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Wrong Number - Tom Hiddleston x Reader (part 8)

a/n: two updates in one night?! guys, i just really wanted to write this! this story is exciting me so much... and here's where we really begin the tale. let me know what you think! UGH I'M SO EXCITED! :)

also, my beautiful best friend @pitifulbaby, helped me come up with this idea... so this chapter is dedicated to her! <3

the two songs i listened to while writing this chapter were (for a frame of reference);

The Night We Met by Lord Huron As The World Caves In covered by Sarah Cothran

Tom Hiddleston Masterlist Wattpad Version of Wrong Number Link to Spotify Playlist Face Claims; Megan Grimes; portrayed by Leighton Meester, Savanna Williams; portrayed by Anne Hathaway, Liam Hayes; portrayed by Matthew Daddario

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The days seemed as though they were passing agonizingly slow. You tried your hardest to keep yourself busy between work and other things. At the beginning of the week, you heard a knock on your office door, and in walked none other than Savanna with a small black box with a silver bow wrapped around it and a dozen roses in hand.

“What is that?” You pointed to the flowers and box nestled in between her hands. Savanna glanced between the items and you, a gentle chuckle erupting from her mouth.

“I think you know who.” She walked over and handed them to you.

Nestled in between the bow was a small piece of paper You picked it up carefully and turned over the paper, identifying the sender… and the actual note itself.

lene-loki

The Calm After The Storm Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Loki gains (Y/N)'s trust in doing something he never thought he would while (Y/N) feels emotions in his presence she never thought she would feel again.

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Warnings: Huge Trigger Warning, mentions of rape, mentions of sexual abuse, A LOT of Angst, suicidal thoughts, mentions of self-harm, Spoiler for The Avengers and Thor: Ragnarok, eventually Smut, some fluffy Loki, swearing

Word Count: 1,096

A/N: This chapter is a little bit shorter than the previous ones but it reaches an important milestone in Loki's and (Y/N)'s story 🥺 I love this part so much and hope you do too! I can't wait for your reactions to what I've planned for the next parts!! I haven't proofread it so I'm sorry for any mistakes you might discover while reading! With Love Léne xx

Taglist: @lilien-xoxo spacedaddydinn emmojoy

Y/N = Your Name

"I'm giving you a homework for you to do until our next meeting." Doctor Lee says while putting down her reading glasses. You nod slowly, not knowing what is going to come out of her mouth next. "I want you to talk to a man." She says softly and immediately your eyes widen. "I want you to start a real conversation to a man. It doesn't matter if it's a friend, a stranger or whoever. The main thing is that you take the initiative. I know you're ready for this." She smiles while you break a sweat because of the rising panic. You doubt that you're ready to have a normal conversation with a man but nonetheless you decide to try to do it. And she said it can be a friend - it doesn't have to be a stranger. Although you wouldn't exactly describe him as a friend, your mind immediately wanders to Loki. He's the only male that you already had a conversation with... kind of.

Right now you are sitting outside on a bench with Loki beside you. Although you're still uncertain about him you also enjoy his company. So far you always spent your break alone so it was nice having someone to talk to. Loki can feel your insecurity and keeps his distance to assure you he's not here to hurt you. But somehow he can't stop himself from asking you why you're so scared of men. He already knows that you are sensitive about the gender but he doesn't know what traumatized you into this fear. You swallow hard. You have never talked to someone about it besides from your psychiatrist. And somehow it comforts you knowing that Loki won't care anyway - at least you think. You softly clear your throat. "I... I've been raped. A few weeks ago." You confess almost inaudibly and avoid eye contact to the god of mischief. Fidgeting nervous with your fingers, you don't realize the building rage inside of Loki. "By whom?" His voice shakes in anger. Loki gets murderous thoughts. What puny, worthless Midgardian has dared to take advantage of another human being? If this man feels comfortable hurting his fellow species, especially someone so petite and much weaker than him, how would he feel fighting against a god from a different planet? Loki smirks evilly. After you stay quiet and still avoid to look at him, he figures it out by himself. "That bloody cockroach." He whispers to himself. His anger gets unbearable as he thinks back of how your attacker grabbed you by the arm and makes up the worst scenarios in his head about what would've happened to you if he hadn't started to argue with him. He swallows, not getting the picture of this burly man taking advantage of your sweet, helpless form out of his mind. "I'll kill him." He simply states - not caring about the human's life. "What?" You finally look up as Loki gets up from the bench and let's a dagger appear in his hand. Your eyes widen and you move backwards. As far away from him as possible. You feel abused in your trust since he always assured you that he's unarmed - but he could make weapons appear in the blink of an eye. He's so angry and with the dagger in his hand he wakes the deep fear of death inside of you. Shaking in dread you start to sob. A panic attack is taking full control of you as you put your right hand protectively over your face - as if it would stop a dagger from cutting into your skin. Loki's rage disappears as soon as he hears you crying. Hastily he lets the dagger vanish as he realizes that you're seeing a threat in him. He didn't have himself under control for a moment and scared you away. He made a huge mistake. You are still in the process of warming up completely to him and now he showed you this side of him. How are you supposed to feel safe with him now? "(Y/N)." He whispers, careful not to scare you again. You look at him still shaking, your eyes wet from the tears. Loki can feel something sink inside of his stomach as he takes in your quivering form. It's sorrow that the god of mischief is feeling now and for the first time in his life he is scared. Scared that he frightened you away from him. He needs to prove to you that you can trust him, that he won't hurt you. And there is only one thing that comes to his mind that he thinks will help. His heart starts to race, he never thought he someday would actually do this. He goes down and... kneels in front of you. Slightly confused you look down at him. From your position you are now taller than Loki. He's on his knees on the asphalt and helds his head low but still looks up at you with glossy eyes. Your lips are feeling dry as you slowly take your hands to your side to get a better look at the blackhaired man. "W-Why are you kneeling?" Your voice is hoarse. "Because I submiss myself to you." He explains and somehow his words make you braver. You slowly reach your little hand out to him. "May I touch you?" You ask and he softly smiles. "You don't need to ask. You can do whatever you want with me." He offers you and you lay your palm on top of the back of his hand. Feeling his skin under yours for

christycurlswrites

How Sweet It Is

Tom Hiddleston X Reader

Summary: Y/N is a baker, hired to cater a party. At that party she meets Tom Hiddleston. These are snapshots of their life.

Warnings: Depressed Reader, Supportive Tom

A/N: My brain has been an asshole this week. Some of what is written are things my partner does for me when my brain gets too loud.

Please do not steal, plagarize or repost my work on any other site. Likes and reblogs make me happy.

I do not have a beta reader. All mistakes are my own.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

*Y/N's nickname for Tom is Sucre which means sugar in French (at least I hope it does or Google translate lied to me. Please let me know if I got this wrong.)

M&M’s Chocolate Chip Cookies

Tom skipped every other step as he bounded up the stairs. Excitement filled his senses as he neared the door. It had been three months. While he had loved performing on the West End, and he loved being home in London, he could not wait to get back to NYC and back to her. His Y/N.

dioses-y-religiones

26. Blòt

Sumario.

Tom saltó a la fama internacional con su personaje de Loki en la película de Marvel, Thor. Ahora, pasada un poco la euforia por la película, es atacado por una enfermedad terrible con la que, en ocasiones, pierde el control sobre sí mismo, nadie sabe qué es, ningún médico puede ayudarlo, y se recluye para no dañar a la gente a su alrededor con esos episodios violentos ocasionados por esta extraña enfermedad. En su desesperación, y después de haber agotado todas las posibilidades médicas, se ve obligado a viajar a otro país, muy diferente al suyo para buscar a la ayuda de una bruja.

Nota de Autor: Los diálogos que están en cursiva, son diálogos en inglés.

El playlist en YouTube con las canciones del Fic es http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLe1RQg1PRt4FaYvpCpq6raUbZwtpyLwbz

26. Blòt

Ninguno de los tres pudo dormir bien, de hecho nadie de la familia real y ningún mortal pudo descansar esa noche. Así que no fue una sorpresa para nadie que algunos fueran llegando de uno en uno a la habitación de Loki. Hacía un rato que Tom había buscado a su mujer en su habitación, tenía varias horas dando vueltas en su cama, hasta que llegó a la conclusión de que en ningún lado estaba prohibido pasar esa noche con ella, solo disfrutando de su compañía, así que se levantó determinado. La encontró igual de despierta que él, y muy contenta de verlo, después de abrazarse se sentaron en el balcón y ella le contó lo que había pasado antes de la ceremonia y el intento de matarla ella y, por lo tanto a Loki, algo que debió pensar mejor ya que Tom no lo tomó muy bien.

— ¿Y porque no me dijiste?— dijo el actor enojado, de pie.

—¿Para qué? No pasó nada, además tienes muchas cosas de que ocuparte— dijo ella tratando de quitarle importancia, pero en vez de lograrlo, solo irritó más a Tom, quién comenzó a caminar de un lado a otro, respirando profundo, de repente se detuvo y vio fijamente a Ofelia.

— ¿Sabes qué? ¡Estas despedida!

—¿Qué? ¿De qué hablas? No puedes despedirme.— Dijo ella indignada, nunca la habían despedido, mucho menos por, lo que ella creía, era hacersu trabajo.

—Pues parece que crees que todavía trabajas para mí y que debes protegerme de esas cosas, así que ahí está, estás despedida.— Contestó el actor de modo practico, Ofelia se sintió un poco regañada y no le gustó la sensación pero el hombre que tenía en frente tenía razón, con las cosas pasando tan rápido, ella seguía pensando que trabajaba para el actor, y había tantas cosas que el actor no sabía de ella.

—Tom yo…— dijo ella tratando de argumentar pero Tom la detuvo.

— No Ofelia, no soy tu cliente, no puedes protegerme no diciéndome las cosas, manteniéndome en la oscuridad, eres la mujer de mi vida, necesito saberlo todo, todo. Ahora es mi trabajo protegerte y no voy a pedir tu permiso para hacerlo. – Después de decir esto desvió la mirada un momento y suspiró —eres mi esposa, aunque sea solo por un día más.

—No digas eso, Tom, no puede ser hoy la última vez que nos veamos, sabes que Loki tiene que regresar a la tierra y honestamente quiero que intente impedir que yo vaya con él— dijo Ofelia, tratando de levantar el ánimo de Tom, poniendo una mano en su cara y sonriendo, el actor la vio y luego dirigió su mirada a la cicatriz fresca del antebrazo de la bruja, cicatriz producto del encuentro con el Dios que la atacó, — En cuanto a eso, tienes razón debí decirte y te prometo que de ahora en adelante te diré lo que pasa.—Tom tomó el antebrazo de la bruja, besó la cicatriz y luego a ella.

—¿Supiste quién era? ¿O por qué quería matarte?— dijo él una vez que estaban sentados de nuevo, tenía a Ofelia recargada en su pecho y la estaba abrazando.

—Sé porque quería matarme, pero no sé quién era, quería que Loki muriera. Sygin me dijo que lo más probable es que le corten la cabeza después del ritual.

— ¿Cortarle la cabeza? ¿Y sin juicio?— preguntó Tom escandalizado.

—No estarás pensando en aleccionar a los asgardianos en su modo de justicia ¿Verdad?— dijo ella un poco preocupada.

— Si ese es el modo de vida de los Dioses, no puedo hacer nada, aunque no estoy de acuerdo, sin embargo sí deberíamos hablar con Loki. — Diciendo esto Tom se puso de pie y se dirigió a la puerta, con Ofelia pisándole los talones.

— ¿Tom…? ¿Qué vas a hacer? ¿Tom?— pero este en vez de contestarle solo le abrió la puerta para dejarla pasar.

Ambos se dirigieron a la habitación principal de Loki y a pesar de ser muy entrada la noche, se encontraron con el Dios también despierto, un poco exasperado y acompañado. Chris estaba sentado en una silla a lado de la chimenea y Thor estaba de pie en el balcón con una copa e la mano, ambos rubios saludaron alegres a la pareja.

— ¿Qué hacen aquí? ¿Está todo bien?— preguntó Tom a su amigo.

— Sí, lo que pasó es que yo no podía dormir, me levante a buscar un poco de agua, pero me perdí y me encontré a Thor deambulando por los pasillos del palacio— dijo Chris viendo a Thor y a Loki que ahora discutían porque el menor quería quitarle la copa y Chris bajó la voz. — La verdad, Thor está muy preocupado por Loki, no tuvo que decir nada, pero es cierto, puedo sentirlo.— terminó de decir, Tom lo vio y sonrió entendiendo perfectamente de que hablaba, al principio, cuando Tom defendía a Loki de Ofelia, aun cuando este no estaba siendo amable, secuestrándolos, Tom sabía que Loki se estaba muriendo y podía sentir el miedo que el Dios sentía.

—¿Y ustedes que hacen aquí?— dijo Loki con la copa en la mano, moviéndose un poco más rápido que su hermano que quería de regreso su copa.

Tom les contó a los que no sabían lo que había pasado ayer y después de detener entre los cuatro a Thor de ir en ese momento y reclamar su venganza sobre el agresor de su hermano, Tom explicó porque quería hablar con Loki. Estaban todos cómodamente sentados en el piso y Loki había mandado traer bebida y comida para todos.

— Lo que me preocupa es que no sabemos quién es.— terminó Tom.

— ¿Qué importa quién sea Göthi? en dos días no será peligro para nadie.— dijo Thor controlando su ira y de paso sorprendiendo a Loki.

—Creo que la presencia mortal es buena influencia para tí hermano— dijo Loki, dándole una palmadita ligera a Chris, pero Thor, junto las cejas ofendido, — como sea, creo que veo a donde va Thomas, saber quién es este hombre nos ayudara a saber si sigue siendo un peligro.

—No lo será, yo mismo pondré a los Guerreros Tres a proteger a Lady Ofelia.

—Bueno, de hecho, después de Blòt ya no correré peligro yo, sino Tom, el hombre trató de matarme porque en ese momento yo era el punto vulnerable, sabía que Tom estaba con Thor y con Loki, que sin mí no hay sacrificio y Loki moriría. Si el sacrificio se logra y todo sale como lo planeamos, ya no importara si muero o no, porque el sacrifico esta hecho, en cambió, si matan a Tom, sí sería un peligro para Loki a largo plazo.

—Y no creo que trabajara solo.— completó Tom. Y Chris le preguntó.

—¿Por qué crees eso?

—Porque cualquiera que quiera matar a Loki sabe que si falla, le traería consecuencias terribles…— dijo el actor arrancando una media sonrisa a Loki, a lo que Tom contestó volteando los ojos, pero continuó— Pero hacerlo en el mismo palacio, justo donde estaba la Reina, requirió mucha influencia y poder político de parte de alguien y nadie con ese poder haría el trabajo él mismo.— Loki veía a Tom orgulloso.

—Ahora que lo pienso, creo que habló en plural— dijo Ofelia esforzándose por recordar, —está un poco confuso porque seguía un poco drogada, pero estoy segura que habló como si fuera el plan de otros.

—Entonces hablaremos con el prisionero, antes de la ejecución. Hablaré con padre al respecto.

Tom iba a decir algo pero entraron dos sirvientes y avisaron a todos que debían prepararse. Thor abrazó a su hermano y suspiró y Loki regresó el abrazo, luego Chris se despidió de todos deseándoles buena suerte y siguió a Thor.

Entraron dos sirvientes más y le entregaron a Ofelia una túnica blanca muy larga y la bruja se fue atrás de un biombo a cambiarse, mientras Loki servía tres copas de vino, los sirvientes ponían en el piso dos cuencos uno con agua y el otro con aceite. Y le entregaban a Tom un paño blanco. Loki se acercó al nervioso actor y le dio una copa.

— Brinda conmigo Thomas.— este tomó la copa y la levantó.

— Por tí, Loki.— y Loki sonrió.

— ¿Ya van a tomar? Cualquier pretexto es bueno ¿Verdad?—dijo Ofelia saliendo ya con la túnica, iba descalza y agarró la otra copa. La túnica se abría un poco entre sus rodillas para arrastrar el resto por detrás. Luego se paró enfrente de Tom y Loki se sentó en la silla, mientras Tom tomaba el paño y con mucho cuidado y cariño lo pasó por el cuerpo de la bruja, después de mojarlo en el agua tibia. Era parte del ritual, la parte privada, el Göthi debía limpiar con agua y preparar con aceite el sacrificio.

Loki podía sentir los nervios de su mortal y siendo tan listo como era y conociendo a Tom, como lo conocía, comenzó a hablar tonterías con ellos, como de que extrañaba los dulces de Midgard, o preguntarle a Tom sobre sus hermanas. Preguntarle Ofelia si podía hornear algo para ellos después de ritual. Y funcionó porque un rato después cuando Tom estaba untando el aceite ceremonial en Ofelia los tres se estaban riendo a carcajadas.

Cuando entró la Reina por su hijo y se encontró con esta imagen, pensó que hacía milenios que no veía algo tan extraño como la escena enfrente de ella y sonrío preocupada y cansada, pero también contenta, porque sabía que, si las antiguas Nordas no le permitían tener a su hijo con vida, cuando menos le concedieron la dicha de encontrar tan peculiares amigos.

♦

El ritual del sacrificio, fue totalmente distinto al de la boda. Para empezar no fue en la sala del trono, fue en el jardín principal. Chris, Ofelia y Tom nunca habían visto tantos Dioses juntos, los mortales estaban en una de las salas continuas al jardín y Chris los acompañaba mientras terminaban de preparar todo.

—No entiendo por qué viene toda esta gente, casi nadie vino ayer a la boda y no a todas esas personas les interesa Loki.— dijo irritado el australiano, mientras veía por la ventana, Ofelia estaba acomodando ropa de Tom, que era una túnica también pero mucho más elaborada que la de ella y tenía colgado de su cuello un medallón con la runa de Loki, Anzus y un lobo en el fondo. Y mientras enderezaba los hombros y los adornos del traje ceremonial de su esposo, contestó la pregunta de su padrino.

—Es porque la boda entre dos mortales no le interesa tanto a los Dioses, solo estaban ahí los que son nuestros amigos y los que tenían que estar ahí, pero un Blòt, no solo le va dar la energía a Loki para que se cure. Este es el primer sacrificio humano que se hace en honor a un Dios Nórdico en siglos, todos los Dioses que viven en las ramas del árbol de los reinos, el Ygdrassil van a poder sentirlo. Y más, siendo el primer sacrificio humano que se hace en Asgard en la historia, todos los Dioses van a alimentarse del acto de fé que vamos a hacer. Ayer fue importante para nosotros, hoy, lo es para ellos.— Chris recordó lo que Ofelia le había explicado sobre la verdadera relación entre los mortales y los Dioses, como en realidad se necesitaban mutuamente y ellos se alimentaban de la fe humana. – Básicamente va a ser el trabajo de Tom, juntar más gente que creé esa energía para ellos, específicamente para Loki.— terminó la explicación la bruja, luego se dirigió a Tom— ¿Estás listo?

—Tengo que preguntarte algo.— dijo el británico nervioso.

—Sé lo que me vas a preguntar, pero por tu bien, hazlo, pregunta.

—¿Estas segura de todo esto?— Ofelia sonrió y lo abrazó,

—Por supuesto que estoy segura.

—En ese caso, nos vemos del otro lado y... lo siento mucho. —Dijo Tom honestamente, la besó y la abrazó fuerte, Chris se volteó para darles un poco de intimidad pero estaba muy conmovido. Luego de esto se abrieron las puertas y Tom le sonrió a Ofelia.

El primero en salir fue Tom seguido de Ofelia quién tenía la cabeza cubierta por la capucha de la túnica. El ambiente era de expectación y nerviosismo por parte de la familia real y sus allegados y no era para más, en los hombros de los humanos estaba la recuperación del joven príncipe. Thor en el gran altar frente al árbol más impresionante que ninguno de los humanos hubiera visto. El Árbol de los nueve reinos. Una sola hermosa voz, que pertenecía a Sygin, cantaba a lado de la familia real, acompañando la marcha de los humanos.

En el jardín de Yggdrasil, se encontraban un conjunto de piedras erigidas con inscripciones rúnicas que rodeaban estos pilares, llamados Domhring, que eran junto con el altar de sacrificio, Hörgr, el lugar reservado para todos los rituales de sacrificio. Todo había sido dispuesto y las personas responsables ya se encontraban ahí, con excepción del Rey, la Reina y Loki, Thor iba a presidir el comienzo de la ceremonia, siendo el Dios patrono de la humanidad. Mientras más cercana la amistad con la familia real, más cercanos a la gran mesa de sacrificio. El camino de flores que guiaba a los humanos hasta allá estaba flanqueado por el consejo del Rey, parte de la corte y algunos plebeyos que tuvieron suerte de sumarse al evento.

Ante el altar Thor, con su armadura de guerra completa, levantó su martillo y lo puso en el borde de la gran mesa de piedra blanca, luego levantó las manos para silenciar a todos los presentes.

—Pueblo de Asgard, nos encontramos aquí reunidos para realizar este Blòt.

—¡Heil!— Gritaron todos los presentes, acto seguido levantó a Mjörnir y llevó a cabo la consagración del lugar lanzando rayos a cada uno de los puntos cardinales representados por cada uno de los pilares que delimitaban el lugar del rito.

—Ahora que se acerque Lord Göthi. —dijo Thor, Tom se acercó y comenzó a trazar un círculo sobre la mesa, susurrando una serie de palabras en ese idioma antiquísimo, palabras de aprendió para el ritual, luego caminó al rededor del altar e hizo una profunda reverencia a Thor.

De una carpa que se encontraba a pocos metros del lugar desfilaron los Dioses todos con sus trajes de gala, Odín, Frigga y Loki. Se acercaron al lugar y Ofelia caminó hacía el altar, deteniéndose a unos pasos de este. Luego Thor se alejó de la mesa y Loki se acercó. Levantó la cara y vio a todos los presentes luego se dirigió a Tom.

—Göthi ¿Cuál es la ofrenda que traes para los Dioses?

—Esta joven su alteza real, espero la tomen y sea del agrado de Loki,el Dios del Caos, el Fuego y el Engaño.

—Yo, Loki, la considero digna del sacrifico, con el permiso de todos los Dioses de Asgard.

Cuando Loki terminó de hablar, Tom se dio media vuelta y caminó hacia Ofelia, quien seguía descalza, de pie y con las manos enfrente de ella, Tom tomó nota de lo frágil que se veía, vestida solo con la sencilla túnica blanca, pero también sabía que era la actitud que ella había decidido tener. Le quitó la capucha a Ofelia y la guió hacía el altar para recostarla sobre la gran mesa. Esta tenía algunos canales que llegaban hacía agujeros en las cuatro esquinas y debajo de cada agujero había un cuenco. Ofelia se acostó dócilmente ante Loki, que la veía seriamente, pero ella no levantaba la mirada.

Los demás miembros de la familia real, se colocaron en cada uno de los puntos cardinales, Odín al Norte, Frigga al Este, Loki ya estaba al Oeste y Thor al Sur. Éste último levantó a Mjörnir, para recoger la energía de cada punto cardinal y depositarlo con un nuevo rayo en la ofrenda, que era la joven recostada.

La bruja no pudo evitar cerrar los ojos con fuerza, pero los abrió mucho cuando todo su cuerpo se tensionó por la fuerza del rayo, aunque no sufrió daño. Una vez que la electricidad paso y sus músculos se relajaron, su cuerpo comenzó a brillar en tono rojizo, tambien sus ojos se pusieron negros un momento para luego regresar a la normalidad, todo esto involuntariamente, algo que extrañó mucho a Ofelia, tanto que no pudo evitar levantar una manoenvuelta en luz rojapara vérsela, pero por supuesto que no dijo nada. El Göthi tomó la daga ceremonial, con un largo suspiro y una mirada de apoyo de la mujer acostada, realizó ocho cortes profundos donde no pasaba ninguna vena principal, dos en cada brazo y piernas, Ofelia trató de no hacer ruido, pero sí le estaba doliendo, aun así se mantuvo lo más callada que pudo.

Eran nueve cortes los que requería el ritual, la tradición decía que con el noveno la ofrenda moría, pero aquí ellos cambiarían las cosas, aun así debía ser en el mismo lugar, en el cuello. Ofelia levantó la cabeza y Tom bajó la daga, pero dudo un momento, hasta que sintió la mano de Ofelia encima de la de él, presionando para romper la piel, en cuanto cayó la primera gota, lo dejó solo y él siguió el corte, poco profundo, de lado a lado, luego bajó la daga y dio paso hacia atrás, mientras la sangre de la bruja comenzaba a llenar los canales y caía a los cuencos.

La luz roja de Ofelia comenzó a apagarse y distribuirse en todo el lugar, mientras ella cerraba los ojos, sintiendo a todos los seres que recibían su energía y Tom levantó los cuencos que tenía debajo de la gran mesa, para llenar uno dorado que un sirviente le pasó. Luego lo levantó enfrente de Loki. Chris estaba en shock por lo que veía, primero ver a su amigo cortar así a la mujer que amaba, luego, cuando Tom levantó el cuenco vio a todos los Dioses a su alrededor cerrar los ojos en éxtasis y por último ver una luz azul que rodeaba las manos de Tom y que se expandía por todo su cuerpo.

Tom sintió la energía llenarlo y vio por primera vez la luz azul,que era la manifestación de su propia magia.

Le entregó el cuenco a Loki quién lo tomó con una inclinación de cabeza, al tiempo que Tom decía.

—Te entrego este sacrifico de sangre en honor a tí, para que veas por nosotros y en favor de todas las personas en Midgard.— luego dio un paso para atrás, mientras que Loki dio un trago al contenido delcuenco y gritó.

—¡Por el pueblo de Asgard!

—¡Heil!— Gritaron de nuevo todos presentes, se lo pasó a Odín el cual también bebió y lo levantó para decir.

—¡Por los nueve reinos!— dijo Odín.

—¡Heil!

—¡Por la salud del príncipe Loki! —le tocó el turno a Frigga

—¡Heil!

—¡Por los Midgardianos Thomas y Ofelia! — el príncipe heredero gritó después de ser el último en beber de la sangre.

—¡Heil!

Después Thor pasó el cuenco de nuevo a su hermano menor, Loki tomó sangre con los dedos y marcó la cara de Tom, la sangre parecía que había encendido el color azul en sus ojos. Luego el Dios le dio el cuenco al Göthi para la última libación.

—¡Por el éxito de este sacrificio! —dijo Tom solemnemente.

—¡Heil!

Tom, arrojó el contenido del cuenco a la tierra como ofrenda a la misma, en ese momento Ofelia dejó de brillar, por completo.

—Está hecho — dijo por último el joven.

La gente comenzó a gritar con alegria y el Consejo mostró respeto a la familia real y al nuevo Göthi. Tom, en cuanto estuvo seguro de que había terminado todo, tapó la herida del cuello de Ofelia con las manos y la veía preocupado, pero llegó Eir y le dijo que todo estaba bien, solo estaba desmayada por la pérdida de sangre, con ayuda de dos sirvientes la llevaron a la sala de curaciones.

Antes de que pudiera salir, la Reina lo abrazó llorando de felicidad, agradeciéndole por el sacrificio que hacía para salvar a su hijo, él solo sonrío y recibió las felicitaciones de los demás Dioses por convertirse oficialmente en Göthi de Asgard. Luego sintió la mano de Loki en el hombro que lo rescataba para dejarlo ir a ver a su esposa.

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—Realizaste un buen trabajo y te lo agradezco mucho amigo. Me salvaste la vida— Dijo el Dios cuando se quedaron solos en la habitación de Ofelia, todavía no despertaba pero ya les habían asegurado que no había ningún peligro.

—No tienes que agradecerlo amigo— dijo Tom con una sonrisa honesta en el rostro, Loki iba a contestar pero fue interrumpido por la bruja que recién despertaba.

—¡Ashh!…, ya bésense— dijo ella en español y Tom corrió a abrazarla.

— Lo siento mucho, amor, espero no haberte lastimado mucho.

—No te preocupes Tom, fue perfecto, ni yo pude haberlo hecho mejor.— dijo ella acariciando con cariño el brazo de Tom, luego se dirigió a Loki — ¿Funcionó?—

—Parece que sí, pero no lo sabremos hasta que…— de repente Loki se quedó callado incomodo, pero Ofelia lo tomó de la mano y con la otra tenía a Tom. Y le sonrió a ambos, los tres escucharon los gritos de júbilo de todo Asgard.

—Pues, por cómo suena eso, parece que sí funcionó— dijo Tom viendo por le ventana. Loki se puso de pie y se asomó.

—Si me disculpan, debo hacer algunas apariciones públicas y ver a madre.— con esto los dejó solos.

Después de ver salir a Loki, Tom trepó a la cama y se acomodó junto a Ofelia y ella le preguntó emocionada acerca de su nueva magia, como se sentía y le dio algunos concejos para comenzar usarla. Hablaron durante horas y ahí acostados uno junto al otro, Tom tomó la decisión más difícil de su vida. Se iría esa misma tarde.Tomó esa decisión porque sabía que su presencia crearía conflicto para la culminación del ritual.

En la comida, Thor les ofrecía un viaje de caza a los dos actores, pero Loki y Chris ya sabían del plan de Tom.

—Gracias amigo, creo que es hora de partir – dijo el actor determinado, Ofelia levantó la vista para mirarlo a los ojos, sabiendo que se acercaba lo inevitable.

—¿Qué, no piensas quedarte a disfrutar del banquete? —preguntó Thor decepcionado

—No quiero hacer aún más difícil la despedida.

Ofelia trató de ser fuerte, de verdad lo intentó pero por primera vez en su vida, ahí en el observatorio de Bifröst, no lo logró. Loki, Thor, Odín, Frigga, Sif, Sygin y los Guerreros Tres se habían reunido para despedir al mortal, quién abrazaba a la bruja, ella, a su vez estaba llorando, Tom tenía los ojos inundados pero quería ser el soporte para ella.

Todos estaban serios, el único que tenía una expresión confundida, era Thor. Vio a sus amigos, serios, excepto Sygin que lloraba, vio a su madre y padre, serios, su hermano menor, también serio. Después de un momento de pensarlo se dirigía discretamente a su hermano menor.

— ¿Loki?

—¿Qué pasa Thor?

—¿No lesdio Padre permiso a los mortales de usar el Bifröst cuando quisieran?

—Sí ¿Por qué?

—Porque parece que nunca se van a ver de nuevo.

—¡Ah! Eso es, mi querido hermano.— dijo Loki con media sonrisa pícara en los labios— Porque ellos no lo saben aún.

—¡Oh! Loki.— le dijo Thor en un tono de decepción, pero no dijo nada. Mientras este trató de regresar a la seriedad.

star-bucks-lover

Only in my Daydreams

Story summary: Loki is so attracted to you, that he accidentally starts projecting his fantasies to your mind through his magic without even realizing it.

There’s just so much smut basically. It is Sinday after all ;)

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), minors do not read past the cut!!! This story has fantasies/mentions of: oral (m and f receiving), spanking, thigh riding. There’s some exhibition kink (if you squint maybe).

Hope you guys enjoy!💚

Loki is usually one for strong self control. He knows how to be reserved, and keep himself from losing his cool.

However, you’ve been testing his patience, and it’s starting to wear thin.

The worst part was that you weren’t even doing it on purpose. Loki didn’t think you had even the slightest idea how much he wanted you; and how practically everything you did just made it worse.

From the cute outfits you wear everyday, to the sweet sound of your voice in the mornings. Your snorts of laughter when Sam is telling jokes. Even the way you stare off into space when you’re zoned out in a meeting has him distracted. He was completely enamored with you, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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💌🍄𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭~🌿🏛

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 06/26/2021

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 06/26/2021

𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 6

⊱Tom Hiddleston characters:

ｍｕｌｔｉｐｌｅｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ:

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞: stuck in a love triangle with prince hal and thomas sharpe (drabble)

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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫: summary: loki x reader ; there’s a new guest staying at the Avengers Tower. to make matters worse, you are put in charge to watch over the new member of the compound.

fic teaser ch.1 ch.2

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫: adam x reader ; it’s your one year anniversary with your boyfriend adam. after a passionate night together, things take a turn. it only took a couple seconds and two fangs to change your life.

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𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐫. 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧: (drabble)

mischievoushiddleston

The Mafia Beauty

Warinings: Public Sex, Light Dub-Con

Words: 1.3K

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“Please, Thomas. She's my only child. ”Y / N heard her father pleading from below. Carefully and quietly, she began to go down the stairs. “

Why should that be my problem? You have debts that you can't pay and that's why it's mine. ”A man said, Thomas, with a British accent.

"I do whatever you want, but not my daughter." Thomas gave a cold laugh and Y / N approached the living room.

"What I want are my five hundred thousand, since you can't pay me for it, your daughter is my property." The hall creaked loudly under her feet and the men looked at Y / N. Thomas smiled maliciously at her and she wished she had stayed upstairs.

“There is she. She's a lot nicer than the photos. ”He approached her and Y / N backed up until her back hit the wall. Thomas raised his hand and stroked her cheek with his thumb. Y / N pulled away from him quickly, as if his touch were burning her. “She's pretty lively. I think we'll have fun together. "

"Please, Thomas." Pleaded her father. Thomas rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Please, Thomas ... please." He imitated him. “Isn't begging getting boring? I'd be pretty bored. ”Thomas smiled and his gaze wandered from her father to Y / N. She looked at the floor and tried not to meet his gaze. He lifted her chin so she had to look at him. "Not so shy. We'll be spending a lot of time together. ”Y / N looked questioningly at her father, but he just looked at the floor, ashamed.

"Dad, what does he mean by that?" Y / N asked, but her father didn't say a single word.

"What I mean is that from now on you are mine." He stroked her upper arm and over her collarbone. Y / N pulled away again and looked at him angrily.

"I don't belong to anyone." Y / N was about to storm out of the room angrily, but was grabbed by Thomas' wrist and pulled with her back against his chest.

“You're mine if you want me not to kill your father on the spot. He owes me a lot of money and I'm very dangerous. ”He whispered menacingly. Every fiber of Y / N wanted to fight him, but it couldn't. "Good girl." Y / N looked at the floor. Thomas smiled, he knew he had won. Without further protest from her father, Thomas led her out to his car. He opened his car door for her and motioned for her to get into his car.

"Go ahead!" He ordered and his driver started the car. Y / N huddled in the corner of the car, trying to get as much space between them as possible. However, Thomas slid closer to her again and put his hand on her thigh. She chided herself for choosing to wear a dress this morning. His hand went higher and under her dress. Y / N squeezed her legs tightly together. You could see Thomas gritting his teeth together.

“If you refuse, there will be consequences for your father, both in business and life, Y / N." Y / N took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly. Finally opened her legs for Thomas and let his hand slide between them. He stopped by her panties and tore them from her body. Y / N opened her eyes and looked at him with wide eyes.

"You won't be wearing panties when I'm around." Thomas put the panties in the pocket of his jacket. His hand went to her pussy and Y / N tried to move away from him. Thomas looked at her angrily and yanked her from her place. He pushed all four of them onto the large floor of the car and pushed up her dress. Y / N screamed slightly as he slapped her buttocks. “If you keep resisting me, it'll be a lot worse than a few slaps on your bum. Count. ”Thomas ordered sternly and Y / N had no strength to resist.

"One ... two ..." Y / N counted and felt her pussy grow wetter. She blushed that she shouldn't enjoy being beaten up by Thomas. After ten blows, he gently stroked the slain skin on her bottom.

"I don't want to punish you, but I'll do it if I have to, darling." He caressed her wet pussy and Y / N bit her lip as she held back a moan. Thomas pushed two fingers into her and began to fuck her hard with his fingers. "Ehehe ..." He pulled his fingers out of her and smiled wickedly. "You're not here to have fun, especially when you were just a bad girl for Daddy." Thomas undid his belt and pulled his hard cock out of his pants. "You may orgasm if you give me a blowjob, but I warn you if you bite me I'll make your life a never-ending hell." He pulled her head towards his cock and held his other hand firmly.

"Open your mouth." She knew she had no choice and opened her mouth. Thomas pressed his cock into her mouth until her mouth was completely filled with him. Y / N muttered incoherent words as Thomas mercilessly fucked her mouth. She held onto his thigh and pressed a little so she wouldn't choke on his tail. It started pulsing in her mouth.

"Swallow my sperm, all of it." He pushed himself into her mouth a few more times before filling her mouth with his hot sperm.

"We're here." Her driver said and Tom poked his tail back and closed his pants.

"Thank you, Andrew." They both got out of the car. Thomas dismissed the driver and he went into the great mansion. Y / N wanted to follow him, but he pulled her back to him. "You didn't think we were done yet, did you?" He pressed the front of her against the hood. He quickly pushed up her dress and opened his pants again. His cock pressed against her pussy.

"Oh ... God ..." He poked her pussy in one hard thrust.

"You can call me Thomas… ”He smiled mischievously. He pulled out of her and pushed back into her. Thomas wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed gently. "I'm glad I tricked your father and took you instead of the money." Y / N was too dazed to understand what he was just saying. With his free hand he began to rub her clit hard. He thrust into her mercilessly, the car wobbling slightly from the force of his bumps.

"Thomas ... Mhm ..." Y / N groaned loudly. His hips bumped against her sore butt. It was mixed pain and pleasure for her as he fucked her hard against the car. Y / N started auctioning when Thomas started pulsing inside her. Y / N came around his tail and Thomas filled it with his seeds. He pulled out of her pussy and his sperm flowed down the inside of her thigh. Only then did she notice that Thomas wasn't wearing a condom and since she didn't have a boyfriend at the moment, she wasn't on the pill. He seemed to notice what was bothering her and leaned closer to her.

“There's no way you won't carry my child once I've finished with you tonight. You will be bound to me forever. ”Y / N’s breathed hectically and hers turned black. Thomas caught her in his arms and picked her up before carrying her into his house ...

awaitresswhowrites

An Eventful Night

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1,039 words.

A Tom Hiddleston One Shot.

Been thinking of writing this for a while…

I don’t own the gif.

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For the first time in a while, you had decided to go to a concert. You had gone by yourself as none of your friends wanted to go since it was a small band, that they hadn’t heard of, playing. Tom had offered his spare bedroom to you so you didn’t have to pay the London hotel prices or get back by tube then train at gone midnight, which you were very much grateful for.

You and Tom have been friends ever since he came to visit your hometown on a short holiday. He came into the café that you worked at and you fangirled over the fact that he did Classics at Cambridge, not that he was one of your favourite actors. You explained how you had done Classics at school and wished to go further but couldn’t. Tom said that he would happily teach you and gave you his number.

After that you texted him letting him know your number and he taught you some Classics over FaceTime as well as some French, which you had tried to learn through an app before. Eventually, when he came over to the city by you, you both met up and went for a picnic there. That was a little over a year ago and since then you have both spoken daily, whether just through text or by FaceTime.

Around halfway through the concert, when the band had gone for a quick break, you left to go to the toilets.

Just as you were approaching the toilets a group of girls came up to you, clearly drunk, asking for your bag and phone, which you were holding. You protested slightly but they came closer and started yelling at you to pass them over, so you did. One of the girls looked through your bag and walked off while the other two shoved you to the ground and began to beat you up. They kicked you in the stomach and punched and scratched you in the face.

After about a minute of torture, security came over and took them away. They helped you up and lead you to a back room. They checked if you were ok and gave you all of your items back. You called Tom.

“Hello?” He picked up cheerily. You were sobbing at this point.

“I was just going to the toilets and a group of girls came and took my stuff and-” Tom cut you off.

“Woah, woah, slow down. What happened? Are you alright?” He asked with a worried tone.

“They beat me up and there’s blood everywhere.” You stuttered, your intense crying forcing you to take deep breaths after every few words.

“Ok I’m on my way everything will be ok. Ok? I’ll be there soon.” You could hear him rushing around his house to find his car keys as he said this.

“Ok.” You replied with a sob and with that he hung up the phone ready to drive over to you.

As soon as Tom arrived you instantly felt better just knowing that he wouldn’t let anybody else hurt you. You saw the look of shock wipe over his face as he took in your appearance. You ran over for a hug and he held you carefully before pulling away quickly to get the details.

The security had called the police and the girls were in custody. You gave them a statement of what had happened and they said that they would be in touch soon. Tom walked you over to his car and drove you back over to his.

When you arrived at his house he brought you into the kitchen and sat you on the worktop before going to the bathroom to collect plasters, bandages, cloths to clean you up and anything else that would help you feel better. He gave you a glass of water and some ibuprofen. “Here, take these.” He nodded to you and watched you take them, finishing the glass of water because of how thirsty you were. Tom took the empty glass out of your hand and placed it beside you and began to tend to your wounds.

He first started to clean up your face and applied small white tape to the cut just above your eyebrow. As he turned around to rinse the cloth, you removed your top, not thinking about him seeing you like this. Tom turned around and you swore you could have seen his eyes widen ever so slightly. It wasn’t just because you had removed your shirt, but because of all of the bruises and cuts coving your torso. Nevertheless, Tom came over in between your legs and carefully began to dab over the cuts.

As he went over one of the bigger cuts, you winced and held on to his arms for support. “It’s ok.” He whispered focussed on cleansing and taping this gash. It was then you realised how close you two were. Your legs were practically wrapped around his waist and you were sure that Tom could feel your breath grazing over his neck. With that, your thoughts went to a completely different place. Your pulse and your breath quickened, which Tom seemed to notice.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking up and your now crimson face, which he was now just inches away from. You nodded quickly. A knowing look spread over Tom’s face as he realised what you were thinking and recognised just how close you two were. Neither of you had bothered to peel your gaze from one another since Tom had asked you that question. Suddenly, you could see him move his face closer towards you, now leaving just mere centimetres.

You closed your eyes waiting for his lips to graze yours, and they did. You both locked into a passionate kiss, which had been long awaited for the both of you. After what had felt like forever, he pulled away from you slowly, his hands on either side of you on the worktop and your hands messing around in his hair. “Wow.” You said, astonished. “I feel much better now.” Tom chuckled and looked down to the ground, amazed that he even did that, realising that there was no going back now…

mischievoushiddleston

Arranged Marriage

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Arranged Marriage

Words: 2.2K

Masterlist here!

"I think I'm going to have a panic attack." Y / N leaned against the dresser and put her hand against her pounding heart as she breathed in and out quickly. "I can not do this." "Y / N, calm down and breathe in and out slowly." Y / B / F said and gently took Y / N's hands in hers. "I know you can do it." Y / N shook her head. “How am I supposed to marry a man I've never met. I never wanted to get married for political reasons, I wanted to get married when I love a man. ”Y / N explained with tears in his eyes. "I don't love the prince, Y / B / F." Y / B / F opened her mouth to reassure the princess and friend, but was interrupted by a knock on the doors of their apartments. "Come in!" Y / N called and the doors opened instantly. A gray haired beautiful woman entered the room and Y / N hurried to wipe away her tears. “Mother, what are you doing here? I have to prepare for the ceremony. " "Can't I visit my beautiful daughter on her wedding day?" Y / N forced a smile and nodded. "I wanted to give you something else." Her mother reached behind her neck and opened her necklace. "This is my grandmother's necklace, she gave it to me on my wedding day and now I want to pass it on to you." Y / N turned around and her mother put the necklace on her. "She's beautiful, thank you mother." She thanked her and looked at herself in the mirror.

"I'm so proud of you. You connect the royal houses of Asgard and Alfheim and create lasting peace between our planets. ”She gently stroked Y / N's cheek. "I know that you wished to marry out of love, but I wish for you that one day you will love him, Y / N." Y / N looked at the floor and nodded slightly. "Well then we'll meet again at the ceremony." Her mother left the room and Y / N set off a few minutes later. They stopped in front of the large doors of the throne room and Y / N looked one last time at Y / B / F, who smiled encouragingly at them. The doors opened and Y / N stepped gracefully into the crowded room. Thousands of eyes were on her, but Y / N’s gaze was on the floor, not brave enough to stand up to her soon-to-be husband. Finally she reached the altar and a hand reached out to her. Y / N gathered up their courage and looked into Prince Loki's ice-blue eyes. Reluctantly, she put her hand in his and started up the stairs. “Asgard residents. Residents of Alfheim. We have come together today to attend the Covenant for the Lives of Y / N and Loki… ”Thor, the new King of Asgard, began his speech, but Y / N could not take her gaze from Loki. "I know this marriage may not be voluntary for you, but I hope that one day you will be able to accept me as your husband." Loki spoke softly and quietly. It was unfamiliar to Y / N who had heard thousands of stories about Loki about how cruel he should be. She heard Loki being asked if he would take her to his wife. "Yes, I'll take Princess Y / N as my wife." Thor turned to Y / N and asked her the same question.

"Yes, I will take Prince Loki to my husband." The hall began to clap loudly, but for them the noise was far away. Y / N got dazed with how a ribbon was tied around Loki's and her hands and they were tied together for the evening by an old spell. Loki gently cupped her cheek and leaned over to her. He silently asked for her permission to kiss her, and Y / N granted her husband. His lips moved slowly with hers and Y / N kissed him back. The world seemed to vanish around the two of them as they kissed each other. Loki broke away from the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. He smiled slightly at her, and for the first time that day, she smiled sincerely back. Loki bandaged his fingers with hers and went together into the adjoining hall for the party. Y / N was glad that not too many people were there. The newly married couple accepted the congratulations from the guests and they hoped that it would soon be over. When the five dozen guests were about to congratulate them, Loki leaned over to Y / N. "Would you like to dance?" Loki asked, unable to keep a slight mischievous smile from his lips. Y / N smiled and nodded as Loki led them onto the dance floor. "I remember you, I met you when we were kids." Loki explained and Y / N smiled when she remembered. "You were the boy who turned the servant into a frog, weren't you?" Y / N asked with a laugh and Loki nodded with a grin.

"I hope you're not too disappointed to be my wife." Loki turned her around the ballroom. “I am not disappointed. In fact, I'm actually glad I'm married to you. ”Y / N explained and Loki raised his eyebrow in question. "Oh really?" Loki asked and Y / N nodded with a smile. He stopped on the dance floor. "I'll try to make you happy and be a good husband to you, Y / N" Loki leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. After several hours that they both spent at the festival, they said goodbye to their family and went to his rooms. Y / N was noticeably nervous when the doors of the room closed. Loki lifted her chin gently so that she was looking at him. "So?" Y / N bit her lip. "We won't do anything you don't want, Y / N." Loki promised and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Even if the people expect us to?" Y / N asked, holding his hand on her cheek. “I don't care about the people. You're my woman. I won't have sex with you tonight, I'll just hold you in my arms while we fall asleep. I'll wait as long as you need. ”Loki explained lovingly. "What if I want to consummate our marriage tonight?" Y / N looked seductively at him through her lashes. She stepped closer to him and placed her free hand on his chest.

"Are you sure?" Loki asked again, searching her eyes for the answer. Y / N nodded and bit her lip as she took turns looking from his eyes to his lips. He smiled before leaning over and kissing her tenderly. Loki put his arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. She felt his hard erection pressing against her. Loki turned her over, her right hand intertwined with his hand on her left side. He put his left hand on her neck and kissed Y / N's neck. Loki kissed her between her shoulder blades. His hand went down to the zipper of her dress and opened it. She was glad that her sleeve had a slit up to her shoulder and Loki only had to open a button, otherwise the band on her hands would have made it problematic. He pushed the dress down her body and it bundles up around her feet. She got out of her dress and was turned over by Loki. Y / N blushed when Loki looked at her body, only a pair of panties still covered her. "You are stunningly beautiful." Loki said. He caressed her upper arm affectionately and lifted her chin so she could look at him. "I can't believe how lucky I am that you are my wife." Loki kissed her and picked her up by the waist. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned into the kiss as his erection pressed against her clothed pussy. He carefully placed them on the dark green, silky paint. He gently pushed her legs apart and sat between them. Loki kissed her neck down to her breasts and took her nipple into his mouth. He massaged her other breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers as he sucked on her other nipple. Loki pulled away from her breasts and continued his way down. He kissed her stomach and lifted her leg over his shoulder and kissed the inside of her thigh down to her panties. Loki looked up and silently asked permission. When he found his answer, he pulled her panties over her legs and carelessly tossed them next to the bed. He ran his finger over the already wet crease of her pussy.

"Mhm ..." Y / N moaned softly and closed her eyes. Loki licked the juices off her finger. "By the norns, you taste delicious." He leaned down and began to lick her pussy as if he were a starving man. Y / N reached into his jet black hair as her husband licked it. She lifted her hips off the bed as he started sucking on her clit. Loki pushed two of his fingers into her tight pussy and began to thrust into her. "Oh ... Loki ..." Y / N's groans filled the room. She could feel the orgasm coming, but Loki pulled his fingers out of her pussy and grinned mischievously. His clothes disappeared in a green mist and her husband was naked. He crawled over her body and put her legs around his hips. Her two hands were intertwined next to Y / N's head. "Are you still sure?" He asked and Y / N nodded, not trusting her words. Loki moved his hips to find the entrance to her pussy and first pushed the tip of his cock into her. He thrust into her a little and with each thrust he pushed his cock a little more into her wet pussy. Y / N lifted her hips impatiently and let Loki slide into her in one quick thrust. He leaned his forehead against hers and they both gasped. Loki waited until Y / N had adjusted to him before he pulled his cock almost completely out of her pussy and only the tip remained in her. He thrust back into her just as slowly. "Faster ... Loki ..." Loki wrapped his free arm around Y / N and pushed harder and faster into her. He turned her over so she was sitting on top of him, her hands on Y / N's thighs. Loki picked her up and started poking her from that angle. He bumped her G-spot repeatedly and Y / N writhed against him.

"Norns, you're so tight around my cock." Loki groaned and buried his face in the crook of his wife's neck. He nibbled at the point between her ear and throat. Y / N scratched his back with her nails and it was clear to her that she would leave marks on his back. But she didn't care if anyone could see it, after all, he's her husband. He pushed hard into her and Y / N began to tighten around him, her body starting to shake uncontrollably. Loki felt that his wife was about to climax. He loosened his arm around her waist and began rubbing her clit. His cock thrust her pussy a few more times before it stiffened and came. However, Loki was far from finished and fucked her through her orgasm. "Oh ... God ... Loki." Y / N groaned and Loki smiled. "I may be a god, but I'm your husband too," he said mischievously, thrusting his cock hard into her. Loki began to pulse against her walls and rubbed her clit, quickly her second orgasm began to build up. "Come with me and let me fill you with my sperm and our marriage will begin to fill you with our offspring." Y / N groaned excitedly and this morning she wouldn’t have expected the idea of having Loki's child like that would be delighted. He poked her hard one last time and shot his hot cum into her pussy. Y / N came over his tail at the same moment. Loki pulled out of her and his sperm flowed down the inside of her thigh. The ribbon that had tied their hands together dissolved into a golden sheen and both looked at it intently. Y / N smiled at Loki, who smiled too. She kissed him quickly and Loki gently sat her down on the bed next to him as he quickly disappeared into the bathroom. After a few seconds he came back with a wet washcloth in his hands. He quickly wiped his cum off her thigh and pussy before throwing it next to him. Loki climbed back into the bed and pulled Y / N closer to him. She rested her head on his chest and started drawing small circles on his chest with her finger. "I hope I haven't been too rough with you?" Loki asked worriedly, looking down at her.

"Absolutely not, I really liked it." Y / N said and yawned wearily. "I think your chances are good that I will fall in love with you." "I think I might fall in love with you too." He pushed a strand of hair back from her face and kissed her forehead lightly before falling asleep too.

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Midnight In Paris - Scott x Reader (Surprise Character x Reader) - Words: 2418

You sat down at your computer with a sigh. You really needed to edit your post for today and reply to a few asks that had backed up on your Tumblr page. But instead you decided to work on a new project. You looked at your desk and nodded approvingly. "Ok! Coffee, music, blank document, photos from when I was 7, and photos from last summer. Ready!"

And that's why birds do it, bees do it

Even educated fleas do it

Let's do it, let's fall in love

Y/N took a deep breath as she stepped off the plane in Paris. She'd been here once before as a little girl but those memories had faded and the magic of Paris had been lost. "This I do remember," She muttered, crinkling her nose as the pungent smell of jet fuel filled her nostrils. She rushed through the airport wanting to get to her sightseeing plans as soon as possible. The hotel she'd made reservations at was small but quant. After checking out the room, dropping off her luggage, and freshening up a bit, she headed out into the city just in time to catch the golden sunset reflecting across the elegant architecture.

As she walked up and down cafe lined streets and avenues dotted with interesting shops, she couldn't help but wish she could have seen Paris in what's been called its heyday. Y/N laughed at her own line of thought, remembering the lesson of the movie she'd watched not 3 nights before. Midnight In Paris was one of her favorite movies. And it had one of her favorite actors too. Even if his screen time in it totalled only about 5 minutes and 34 seconds. https://youtu.be/yIcTbQj4bZw

Eventually, dinner time came so she stopped in a small cafe/bar to order a meal. "Mercí," She told the waiter after being seated. She decided to order some wine too, of course.

"Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle," Someone called out to her as she left the restaurant hours later. The wine had left Y/N substantially more tipsy than she expected after only a few glasses.

As she made her way back to the hotel, she giggled, thinking of the movie once again as a nearby clock struck twelve and marked a new day. Shaking her head, she told herself, "It's just a movie. Things like that don't happen in real life."

"Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle," A gentleman exclaimed, stumbling out of what seemed to be a small nightclub and bumping into her, knocking her to the ground.

"No problem," She replied, dusting herself off and standing. Glancing inside the bar, she saw it had an oddly warm and inviting atmosphere for such a loud place. Deciding that the night was still young, she walked in.

"Hello!" A young lady with a heavy southern American accent exclaimed, walking up to her. The air was smokey and there was an old song playing that Y/N knew she recognized but couldn't quite place. "Well don't you look different! Wearin' pants to a party like this! Don't worry, darlin'! You look just fine!" Y/N nodded silently, shocked at the woman's reaction.

"Women have been wearing pants for decades now!" Y/N thought to herself.

"Are you alright, darlin'?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Y/N replied quickly. She suddenly realized who the young woman was. Or at least looked like. "Pardon my confusion, but I'm afraid I had a bit more wine with my dinner than I had planned." She chuckled lightly and shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

"Nothing to apologize for," a man spoke up from behind her. "Zelda has a way about her that does that to people regardless of their sobriety." Y/N turned around and fought the urge to gasp in surprise. "Scott Fitzgerald," He said, holding out his hand. "A pleasure to meet you!" She reached out and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you too," She replied with a grin, seemingly unable to look away. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was just like the movie! "I'm Y/N," she finally said, still smiling at Scott.

"Well, I'll be off then. I've spotted quite a few interesting pursuits for the night, so," Zelda said with a smirk. "I'll be off!"

"Just be home at a reasonable-and she's gone," Scott sighed. He chuckled awkwardly and took a slow drag from his already lit cigarette. "My sister is bound to drive me to insanity one day!"

"Your sister?" Y/N exclaimed. Scott nodded, eyes lit up with amusement. They both laughed loudly and Y/N shook her head. "You do know most everyone else thinks you're married!"

"I have noticed people tend to assume that," He chuckled, leading her towards another group of people. "I'd like you to meet some friends of mine," He said. As Y/N followed him around the room, she found herself mostly stunned into silence at seeing each face that she'd come to know from rewatching Midnight In Paris a million times. She took a sip from the drink that had somehow found its way into her hands and glanced around the room as Scott was busy talking with someone she couldn't remember the name of.

"There's no way this is happening," She muttered to herself hours later. Laughing quietly, she shook her head. "I probably hit my head on the pavement and am having a concussion-induced/Paris-induced dream. And the wine probably didn't help. That's got to be it! Well, perhaps I should wake myself up now," She reasoned. Squinting at a clock, she figured the sun should be rising soon so she started making her way to the door.

"Leaving so soon?" Scott asked, grabbing her arm before she walked out.

"Yes," She sighed. "It was wonderful meeting you, Scott. Thank you for a lovely evening."

"Will you be around tomorrow? There's another party."

"I'll try to make it," Y/N replied, not wanting to disappoint him even if it was a dream. "Goodbye, Scott," She smiled. Gathering her courage, she stood on her tip-toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She turned away quickly and ran out the door. In her rush, she stumbled on an uneven part of the sidewalk and fell down.

"Are you ok?" A young lady asked a few moments later. Y/N looked up at the stranger and nodded embarrassedly.

"Yes, I just," she stopped mid-sentence when she turned and saw the bar she'd just walked out of was completely empty. "I just tripped," she said slowly. "Um, thank you."

"No problem," The girl smiled. "Au revoir!" She called out, continuing on her way.

Y/N went back to her hotel and took a brief nap to refresh herself for the day. Eventually, she put the night's events aside mentally and moved on with her plans. That is until she found 'the dress'. She was passing a line of boutiques and in the window of the last one was a Y/F/C 1920's style drop waist dress. It even had a matching hat and purse. Half an hour later, Y/N found herself back in the hotel room trying to get her makeup just right to match the outfit.

"I don't know what I'm doing," She told herself as she walked back to where she'd been the night before. Sitting on a bench across the street, she waited. For what exactly, she was not sure, but she knew she had to wait. Soon enough, the clock struck 12 midnight and, just like in the movie, an old car made its way down the street. Y/N was so distracted trying to look inside the vehicle that she didn't notice the change across the street.

"Y/N! Y/N, you came back!" Scott yelled as he and a few others came out of the bar. She ran across the street now that the car had passed to meet up with him, grinning like mad.

"Scott! I didn't-" she paused, chuckling lightly. "I didn't think I would see you again."

"Didn't I tell you there was another party tonight?" He asked, slightly confused. Y/N nodded, still grinning, and decided not to explain for now.

"Where are we off to?" She asked, linking arms with him. He smiled and they headed to one of the cars parked nearby. The night went by in a flash. Near morning, the group found themselves at a small cafe/bar. A few had already gone home and the rest were preparing to leave. Soon it was just Y/N and Scott left. She stared at him for a moment before shaking her head and laughing lightly.

"What's so funny?" He asked. "You know, you get the oddest look on your face sometimes. Like you've gone somewhere else," He commented.

"I have," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to be here," she said, gesturing around her. "Or even somewhere else, another time. And it's been wonderful! But you were right! A person really can't live in the past. It's just not possible."

"I'm not sure what I said to help you," He chuckled. "But it's funny, I have a character that should learn that lesson," Scott commented. "I'm working on the book right now but I think I've just gotten an idea from you. Thank you," He smiled.

"Oh! That's right!" Y/N said, realizing her favorite F. Scott Fitzgerald writing wasn't even released, and apparently not even finished yet.

"Perhaps we should be making our way home," He said, glancing outside at the rising sun. He stood and held his arm out for Y/N to hold. "Let me walk you?" She nodded and they headed outside into the crisp morning air. She pointed in the general direction of her hotel, wondering somewhat what would happen when they arrived. "Are you cold?" He asked her.

"No, I'm fi-" But before she could finish, he had already draped his jacket over her shoulders. "Thank you," Y/N replied, blushing brightly. She pulled the charcoal suit jacket around her, genuinely glad for it's warmth. When they were about a block away, she stopped, turning to look at him. "Scott," She sighed. "I can't come back. I'm afraid if I do-" she paused again, looking around at the beautiful city just starting to wake up. "I guess I should thank you. You've been so kind to me and I appreciate it. It made my visit to Paris so much better."

"I'm glad to hear that, Y/N," He replied. "I will miss you. But I am, at the very least, happy to have had the pleasure of meeting you." He leaned forward and kissed her gently, surprising Y/N. She closed her eyes and sighed into the kiss, trying to commit every feeling to memory. "Goodbye," She heard him say, one they separated. She didn't have the courage to open her eyes and watch him go however.

"Goodbye," Y/N finally whispered to herself when she opened her eyes and saw the city, modern and bustling all around her. Y/N wiped away the few stray tears and broke out into a run, wanting to get back to her hotel as fast as possible. As she rounded the last corner before the building, though, she collided with someone walking around the same corner. Y/N lost her balance, the person she ran into being much taller, and fell down. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. She was rushing to pick up the items she dropped when she saw a hand held out to her.

"It's alright," The man said. "No harm done. Now can I help you up?" He asked, smiling sweetly.

"I-uh, well, yes. Thank you," She stuttered. He helped her gather her things and handed them to her.

"Were you heading to the hotel?" He asked. Silently, she nodded, not trusting her own voice at this point. "Well, then, let me walk you back. I was heading there myself." He smiled at her as they started walking down the sidewalk. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Tom."

"Done!" You exclaimed. Letting out a sigh of relief. You had been needing to write that for a long time but you never quite felt up to it. "Holy crap!" You yelled, looking at the clock. It had taken much longer than you expected to write it. You knew your husband would be home shortly so you rushed out to start dinner.

"Honey! I'm home!" He called out, walking through the door. He was grinning like mad, obviously in a good mood if he was using such a cliche line on you.

"Hello, Tom," You smiled, as he came up behind you, giving you a hug. He peppered your neck with small kisses, making you giggle loudly. "Tom! Stop that!" You exclaimed, wriggling out of his arms. "I need to finish dinner."

"Alright, darling. I'll change then," He relented. A while later, once dinner was safely cooking in the oven, you heard him call out to you from the bedroom.

"What's wrong?" You asked, walking to the doorway. Then it hit you. You'd left the document open on your laptop which was on your desk in the bedroom.

"What's this?" He asked, pointing to your new writing.

"It's for the blog," You said honestly. He knew you had a Tumblr page, although he still refused to see what was posted about him on there. Just one mention of the site could still get him embarrassed.

"Yes but," He glanced at it again, brows furrowed. "That's not how it actually happened, is it?" He asked, quite confused. You chuckled and shook your head.

"Well now, I can't very well ask Scott to verify my story, can I?" You smirked.

"Of course not," He chuckled. "Although I must say you did an excellent job of adapting the story of how we first met!"

"Thank you, dear," You smirked, walking away to the walk-in closet you shared.

"What are you not telling me?" He asked suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing," You replied innocently. When you walked out of the closet you completely ignored Tom, whistling as you headed back to the kitchen.

"What is that you're wearing?" He called out, running after you. You laughed as he caught up with you in the living room. "Is that a new charcoal suit jacket?"

"It's not new, Tom, not new at all."

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the-ainsley-malcolm

chapter one

The clacking of the keyboard was all that could be heard in the office I shared with my writing partner, Patrick Dean. Patrick, now staring at me over the top of his computer as I typed. Me, trying desperately to ignore him. I hated when people watched me work like that. He knew this. We had the same script open, so he could’ve been watching them appear on screen instead. There was no real reason to make me intentionally uncomfortable. Unless you asked him, of course. He thought the pressure made me a better writer.

I sighed heavily as I finished the last line of dialogue and then folded my arms across my chest. I mouthed the line to myself a few times, barely audible even to my own ears. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked over my own laptop to meet his piercing green eyes. His lips were pursed. He didn’t like it. Ugh, he hated it. I could tell. If he liked it, he’d say something. Quiet meant bad.

My heart started to race uncomfortably. Under normal circumstances, someone else’s opinion of me and my work didn’t matter. I’d always stood by every single thing I’d written. Even if it made some people hate me. But this wasn’t normal. Nothing about my life was anymore. And Patrick was different. Patrick with his unruly mop of curly brown hair, expertly coiffed. The very same hair he was running his fingers through and pulling at the ends of in frustration. Patrick, who was lounging on the cream-colored sofa in the middle of our oversized office, surrounded by the off-white and beige accents that provided the perfect compromise between our individual ends of the room.

“What?” I hissed.

He tapped a finger to his nose a few times. I rolled my eyes. Great. That was his way of telling me it sucked. It was too ‘on the nose’. He was telling me I sucked. I huffed dramatically next and turned my navy blue velvet chair around until I faced the wall, my bare feet skimming the matching blue and white rug. And I couldn’t help but stare up at the four minimalistic-style art prints I’d spent hours obsessing over, each with its own deeply personal meaning, which were all hung on the wall with care and lined up with precision between the gold and marble bookcases.

“We can fix it on the plane,” he offered.

“I’m not going,” I returned.

“Dylan,” he sighed heavily, “I’m not doing this with you.” I didn’t need to turn around to know he’d taken off his round, wire-rimmed glasses and was pinching the bridge of his nose. “We don’t have time. You can pout all the way to London if you want, but it’s happening.”

I rocked my feet back and forth, the chair creaking in time with my movements as tears welled in my eyes quickly. I’m not a sensitive person. I never cry. Not at work. Around him, I couldn’t seem to help it. Like all my nerve endings were raw and exposed.

“I’m taking our bags to the car,” he announced, standing up behind me. “Kevin’s been waiting two days already. We can’t make him wait anymore.”

“Oh, come on now. Feige would wait forever for her,” a voice called from the doorway.

My face lit up before I could stop myself as Jon Favreau’s voice washed over me. When I turned my head to the left, a full-fledged grin crept across my features. He gave me a wink, and I sent up a silent prayer that he hadn’t been standing there long.

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destiny led me to you | loki

pairing - loki laufeyson x female reader

synopsis - driven by the heartbreak of losing your entire world by the hands of thanos, you set out to find him, leaving destruction in your path in multiple universes; thus creating a horde of branches in the timeline and catching the attention of the TVA.

but you would do it all again if it meant you could see him once more.

notes - this is hopefully going to be a series, depending on the feedback i receive, i plan to follow the episodes only slightly because i dont want it to be an exact copy of the show.

[THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR LOKI SERIES]

idea credit ( @horrorisunknowntoyou ) thank you for the inspo and allowing me to run with it!

warnings - death, violence, angst, and possible smut (in later chapters?)

wc - 2.4k

MASTERLIST • AO3

"Dread it, run from it. Destiny arrives all the same." A wrinkled hand reaches for your chin, running prune colored fingers along your jawline, doting; mockingly.

agentofkrypton

Tom Hiddleston headcanon, of him pinning you against the bed, and tickling you, and then all of the sudden pulling you into a passionate kiss

playful afternoons — tom

warnings || first time writing tom hiddleston, kinda anxious about it, implied smut, nipple play, lots of titty sucking

Tom’s hands covered your wrists, pinning your arms against the soft grey sheets of your shared bed. His body weight felt nice against your body, hands coming to dance against your sides to make you squirm with a very loud laugh. He liked afternoons where you could just enjoy each other, especially when he had you pressed under him in only a pretty bralette and panties. It was by far his favorite look.

“Oh what a beautiful noise,”He chuckled, face hovering over yours with a playful smirk. You screamed with giggle, torturing to push him away but he was far stronger than you.

His hands fall beside your head, giving you just a moment to breathe before his lips are slotted against yours. Tom caged you under his mouth, his touch soft and sweet with a sense of urgency. While he was a perfect gentleman, he also commanded dominance and you were more than willing to follow his every demand.

Tom was eager with you, feeding into you like you were his vice, an addiction he never wanted to give up. He needed the air you breathed as if he would die without your affections.

You gasped out, his lips leaving yours with a distracted mind. His nose bumped against your jaw, mouth finding the way down your neck and shoulders.

His stubble tickled your skin, scratching at the soft skin while his wet lips trailed over your collarbones. A small whimper left your lips when you feel his teeth just barely graze your flesh.

“Tommy...”You whined, hand threading into his hair with a heavy pant. He just smiled against your chest, shushing you before his hands are slipping behind your back against the sheets. It took one swift motion for him to unclasp you bra. Tom threw the lace fabric across the room, his calloused hands massaged over the flesh swells while he licked down the valley of your breast.

He was happiest between your breasts, wet tongue tracing over the perky nubs until they hardened around his touch. You rutted your hips up against when his mouth encompassed your nipple, his saliva making a mess of your breasts. He suckled on you, hand pinching at your other sensitive bud.

Your eyes had fluttered close, whining when you felt him rock his clothes crotch against you. He liked teasing you like this, bring you to the edge right before you’re about to reach bliss just by playing with your pretty breasts and rutting against you.

“You’ve got such perfect tits, petal...”Tom rasped, switched to the other breast to give both his girls all the love. He squeezed your tits with a smirk, taking your nipple into his mouth again before biting teasingly at the bud. It made you jolt and rub yourself against him harder, chasing that pleasure that ripped through you every time your clit caught against him perfectly.

Tom sighed out pleasantly, now biting and sucking at your pretty tits until they were marked with his love.”All mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,”You breathed out, trying to find your voice with a flustered look on your face. You were throbbing between your thighs, squeezing him between your thighs.”Tom, please, I need you, baby.”

“Ask politely and maybe I’ll fuck that pretty little cunt of yours,”Tom whispered, licking back up your neck and kissing at your jaw.

“Please, sir...”

“Good girl, now how about we ties these pretty little wrists of yours, wouldn’t want you to touch yourself now, would we?”

Oh, he had a way of making the afternoons your favorite time of day.

renova-writes

The Silver Shadow

Summary: You and Loki escape and grow closer. You reveal secrets about your past.

Word Count: 3,368

Warnings: Fluff, language, violence

Tags: @daisy116 @shadowolf993 @darkened-writer

Other Chapters: masterlist

A/N: Again I’m so sorry. Twilight is getting to me. This chapter is super long (longest yet) and is basically 3k words of fluff so enjoy. Loki and Y/N are becoming friends and falling for each other! Also, you’ll never guess what Y/N is. JK, you probably do. This fic is full of 2013 avengers tower cliches.

Chapter 7: Just Tell Me What You Know

The moment was here. It was now or never. You and Loki gave each other a quick glance before green magic surged out of his hands, shattering the glass walls of the cells.

Alarms blared. The lights flashed. Chaos ensued.

“Loki, let’s split up! I’ll meet you in the alleyway” you yelled to him and ran out of the prison block. Soldiers came running, one by one, fully armed, to try and stop you. You hid behind a column on the side of the hallway. When the first one passed you, you hit him with a side hook and sent him tumbling to the ground. You grabbed his supply belt and his gun and shot him in the leg. You weren’t going to kill anyone today.

Loki had other plans. You could hear the sounds of blood splattering on the walls behind you. Soldiers with families screamed and begged for mercy. You tried to focus on your attackers and just let Loki fight his fight.

One by one, you got through the incoming soldiers, knocking them in the head and shooting them in arms or legs to disable them. You made your way to the stairwell.

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“What’s happening?” Tony yelled at Steve. Some of the off-duty Avengers decided to have a game night. Tony was drunk and Clint had passed out on the sofa. Wanda and Nat were on a mission, leaving Steve as the only one sober enough to go to battle.

“Loki! Y/N! Shit!” Steve cursed, realizing who was causing the disturbance.

“Language!” Tony taunted.

“Now’s not the time, Stark.” he scolded, “Are you drunk?”

“Maybe just a little. JARVIS,” Tony hiccuped, “How bad is it?”

“Sir, Loki, and Y/N have broken out of containment and are almost to the ground floor.” the computer answered, “Although I recommend you sit this one out, sir, you are quite intoxicated.”

Ignoring JARVIS’ answer, Tony summoned his armor and attempted to fly. Instead, he lost control and nearly crashed into the window, dodging it at the last second to hit the wall and crumple down to the floor.

“Go on without me” he laughed at Steve and fell unconscious. Steve jumped into action, grabbing his shield and sprinting to the stairwell. He jumped down the middle and fell down to the bottom where you were attempting to escape.

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You had fought your way to the stairwell and now had to climb up five flights of stairs to get to the ground floor. The only problem was that soldiers dressed in full battle gear were streaming down to meet you.

Instead of running up the stairs, you ran to the middle of the stairwell and shot the grappling hook you found up until it hit something and latched on. You began your ascent, shooting anyone that shot at you.

Once you felt that you were at street level, you jumped onto the stairs, latching your legs around the neck of an unfortunate soldier. You twisted around and slammed him to the ground. Not even looking back, you ran to the door. It was marked as the first floor. Though not the ground floor that would exit to street level, it would work.

You ran out into the hallway as fast as you could and sprinted to the nearest window. You ran into scientists in lab coats and professionals dressed in suits and ties but you kept on.

Come on Y/N, Come on… Just get out of here…

Then you saw it. A window. Without hesitation, you jumped through it, shattering the thick glass. You and the glass fell to the sidewalk. You rolled and paused for a moment.

I’m free!...

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Steve knew he was too late the moment he got to the scene. He walked over to the prison where you and Loki had been kept to examine what happened. Somehow, he could tell where you and Loki had split up. On one side, there were soldiers shot in their limbs, unconscious, but beginning to stir. On the other, blood-stained bodies lay dead. That was where Loki went, Steve was sure.

He pressed on his comlink to notify the soldiers that it was over. He sighed in disappointment.

How were they ever going to get you back?

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Trash littered the dark alleyway. Rats scurried away from their midnight meal when they saw you walking down. You made it halfway down before you felt hot air tickle your neck.

“Hello, there darling” Loki’s soft voice whispered from behind.

You turned to face him. Somehow, he had changed his clothes from the ugly yellow prison jumpsuit. He was now wearing an emerald green silk button-up shirt, a black tie, pressed black trousers, and a large black leather overcoat. He wore expensive-looking heeled boots and gold jewelry hung off of his wrists and neck. You had to admit, he looked very nice. Too nice.

“Couldn't you have worn something less conspicuous?” you asked. This was New York City and you needed to blend in.

Loki flashed his pearl white teeth at you and smiled. “Would you rather me look homeless?”

“No-”

“Then I don’t see the problem,” he smirked. “Are you jealous? I have to say, that yellow still doesn’t flatter you.”

“Not all of us have magic, Loki. Some of us are still human.”

“I suppose you're right. Here you go then” He sighed and flicked his wrist. Green shimmered up your body and you were suddenly wearing normal clothes. You were dressed in a long-sleeved green dress that matched his shirt and dripping in gold jewelry. Loki stood back aways to admire his work.

“There,” he said contently, “we match now.”

You wished that he had dressed you in something more appropriate for your lifestyle. Jeans, at the very least. Still, you were thankful for his fashion tastes. The two of you matched. The average passersby would hopefully assume that you were two socialites on their way to some fancy restaurant. How wrong they would be.

You eyed him up cautiously. Why was he helping you out? Wasn’t the deal that he healed you and you helped him escape. The two of you were free. He should be on his way to wherever he wanted to go. You should be alone again and hiding in a safe house somewhere outside of the city. Y/N Y/L/N worked alone and you were desperate to keep it that way. You hadn’t had a partner since Bucky and that had gone downhill quickly.

Even if you wanted a partner, you didn’t want it to be Loki. From stories, you knew he had betrayed almost everyone. Even his family. You couldn’t take that chance. You barely knew him. He was the one who got you in trouble in the first place.

But still, there was something about Loki that made you want to stay near him. In your time locked up next to him, you had gotten used to having a God near you. The thought of splitting up felt painful. And you hated it.

“Are you okay? Y/N?” Loki asked, interrupting your thoughts. You hoped he hadn’t heard the battle your mind was having over him.

“Can I ask you something?” you said.

“Sure. What is it?” he said curiously.

“Why are you still here?”

“Would you rather me not? I thought our agreement was you would break me out, and I would continue my services as your personal healer. Haven’t I proven myself useful?”

“You have. I just-” you paused.

“What is it?”

“Nevermind. Let's just find someplace to hide.”

He offered his arm to you. You stared him in the eye before accepting. You could have sworn he was looking at you differently. The way he guided you down the alley and onto the street… he was such a gentleman.

In your close proximity, you could smell his cologne. Even after all the time in a prison cell, he still smelled expensive. Hints of pine and leather were coming through to you under a layer of burnt sugar and sweet smoke. It was intoxicating, yet comforting. You suddenly had the urge to lay your head on his chest just to bathe in it.

As you got lost in your thoughts, you almost missed the glances Loki gave you.

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Y/N. That’s all Loki could think about. The girl that had given him his freedom. The girl he had dressed in his colors and was now walking down fifth avenue. There was just something about you that drew him in and was now making it impossible to let go.

Loki had loved before. He was over a thousand years old, of course, he’d loved. But none of them ever lasted. It was like he was born with a curse; everyone he cared about would either hate him or end up dead. His entire life, he had lost love after love after love, to the point where he now found it fruitless. Why bother when it wouldn’t last. It was just going to break him further anyways.

But you. Oh, how Loki needed you. From the first time, he felt your presence he wanted to make you his queen. At first, he was just attracted to your power. Now, after meeting you in the flesh, his feelings had changed, dramatically.

Loki wanted to be with you and he was willing to do anything to stay. The only thing standing between him being with you forever was you. You were just so stubborn, Loki didn’t understand. It was almost as if you didn’t trust him and were just waiting for the moment you could wiggle out from under him. Who wouldn’t? He was used to it by now. He just wished it wasn’t you that felt that way. He wanted you to love him, to trust him. To be the yin to his yang. His queen.

He got so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed your secret glances at him.

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The sun was just breaking through the horizon when you found an abandoned warehouse to hide in. Graffiti painted the steel walls and pigeon droppings littered the concrete around it. All of the windows were either broken or boarded up. The only entrance was the set of double doors that were padlocked shut.

Without hesitation, Loki walked over and grabbed half of the chain in each hand. With a brute grunt, he ripped the chain in half and threw the pieces to the side. He pushed open one of the doors and held it open for you to walk in.

Such a gentleman… Absolutely not…

The inside of the warehouse was no nicer than the outside. Broken glass, trash, and bird droppings coated the concrete floors. The graffiti snaked up as high as the average human could reach and the whole building stunk like mildew and urine. Disgusted from the sharp contrast in smell between Loki and the building, you squished up your nose. Loki did the same. The way he wrinkled his nose was adorable. Inside you smiled at him. As much as he tried to project a dark psychopathic killer, there was still something inside him that you loved.

“Let’s get you somewhere to rest. Midgardian.” The first half of the sentence sounded almost caring. It was as if he threw in the insult just to sound tough. Somehow you didn’t mind.

In the end, he found some sacks of what smelled like rotten potatoes and made them up into two beds. One for you, and one for him. As he worked, you searched for something to start a fire with. You found an old oil barrel which you dragged out to be in between the beds and tore some wood off of a broken structure. Loki lit it with his magic and for a while, you watched the green flames dance around.

Loki gazed intently into the fire and looked far off in thought.

“Loki,” you whispered softly to him, waking him from his trance.

“Yes, Y/N, what is it?” he responded, equally as gentle, though slightly annoyed. You wondered what he had been thinking about. What if it was you? Your heart fluttered at the very thought.

“I-I, I don’t think you meant it when you said you enjoyed killing.”

“You don’t.” he sounded confused, yet relieved. As if someone had finally broken through his ice wall and rescued him from himself.

“No.” you shook your head, “I think you just put on a scary face to hide. I don’t think you’re a monster. Not anymore.”

“Why.”

“You seem genuinely kind. To me at least. That means there’s some good in you.”

“What if you’re wrong.”

“I don’t care then. The Loki that is sitting across from me is not the Loki that attacked New York.”

He smiled. A log in the fire fell sending sparks flying into the air. Was that a sign that he felt the way that you did?

“Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there lived two young princes in a faraway kingdom.”

“Is this story about you?” you asked.

“Maybe. Let me continue” Loki hushed, “The oldest brother, blond and brawny, was destined to the throne. Thus, he received all his father’s, the king, attention. He grew into a strong warrior, the best that the kingdom had ever seen since his father before him. The second brother did not share his brother’s strength. On the battlefield, it seemed, he could be easily defeated.

“So the second brother was ignored by his father. Only his mother, the queen, seemed to care for him. She was a magic-user, a witch some would call her. She taught her youngest son all she knew about magic and the universe around her. However, the son was still limited in his abilities, he yearned for knowledge and was desperate for the truth. However, he discovered early on that no one else was willing to teach him. He found that the only way to earn anyone’s attention was to create mischief.”

“Is that where you got your title, God of Mischief?” you asked.

“Yes,” he answered. “Now will you stop interrupting me?”

“What if I have a question?”

“Save it for the end.”

“Okay.”

“The young prince played tricks on anyone foolish enough to fall into his traps. Over time, he gained the reputation of being cruel and malevolent. No one in the entire kingdom trusted him anymore. The youth, treated with such bitterness and hostility, decided that there was nothing that he could do to change their minds so he might as well just follow their lead. He would never be king. He’d never be his brother. He’d never be a hero. What else was left?

“The young prince decided that he could be a witch. He could be a villain. He could be a trickster, a schemer, the self-serving God of Chaos, and prove everyone right. Prove them all right in what they had all thought, that he was rotten from the start. He would serve no man but himself, no heart but his own. That would be his choice. He could be the witch.

“Be the witch and know everything. So that is what he chose.”

The final words of Loki’s story sent shivers down your spine. You knew that he only told you that story so you might feel some fear towards him, but none came. Instead, you found empathy towards him.

All he had known his entire life was cruelty. Of course, he was going to turn out bad. But that didn’t mean he was. Right there, you made the decision to treat Loki with nothing but kindness and respect. He deserved it after all.

“I’m so sorry Loki. The world can be cruel.”

“Isn’t it? Anyways, I’ve grown past it. Nothing people say affects me any more.”

That was a lie. You could see it in his face. You remembered the silent pain in his face when you had called him a monster, unbeknownst to his past, and was suddenly filled with regret.

I guess it’s true then… You should never judge a book by its cover…

As cliche as it sounded, you knew in your heart that it was right. Loki wasn’t a psychopath or a cold-blooded sadist. Just a fallen prince with terrible coping mechanisms.

And then suddenly, to the surprise of both Loki and yourself, you began singing to him. It wasn’t anything special, just a lullaby that you remembered someone singing to you as a young child.

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Y/N is singing to me Loki thought. His heart hammered in his chest. He fought his eyes from watering and body from trembling. The song you were singing was one his mother used to sing to him and Thor as children. Your voice, like hers, sounded like an angel's.

It wasn’t until the third verse that he joined in. He noticed the shock in your voice when his light sweet voice came in. You sang with him until the end, holding the last note a little longer than necessary.

“How do you know that song?” it seemed you asked each other at the same moment.

“I remember someone singing it to me when I was a kid,” you answered first.

“That’s what my mother used to sing to me and Thor. It’s an old Asgardian folk song, how do you know it?” Loki asked.

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Asgardian folk song!? How? You had never been to Asgard in your life or met any Asgardian until Loki. Hell, you didn’t even know Asgard existed until a few years ago. No one did. It was impossible. Unless…

It was true, you didn’t know your parentage. But the very notion that you could be Asgardian was ridiculous. Wouldn’t you know that you were a God?

“Y/N, are you Asgardian?” Loki asked. Of course, he asked.

“No.” you answered quickly, “I mean, I don’t know.”

“How wouldn’t you know”

“I don’t know Loki.” your voice was full of sadness and shame. To not even know who you were…

“I think that a story might be fitting right about now” Loki urged.

“There’s not much to tell,” you admitted.

“Just tell me what you know.” he assured, “I’ll sing to you when you’re done.”

“Once upon a time,” you began. Then stopped, “do I have to do that, it seems silly.”

“Not if you don’t want to,” Loki reassured.

“Okay then,” you said and began your story, “ I don’t know who I am, where I came from, or why I do what I do. All I know is that I was left in the care of a Russian militant group in 1909. I murdered Rasputin for money and have had an endless supply of jobs since.

“I have killed two hundred and thirty-one men, women, and children for money in my one hundred and four years on Earth. I have no idea how the fuck I have stayed alive that long. Or how I’ve barely aged a day since 1920. Every single day, I wake up thinking that it is going to be my last one. That I’m going to be captured and killed today. I’ve never had a normal life. I will never have a normal life. I will die a murderer. Alone. And no one will care.

“There will be no one in the entire world that will mourn me. The United Nations will have my corpse burn and will dance on my ashes. My death will be an international holiday. A day for governments to celebrate the death of their nightmare. That is who I am. A nightmare. And I hate it.”

You didn’t realize you were crying or that Loki was sitting next to you hugging your shoulders until he spoke.

“I am so sorry,” he said to you with the utmost sincerity. “I promise, Y/N, that I will help you find out who you are. And I swear to you, Y/N I will mourn you. With all of my heart.”

Loki laid you down and stroked your Y/H/C locks as he sang to you. You drifted off listening to him sing, knowing in your heart, that he would protect you.

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𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎! loki laufeyson x reader

summary: as agent mobius’ esteemed assistant, you’ve encountered your fair share of time variants. none, however, are quite like loki.

word count: 2.2k words

author’s note: as there’s A LOT to get through with this episode, i’ve decided to split it into two parts! sorry if this is a bit of a filler chapter because of that but i feel like you learn a lot more about the reader. i hope you like it and if you’ve enjoyed it, pls let me know – nothing motivates me more than feedback!!

other parts: chapter one chapter two

“How long am I going to have to watch you trying to hit that thing?” You announce to Loki, your tone dry and unamused as you fold your arms in front of your chest. There’s no dispute that your patience is growing critically thin; only the question of how long before it wears out entirely.

When Mobius had assigned you to give Loki a rundown on the TVA , you presumed he’d done so to offer you a break from the usual rigorous labour – yet, if anything, tutoring Loki is your most tedious job at the TVA to date.

peterbarnes

Maybe

Summary: Takes place in episode 1 of Loki. You work at the TVA, but everything changes one day when a new variant shows up.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Reposting this b/c last time it didn’t end up in any of the tags and it flopped. Here’s to hoping my account won’t glitch again 🥂

Masterlist

The TVA halls were always eerily quiet. You used to be uncomfortable making your way through them, constantly looking behind your shoulder. But after being in the agency for- god, you don’t even know how long- it didn’t seem to bother you anymore. At least it didn’t now, as you ran through them, desperately trying to hold onto the piles of documents in your hands.

You didn’t expect to have such a prominent variant case come by you today until Hunter B-15 stormed into your office in full armor.

“Mobius is trying to reason with the variant. Get in there and fix it,” she said, slamming the pile of documents on your desk before turning around and leaving.

“Well, uh, okay then.”

You picked up the documents in front of you, carefully skimming through them before stopping at the first image you saw. It was of a lean man with smooth, pale skin and dark hair that flowed down right above his shoulders. His eyes, however, were what made you stop reading. They had a certain mischievous glint in them, almost a sparkle, even with the somewhat uncertain look on his face.

“No way,” you whispered as you scanned over his face again. “What the hell is the God of Mischief doing here?”

You’ve never run to see a variant before, but you had to see this. Once you reached Mobius’ office, you were completely out of breath, leaning on the pale beige wall beside you. You went to open the door and walk in, but stopped as you heard muffled voices.

“And then the Dark Elves attack the palace, and you think you send them to Thor. But instead, you lead them right to her.”

“I don’t believe you. You’re lying. It’s not true.”

“It is true. That’s the proper flow of time! And it happens again, again, and again because it’s supposed to, because it has to.”

“Where is she?!”

You took a step back from the doors to where you can’t hear, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You could easily tell Mobius’ voice, it was strong and firm. But the other… you’d never heard a voice that tortured before. It was almost reminiscent of a scared child.

You stepped back towards the door, putting your ear on it.

“You weren’t born to be a king, Loki. You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That’s how it is, that’s how it was, that’s how it will be.”

“I thought I told you to get in there!” A voice booms from behind you.

You jump, quickly turning around to find B-15 behind you, a stern look on her face.

“S-Sorry, I was about to, I just got distracted-” you squeaked out.

“Move,” she said. You quickly stepped to the side, as she threw open the doors and barged into the room.

“What are you doing?” You heard her say as you peaked into the room behind her.

You’ve seen interrogation rooms plenty of times before, but you’ve never seen a hologram of the Avengers blown up in the middle of it. How do they always look so cool?

“My job. Is it yours to interrupt?” Mobius shot back, eyes glancing to your position by the door. “Oh hey, [Y/N], you working for her department now?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, turning back towards the three of them. And, for the first time since you got there, Loki looked at you, light eyes boring into your own. His expression was stone cold and unreadable, the scared child you’d heard in his voice nowhere to be seen.

“I, um, no, I just wanted to, uh, check out the var- situation. I wanted to check out the situation.” Your words just tumbled out with no coherency, causing heat to rush to your face. Your eyes dropped to the floor quickly, so you didn’t see Loki’s eyebrows slightly raise as he watched you.

“Anyway,” B-15 grumbled, rolling her eyes. “We have a situation.”

“There’s always a situation,” Mobius sighed, before turning to you. “Watch him.”

“Yes, sir,” you said back, giving him a weak salute.

You stepped further into the larger room as Mobius and B-15 made their ways out, the door slamming behind them.

“And who are you?” Loki questioned, crossing his arms.

“Oh,” you let out, surprised he actually talked to you. “I’m [Y/N]. I help Mobius with dangerous variants, but I’m not a field agent, I mostly research sequence violations and do paperwork.”

“Hmm,” he huffed.

There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the two of you. It thickened the air. You wanted to say something, but you didn’t know exactly how to go about a conversation with someone who wasn’t a co-worker.

“Y-You know, I heard what he said to you… about your mom.” You saw his shoulders tense and his face grimace. Okay, [Y/N], maybe not the best first impression. “He didn’t really mean it, though. He’s a nice person, but he’s also a trained agent. If you want answers, the best way to get them is by sparking an emotional reaction. It’s one of the first techniques agents are taught here”

Loki’s brows furrowed as he took in your words.

“That makes sense, I guess,” he said, shrugging. But he still looked incredibly uncomfortable, his arms crossed as if to protect himself as he scanned the unfamiliar room for an escape.

You sighed, walking over to the red chairs and taking a seat right beside him. His eyes no longer had the mischievous glint you saw in the photo- they looked haunted.

“There’s no point in looking for some sort of escape, you’re not gonna find one.”

His eyes snapped towards yours, glaring at you.

“We’ll see about that,” he scoffed. “And when I escape, I’m going to burn this place to the ground.”

“Oh, please, will you stop with all that conquering shit? Just because your life isn’t what you thought it was, doesn’t mean you don’t have a glorious purpose,” you told him, badly emulating his accent towards the end.

“Don’t mock me.” He tried to say intimidatingly, but there was no malice behind it. Instead, he ended up letting out a breathy chuckle.

“You had people that loved you,” you said softly. “I think that’s one of the best things time can give. But I don’t think that’ll ever happen for me here.”

Loki’s eyes trailed over your face, fully taking you in for the first time. He spent a good moment looking at you, at the longing expression on your face.

“How long have you been here?” He asked, his voice matching your softness.

“Too long,” you laughed before rubbing your eyes. “ It could be hundreds of years, thousands? Or maybe even a week, who knows. Time works so differently here”

There was a long beat before he responded. “I’m sure you’ll find someone.”

You smiled at him and you swore you could see the corners of his lips slightly lift.

“If it helps,” Loki started, his voice rising again to its previous grandiose state. “It looks like I’ll be here for a while…” He trailed off, his tone now playful.

You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at his words. His smirk turned into a full-blown grin at the sound. He couldn’t help but think that he’d happily listen to it for the rest of eternity, even if he had to stay in this hideous beige jumpsuit.

“Maybe, Loki. Maybe.”

lokiskitten

Tom Hiddleston | stepdad issue

stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : after spending an evening with his friends, your stepfather comes home with alcohol running through his veins and accidentally mistakes your room for your mother’s. You find yourself trapped in bed with the man, who progressively begins to appear more and more eager regarding his lustful thoughts.

warnings : mention of drinking, slightly drunk Tom, stepdad x stepdaughter intercourses, age gap, unprotected sex, and y’all can visualize the rest

After spending a relaxing evening with his friends at a nearby pub, Tom was now making his way home in order to finish his night in a decent place. In fact, the man hadn’t moved in to live with your mother, but he would simply show up once in a while and stay for an evening or two before going back to his own apartment. You enjoyed seeing your mother happier than ever. Tom was a nice man who often made you laugh, and you therefore didn’t feel bothered by the way he organized his visits.

After managing to silently open the front door, Tom stepped inside of the house before closing the door behind himself. He took his jacket and shoes off before making his way upstairs, darkness and blurry vision leading him to mistaken your room for your mother’s. Besides, the couple of beers he had drank with his friends were also contributing to the handicapping side effects he held. Again, Tom made sure to walk inside of the place on the tip of his toes, trying his best to remain as silent as he could to make sure he wouldn’t wake up the woman he believed was his girlfriend : your mother.

Darkness, and the alcohol he had formerly swallowed, unfortunately held him back from noticing that the young being laying down in bed wasn’t his romantic partner but her own daughter- and that he wasn’t located in your mother’s room but yours. After unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, Tom then removed his pants which led him to remain in his comfortable briefs. A tired sigh escaped his lips as he opened the covers before laying down by your side- his body turned towards yours as his muscular arm wrapped around your chest.

If you had managed to remain asleep for now, this gesture officially woke you up whilst putting you through a state of confusion on the same occasion. It took you a couple of long seconds to understand that it was none but your mother’s boyfriend laying down behind your half naked self, and the feeling of his warm thighs brushing against yours easily allowed you to acknowledge that he was half naked himself. Gasping anxiously, you remained silent and motionless whilst Tom shifted his body closer to yours in order to press his crotch against your panties clad bum.

This unexpected gesture sent you in a state of great panic and fear, your mind being unable to properly react as you felt like it was now too late to do anything about this situation. The scent of alcohol in his breath allowed you to understand that he was probably semi drunk, which in fact gave you an answer to most of the questions you’ve been asking yourself. Tom must’ve mistaken your room for your mother’s, and was now laying in bed with you believing that he was squeezing his rightful girlfriend in his arms.

The sensation of lips pressing against your neck dragged you out of your thoughts, eyes widening slightly as Tom’s remained entirely closed. Though his orbs were kept useless, the older man progressively began to press you harder against his body with the help of his strong arm resting onto your chest. It didn’t take long for the two of you to become a human sandwich, your legs interlocking as Tom’s hand now began to praise your breasts. “Mmh.. I want you..” he affirmed on a sleepy tone, yet which remained lustful enough to allow you to understand that he was determined to start an intercourse on the instant.

Gasping anxiously, you couldn’t help but heat up face to his statement- and that even if you knew that it wasn’t originally destined to you. For an instant, you began to realize that the reason to why you hadn’t pulled away yet was because you secretly wished to be in that position, to feel his arms wrap around you as his hardness would penetrate your sensitive core. You had always envied your mom for laying her hands on such a handsome partner, but now was your chance to get a taste of her daily medicine.

“Mmh.” You simply responded, fearing that any words would’ve betrayed the fact that you weren’t your mother. Tom smirked, his hand easily flipping your body over so that it would face his stronger and larger one. The fact that he still hadn’t tilted regarding the situation felt unbelievable- yet you wouldn’t be the one to complain. His lips pressed against yours in a lazy manner, hands roaming your waist and back as his crotch began to grind against yours. The hardness hiding within his briefs was soon to be felt against your sensitive cunt, a couple of moans escaping your lips as you allowed Tom to toy with your young body.

On another hand, the older man felt absolutely ravished that the person he believed was his partner had accepted to engage an intercourse with him- as alcohol led his libido to overflow. He pulled his briefs down, allowing his hard member to spring free and bump against your stomach- a gasp escaping your lips face to this unexpected feeling. Though you were left no time to space out as you were dragged back into reality when Tom took the initiative to roll on top of you. His hand pulled down onto the strap of your tank top, revealing one of your breasts which bounced due to the movement.

The gentleman bent over and took your nipple in his mouth, suckling and licking onto the hardening bud before sitting up on his knees in order to remove your panties. After carelessly tossing them to the side, and with a smirk on his face, the rather exhausted male allowed his chest to collide with yours again. This overall situation felt like a gift from the gods to you : getting to spend a night in the arms of your stepfather you had longed for since a while now. Whenever he kissed you, you found yourself kissing him back- not once thinking about what repercussions this intercourse would have on your mother and their relationship later on.

A raspy moan escaped Tom’s lips as he allowed his tip to penetrate your entrance, his forehead resting against yours as the heavy breath he held generously shared the taste of alcohol with your nose. You moaned painfully, your walls stretching as the older man’s member slid inside of you. The excessive amount of groans and moans coming from Tom seemed suspicious at first, but he soon enlightened you regarding this subject. “Fuck.. you’re so much tighter than usual...” the grown man confessed, indirectly giving you unwanted details about your own mother’s physical characteristics.

Thankfully, the pleasure it brought you to feel his hips grind against yours like a snake easily managed to brush all of those intrusive thoughts away. Your arms wrapped around his back, feeling how hard it actually was which allowed you to imagine the amount of work he put in keeping his body toned. You secretly wished you would’ve been able to see more of his abdominals, yet darkness and time held you back from receiving such treatment. High pitched moans escaped your lips as the man would go balls deep every time, attempting to get further in every time he thrusted.

Meanwhile, the drunk man was simply attempting to drive himself to his orgasm in the most primal way he could afford- especially as the beers he formerly drank were seriously beginning to hurt his brain and affects his stamina. Hisses and pants escaped his lips, his hips still rocking against yours whilst his forearms remained underneath your neck. Your foreheads were still pressed against one another as your stepfather reached his climax, desperate moans coming out of his mouth which once again allowed you to get an unwanted smell of his breath.

Even if this certainly wasn’t your first time in bed, you found yourself discovering new sensations you’ve never dared to near before. In fact, no boy your age had managed to provide you such emotions but Tom was now catching up for all of those nights you had wasted away- and you felt grateful for that. For a temporary amount of time, you got to discover how it felt to be taken care of by an older man, even if this situation was nothing but a huge misunderstanding. Your arms remained wrapped around his body as if you were never going to let go, head buried in the crook of his warm neck.

Soon enough, the first symptoms of climax began to build up within Tom’s crotch. His thrusts and grinds were becoming sloppier, his hand resting against your cheek as it seemed as if driving himself until the end resembled the most painful torture he’s ever known. The darkness thankfully held you back from noticing more awkward details, though all you seemed able to focus on was the good work he was providing your sensitive genitals. The feeling of his balls pressing against your entrance was blissful, especially as it allowed you to feel them throb and twitch when the older man finally came.

“Fuck.. me!” Tom cursed painfully, your body remaining obediently lying underneath his larger silhouette. Again, you didn’t dare to move nor speak up as you simply allowed the older man to ride away his orgasm, a couple of whimpers coming out of your mouth as Tom carried on grinding his hips against yours. Though your mother was on the pill, you weren’t, which was now something you were going to be forced to worry about as the male had just released his semen against your cervix. Though, for now, this detail was the least of your problems.

After pulling out in the laziest way, the man’s body fell down beside yours, his eyelids already being closed as he began to snort against the pillow. You could tell that he was tired and therefore refrained from bothering him, your arm simply wrapping around his body and earning a cuddle from Tom who allowed you to snuggle against his chest. He hummed tiredly, his hips still slightly humping the air as his crotch remained sensitive from the intercourse the two of you just had. This position filled you with bliss, a smile appearing on your face as you allowed yourself to fall asleep in his presence without bothering to think about what would happen tomorrow morning.

Fuck stepdad AUs make me so weak PLS. I hope y’all enjoyed this! Feel free to leave a request. Much love❤️

Dedicated to : @charlottepreston @marygut1407

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