back, Tom’s fingers began to wander towards your cunt, the tip of his digits finally making contact with your warm and soft pussy lip- the one which had slipped out of your panties. Your sleepy self barely shifted, a gentle hum escaping your lips which easily led Tom to pull his hand away out of fear that you’d wake up. Though, after waiting a couple of seconds without having to witness your eyelids open, his hand made its way back between your legs. This time, he allowed his digits to form a hook on the edge of your panties, pulling them to the side and reveling your squished sex.

His eyes glistened, looking down at your core as if it was the world’s eighth wonder. Tom couldn’t help but feel pushed to do more, to feel more and potentially taste more. Leaving your body to the side for now, his hands now began to take care of removing his own clothes- soon leaving lustful the man in nothing but his briefs. That is when he decided to attack your cunt again, this once taking the risk to delicately and slowly remove your panties whilst you slept peacefully. A couple of sleepy hums echoed through your closed mouth as you adjusted your position against the mattress, arms tightening around the pillow which you held religiously.

Tom was soon to place himself between your legs, index and middle fingers resting on each side of your natural wetness before spreading your pussy lips apart. It had been a while since he had witnessed such tightness- the way your hole still possessed a little visible opening leading to a place he desperately wished to burry all of his length within. Biting down on his bottom lip, the blue eyed man looked up at your head for a split second, making sure you remained asleep, before focusing all of his attention back on your cunt. However, the unexpected and great amount of touches had led your sleeping self to frown and flip around, finishing with you now laying on your back.

Obviously, your unofficial stepfather felt ravished to be face to such a delicious new position. He allowed himself to kneel between your legs, cock hardening at the thought of getting to pound your tight little pussy. Unfortunately, that would’ve been too much of a great risk to take. He would therefore stick to carefully watching and touching your pretty body. Eyes remaining on your cunt, the grown man took his slightly hardened cock out of his briefs, hand immediately beginning to gently pump his shaft in order to lead it to be standing straight. Lustful pants escaped his parted lips, abdominals contracting as he continued to jerk off to the sight of his half naked girlfriend’s daughter.

Eventually, his free hand moved down to your crotch again, the tip of his finger running along your slit and collecting a little bit of your love juice which you had secreted through your sleep whilst having your nose breathing in his scent. He then sprayed the thick liquid around his urethra, this motion sending shivers down his spine which resulted in Tom moaning shakily. You moaned too, catching the grown man by surprised who immediately began to pump his member a little bit faster. “Such a good girl..” he praised in a tensed whisper, head tilting back just so slightly though his eyes remained staring down at your body.

He could feel his climax approach as he pleasured himself to the thought of all of the things he wished to do to you- as the fact that you were resting half naked before him without him being able to touch you further drove the man absolutely crazy. And as his balls twitched to pump sperme out of his shaft, Tom instinctively directed his cock towards your cunt, the white liquid springing out and ruthlessly coating your pussy lips and clit. This unexpected and warm sensation- adding up to the previous disturbances- managed to wake you up and pull you out of your dreams, your dizzy self slowly opening your eyelids to rest your sight on a peculiarly enhanced Tom.

The man was still moaning, hand wrapped around his generous girth as he allowed all of his testicles’ content to flow down onto your lower abdomen and crotch. When you guys made eye contact, an awkward silence suddenly took over the bedroom. None of you both knew how to properly react. “Tom?... what are you doing?” You asked whilst looking down at your stomach, noticing the sperme which coated your cunt. You secretly enjoyed knowing that your stepfather had released to your sight, but it wasn’t something you were ready to admit any time soon.

Here’s a little something for my stepdad fics lovers! Quick and easy. Love you guys, don’t hesitate to leave feedback❤️

[elles-archives]

hi ! can i request something for chris evans x stan!reader (seb's sister) and romantic between r and chris, maybe r has been having a rough time lately, feeling anxious in general and just sad and overwhelmed and both chris and seb are worried about her and plan to do something to cheer her up, maybe a movie night with her comfort movies and r is just so grateful for having them both and she cries and there's hugs and just fluffy hurt/comfort 🤍 thank you so much in advance! have a great day/night wherever you are!

Chris Evans x Stan!Reader

(A/N: The song is Control by Zoe Wees. Song lyrics in pink. I absolutely loved this request. I got a bit carried away with it but I stuck to your main idea. I hope you enjoy it.)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Anxiety attack, Talks of misogyny in the music industry, Angst, Fluff, Romanian thanks to Google Translate.

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You, your brother and your boyfriend were all in Boston. With the three of you acting for a living, you weren’t often in the same place at the same time. Sebastian is your twin brother, you have been inseparable since birth. Your mother adored the bond the two of you shared. It was especially helpful when the three of you escaped communist Romania when you were eight. 

You moved to Vienna for four years before eventually moving to New York. This caused a lot of anxiety between the pair of you but it was like you were each other’s therapy. There were no secrets between the two of you and you could read each other like a book. Your stepfather was the headmaster at your’s and Sebastian’s school and soon enough the anxiety calmed down.

As you got older, you both expressed an interest in the arts, specifically acting. Your mother also taught you the piano from a young age and one day you hoped to release a few songs. Both of your careers were going great, granted you weren’t world famous but you both were happy with your jobs and made a decent living. Your mother was more than proud of the both of you and would go to see everything either of you were in, even if you were just an extra. 

For about nine years, there were roles here or there with Sebastian being in Gossip Girl and The Covenant; and you being in Mean Girls, eventually you were both cast in two major films.

Sebastian was cast as Bucky Barnes, in Captain America: The First Avenger. Originally, he auditioned for Steve Rogers, but was just as excited to get Bucky. At a similar time you auditioned for a role in the movie Thor. You too got cast and ended up with the role of Freyja, Thor and Loki’s sister and Goddess of War. 

The two films caused the pair of you to be apart for long periods of time. This was hard for the both of you. With the distance and keeping secrets from each other due to your contracts, you found yourselves arguing more often. That was until your mother got involved and with a sharp, trageți vă și fiți liniștiți. Mă doare capul.’ From your mother, soon caused the two of you to stop. (pull yourselves together, you are giving me a headache.)

When the movies came out, you both went to each other’s movies, you finally got to meet Chris Evans, who your brother had been going on about and a few other cast members. The same for when Thor came out, you especially introduced him to Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston. You also told Sebastian you would replace him with Tom, which promptly caused your mother to hit that back of your head. 

When you were contacted for The Avengers and Sebastian wasn’t, you could see how that affected him. Bucky had been killed off and even though Seb knew he would be filming again, he didn't know when.

When filming, you got closer to Chris Evans, you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him but he was dating Minka Kelly at the time so you never pursued anything. 

That and the last time you went out with one of Seb’s friends, it didn’t end very well. You dated his co-star Chace Crawford, and initially, Seb was excited for the pair of you. Everything was going great but fast, eventually after a nasty argument, the two of you called it quits. Despite you telling Sebastian that your break up didn't have to affect their friendship, for a few years the two of them barely spoke, Sebastian having an alliance with you. 

You knew that Seb would never want you and Chris to date so for a few years up until Avengers:Infinity War, nothing happened. You both casually dated and were really good friends, but everything remained platonic. That all came to a halt though when for a scene, Freyja had to kiss Steve Rogers. Both of you were professionals and to start with, neither of you were nervous. It wasn’t your first on screen kiss and it probably wouldn’t be your last. 

The two of you performed the scene and when it got to the kiss, neither of you could pull away. Cut had been yelled multiple times and both you and Chris hadn’t heard it. Eventually, when you both pulled away, laughter could be heard on set. Relationships were allowed on set between actors as long as they went through HR. 

The only person who wasn’t overly pleased was Sebastian, however, it didn't take him long to support you both when he saw how happy you made each other. 

During the pandemic a few years later, you and Chris had already moved in together. You both lived in Boston which was Chris’s hometown and only an hour flight away from your Mom and Sebastian. Whilst in lockdown, you and Chris ended up engaged. You both decided to wait until the pandemic was over to start planning the wedding. Especially after reading the horror stories online about how people had to keep canceling their weddings.

Everything was going perfectly for all you until it wasn’t

*

Everyone was coming out of lockdown and everything was starting to open up again. During the pandemic, you had facetimed with Sebastian everyday. Even though separation became easier as you grew older, there were still times when you needed your twin brother.

You went from being used to being inside with Chris and Dodger, to back to the real world. If anything, you forgot how persistent the paparazzi could be. You could feel the childhood anxiety rise up again. The feeling like you were always on the edge of a panic attack and that your legs would disappear from underneath you. 

You decided that you wanted to focus more on music then acting for a while and you had been writing down a few ideas that you had. Sebastian was staying with you and Chris for a while. Pam and Tommy had just been released and so had Fresh. Seb had just finished Fresh and you asked him to stay when Chris went to go film Ghosted.

It had been a long time since you had spent some time with your twin and Seb came to Boston about two weeks before Chris left as the two of them hadn’t seen each other in so long. 

“So what movie we watching?” Chris asked as he sat down next to me, throwing his arm behind me and Seb sat a little further away, the other side of me. The three of you decided on Ghostbusters. Halfway through the movie, you got a phone call from your manager, quietly excusing yourself you took the phone call.

“Hey Laura, what's up?” You answered.

“Hey Y/N, listen I talked to the producers and they don’t like a few of the records.”

“What?” You felt your heart drop.

“I think they are great but the producers think they are missing something. I know you and I know you will come up with something great. We can put these songs on the deluxe album.”

“Yeah. I guess I can write something else. Leave with me thanks Laura.”

“Bye Y/N.”

You hung up the phone and felt a sob rise in your throat. Trying to stay quiet as you felt a panic attack coming on you moved even further through the house. You ended up in your and Chris’ bedroom. You kept replaying the conversation in your head. All you could hear was that the producers didn’t like it.

Little did you know, as you were spiraling, Chris and Seb were wondering where you were. They couldn’t hear you talking on the phone so they got up to look for you. They looked everywhere until they heard you whimpering in your bedroom.

Chris went straight in, Seb lingering slightly at the door until he saw your shaking figure on the bed. Both men rushed up to you and engulfed you in a hug. It broke both their hearts to see you in that state. 

“What happened Love?” Chris asked gently but you could barely breathe, let alone try to respond.

“Let me try.” Seb whispered over your head. “inspirați și expirați pentru mine Y/N. În și în afara.”Sebastian murmed to you in Romanian. (Breathe in and out for me Y/N, In and out.)

This helped you calm down quite a bit, hearing your twin brother speak to you in your first language. Chris was looking at the two of you in confusion. He knew a little Romanian but not alot.

Eventually you felt calm enough to talk. “The producers didn’t like my music. They think it is missing something.” You managed to tell them.

“Oh, Y/N/N.” Chris sighed. He felt your pain at that moment. He had seen how hard you had worked to write those songs and how nervous you were to go out in public just to get to the studio to record. He also saw how you were treated differently because you were a woman. Having anxiety himself, he knows how much criticism can knock someone’s confidence.

Seb on the other hand looked fuming. All throughout your careers, he had seen you be paid less, not listened to creatively and been undermined publicly, compared to him. He could feel physical pain watching you yet again be treated unfairly. He had heard your songs and he knew they were great, he just didn’t know why the label couldn’t agree.

“So you know what we’re gonna do?” Seb asked you. You shook your head. “We’re gonna finish Ghostbusters, then you are gonna write an incredible song and prove to them that you can write a great record. Keep a hold of your songs they didn’t like and once your contract runs out with them, me and Chris are gonna help you set up your own label. You decide what gets released.” Seb told you. You latched onto your brother and fiancé feeling really lucky in that moment.

*

*Four Months Later*

You walked out onto the stage as Jimmy Fallon called out your name.

“Y/N, it’s great to see you! Thanks for coming.” Jimmy greeted you.

“Thank you for having me Jimmy.”

“So, Y/N, you have had a jam packed lockdown. Getting engaged and writing an album!” You heard the audience cheer when Jimmy mentioned your engagement.

“Yeah, it’s definitely been busy.”

“So, you were quarantined with your fiancé Chris Evans and you announced your engagement. How's the wedding planning?”

“It’s going alright. We have more stuff planned now then during lockdown as we wanted to make sure that nothing would be canceled.”

“That’s a good idea, well congratulations.” Jimmy cheered. “So you have a new song out called ‘Control’, what's the story behind that?”

“Well, I have struggled with anxiety since I was a kid. Back then it wasn’t really noticed and with the help of my brother it was under control, however, during the lockdown it started to get worse again.” You took a deep breath. “When restrictions were lifted and Seb had a break for a month or two, Chris was going away filming so I invited him to Massachusetts. Just before Chris left, I had a big anxiety attack. The way both Sebastian and Chris supported me, inspired me to write ‘Control.’” You explained. 

“That’s amazing that they inspired you.” Jimmy praised. He then cut it to a break and you got ready to perform. WHen they came back, Jimmy introduced you again.

“So now performing her new song ‘Control’, It’s Y/N Stan.” You took a breath before starting to play the piano.

Early in the morning I still get a little bit nervous

Fightin' my anxiety constantly, I try to control it

Even when I know it's been forever I can still feel the spin

Hurts when I remember and I never wanna feel it again

Don't know if you get it 'cause I can't express how thankful I am

That you were always with me when it hurts, I know that you'd understand

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

Sometimes I still think it's coming but I know it's not

Tryin' to breathe in and then out but the air gets caught

'Cause even though I'm older now and I know how to shake off the past

I wouldn't have made it if I didn't have you holding my hand

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

I need you to know, I would never be this strong without you

You've seen how I've grown, you took all my doubts, 'cause you were home

I don't wanna lose control

There's nothing I can do anymore

I don't wanna lose control, oh-oh-oh-oh

Nothing I can do anymore (anymore), anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

When you finished you took a deep breath as the live audience applauded you. When Jimmy ended the show, Chris and Sebastian came from the front row and made their way over.

“I’m so proud of you.” Sebastian praised. You couldn’t help the smile that took over. “Mulțumesc Sebastian.”

Seb walked away, leaving you with Chris. “That was amazing Sweetheart.” 

“Thank you Baby.” Chris leant down to kiss you and you felt the fireworks you felt the first time he kissed you. 

**

Chris Evans Taglist:

@mtb-chaoticmess

@oliviabelova

@ctlywoo

@hehehehannahthings

@bval-1

@tenaciousperfectionunknown

@cevansgurl

@princess-baby18

@ccmarvelxx

@slutforchrisjamalevans

@mechixx

@booklover2622

@1-800-captain-insano

Sebastian Stan Taglist:

@ctlywoo

@hehehehannahthings

@princess-baby18

@ccmarvelxx

[juliabohemian]

I just feel like these two would be buddies. I even wrote a story about it. 

[glxssylaufey]

disobedience [tom hiddleston]

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summary: stepdad!tom hiddleston x reader; both you and your stepdad awkwardly cross paths at a late night party, sparking a night to remember.

warnings: smut (18+), minors DNI, stepdad kink, age gap, slight voyeurism and degration, smoking marijuana, drinking

a/n: this is just gonna be a quick drabble, so i’m sorry it’s short :,) this is terribly written!! but this fic does include a reader with a stepdad kink so if that doesn’t float your boat then please don’t touch! 𖠳 (all characters are over 18!!)

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the one rule that your mother gave you that you seemed to remember before you left was to be home by ten

now this isn’t because you made sure to be home before the clock struck ten, not at all

the clock was actually leaking past midnight at this point

the only reason you could seem to remember this rule your mother gave is because of what followed after

“your father is working late tonight. i would hate for him to come home worried about where you are.”

now this seemed perfectly normal, right?

not under these circumstances

buried deep in the party, you sat with your distracted friends where you rolled yourself a joint

you felt your fingers freeze their movement, struck with shock

what your mother said rang over and over in your ears

“your father is working late tonight. i would hate for him to come home worried about where you are.” ???

your whole world seemed to move in slow motion as you and your stepfather Tom locked eyes from across the crowded room

your heart raced as you watched him, his piercing gaze refusing to leave the sight of you

it took you awhile to process the fact that there was also a nameless woman laying shamelessly over this lap

her legs hung lazily over his while he rubbed her legs slowly, his long finger massaging her sweetly

the woman placed open mouth kisses all over Tom’s neck, gaining a small gasp from him

yet his eyes remained on you

shit.

his eyes remained on you.

it wasn’t until then you realized you sat there in front of your stepfather, rolling a heavily packed joint

you knew you’d be in deep trouble for this one, after all the rules your mother had also given you about no drugs

well at least you remembered that rule eventually

you finally break the eye contact, cracking under the older man’s intimidating gaze

when you drop your eyes you discover that the mystery woman is palming Tom through his trousers, his painfully hard cock straining against the fabric

you swallow hard at the sight, squeezing your legs together to trap the sudden head that was escaping

why were you feeling this way?

it was wrong!

Tom’s gaze never left you, his ocean blue eyes blown dark with lust

taking a deep breath, you look back at your stepdad with shaky posture

his disapproving look was easily replaced with a cheeky smirk

he looked devilish with his taunting grin, his fingers still tracing over the woman’s skin as if to tease you impossibly further

you glared back, a rush of confidence surging through you

two can play that game, Tom.

you carelessly continued nearly rolling your half finished joint, eager to finally get your much needed relaxation

lining up the edges of the rolling paper, you glanced back up at Tom who’s eyes were still glued to you

poking your tongue out, you allowed the tip of it to gently glide across the paper

you locked eyes with the older man, teasingly licking edge of the paper

Tom’s face has fallen back to a scowl

he suddenly squeezed the woman’s thigh, causing her to playfully jump in a small fit of painfully annoying laughter

god, you hated him

but fuck, you really wanted him.

you pretended not to notice as you looked away to grab your lighter

igniting the end of the joint, you took a long drag before blowing a large puff of smoke into the room

you were satisfied completely with his reaction

Tom suddenly rose from his seat, scooping up the woman who was clearly upset about being interrupted so abruptly

after setting her onto the floor, he quickly straightened himself out before cocking his head towards the bathrooms, giving you a clear signal

oh boy.

you told your friends you were making a quick trip to the bathroom before hastily making your way over to search for your stepdad

just before you were about to start thinking he left, Tom suddenly yanked you into a close bedroom

he quickly locked the door behind him, sufficiently locking you in

you suddenly felt small, Tom taking long strides to you

“y/n.” he spoke sternly. “look at me.”

obeying, you bring your eyes to look up at him

your facade of confidence seemed to hiccup under his judgment, making you panic

“you cheated on my mother.” you said shakily

“what do you care?” Tom spat back “you have no respect for her anyways, breaking all her rules.”

you wince at his words slightly, making the tall man smirk

he loved the control he had, like he had full authority over you

“i knew you would, anyways.” he growled with a sinful smile, making you shiver

“i knew from the moment i met you, your innocent little girl act was complete bullshit. i was right about you all along, darling.”

“out at parties, way past your curfew, getting high and god knows what else! you really are a bad girl, y/n.”

Tom’s words sent chills down your spine and sparks through your core

“no, i’m not!” you argued, backing away from him

Tom mocked confusion as he walked until your back hit the wall

“oh, no? you’re not, huh? then what exactly were you planning on doing tonight, little girl? get high off your ditzy little head, then what?”

you froze, fumbling in your head for an answer

tom scoffed pridefully when you remained silent

“no answer, y/n?” he coos condescendingly

“were you planning on finding some puny college boy to try and fuck you?” he whispered in your ear, making you shake

“n-no!” you swore

“don’t lie to me. i bet if i touched you right now then you’d be dripping, you whore.” he groaned before nipping your earlobe

you bite back a moan, arching your back slightly

“go ahead, little girl. you wanna act like a grown woman? show me how grown you are, baby girl.”

[ignisgalaxia]

Okay guys I really need some help.

Apparently one of my best friends has gotten into witchcraft and... needless to say I’m extremely conflicted about this.

She told me that real witchcraft is not at all like what media portrays. It’s not all black magic and satanism?

In her words, “I’m an herb witch meaning I do spells with herbs. I’m kinda like an earth witch. And each witch goes buy a set of rules. They’re more like goals than rules. And yes there is black magic but not all witches do it we actually shun witches that do. And I have a journal of notes I’ve been taking about this, like if I see a symbol I don’t know I write it down and research. I don’t just do the spell here and there. It’s learning about the earth around you. It’s about healing and helping nature and others. I do it to heal me and others.”

She also assured me that she doesn’t worship satan and still believes in God and Jesus, but I’m still very confused. I don’t understand how she can do this and still be Christian. Doesn’t that go against what Christianity teaches? Am I just an ignorant goodie goodie overreacting?

I know this isn’t like my normal posts but I really need someone to talk to about this. I can’t go to my parents because they almost certainly would tell me to break up our friendship and I don’t want to. And my other friends are being really chill about it, too chill that I feel I can’t bring up my concerns.

I know I should probably just research it but I don’t think I can just trust whatever the internet says about this. IMO hearing a real person’s opinion and knowledge is more trustworthy than some article from google.

Can anyone confirm if what she says is true? I don’t know when this started but I do know that her mother and stepfather are the crazy religious Christian type. Apparently they recently told her she’s going to hell and she sort of had a breakdown. And ever since then she’s been “seeing” Norse god Loki? (Btw she also loves Marvel Loki and Tom Hiddleston). And she’s made an alter for him in order to communicate with him???

I’m really worried about her. If she’s getting involved in something that’s going to hurt her then I need to know. I admit that I’m also struggling with my religion but I feel like this goes against what I do believe in. I just... I don’t know what to think. If anyone could reach out to me and give their two sense I would really appreciate it.

Please... I don’t know what to do.

[kneamet]

Angel of cards (12/16)

Trigger Warning: no.

Summary: Joker, Mr. J, anarchist psychopath, Tom Hiddleston. He had many nicknames. Joker was Gotham’s most dangerous and insightful man, with sharp makeup and horribly memorable scars on his face in the form of a smile. He was absolutely crazy and deadly. No one knows his real identity and everyone is afraid of his cruel jokes. But what happens when he becomes obsessed with an ordinary girl?

She belongs to him. No one can take her away from him. Even The Batman.

Chapter twelve: point of no return

"So Harvey Dent didn't make it home," the Gotham Police Commissioner said in a calm, but slightly anxious, and broken voice.

Gordon's brow furrowed and he only drew it closer to the bridge of his nose, clasping his hands together. The Joker, who was now in the room with the lights off and James, only smiled slightly.

Did this wonderful commissar have any negative feelings for him? It's really wonderful, really. The Joker, just the Joker, always found Gordon a very nice and interesting person. In the Komi Republic, to be more precise, the only person in whom that very piece of light remained in a dark and unenlightened city.

Even Batman himself, this personification of "kindness and honor" was more likely... just a toy that, although it wanted to protect Gotham from crime, but which will definitely cross the very point of no return and madness... He just needs to be pushed to do it.

"Of course not," the Joker said, smiling. Damn, he thought, starting to brush his scars more. The handcuffs, which rubbed the skin and made it difficult to touch the scars, were extremely difficult. And why are they so big?

"What did you do to him?" in a steely voice, without ceasing to be serious, the man asked, to which the Joker raised his eyebrows and made an actor's surprised face, slightly opening his mouth.

Although he couldn't hide the fact that Gordon liked him too much. He looked a lot like the Joker's father. Not at his stepfather, not at his beloved mother's boyfriends, but at his own father, who always helped him until he died.

The Joker didn't really remember the cause of his father's death. Either because of the accident, or he was killed in an alley, or he committed suicide himself. He didn't remember. I was too small then. Nor did his mother help him to console himself afterward.

"I? I was here," the Joker clearly said, gesturing at Gordon, who was concentrating, unlike the man himself, on absorbing all the information that was being conveyed to him. "Who did you leave him with? With your people?" The Joker smacked his lips, starting to scratch his hands and trying to make it not visible. Unfortunately, his gloves were taken away. What an injustice, isn't it?

"If they're still your people, of course, not Moroni," the damn Italian guy, who's playing the hell out of himself. The same to me, a criminal authority, that even during the day is afraid to attack.

The Joker smiled at Gordon, who took a deep breath. That's right, contempt. Yes, and a misunderstanding. Didn't they understand that he wanted to make the world a better place? And that was the difference between him and Batman.

"It doesn't bother you, Commissioner... realizing how lonely you really are? " loneliness... what do these people know about real loneliness and misunderstanding? That's right, nothing. Although, when you get lost and all your loved ones abandon you, you realize that it's time for the exodus. "Do you feel responsible for Harvey Dent's current situation?" it was a quick throw-in. He didn't care about Harvey Dent, though. Yes, he was also interesting, but if you compare all his advantages with those of Gordon, you can immediately understand who has more of that light in the dark.

"Where is he?" it was obvious that Gordon was trying to restrain himself and not yell at the criminal present, with whom he had to babysit and interrogate. It's just a pity that James didn't know that this most ruthless criminal had saved him.

"What time is it?" he asked quickly, trying to distract attention.

"What's the difference?" asked Gordon, seemingly oblivious to the Joker's random throw-ins.

"Depending on the time, he may be in one place or several," he said, prioritizing and moving his cuffed hands as if to indicate something.

"Since we decided to play games... I'll get a cup of coffee," Gordon jerked his chair around, which was a little jarring, and headed for the lighted door, tugging on the handle.

"The game' good cop, bad cop', guess what? " the criminal smiled and straightened his green hair with shaking hands.

"Not really," Jim smiled for the first time. A pleasant smile, Joker noted, just like his father's.

***

"Daddy, daddy, look, I'm a pirate!" exclaimed the little curly-haired boy, drawing from his bosom a small sword as tall as he was, and pointing at his father with it. The boy towered over his father, standing on the couch.

The man just smiled sweetly. He considered his son the most important thing in his life. A ray of sunshine, not a child. A kid who deserves better.

The man's smile faded for a second. His mind began to recognize the unpleasant thoughts and he looked away, looking at his hand, which had only a couple of badges left on it. One week or seven days left. Not much to catch up on.

"You will be my navigator," the boy said proudly, sheathing his sword in an imaginary scabbard. The man smiled and knelt ostentatiously, raising his hands in the air as if in surrender.

"But who are you, my dear boy Tom?" asked his father, with a mocking smile. Tom smiled fondly and drew his sword again, pointing upward.

"I'm your captain, and if you don't listen to me, I'll kill you!" the boy exclaimed loudly, raising his eyebrows and opening his eyes wider with excitement. He poked his father with his sword, and the latter, like an actor, fell from his knees, falling down as if struck by a toy sword.

"Dad, are you okay?" Tom threw the sword aside and ran to his father, sitting on his knees and leaning forward to face him. The man lay motionless until he suddenly opened his eyes abruptly and raised his hands to his son's sides, whose gaze changed from alarmed to smiling-frightened.

"Gotcha, little imp," the father whispered softly, beginning to tickle his son. There was a loud laugh from little Tom that couldn't be stopped.

***

"Where are Dent and Blake?" a loud bass voice asked, as if driven through an auto-tune. The Joker looked up. That's right, Batman, how could he forget that he was here.

Oh, how harsh he is now. It's like something out of a superhero movie that Tom loved so much when he was a kid.

Wait, did he say his angel's name? His favorite angel? How dare he, no one can say her name, only himself. And this guy in tights. More precisely, it wasn't a leotard, but it wasn't important at all.

But now he needs to be distracted from that. Is he interested in listening to talk about his angel? No, the Joker would definitely talk to Batman about his angel and maybe...

No, Tom! Don't even think about the Joker's favorite angel! It belongs to him, not to you! The Joker shook his head and licked his lips, scratching his head at the same time. That idiot Tom, you don't come here at the right time. Don't stop the adults from talking.

"That's right, don't stop the adults from talking," the Joker muttered as much as possible. It's a good thing that Bruce Wayne, who is hiding under the mask of Batman, does not have such a developed hearing. It's really nice. "These mafia idiots want to take you out... to bring back the past, " he said, blinking rapidly and repeatedly, licking his lips again, and lowering his head, but not taking his eyes off it. "But I know the truth. The situation is not reversible. You changed everything. Forever, " he shook his head and pointed at the man who had slightly opened his mouth with his hand.

"Why do you want to kill me?" what a languid voice, the Joker noted. Is Batman trying to pick him up? Maybe remind him that he has his favorite angel?

"I don't want to kill you," the Joker said, shaking with laughter. His laughter was too crazy, too selfish, too much... "What will I do without you? Robbing the mafia again? " Suddenly, his sudden laughter came to an end. He adjusted his suspenders with his right hand and shook his head. "No, no. No. No you... you complete me, " as if explaining something to a small child, the Joker said, gesturing with his hands again. Wait, did they take the handcuffs off him? He looked down. Really, how nice

"You're a creature who kills for money," Batman said sternly. The Joker saw his lips tighten. Another person expressing contempt for him? What kind of bad luck is this, the Joker asked theatrically in his head.

"Don't talk like everyone else. You're not like that, even though you want to be, " the criminal advised, as if saying something obvious. Well, it might have been obvious to him, but it wasn't obvious to Batman. Although, maybe the Joker was accepting his mental abilities? "To them, you're just crazy... like me. They need you now... and you'll get bored... they'll throw you out like a leper. Their principles, their code... these are just words that are forgotten at the first danger, " the Joker said, watching as Batman's face, or rather only his lower part, twisted his lips more and more.

Oh, dear, dear Bruce Wayne, why are you so angry?

"They are what the world allows them to be. I'll prove it. When things are bad, these... civilized people... they'll eat each other. I'm not a monster. I can see right through them, " obviously, right? Joker thought, but he hardly expected to be taken by the shirt now. Batman, clearly already angry, leaned him against the wall.

"Where are Dent and Blake?" the man spoke through his teeth. The Joker's mouth dropped open. His jaw was shaking.

"You have rules. Do you think you'll be spared? " he asked, holding onto Batman's strong arms. Hell, really strong. What a strong man he is.

"I have one rule," Bruce said, Oh, sorry, Batman, only pushing the Joker harder against the brick wall.

"That's what you'll have to break to find out the truth."

"Which one?" asked Batman, loosening his grip slightly, as if interested. The Joker could feel his scowl.

"The only reasonable way to live in this world is to live without rules. And today you will break your only rule," lowering the Joker to the floor, Batman only put his foot on his body, pinning him down. Oh, the Joker sighed slightly. No, he rarely felt pain, but now it really hurt. It's unpleasant when you squeeze your stomach with a foot made of some kind of plastic. He laughed hysterically, trying to hide the pain he felt from the world. "There are five minutes left, so you'll have to play my game... If you want to save one of them”, just give him a little push, the Joker thought to herself, and he'll be broken.

"'Them'?" there was so much hopelessness in his voice. It seems that this little rich boy has begun to understand something.

"For a moment, I thought you were right, Dent. When he rushed after her," Batman grabbed the Joker's suit again and pushed him painfully onto the table, quickly closing the door with a chair that only hindered them. Let us at least perform some useful function.

"Look, a. Does Harvey know about you and his baby? Are you in love with my angel after all?" Joker asked casually. Rachel, unlike Dent, had never interested him. An ordinary, boring person who reminded him too much of his mother. Her name was Rachel, wasn't it?

"Where are they?!" the man roared, grabbing the Joker again, but this time throwing him to the floor. At this, the criminal only laughed. How funny it is. Same to him, hero.

"Killing is also a choice," the Joker tries to deny, raising his hand and leaning one on the floor.

"Where are they?!"

"Choose," the man delivered the ultimatum, biting his lips lightly and licking them again, hoping that everything was fine with the makeup. Most likely, it is unlikely to wash off. "Your friend, the district attorney, or his beautiful fiancee. Or maybe you want to bring my angel back to you? You have nothing to threaten me with. All your power is useless, " he was acting psychologically on him. He encouraged me to make this choice in every possible way. On this difficult and disturbing choice. A choice that can affect a large number of people.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you where they are. Both. That's the whole point. You'll have to choose," Batman opened his mouth, looking into the eyes of the possessed man.

This is the point of no return. That moment was the tipping point. He will let the darkness into his heart. The hero who, without blinking once at eye contact with the abyss, looked at it directly, looked away for the first time.

[mischievoushiddleston]

Movie Night

Words: 1.2 K

Warnings: Smut, Stepfather x Stepdaughter

"I'll see you next week, Y/N. And please try not to get on Tom's nerves. Lord knows you can be pretty annoying sometimes!" Y/N rolled her eyes as her mother called up the stairs. She was going out of town for a week on a business trip. Tom was her stepfather, she could still remember the exact day her mother introduced him to her a year ago. He was sexy, successful and probably the wet dream of just about every woman. Tom was a few years older than her mother. When he smiled at her that day, she couldn't get him out of her mind. But Y/N would never go so far as to even make a move, not even when she accidentally caught him a few days ago. She was in the living room watching a video on YouTube when she heard a noise from upstairs. She took out her headphones. Confused, she quietly walked up the stairs and quietly pushed open the door to Tom's room. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning. He was lying naked on the bed, pumping his cock in his hand, moaning. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock as he pumped it. Y/N felt her hand go to her shirt and knead her breast. Her other hand went down her body into her leggings and under her panties. She touched her wet pussy and bit her lip again. She looked closely and let out a soft gasp. On his laptop screen she could see a girl being fucked senseless by a man and she moaned "Stepdad." She quickly went to her room and fingered herself to orgasm with the thought of her stepfather. Shortly after saying goodbye to her mother, the front door closed and Y/N left her room and walked down the stairs to the living room. "What's for dinner, Daddy?" She asked him. He looked at her startled because Y/N had never called him that before. His eyes wandered over from the TV to Y/N.

"How about pizza?" "Sounds good." She walked over to the sofa and sat down next to him. "Want to watch a movie before we order pizza?" Tom asked and she hummed in agreement. "Any preference on the movie?" "No, not really." She shrugged. He turned on the movie and pulled her into his arm that she was almost sitting on his lap. Her breath caught as she felt his cock slowly harden, rocking hard against my pussy. His hand settled on her waist and Y/N bit her lip as his hand moved higher just below her breast. They both sit still for a few minutes watching the movie as a sex scene begins. She begins to wiggle in his lap and moaned softly at the erotic scene in the movie. Tom pulled her closer and began grinding his hard erection against her butt. "Did you think I didn't notice how you let your hand wander into your pants when you saw me masturbating?" He stops grinding against her and she lets out a whimper. He slowly caresses her body and his hand drifts down to her hair. He grabs her hair and whispers in her ear. "Do you want your daddy to fuck you?" She moaned at the dirty words. "Yes Daddy, I want your cock inside me." He grinned and spun her around on his lap. "You're a naughty little girl, aren't you?" "Your naughty girl daddy." He slides down her pants and into her panties. "Your pussy is so wet. You want to get fucked by your daddy, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy." moaned Y/N. "Good girl." He whispered, sliding his fingers over her pussy. Tom held his fingers in front of her face, and she licked them hungrily. Without a word, he suddenly slides his fingers back into her panties and pussy and she moans loudly. He starts to thrust. She felt her orgasm building and he started rubbing her clit. "Oh yes Daddy, please, please, please give me more." He grinned and added another finger. She moaned loudly. "Daddy, please, make me come, please Daddy." But just as she reached her climax, he pulled his fingers away. He pushed her down on the couch and slowly went lower and lower, then pulled her shirt off her body. He ripped off her bra and gently kissed her breasts. He continued to wander down her body and gently kiss her pussy. Suddenly he pushed his tongue into her pussy, licking it and sucking on her clit. She arched her back, gasping for air and shaking from the pleasure running through her body. She began to tremble. "Daddy, I'm going to cum!" Y/N cried out and he pulled his tongue away and quickly slaps her pussy playfully. She whimpered, desperate to come. "Not yet, little slut. I want you to fuck my cock first." She bit her lip and nodded. He teased her sensitive pussy with his cock and moaned, "You're so wet little slut." Y/N stared deep into his lust-filled eyes. "Daddy, please fuck me. I'm such a little slut, I need to be punished. I want you to fuck me whenever you want. I'll always be your little whore, Daddy." Tom moaned loudly. "Good girl." He pulled her head up and kissed her. He slowly started pushing his cock into her, and Y/N moaned loudly, playing with her clit. He thrust hard and his cock filled her pussy completely. She screamed with pleasure and Tom grinned. He started thrusting slowly and then harder and harder. "Oh God...Daddy." She moaned. "I love fucking your tight, wet pussy." He moaned. Tom wrapped his hand around her throat and thrust roughly and relentlessly into her pussy. "I hope you like your punishment, because Daddy is going to punish you a lot for seducing him." She gasped and he tightened his grip. She screamed again in delight, not caring if the neighbors heard her. "Oh god, yes daddy, please fuck me harder, I'm going to cum daddy." "Such a good little slut, you love Daddy's cock, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy." He fucked her harder and harder and she arched hers. Tom moaned and pushed his cock into her pussy. "Come little whore, come on your daddy's cock." She shuddered and felt her orgasm building as he thrust his cock relentlessly into her. Y/N moaned and her orgasm flooded her body. But he didn't stop, Tom kept fucking her, pushing his cock into her sensitive pussy. Finally he pulled out of her and pushed her onto her knees and Tom quickly stroked his cock. His cum filled her mouth and she swallowed it. He picked Y/N up and walked up the stairs, "Let's get you cleaned up and then we'll order pizza, after all the week just started..." Tom smiled and she snuggled against his chest.

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[kevrocksicehouse]

Guillermo del Toro turns 56 today. A few of his grim fairy tales:

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006). The post Spanish Civil war era underlaid with a child’s fantasy quest, fully unleashed the imagination of an ex-catholic anti-authoritarian Mexican horror-film director. Ten-year-old Ofelia (Ivana Baquero) whose frail and pregnant mother marries a rebel-hunting Nationalist Colonel (Sergi Lopez) is enlisted in a series of tasks by a faun (Doug Jones). She alternates between the monsters of the underworld (a giant toad, a child-eating monster with eyes on its fingers) and her equally scary fascist stepfather. The director leaves it to us whether we are watching a real-life tragedy or a fantasy triumph.

Crimson Peak (2015). An old-fashioned ghost story in the tradition of Daphne du Maurier stars Mia Wasikowska as a gothic writer heiress whose marriage to a baronet (Tom Hiddleston) is disturbed by a series of ghostly encounters in the dream of a haunted castle to which he whisks her away. As in Pan’s Labyrinth, the gothic mysteries of the night are cover for the dangers of broad daylight, though del Toro is fascinated with both.

The Shape of Water. (2017). A fantasy rewrite of The Creature from the Black Lagoon in which Elisa (Sally Hawkins), a mute, disfigured janitor at a top-secret government lab falls in love with a captured fish-man hybrid and conspires to free him from the government  scientists experimenting/torturing him. It’s as much an exploration of how ‘50s monster movies exploited fear of the “other” threatening the dominant social fabric (represented by Michael Shannon, the G-man as sadist) as it is a (surprisingly erotic) love story. As Esposito and her friends Zelda (Octavia Spencer) who is black, and Giles (Richard Jenkins) a gay man, help the Creature (Doug Jones) escape, the film becomes a fable of ignored and marginalized people bringing something new into the world. In other words, the ultimate 60s movie came out in the Trump era.

[tomhiddlestonfanfic]

A Step Too Far? Chapter Two The New Secretary

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6 - Ch. 7 - Ch. 8 - Ch. 9

TITLE: A Step Too Far? NUMBER OF CHAPTERS/ONE SHOT: 2/? WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Stepfather Tom OTHER CHARACTERS: Benedict Cumberbatch, Andrew Scott PAIRING: Tom/OFC, Benedict Cumberbatch/OFC GENRE: Drama SUMMARY: A step too far; when you’ve gone beyond acceptable limits… Nina is a twenty year old girl with a problem; she’s painfully attracted to her stepfather (Tom Hiddleston). One day, she finds porn on his computer with girls looking a lot like herself, and she can’t help but wondering if he feels the same sexual attraction to her as she does to him. That same day, Tom has a very attractive colleague over for dinner (Benedict Cumberbatch). One thing leads to another and Nina finds herself becoming their new secretary. Will her flirtatious behaviour be kept in check or will she end up taking things a step too far? FEEDBACK: Please, give feedback! AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thank you for reading! Just let me know if you want to be on the taglist for this story.

CHAPTER TWO The New Secretary

Nina smiled as she was shown her desk at the office. She was actually going to work there, like a real grownup, rather than sitting at home trying to figure out what to do with her life. She was really excited about her new job and paid close attention to everything her precursor was telling her. She was determined to do well, to show Tom that he was wrong about her.

"Hello, Nina at Odinson Enterprise, how can I help you?" Nina answered her first phone call. She was instructed to answer in either swedish or english depending on which phone that rang. She had answered the swedish phone, but the woman on the other end was speaking english. 

"Hello, this is Sophie, Ben's wife. I would like you to leave him a message for me," the woman at the other end of the phone said. 

"Okay, Sophie, what's the message?" Nina asked, grabbing a pen and paper. 

"Could you tell him to pick up my parents at the airport at twenty past three, their flight number is seven hundred and six. Tell him it's important," Sophie requested. 

"Of course, Sophie. Was that all?" Nina wondered. 

"That's all," Sophie replied. 

"Have a good day," Nina said, a bit unsure how to finish the call. 

"Thanks. You too," Sophie replied politely. 

"Thank you. Bye," Nina said. 

"Bye." The phone hung up and Nina was almost shaking with excitement at how she had managed to finish the rather simple task of taking a message. Now she just had to present it to Benedict, or mister Cumberbatch as she was now required to address him when in the presence of others. 

"Andrea," Nina said excitedly. "I have a message for mister Cumberbatch, what do I do?" 

"You check the diary and try to find a good moment to deliver the message to him," Andrea said helpfully and showed her the diary.

"Seems like he's a busy man," Nina noted as she looked through the day's schedule. "Will he even have time to pick up Sophie's parents at the airport?" 

"Let me see," Andrea offered and looked at Nina's notes. She went ahead and opened Tom's diary. "Tom could take the meeting at three."

"Okay, good," Nina replied. "So when do we inform them?" 

"You can inform them now. Ask Tom first if he can take the meeting, and then inform Ben when you know for sure," Andrea instructed.

"Okay, thank you, Andrea," Nina said appreciatively and headed towards Tom's office. Andrea cleared her throat. 

"Don't forget to bring him his ten o clock coffee," she reminded her.

"Oh, thank you. Do I bring Ben coffee as well?" Nina asked insecurely. 

"He usually takes his coffee nearer to eleven on Mondays," Andrea replied. 

"Oh God, it seems like I have a lot to learn," Nina commented as she scribbled down the coffee times in her little notepad. 

"You're a quick learner, you'll do just fine," Andrea assured her. "By the end of the week, you'll be more than ready to take over for me." 

"Thank you, Andrea," Nina said appreciatively, beginning to feel as though she might have been overconfident with accepting the job on such short notice.

Nina grabbed the cup of coffee that Andrea had prepared for Tom and went to knock on his office door before opening it.

"Hi, Tom," Nina said with a smile as she walked inside his office, leaving the door half open behind her. 

"Hi, Nina. Thank you very much," Tom said courteously as she sat the cup of coffee down his desk. "How's your first day?" 

"Informative," she replied in swedish, unable to come up with the english word for it. 

"You could say enlightening or informative," Tom said helpfully. Nina smiled. They often did this; helped each other with finding the right words when speaking each others' languages. 

"It's been very enlightening, thank you for asking. How's your day?" Nina asked. 

"Busy as always," Tom told her with a slight sigh. 

"About that, we were wondering if you could take today's three o' clock meeting," she asked. 

"I'm sorry, but no. I can't, because then I won't be able to make it to your mother's ultrasound," Tom replied. 

"Is that today?" Nina asked excitedly. "Are you going to check if it's a boy or a girl?" 

"That's for your mother to decide," Tom told her with a smile. 

"I'll let Andrea know you can't make the meeting. See you around," Nina told him breezily and left his office, feeling excited about the baby. "Tom couldn't take the three o' clock meeting," she informed Andrea. "He's going to an ultrasound."

"Oh, right. I completely forgot about that," Andrea said embarrassedly and instinctively touched her own sizable abdomen at the mention of the ultrasound. She opened a third diary on the desk. "Let's see if Andrew can take it," she said and Nina went up to peek over her shoulder.

"Looks like he can move the paperwork to some other time and take the meeting. Why don't you bring him a cup of tea and ask him?" Andrea instructed. 

"Oh, okay," Nina replied and grabbed the cup of tea that Andrea had somehow found the time to prepare in between all the other tasks and phone calls. With a growing sense of nervousness, Nina walked up to the door and knocked. She waited for a response before carefully opening the door. "Good morning, mister Scott," she greeted him politely. "I'm Nina and hopefully I'll be your new secretary starting next week."

"Oh, hi, Nina. By all means, feel free to call me Andrew when it's just the two of us," he told her mirthfully. 

"Okay Andrew. I have a little question for you. Could you take Ben's three o' clock meeting today so he can pick up his parents in law at the airport?" Nina wondered. 

"What did I have planned for three o' clock?" Andrew asked. 

"Paperwork," Nina replied. 

"Right, I do have a lot of paperwork to do. But I'll do it, if you could do me a favour, Nina," Andrew said cagily. 

"What is the favour?" Nina asked. 

"Could you stay behind today to help me with the paperwork? Of course you'll get paid for it," Andrew requested. 

"Sure. I don't really have any experience, but I'll do my best," Nina told him. 

"All the more reason for you to do it. You could use the practice," Andrew replied and smiled appreciatively as she put the teacup down in front of him. "Thank you, Nina." 

"You're welcome," Nina replied before taking her leave. 'He said yes,' she mouthed at Andrea who was on the phone and made the thumbs up to her. Nina walked up to Benedict's office with the note in her hand and knocked on the door. 

"Come in," came his voice from the other side of the door. Nina smiled to herself as she opened the door and shut it behind her. 

"Good morning, Ben," she greeted him cheerfully.

"Good morning, Nina," Benedict replied with a smile as he averted his gaze from the computer screen. "How's your first day at work?" 

"Enlightening," Nina replied with a smile. "But I feel like I have a lot to learn." 

"You'll do just fine, I'm sure," Benedict assured her. 

"I sure hope so," Nina said. "I have a message for you from your wife," she added and handed him the piece of paper. 

"Nice handwriting, it's easy to read," Benedict commended. "Don't I have a meeting at three?" 

"You did, but Andrew said he could take it for you," Nina informed him with a smile.

"That's great. Thank you," Benedict said appreciatively. "Could you please bring me a cup of coffee?" he requested. 

"Of course," Nina replied and instantly went to fetch him a coffee. When she came back, he smiled at her as she put down the cup of coffee on the desk in front of him, making sure to show off her cleavage in the process. “There you go, mister Cumberbatch,” she had practiced and was now able to say his last name with a straight face.

“Thank you, miss Andersson,” Benedict replied in a businesslike tone. She grinned at him in response. 

"Do you need anything else?" she asked, gently touching his shoulder. 

"Actually, I was wondering if you could stay behind today and help me with some paperwork," he requested. 

"I already promised Andrew I would help him, but maybe tomorrow?" she offered. 

"Tomorrow is good," Benedict agreed and Nina smiled before leaving his office. She threw a glance over her shoulder and caught him indiscreetly checking her ass out. She winked at him before shutting the door.

The day went by quickly since Andrea constantly kept her busy with various tasks. There were a lot of things to learn, such as the three men's busy schedules and about their habits and preferences.

"Tomorrow will be easier," Andrea assured her once the working day had come to an end. 

"I still have to help Andrew with some paperwork," Nina remembered and sighed as she reached into her bag for yet another energy drink. 

"You drink a lot of those," Andrea remarked.

"I need them," Nina said defensively. 

"You're addicted to them," Andrea smiled. 

"I probably am," Nina agreed with a shrug. 

"How about tomorrow, you try drinking coffee instead," Andrea suggested. 

"Just coffee?" Nina questioned. 

"Just coffee," Andrea replied. 

"Now you're being too hard on the rookie," Nina complained. 

"At least I'm not worse than Andrew who asked you to work late on your first day," Andrea told her. "Don't forget the laptop, most of the paperwork is digitalised." 

“Right. See you tomorrow,” Nina replied. 

“See you tomorrow.”

Nina bit her lip nervously as she approached Andrew’s office. He was the only one left there except for herself. He was handsome. He was about the same height as Nina, had friendly brown eyes, brown hair and an expressive face. When he was happy, his entire being seemed to light up, and when he was angry he looked like a thundercloud. She had seen him angry once during that first day, and that was when he came back from a lunch meeting. As she knocked on the door, she hoped to find sunshine Andrew on the other side. 

“Hi, Nina. Are you ready for some paperwork?” Andrew asked her from behind the desk. He looked tired, but he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Sure. Can I get you something before we begin. Tea? Coffee?" Nina offered. 

"No thanks, I'm good," Andrew replied with a smile and motioned for her to sit down in the chair in front of his dark wooden desk. Nina sat down, put her work computer down and looked at him expectantly. "I think you're supposed to open the lid first," Andrew told her humorously. 

"Right," Nina said with a blush as she opened the lid, put it on and typed in the password on the computer. She felt a bit awkward around Andrew. He was very charismatic, but she hadn't noticed him looking at her the way other men had throughout the day. She probably wasn't his type. "Has Andrea shown you how to file records yet?" 

"Briefly," Nina said. 

"Here, I'll show you," Andrew offered and walked up behind her, leaning over her as he showed her what to do and how to do it. She felt the scent of his musky cologne, and swallowed slightly as she thought about how attractive he was. She hadn't really tried flirting with him, because he seemed so serious about his work. But now he seemed more relaxed than before. 

"I think I've got it now," Nina finally told him after a few minutes' demonstration of the filing system.

"Show me," Andrew instructed and Nina successfully filed a record. "Great. Keep going and I'll answer some mail. Let me know if you have any questions." 

Nina kept filing records until Andrew finally announced that they were done for the day. She let out a sigh of relief and got herself ready to leave. 

"Do you want a ride home?" Andrew offered as they left the building together. 

"Sure, if it's not any trouble," Nina said. 

"Not at all," Andrew smiled. Nina made sure to show off her cleavage as she got in the car, but noticed that he was not interested in the least. "Perhaps you should wear a top with a higher neckline tomorrow, your breasts are almost falling out," he remarked amusedly. 

"They are?" Nina asked and looked down at her breasts. He was right, they were nearly bursting out of her bra and top. "Damn it, I must have gained weight," she muttered to herself as she examined her body. 

"You're beautiful and definitely don't need to worry about your weight, Nina," Andrew assured her with a sympathetic look in his eyes. "Don't become a slave to unhealthy ideals," he advised as he started the car. 

"Easy for you to say, you're a man," Nina muttered. She felt close to tears as she was disgusted by her own body. 

"Don't be sad, Nina. I find you very attractive, I just don't swing that way," Andrew told her in an attempt to comfort her. 

"Are you saying you're gay?" she asked with a frown.

"Yes," Andrew affirmed. 

"Thanks for telling me," she said appreciatively.

"I shouldn't have to tell you that in order for you not to get sad," Andrew said honestly. "What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't look for men's affirmation so much. You are great just the way you are, no matter if someone is checking you out or not." 

"Thanks, Andrew. I really appreciate you saying that," Nina replied with a sad smile. "I'll wear more appropriate clothes to work, I don't want anyone to think I'm not serious about this job, because I am."

"After all that filing you did today, you can't be anything but serious about this job," Andrew praised. "If you want an idea about what to wear, just look at what Andrea's wearing."

"Maternity clothes?" Nina asked, causing him to laugh. 

"You know what I mean," he said. 

"Dress shirt and pants?" Nina asked. 

"That would be nice. Or a skirt. The skirt you're wearing now is perfectly fine. It's a good length. Just think higher neckline with your tops," Andrew advised as he stopped the car outside her house. 

"Thanks Andrew," Nina told him with a warm smile before exiting the car.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said cheerfully. 

"Yeah, see you tomorrow," Nina replied before heading inside her house. 

"There's some food for you on the stove," her mother greeted her once she got through the door. 

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry," Nina declined before hurrying up to her room to examine herself in the mirror. Tears filled her eyes as she decided that she needed to lose some weight.

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[lokiskitten]

hello i love ur works omg idk if ur still accepting reqs or suggestions regarding ur stepdad! tom imagines but what abt an imagine in which tom attempts to end the secret affair between him and the reader and then the reader is heartbroken so she gets herself a boyfriend which makes tom jealous then smut ?? idk HAHAHA tyyy

Tom Hiddleston | forbidden behavior

Stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : around a week after your stepfather called it off regarding the bond you two had developed, you are caught hanging out with a couple of friends in a café. Noticing his presence outside of the building, you decide to join him only to receive the most peculiar lecture of your life.

warnings : stepdad!trope, stepdad x stepdaughter intercourse, jealousy, slight physical abuse, kissing, crotch groping, handjob.

A week had passed since your stepfather had decided to end the relationship the two of you had progressively developed behind your mother’s back. You obviously took this as betrayal, an unnecessary decision which easily led you to develop hatred for the older man- especially after he had managed to convince you that the moments you spent together filled him with as much bliss as it did for you. But these times were now over, and your first mission easily became to avoid him as soon as you penetrated inside of your own home. Before your mother, both you and Tom were obviously forced to make an effort in order to keep your secret on the low- scared that any suspicious behavior would lead your past to come flashing under the lights of the projectors.

On a warm Friday evening, you had decided to stop by a café with a couple of your friends in order to celebrate the end of the week. Within this group stood Trystan, a boy you had finally agreed on offering a chance after breaking up with Thomas. He was nice and well educated, a mass of long black hair covering the top of his head as well as his neck. The young man also brought home plenty of nice grades, which could only be a green flag to your high expectations holding self- adding up to how he had offered to help with your mathematics homework after school. Now this was a proposition you jumped on immediately, but which you knew wouldn’t be able to take place within the walls of your house- and that due to your dragon of a stepfather.

Being too busy laughing with your classmate, you hadn’t noticed Tom’s presence outside of the café, his body leant against his car as he watched you fall for someone else. In fact, he had been following you on your way back home from college nearly every day of the week- satisfying the weird obsession he held for your younger self and easing his crippling anxiety and possessive behaviors. Seeing you with another man couldn’t have driven him more upset, his fists clenching out of pure anger within the pockets of the suit he wore for work. Minutes passed by, and the older man remained leant against his car whilst growing more and more impatient regarding the sweet words and touches you appeared to offer the black haired boy. These touches he knew so well were meant to be his, and this overall sight easily led the adult to regret ever breaking it off with you.

When your head finally looked up in order to divert through the open doors of the café, your heart tightened upon witnessing the stern silhouette of your stepfather waiting against his car. Embrassement and fear progressively started to fill your organism, face decomposing whilst your friends continued to laugh with one another. Thankfully, it didn’t take long until Trystan noticed the way your mood had unexpectedly yet drastically changed. “Hey, Y/n?? You’re okay?” He asked on a concerned tone, his empathy leading your stomach to grow a couple of more knots at the thought of your stepdad witnessing such a scene. “Yeah..I’m fine. I think I’ll be going home now.” you responded politely, catching all of your mates off guard though none of them did a thing to hold you back. They could tell you appeared sick and pale.

“Take care.” Lizzie purred out as you swung your bag over your shoulder, the group’s curious eyes following your silhouette which exited through the door of the café only to end up joining an older man who stood nowhere far from here. Swallowing your saliva, you attempted your best to keep a rather proud expression on your face in order to push Tom a bit closer to the edge. You were aware that he absolutely despised it whenever you held an attitude. “Hi.” Your briefly said, not fighting the situation as your feet immediately started to lead you towards the other side of the car. “Who’s that guy you were with?” Tom immediately asked as he got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him. You mimicked his gestures, and the two of you were now sat in the front of his vehicle.

“Just a friend. Why is it important anyway?” You answered harshly, leading your stepdad’s anger to rise above the edge. “Right.” He responded coldly, both of his hands firmly holding onto the steering wheel as he began to drive away from the café. Silently, you watched the way his veins popped out of his skin due to the pressure applied onto his palm- the way his jaw clenched easily matching with his overall tensed and aggressive behavior. Without showing any form of weakness, you simply decided to behave as if you were indifferent face to this situation. You couldn’t exactly tell where Tom was taking the two of you, but even after your breakup you still trusted him well enough not to bring any harm to your fragile mind and body.

You felt surprised and confused to watch him park his car in a nearly empty parking lot, the upset male obviously seeking intimacy for the peculiar lecture he was about to give you. But again, he remained unexpectedly silent, his jaw and chest being the only parts of his body which remained in action. He couldn’t appear to find proper words, though was he truly seeking any? Gathering your courage to take the first step, your lips parted shyly, a single word barely getting enough time to come out of your mouth before you were violently cut off by your stepfather. “Tom-“ you began, body jumping due to the man’s unexpected and quite violent reaction. His palm had collided with the steering wheel, as if the only sound of your voice made him remember about what he had seen back at the café. It was the first time you ever saw him behave in such a way. Usually, he was always calm, friendly. Anger wasn’t an emotion he often felt the need to summon.

“What were you thinking?!” He blamed, the accusations penetrating your ears and leaving your poor mind clueless regarding what he was referring to. All you could tell was that his tone carried hatred, and that therefore his overall body was probably full of this exact same wrath. “Tell me, what were you thinking?” He repeated, this time on a slightly softer tone though this unwelcome touch of dominance remained. Pressing his head back against the seat as air escaped his lips, you finally found the strength to step forward and explain yourself. “He’s just a friend from college. He doesn’t stand up next to you.” You promised, the words escaping your lips as if you two had never put an end to your inappropriate relationship in the first place. “I think about you every day. I think of us.” You added, growing hopeful face to how your words appeared to progressively calm him down.

Tom’s head turned towards yours, ocean blue eyes locking with your unique orbs as the empty parking lot made it feel as if the world around you had stopped. The way his chest moved up and down as he breathed led something to rise within your soul- a sensation you hadn’t felt for over a week... ever since he had decided to put an end to your affair. His veiny hand moved up to your cheek, fingers brushing against your cheekbone before he took the initiative to delicately push a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to see this boy again... ever. You’re mine. My property.” He spoke gently though asserted dominance, allowing you to loose yourself in his soothing tone. However, his head was soon to tilt to the left, his upper body moving closer to yours in order to steal a kiss.

You understood the signals and moved forward as well, his hand still on your cheek as your lips collided against one another’s. His jaw roamed air as Tom took the initiative to intensify the kiss, enjoying this moment after he had been craving the taste of your flesh ever since he took the stupid decision that was ending it all between the two of you. Within a matter of weeks, you had managed to make your own stepfather crazy about you and your aura, your body, flaws and qualities. And whilst Tom continued to enjoy the taste of your lips, your nostrils were filled with bliss as they were finally allowed to breath in his cologne again, a smell you had terribly missed. No scent could’ve potentially replaced the infamous perfume that was your stepfather’s and which you had grown used and attached to through your multiple intercourses.

Growing more and more heated, you took the initiative to slide your hand down until his crotch, fingers tightening against the thick material of his suit which allowed you to feel his prominent bulge through his pants. Tom groaned out of satisfaction as you began to massage his flaccid length which had yet to harden through his trousers, hips buckling upwards just so slightly as if his crotch desired to remain stuck to your palm forever- and that through the help of a denser contact. The warmth which emitted from his groin felt delightful under your bare fingers, a sensation which could only make you crave for more. And so did he. Keeping his lips against yours, your stepfather proceeded to slide both his hands down between his thick thighs, digits unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in a rush which finally allowed you to penetrate within his intimacy.

Sliding past the elastic of his briefs, your hand was soon to come in contact with the slightly hardened member which resided down Tom’s pants. This once he moaned, the vibrations penetrating inside of your moist cavity before his tongue slid inside of your mouth. You were soon to hold up a rather satisfying pace, rubbing up and down his shaft and stopping only when you felt the need to offer him some extra pleasure by giving attention to his testicles. The male broke the buccal contact to collide against his seat, eyelids shutting close as you carried on leading his cock towards orgasm. His member had now hardened properly, revealing his true and generous length which had recently been pulled out of his pants. Just like before, Tom found pleasure in thrusting his hips upwards and participating to the intercourse a bit more than he already was.

“That little boy of yours.. is his cock this big?” Your stepdad asked through seethed teeth, having trouble finding his words due to his clenched abdomen and twitching nutsack. “No...” you responded, being slightly out of breath due to the heated kiss you shared earlier. Hearing these satisfying words coming out of your mouth, the older man couldn’t help but raise his shirt in a hurry before white semen began to sprint out of his overly sensitive urethra, his shaft twitching and contracting in order to propel the sperm out of his crotch. You bit down onto your lower lip face to such a delightful sight, hand moving down to his testicles in order to praise them one last time. This move made your stepfather shiver. You two had finally found yourselves, and it wasn’t any time soon that the older man would ever agree to let go of you again.

“And as you can see... I’m not dead”- all jokes but yes, I am alive and giving the people what it wants😭 I’m sorry if it isn’t very good tho🥺 I hope y’all are taking care!

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[royalhouseofcarrington]

Family of the Groom Arrives!

The family of the Groom has arrived! 

The Duke is very close with his family and was delighted to include them on this day of his wedding.

This includes, but is not limited to, his mother, Abigail, his stepfather, George Lewisen, his sister, Nicola and his brother-in-law Tom Hartford. 

(A/N: Was this a second excuse to put the Tom Hiddleston sim back in my game? Yes. Yes it was.)

[insanityclause]

Sara Krulwich/The New York Times

A Director Making His Mark in More Ways Than One

LONDON — The director Jamie Lloyd was giving me a tour of his tattoos. Not the Pegasus on his chest or the skeleton astronaut floating on his back, though he gamely described those, but the onyx-inked adornments that cover his arms and hands, that wreathe his neck, that wrap around his shaved head.

When I asked about the dragon at his throat, he told me it had been “one of the ones that hurt the least,” then pointed to the flame-licked skulls on either side of his neck: his “covert way,” he said, of representing drama’s traditional emblems for comedy and tragedy.

“I thought maybe it’d be a little bit tacky to have theater masks on my neck,” he added, a laugh bubbling up, and it’s true: His dragon would have eaten them for lunch.

It was early December, and we were in a lounge beneath the Playhouse Theater, where Lloyd’s West End production of “Cyrano de Bergerac,” starring James McAvoy in a skintight puffer jacket and his own regular-size nose, would soon open to packed houses and critical praise.

Running through Feb. 29, and arriving on cinema screens Feb. 20 in a National Theater Live broadcast, “Cyrano” — newly adapted by Martin Crimp, and positing its hero as a scrappy spoken-word wonder — capped a year that saw Lloyd celebrated on both sides of the Atlantic.

In London last summer, his outdoor hit “Evita” traded conventional glamour for sexy grit, while his radical reinterpretation of Harold Pinter’s “Betrayal,” starring Tom Hiddleston, was hailed first in the West End, then on Broadway. Ben Brantley, reviewing “Betrayal” in The New York Times, called it “one of those rare shows I seem destined to think about forever.”

When Time Out London ranked the best theater of 2019, it gave the top spot jointly to all three Lloyd productions, saying that he “has had a year that some of his peers might trade their entire careers for.”

Lloyd, who is 39, did not spring from the same mold as many of those peers. There was for him, he says, no youthful aha moment of watching Derek Jacobi onstage and divining that directing was his path. Epiphanies like that belonged to other kids, the ones who could afford the tickets.

If there is a standard background for a London theater director — and Lloyd would argue that certainly there used to be — that isn’t where he came from, growing up working class on the south coast of England, in Margaret Thatcher’s Britain.

The first time I laid eyes on him, chatting in the Playhouse lobby after a preview of “Cyrano,” he was the picture of working-class flair — the gold pirate hoops, the pink and black T-shirt, the belt cinching high-waisted pants.

He looks nothing like your typical West End director. Which of course is precisely the point.

What’s underneath

“It’s quite often said of him,” McAvoy observed by phone, once the reviews were in, “that he strips things away or he tries to take classical works and turn them on their head. I think he’s always just trying to tell the story in the clearest and most exhilarating way possible.”

The “X-Men” star, who put the number of times he’s worked with Lloyd in the past decade at a “gazillion,” calls theirs “probably one of the most defining relationships that I’ve had in my career.”

Yet Lloyd himself is on board with the notion that his assertively contemporary stagings pare back stifling layers of performance history to lay bare what’s underneath.

Like the tiger and dragons that he had emblazoned on his head just last May, though, the unembellished nature of his shows — as minimalist in their way as his tattoos are the opposite — is a relatively recent development.

Lloyd’s first “Cyrano de Bergerac,” starring Douglas Hodge in 2012, was also his Broadway debut. It was, he said, “absolutely the ‘Cyrano’ that you would expect,” with the fake nose, the hat, the plume, the sword-fighting.

There is, granted, sword-fighting in the new one — but the audience has to imagine the swords.

Lloyd’s productions, including a lauded revival of Stephen Sondheim and James Lapine’s “Passion” in 2010, long marked him as a hot young director on the rise. But he sees in some of his previous work a noisy tendency toward idea overload.

The pivot point came in 2018, with a season that the Jamie Lloyd Company — which he formed seven years ago with the commercial producing powerhouse Ambassador Theater Group — devoted to the short works of Harold Pinter. The playwright’s distillation of language forced Lloyd to match it with his staging.

That immersion led to what the director Michael Grandage — one of Lloyd’s early champions, who tapped him at 27 to be his associate director at the Donmar Warehouse — called Lloyd’s “absolute masterpiece.”

“I had quite a lot of ambition to do a production of ‘Betrayal’ in my life,” Grandage said. “And then when I saw Jamie’s, I thought, ‘Right, that’s it. I don’t ever, ever want to direct this play.’ Because that’s, for me, the perfect production.”

Playing dress-up

Charm is a ready currency in the theater, but Lloyd’s is disarming; he seems simply to be being himself, without veneer. Like when I fact-checked something I’d read by asking whether he was a vegan.

“Lapsed vegan,” he confessed immediately, with a tinge of guilt about eating eggs again.

Pay no attention to any tough-guy vibe in photos of him; do not be alarmed by the sharp-toothed cat on the back of his head. In conversation, Lloyd comes across as thoughtful and unassuming, with an animated humor that makes him fun company. If he speaks at the speed of someone with no time to waste, he balances that with focused attentiveness.

His father, Ray, was a truck driver. His mother, Joy (whose name is tattooed on his right forearm, near the elbow), cleaned houses, took in ironing and ran a costume-rental shop, where young Jamie would sneak in to dress up as the children’s cartoon character Rainbow Brite.

“It’s very embarrassing,” he said, squelching a laugh.

Seeing professional theater wasn’t an option then for Lloyd, whose grown-up passion for expanding audience access — one of the things he has made himself known for in the West End — grew out of that exclusion. His company has set aside 15,000 free and 15,000 £15 tickets for its current, characteristically starry three-show season, which will also include Emilia Clarke in “The Seagull” and Jessica Chastain in “A Doll’s House.” At the 786-seat Playhouse, that adds up to just over 38 full houses.

Lloyd, who was studying acting at the Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts when he decided he wanted to direct, found his way to theater as a child by acting in school shows and local amateur productions. Twice he was cast as a monkey; in “The Wizard of Oz,” thrillingly, he got to fly.

The details of his early days have always been colorful — like having a clown as his first stepfather, who performed at children’s parties under the stage name Uncle Funny. But Lloyd is quick to acknowledge the darkness lurking there.

“It sounds a little bit like some dodgy film, because he was actually a really violent man,” he said. “And there were times where he was very physically abusive to my mum. There was a sort of atmosphere of violence in that house that was really uneasy. And yet masked with this literal makeup, but also this sense of trying to entertain people whilst enacting terrible brutality behind the scenes.”

This is where he locates his own connection to Pinter’s work.

“A lot of that is that the violence is beneath the surface,” he said. “And on the top there is this sort of, what I call a kind of topspin, a layer of cover-up.”

Long relationships

Lloyd was still at drama school when he staged a production of Lapine and William Finn’s “Falsettoland” that won a prize: assistant directing a show at the Bush Theater in London. Based on that, Trevor Nunn hired him, at 22, to be his assistant director on “Anything Goes” in the West End — a job he did so well that Grandage got word of it and hired him to assist on “Guys and Dolls.” While Lloyd was doing that, he also began directing in his own right.

The costume and set designer Soutra Gilmour, who has been a constant with Lloyd since he cold-called her for his first professional production, Pinter’s “The Caretaker,” said theirs is an easy relationship, with a “symbiotic transference of ideas.” Even their creative aesthetics have evolved in sync.

“We’ve actually never fallen out in 13 years,” she said over mint tea on a trip to New York last month, just before “Betrayal” closed. “Never! I don’t even know how we would fall out.”

Of course, the one time she tried to decline a Lloyd project five years ago, because its tech rehearsals coincided with the due date for her son’s birth, he told her there was no one else he wanted to work with. So she did the show, warning that at some point she would have to leave. Now, she says, he understands that she won’t sit through endless evening previews, because she needs to go home to her child.

Lloyd and his wife, the actress Suzie Toase (whose name is tattooed on one of his arms), home-school their own three boys (whose names are tattooed on the other). Their eldest, 13-year-old Lewin, is an actor who recently played one of the principal characters, the heroine’s irresistible best friend, on the HBO and BBC One series “His Dark Materials,” whose cast boasts McAvoy as well.

Enter the child

Lloyd’s interpretation of “Betrayal,” a 1978 play that recounts a seven-year affair, imbued it with a distinctly non-’70s awareness of the fragility of family — the notion that children are the bystanders harmed when a marriage is tossed away.

Its gasp-inducing moment came with the entrance of a character Pinter wrote to be mentioned but not seen: the small daughter of the couple whose relationship is imperiled. In putting her onstage, Lloyd didn’t touch the text; it was a simple, wordless role. With it, he altered the resonance of the play.

To me, it seemed logical that Lloyd’s production would have been informed by his experience as a husband and father — and maybe also as a child in a splintering family. How old had he been, anyway, when his parents split up?

“Five,” Lloyd said. “The same age as the character would be.” He paused. “Oh God, yeah, fascinating. I’d not thought about that. Exactly the same age.”

If that fact was of more than intellectual interest to him, he didn’t let on. He volunteered a memory, though — of being a little one “amongst these kind of big giants, and I guess what we can now see as the mess of their lives.”

Blazer-free

Doing “Betrayal” in New York, Lloyd was struck by how eager Americans were to chat about his tattoos. Still, he told me after I texted him a follow-up question about them, he hadn’t expected his appearance to be such a talking point in this story.

It’s not just idle curiosity. It’s about what the tattoos signify in a field where, in Britain as in the United States, the top directors tend to have grown up very comfortably. It’s about who is welcome in a particular space, and who gets to be themselves there.

For a long time after Lloyd started working in the theater, he wore a blazer every day: a conscious attempt to conform in an industry where he felt a nagging sense of difference.

“Every other director at the time was from an Oxbridge background,” he said, “and looked and sounded a particular way. I spent a long time pretending to be like them.”

It was a performance of sorts, with a costume he donned for the role.

It was only about seven or eight years ago — around the time he left the Donmar and started putting together his own company — that he stopped worrying about what people might think if he looked the way he wanted.

“My dad had tattoos” was the first thing he said when I asked him about his own.

“I guess it’s partly getting older,” he mused, “but it’s just sort of going, ‘You can’t pretend to be someone. You’ve got to be who you really are, in every way.’”

The tattoos that have gradually transformed him are from a different aesthetic universe than his recent work onstage. Yet the impulse, somehow, is the same.

In shedding the blazer, in inking his skin, Lloyd has peeled back layers of imposed convention to show who’s underneath.

And should you spot him at the theater, where he is hard to miss, you’ll notice that he looks just like himself.

[dreamlikeafangirl]

30 Day Ship Meme - Day 15

What is your favorite real life pairing?

Hitting half-time today! :) So far, it’s been pretty fun! But as you may know, shipping real people is not something I am all that comfortable with. Nevertheless, this will be an interesting post :D

.Firstly, I do, openly and proudly, ‘ship’ and adore my mom and stepfather. They’re lovely. :)

.I have also been kind of? shipping two of the teachers at my school. They are the principal and my former music teacher and they do officially date. Watching them being sorta affectionate in the hallways was always cute, but in hindsight also a little weird? (I graduated, so I’m not going to school anymore, but me and my friends joking about how they should invite every pupil of that school to their wedding since we are all their children in some way was hella fun and I will always remember it and also the music lessons of that teacher very, very fondly. Gosh I miss school.)

.Now onto famous people. I think shipping actors based on their character’s relationship on-screen is generally really weird. For example, I do not ship Daisy Ridley and Adam Driver and will never understand why people do. However, my motto is pretty much ship and let ship.

This changes when two people are in real relationship. For example, shipping Lili Reinhart and Cole Sprouse? Totally get it. Don’t ship it, but get it. Having said this all, now onto pretty much the only two real life pairings I have  shipped/ship:

Rami Malek and Lucy Boynton

(there is really no cute gif of them huh?)

Idk why honestly. They are very stylish and wholesome, which is a great comination I guess? :D

And Hiddlesbatch.

I LOVE Tom Hiddleston’s and Benedict Cumberbatch’s friendship so much. I adore it with all my heart. And I am also guilty of reading lots of fanfics of them lol Friends-to-lovers, being snowed in, you name it. I don’t ship them, but I still love their interactions so much and do fangirl over them frequently. And if that doesn’t count as a real life ‘pairing’, I honestly don’t know what will :D

That’s it. That’s the post, lol

(in this gif, Benedict is me @ most real life pairings lol)

OH but before I forget. One of my first attempts at fanfiction ever was a romance between two soccer players from our German national team. My fave x my brother’s fave (they were good friends irl). It turned out fucking hilarious and I read it out loud with my family. Good old times.

[wolfpawn]

Life is a Game of Risks, Chapter 44

Chapter Summary - As Tom broached the idea of a holiday with Alexianna, they discuss other matters.

TRIGGERS - Past domestic abuse, Past emotional abuse, Past sexual abuse.

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Tom's nostrils flared and his glare remained fixed on the wall ahead. He was not an aggressive man but at that moment, he shook in anger. He had never felt so angry at a supposedly throwaway comment and the manner in which he reacted shocked everyone around him.

'Tom?’ He turned slightly to see Alexianna in his peripheral vision. ‘Are you okay?’

He knew it was a rhetorical question, he knew he looked almost like a man possessed. 'Where….where's Lily?’

'Daniel has her at the moment.’

'He came early.’

'Anna got extra time off work, they decided to come down a few days more so we could all spend some time together apparently. They're thinking of staying in the Premier Inn in Archway.’

'Why not yours?’ He toyed with his hands.

‘Because they don't want to intrude too much. My place isn't big enough for four adults and a child.’ She said nothing more for a moment. 'Do you want to talk about it?’

'Did Luke call you?’ Tom ignored her question.

'He did.’ She admitted. 'Talk to me, Tom.’

'How dare she say that.’

'Tom, don't let her annoy you any further.’ Alexianna put her hand on his comfortingly. 'I know it hurts and I know it is completely and utterly wrong, so don't let it fester anymore.’ She beseeched.

Tom sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.

*

It was an interview, nothing mad, he had done them a thousand times before. This one was on a BBC programme, it was in reference to several topics, one of which being how UNICEF use celebrities to get people to listen to the plight of others. Tom had done work with the organisation in Sudan and was available to interview along with two others involved with the group, Martin Sheen and Ewan McGregor. The interviewer made a comment regarding seeing these tragic events in different countries and how they affect the most vulnerable, especially children and how they played on the thoughts of Sheen and McGregor as fathers. That in itself, though slightly hurtful to Tom, he did not comment on, but when the interviewer specifically dismissed Tom when Ewan had answered on his personal take on it and looked to both other men for their reactions, Tom nodding in agreement and the interviewer stated “Well, this is not really something Tom can understand fully, he is not a father” that things went downhill.

Tom first very diplomatically stated that though he did not father a child personally, he had a niece he adored and was the father figure to another little girl. Which both men and the second female interviewer nodded to. But the first interviewer did not stop there, she, without a moment's hesitation added: “Well, that's not really the same, is it?”. Her fellow interviewer looked at her appalled, as did the other two men but Tom saw red. He honestly was shocked into silence for a few moments.

'Now, hang on a second here.’ McGregor was the first to find his voice. 'Not all families are cookie cutter design. Tom said that he is that wee girl's father figure, so he does know the feeling. He does not have to be her biological father to be her father.’

'But she had a real father surely.’ The interviewer retorted.

'That's no one's business but theirs. Some kids don't have the biological parents around and that is no one's business. If she sees Tom and him alone as her Dad, then that is it, end of discussion. Stepfathers are just as much fathers when they are the ones doing the heavy lifting.’ Ewan declared.

Tom finally found his voice again. He knew Luke would be livid but he could not remain silent. 'I am the man she calls her Dad. I am there to clean up when she has a stomach bug, when she has a nighttime accident and when she has tantrums, like every other four-year-old. I collect her from school, read her stories and I can name every Paw Patrol character. I may not have given her half her genes but I am her father in everything but that. Having come from a home with separated parents myself, I understand the value of a good and present father figure and never would I have thought, in 2018, that there would be such prejudice against a family situation that does not fit within the restricting confines of one particular person's definition of a family unit. Families are not always mother, father and two kids, it is often dictated by outside circumstances that prevent such a unit existing for whatever reason; death, abuse, whatever reason and to dismiss a non-biological parent as being incapable of understanding the parental bond with a child is utter rubbish and entirely offensive, both to the child and the adult involved.’ as he spoke, Tom's anger grew in intensity.

'Here here.’ Sheen commented beside him, McGregor nodding in his seat.

'Many of the children I met in Sudan are without one or both biological parents. Many of them are in the care of relatives or in some cases, they are orphaned entirely. War and famine tend to cause such situations. They are crying for their parents, they are scared and often weak and you do not need to be a biological parent to feel empathy and heartache for them, such is not a requirement but to put a personal perspective on such situations is entirely natural. I have gone there again since having my life as it is at present and yes, on a personal level, I project my situation into it, as everyone does and it made it even more harrowing. It is a natural human process. We do it all the time in any situation. These children are what we should be focusing on, not backhanded snipes at someone for no reason other than to attack non-conformist families.’

The interviewer became the one to be silenced. She scowled at Tom who held her gaze with a glare of his own. His anger growing as she tried to get him to back down.

'Now that Tom has put that matter to rest with an eloquence and decorum I would not have been able to maintain, can we get back to the matter at hand?’ Sheen asked.

The interview continued after that but there was a tense atmosphere throughout. The second and inoffensive interviewer did most of the talking and all three men were wary of anything that the first asked.

When it was done walked off the set to see Luke looking at him with equal parts concern and anger. 'I stayed polite.’ He stated.

'I could see that it was a struggle for you.’ Luke acknowledged. 'It doesn't make it any less damaging.’

'Standing up for my personal life should not have to be seen as a potential risk. I am not racist or bigoted so why should I have to worry about what other people think of my home life?’

'Because you are a public figure and as such, in the minds of the many, you are public property.’ Luke explained. 'Look, Tom, I get it, I do. In your life, Lily is your little girl and any attack on that relationship is an attack on you and her but this was not the time for this.’

Tom was about to respond when one of the BBC representatives came over. 'Mr Hiddleston, I am so incredibly sorry for the personal attack on your personal life in that segment by one of our employees. The company does not share the views of Ms Davies.’

'It's fine. Honestly, I would never have made such a correlation. Mrs Thompson clearly did not share such views either, I understand that on occasion emotions come to the fore, as they did for myself and I must apologise also for taking the focus off the cause that I came here to support.’

'Not at all, you have every right to defend yourself and your family.’ The man stated. 'Ms Davies will be subject to reprimand for her actions. The BBC is an inclusive company and though there are some areas that require some updating, we are insistent that we will not tolerate such actions.’

'Please, I don't want a big deal made out of this.’ Tom requested. 'But thank you for taking the time to speak with me, I appreciate it.’

'Of course. Thank you, Mr Hiddleston.’ the man shook his hand again before leaving.

'So, what are people saying?’ Tom asked Luke.

'Honestly, I am half scared to look.’ the publicist responded.

*

Luke called Alexianna immediately after the situation and informed her. She had been due to go to a lecture but for once, she felt she was needed elsewhere and got a taxi to the BBC to help placate the irate Tom.

After a few minutes, she realised what he really needed and messaged her brother, who rang back, Lily on his lap.

'Daddy?’

'Yes, Princess?’ He turned to see Lily on the phone, Baloo in her hands. 'Lily?’

'Why are you sad, Daddy?’

'I am not sad, Love.’

'Are you angry?’

Tom looked at her with incredible guilt. Lily had sensed his upset even through the device and seeing how the other adults were with Tom, especially her mother, she was trying to make sense of the situation. 'No, Princess. I am not angry, not really.’

'What happened? Did you not get a prize? I get sad when someone else gets a prize in school and I don't.’

Tom wanted nothing more than to pull her to him and onto his lap. 'No Lily, it's not that.’

'Do you want Baloo? You can have him if you want, for a while. I need him for bed. But if you are really sad you can have him tonight.’

Tom felt his gut clench at her kindness. Every time he thought it was impossible to love her more, Lily proved him wrong. 'To be honest, Lily. I need you more than I need Baloo.’ He confessed.

Confused but seeing his upset, Lily simply kissed the phone. 'I want to cuddle you too, Daddy.’

'Lil's?’ She looked at her mother. 'A lady said something to Tom today and it hurt his feelings.’

Tom looked at Alexianna, shocked she was admitting this to her daughter.

'She said that he cannot understand what it is like to be a dad because he is not one.’

'Yes, he is.’ Lily declared angrily. 'He's my Daddy.’ She looked at Tom, her indignation clear. 'She is just a silly poo poo bum head.’ She stated factually. 'Tom is my daddy. He loves me and I love him and that lady is stupid.’

'The boss has spoken.’ Daniel chuckled.

Tom felt himself fill with pride at Lily's words. Any doubt he had as a result of the interviewer and her statements were quelled by Lily's declaration.

'You told her that, didn't you, Daddy?’

'I told her that I was your dad and that being your dad means more than just making you.’ He admitted.

'You want to be my daddy, that makes you extra special.’ She beamed. Tom looked to Alexianna, who gave him a look of “I told you so” with her smile. 'Are you coming over for dinner?’

Tom looked at Alexianna, who gave a look of “up to you” before looking at the phone and the hopeful look on Lily's face. 'Yes, I'll just finish here and Mummy and I will come home soon and we can have dinner with Uncle Daniel and Anna then.’

There was an elated cheer from the phone before “I love you” and “goodbye”.

Tom looked at Alexianna. 'Thank you.’

'You needed to hear it from her, not me.’

'You missed your lectures for me.’

'You have been there for me when I needed it, what sort of partner would I be if I was not there for you?’