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Tom Hiddleston: The famous actor was in Greece - In which city did he have lunch?
All the details about his meal.
Loki, aka Tom Hiddleston, was found in Greece two weeks ago. The beloved actor, in fact, visited Nafplion, the historic and highly touristic capital of Argolis, where he tried local dishes and seafood at the well-known fish tavern “Bunos fish savouras”.
In a post on the tavern’s official Facebook account, we see the actor posing smiling with the store’s staff, wearing jeans and a blue shirt.
“Tom Hiddleston, also known as Loki in the Marvel series of the same name, was in Nafplio and honored us with his presence” reads the caption of the post, which was made just a few hours ago and has already made the rounds on the internet.
In communication we had with the store, we learned that the beloved actor was accompanied by a group of 7 people, among them children. He is in a relationship with actress Zawe Ashton and together they have a child. After their meal they walked around town, he being especially friendly and kind to everyone.
This isn’t the first time Tom Hiddleston has shown his love for our country. The charming actor began his career in theater, participating in Cambridge University productions of ancient Greek plays. One of his first jobs was in the tragedy “Electra” by Sophocles, where he embodied Orestes and performed his role entirely in the ancient Greek language.
British Tom Hiddleston has appeared in many films, series and plays. He became world famous after his participation in the Marvel film series “ Avengers ” as the villainous “Loki”. He has also participated in numerous high-profile productions, including “The Night Manager”, “Only Lovers Left Alive”, “War Horse”, “Midnight in Paris”, as well as “Purple Hill”.
Faith And Fantasies - Chapter 1 - The Outtakes of "Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me"
(LOKI X READER)
Between love and lust, divinity and desire, faith and fantasies...
There is Loki, God of Mischief & Sex. There is you, Goddess of Trust.
There are so many games still to play. There are so many stories yet to be told.
And there is so much pleasure for you to experience.
Revisit the world of "Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me" in this collection of one shots, deleted scenes and extra chapters spanning from your first encounter with Loki in chapter 1 to your blissful future together in the epilogue.
Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me
Master List
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Chapter 1: It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding
Word Count: 14311
Summary: It’s been 3 months since Loki proposed to you. Now, it’s time for the grand royal wedding that everyone has been anticipating. Frankly, you’re terrified.
NSFW, SMUT, DOMINANT LOKI, ROUGH SEX, WEDDING NIGHT
You were anxious. Jittery. Nervous.
Terrified.
Terrified? Could you really say that?
Yes. Yes, you could.
You understood the anxiety. You were sure that everyone who went through this felt that way. Even the shaky hands and the nervous churning of the gut was probably normal. Not that you really knew, this was your first time doing this.
This. Marriage. You were about to get married. To Loki, God of Sex and Mischief, Prince of Asgard.
Fuck, your stomach hurt. It seemed that even becoming a goddess couldn’t prevent that from happening.
You sat in a plush chair in what was dubbed the Bridal Chamber, fiddling nervously with your pendant. The room itself was quite beautiful - white flowers, white drapes, white trim around the door. The tables were white marble, which matched the white marble floors. The dishware was all crystal, which wasn’t really white, but the shimmery glass reflected all of the white in the room and held it within its surface. So, white.
At least the walls weren’t white. It helped break it up. The walls were a dainty pale goldish-yellow color, and if you squinted, you could see the delicate floral details painted merely half a shade darker hiding on the surface.
The bed was white. Perfectly, pristine, polished white.
It was all so…clean. So untouched. So pure.
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New Loki Fanfic Coming Soon: Faith And Fantasies - A "Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me" Fanfic
In 2020, I wrote a Loki x Reader fanfic titled, "Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me". This was a comfort project for myself during quarantine, and I had no idea how deeply it would change me as an author. It introduced me to new techniques, new ideas, and most importantly, new people to share my passion with.
Since first publishing this fanfic, it has received over 632,000 hits on AO3.
For years, you have been asking for more.
And now, it's time.
Introducing my new fic, "Faith And Fantasies", or otherwise known as, "Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me - The Outtakes".
This fic features deleted scenes, scrapped chapters and new content that you asked for throughout each chapter. And by content, yes, I mean smut.
Lots of it.
And as an extra special treat, here's a quick preview of what's to come in chapter 1:
Loki's eyes crawled down your body. He licked his lips and as he leaned against you, you could feel his hardness through his leathers.
You whimpered but lifted your brows. “Already, Loki?!”
“Oh, you cannot tell me you aren’t aroused too,” Loki snickered, his hand tightening on your waist. As he spoke, his eyes became glued to your chest. Your pendant glittered with every deep breath you took, as if it was teasing Loki to come in closer. A heat blossomed from the skin beneath the thick emerald - Loki's magic was beginning to erupt. He was losing control over his desire for you. Good. “The restraint it took me to not mount you in front of all of those people back there…fuck, you’re lucky I even got you out of that hall, pet.”
Before you could speak, Loki’s mouth was on your neck. Kissing, sucking, biting. His hands groped your body, his fingers running with temptation over your dress. Your head fell back against the wall, giving Loki more room to kiss your neck. Already, you were wet. You pressed your thighs together and it did not go unnoticed. Nothing ever went unnoticed by your Master. Loki chuckled gruffly against your throat.
“Dirty little thing,” he laughed. One hand came up and palmed your breast. “I want to fuck you in this dress. I want to fuck you right here and now.” He paused and growled. “I will fuck you right here and now.”
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"Faith And Fantasies" - coming this Friday, September 9th, only to shiningloki on AO3.
The Loki TV show premiered on June 9th 2021 on Disney+. To celebrate its one year anniversary we decided to host a LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK. This event will be running from June 9th to June 15th. Anyone is welcome to participate. Our tracking tag for all your lovely creations will be #lokitvweek2022
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The only thing on your mind was that you were dirty. You had sinned. You felt disgusting as you hastily opened the church doors, the feeling that you didn't belong in a place so clean and sacred strong.
Your heart was pounding as you rushed down the aisle, the brown, chipped pews passing by you like trees seen through a car window. "Father!" you called, stopping when you arrived at the alter. Moments later, the priest walked out of one of the back rooms, worry painting his face. "What is it, Y/N?" he asked, holding up his hands in an alarmed manner, "Are you okay, darling?"
"I'm sorry to come to you so late," you began, running a hand through your hair, the texture unpleasant due to your sweaty palms, "But I'm afraid I cannot wait, I must confess,"
"You mustn't apologize for wanting to cleanse yourself of your sins," Tom smiled at you, "No matter the hour, the church is always open for those who need it,"
His words made you calm slightly, a breath of relief falling from your lips. Tom motioned his hand towards the confession box, "We can do it in there if it makes it any easier, I know this is your first time confessing," You nodded, the grip on your rosary getting tighter.
He made his way over to the wooden booth and you followed, waiting for him to enter his side before you did yours. The box was fairly small, the tiny amount of space being filled up by a wooden seat and a few pamphlets on the wall for support groups and rehabilitation services. Shakily, you sat yourself down on the seat and looked to your left.
You could barely see Tom through the gridded window, which certainly made it easier for you to speak, "Forgive me, father, for I have sinned," your voice was small, and you almost cursed yourself for sounding so timid.
"What is it you have done, my child?"
"I- I touched myself, father, in places one shouldn't," Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and you hung your head, your thumb running over the small beads on your rosary. Tom's breath hitched in his throat and he smirked, although you couldn't see, "My my, that certainly is a horrific sin,"
"Father, I'm sorry, I've never done it before- I don't know why I did it," you rambled, tears stinging at your eyes as the thought of disappointing God overwhelmed you. Tom shushed you as you choked on a sob, "You gave into temptation, you let the devil cloud your mind and take you away from all that's holy," he spoke, "That's why you did it,"
"Will I be forgiven, Father?" you whimpered, wiping away the tears that were rapidly falling down your face. The priest let out an almost inaudible chuckle, "There's only one way you can be cleansed of this sin, darling,"
"What is it?" you gasped, "Please, Father, I'll do anything to be clean again," The grip on your rosary had started to hurt and tears rolled into the corner of your mouth; you pushed out the tip of your tongue to gather them. "Anything?" he spoke, his voice low and lustful.
"Anything," you repeated, "I don't want God to be disappointed in me anymore, Father,"
"Follow me," Tom sat up from his seat and opened the door quickly, the loud noise of wood creaking making you jump. Obeying, you rose from your seat, pushing open your side's door and creeping out into the rest of the church. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him walk into the room he had originally came from and you followed, your head hung low.
As soon as you entered the room, Tom pushed you against the wall, making you let out a small yelp. He shushed you, kicking the door shut before settling his hands on your shoulders. "Father, what-"
"You said you wanted to be forgiven, did you not?" he smirked at you, moving one of his hands to rub at your cheek. You leant into his touch, fluttering your eyes closed, more tears falling in the process, "Please, Father.."
Tom removed his hand from your face, placing it back on your shoulder and pushing so you had no choice but to fall to your knees. You looked up at him with a confused expression, not too sure on what to do. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips, "Well, darling," he spoke, "If you want to be forgiven, you have to offer your body to God, and I'm the only way you can do that,"
You gulped, nodding your head. "Good girl," he smiled, bringing his hands down to unbutton his slacks. A few moments later, Tom's trousers were pushed to his mid-thigh and his cock was free from his boxers, the tip resting against his black shirt. You gasped at his size, a strong blush prominent on your cheeks, "Father- you're so big,"
"That's right, darling," he breathed, taking his length into his hand and lining it up with your mouth, "Open wide,"
You followed his orders, opening your mouth wide and looking up at him. Tom could have came from the sight alone, you sat so obedient on your knees for him. Without warning, he pushed his length into your mouth, the sudden intrusion making you splutter. "Oh, come on," he spoke through gritted teeth, "How can you expect forgiveness if you can't even take me, eh?"
His harsh words made tears sting at your eyes, yet the dull ache in your core intensified. "Just relax your throat, c'mon, you can do it," he muttered, running a hand through your hair.
Doing what he said, you relaxed your throat, swallowing in the process which pulled a gutteral groan from his throat, "Just like that, darling," Tom smiled down at you, pushing more of his cock into your throat. It look all you had not to gag, but somehow you managed to fit all of him inside your mouth and throat, tears filling up in your eyes. You fluttered them closed, the salty liquid falling from your waterline and down your red cheeks.
After allowing you a few moments to adjust to the stretch, the priest moved his hips, pulling away before rutting forward roughly. Keeping your throat relaxed, you hummed around his length, the weight of it resting on your tongue somewhat comforting. Tom moaned, moving his hands to either side of your head to keep it steady, "Knew you could do it.. good girl,"
Before long, Tom was thrusting into your mouth with a fast and rough pace, lewd sounds filling the room. It felt wrong, doing such shameful things in Church; but if Father Tom said it was the only way to be forgiven, then surely it was right. Right?
No matter how wrong it felt, however, slick gushed from your cunt as Tom continued to abuse your throat, "Fuck.." he growled, speeding up the movement of his hips, "Gonna cum- gonna fill up your dirty throat, make it clean,"
You whined around his cock, wanting nothing more than for Tom to make you pure again. The vibrations from your noises pushed him over the edge and he pushed fully inside your throat, stilling his hips with a loud moan as he emptied his load inside of you. You were confused for a moment, and he must of known because he pulled out of your mouth and looked down at you, "Swallow it, bunny," he smiled, "It'll make you pure again,"
Nodding, you swallowed, your eyebrows creasing due to the pecuiliar taste. He chuckled, holding out a hand to help you stand back up, "Better get used to the taste, darling," he spun you around, the grip of his hands on your waist tight, "Because that won't be the last time I use your throat as my own personal fucktoy,"
You whimpered at his harsh grip, surely you were gonna have bruises where his fingertips dug into your flesh. "Now," he smirked, placing with the hem of your skirt, "You gonna be a good girl and let me take you properly?"
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