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14 Days of Valentines 2023 [Community Project]
Kinktober 2023
Series
a heart like yours – Loki x Reader (eventually) // Steve x Reader (briefly)
On a mission to Sorsogon, Philippines to apprehend a healer performing extreme acts of vigilante justice, you get compromised with a curse placed on your heart. Now the team must break the curse or risk losing you forever.
relinquish the crown – dark!Loki x Reader
Loki surrenders his claim to the throne on one condition: He be betrothed to you, as was once tradition in your family’s ancestry. You…are Thor’s daughter.
secret notes – Loki x Reader
You’re an Avenger leading a secret life as a faceless content creator, singing covers on YouTube, choosing songs that you specifically dedicate to Loki. It’s the best way you can get your feelings out without risking getting hurt. So what happens when you start going viral and suddenly your teammates are so keen to find out who “The Lonely Avenger” on YouTube really is?
man of the month – Loki x Reader
The Avengers are making a calendar for charity and you're the designated photographer. Will you be able to keep your thoughts and hands to yourself around the guys as they make their attraction to you known? Will they?
rules of conduct – Loki x Reader
SHIELD has decided that it would be in everyone's best interest if Loki were more acclimated to the ways of Midgard/Earth since he has been residing there for the last few years to make amends for his attack on New York. Stark decided to draw names out of a hat to see who would be stuck with the task. Your name was drawn.
let me hear you – Loki x Reader
A curse has been placed on the entire world wherein the only ones that can speak your name are those that love you completely. And if they break your trust, your name gets wiped from their memory completely.
back to you – Loki x Reader
Years after a mission incident that left Loki missing in action, your team receives a distress signal coming from a high-rise in the outskirts of London, England. Answering the signal leads you to a complete stranger with an eerily familiar face.
Multi-Part (5 parts or less)
talking in your sleep – Loki x Reader
part 2
Loki returns from a recon mission to discover you hadn't slept since he left. Four days ago. based on the prompt "i haven't slept for four days"
sworn fealty – King!Loki x Asgardian Soldier!Reader
You're the soldier designated to tell King Loki that Lady Sif and the Warriors Three have left for Midgard to bring Thor home.
the right partner – Loki x Reader
part 1 part 2
You had no intentions of joining Stark's party, considering that your ex had just dumped you two days ago and he was already announcing his new relationship. And then along came Loki, offering to be your date for the night…
onyx – Loki x Reader
part 1 part 2
You're stuck in the Avengers Compound because of an injury from your last mission, and you come across an adorable and affectionate little kitten.
the brink of eternity – Loki x Reader
part 1 part 2 part 3
You arrive in New Asgard to its citizens rebuilding from the wreckage brought on by the god butcher's attack
team loki – Loki x Reader
part 1 part 2
Thor poses a question that puts you in an uncomfortable situation, and causing you to give him a desperate and thinly-veiled half truth
Oneshots
what's today again? – Loki x Reader
Thor tries to wake you up to keep you from getting fired, but you refuse to believe that it's not Saturday, so he calls his brother for help.
revisiting Stuttgart – Loki x Reader
You presented Loki with an idea to go around places where he had less than favorable memories and you two can make new, better ones together. You start with Stuttgart, Germany. part of the Invade Me Chronicles
heaven sent – Loki x Reader
The guys try a bunch of angel-themed pick up lines on you to see which one makes you fold.
little darling – Loki x Reader
You find out that Loki made a joke about you being helpless without him because of your height, and you attempt to exact your revenge
men like you – Loki x Reader
prequel to 'revisiting Stuttgart'. You were tasked to perform crowd control in Stuttgart, Germany, disguising yourself as a gala attendee. This is how you and Loki met.
mission first, right? – Loki x Reader
You're plagued with doubts when Loki goes radio silent in the middle of a mission after being tasked to acquire intelligence in the possession of a drop dead gorgeous woman.
lavender haze – Loki x Reader
When a video of you and Loki goes viral, the world weighs in on your relationship. One comment in particular grates at Loki because it came from your mother.
excuses & opportunities – Loki x Reader
Loki has some questions about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. Part of the Winter Warmers Collection
observing. learning. fantasizing. – Virgin!Loki x Reader
Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm
all wrapped up – Loki x Reader
You unwittingly gave Loki advice on how to seduce you. Part of the Winter Warmers Collection
all i could give you – Loki x Reader
It seems that the entirety of Asgard had forgotten that today was supposed to be a day of celebration. Everyone but you, at least.
what makes a princess – Loki x Reader
Morgan asks a question about Jane's royalty status that leads to her revealing one of Loki's secrets
timeless – TVA!Loki x TVA!Reader
While doing some research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives.
slipping between future and past – Timeslipping TVA!Loki x Reader
You give your friend a few pointers on what to know about Yule, and come across a familiar looking stranger in your bookstore.
a helping hand – Crime Lord!Loki x Reader (friendship/platonic)
When Loki enters the office and sees you visibly shaken with your eyes swollen, he takes it upon himself to find out what's wrong and how he could help
gestures & rain checks – Loki x Reader
It feels like your friends are getting plucked away from you one by one as their respective (or in Nat's case prospective) partners make grand gestures to ask them to be their Valentine.
curiosities – Loki x Reader
Loki's interrogation tactics left you curious about his powers, and he's more than happy to give you a little demonstration while you worked on your reports.
bad feeling – Loki x Reader
Loki's entrance into the Avengers Compound depends on your approval
mercy upon ourselves – God of Stories/Time Loki x Reader; Will Ransome x Reader (kinda)
Your multiversal duty of punishing perpetrators of infidelity in their afterlife takes an interesting turn when you see that the betrayed party is one of your variants | loose 'sequel' to 'all will be alright in time'
Multi-Part (5 parts or less)
a startling realization – Oakley x Reader
part 1 part 2
Oakley returns to campus after a trip with his mates and steadily comes to realize he's developed feelings for you
Oneshots
just another memory – Oakley x Reader
It's a few weeks before graduation and your best friend, Oakley, has some questions about what will happen afterward.
Collections
the 'one look and they'll know' collection – Tom Hiddleston x Reader
The stories that follow the couple of 'one look and they'll know', before and after that fateful day on set that kickstarted their relationship; includes the Soccer Aid Hiddles collection
Multi-Part (5 parts or less)
feels like mine – Tom Hiddleston x Reader
part 1 part 2 part 3
You wake up in a bed that isn't your own, living a life that seems to be pulled straight out of your wildest dreams
Oneshots
don't make the sounds – Tom Hiddleston x Reader
During a press junket interview, Tom uses one of the questions addressed to him to his advantage and distracts you from your peculiar mood.
Oneshots
you deserve better – James Conrad x Monarch Scientist!Reader
When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around
Oneshots
the reckless path foretold – fanon!Will Ransome x Reader
You begin an orderless departure from Aldwinter, ready to accept a bleak fate told to you by a fortune teller in your youth, when Will Ransome follows you home, scrambling to give you a reason to stay.
the evangeline chronicles
A "limited mini-series" chronicling the life of hacker & mercenary Evangeline, my original character that's already made her first appearance/s in one of my stories.
Non-Writing Stuff
the SAS vernacular – a visual dictionary of all things SAS
the horny bitches initiative – master post of all the horny bitches cuts
monthly wrap-ups – master post of all my monthly wrap ups
story recs navigation post
photo gallery directory – where we can find all the high def mango peach pics
thots & theories – i'm not always whoring out, sometimes there are other thoughts in this thotty lil brain of mine
hi i was drinking mold all my freshman year and got the most sick ive ever been in my life here's good ways to avoid that shit:
number one rule is get stainless steel shit. stainless steel water bottle stainless steel straw, you dont want that rubber plastic etc shit it grows mold like a mf. turns out that was the main culprit of what happened to me, my reusable water bottle was plastic and it didn't matter how much i let it soak or cleaned it out.
get this either if you can or can't afford the stainless steel stuff and just be really on cleaning it; staw cleaner looks like this:
and get one its mammas the bottle cleaner for your cup:
this one is 3 dollars you get soap in there and spin this shit around and push it up and down and the mold will be begging for mercy
My additional piece of advice: get a pack of denture cleaning tablets. These are especially good if you use your bottle for anything other than water (squash, coffee etc) or if you’ve got a built in straw with awkward curvy bits.
You put that tablet in the bottle, add hot water, let it fizz and soak for a bit and hey presto, any stains or discolouration or weird little crevices are suddenly removed of their hidden nasty bits.
My niece kept saying her water bottle tasted weird, and she washed it and washed it, and then me and my mum were like GIVE IT HERE and we put a denture tablet in it and added the straw to it and it started fizzing up the straw and all this black gunk started coming out the weird curvy bits of the fitted straw like a Coke-mentos experiment.
It’ll taste slightly minty unless you rinse rinse rinse rinse rinse rinse but that’s not a terrible thing, and let’s face it, denture tablets are for cleaning dentures so, you know, designed to clean things that go in mouths.
Anyway: wash your water bottles! Wash your flasks! More often than you think you need to!! Keep denture tablets in the cupboard!!
"youre not always nice but youre kind and youre not always perfect but youre good" is the perfect analysis of supergirl's character and its such a beautiful message for young women
Summary: An "SOS" text from your husband reaches you in the middle of an assignment
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 5.1k
Warning/s: 18+ | smut at the end (not a full smut scene but still minors & pearl clutchers DNI); unprotected p in v (honestly when did these two ever use protection); Reader as Evangeline (yes, she's a warning when she gets like this); mention of kidnapping; mention of pedophilia if you squint; assassination by sniper rifle; wannabe homewrecker; language [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: some steamy married blorbos in love moments ahead; a pretty good amount of soft moments (because i needed to balance out the Evangeline bits)
Dick-tionary: smut-adjacent bits start at "He was already making quick work of the zipper" and ends at the Author's Note 😈
"I have to leave for the Polo broadcast. Keep my seat for me, Mum." Tom handed his phone over to his mother before standing from his seat.
"Not a problem, my boy. Shall I keep the next one over as well for Y/N?" Diana was already pulling out a pamphlet from her purse as a placeholder.
"Not quite sure yet. She has to attend to something on location for another project. Said she doesn't know if she'll be finished before the day's over."
"Aww the poor dear, you must encourage her not to work herself too much. She'll run herself to the ground. And you as well."
He let out a small chuckle, holding his mother's hands in his for a moment and giving it a light squeeze. "We'll do our best," he promised. He did truly mean it; he would make an effort to turn down projects more often than not, but he also was well aware of his tendency to be compelled to say yes when the character or the plot moved him enough.
And you…you had your motivations for accepting assignments like today's as quickly as you did.
Because much as he didn't outright lie to his mother, he didn't completely tell her the truth, either. You were on assignment for another project. But not as Y/N Hiddleston.
Today you had to work as Evangeline.
Worry still ate away at him whenever he had to watch you walk out of the door, knowing full well right now that any assignment that required you to be on site was that of the infamous dark web vigilante. You'd drawn a hard boundary with your day job when Eloise was born that for the foreseeable future, you would only be working remotely, coordinating your efforts with your trusted team of Brian, Denise, and most recently a painter named Jamie.
But if any assignments from your other network had popped up in the area, you would make yourself available.
And earlier this morning you received a call from Grey, the man you called your "blood brother", telling you he was in town on assignment and he'd greatly appreciate your assistance. A mother completely beside herself reached out into your network's help line, pleading for help to retrieve her baby.
Considering the position that you and Tom found yourselves in a mere few months ago, he more than understood why you sprung into action.
Doing the livestream gave him a pretty good distraction from wondering what injuries you'd come home with, if any. Tom even answered a counter question about you, grinning ear to ear as he talked about how despite your relative indifference to most sports, you would still enthusiastically cheer alongside him.
'Ohh that's adorable, we love a supportive wife in this household,' some of the comments on stream read. Most of the others were various comments on where viewers were watching from followed by sending him and his family their love.
To his relief, there wasn't much vitriol pointed your way.
Before he knew it, the hour was up, and his duties at the Ralph Lauren suite were over. He could come back up there later in the day for some tea if he wished. He hoped that by that time, you would have finished your assignment and he'd get to share the table with both his mother and his wife.
Tom made his way back to his seat, silently sending up a prayer that perhaps by some miracle, when he got there you were seated by his Mum, unscathed and waiting for him.
That hope deflated when he got to his row, finding that the seat next to his was occupied. Just not by you.
And the rather forward pop diva from New York was looking up at him with a smirk that quickly had him growing anxious.
You watched from behind the scope of your sniper rifle as Grey's team made quick work of the lower ranking members of the child trafficking syndicate you were tasked with taking down today. From your vantage point, you had easily found the child that was taken from your client Margaret.
Only thing was you also found more. Much more.
Grey's team were also securing those children as they found them.
"Your guys are good," you commented to Grey, your eyes trained at the man in the cheap suit at the top floor. The head of the small time syndicate. The one that had Margaret's child in his bedroom. "Make sure they find his client list, too."
"Way ahead of you, G." He got a few status calls from his guys. "Second floor's secure, sis." His tone got a bit softer as he said his next words. "How's Lulu?"
You tried to fight back the tears as your mind immediately flashed back to a couple of months ago. When you and Grey engaged in a similar operation. Only this time much much more personal. Guilt still sat heavy in your heart that it forced your husband's hand and now he had the other type of body count as well.
"She's good. We're good," you told him. "We're never getting another fucking babysitter, that's for sure."
"So who's looking after her today? Since both of you got things in the city?"
Your mouth stretched in a fond smile. "She's with one of his sisters, spending time with her cousins. They love that they get to dote and fawn over a little baby so they're always jumping at the opportunity. This morning they literally just said yes bring her over the second they answered the phone."
"That's amazing," Grey said. You could hear the smile from his tone alone. "So that's the batting order now? His sisters then his parents?"
"Yup," you answered him. "And then if we happen to be in the same town? Taylor. And if she's not available, which let's face it chances are she's not…Rob and Suki."
"Huh…sparkly vamp, huh? That's a friendship I didn't see coming."
"Yeah, it wasn't exactly on my bingo card, either but…turns out you gotta watch out, Grey. Now I have two brothers." The sound of your phone buzzing somewhere next to him tried to steal away your attention from the other end of your scope. "Whoever the fuck is texting me, something better be on fire--"
"Contact's name is 'Diana'?"
You fought the urge to turn your head and grab the phone yourself. "That's my mother in law. She's with my husband right now. Read the text to me, please."
"Uhm…okay, so she said 'Heads up, dear. There's a tall, tan, and busty blonde that took your seat. I tried to tell her it's your seat, but it fell on deaf ears. She just told me "Well I don't see her"'."
"The fuck," you muttered. "Great I gotta bust a bitch's head in at Wimbledon. Again."
Before you could say anything else, Cheap Suit abruptly got up to his feet, every part of him alert as he heard his men fall to the ground just outside his bedroom. Your finger poised at the trigger of your rifle, and as soon as you heard through the comms that Grey's team had secured the outside of the bedroom, you took a breath and pulled. It didn't take long for the bullet to travel and fly through the base of his skull.
"Like a hot knife through butter," Grey said with a low whistle, quoting your words from a decade ago. On that last assignment you worked with him while you were in Brisbane. Your phone buzzed again while you were dismantling your rifle. "It's your husband this time. 'Sweetheart, I'm so sorry if this is going to catch you at a bad time but…SOS'."
That had you dropping everything and marching over to the other side of the empty floor. "Brother Mine, I'm gonna need you take over on the egress of this all." You took your phone from him and quickly perused through the pictures already being released from the court. "Looks like I'm gonna have to book it all the way across town and rescue my husband from fuck ass Jenny from the Block."
"Don't worry about it, sis. I've got this covered." You briefly shook his hand and he pulled you into a quick hug. "Go get your man."
You ran over to where you parked your car, a couple of blocks away from the building where you and Grey had set up your sniper's nest, and opened your trunk to find the garment bag that Tom had placed there this morning next to a pair of shoes. He even stuck a little note on top that nearly melted you on the spot.
Leaving this here in case you get to make it to the courts. So you don't need to go home and change there. Keep safe, my love. Take care of my heart.
You opened the bag, smiling to yourself once you saw the dark floral pattern of the dress he picked out. You made quick work to change into the outfit, double checking that none of your equipment as Evangeline was still on your person, and then booked it to Centre Court.
"So I noticed your wife couldn't make it here today."
Tom tried to keep his composure as he got flashbacks of a similar interaction a few years back. When another pop star made him flat out uncomfortable with the forward remarks she was throwing his way. Only this one might just be just a bit worse.
He was convinced that had it not been for the presence of his mother, she would have tried to take his hand and shove it under her much too tight dress.
Three years ago the interaction ended when you returned to your seat, so casually threatening violence if the woman ever so much as looked at him sideways again. And he silently prayed that somehow today's run in would end in a similar way. That perhaps you were able to get his "SOS" and you were on your way now.
"Yes erm…well she had a prior commitment for another project in town." He tried to keep his tone casual, but distant.
"Hmm…lucky me, then," she said, choosing to speak in a notably more sultry tone. "I mean I really don't know about everyone out there, but I'm honestly the type to make sure that on a day that matters so much to my husband, I make an effort to be there."
Andrew threw him a look from the row in front of him, as if to say 'Is this lady for real?', and he could only reply with a subtle half-shrug to wordlessly answer 'Sadly it seems like she is'.
And then a shadow loomed over them all. The smug smile on Jennifer's face faltered for a split second. Andrew comically reached for his popcorn with a face-splitting grin. And his mother let out a little sound of utter glee.
"I couldn't agree more," you spoke up, standing over the occupied seat, looking like an absolute vision in one of his favorite dresses to see you wear. There was an all-knowing enigmatic smile on your face that had you looking like a dark celestial being, ready to smite down anyone that dared offend you.
"Ohh wow, Y/N, looks like you made it after all." The tone of the pop diva's voice was overly saccharine, a failed attempt at sounding polite. "But sadly it looks like all the seats here are already taken. And you should already know how things work in these courts. Finders keepers and…hmph, well you know how the rest of that saying goes."
Tom had to place his hand over his mother's to stop her from intervening, giving her a look to say 'She doesn't need our help. My wife is a master at this craft.'
"Of course I do," you told her, your tone deceptively calm. "You didn't think I was going to grab you by the hair and haul your ass out of my seat, now did you? God no I don't wanna make a scene." And then as if on cue, a shrill ringtone perked up from her tiny purse. "I did however call your husband."
The saccharine tone was gone. "You what?"
"Or is it ex with benefits? You know I can never keep up with you these days." Andrew visibly choked on his popcorn, failing to hold in his laughter. "But anyways, I called your husband. And told him you were flirting with mine." You tilted your head to address Tom and his mother. "I only just got here, but I imagine I'm not wrong?" They simply nodded at you, identical smiles on the faces of mother and son.
Jennifer stood up from the seat, subtly squaring her shoulders as she stepped up to you. Her hushed tone was notably more confrontational now. "You little bitch, you have the nerve to mess with my life?"
"Well you have the nerve to mess with mine," you answered her simply. "Flirting with my husband? I mean I know that age can really fuck up our visual acuity, but…you really didn't see the ring on his finger?" You shifted your stance into something that Tom realized was you preparing for a more physical confrontation as you kept going. "I once threatened Glinda herself that I would rip her vocal chords out her throat with my bare hands if she so much as looked at my husband sideways again. And I like her a hell of a lot more than I do you, so don't even think for a second that I would hesitate to fuck you up. Siccing your partner on you was a mercy." The shrill ringtone ended, only to pick up once again, making the taller woman flinch. "I really think you should pick that up. Sounds important."
She turned around and finally walked away from the seat that was rightfully yours, and Tom reached for your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
And just before you sat down next to him, you called out one more time. "Oh, it was so nice to meet you! Such a shame you have to go so early." Jennifer looked back at you one last time, squinting her eyes in your direction like she wanted to cast a curse on you.
"A hundred percent less physical contact and yet somehow…a thousand times more entertaining than the Oscars," Andrew commented, holding out his hand for you to shake. "I've been praying to anyone out there that would listen that you'd pop in and save us all from her gnarly attempts at flirting. And then like magic, there you are."
"Well if I knew you wanted a bit of magic, I would have gone into my stash and made something go poof so I could have some smoke on my entrance," you shot back with a playful jovial grin brightening up your features. "It's good to see you again, buddy." And then you looked past your husband, a fondness in your voice as you addressed his mother. "Hi, Diana."
"Oh come on darling, none of that," his mother told you, reaching over him to grab on to your free hand. "You're family, luv. Call me Mum."
"Okay…" Your voice became audibly heavier, as if you were fighting back emotions as you tried again. "Hi, Mom." Tears began to well in your eyes as you said the words and you immediately became apologetic. "I'm sorry it's just…it's been decades since I called someone that and--I don't know it feels so foreign to me now."
She squeezed your hand tighter, reassuring you. "Well you can call me that for as long and as often as you like, luv." She motioned toward your outfit. "And you look stunning by the way. Positively radiant, that dress looks tailor made for you."
"Thank you," you said, beaming at her. "Tom picked it out for me. Left it in my car in case I was able to get out of my other project ahead of schedule." And then you turned your attention to him. "Hi, sweetie."
He tucked his free hand under your chin, softly pressing his lips between your brows. "Hello, goddess." He swiped his thumb at the corner of your eye, wiping away any remainder of your tears. "It truly is unfair how beautiful you are when you cry."
"Like husband, like wife, I guess," you shot back, scrunching your nose at him.
"So darling, tell me all about your project. I love hearing about what my children are working on," Diana told you, sitting across from you and Tom while you all enjoyed some afternoon tea at the Ralph Lauren suite.
You saw how Tom's eyes widened for a second in a bit of panic, seeing as today's "project" had nothing to do with any form of media, but you came ready. "Well it's about this mother whose child was abducted in broad daylight, and she reaches out on this help line, like in Equalizer? And then those mercenaries, vigilantes, whatever you wanna call them, they go out on a rescue mission."
"Ohh, how daunting! And it all works out in the end, yeah? Babe's reunited with their mum?"
Tears prickled at the backs of your eyes again, pride swelling in your chest as you answered her. "Yeah. They get to recover the kid. Mom's over the moon."
Tea went by rather quickly, with your husband looking adorably tense whenever you crossed your legs and the skin peeked out through your dress's high slit. It was clear he didn't completely think the decision through, giving you one of the dresses that he loved seeing you wear, but having to control himself not just in polite company, but with his mother sitting at the table with you.
When the sun had begun to set, you all stood from your table; you and Tom made the rounds one last time, bidding everyone farewell and making sure to thank the management for hosting the event. You had a few passing conversations with some casting directors who wanted to see if you were open to doing some projects with them, considering that they enjoyed watching your performance as Charli Greer on the recent season of The Night Manager, but you told them all the same thing.
You weren't open to any acting roles unless you were doing it alongside your husband.
Once he found his way back to you, Tom took his phone out, starting to give his team instructions to pick up his mother and drive her back to her home, but you stopped him, offering that you two could drive her back instead. And then pick up Eloise on your way back to your estate.
Just as you were about to make your way to the exit, your husband pulled you aside, backing you into a secluded corner. He placed his hands on your sides, pressing his forehead against yours as he stroked along your ribcage with his thumbs.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Your breathing grew heavy as he started pressing kisses to your forehead, and then to your temple, and then down the side of your face.
"I just need a minute," he whispered into your skin, kissing the corner of your jaw. "Just need to feel you." He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your body against his, and he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, taking a breath.
Your heart ached the moment you realized what he was doing.
He needed the moment to just be relieved. Relieved that this assignment didn't turn out to be your last. Relieved that you were here.
You crossed your arms behind his neck, turning your head to press your lips to his temple. "I'm here," you said shakily. "I'm alive and unharmed." You moved to hold his head delicately between your hands. "I'm home," you reassured him. "I came home to you." The tension in his body faded away at your words, and he pressed his lips to yours in a fevered kiss, pressing your back against the wall again as his hands roamed your sides.
You had to stifle a moan when he reached the slit of your dress and his large hand wrapped around the back of your knee, slowly lifting your leg to hook around his own. "I know we don't have time," he groaned against your lips, the reluctant acceptance clear in his tone. "I just need another minute."
When he tilted his head to kiss and nip at the crook between your neck and shoulder, you had to clamp your hand over your mouth so you wouldn't make a sound that would draw attention to where you two had snuck off to. The soft thud of your head hitting the wall had your husband chuckling against your skin, the sound reverberating through your body and making you completely delirious for him.
"We should get going, sweetheart," he rasped as he pulled away, kissing your cheek as he set your leg back down. "The sooner I have you all to myself, the better." He took a step back, giving you some room to breathe as he smoothed his hands down the fabric of your dress before taking your hands in his. "You really are a vision in this dress."
"Thank you for choosing it, husband," you shot back playfully. "You have impeccable taste."
Before you could make a motion to move back to the main area of the suite, he tugged you back in his direction, whispering one last naughty sentiment in your ear. "Though I imagine it would look much better in a heap on our bedroom floor."
"Oh absolutely it would," you told him, tilting your head to lightly ghost your lips along the shell of his ear. "Right next to your suit."
It was well after dark when you and Tom got back to your estate with Eloise in tow, and you already had your day planned out for tomorrow after promising Diana that you would visit so she could spend the day with her youngest grandchild. And then by the time you'd entered your house, your daughter woke up, her cries telling you that she was hungry.
While you were feeding her, the sound of your husband's film camera's shutter caught your attention, and you looked up from the months old baby in your arms to find him staring fondly at the scene before him. The picture of contentment. Happiness, even. Like he was exactly where he wanted to be at that moment.
"I want to remember every possible moment," he said, pointing the camera at you again as you blew a kiss at him. "Fill as many albums as we can. One day when we're old and grey, we'll be glad that we did."
"You really think I'm gonna make it to old and grey?" The words came out of you before you had the chance to filter it. And the worry worked away at his face again, his brows furrowing together as his eyes welled up with tears. You pursed your lips as he made his way toward you, wrapping both you and Lulu in his arms. "I'm sorry, it's just…that type of attitude just kind of comes with the territory. When you do what I do."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead before tucking his hand below your chin, tilting your head up so he could kiss your lips. "I know you'll make it, sweetheart. We both will."
The sound of Lulu's baby bottle popping out of her little mouth drew your attention back to her, and your hearts just melted at the sight of her tired little features scrunching up as she yawned. "Looks like our little baby penguin's ready for bed." Your husband took her out of your arms and you felt some instant relief in your shoulders. Before he started to go upstairs, you tucked a sterilized washcloth between your daughter and the fabric of his suit. "I have cleaned blood off of damn near every surface imaginable, even fucking suede. But baby spit up might be the thing that defeats me. And I quite like that suit."
You quickly rinsed out Lulu's baby bottle as Tom carried her to the nursery. Right as you were locking down the ground floor for the night, you received an encrypted text from Grey with a final status update for the night. Relief flooded your system as you read the words.
All good here, G. Margaret's got her kid again and she's giving us a coin each. She insists. We're coordinating with authorities to find the families of the other kids we saved from the compound, too. I'll let you know if we need you on board with this. Have a good one, sis.
You typed off a quick reply before making your way upstairs. Thanks, Wolf. Just gimme a call if you need a hand, I'll make the time. Send my love to your family, Brother Mine.
You locked your phone away in the console table outside your bedroom suite, situating it right next to Tom's, and kicked off your heels before padding your way to the nursery. The sound of piano keys softly tinkling from the room had your mouth quickly forming into a wide grin. And the sound of your husband singing damn near brought you to the ground.
"Then there was music, and wonderful roses," he sang. You could hear the smile on his face as your daughter cooed at her father's voice.
"They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows, of dawn and dew," you joined in, your voice blending seamlessly with his.
He looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours as the softest smile graced his handsome face. He subtly bowed his head in your direction, and you finished off the rest of Eloise's lullaby together.
"There was love all around, but I never heard it singing. No I never heard it at all, 'til there was you. 'Til there was you."You walked over to your daughter's crib, and she was already sound asleep, her little chest rising and falling in even breaths.
"Sweet dreams, little angel," you said softly, pressing your lips to your fingertips before placing it on the top of her head. "We love you more than words could ever say."
Tom walked up behind you, gently resting his hands on your shoulders and kissing your temple before wrapping his hand around yours and leading you to your bedroom. It didn't slip past you that he was deftly loosening his tie with his free hand, and that when he opened the door to your bedroom suite for you, he let you enter first so he could position himself behind you.
He was already making quick work of the zipper at the back of your dress, pushing the straps off your shoulders and down your arms. He let out a low groan as he watched the dress fall into a heap of fabric at your feet, leaving you in your bra and panties. He held your hand as he circled around you, holding you steady as you stepped out of the pooled fabric.
"Exquisite," he breathed out, taking both your hands now and placing them on his chest. You closed the distance between you, holding his gaze in the faint light as you pressed a kiss to his wedding band.
As you worked at the buttons of his dress shirt, he completely undid his tie and shrugged off his suit jacket, letting the fabric join your dress on the floor. You pressed your lips to his exposed chest as your one hand deftly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, your other already moving lower and working on unbuckling his belt. You could feel how his breaths shuddered as you pressed kisses to his skin, an almost impatient feel to him as he unhooked your bra and flicked it over to the growing pile of clothes and then moved his hands to the lacy panties that he also left for you in the garment bag.
"Just rip it," you groaned against him, feeling your hunger for him grow with every passing second, your sharp exhale ruffling the light dusting of hair on his chest. You let out a little squeal when you heard more than felt the fabric tear and give way from the effortless flick of his hands. Once his shirt was completely undone, you pushed the fabric off his shoulders and threw it in the general direction of the rest of your clothes, and he shuffled his suit trousers down his legs.
Under much less horny circumstances, you might have broken into a small fit of laughter seeing that once again, today your husband chose to be sans underwear.
Tom pulled you to him with a gentle tug, pressing your bodies together. He weaved his fingers through your hair and wrapped his other arm around you, lifting you up and prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to your bed. He sat down on the edge, placing your knees on either side of him before pulling you into another kiss, groaning into your mouth when your tongues tangled together. His hands greedily roamed your body, and he broke the kiss to lightly run his fingertips along the side of your stomach.
Right at the spot where, just a little over a year ago, you were injured to the point you had to literally stitch yourself back up. Now the skin was smooth, nary an indicator that such a wound even dared to exist there. He kissed the fully healed spot, tracing a path of exactly where that cut used to be, and it nearly took all the air out of your lungs. Like it always did.
He'd made a point to kiss you there every time you came home from an assignment as Evangeline.
"You are the love of my life," he whispered into your skin, kissing his way up your chest. He paused at the base of your throat. "You are the last woman I will ever love. The last I would ever want to share my body with." He kissed his way up to your lips. "As for my heart?" You both took a shuddering breath as he reached between you, running the tip of his length along your slit before lining himself up at your entrance, and then he guided your body to sink down. Inch by inch. "I gave my heart away a decade ago. It's yours, goddess. I'll never want it back."
A/N: I swear any semblance of control I have gets away from me when I'm writing these two…specifically when Reader's in "Evangeline mode". Pretty sure I'm gonna have to apologize in advance when I finally write the chapters where she goes and tells Tom and some other characters in this series about her "other side" 😳👀 Also if y'all can't tell yet, I really don't like JLo 😂
Anyways…I wanted to set aside some time to make sure I had this up by today as a bit of an "obligatory" birthday post. Ya gorl is officially thirty…plus two 🤣 And I'm fully intending on spending the day just getting caught up with some of my hobbies and nomming on whatever food my heart desires. And also cake…lots and lots of cake
A "debrief" on this chapter is coming, since I've got a whole bunch of stuff in here that are references to either previously uploaded chapters…or stuff that hasn't happened been written yet. I'll make a list on which is which, and what to expect. If I remember that I said I'd do it, idk y'all I'm getting old--
sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "mmmhmmm okay yeah i see we both interpreted that differently based on what the show gave us, but i see how you arrived at your ideas even if they're different from mine," and then sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "brother what show did you even fucking watch"
Summary: An "SOS" text from your husband reaches you in the middle of an assignment
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 5.1k
Warning/s: 18+ | smut at the end (not a full smut scene but still minors & pearl clutchers DNI); unprotected p in v (honestly when did these two ever use protection); Reader as Evangeline (yes, she's a warning when she gets like this); mention of kidnapping; mention of pedophilia if you squint; assassination by sniper rifle; wannabe homewrecker; language [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: some steamy married blorbos in love moments ahead; a pretty good amount of soft moments (because i needed to balance out the Evangeline bits)
Dick-tionary: smut-adjacent bits start at "He was already making quick work of the zipper" and ends at the Author's Note 😈
"I have to leave for the Polo broadcast. Keep my seat for me, Mum." Tom handed his phone over to his mother before standing from his seat.
"Not a problem, my boy. Shall I keep the next one over as well for Y/N?" Diana was already pulling out a pamphlet from her purse as a placeholder.
"Not quite sure yet. She has to attend to something on location for another project. Said she doesn't know if she'll be finished before the day's over."
"Aww the poor dear, you must encourage her not to work herself too much. She'll run herself to the ground. And you as well."
He let out a small chuckle, holding his mother's hands in his for a moment and giving it a light squeeze. "We'll do our best," he promised. He did truly mean it; he would make an effort to turn down projects more often than not, but he also was well aware of his tendency to be compelled to say yes when the character or the plot moved him enough.
And you…you had your motivations for accepting assignments like today's as quickly as you did.
Because much as he didn't outright lie to his mother, he didn't completely tell her the truth, either. You were on assignment for another project. But not as Y/N Hiddleston.
Today you had to work as Evangeline.
Worry still ate away at him whenever he had to watch you walk out of the door, knowing full well right now that any assignment that required you to be on site was that of the infamous dark web vigilante. You'd drawn a hard boundary with your day job when Eloise was born that for the foreseeable future, you would only be working remotely, coordinating your efforts with your trusted team of Brian, Denise, and most recently a painter named Jamie.
But if any assignments from your other network had popped up in the area, you would make yourself available.
And earlier this morning you received a call from Grey, the man you called your "blood brother", telling you he was in town on assignment and he'd greatly appreciate your assistance. A mother completely beside herself reached out into your network's help line, pleading for help to retrieve her baby.
Considering the position that you and Tom found yourselves in a mere few months ago, he more than understood why you sprung into action.
Doing the livestream gave him a pretty good distraction from wondering what injuries you'd come home with, if any. Tom even answered a counter question about you, grinning ear to ear as he talked about how despite your relative indifference to most sports, you would still enthusiastically cheer alongside him.
'Ohh that's adorable, we love a supportive wife in this household,' some of the comments on stream read. Most of the others were various comments on where viewers were watching from followed by sending him and his family their love.
To his relief, there wasn't much vitriol pointed your way.
Before he knew it, the hour was up, and his duties at the Ralph Lauren suite were over. He could come back up there later in the day for some tea if he wished. He hoped that by that time, you would have finished your assignment and he'd get to share the table with both his mother and his wife.
Tom made his way back to his seat, silently sending up a prayer that perhaps by some miracle, when he got there you were seated by his Mum, unscathed and waiting for him.
That hope deflated when he got to his row, finding that the seat next to his was occupied. Just not by you.
And the rather forward pop diva from New York was looking up at him with a smirk that quickly had him growing anxious.
You watched from behind the scope of your sniper rifle as Grey's team made quick work of the lower ranking members of the child trafficking syndicate you were tasked with taking down today. From your vantage point, you had easily found the child that was taken from your client Margaret.
Only thing was you also found more. Much more.
Grey's team were also securing those children as they found them.
"Your guys are good," you commented to Grey, your eyes trained at the man in the cheap suit at the top floor. The head of the small time syndicate. The one that had Margaret's child in his bedroom. "Make sure they find his client list, too."
"Way ahead of you, G." He got a few status calls from his guys. "Second floor's secure, sis." His tone got a bit softer as he said his next words. "How's Lulu?"
You tried to fight back the tears as your mind immediately flashed back to a couple of months ago. When you and Grey engaged in a similar operation. Only this time much much more personal. Guilt still sat heavy in your heart that it forced your husband's hand and now he had the other type of body count as well.
"She's good. We're good," you told him. "We're never getting another fucking babysitter, that's for sure."
"So who's looking after her today? Since both of you got things in the city?"
Your mouth stretched in a fond smile. "She's with one of his sisters, spending time with her cousins. They love that they get to dote and fawn over a little baby so they're always jumping at the opportunity. This morning they literally just said yes bring her over the second they answered the phone."
"That's amazing," Grey said. You could hear the smile from his tone alone. "So that's the batting order now? His sisters then his parents?"
"Yup," you answered him. "And then if we happen to be in the same town? Taylor. And if she's not available, which let's face it chances are she's not…Rob and Suki."
"Huh…sparkly vamp, huh? That's a friendship I didn't see coming."
"Yeah, it wasn't exactly on my bingo card, either but…turns out you gotta watch out, Grey. Now I have two brothers." The sound of your phone buzzing somewhere next to him tried to steal away your attention from the other end of your scope. "Whoever the fuck is texting me, something better be on fire--"
"Contact's name is 'Diana'?"
You fought the urge to turn your head and grab the phone yourself. "That's my mother in law. She's with my husband right now. Read the text to me, please."
"Uhm…okay, so she said 'Heads up, dear. There's a tall, tan, and busty blonde that took your seat. I tried to tell her it's your seat, but it fell on deaf ears. She just told me "Well I don't see her"'."
"The fuck," you muttered. "Great I gotta bust a bitch's head in at Wimbledon. Again."
Before you could say anything else, Cheap Suit abruptly got up to his feet, every part of him alert as he heard his men fall to the ground just outside his bedroom. Your finger poised at the trigger of your rifle, and as soon as you heard through the comms that Grey's team had secured the outside of the bedroom, you took a breath and pulled. It didn't take long for the bullet to travel and fly through the base of his skull.
"Like a hot knife through butter," Grey said with a low whistle, quoting your words from a decade ago. On that last assignment you worked with him while you were in Brisbane. Your phone buzzed again while you were dismantling your rifle. "It's your husband this time. 'Sweetheart, I'm so sorry if this is going to catch you at a bad time but…SOS'."
That had you dropping everything and marching over to the other side of the empty floor. "Brother Mine, I'm gonna need you take over on the egress of this all." You took your phone from him and quickly perused through the pictures already being released from the court. "Looks like I'm gonna have to book it all the way across town and rescue my husband from fuck ass Jenny from the Block."
"Don't worry about it, sis. I've got this covered." You briefly shook his hand and he pulled you into a quick hug. "Go get your man."
You ran over to where you parked your car, a couple of blocks away from the building where you and Grey had set up your sniper's nest, and opened your trunk to find the garment bag that Tom had placed there this morning next to a pair of shoes. He even stuck a little note on top that nearly melted you on the spot.
Leaving this here in case you get to make it to the courts. So you don't need to go home and change there. Keep safe, my love. Take care of my heart.
You opened the bag, smiling to yourself once you saw the dark floral pattern of the dress he picked out. You made quick work to change into the outfit, double checking that none of your equipment as Evangeline was still on your person, and then booked it to Centre Court.
"So I noticed your wife couldn't make it here today."
Tom tried to keep his composure as he got flashbacks of a similar interaction a few years back. When another pop star made him flat out uncomfortable with the forward remarks she was throwing his way. Only this one might just be just a bit worse.
He was convinced that had it not been for the presence of his mother, she would have tried to take his hand and shove it under her much too tight dress.
Three years ago the interaction ended when you returned to your seat, so casually threatening violence if the woman ever so much as looked at him sideways again. And he silently prayed that somehow today's run in would end in a similar way. That perhaps you were able to get his "SOS" and you were on your way now.
"Yes erm…well she had a prior commitment for another project in town." He tried to keep his tone casual, but distant.
"Hmm…lucky me, then," she said, choosing to speak in a notably more sultry tone. "I mean I really don't know about everyone out there, but I'm honestly the type to make sure that on a day that matters so much to my husband, I make an effort to be there."
Andrew threw him a look from the row in front of him, as if to say 'Is this lady for real?', and he could only reply with a subtle half-shrug to wordlessly answer 'Sadly it seems like she is'.
And then a shadow loomed over them all. The smug smile on Jennifer's face faltered for a split second. Andrew comically reached for his popcorn with a face-splitting grin. And his mother let out a little sound of utter glee.
"I couldn't agree more," you spoke up, standing over the occupied seat, looking like an absolute vision in one of his favorite dresses to see you wear. There was an all-knowing enigmatic smile on your face that had you looking like a dark celestial being, ready to smite down anyone that dared offend you.
"Ohh wow, Y/N, looks like you made it after all." The tone of the pop diva's voice was overly saccharine, a failed attempt at sounding polite. "But sadly it looks like all the seats here are already taken. And you should already know how things work in these courts. Finders keepers and…hmph, well you know how the rest of that saying goes."
Tom had to place his hand over his mother's to stop her from intervening, giving her a look to say 'She doesn't need our help. My wife is a master at this craft.'
"Of course I do," you told her, your tone deceptively calm. "You didn't think I was going to grab you by the hair and haul your ass out of my seat, now did you? God no I don't wanna make a scene." And then as if on cue, a shrill ringtone perked up from her tiny purse. "I did however call your husband."
The saccharine tone was gone. "You what?"
"Or is it ex with benefits? You know I can never keep up with you these days." Andrew visibly choked on his popcorn, failing to hold in his laughter. "But anyways, I called your husband. And told him you were flirting with mine." You tilted your head to address Tom and his mother. "I only just got here, but I imagine I'm not wrong?" They simply nodded at you, identical smiles on the faces of mother and son.
Jennifer stood up from the seat, subtly squaring her shoulders as she stepped up to you. Her hushed tone was notably more confrontational now. "You little bitch, you have the nerve to mess with my life?"
"Well you have the nerve to mess with mine," you answered her simply. "Flirting with my husband? I mean I know that age can really fuck up our visual acuity, but…you really didn't see the ring on his finger?" You shifted your stance into something that Tom realized was you preparing for a more physical confrontation as you kept going. "I once threatened Glinda herself that I would rip her vocal chords out her throat with my bare hands if she so much as looked at my husband sideways again. And I like her a hell of a lot more than I do you, so don't even think for a second that I would hesitate to fuck you up. Siccing your partner on you was a mercy." The shrill ringtone ended, only to pick up once again, making the taller woman flinch. "I really think you should pick that up. Sounds important."
She turned around and finally walked away from the seat that was rightfully yours, and Tom reached for your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
And just before you sat down next to him, you called out one more time. "Oh, it was so nice to meet you! Such a shame you have to go so early." Jennifer looked back at you one last time, squinting her eyes in your direction like she wanted to cast a curse on you.
"A hundred percent less physical contact and yet somehow…a thousand times more entertaining than the Oscars," Andrew commented, holding out his hand for you to shake. "I've been praying to anyone out there that would listen that you'd pop in and save us all from her gnarly attempts at flirting. And then like magic, there you are."
"Well if I knew you wanted a bit of magic, I would have gone into my stash and made something go poof so I could have some smoke on my entrance," you shot back with a playful jovial grin brightening up your features. "It's good to see you again, buddy." And then you looked past your husband, a fondness in your voice as you addressed his mother. "Hi, Diana."
"Oh come on darling, none of that," his mother told you, reaching over him to grab on to your free hand. "You're family, luv. Call me Mum."
"Okay…" Your voice became audibly heavier, as if you were fighting back emotions as you tried again. "Hi, Mom." Tears began to well in your eyes as you said the words and you immediately became apologetic. "I'm sorry it's just…it's been decades since I called someone that and--I don't know it feels so foreign to me now."
She squeezed your hand tighter, reassuring you. "Well you can call me that for as long and as often as you like, luv." She motioned toward your outfit. "And you look stunning by the way. Positively radiant, that dress looks tailor made for you."
"Thank you," you said, beaming at her. "Tom picked it out for me. Left it in my car in case I was able to get out of my other project ahead of schedule." And then you turned your attention to him. "Hi, sweetie."
He tucked his free hand under your chin, softly pressing his lips between your brows. "Hello, goddess." He swiped his thumb at the corner of your eye, wiping away any remainder of your tears. "It truly is unfair how beautiful you are when you cry."
"Like husband, like wife, I guess," you shot back, scrunching your nose at him.
"So darling, tell me all about your project. I love hearing about what my children are working on," Diana told you, sitting across from you and Tom while you all enjoyed some afternoon tea at the Ralph Lauren suite.
You saw how Tom's eyes widened for a second in a bit of panic, seeing as today's "project" had nothing to do with any form of media, but you came ready. "Well it's about this mother whose child was abducted in broad daylight, and she reaches out on this help line, like in Equalizer? And then those mercenaries, vigilantes, whatever you wanna call them, they go out on a rescue mission."
"Ohh, how daunting! And it all works out in the end, yeah? Babe's reunited with their mum?"
Tears prickled at the backs of your eyes again, pride swelling in your chest as you answered her. "Yeah. They get to recover the kid. Mom's over the moon."
Tea went by rather quickly, with your husband looking adorably tense whenever you crossed your legs and the skin peeked out through your dress's high slit. It was clear he didn't completely think the decision through, giving you one of the dresses that he loved seeing you wear, but having to control himself not just in polite company, but with his mother sitting at the table with you.
When the sun had begun to set, you all stood from your table; you and Tom made the rounds one last time, bidding everyone farewell and making sure to thank the management for hosting the event. You had a few passing conversations with some casting directors who wanted to see if you were open to doing some projects with them, considering that they enjoyed watching your performance as Charli Greer on the recent season of The Night Manager, but you told them all the same thing.
You weren't open to any acting roles unless you were doing it alongside your husband.
Once he found his way back to you, Tom took his phone out, starting to give his team instructions to pick up his mother and drive her back to her home, but you stopped him, offering that you two could drive her back instead. And then pick up Eloise on your way back to your estate.
Just as you were about to make your way to the exit, your husband pulled you aside, backing you into a secluded corner. He placed his hands on your sides, pressing his forehead against yours as he stroked along your ribcage with his thumbs.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Your breathing grew heavy as he started pressing kisses to your forehead, and then to your temple, and then down the side of your face.
"I just need a minute," he whispered into your skin, kissing the corner of your jaw. "Just need to feel you." He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your body against his, and he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, taking a breath.
Your heart ached the moment you realized what he was doing.
He needed the moment to just be relieved. Relieved that this assignment didn't turn out to be your last. Relieved that you were here.
You crossed your arms behind his neck, turning your head to press your lips to his temple. "I'm here," you said shakily. "I'm alive and unharmed." You moved to hold his head delicately between your hands. "I'm home," you reassured him. "I came home to you." The tension in his body faded away at your words, and he pressed his lips to yours in a fevered kiss, pressing your back against the wall again as his hands roamed your sides.
You had to stifle a moan when he reached the slit of your dress and his large hand wrapped around the back of your knee, slowly lifting your leg to hook around his own. "I know we don't have time," he groaned against your lips, the reluctant acceptance clear in his tone. "I just need another minute."
When he tilted his head to kiss and nip at the crook between your neck and shoulder, you had to clamp your hand over your mouth so you wouldn't make a sound that would draw attention to where you two had snuck off to. The soft thud of your head hitting the wall had your husband chuckling against your skin, the sound reverberating through your body and making you completely delirious for him.
"We should get going, sweetheart," he rasped as he pulled away, kissing your cheek as he set your leg back down. "The sooner I have you all to myself, the better." He took a step back, giving you some room to breathe as he smoothed his hands down the fabric of your dress before taking your hands in his. "You really are a vision in this dress."
"Thank you for choosing it, husband," you shot back playfully. "You have impeccable taste."
Before you could make a motion to move back to the main area of the suite, he tugged you back in his direction, whispering one last naughty sentiment in your ear. "Though I imagine it would look much better in a heap on our bedroom floor."
"Oh absolutely it would," you told him, tilting your head to lightly ghost your lips along the shell of his ear. "Right next to your suit."
It was well after dark when you and Tom got back to your estate with Eloise in tow, and you already had your day planned out for tomorrow after promising Diana that you would visit so she could spend the day with her youngest grandchild. And then by the time you'd entered your house, your daughter woke up, her cries telling you that she was hungry.
While you were feeding her, the sound of your husband's film camera's shutter caught your attention, and you looked up from the months old baby in your arms to find him staring fondly at the scene before him. The picture of contentment. Happiness, even. Like he was exactly where he wanted to be at that moment.
"I want to remember every possible moment," he said, pointing the camera at you again as you blew a kiss at him. "Fill as many albums as we can. One day when we're old and grey, we'll be glad that we did."
"You really think I'm gonna make it to old and grey?" The words came out of you before you had the chance to filter it. And the worry worked away at his face again, his brows furrowing together as his eyes welled up with tears. You pursed your lips as he made his way toward you, wrapping both you and Lulu in his arms. "I'm sorry, it's just…that type of attitude just kind of comes with the territory. When you do what I do."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead before tucking his hand below your chin, tilting your head up so he could kiss your lips. "I know you'll make it, sweetheart. We both will."
The sound of Lulu's baby bottle popping out of her little mouth drew your attention back to her, and your hearts just melted at the sight of her tired little features scrunching up as she yawned. "Looks like our little baby penguin's ready for bed." Your husband took her out of your arms and you felt some instant relief in your shoulders. Before he started to go upstairs, you tucked a sterilized washcloth between your daughter and the fabric of his suit. "I have cleaned blood off of damn near every surface imaginable, even fucking suede. But baby spit up might be the thing that defeats me. And I quite like that suit."
You quickly rinsed out Lulu's baby bottle as Tom carried her to the nursery. Right as you were locking down the ground floor for the night, you received an encrypted text from Grey with a final status update for the night. Relief flooded your system as you read the words.
All good here, G. Margaret's got her kid again and she's giving us a coin each. She insists. We're coordinating with authorities to find the families of the other kids we saved from the compound, too. I'll let you know if we need you on board with this. Have a good one, sis.
You typed off a quick reply before making your way upstairs. Thanks, Wolf. Just gimme a call if you need a hand, I'll make the time. Send my love to your family, Brother Mine.
You locked your phone away in the console table outside your bedroom suite, situating it right next to Tom's, and kicked off your heels before padding your way to the nursery. The sound of piano keys softly tinkling from the room had your mouth quickly forming into a wide grin. And the sound of your husband singing damn near brought you to the ground.
"Then there was music, and wonderful roses," he sang. You could hear the smile on his face as your daughter cooed at her father's voice.
"They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows, of dawn and dew," you joined in, your voice blending seamlessly with his.
He looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours as the softest smile graced his handsome face. He subtly bowed his head in your direction, and you finished off the rest of Eloise's lullaby together.
"There was love all around, but I never heard it singing. No I never heard it at all, 'til there was you. 'Til there was you."You walked over to your daughter's crib, and she was already sound asleep, her little chest rising and falling in even breaths.
"Sweet dreams, little angel," you said softly, pressing your lips to your fingertips before placing it on the top of her head. "We love you more than words could ever say."
Tom walked up behind you, gently resting his hands on your shoulders and kissing your temple before wrapping his hand around yours and leading you to your bedroom. It didn't slip past you that he was deftly loosening his tie with his free hand, and that when he opened the door to your bedroom suite for you, he let you enter first so he could position himself behind you.
He was already making quick work of the zipper at the back of your dress, pushing the straps off your shoulders and down your arms. He let out a low groan as he watched the dress fall into a heap of fabric at your feet, leaving you in your bra and panties. He held your hand as he circled around you, holding you steady as you stepped out of the pooled fabric.
"Exquisite," he breathed out, taking both your hands now and placing them on his chest. You closed the distance between you, holding his gaze in the faint light as you pressed a kiss to his wedding band.
As you worked at the buttons of his dress shirt, he completely undid his tie and shrugged off his suit jacket, letting the fabric join your dress on the floor. You pressed your lips to his exposed chest as your one hand deftly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, your other already moving lower and working on unbuckling his belt. You could feel how his breaths shuddered as you pressed kisses to his skin, an almost impatient feel to him as he unhooked your bra and flicked it over to the growing pile of clothes and then moved his hands to the lacy panties that he also left for you in the garment bag.
"Just rip it," you groaned against him, feeling your hunger for him grow with every passing second, your sharp exhale ruffling the light dusting of hair on his chest. You let out a little squeal when you heard more than felt the fabric tear and give way from the effortless flick of his hands. Once his shirt was completely undone, you pushed the fabric off his shoulders and threw it in the general direction of the rest of your clothes, and he shuffled his suit trousers down his legs.
Under much less horny circumstances, you might have broken into a small fit of laughter seeing that once again, today your husband chose to be sans underwear.
Tom pulled you to him with a gentle tug, pressing your bodies together. He weaved his fingers through your hair and wrapped his other arm around you, lifting you up and prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to your bed. He sat down on the edge, placing your knees on either side of him before pulling you into another kiss, groaning into your mouth when your tongues tangled together. His hands greedily roamed your body, and he broke the kiss to lightly run his fingertips along the side of your stomach.
Right at the spot where, just a little over a year ago, you were injured to the point you had to literally stitch yourself back up. Now the skin was smooth, nary an indicator that such a wound even dared to exist there. He kissed the fully healed spot, tracing a path of exactly where that cut used to be, and it nearly took all the air out of your lungs. Like it always did.
He'd made a point to kiss you there every time you came home from an assignment as Evangeline.
"You are the love of my life," he whispered into your skin, kissing his way up your chest. He paused at the base of your throat. "You are the last woman I will ever love. The last I would ever want to share my body with." He kissed his way up to your lips. "As for my heart?" You both took a shuddering breath as he reached between you, running the tip of his length along your slit before lining himself up at your entrance, and then he guided your body to sink down. Inch by inch. "I gave my heart away a decade ago. It's yours, goddess. I'll never want it back."
A/N: I swear any semblance of control I have gets away from me when I'm writing these two…specifically when Reader's in "Evangeline mode". Pretty sure I'm gonna have to apologize in advance when I finally write the chapters where she goes and tells Tom and some other characters in this series about her "other side" 😳👀 Also if y'all can't tell yet, I really don't like JLo 😂
Anyways…I wanted to set aside some time to make sure I had this up by today as a bit of an "obligatory" birthday post. Ya gorl is officially thirty…plus two 🤣 And I'm fully intending on spending the day just getting caught up with some of my hobbies and nomming on whatever food my heart desires. And also cake…lots and lots of cake
A "debrief" on this chapter is coming, since I've got a whole bunch of stuff in here that are references to either previously uploaded chapters…or stuff that hasn't happened been written yet. I'll make a list on which is which, and what to expect. If I remember that I said I'd do it, idk y'all I'm getting old--
I do love that Tom Hiddleston, a very famous actor who could be doing all sorts of prestigious things, has opted to star in a Pompeii documentary and currently appears to be going around telling anyone who will listen about how cool ancient Latin graffiti is.
THEY SAY SHE WAS SEEN 👀 ON OCCASION PACING 🚶♀️ THE ROCKS 🪨 STARING OUT AT THE MIDNIGHT SEA 🌊 AND IN A FEUD 🤺 WITH HER NEIGHBOR 🏠 SHE STOLE HIS DOG 🐶 AND DYED IT KEY LIME GREEN 🍋🟩 50 YEARS IS A LONG TIME HOLIDAY HOUSE 🏠 SAT QUIETLY ON THAT BEACH 🏖️ FREE OF WOMEN 💃 WITH MADNESS THEIR MEN 🕺🏻 AND BAD HABITS AND THEN IT WAS BOUGHT BY ME 💸
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