#Hiddleston x fem!reader

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Against the odds

Epilogue - Happily Ever After

a/n: Well... This is it. We reached the epilogue of a wonderful story. I hope you like this epilogue. ☺️ I had sooo much fun working and writing with @ladycamillewrites on this fabulous story. It's been an honour, my lovely friend! ❤

And you can be sure, guys... This wasn't the last time I and Camille teamed up. 😁

Word Count: 4,1k

Warnings for the Epilogue: a loooot of fluff, pregnancy, birth (It's a bit graphic), more fluff

I'm no birthing expert, but I tried. ☺️

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Belsize Park, London, UK - Four Months Later

"Are you really sure we can still go out to eat in the restaurant, darling?" You nodded, confidently. "Of course, babe! My contractions are still light years apart! Annie said it's okay if I would stay home for a while longer. When my water breaks, then we can start to worry - and I am miles away from that, believe me, Tommy." The Brit bit his lip, still not quite convinced. "Are you really sure? To 100 per cent?" You rolled your eyes, but smiled, and wrapped both your arms around your boyfriend's neck. "Yes, Thomas. To 100 per cent." He placed both his hands on the sides of your very big baby bump, tracing gentle circles in the clothed skin. "I'm just worried, love..." "I know." "But if you say it's okay, then let's go..." A bright smile darted over your face. You had looked forward to this dinner in your favourite restaurant. Since you moved to Tom two months ago, you went there quite a few times. Especially, because they always had, what you craved. "Let's go." You said as well, before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Everything is going to be fine." That was what you said - but only about an hour later, you were disabused…

The main course had been absolutely delicious, just like the soup you had as first course. Now it was finally time to dig into the dessert - and no, you didn't mean Tom this time... You meant the extraordinarily delicious looking Mousse au Chocolate, standing mere inches away from you on the table. Your mouth watered alone at the sight of it, so you quickly reached for the little spoon and digged into the sugary treat. Tom just eyed you from opposite the table with a giggle. But just when you were about to take the first spoonful of the Mousse, you suddenly felt a small gush, causing the spoon in your hand to clatter down on the table. The shocked expression on your face was clearly visible, what triggered the panic inside Tom. "Darling? What's wrong?!" "Um... I uh... I am not sure if I just peed myself or if my water broke..." You explained your panicking boyfriend, smiling uptight. All Tom could do was blinking at you. "I-I beg you pardon?" You let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, um, I-I am not sure if-" You cut off your own sentence with a hiss, as you felt a sharp pain in your lower abdomen, announcing a contraction. "Darling... Was that a-" "Contraction, yes." You said through gritted teeth, breathing through the much worse contraction than the others had been. "I, uh, think it was option B..."

Tom swallowed, still needed a moment to realise what was happening, but once his brain had processed the information, he literally jumped up from the chair, "Shit, baby, we need to get you into the hospital!" and hastily rounded the table, in order to help you stand up. That wasn't an easy task, given the fact that you were nine months pregnant with twins, your water just broke - giving you the uneasy feeling of having peed yourself and having contractions. Thumbs up! Life was great! To your luck, you had Tom, who paid the bill for dinner in lighting speed, before rushing to your side once again. He steadied you, wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you through the not so crowded private area of the restaurant and towards his car - what he had luckily parked right around the corner, so the way for you to walk wasn't that far. Although, walking wasn't quite the right term to describe your movement. It was rather 'stumbling forwards'.

Once you made it safely to the car, Tom helped you inside. "Everything alright, darling?" Your boyfriend asked, oceanic blue eyes filled with worry, but also excitement looking at you. You nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, thanks, Tommy." He smiled, "No need to thank me, love. As your boyfriend and father of our little Hiddles, it's my duty to help you." and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead. "Now let's get you to the hospital."

The ride to said hospital was rather uneventful. Sure, your water broke and your contractions intensified, were closer together, but not as close that you were already able to give birth. Tom's hand rested on your knee the whole drive, tracing calming patterns into your clothed skin.

About forty minutes later, you were in the maternity ward on the third floor, in one of the delivery rooms, changed into an ugly hospital gown and checked by the doctors. Everything seemed to be just as it had to be. Although, you weren't dilated enough to push yet, so you had to wait; killing the time your body needed, in order to get yourself ready for the birth.

Now you were steadying yourself against the foot end of the bed, as you breathed through another contraction. Tom stood beside you, suit jacket long thrown aside, rubbing small circles over your back in order to help you through it. "You're doing great, my love." Hearing the encouraging words of your boyfriend, paired with the subsiding pain of the contraction, caused the final realisation of the situation to dawn on you... You were in the hospital. About to give birth to twins. You would be able to hold the baby in your arms you always wanted. Even better... You were not blessed with one, but two babies - who were going to be the perfect mix of you and the man of your dreams. A soft giggle left your lips at your thoughts, much to the Brit's confusion. "Y/N? Are you okay?" You nodded, straightening yourself up and turning around to face Tom. "Given the circumstances, yes. It's just... Tommy, we are going to be parents in a few hours... Can you believe that?" A soft smile crept up his handsome face. "Surreal, isn't it?" "Very." Tom took a step closer, rested both his hands on your big bump and his forehead against yours. "I can't wait to meet them." You smiled, "Me neither." and blinked away a few tears of happiness. "I'm so happy, Tommy." You whispered, closing your eyes. "I'm happy too, darling... And utterly terrified." Another small giggle left your lips. You knew that Tom's anxiety level had gotten higher and higher the closer you got to your due date. Quite normal for a dad-to-be - so Chris told you. "I know, babe, I know... But I guess that's quite normal. I am angsty, too..." You felt Tom nod. "Think so too... Chris told me he was almost 'shitting his pants' as well." You snorted out another laugh at your boyfriend's choice of words, knowing that he just quoted your brother. "Well, in that case I feel reassured."

The next three hours were spent with waiting, breathing through steadily pain increasing contractions, several doctors, nurses and Annie (your midwife) checking in on you and your precious cargo and, of course, calling several members of yours and Tom's family. Tom called his mum and sisters, your parents, Benedict and lastly Chris, while you managed to call Liam and Luke.

"Well, hello there, mate!" Chris' happy voice echoed through Tom's mobile, as he made his way back from getting himself a coffee. A doctor was currently checking in on you and Tom used those few minutes, in which you were in safe hands, to get some caffeine inside his system. Not that he needed it. The adrenaline inside his veins was already running high, but it was late and he desperately wanted something to hydrate himself; and since the cafeteria was closed at this late hour, the coffee vending machine was the place to go. "Chris, hey." "What's up, Tom? Everything alright? How's Y/N?" The Brit decided to not beat about the bush and tell his close friend straight away what was going on. "Well, about that... We're in the hospital since about, um..." He took a quick look on his watch. "Four hours. Y/N's gone into labour." An excited squeal - yes, squeal urged to Tom's ears from the other end of the line. "Ahh, oh my goodness! Elsa?! Sweetheart?!" Tom could hear her voice from a faint distance, calling out for Chris. "Y/N went into labour! The twins are on their way!" Suddenly could hear the dad-to-be his best friend's wife's voice loud and clear. "Oh my, really??!!" "Yes! Tom's on the phone!" "That's so exciting!" Elsa's words were directed to Chris, but then she addressed Tom as well. "Hi Tom!" The blonde brown-haired man chuckled at his friend's and family's clearly audible excitement. "Hey Elsa." "How's Y/N doing? Are the twins okay? She isn't already able to push, is she?!" Elsa immediately bombarded him with questions. "Given the circumstances, she's doing well. Just like the twins. Everything's okay." A relieved breath left both, Chris and Elsa's lips. "Good, that's good." "Yes. I'm very glad everything's going so smoothly. I hope it stays that way." "She's in good hands, Tom. Birthing twins is not easy, but believe me, it's going to be fine. If someone knows, it's me." Tom chuckled at Elsa's words, knowing that this was a 100 per cent true.

Unfortunately, Tom couldn't get to answer Elsa's last question, because he saw Annie leaving your room and making her way down the hallway towards him. "Uh, guys, I'm afraid I have to go. I am going to text you, as soon as the twins are born. Bye." Before either Chris or Elsa were able to answer Tom, he had hung up. Quickly stuffing his mobile back into his pocket, he rushed down the hallway to meet Annie halfway. "Tom! I'm glad I could find you straight away." The Brit's eyes widened in sheer horror, assuming the worst. "Why? Is something wrong?!" He asked in a shaky, panicky voice. Annie quickly shook her head, stilling his fears immediately. "No, no, don't worry. Everything is alright." Tom felt how the sudden shock was subsiding again. "In fact, everything is more than alright... Y/N is dilated enough to push." Once again, the Brit's eyes widened. "S-She's ready to push?" Annie nodded, smiling. "Yes. You're about to meet your children, dad." Tom felt how his heartbeat quickened in pure excitement, happiness and anticipation. "Come on. Let's get you ready. I'm sure you want to be at Y/N's side, right?" He nodded quickly. "Yes, please. Gods, yes!" The midwife giggled at Tom's sudden rush of excitement - one reason why she loved her job so much.

Within a few minutes, Tom had slipped into a dark blue protective gown and entered together with Annie the delivery room again, in which you laid in the bed, ready to finally bring the twins into this world. The room was literally crowded with people. A doctor, two midwives, a nurse... Annie told Tom to take a seat beside you, what he immediately did, placing his coffee on the small table beside your bed. But hence, the coffee was the least important thing now. "Tommy!" You literally whined, quickly reaching for his hands to feel his comforting touch. "I'm here now. I'm here, darling." He spoke in a soothing voice, trying to calm you down. You were definitely more nervous, shaky and afraid than before Tom left to get his coffee. But it was no wonder. Of course, was your nervosity level shooting through the roof now. It was time, after all.  Your boyfriend leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, which was already dotted with sweat from the painful contractions you already went through. But both, you and Tom knew, that it was most likely going to get worse. "We're going to make this, okay? Together." You took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, Y/N..." Annie spoke up, drawing in your attention. "Everything is ready. We are prepared to meet your baby – and we are all here to help you, so don't worry. We got this." She said, giving you an encouraging smile. Gods... You loved that woman... "So, as soon as you feel the urge to push... Push." "O-Okay..."

Countless pushes and an excruciating hour filled with pain, tears and sweat later, you had almost done it. Almost. "I can see baby number one's head, Y/N! You almost did it. One more push and one twin is here!" Annie's words encouraged you immensely, just like Tom's and his hands around your hand, as you laid there - a sweaty, tired and painful mess. "Come on, love, you can do it. I know it." Tom whispered with a smile, giving your hand a squeeze. You nodded and with the next contraction, you felt the urge to push - and pushed. A loud whine slipped past your lips, as you felt a sudden pop. "You've done it, Y/N!" Announced Annie, accompanied by a small cry of a baby. "And we've got here... Your baby boy!" At those words, both yours and Tom's world suddenly seemed to stop. Time froze still. You exchanged a look, happy tears glistening in both your eyes. Sometimes, a single gaze spoke more than words ever could. That was exactly such a moment - which got gently interrupted by Annie. "Hey, Tom, do you want to cut the cord?" His head snapped down to the friendly midwife. "Yes, please." "Come here, then." Almost like remote-controlled stood the now dad up and joined Annie in order to cut the cord. His hands were quite a bit shaking and he had to hold back his tears, but he made it.

Once Annie treated the wound and wrapped the new bundle of joy up in a fluffy towel, she turned back to Tom. "Would you like to hold your little man, dad?" "M-May I?" The midwife nodded, "Of course!" and handed the new born carefully over. Tom felt a wave of pure pride, joy and love flooding his veins, as he looked down at his own flesh and blood. Slowly, he made his way over to you and sat down beside you on the chair, eyes glued to the baby in his arms. "Darling..." He started, but his words got stuck in his throat, as the tears started to fall. You were an emotional mess as well, of course. You had started to cry out of happiness, as soon as your baby boy cried for the first time. You reached out your hand to touch the baby's teeny tiny hand, when another contraction hit you, reminding you, that there was another baby, who desperately wanted to see the light of the day. "Ugh." You whined, gritting your teeth at the sudden rush of pain. "Oop! Seems like your baby girl is ready to come out as well!" Annie quickly jumped to see what was going on between your legs. "Yes! I think I can see the head! Two pushes, Y/N and she should be here!" "Okay, okay, okay..." You said, clearly out of breath. "I'm here, my love. You did so well, bringing our baby boy into this world. You can do it again." Tom leaned down to kiss you, while still holding baby one in his arms.

Two pushes later, you felt another pop and heard a second cry, announcing the birth of your little girl. "Tom, your turn again?" Annie asked for the second time, looking at him with a smile. Eagerly the Brit stood up, handing the boy over to the second midwife, who took him into the adjoining room to bath and weigh him. Tom cut the cord of his second child, before taking the swaddled baby girl over to you. With teary eyes, you smiled up at your boyfriend, watching him sitting down beside you and lower his arms, so that you were able to look at your daughter. You were absolutely speechless, not able to say a single word, but to cry happy tears. Tom was, of course, crying once again too. You felt his tears dripping down on your cheeks, when he bent over to kiss you. Annie then took the baby with her as well, in order to bath and weigh her and to check if she was alright.

After getting over the afterbirth and all cleaned up, you were brought into another room, where you would spend the next few days. Tom accompanied you, of course, not letting go of your hand for even a second. The two of you had barely reached the room, when Annie and the other lovely midwife joined you; both of them pushing two little baby beds. "They are both perfectly healthy. Everything is as it should be." Annie said with a sweet smile. "Congrats to you both." "Thank you." Then she turned to you. "Y/N, you did amazing. How are you feeling now?" You gave the woman a small, almost delirious smile. "Happy, sweaty and utterly tired. Thank you." The midwife nodded, "Rest now, sleep a bit if you can. Tom?" and turned to face the blonde brown-haired man. "You can stay here if you want, of course. We arranged this bed for you, which is big enough for the both of you." Annie said, winking. "Thank you very much, Annie." "You're welcome. And Tom... Have you already decided on names for those two? If yes, then I can write them down on their crib cards and finish them." "Oh, of course, yes, sorry." "No need to apologise. It's quite a bit overwhelming, I know." The Brit's cheeks reddened slightly, as he made his way over to the midwife to help her finish the crib cards. "Grace and Frankie - two wonderful names."

Before Annie left, she helped you feeding the newborns for the first time and informed you that she is going to check on you and the twins once in a while. Now, it was time to share the first proper moments as a family of four. While Frankie was still eating in your arms, had Grace dozed off in Tom's arms. "Tommy..." You whispered your boyfriend's name. "Can you believe that? We are parents now..." A soft chuckle left Tom's lips. "I know... That's so unbelievable and yet..." He brushed his thumb gently over Grace's tiny cheek. "So real." "Mhhh... Everything I ever wanted is suddenly here in my arms." Indeed. Life was perfect in that moment. You were able to hold your son and daughter in your arms. You had a wonderful boyfriend and father of your children. 'The Moralizer' literally went through the roof; blew up cinemas all around the world and their box offices. And the publicity had finally accepted you. What more could you wish for?

"Thank you, Y/N." Tom spoke up again. "Thank you for giving me your love, this life and our children. I am the happiest man on earth right now."

The first night - or well, rather rest of the night as parents went smoother than expected. Sure, the babies cried a few times, but Tom was quick to sooth them. He was a natural in your eyes. The morning was spent with enjoying precious family time together, Tom doing once again several phone calls and carrying both twins around - being the proud dad he was. Of course, he went home for an hour or so, to take a shower, freshen up a bit, get you and the twins a few clothes and to eat something. On his way back to the hospital, he picked up his mom to take her to see her grandchildren for the first time. Diana was of course super excited and happy.

"Hey, mom." Tom greeted his mother, as he leaned against the car with a smile. "Tom." She immediately came towards him with open arms, hugging her son close. "Congratulations, Thomas. I am so so happy for you and Y/N." The Brit felt how a single tear escaped the corner of his eye. "Thank you so much, mom." Diana pulled back from the hug, cupped her son's cheeks with a smile. "I am very proud of you. I love you." Tom couldn't help himself but hug his mother once again, pressing a kiss on her cheek on the way. "I love you, too."

The ride to the hospital was filled with conversations about the previous night. How the birth was, how you were feeling and how it was for Tom to cut the cords and so on. Arrived at the hospital, Tom took Diana immediately to your room. "There we are." He said, opening the door quietly - just in case you or the twins were sleeping. Turned out, you weren't asleep, just like Grace, who was laying in your arms. Frankie was asleep, though. "Hey, darling." Your boyfriend greeted you, stepping over to the bed for a kiss. "Hi, babe." Another kiss. "I brought a guest, my love. Hope that's okay." You looked past Tom, seeing Diana standing in the door frame, smiling. "Of course! Hi Diana!" She gently closed the door behind her and stepped closer as well. "Hello, my dear. How are y- Awww..." She cut off her own sentence, as Tom lifted the sleeping Frankie out of his crib, in order to show Diana the newborn. "Oh my... Look at you... So cute and tiny." Tom's mom approached the baby, reaching out her hand to touch the little boy's hand. "Hi Frankie, I'm your granny." She cooed, looking at her grandson with heart eyes. "He's not even a day old and he already looks like you, Thomas. Got your nose, lips and even the curls." Diana said with a small laugh, running her fingers through the blonde-brown tufts of hair on the baby boy's head. "You think so, mom?" "Mhm." She would've marvelled Frankie longer, if Grace wouldn't have had something against it, announcing her presence with a soft cry, which attracted Diana's attention. You immediately started to rock the baby girl gently, trying to shush her, while Diana passed by Tom and went straight to you. "Oh hello, you sweet, sweet girl." The elderly woman couldn't take her eyes of the little girl, was already completely in love. "She's so sweet - and looks a lot like her beautiful mama." Your cheeks reddened slightly at Diana's compliment. "Got your hair and definitely your eyes." "And my nose, said Tom." Diana chuckled, "That too, yes." and looked up to you. "May I hold her?" You nodded, "Of course." and handed Grace over to her granny. "Hi Grace, I'm your granny." The baby girl looked up at her grandmother with big, sleepy eyes. You watched Diana and Tom softly speaking to Grace and Frankie; carrying them around the room. Yes... Life was perfect.

Two Years Later

The Australian sun shone down on you, as you watched your husband and brother running along the beach from afar, making the water splash around them. They were chasing two toddlers. A girl with Y/H/C hair, bundled up in two cute pigtails and clad in a purple swimsuit; and a boy, dressed in orange swim shorts with hair just like his father's - blonde and curly. Their giggling could be heard miles away, causing you to smile. It was such a sweet, wonderful thing to watch. Elsa had told you, you would find them here, so you quickly made your way to the beach, unable to wait any longer to see them again.

Taking off your shoes, you stepped through the warm sand, straight towards your family. Chris already waved at you from inside the water. "Sometimes, I think I have not just two kids, but three." You announced your presence with a giggle. Three heads snapped immediately into your direction. "Mama!" Frankie and Grace were quick to run towards you, as fast as their small legs could carry them. You squatted down, ready to catch them. "Mama!" They literally jumped into your arms, clinging to you. "Hiii, you two." You pressed a lingering kiss on both their heads, as you saw Tom making his way over to you as well, a broad smile on his face. You stood up again, engulfing Tom in a hug as well, while the twins still clung your legs. "Hi babe." You whispered, running your hands through his way longer hair. He had to let it grow a bit, for a play he was going to do. "Hello, darling." He leaned back to kiss you, placing his hands on your hips. "How was the last day of filming?" "Great. I had so much fun." "That's amazing. I'm so happy and proud, darling... Your very own surf movie..." "Insane, right?" Tom shook his head. "No. Well deserved."

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Against the Odds

Chapter 12 - It's Showtime

a/n: So sorry for not uplaoding last week as Maddie and I ususally intended to🖤 My life was quite the mess and I was mourning a dear friend... please excuse the delay, friends :)

warnings: 18+ smuttish, talks of pregnancy, mean media/press, cussing, past trauma -response

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“What’s that cute pouty face about, my love?“ Tom asked, those entertained sparkly hues flashing in his sky blue eyes. Greek gods spoke through his accurate bone structure, the slightly tired look and gravel in his voice only making it worse for you to accept the storage compartment thing that separated your business class seats.

Coyly biting your lips, your gaze wandered from your lap to the window and back.

“Ohhh, I get it. My darling wants the window seat?“ Your boyfriend chuckled leaning over to press a warm kiss on your forehead before long, elegant legs hoisted his body up. Fast as lighting seats were swapped and a broad grin adorned your face as you took in Singapore airports many flickering lights.

It was late and your layover luckily not too long nevertheless, the thought of having 13 hours left to spent in this plane was tiring.

“Psst... Baby Hiddles?“ 

“Tommy, I somehow have the feeling they won't answer“ you giggled yawning, your elbow propped on the small curved crevice under the window to support your heavy head. Tom would never be mad at you for being a bit absent when almost five months pregnant with twins. Your body was practically working 24/7 to nourish and keep the little troublemakers safe.

“But the most beautiful woman on earth sure can“ he purred brushing your loose hair to he side, his hot, weirdly seductive breath tickling your earlobe. “I have to remark you were quite responsive last night, y/n“.

A hot, skittish shiver descended your spine, a familiar clench of thighs proved your muscle memory working. With delicious memories worth to revel in…

Hungry hands roamed across your back, strong thumbs gently massaging your muscles what provided heavenly relief. But Tom, of course, wasn’t only to do your back muscles a favor.

A wolfish grin appeared next to you, flashing in the corner of your eye like a flickering torch. “Darling, I cannot control myself any longer. I need to feel you. Please“ Tom’s baritone voice begged, the omnipresent respect he had for you showing in every part of his plea.

“Then have me, Thomas“

“Oh, you know exactly what happens when you’re calling me that, don’t you?“ He groaned, slowly letting his arched back sink down until all you felt were his flexing abs on top of your bare back, his promising erection poking the soft flesh of your butt cheeks.

Hell, you knew how much it turned him on so his full name slipped from your lust-drunken tongue once again. So easily. So natural.

“Fuck, Darling“ he cursed, gently but demandingly biting along your shoulder. Tom didn’t cuss often but when he did, it sounded so fucking sexy intertwining perfectly with the unique tone of his British accent. “Please just take me. Now“ you panted totally intoxicated by the obvious feeling of Tom’s soft knuckled brushing your rear again and again.

He was pleasuring himself.

“So responsive while I’m not even truly touching you, my love“ the low baritone chided you playfully, a mischievous smirk on lips audible in a salacious way.

You had awakened his darker side, the side he only showed you and only served your pleasure. His body and mind were yours completely while you gave in to him with every fibre of your quivering body. 

It didn’t take long until the whole room was filled with passionate moans and staggered breaths, your bodies dancing with each other while the physical union existed in perfect parallelism with your connected minds. “I love you, baby. You’re perfect” Tom’s gravelly voice, husky from all the talking throughout the day. 

“Fuck, Tommy. I- I have never been ha-happier” you murmured while the sweet haze of pleasure sent your nerves skyrocketing.

It felt perfect. He felt perfect, meant to be even. You couldn’t even count the times Tom made you touch a piece of heaven since he had arrived in Australia but hell, it was like a dream your fragile mind marinated in as long as it lasted. 

Just the two of you. With people you both love and won’t judge. But after every dream there’s a harsh welcome to reality. 

“Tom…” you murmured absent-mindedly, fingers drawing circles on the beige armrest. A sign of nervousness perhaps since going back to London automatically implied the premier coming closer and closer which in turn meant your hide and seek with the world and press was over. And with Nate.

An inevitable cascade of cataclysmic events.

The Brit shuffled in his seat, arm reaching out to hand you the glass of orange juice, a welcome drink 'pregnant woman' edition.

Tom’s champagne bubbled temptingly but the wellbeing of your children was your absolute number one priority. No alcohol for as long as needed. “Darling, what is going on in the beautiful mind of yours?“ He asked carefully, the smile dropping as you rejected the drink sighing.

“I don’t know if I can do this. I’ve asked my tailoress and she said 'it would be quite the challenge to hide those two' “ two fingers drawing quotation marks in the air while your heart ached and shifted. 

“What if we showed them?“ 

“W-What?“ 

“Y/n, you and the Mini-Hiddles make me the luckiest man alive. And I would be a fool if I didn’t show the whole world what I won. What we’ve created“ he purred, a gentle hand caressing your thigh in slow strokes.

The same charming smile you once fell in love with in the film studio met your anxious eyes as you turned to face your boyfriend. If you would be staring enough, it might even melt your doubts.

“But what if they take it from us again, Tom? You’ve seen what they’re capable of and how little I could do against it“. Your gaze dropped from his steel blues, memories of the colorful headlines which spread about a month ago returned to terrorize your sanity.

God, they even brought you to leave the love of your life for literally nothing.

“Hey, look at me“ he coaxed your gaze back up until you were drowning in the beauty of his face again. “My love, no one will ever be able to destroy our bond, okay? Not the press and most of all not Thompson“ the hatred and sneer embedded in British accent clearly audible when your ex's name slipped form his lips.

However, without a warning your lips sealed, your boyfriend’s passionate tongue demanding entrance and showing you what you meant to him.

Everything.

“You are no one to be hidden, darling. I want to scream it to the world that you’re the woman to carry my heart“ he whispered as your mouths parted a few centimeters, hot breaths fanning against wet lips. A herd of vivid butterflies began their journey through your veins, spreading Tom’s intoxicating love in your system like a drug. 

A big hand found your belly, more obvious as the twins grew, the warmth of his touch making one of them move. “Let’s show them what I did to you, hm?“ The sexual innuendo made both of your grin, your vocal cords summoning an enchanted giggle; testament to the effect Tom’s words had on you. 

“I’ll think about it, okay?“ You murmured, nibbling on his lower lip, eager for another of his heavenly kisses that were capable to make you forget about anything. To forget didn’t mean to heal, you knew that damn well but let a woman relax for once.

An approving hum vibrated against your skin making your thighs clench so deliciously involuntary. A unique effect only the charming dad of your unborn little treasures had and all to willingly used against you. 

“Love?“ Tom’s gravelly morning voice echoed across the big apartment after the Brit realized his gorgeous woman wasn’t laying curled up in his arms like usually. 

“Kitchen“ you chirped back, a happy smile curling your lips when the smell of fresh pancakes infiltrated your nostrils. It was late spring in London, birds singing their gleeful melodies and rays of a newborn sun creeping through every window alongside a warm, flowery breeze.

The pair of maternity leggings you deemed the most comfortable sat snugly around your baby bump while one of Tom’s notorious blue sweaters hid your upper body. They were far too comfortable and smelled perfectly like home.

The last few days in your shared home was cozy and calm. Cuddles weren’t rare and the sweet nothings Tom constantly whispered in your ears warmed your heart to the hilt and caused a broad smile to constantly be glued on your face. “Strawberries or chocolate?“ You asked the two tiny beings in your belly who were more and more active. And occasionally tormenting.

“How about one for each Hiddles?“ Tom quipped playfully as he appeared next to you, a fuzzy, white bath robe hugging the athletic man. “Hmmm, quite the genius today“. Your boyfriend’s laughter rung soothingly in your ear, his arm snaking around your waist to lean your smaller body back against his.

“As if my hunger wasn’t already big enough to eat more than one“ you snickered placing Tom’s other hand on your belly to let him feel his moving offspring. “Fear not, little wonders. Granny is surely already preparing for a lavish dinner tonight“ he murmured, ocean blue orbs oozing pure devotion as he eyed your bump.

“Tom! I feel fat when you’re doing that. Stop“ you exclaimed with a traitorous smile on your lips. Oh, you always dreamt of becoming a mom and the journey was just as special as the real adventure yet to await you so you cherished every single day of pregnancy.

Even if some were nerve-wrecking and really exhausting.

A chiding eyebrow was raised at your comment, cute wrinkles forming on your man’s forehead as he looked you in the eye. “Nope“ he sad popping the p. “I won’t ever get tired of the sight of my gorgeous girlfriend. Especially now“ hot breath met your skin alongside his slightly suggestive comment, eliciting an adorable trail of goosebumps down your neck. 

Careful teeth began nibbling at your shoulder as you flipped the pancakes, placing tiny pieces of chocolate on top to melt. “Thomas“ you panted feeling the familiar heat built between your legs before your consciousness stepped in to avert a make out session in between a hot stovetop and not yet put away, freshly washed up knives.

The twins made you so much more cautious. However, it truly was for the better.

“Can- outch! Can you watch them for a sec? Your kids are playing baseball with my bladder“. Hasty steps rushed towards the bathroom, Tom’s amused laughter echoing from behind. Cheeky little shit. 

Scrolling through instagram in the quick moment of privacy you found an article about… you and Tom.

Of course, your shaky fingers clicked on it to find out what kind of misery you were accused of now. Secretly, you didn’t even want to know but nevertheless, it was important for your own pr and most of all Tom’s reputation you started to care about even more than your own. 

A snapshot of you and Tom arriving at London Heathrow in the early morning sprung at you, the thin beige coat luckily hiding your front completely so no baby alarm. “At least“ you murmured to yourself before scrolling down to see whatever headline this spontaneous spot at the airport might’ve caused. 

Not gonna lie, your were nervous but the confidence Tom’s honest and supporting love planted in your mind grew stronger with every day in his arms.

Perhaps it was ready to fight- or show?

<<Tom Hiddleston and girlfriend y/n Hemsworth happy after love vacation>> 

You had to blink twice before realization set in.

Desperately, you searched for the cheeky innuendo or harsh undertone but there were none. Not a single thing sounded bad about this.

Subconsciously, your mouth began to smile as you made a fateful decision. One that you hopefully wouldn’t regret and also finally silence Nate fucking Thompson forever.

Swatching tabs on your phone, you opened WhatsApp, the chat with your personal stylist of Prada lurking on top of the list. A determined sigh escaped your parted lips as skillful fingers began to type.

A surprise for Tom and the whole damn world. 

Hey, Clarisse. I’ve decided on the silver dress. Fitting on Friday sounds fine with me xx

“Darling, the pancakes are getting cold“ 

“Coming!“

“Oh god, y/n!“ Diana exclaimed inviting you in her opened arms after Tom helped you out of the thin jacket.

His mom was such a heartwarming personality, always super friendly and now totally obsessed with the thought of becoming a grandma. Twice.

“You’re glowing, darling! Pregnancy suits you“ she nearly sobbed, both hands on your shoulders and glassy eyes bathing in the sight of your belly. “I missed you, Diana“ you smiled warmly before the woman beckoned you in the dining room where her wooden table was already richly set, delicious scents coaxing you closer.

“That smells heavenly“ you mused with eyes closed feeling the appetite growing as if the babies had taken a cute little sniff as well. “Thank you, my dear. I am hosting a family dinner for four now after all“ the friendly lady chuckled, satisfied with the outcome of a whole day of stressful cooking. 

The urge to qualify as the perfect grandma-to-be was mighty. 

“Mom, what is that?“ Tom poked her amusedly, arms spread and gesturing towards the about four different meals she had prepared for your visit. A braised chicken alongside a bowl of steaming vegetables, Yorkshire Puddings, a Shepherd’s Pie, kidney pie and her notorious roasted tomato soup adorned the table.

Delicious treats everywhere you looked. 

“Thomas William Hiddleston“ you huffed, hands on your hips and nose scrunched from his rushed comment. 

However, Diana simply began to grin and giggle like a child as Tom’s puzzled gaze met yours, an apology quickly following before he put a chair in place for you to sit down. “I see…“ Diana snickered, a laughter layered in her voice as she leaned over to you. “Someone has properly replaced me“.

“Mom, please?“ Tom pouted cocking his head before the two most important women in his life bursted out in laughter. But as long as you were happy, his heart was as well.

“I am so happy for you, Tom. So proud of the life you’ve built“ she eventually smiled, patting her sons back as she weaved past behind him. Tom’s little smirk was beaming with satisfaction and love. The twins would have a wonderful family to spend time with, be it in Australia, be it here.

How could you have ever wished for something else?

This was the life you always wanted. Those were the people you wished to be around every day and you were ready to fight for it. To expose yourself and proof all those idiots wrong, dazzling them with the perfection of your new life.

“What do you mean you’re sick?” you nearly hollered in the phone, Irene, your personal hair stylist startled to the core. 

“Sorry Arielle but I’m defo stuck in the hotel. I’m feeling like shit” Chris tried to excuse himself after announcing he won’t be attending the premier as originally intended. A cold shiver ran down your spine, fresh fear coming straight from hell.

Your brother promised to be around to provide some emotional support after the the press escapades two months ago. The newfound confidence was thriving within you however, the thought of facing the world like that again still frightened you.

“But- but -but”.

“Shhh, sis. You got his. With or without me” he tried to calm you down, hot tears banging on your eyelids threatening to run free. But you knew there was no going back now. Ridiculous four hours were separating you from the relentless cameras and awkward interviews so there was no time for a mental breakdown even if you felt so powerless again.

Harsh coughs resounded from you phone, proving your brothers sudden indisposition. It wasn’t his fault, absolutely not but nevertheless, you were far from happy about the news. “My fingers are crossed for you. Tom will take good care of you, I’m sure” Chris voice dripped with this apologetic tone before you finally allowed him to say goodbye. 

“I can’t. I can’t do that” you muttered, your foot beginning to tap on the floor in a nervous, staccato fueled by all the messages of people wishing you good luck for tonight.

Chris won’t be coming, you repeated mentally what did absolutely nothing to enhance your quite awful situation. The tight silver dress was pompously lurking in the clothes bag and reminded you of the fateful decision you had made so imprudently while peeing this one damn morning.

Well, shoot.

“Y/n, you will look stunning” Irene smiled coyly, her skilled hands fixing strand after strand in an elaborate updo. “I know, thanks to you. But that’s not it… They hate my persona rather than my looks”. She sighed as heavy tears started to roll down your reddened cheeks, small sobs filling the dressing room. 

You weren’t aware of the nearing strides of your boyfriend whose smile dropped immediately when he laid eyes on your sad face. “Darling? What is wrong?” Tom tried to get a piece of your mind, squatting down to match your eye level with this steel blues. Normally they would remind you of the waves stacking at Aussie shores; your second home.

“I- it’s all fucked up” you whined throwing your hands up in despair, lucky to not have accidentally hit Irene. “What’s fucked up, love? I thought you were quite confident about the event?” the handsome Brit asked, his stubble of a beard gone along with the deserted James Conrad look and fresh aftershave radiating from his flawless skin.

He smelled so good, so alluring. 

No, no. Now wasn’t the time to let yourself get carried away by those pregnancy hormones. 

“Chris is sick”.

“Oh god… I didn’t know, darling. I’m so sorry” his soothing baritone met your eardrums, bare arms wrapping around your body to pull you in a tight hug. It felt like a relief to feel the pressure of him surrounding you, grounding your overstimulated, anxious mind as if by magic.

This man was a healing balm to any prick or itch that was burdening your soul. 

Breaths slowed down again, your hands starting to shake less as your pulse sunk in normal dimensions. “Don’t be. But- but I really don’t know if I can handle it” your voice was a feeble sound, the whimper of a skittish animal.

But that’s what happens after months of being terrorized by Nate and gaining 'special' reputation through boulevard papers…

“Haven’t you seen the post about the paparazzi shot at the airport? No bad blood this time, love” Tom began parting from your body to rest his forehead against yours, almond eyes staring directly in yours leaving you not a single inch to hide your emotions.

“And do know you why?” The rhetorical question hung heavy in the air as a last tear ran down your cheek to pool at the seam of your top. 

“Because you looked genuinely happy. There was no grain of reluctancy in your gorgeous eyes, not a single sign of insecurity. Just the joyful, honest version of yourself and it amazed the people” he continued with this kind of gravel in his lower voice that had you on your knees if not sitting. A gentle thumb drew lavish circles on your neck while those spells of eyes captivated you. 

Perhaps he was right. But your decision had been made nonetheless. A decision Tom didn’t know about just yet. His most recent information was that you would be wearing a wide gown to cover the bump. “Surprise“ you eventually murmured, still unsure whether to feel positive about it again.

Not being able to turn your head due to Irene working her magic you just awkwardly pointed at the dress, wordlessly trying to make Tom understand what it meant. 

“You- are you sure?“ He murmured, eyes still staring at the skin tight gown with its flamboyant train. It would accentuate your baby bump perfectly, no, it would just magically draw all the rapt attention like an alien, hiding nothing. You took in every exited twitch of Tom’s chiseled features and the small shadows Irene’s styling lamp casted beneath those razor sharp cheekbones. 

An approving hum left your lips after you prevailed over your demons, starting to feel comfortable again as your boyfriend’s ocean blue ors sparkled with joyful anticipation. He was ready to present you to the world and so were you; finally having made peace with your past and stronger than ever.

Gosh, maybe those hormones were really doing you dirty but Tom had always have a massive effect on your mood and the time he spent with you was like an intense therapy to your once shattered heart. The love you were harboring for him served as romantic testament. 

“I love you, Tommy“. “God, darling. You have no idea how much you mean to me“ The handsome man smiled peppering two kisses on each side of your cheeks, the salty residue of tears making him lick his lips. This rosy tongue flicking and swirling so freely, silently propelling your thoughts in improper directions.

Tempting idiot.

“Y/n!! Tom!! Look here“ the cameras capturing you as soon as the director had finished his little speech and cleared the red carpet for the first appearance of ‘The Moralizer’s biggest stars.

Of course, you and Tom were to step out first as actors of the two leading roles and in a poor fragment of a second you became the centre of attentions, photographers’s pointers pushing the buttons of cameras relentlessly and eager interviewers’ eyes widening at your prominent bump. 

“You’re doing amazing, love. Show them how perfect our life is“ Tom whispered in your, his trademark charm suiting his godly bone structure so flawlessly. This man was a statuesque Adonis wearing a tailor-made black suit with a light blue dress shirt that matched the blueish undertone in the glitter of your dress.

Intoxicated by the feeling to enjoy this flurry of photographer’s flashlights and the exited yells and screams of fans who were lucky enough to get a ticket for the premiere, you began to marinate in your own position. On his side

Turning to your boyfriend and smiling so blissfully, you leaned over to welcome a gentle kiss on your dark red lips.

People were going crazy, the lighting like experience intensifying until you parted again smiling at each other with nothing but content love. It felt good, natural even as you reminded yourself of Tom’s words to be proud, swankily happy about your life even.

And it worked. At least for now your magic was transmitted.

You somehow stopped caring about whatever hate Nate might spread after this. Your life was about to really get started now and a career on the world’s big screens knocked at your door hence this poor excuse of a man could screw himself.

After a few minutes of posing and showing off your baby bump that was so perfectly highlighted by the silver, glittery Prada piece, Jeff Goldbloom and your other co-stars were making their appearance. Time for you to step forward, indulging in the interviews.

The part you feared even more but Tom’s right grip around your waist sprinkled ease on your face.

“Oh my god! You two look absolutely stunning tonight“ the young lady noted, the camera capturing the three of you from the opposite site. “Thank you“ Tom smiled nodding respectfully what made the woman blush in record time.

Such a handsome boyfriend you had. And he was all yours jealousy whispered in your ear.

“And what a surprise, you two!?“ She continued pointing at your bump, your hands curling around the twins home. Protectively yet proud. Now, it was time to deliver a package to your ex. A juicy package everyone would understand and a last ever wave with a white handkerchief towards his sinking ship.

“Indeed“ you chuckled, taking the mic the exited, friendly lady was handing you, keen on getting more information. “I guess I just found my perfect match and well, love happens“. Greedy eyes widened, the journalist sucking in every word before Tom took over, his seductive voice layered with the undeniable anticipation to become a dad he carried since day one.

“We are happier than ever and this pregnancy is just the greatest gift I ever received. Along this wonderful woman, of course“ he winked in the camera grinning, before pulling you closer against his body. “That is wonderful news! Congratulations!“ The Lady exclaimed, her voice ascending in higher pitches from sheer excitement of being the first to have some details and statements regarding your pregnancy.

“What do you think would Nate Thompson say?“ She suddenly asked, nudging your happiness and resolutions dangerously close to this familiar, cold edge of worries and a macabre hide and seek game. The mic was handed to you once again however, this time your hand was hesitant, shaking for a moment as you struggled to find back.

But Tom was there for you, exactly like he promised.

A soothing arm wrapped around your back, his pointer carefully stroking the side of your arm. Breathing for a second you could feel his energy surging trough your nervous veins, calming them down like benzodiazepines. But good ones, keeping your consciousness sharp and your wit ready.

“You know-“ you began calmer than ever, almost bored of hearing his name “I really stopped caring about his opinion on how I live my life long time ago. Tom is giving me so much more than I ever dreamt of and I hope Nate’s new girlfriend does the same. I wish him all the best but I definitely won’t be looking back anymore“. 

“Sounds like a fair clean break“ the woman turned back to the camera gesturing towards you. “Thank you so much for the quick talk, Tom Hiddleston and y/n Hemsworth. Now enjoy your new movie 'The Moralizer' which is now playing in cinemas all around the world“ she ended the interview before Tom dragged you along to meet the small exclusive line of fans who were all holding out phones, movie posters and pens eagerly waiting for you.

“You are a hell of a woman, did you know that?“ Tom whispered with the most charming smile on his velvet lips, the compliment on your statement dripping like sweet honey from his tongue. Earning a subtle wink and a filthy promise for what would happen after the event, the Brit drowned in your beauty now that you found your confidence again shining even brighter.

Like all the glittering stars in a perfectly clear night sky.

“Tom, Y/n!! A photo please!!“ The fans cried out in sheer excitement as you finally devoted yourselves to the crowd behind the hip-high safety wall.

Together.

“Nothing?“ 

“Nope. Not a single comment“ you chirped after checking the tabloids for any reactions of Nate.

But there were none. You had silenced him once and for all. “God, I am so proud of you, darling. Come and get yourself some cuddles“ Tom cooed wriggling fingers nearing your waist as he threatened you with a tickle attack. 

The screen of you phone stayed bright for a little longer while your gleeful laughter resonated form all four walls of your bedroom, your body writhing and quivering under Tom’s greedy but loving hands. The scent of the exact same pasta he had made when you visited for the first time crept through the door slits. 

All alone and abandoned the bright pink headlines of some of the most influential tabloids presented themselves on the screen of your phone sliding down the mattress…

< Hollywood’s hottest couple expecting their first child - father-to-be Tom Hiddleston “couldn’t be happier“ >

< Y/n Hemsworth pregnant - 'The Moralizer' premiere taking a lovely turn >

thank you for reading and get ready for the epilogue following next Saturday on @holdmytesseract 's blog :)

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It's Christmas, After All (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: It seems you are spending Christmas alone...until Loki joins you.

Word Count: 4987

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ (Thigh riding, blowjobs, sex on a chair and table, doggy style, p in v sex, orgasm denial), Spoilers for Loki season 2, lots of angst in the beginning with loneliness until it becomes tooth rotting mega indulgent fluff. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, y'all!

DICK-Tionary: Smut starts at "Gladly" and ends at "Panting, you held onto each other as he helped you down."

A/N: Hi there @loz-3!! I am your Secret Santa for @fictive-sl0th's event! Happy Holidays and I hope you enjoy it and don't mind how super indulgent and wild it gets! Happiest of holidays to you!!! :) I hope it makes you happy this season and all year around!!!

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It should be a special day. 

But here you were. Doing the same things as normal. Your same coffee. Your same breakfast. Your same place. Scrolling the same apps on the same phone. The same sky. The same weather. Only with some festive decorations around the place. Once it had cheered you up to see lights amid the gloomy weather. Now it made the place seem gaudy.

Social media was all the same. Smiling, happy people with their families and significant others and friends. How was it that people had big friend groups in real life as adults and did things together constantly? It felt like no matter how hard you reached out at work….they weren’t interested. You saw one girl from college with her husband and two little kids all in matching pajamas. You wished partly to get one of those pajamas. Because no matter what tacky red plaid set you got, you at least belonged to a group that all wore the same set. That you were included. One of something.

It didn’t feel like a holiday or a special day. Especially not Christmas- the day that was supposed to be the best of the year. To think you didn’t have work. Then at least you would have something to do, to get your mind off everything. 

But no. Only quiet, lonely, long hours on a day of gathering and joy. Only there was no one to gather with. And the joy you were trying to make yourself feel…was nothing.

You were living on your own with a roommate. And she was off with her boyfriend to be all heart eyes and then eat casseroles with his family.

Your parents had booked a trip. They said they were sorry but next time they would bring you. And off they were at some tourist spot. You wished you could go- as tacky as the place was, as much as you had seen it top to bottom… it meant you could at least play cards and drink wine and cook meals with them on this holiday.

All of your friends lived far away in other places. Some were doing amazing things. Incredible jobs and opportunities. Greatness was reached for them…..but not for you. Some lived in town but grew apart- getting married. Or onto their own lives. Regularly posting pictures about their own “best friends.” Best friends who weren’t you.

You had befriended the Avengers, but off they went to either save the world or to their own families to celebrate. You knew Thor and Loki would go to Asgard for a feast with their family to commemorate Yule. Much less Loki- the handsome, charming trickster god probably had better things to you than deal with you...at least any more than friendship. A tiny one began between you two as you talked. But no…you were overthinking. What would he even see in you? You likely weren’t even his type! At least he didn’t notice your ogling when he was in the room. But…he was a god. He could have whoever he wanted….and not likely you. 

You looked down at the texts you sent over to your sister and her husband. They were the only true, close friends in town you had. 

“Hi there Sydney! I'm just asking- could I come over for Christmas? I want to just hang out!”

It was sent and Read on December 20th. No reply.

Then at the text over with your brother-in-law.

“Hey, there Sam! Can I come over and celebrate with you guys? I can bake something and bring it over! Plus I can’t wait to see your faces when you open my gifts!”

Sent December 22nd. No reply.

Once you have done everything together with your sister. Then she got married and suddenly…she had someone else. And you had no one. You then still tried to reach out to them. Going to movies, enjoying little family dinners, hanging out, and even sleeping over at each others’ houses. 

Now…nothing. You looked at another text you sent them.

“Hey, Sydney! I’m free tomorrow- want to watch that movie we both discussed for the longest time seeing?”

Sent on December 18th. Read. No response. 

It was like you no longer mattered to them anymore.

You wanted to yell at them. You wanted to march over to their place, open the door, and scream at both of them. Throw an angry tantrum like a child. How dare they ignore you. Leave you alone- they were all you had. The only live friends they had outside of a bunch of superheroes and gods who were always busy. You wanted to throw something at them. Yell that they never replied to your messages. That suddenly you were ignored and unimportant. That they were all you had and accusing them of treating you like dirt. Call them out for their shortcomings as you cursed and called them harsh words. You wanted to tear them both apart. 

But…that was Destroying what good relationships you had with your sister and your brother-in-law. At least that’s what your mother would say. 

But…you knew there was a chance they were both working on Christmas with their jobs. They worked night jobs and slept all day. They refused to go to things you planned to do with them due to “needing to sleep.” They had to make ends meet and It wasn’t fair on their end.

Yet on Christmas, it wasn’t fair on their end. 

You ruminated more on them. Sydney and Sam, spend their days sleepily cuddling, binging streaming shows, cooking, and working nights. Discussing baby names and having one when they clearly couldn’t afford the rent increase. Their impracticality and sometimes immaturity. yet you loved them. But it was like they were in a bubble. Wrapped up in their little world. At least, Happy and in love. You wanted to be in love, to be loved, wanted, included….and here you were…alone.

Unloved. Unwanted. Unincluded. 

You knew if you watched any Christmas movies, you would be surrounded by images of people smiling in groups. People were with their spouses, lovers, friends, and families all smiling and happy. Even if there was conflict like in any movie and someone was left in solitude…later they would all hurry in full of chatter and laughter and smiles.  Because belonging, being wanted, was now just a fantasy.

You sat down on the couch and cried. What was worst of all - It was your favorite holiday. The lights, decorations, hope, music, food, beauty, joy- yet you were spending it alone. 

Because you weren’t wanted anywhere by anyone. 

You were spending it and closing the year as a failure. A lonely, awful failure. 

The tears rolled down, making you gasp for breath and continue to sob. Curling up in the fetal position on the couch, crying, crying away until you were gasping for breath and snot running down your nose.

You heard some talking outside. It was colder- though a couple you knew, Mr. and Mrs. Malloy, was walking around. They lived in the big house across the road. They were dressed in their designer furs holding portable cups that you knew were homemade chocolate-peppermint espresso. Mr. Malloy with his brown hair, sharp green eyes, and a face that looked more like Handsome Squidward than an actual person. Mrs. Malloy with long, shiny red hair that was soft and full of products and curled to perfection, and her face was perfectly done with makeup products that were three times your car insurance. You could already smell the cologne and perfume from in your house. They smelled of money and loved to flaunt it to everyone. 

As they strutted, a stranger walked by. Hands in pockets. A tall man in a big red puffer winter jacket with a black beanie hat that hid the top of his head walked by. It was hard to make out his face. They accidentally bumped into him.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole!” barked Mrs. Malloy, gripping her cup with her designer gloves. “I almost got coffee on me!”

“I’m sorry,” voiced the stranger. He bowed his head down, genuinely ashamed.

A decent person in the Malloy’s position would have acknowledged and accepted the apology. Perhaps even laugh it off- the coffee was still untouched and their clothes intact. Assure the stranger it was alright.

The Malloy’s were not decent people. 

“Sorry doesn’t cut it! Just leave!” sneered Mr. Malloy.

The couple huffed and walked away past him. Taking sips from their drinks. Their noses up in the air. 

The stranger behind lifted an ungloved, white hand towards them. His fingers swirled in the air. Then he fled to the far corner to watch.

 Then as Mr. and Mrs. Malloy looked down their cups, sensing something was off. When they did, they let out a scream.

Out of the lid, instead of steaming espresso were a lot of tiny brown snakes that slithered out of the cup and down onto the ground. You let out a gasp where you stood watching. 

The couple tried to stomp at them, but in vain- the tiny snakes were as invincible as cockroaches. Mr. and Mrs. Malloy screamed and ran away to their three-story house in fear.

You burst into laughter so much your cheeks hurt and your face felt warm.

It then hit you- you knew only one person even capable of that.

The man returned from his corner, his face turning to see you. He gave you a wink. You gave him a smile and a wave. 

With a tilt of his head, the jacket turned to a dark brown peacoat and his hair was long, dark, and curly. An ivory face with cheekbones that could cut steel and sweet blue eyes. Hands casually in his pockets. The most beautiful man in all the realms you had ever seen.

At once, you threw on a jacket. You hurried to open the door. Loki walked to you with a smile.

“You’re here?!” you asked.

He gave a shrug

“If I have to tolerate my father’s Yule feast for one more minute, I was going to go mad,” Loki announced.

You took a step closer to him. The air was chilly, though not cold enough for snow.

“But why here? Why me? You could go anywhere….” you mused.

He let in a tight breath, raising a hand to brush through his curls.

“I may be a god of lies and deceit…but I…I didn’t want you to be alone today, my dear,” said. “And you, a great beauty of Midgard, alone on an auspicious day- it didn’t seem right.”

Chest fluttering from the complement. You…in just your sweater and jeans, a great beauty?! Yes, he could flirt and charm a statue to blush. That was his nature. Compliments rolled off him like his magic. You better not think any more of it.

Your whole self was bursting with gratitude and happiness. To have company, especially on Christmas of all days. To not be alone anymore.

Wiping off a few stray tears, you ran forth and tackled him in a hug, crying and laughing as he hugged you back. Accepting it. You were both lonely souls, not wanted, not chosen. So it was fate that a god should cross paths with a mortal with whom he shared so much of his pain. 

“Come inside and get warm,” you offered.

He smiled, looking at the grey sky. The ground was grey with gravel and green from the grass.

“Let’s make something to get warm from,” he suggested. 

With a flick of his hand, the temperature shot down. You shivered further into your coat. Then it began to snow down big, white puffs. You smiled, letting a hand out to feel them. How soft they were! Their tiny, intricate patterns where none were the same. A small laugh came out despite you. 

“It’s beautiful! Now it really feels like Christmas!” you praised. 

You didn’t realize the god of mischief looking at you, the white flakes falling on his dark hair and the rims of his long eyelashes. A softness on his features. His own heart picked up at the happy look on your face. His smile was soft.

“Alright- now let’s go inside,” you offered.

His hand reached up magic pouring through and around.

 His magic went around in little golden slivers that went around the place. You gasped as it transformed everything it touched. Your jaw dropped at the transformation.

 It was turned into a perfect Christmas home- a crackling fireplace grew from the wall with two green stockings. A turkey dinner complete with every side dish you could name was served on the table. Its delectable smell made your mouth water. A record player opened with the overture of Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker ballet, the beautiful, playful, and mischievous music ringing through and sounding better than any ho-hum Christmas song the radio blasted ten billion times. Because it was from him. From Loki.  And as you looked at the tree, with even more glittering gold decorations around it, a few resembling the horns on his helmet, a beautiful star sparkled on top. You gasped when you saw the skirt- there were piles of presents in green wrapping paper with gold ribbons. They weren’t there before. 

You went to one like a little child full of both innocent greed and wide-eyed curiosity. You picked it up and shook it, feeling something in there. 

“Are the gifts…real?” you asked.

“Of course- and a good portion of them are for you!” he replied.

The music moved onto the second part of the ballet’s first act- “Un fete du noel.” Soft strings and flutes over repeating lower strings full of anticipation and joy. 

“Oh, but Loki…I..this is…so much, I-”

“If it weren’t for you, I’m sure I’d be either strangled to death or stuck in a tree of my creation! And I promise you they aren’t all pranks. Only one-quarter of them.”

“Thank you!” you gasped.

You went up and hugged him. So overjoyed, you pecked him on the cheek. He blinked in surprise. As you turned around, the god himself blushed pink. 

Giggling, you picked up a present. The pranks were ones that were empty until the ribbons became little sparkling fireworks that made you laugh. 

Then there was one that was empty when suddenly your clothes were transformed from your plain sweater and jeans to the fancy Christmas outfit of your dreams. It was a deep green dress made of velvet with a fitted waist and a long skirt, like something the ladies of White Christmas would wear. You felt….felt beautiful in it.  You smiled at him in thanks. 

They own were things you long craved for, and wanted. Beautiful things. And practical things. Things outside of your budget. Things that would help make life easier. Or a little beautiful. The very things you wanted. If you wanted it desperately there it would be laid. Lovely, lovely things. You were crying- but tears of happiness. 

Loki merely sat on the couch, smiling at you. Beneath his peacoat was his average Midgard wear. A shirt and brown khakis that were both deliciously tight. A tie that made him seem like a professional office worker. As he eventually took off the coat and rolled up his sleeves, you stifled the urge to gawk at him.

“Oh, and your presents!” you gasped to Loki.

“I’m out of my father’s palace, what more could I need?’ he asked smoothly.

You felt warm and tingly inside but ignored it.

“Oh no! You deserve something too! I…I got you two gifts! They were on sale and I couldn’t pick just one.  I hope it’s…it’s alright!” you offered. 

You ran into your room. The music still tinkling, moving onto the Dance of the Snowflakes. He used his magic to open the curtains to see the window. The beautiful snowy day. People ran out to play, children giggling. To think…though he was a Frost Giant and feared, his magic could do a little good.

 You emerged out with two boxes. One small and one big in red wrapping paper. He opened up the smaller box and found a set of fine brushes and combs. He grinned at them, testing the bristled with one of his beautiful, long fingers. 

“I didn’t know how you cared for your hair- I always thought it looked nice- I thought you could use some!” you suggested.

He gave a small laugh looking at them. 

“They’re perfect! I could always use them- Mother used to scold me for not tending to my hair! These I will treasure,” he assured you.

He then began to open the second bigger one. His eyebrows lifted as he got to the box and removed the lid. Inside was a thick, knitted black scarf. He smiled at it, testing it by wrapping it around him. It fit around him like it was made for him.

“You know me well, my dear. Thank you,” he replied. 

With grumbling stomachs, you went over to the table. He conjured black cloth napkins and had one placed delicately on your lap. It was like being at a much fancier restaurant than being at your apartment. 

You sat down and enjoyed the dinner- the meat was tender and full of flavor. The sides were all of your favorites, hot and freshly made. The desserts and sweets were full of powdered sugar that melts in your mouth. You had to suppress the sounds you made at tasting them. Loki had to remind you to slow down and taste it, enjoying it.

You showed one of your favorite Christmas movies. He asked questions and you laughed and explained everything. He looked at the commercials that played on the TV and then one featured Santa Claus. He tilted his head at it.

“Hmm, he looks like my father. Father was one of the inspirations for this Claus figure- did you know that?” he commented.

“Really! Though- Santa Claus is much nicer! I assure you!” you promised him.

The fire roared and it was quiet. He conjured two mugs of mulled wine. You sipped and smiled at the hot, spicy drink. The alcohol burning you a little, but relaxing you. You both let out a cheer for the holidays. The sun outside began to set early as it always does on a winter day. You both chatted- about Thor, your family and work, about the Avengers, the gifts, all sorts of things. He then looked around the place, finishing the wine with a last sip as he sat on the chair. 

“Loki…I cannot thank you enough. I know I said thank you a hundred times today- but…why did you do all of this….for me? Not just to get away from Odin, but…you didn’t have to give me all of these gifts and a nice meal and make my place pretty…”

He cupped his mulled wine mug with both hands.

“Because…because…my dear, because….” he began to stutter.

He paused. His blue eyes were big, but never left yours. A god full of magic…and he was nervous!

“I really don’t know how to say this,” he continued. 

Your throat went tight and your heart raced wildly. Wondering if this was a dream.

“But I feel sometimes…you and I…are tied together. No matter how hard I try to stop, you always appear there in my head. At every time of the day. You….you who have stayed by my side. Listened to me. Cared for me…And I find I want to return to you. Even if I had to crawl on my knees to get to you, I would. Because, my dear, I…I have…soft feelings for you, my dear…tender feelings…”

Unable to take it, you set down your mug and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him into a kiss. were on him like an animal. His hands reached over to your waist. You kissed him- tasting the hot spiced wine he had been drinking. His hand went to you.

It wasn’t long until he had backed up. He sat on a chair and at once you straddled him. 

His breath hitched- he was getting hard and you felt him right on your pants. You held his face and kissed him. He was groaning as you did. There were wet noises from the kissing.

“Dear girl, darling, sweet girl…I want to take you on each surface and ruin you in every way,” he said.

“Then start here- with this one,” you offered with the chair. “Ruin me then.”

With a flick of magic, your clothes changed. You were in deep green lingerie of a babydoll and high lace stockings and a lace thong you were certain was green too. He was only in black pants and a santa shirt that was wide open, showing his delicious wide chest with black chest hair and six-pack.

He smirked at you and said one word.

“Gladly.”

Holding onto him, you ground against him as you kept kissing his neck, his shoulders over his shirt. He moaned at the touch. You went to his neck-sucking on as you touched each bit of him. His large, delicious hands feel the lingerie on your mid body and your legs. You heard him chuckle. 

“I see my little pet is eager,” he began.

He set you on his thigh and you gasped.

“Here you go- ride this first. Get yourself ready- and I want those sounds of yours loud. So I know what pleasure I can give you.”

You began to roll your hips. He moved it up and down, eyes brimmed with lust as he watched you.

You let out one moan- his leg hitting your thin panties, already getting wet. Then as you grinded on his leg again, you let out another louder one like he commanded. You saw his erection even on the darkness of his pants as you did. His hands touched your body beneath the babydoll, squeezing your hips. Then going up, holding both of your breasts, squeezing and feeling them.

His chest was revealed- wide and strong pectorals, with a little hair. Abdominal muscles with a six-pack made of ivory. You rode his thigh for another minute, letting your thong get ruined with how soaked you became. Then you leaned forward, grinning. You began to kiss his chest. Then you used your tongue and licked it. The hot skin beneath you, a little salty from his sweat. He moaned in turn.

“Yes…I like that…that too, my dear- keep…keep going…”

You then stopped, smiling at him.

“I have to thank you first…for everything you did today,” you giggled.

At once you got on your knees, eagerly finding the zipper of his pants and undoing it. Out sprang his large cock, white pearls dripping off of the tip. So hard it was touching his stomach.

“See…see what effect you have on me, pet? What you do to me- even when you just smile at me…we need to take care of that…”

“Yes…let me….” you grinned.

You set your lips around his cock and began to suck at it. He let out a groan. His hands find the top of your head. You sucked at it like it was candy, as saltier than the rest of his skin. As you did, you swirled your tongue over the tip and he hissed out your name. He began to experimentally thrust a little inside you. Though your eyes burnt, you took as much of it as you could- for he was a god even with the size of his length. His shudders through him.

“Yes…good girl, my good, good little mortal- taking your god's cock in your pretty lips, on your knees- yes-good fucking girl,” he voiced out. 

You felt him tense up, a small release as he gasped. You then went up, wiping off his cum that dripped down from your mouth. At once you got up and had him watch as you swallowed. His own body stilled. His cock still raging hard. One of the benefits of being a god- he was always horny and ready and didn’t take long to want more after he came.

“Norns,” he voiced in awe.

Then you mounted him, still hard.

You kept at it, lapping up his skin- kissing him on that delicious chest and on his shoulders. You could feel yourself get even wetter as he did.

“My darling-I-I cannot take it-I- have to be inside of you…” he breathed out, his voice raspy. 

His hands gathered your skirt to your waist and he ripped apart the thong of your own creation. Your wetness cold from the sudden exposure. You wrapped your legs on the couch to mount him. At once you plunged inside. You let out a cry from the size as you adjusted. You began to ride him- your breasts bouncing. 

“Ah- ah!oh-oh-Loki- fuck, yes- there-yes, I love-I love you-fuck!” you were moaning’

“Yes-yes-take your god like a good girl- all of it-all of me-”

He groaned and made a small sound. As he pounded away. You felt yourself speeding up, the high, about to reach bliss when….when he stopped. His hands are on your waist.

“I want to take you like a whore now,” he said. “Would you like that?”

“Yes…yes please,” you said. 

He picked you up, legs around. He kissed you, still tasting himself on your lips and breath. Your hands still fisted around his curls. still around and brought you to the table. The plates and silverware made a sound like a crash as they fell to the floor as he shoved them aside. 

He had you bend down over it. He let out a guttural breath with a smile at the sight of your bare ass over it for him. He gave you a strong spank and you let out a small yelp. Gripping the table on the other end for what was about to happen. 

“Who is your god?” he asked.

“L-Loki is.”

He spanked you again. You let out a cry.

“Who gave you all of this-?”

“Loki did!”

“And you will pay back by being my obedient little girl, will you?” he asked.

“Yes, yes please-”

He thrust inside you from behind. You let out a cry. His breaths were low pants. He pounded in, the table shaking. What plates and silverware and food there was shaking with it. Your hand became a tight fist as he pounded on. It was so rough, hard, and filthy, you couldn’t help but love it. 

He pulled you roughly up, your own moans with each filthy thrust of his.

“Yes-even here- you will take…take your god's cock in every way. Yes- yes, there-fuck-norns-what you-you do to me-your god,” he hissed out, his breath right behind you.

You felt it bubble up again. You let out another moan as you tilted your neck behind him, feeling it.

“Yes-yes Loki- Loki-please…please- I’m about to-to cum, please, let me-let me cum-” you pleaded. Your own folds inside shaking from the power.

“No…wait…”

He pulled out of you. You let out a small sigh. Your body shaking. Taking so much. Desperate for release.

“When you cum, I want to see it,” he breathed out.

He flipped you around and positioned you to wrap your legs around him. You embraced him. At once he entered again. Then thrust into you, slow at first. 

“Eyes on me. No one else- watch me. I want you-want you to look me in the eye when you cum. So no man. No god- no one can give you this pleasure-”

He began to pound into you again on the table, you bounced Your breath was hitching in high gasps.

“Ah- oh- hmm-yes-yes there-oh gods-Loki-”

“Eyes on me, darling-look at me-”

His hands then wandered to your clit. So powerful and large, they began to strum it. You let out another moan.

“Look- at-me,” he commanded.

You were so hazed you forgot- his voice commanding-your had your eyes focused on him. His jaw tightened, fighting his own release too.

“Eyes. On. Me- who gives you pleasure?”

“You do!” you cried out.

“Say my name, darling-”

He fiddled with your clitoris faster, you fought it, it was finally going to break at this rate.

 You let out a shout. It was building up in you. He pounded you into a fury. So many quick deep thrusts, the table going wild.

“Yes- say it darling- say it, I’m cumming- yes- cum with me- look at me- look at me- yes, I feel it- I’m going to-going to cum- I command you- say it- say my-say my name!!”

You let out a breathy cry of “Loki!” as it broke on you and you climaxed so hard his face and the room spun.

Panting, you held onto each other as he helped you down. He conjured you a glass of water to sip on. 

“Are you ok?” he asked. “It was a lot.”

“It was perfect. Presents, a meal, and an orgasms- you’re spoiling me rotten already,” you teased.

He smiled and chuckled at the phrase. You both got in blankets snuggling before the fire.

So much time had passed it didn’t occur to you that your phone dinged with an alert. You picked it up. An hour ago, your sister and her husband sent a reply saying they were sorry since they fell asleep and now saw you and that you were welcome to see them. You let out a laugh.

“Would you like to, my dear?” he asked.

“Not in this…” you gestured to the babydoll. “But I do want to keep it…I have my favorite gift to enjoy tonight?”

“The ravishing little number you have on?” he asked.

“Oh no…it’s a handsome gift, tall, dark hair, blue eyes,” you giggled as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Merry Christmas, pet,” he whispered.

It was indeed.

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Kitchen Confessions | 18+ Only

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Pairing: Loki x f!reader

Words: 2179

Warnings/Content: fluff followed by smut, reader and Loki are roommates, argument (almost like a banter), mutual pining, idiots who won't confess their love to each other, frustrated love confessing??, p in v, creampie, kissing, nicknames (love, sweetheart, darling), oral (fem receiving), loki gives soft dom vibes??

Summary: You give Loki some silent treatment.

"Fine, I don't care about you," he says casually, with that same challenging face he always carries whenever he talks to you, asking you to react to him, argue with him. But this time, his words actually gashed.

Did he really not care? Did he actually just see you as his roommate and nothing else all this time?

There was always some chemistry and some spark between you two, and you were aware it was always more than that. That understanding between you two, that flirting, being protective of each other, you were no stranger to it that you two used to behave like couples most of the time.

But today, in this heated argument you two just had, when he said those words, it did feel as if he meant that.

You frown slightly and look him in the eyes before turning around and heading to the kitchen, not wanting to talk to him in the slightest.

He watches you leave in front of him and head to the kitchen while he stands in the living room. He can't believe you actually fell for his act of not caring. He sits down on the couch with an agitated expression on his face. You will go back to normal after a while, he knew that, as you always did after every banter.

It had been hours now, you had not even spoken a word to him. Leave that, not even glanced at him. You were ignoring his presence. And he was hating that. You were going around the house doing your business, making yourself some food, and keeping your bedroom clean.

Gosh, you didn't even come to lay on the couch beside him to watch some television today.

Now you were in the kitchen again, and he could make out you were trying to find yourself an evening snack. He decides to join you in the kitchen, his annoyance at your avoidance was growing, and he was getting very tempted to go over and pull you back beside him and keep you there.

Your back was turned to him as you were facing the kitchen counter. You felt his presence near you but decided not to look at him and continued making your light sandwich.

He walks over to you and speaks in a slightly irritated tone, forcing it, as a part of him wanted to just wrap his arms around you and pull you close. "What's the issue? Why are you avoiding me?"

You don't look at him.

"Oh for the sake of-" he grabs your arm and turns you to face him. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

As if he doesn't know. The heights of this man.

To his relief, you finally look up at him and speak in a low tone, "I don't want to talk to you." He leans in pretty much face to face and speaks softly, his words carrying a bit of irritation. "I am starting to get annoyed."

"You're always annoyed. Nothing new." you reply.

A small smile forms on his face as you say this and he sighs as he can't stay serious anymore. The way you argue and complain is almost endearing to him and he cannot help it. His irritation finally gives it's way and his eyes lock on you.

"You are quite perceptive aren't you?" he says trying to hide his smile.

"Yes I am." you say, giving him a challenging look.

He stares at your lips then back at your eyes. "I have other emotions as well, you know that right?"

"Hmm…doesn't look like it."

He tries to suppress a small smirk as he speaks. "You think all I'm capable of is being annoyed and angry?"

"Yeah."

His smirk grows as he speaks softly, getting a bit closer. "Guess you are gonna have to see more of my emotions then…"

You slightly gulp as he gets closer but keep your guard. "Which…is probably not possible…"

He chuckles softly, "Who said it's not possible?"

"I did." you say and before he could get even closer, you turn around to face the kitchen counter again. Loki rolls his eyes and grabs your waist and pulls you back as he speaks in a more firm tone now as if he's trying to get his point across.

"You can't tell me what I'll do or how I feel, sweetheart." He grabs your wrist with other hand and pulls your body more tightly into his as he pushes his chest into yours.

"Yeah, but I can guess…" You say looking at him but regretting it a second later when you notice how close his face is, making your heart beat faster.

Meanwhile Loki cannot deny that you have a point. He starts to get flustered as he notices you breathing heavily and that you both are in an intimate stance that he cannot ignore. He looks at you with longing eyes and you can see that his body language was getting quite comfortable with yours. You look at his lips then shyly look away, rolling your eyes a bit to show you're still in the argument.

Getting frustrated with your avoidance, he does the only thing he knows how to do that might provoke a reaction from you: he grabs your jaw and turns your face to him, pulling you close. He leans close so that his lips are just a few inches away from you. He breaths softly on your face and looks at your lips before speaking in a soft and quiet tone."If you are avoiding me because you want me, then it's working."

Staring at him a bit surprised he figured you out, you say nothing.

Still holding you tight he leans even closer, his eyes now fixed on your lips as he speaks in a silky voice. "You are not gonna avoid me forever. I'm not going to let you..." He finally gives in and kisses you softly on the lips, his one hand keeping you tightly against him.

You both continue making out passionately against the kitchen counter.

After a few seconds he pulls away, looking at your face and stroking your flicks out of your face. "Do you have any idea how frustrating it was just watching you walk away like that and not being able to say I want you so badly? Your body language and how close you get to me sometimes....the way you're avoiding me, all it does is make me yearn to have you more. How can you think that's gonna make me ignore you? Your beauty is so exquisite and you think I don't care about that?"

"You-" you try to think of another complaint against him but his words get to you and a blush forms on your cheeks. The way you're blushing make it really difficult for him to stay infuriated.

"Do you have any idea what it does to me when you act this way? You are driving me crazy by making me want you more than ever. It makes me want to do all sorts of things to you." He says, not even believing himself he is confessing this. He pauses as he bites his lip, not sure he can resist his strong desire to grab you and take it to the next level.

"A-all sorts of things…?" you look up at him blushing.

So all this time this man was hiding these feelings? What an actor.

"All sorts of things. You don't even want to know what I would do to you if I were your boyfriend." You felt your heart coming out of your chest with this one. You look down shyly, not knowing how to reply to him anymore as you've been proven wrong that he doesn't care about you.

"Look at me. Tell me right now that you don't feel the same way. Tell me you don't want me to touch you and I'll stop." You look up at him and your eyes give him the obvious answer.

Face flushed with your admittance, he speaks softly as he stares into your eyes, "That's it, that's all I needed." He give your waist a squeeze and speaks, "Now let me show you just how much I wanted you all this time…"

He holds you by your waist tight as he leans in and begins making out with you passionately, he doesn't hold back or show you any restraint, his hands stay on your waist and he only pulls you tighter to his body.

There is a mix of dominance and passion in the way he makes out with you and he only continues to grow more passionate with each second.

As you're making out he slowly turns you so you're facing the couch behind you. He continues making out with you as he slowly bends down a bit and picks you up so that he's holding you in his arms. He's still holding you by the waist while he slowly starts walking towards the couch, still making out with you passionately.

He puts his hands beneath your skirt and squeezes your ass before setting you on the couch. Holding him by the shirt, you pull him onto you as you groan into the kiss. He puts his hand under your skirt and pulls down your delicate panties, his tongue still entwined with yours.

He retreats from your lips, planting tender, lustful kisses around your cheeks, jaw and earlobe. Your fingers stray across his smooth shirt, brushing across his firm chest. His erection was palpable through his pants, he leans in to get between your legs, on your pubic mound.

You squeal as he puts his lips around your earlobe and gives it a tiny bite.

"Admit it," he murmurs while reaching down to have his time with your neck.

"W…what…" you say in a voice filled with ecstasy.

"Admit that you wanted me all this time too, and I wasn't imagining it." He says this, and you feel the tip of his tongue roaming up your neck.

"L-loki," you moan, clutching his shirt tightly.

"Norns… just admit it." He says it loudly, and his teeth nip at your skin, and you squirm.

"I…I admit I wanted you…" You bite your lip.

Gosh, you wanted him in already.

"Loki…"

"Patience, sweetheart." He whispers while taking his time to take off your top and pulling up your bra to expose your hardened nipples. He takes one of your nipples in between his teeth and lightly pulls at it, making you whimper. He gives your nipple a lick before leaning down and lifting your legs, along with your skirt, to fully reveal your clit to him.

"So...pretty..." he remarks, removing his share of clothes while keeping his gaze fixed on your hole.

You become even more excited to have him inside you as he shows you his erection. You had no idea when your hand reached down and into his silky hair as he leaned down to kiss your clit while holding your thighs firmly in place. He kisses your hole, teasing it, teasing it so much that it made you a needy, moaning mess.

"Loki…please…" you almost beg. He pulls away and looks at you.

"Ready for me already, love?" You nod, and he cups your face and places a kiss on your lips for a second, then pulls away to take hold of his massive cock and slowly enter your hole.

You whimper and look at his face, then his bare shoulders, and hold your hands out to hold on to him, but instead he grabs both of your hands and pins them down on the couch.

"Stay still. No touching." You let out a whine and he buries his cock further inside you as if shutting you up. He moves his hips against your body at a steady pace, occasionally leaning down to kiss your lips or bite your neck. He was increasing his speed randomly and then slowing down, torturing your sweet cunt.

"I almost feel sorry for you…" he says, grabbing hold of one of your breasts and kissing your cheeks while his cock thrashes against your pussy.

"Ahh…mm…" You moan, and his hand squeezes your breast.

He was now moving his body almost brutally fast, and you can feel yourself drawing nearer. He gives you a sidelong glance while grinning.

"You want to come, darling?" You avert your gaze to him, open your eyes, and hum in agreement.

"Come darling…come over my cock…" he growls the last part while slamming his balls near your asshole.

"Ahh…fuck…Loki!" You yelled feeling his juices pouring inside you.

Gritting his teeth, he leaned on your body, letting go of your wrists and breathing heavily, your chests touching and you could feel his weight on you.

He inhales sharply and glances at you and your physique, admiring your form. You continue to breathe heavily while beaming at him.

"Now you will know what things I would do to you now that I am your boyfriend." He says as he stoops down to kiss your cheek.

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𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 || From this slumber she shall wake, when true love’s kiss the spell shall break. ✿

𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐒 || You just want Joe to listen to you and say yes for once. ☁︎ ✿

𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒... || Who would’ve thought that seeing the prettiest blue eyes would lead to a lifetime of love and passion and so it goes… ❣︎ ✿

MORE COMING SOON!

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[maneskinwh0re]

tom hiddleston LA night 1 !!

seeing him was such a joy omg quarantine me would’ve absolutely lost it, he’s so sweet and well spoken and so funny ahhhhhhh

-bee xx

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[lokidokieokie]

A Tango In Time -- Chapter #1

Summary: While on your walk through the marketplace, a strange man appears in weird clothing; bidding bad tidings. He sweeps you into his arms, and all of a sudden...you're not in Pompeii anymore.

Pairing: TVA!Loki x Roman!Reader

Warning(s): mentions of death and destruction, Loki being a mischievous scamp

As a resident of Pompeii, you lived a simple life in the shadow of the great Mount Vesuvius. You had always known that there was the possibility that the volcano could erupt at any moment, but you never truly expected it to happen; let alone when you were enjoying the sights of the marketplace.

But as the sky turned grey and the ground began to tremor beneath your feet, you knew that it was the end. You closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable, but when you opened them again, you saw a man in some sort of beige cloth standing in front of you. He had a mischievous smile on his face and a glint in his eyes that made you uneasy.

"Nothing matters," he declared, his sultry voice ringing in your ears. He seemed to be talking to someone else, but you were the only one standing there. Suddenly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.

"What are you doing?" you asked, trying to pull away.

"I'm proving a point," he replied, a smirk on his lips.

You had no idea what he was talking about, but before you could protest, he began to swing you around. You stumbled at first, but soon found your footing and began to move with him. The world around you was crumbling and falling apart, but in that moment, all that mattered was the two of you dancing in the midst of destruction.

As the ground continued to shake and the sky turned black, the man in beige continued to dance with you. You had no idea who he was or what he wanted, but you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. His confidence and charm were intoxicating, and for a moment, you forgot about the impending doom.

But just as quickly as it had started, the dancing stopped. The man in beige suddenly let go of your hand and seemingly disappeared, leaving you alone in the chaos of your city's impending doom.

A shaky sigh was all you managed to get out before someone grabbed your arm and pulled you through some sort of glowing light. And the next thing you knew, you were standing in a strange room surrounded by people in strange clothes.

Confused and disoriented, you stumbled forward, trying to find your bearings. Suddenly, the man in beige appeared again, this time with another man in what you're assuming to be formal garb.

"Welcome to the TVA," he said, his mischievous smile never leaving his face. "You're not supposed to be here, but I couldn't resist bringing you along."

You had no idea what he was talking about; what was a TVA? But before you could ask, the man in the formal clothes interrupted.

"Loki, what have you done?" he asked, his voice sounded stern, but the words he spoke were extremely foreign.

The man in beige's -- now known as Loki's-- smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Relax, Mobius. She's not going to cause any harm."

You sent a confused glance to Loki, "What is this man saying? Where is he from? Greece? Persia?"

Loki's eyes seemed to widen with realisation, "Ah, I apologise my lady. Let me fix this problem." With that, a green haze washed over you, a startled yelp slipping from between your lips.

"Are you two done with your little show?" The older man--who you assumed to be Mobius--asked.

Loki scoffed, "I was not putting on a show! She couldn't comprehend a word that slipped through your lips; so I gave her a little help."

Mobius just sighed, "She's not supposed to be here, Loki. You know the rules," his frustration evident in his tone.

"But isn't that the point? To show you that apocalypses don't affect the timeline?" Loki retorted.

"I was there with you! I saw the evidence on the Tempad! There was no need for you to bring a random woman back with you," Mobius said, crossing his arms.

"Ah, but where's the fun in that? Besides, she seemed like she needed some excitement in her life. Being burned alive or suffocated by volcanic ash doesn't seem like a good pass time," Loki replied with a sly grin.

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head, "What?"

A/N I've had this idea in my drafts for so long...so it's amazing to finally have something to post. This is probably going to be a short story, maybe 5 or 6 part at most.

This is one of my many ideas for my 500 followers celebration!

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[vbecker10]

I Need the Truth

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: angst, feeling unloved, feeling abandoned, feeling desperate and depressed

Summary: You and Loki have been dating for almost a year but something has been off lately. He has been slowly pulling away and one night you desperately try to get him to tell you the truth about what is wrong, even if it hurts you.

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

Inspired by this song:

A/N: I'm sorry in advance for the ending... it's not going to be a fluffy one 🥺

You sit alone on one of the couches in the common room, absent-mindedly stirring your tea. It had become cold while you waited for Loki to return from his latest mission but you hadn't noticed. You are too focused on the heavy feeling that has settled into your chest.

The thought of seeing Loki again even after a short mission used to fill you will such excitement. You would wait eagerly for him with two freshly brewed cups of tea and a welcoming hug. As soon as he saw you, he would kiss you longingly and tell you how deeply he had missed you. When he was called away on longer missions, Loki would hold you tightly and whisper that coming home to you was all he ever wanted but recently, everything changed.

Loki would come up to the residences half an hour later than the rest of the team, sometimes even longer and the warm smile was missing from his lips. He would offer an excuse about being tired or needing to finish paperwork before swiftly vanishing to his room for the night. When he wasn't away on missions, you still felt far from him. Your long walks together during your lunch break were spent in silence as you searched for topics to interest him. You slept alone in your bed more often each week and the dresser drawer Loki offered to you six months ago had slowly been overtaken with his things. Two weeks ago, your clothing and personal items were unceremoniously moved from the top drawer to a small box in his closet.

Your heart was breaking bit by bit, piece by piece and you were truly at a loss as to why. You loved Loki more deeply than you had ever loved anyone before but you cried yourself to sleep more often than you would ever admit to your friends, or even yourself. You laid awake at night wondering what you had done wrong for him push you away, there had to be a reason, you would think over and over until the sun began to shine through your window.

Last night, you wiped your tear streaked cheeks as you thought about the way Loki left for this latest mission. You kissed his cheek, hugging him tightly as you whispered in his ear that you loved him. He simply nodded then walked towards the other members of the team who were waiting to take off. He had never not told you he loved you back and it took every bit of strength you had left not to fall apart. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you watched him board the jet without looking back for you. He always waved to you but this time, it was almost as if he had already forgotten you were there. You rolled over in bed and wiped your eyes, determined to finally talk to him when he returned. You needed the truth, even if it broke you completely.

The sound of footsteps pulls your attention from your thoughts and you look up just as Loki enters the common room. You stand up, placing your cold tea on the coffee table and walk over to him.

"Hello, Y/N," he says quietly, your heart physically aches at the sound of your name.

When you first began dating, the team joked that he didn't actually know your name because he never used it. He always preferred to call you love, darling, princess and beautiful but you truly melted when he would hold you close and remind you that you were his, kissing you as he whispered 'mine' against your skin.

"Hi Loki," you respond, forcing down the tears you could feel rising to the surface. You fake a smile as you move to give him a hug and he puts his arms around you but it feels different. The desperate feeling to be close is gone, instead you can feel Loki shifting away from you as if he is uncomfortable with you touching him.

He lets go after a short moment and clears his throat, "I have an early meeting with Stark in the morning. I think it would be better if you sleep in your room tonight. I will see you tomorrow." He leans down to kiss the top of your head so softly you barely feel it then he turns to leave.

"Wait," you reach out and grab his wrist. He stops but doesn't look at you, keeping his eyes focused on the floor in front of him. "Please Loki, we need to talk."

He shakes his head, "I can't tonight. I'm sorry." He pulls his wrist free easily and leaves you standing alone in the middle of the common room.

You sigh deeply as you close the book you have been trying to read for the last two hours. The words on the page blur together and you find yourself reading the same paragraph over and over but still not being able to absorb any of the plot. You run your fingers over the leather spine and close your eyes, feeling a single tear escape but you know so many more are not far behind.

This was one of Loki's favorite books from his private collection. He had brought it with him when he left Asgard.

The first time Loki read it to you, you had been together for only a month but it was the first time he seen you when you were sick. He was so worried about your health and you had never felt more cared for even though you assured him it was only a common cold. Loki made sure he took your temperature every hour, had plenty of tissues on hand and brought you water, tea, soup or anything else you asked for. The third night you were sick, you couldn't sleep so he offered to read something to you. He climbed into the bed with you, sitting up so you could rest against him as he read softly until you drifted off. As soon as you woke up the next morning, you asked him to pick up where he left off and he laughed so genuinely as he reopened the book.

The next time he read it to you was almost two months later, you had planned a whole day out in the city as a surprise for him but the weather turned suddenly. Fierce wind, pouring rain and lightning canceled all of your plans and you were devastated. Loki asked you to come to his room and when you opened the door, you were at a loss for words. He had used his magic to turn his room into a cozy cabin, complete with a crackling fire and the softest blankets you had ever felt. He handed you a mug of hot chocolate as you sat snuggled together by the fire. You rested against him, all the tension and disappointment leaving your body as you closed your eyes and listened to him read what was now your favorite book as well.

Using your sleeve, you wipe away a tear that has landed on the beautifully decorated cover. Last week you asked Loki if he would read it with you as he had so many times before but he responded by telling you he was in the middle of a book already. You felt a wave of nausea when he handed you the book and said you could bring it back when you were done.

Taking a deep breath you stand up, book in hand and decide you can't put this off any longer. He can't keep avoiding you, you need to know the truth even if it crushes you.

You knock on his door and wait anxiously for him to respond. "Who is it?" you hear him ask.

"Its me," you answer, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. "I wanted to return the book I borrowed."

There is no reply but after a few moments of silence the door unlocks and Loki opens it. You hold your breath, half expecting him not to be alone. Your greatest fear was the Loki had been cheating on you. You recently found yourself worrying that you weren't good enough for Loki and you were terrified that he had realized he could do better.

He reaches out to take the book from you but you pull it back, just out of reach causing him to look at you curiously. "Can I come in?" you ask and before he can respond you add, "We need to talk and I'm not leaving until we do."

He nods, letting out a small sigh as he takes a step back so you can come inside. He closes the door and you hand him the book. Loki looks at it briefly before setting it on the table by the door and you try to read the emotion in his eyes. You are unsure if it is guilt, sadness or pity even but you don't see the love you used to.

You stand by the door, looking around his room as you slowly realize what is different from the last time you were here over a week ago. The three framed pictures of the two of you are missing from his bookcase and the blanket you always wrapped yourself up in during movie nights is no longer folded over the back of the couch. It was as if he had already removed you physically from his life.

"Loki," you sniffle and take a moment. "I want to know the truth, you always promised me you would tell me the truth."

He shifts uncomfortably and asks, "The truth about what?"

"I need the truth about what is killing our relationship. You keep pushing me away and I have to know why," you tell him. "Please, I need to know what I can do to fix us because I don't know what broke us."

He fidgets with his fingers, his eyes fixed on them but doesn't say anything.

"Loki, if this was ever real..." you stop to take a breath.

"It was real," he says, taking your hand loosely.

You feel a sharp stab in your chest at his reply and you slowly pull your hand free from his, "I want the truth from you. Just give me the truth, even if it hurts me."

"I don't want to hurt you," he says. "I can't... I don't want to do this."

"I know that this will break me. I know that this will make me cry but I've spent so much time crying over you these last few weeks. Please, you have to say what's on your mind," you urge him as you feel on the verge of tears. "I know this will hurt me and break my heart but I don't want to live this lie. I've lost you and I need to know why."

He takes a deep breath and runs his fingers roughly through his hair as he takes a step away from you. He turns towards you again and looks down, his eyes slowly lifting until they meet yours.

"The truth, Y/N..." he pauses and you can see his eyes are glassy with tears. "The truth is I don't know what happened or when it happened. I just know that... I- I don't love you anymore. It was nothing you did wrong but there is nothing you can do to fix it. I just... I just fell out of love with you. I am so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you but I didn't know how to tell you the truth."

You try to take a deep breath but your lungs refuse to open, you can feel your heart shattering in your chest as the weight of his words hit you. You stand in front of Loki, unable to speak or think as your whole relationship flashes through your mind. The afternoon he asked you out for your first date, the way he played with your hair when you laid on his chest, the first time he brought you flowers just as an excuse to see you while you were at work. You squeeze your eyes closed tightly as the memory of the first time he told you he loved you is swiftly replaced by Loki's heartbreaking admission. He doesn't love you anymore, the voice in your mind echoing his words over and over.

"Y/N?" he asks, breaking the loop in your thoughts. You blink, allowing the tears to slip down your cheeks.

"I... I don't know what I'm supposed to do now," you say slowly. You look up at him, fighting the need to be held in his long arms. Loki had become the one you went to for comfort, you never thought he would be the one hurting you. "I love you Loki," you say quietly and he looks away from you. You finally place the emotion you saw in his eyes earlier, it was regret. He doesn't respond and you are suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to be a far from him as possible.

You take a few steps backwards until your back hits his door, running your hand along the hard surface until you feel the knob, you twist it harshly. You pull the door open and you step out into the empty hallway, your vision blury from the heavy wave of tears. You wipe your face with your sleeves as you slowly make your way down the long hall. Keeping your hand over your mouth you quiet your sobs as you pass room after room. You know you could knock on any one of them and receive comfort from your friends inside but you only wanted to feel Loki's arms around you. You wanted him to run down the hall after you, telling you he lied, that he was wrong, that he did love you but he didn't.

You close your door quietly and climb onto your bed, fully dressed without even thinking to kick off your shoes. You grab the pillow Loki used to sleep on and hold it tightly to your chest. Burying your face into the soft fabric you begin to sob again, the pillow hadn't smelled like him in weeks and it was one more reminder that he wasn't yours and you weren't his. You close your eyes tightly and mourn the loss of your relationship with Loki.

Again... I'm really really really sorry. This was in my head and I just needed to get it out

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[agent-tempest]

Loki x Fem!Reader recs list

oneshots

Dancing in the dark (with you between my arms) -@holymultiplefandomsbatman [Fluff, 3.6k, Light angst. Reader being self-conscious and having trouble accepting compliments. Swearing. Fluffity fluff, mutual pining, oblivious reader. Tony decides to throw another big party. The theme? Medieval ball. You’ve been cursed to perform a dance routine, together with Loki. Could the dance actually be a blessing in disguise?]

Bubbles- @lanadelreyscokewhor3 [1.5 k, Loki x Avenger!Fem!Reader, reader having a panic attack, reader having low self esteem, mentions of past trauma and tony stark being an asshole... ( i love u 3000 tony just not in this fic)]

Little dove- @absolutelyfizzing [1.9k, Loki acted so caring around you, more so than anyone else in his life. He loved to take care of you, especially when you had a long day, and he got teased by some of the team for it. Fem reader, cute loki and pet names, implications of gender fluid loki?, reader gets picked up, slight implications of a nsfw theme the night before]

Paper rings - @cherryrogers [Pure fluff. Loki and you take a nice walk down memory lane, reminiscing on your very first encounters with each other. Inspired by the song, ‘Paper Rings’ by Taylor Swift.]

Back in your arms- @sarahscribbles [starts angsty but happiest fluffiest ending. 2.8k. Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with Thanos.]

series

What once was mine- @talesofesther [When watching what once was supposed to be the rest of his life, in an empty room in the TVA, Loki sees someone he can’t recognize; a girl who’s all tenderness and loose smiles, and most importantly, she was smiling at him.]

#Loki friggason #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki odinson #loki x fem!reader #loki x female reader #Avengers #Marvel #MCU #tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston loki #enya's recs #enya talks

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hi can i request a tom hiddleston x desi actress reader where she is pregnant and already has kids who hav hindi names which r ver cute and she craves indian food in the middle of interviews and shoots

AN - back again and I have plenty of requests and if anyone wants to request something then please feel free to send me them.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Crazy Cravings

Tom Hiddleston x Desi!Reader

Summary: You are an actress but before that, you are pregnant…

Tag list: @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @lastwandastan, @eudximoniakr, @saraelizabeth26, @girlnred, @hc-geralt-23, @omgsuperstarg, @strangesthirdeye, @clea-strange-is-the-way, @lana, @kenzi-woycehoski, @nyx2021, @all-things-fandomstuck, @newt-scamander-is-hot-af, @moon-light1415, @candypurplebutterfly, @littlesatanicassholebitch, @nats-whore, @lady-athanasia, @chaotic-fangirl-blog, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @hyacinthus007, @shine101

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

“How are you feeling, meri jaan?” she heard the soothing voice of her husband before she felt his hand over her protruding belly. A giggle left her throat as he placed a kiss on her cheek, chuckling softly against her skin. “I feel better now,” she replies with a grin.

Tom hums, wrinkling his eyebrows as he settles down next to her on the leather couch as everyone around them worked hard to get the place ready for the interview which would start any moment now.

As actors, Tom and (Y/N) could never take a day off, especially when they were in the center of the show. And in times like this, with the lady pregnant, Tom found himself worrying more and more about her; constantly asking whether she was fine or not, if she needed something or not.

No wonder her cousins and mother started teasing him by calling him a “mother”.

“Hello, Tom and (Y/N),” greeted the lady who was supposed to take their interview. The pair smiled brightly, greeting the lady back whose name they learnt to be Bianca.

“Are we ready?” The director asked, earning a couple of nods from the crew and thumbs up from the guests. “Well then. Lights. Camera and Action.”

And then began the interview.

The beginning was always the same; introductions, their achievements, a few questions about their current show. But after that came the personal part, one that rendered the actor a bit uncomfortable as he tried to keep his life to himself.

“So, you two have a daughter together and another little Hiddleston is on the way,” the interviewer states with a smile, making the couple glance at each other with smile as (Y/N) placed a hand over her overgrown bump. “Yes.”

“And your daughter’s name is Kavya, isn’t it?” Bianca queries, struggling with the pronunciation for a while before Tom helps her. “Yes. We decided on an Indian name because they just sound so… soothing. Like hot chocolate in winters,” Tom gushed, his face reddening up as he glanced at his wife.

“Awww… that’s sweet. (Y/N), how is the pregnancy going for you?”

“Honestly, everything is fine except for the cravings,” she whined, making the Loki actor burst into a fit of laughter as he remembered the many nights when he woke up to finding his wife cooking some Indian dish or digging deep into the kitchen cabinets to find Maggi.

“What do you crave?” Bianca asks, her eyes gleaming with happiness as she watched her favourite Hollywood couple share a glance before laughing. Once the laughter dies down, Tom replies, “it can be the weirdest thing. One second she wants to have Jalebi and the next she wants to find some Namkeen.”

“I am the mix of sweet and savoury,” she argues instantly, making him smile as he nodded, leaning in to place a kiss on her temple, “meri khatti-meethi.”

(Y/N) merely gave him a side eye before returning her focus to their interviewer who had started her next question. “Correct me if I am wrong, but you were pregnant when you were about to finish shooting for this show, right?”

The couple nodded, prompting Bianca to continue, “did you crave anything on the set?” Before the misses could answer, Tom lets out a dramatic sigh before answering, “one fine morning, she comes to my trailer, donning her costume, and literally commands me ‘I want to have fish curry made by my mother, so talk to her, take the recipe and cook it.’ And leaves before I could nod. I was so bewildered and like what should I do.”

Everyone around them laughed loudly except for (Y/N) who glared daggers at her husband before leaning in to whisper softly into his ear.

“I want to eat Samosa.”

“Haye Bhagwaan!”

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[multific]

The Moon to Whom You Belong to

Khonshu x Reader

Summary: Harrow's hatred towards Khonshu was clear, but to hurt you in order to anger the God was a low blow. 

You saw him everywhere you went.

He stood on top of buildings, watching you.

He knew what he was doing. He was annoying you.

But you were mad at him.

Who could have possibly thought that dating an ancient Egyptian God would be a bad idea?

Not you. Khonsu was truly magical and even if his last avatar, Arthur, didn't see that, in your eyes, Khonshu never changed.

Arthur hated Khonshu and despised him to the point where he wanted to bring Amit back just to get revenge.

Arthur knew you, he often saw you with Khonshu he knew what you meant to the God. And knowing this, Khonshu was afraid Harrow is going to use you to get back on him. 

So, his only logical solution to this problem was to do everything in his power to lock you away. 

He found a new avatar, Marc Spector, but you were not allowed to meet him. Khonshu explained to you just how broken Marc was, but never gave you a real reason why he kept you locked in your home. 

Of course, you knew it had to do with Arthur and his plan of revenge. Arthur was an easy man to read, and you also overheard many times whenever he was talking to himself about how much he hated Khonshu amongst other things.

So, when you told Khonshu that you didn't need to be locked in a dark place just until Harrow is dead, the God took offence. 

He wanted nothing but to protect you, and you knew that, but this was too much.

You decided to go to work, as usual, and carry out your daily things as usual. 

And so, Khonshu followed you, every day he watched you, making sure no one would hurt you. 

Every time you sat on the bus, as you looked out the window, you saw him, standing there, standing or sitting on buildings. 

Just how possessive this bird truly was?

If it was up to him, he would have you in a palace, he often talked about how you need to be treated as a Queen, he would have you wrapped in silks, fed to your liking with no questions asked. He would have you sit on a throne, much like a pharaoh, but he would make sure everyone knew you were more important than anyone else.

And you loved him, you loved even his overprotective and possessive nature. You loved him because he made you feel like no one else ever, he made you feel important, loved and cared for even if he couldn't kiss you, his body language and soft touches proved it all.

You always tried to pay attention, you knew Arthur had many followers. And you were sure you have seen many of them without even knowing.

They could be everywhere, the lady in the store, the new coworker at work, an old coworker at work. Anywhere and anyone could be a follower.

But he didn't have to be so controlling about it. He could have just told you not to go out or just talked with you instead of breaking your door and getting it stuck. He could have sat down and told you to stay safe, you would have called in sick for work. But because of the way he behaved, you behaved just as well.

And here you were now, in the bus stop, waiting while he was watching you from across the street.

"Go home." he would say. But you didn't listen.

And you probably should have.

But he still blamed himself.

You were stubborn as much as he was, but it was still his fault. He didn't protect you, he wasn't there for you.

You had a feeling for a while now that someday something would happen. That one day he will send his people and harm you.

Yet, you weren't prepared.

Khonshu took his eyes off you for a minute. A literal minute and everything went to hell.

You weren't taken, but they sure tried. 

If it wasn't for Khonshu and the quickness of his new avatar, you would have been gone. Khonshu would have burned the entire world down to find you, but he didn't have to. 

Jake Lockley saved you, and you were back with Khonshu, standing on a tall building. He didn't let go of you. Not even for a second.

"This is all my fault." he said as his finger ran over your wrist, you managed to hurt it when you tried to free yourself, you fell and even fractured the bone. "All my fault that My Little Star is hurt." he said, voice full of guilt and pain.

"I am the one to blame. I should have listened to you and stayed home." you knew it was your fault, your fault for being so stubborn.

You tried to prove to him that you could take care of yourself. You grew up just fine, you didn't need his protection. 

But you should have just accepted it, you should have just said thank you and stayed behind. You were weak, and you had to accept that sometimes it was okay to get help from others.

You placed your other hand on his chest and let him pull you close.

"From now on, I will listen to you." you said, promising him to do as he said might not be the best move, but you knew it was the only thing he would accept and calm him.

"Thank you, Stardust. I will also try not to listen that much to my overprotective tendencies. We can find a middle ground I'm sure."

You smiled as he squeezed you against his towering frame.

He used to get smaller when he was with you, still much taller than you but you asked him not to. He didn't need to hide from you.

"I'd like to meet your Knight. I need to thank... them." you looked up at him and he nodded.

"Tomorrow, for now, I need you with me alone. I need your help with a plan. I cannot possibly find what Harrow is looking for, we need to get there before him."

You liked it when he asked your help or opinion on things. But you liked it better that he didn't even let you leave his embrace for the rest of the evening.

You were his Star and he cannot lose you.

He was your Moon to whom you belonged to. Easy as that. 

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[holdmytesseract]

All The Right Moves

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Summary: When Robert comes home from work, he catches you dancing in the kitchen - and decides to join you...

Warnings: this is a songfic? fluff, dancing, suggestive smut - it gets quite a bit hot and steamy

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: Some of you were quite a curious about the 'Secret Project'. I told you about. Well, here it is - and it's a birthday gift for @muddyorbsblr ! 🥳 We talked about those gifs and she told me about the story she imagined - and I immediately started to write it; knowing that her birthday was coming up. 🥰 Bestie, I really hope you like this! Happy Birthday! ❤

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°☆• Masterlist •☆°

This is basically based on this song...

... and this scene...

The High Rise was still bustling with the people who lived inside the big building, despite the fact that it was quite late in the evening. Robert had to work a few hours longer today, resulting in the sun already setting, as he stepped through the big doors of London's biggest, most modern skyscraper.

It was early June - the beginning of the summertime, and it showed. The days had gotten longer and the nights shorter; temperatures steadily rising. Several children were still awake; running around, laughing and having fun - just like the adults. Countless men with bottles of beer and women with swim attire crossed his paths; probably planning on throwing yet another party. Like they always did. Robert though, was tired. A long day stuffed to the brim with work was behind him and all he wanted to do, was to spend some quality time with his wife, perhaps eat something and then fall into bed to catch some much-needed sleep.

Taking one of the elevators, he leaned against the metal wall and waited almost impatiently for it to make that familiar 'ding' sound; announcing that it arrived on the 25th floor. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.

Robert walked straight to yours and his apartment then, literally storming through the door; shutting the loud and annoying world out.

As soon as the door was closed shut behind him, a relieved sigh left his lips. He had been quite a bit lost in his own thoughts, when the sound of music - coming undoubtedly from the kitchen, pulled him back down to earth in the here and now.

And some aces up your sleeve

I had no idea that you're in deep

I dreamt about you near me every night this week

It caused an immediate smile to appear on his lips. Robert knew that song. By heart. It was one of your favourites - and became over the years one of his favourites, too.

How many secrets can you keep'

′Cause there′s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow

When I play it on repeat

Until I fall asleep

Spilling drinks on my settee

The doctor took off his dress shoes, placed them neatly beside your shoes and put down his working bag. Then he made his way quietly, but quickly to yours and his shared bedroom, slipping out of the greyish black suit jacket he wore; the tie following immediately. Undoing a few of his shirt buttons, Robert felt finally comfortable and 'free'.

The music wasn't extremely loud, but he could still hear every word.

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Being only in his matching suit trousers and white shirt now, he sneaked up to the kitchen. Carefully, he lurked around the corner. There you were, in the middle of cooking something which smelt like spaghetti Carbonara - but undoubtedly heavenly; blasting one of your all-time favourites. You were definitely feeling the music with all your heart and soul. Robert could tell, because you had abandoned the pots and pans, in order to dance.

Crawlin' back to you.

Ever thought of calling when you′ve had a few?

'Cause I always do

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I've thought it through

As soon as the refrain hit, your dance moves increased. Robert leaned against the door frame, watching you with a smile; hands buried in his trouser pockets. How you moved so gracefully. How your light blue knee-length summer dress flowed with every move you made. And he watched, how happy you seemed to be. It made him happy in return as well - and his heart to beat faster with the love he felt for you.

You had your back towards your husband and therefore hadn't a single clue that he was even there. But when the last line of the refrain sounded through the kitchen, you turned around...

Crawlin' back to you.

The sight of Robert standing casually in the door frame with a soft, but amused smile on his lips caught you off-guard, of course. You visibly flinched; hand flying up to your heaving chest. You could practically feel your heart thumbing against your palm.

Then your cheeks reddened; feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. But once the realisation set in, that it was your husband standing in front of you, a small giggle slipped past your lips. "Robert!"

So have you got the guts?

Been wondering if your heart's still open and

If so I wanna know what time it shuts

Simmer down and pucker up

I′m sorry to interrupt it′s just I'm constantly

On the cusp of trying to kiss you

I don′t know if you feel the same as I do

But we could be together, if you wanted to

With 'Do I Wanna Know?' still blaring in the background, you closed the distance between yourself and your husband. Without saying much, you placed a small kiss on his soft lips, in order to greet him. Automatically, your hands landed on his well-trained chest; displayed through the way too tight white shirt he wore.

While Robert's hands found their way to your waist, you rubbed his pecs with your palms in an affectionate manner. "How was work?" The doctor just shook his head. "I don't want to talk about work, darling." You raised an eyebrow and crooked your head in slightly amused confusion. "You usually always talk about work, honey."

Robert licked his lips; baby blues gazing deeply in your Y/E/C ones. "Later. I don't want to talk now. What I want is to dance."

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Before your brain was entirely able to process what Robert just said, he suddenly pulled you with a quick movement closer against him. So close, that your chest collided with his. You let out a small yelp; having not expected this 'bold' move.

Crawlin' back to you.

Robert's timing was perfect, to say the least. With the peak of the refrain, he started to dance; causing your body to sway with his, of course.

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

(Calling when you′ve had a few)

'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I′ve thought it through

Robert had always been a great dancer. You knew, but he showed it to you once again...

With one hand placed firmly on the small of your back, he moved his hips in sync with yours. His head lowered; forehead pressed against yours. Your hands had wandered as well; moved from his chest to cross behind his neck. Therefore, that you were so close to one another, the dance became quite intimate very fast - and utterly intense. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body; his big, warm hand splayed over the clothed skin on your back - on the verge of touching your ass. You could smell his expensive, rich cologne; him and letting yourself drown in it.

You and Robert literally danced on a thin line between romance and eroticism. Tendencies to the latter. And when he switched positions, you knew exactly how this dance was going to end.

Crawling back to you, (do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Robert let go of you and took a few steps back. As soon as his touch left your body, you already missed it; longing to feel him again. But you were not the one in control... He was.

Taking your hand in his bigger one, he lifted both your arms and signalling you to twirl yourself around - which you did with a small giggle; dress flowing in the air once more. Although that 'foolish', girly, little giggle soon faded into a sinful, quiet, little moan, as your husband caught you mid spin with his free arm around your middle, and pressed your ass against his crotch. That was the moment you started to lose it.

Robert splayed one big hand over your lower abdomen; keeping you snugly pinned against him. If that wasn't already torturous enough, he started to move and grind in hips to the beat of the music - and what you felt through the thin layers of clothing caused a gasp to fall from your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, Robert had a naughty smile on his face; knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

(Do I wanna know?)

Too busy being yours to fall

(Sad to see you go)

Ever thought of calling darling?

(Do I wanna know)

Do you want me crawling back to you?

You were in such a haze; totally lost in the way Robert danced with you, that you didn't notice where he was leading you. Therefore, you found yourself trapped between your husband and the kitchen counter by the end of the song.

With the last line, Robert spun you once more around - this time in his arm, and pressed you against the wooden surface. A small, shocked yelp escaped your lips, before your eyes widened in realisation. The position Robert put you in only now dawning on you. Despite that you were quite flustered, you had nevertheless gained a little bit confidence.

Lifting your hand, you let your fingers toy with the opened buttons of his shirt. "Dr. Laing... How naughty..." You tutted playfully; shaking your head. Unfortunately, you weren't able to stay serious and broke out into another fit of giggles.

Robert loved that about you. Your sweet tries to act all dominant and seductive, but you were way too shy and flustered.

The doctor caught your wandering hand easily mid-air and pinned it against his own chest; his large palm swallowing yours whole. "Nu.Uh, Mrs. Laing. If I recall that correctly, you are the naughty one..." Robert stated; letting his gaze drop. His baby blues were no longer staring into your Y/E/C ones. "You started this, didn't you? Dancing to such a quite erotic song... You literally begged for this to happen, am I right?" He underlined his words by pushing you closer against the counter; hips colliding with yours. You gasped - audibly; eyelids fluttering shut. "R-Robert, I-I-I-"

He didn't need to see or hear more to know, that he was right. Your reaction was clear evidence.

"You got yourself in this situation..." Your husband whispered deeply; hoisting you up on the kitchen counter. "And now you have to deal with the consequences. Although, I'm sure you are going to enjoy it," Robert announced with a wolfish grin, before you heard the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. You swallowed hard. You were in trouble - because of a damn song!

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[lokidbadguy]

Not in love. Baby, this is lust!

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[smolvenger]

The Child Called Sharpe (Thomas Sharpe x fem! Reader Blurb)

Summary: You and Thomas Sharpe welcome your first baby and his second, as Thomas himself faces his own demons regarding his past.

Word Count: 1K (er...blurb or short oneshot, whatever)

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy and childbirth, but nothing graphic. In this version, though I try to have a more nuanced take on Lucille, In this fic I choose to portray the Lucille/Thomas relationship as nonconsensual, pedophilic, and abusive so if you don't like that don't read this, so mentions of sexual abuse, death, illness, blood with some of the canon events of Crimson Peak. But it becomes a lot of tooth-rotting fluff.

A/N: I can't please everyone with Crimson Peak on the is Lucille good or bad vrs. is Thomas good or bad discourse, so why bother trying anymore. I just wanna write my stuff. From @holdmytesseract's request!

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Love for him meant creation. It brought out Thomas’s gift of invention tenfold- for love itself was creation. For the first time in his life, an act of love brought out the child’s creation. So it was natural for Thomas to spend hours inventing more for this little child on their way.

That is, his second child. For he had a child, once, and lost that child, once. 

Yes, it was a child conceived from control rather than consent…but it was still a child in need of care. A hungry baby- a human life crying for milk, and burning with fever. A child “born wrong.” A child Enola swore to fight to keep alive. 

And a child that despite everything died anyway. As did Enola. 

Despite Lucille’s cruelty, he did pity her grief for that child- For it was his grief as well.

Lucille caught ill and died not long after. He at least made sure she died comfortably. Warm beneath blankets on a soft bed. Assured her she was loved and kissed her cheek as she took her last breath.

It was complicated, his feelings about his late sister. He never could decide one thing about her. For everything was true- there was both in her. Lucille, both cruel and misunderstood, powerful and pitiful, villain and victim.

Though he never once forced himself on anyone or took advantage of a child as she did to him…

And yet…

He was still guilty of scheming, of blood, of darkness as she was. Of the invention that he wanted to be funded, that he bought at the price of three women’s lives… 

But… assaulting him when he was little? Using his innocence until when he was grown he knew no other but her? You would tell him that even if the murders were understandable, she did cross a line in that regard.

He still didn’t know if the woman who at once was his partner, his equal, his sister as well as his jailer, his predator, his molester was deserving of it. 

Or not. 

Or both.

Yet, all of that darkness and blood was now in the past. Here you were his current wife. A wife who would never take advantage of him. A wife who listened and respected when he said “no.” A wife who wouldn’t push him. Wouldn’t manipulate him. Wouldn’t control him. A wife who forgave him and saw he was now trying to do right with his life, and his choices and would be there to support him.

 Your pregnancy was poignant.  A reminder that he had a new life now- and a life that was about to expand as your stomach did each month.  A new life was about to come forth literally and figuratively for him. 

In the corner of his workshop in a special box were toys he made once. Toys were made for the first child who died. 

He never prayed, but he did now to whoever listened. For once, those toys would know being loved, being played, and for a baby’s laughter and delight and adoration. They wouldn’t rust from age, but with use. To be worn not with dust, but with love.

He brought out the box one morning and set it in the nursery of his new house. A simpler house compared to Allerdale Hall’s Majesty. Smaller and brighter, made of cherrywood and over earth rather than clay. But cheerful, the warmth bursting in every room.

The toys were cleaned and set ready in that nursery corner. You squeezed his hand after he did so.

When making sure you were comfortable, or when you slept or napped, away he would be in his workshop. He had a special toy shop now next to the house. So in his downtime, he would be found creating little toys that a child of any sex would love. A little teddy bear that twirled on top of a drum. A little cat that lifted to lick its little paw next to a puppy that wagged its tail. 

But…what else would a baby need!? His mind was reeling. It had been too long…

Of course! A place to sleep! You had insisted the old wooden rocker would work…but he still had that itching, the gears in his mind whirring faster than any clay mine.

He took a few weeks to study the designs and then set right to work. He stayed up late, rolling up his sleeves. Working on one where if you pressed a small pedal, it would rock gently, oh so gently, as to not stir a baby to more wailing, but only to sleep.

So when he discovered that Lady Sharpe’s water broke, he insisted on staying by you.

“Thomas! But…husbands don’t..don’t usually stay!” you cried. You clutched his hand as he led you to the bed.

Lucille would urge him to leave when it was time to put a cleaver into one of the wives.

For once, he would look at the blood and the bodily innards spilling from his wife and not turn away.

He shook his head, though his hand was still in yours.

“No- My dear, all of my life, I closed my eyes and ran away. I didn’t look when things happened. Not this time- after I get the midwife, I am staying with you. I will not run away for once. I’m going to stay with my wife and keep my eyes open, no matter what I see. I love you- and for once, I am not leaving.” I will not leave you alone to deal with it now.

You grabbed him and kissed his cheek. Then he ran and fetched the midwife. He held to his word and stayed.

Labor is always long. Labor is always primal. But he waited there. Squeezing your hand, cooling your head for every painful cry and push. 

Then, after the long hours, though he was a man used to blood he turned pale… Then at last there was a cry.

The midwives smiled, bringing out a little baby in their blaket. Declaring, “It’s a girl!”

You let out a smile and then a laugh of relief. Thomas kissed your hand, then looked at her. His blue eyes brimmed with tears, but for once in his life they were happy ones.

The little girl was brought out in her blanket, needing her mother’s touch- being so new to this cold world and wanting the soft embrace of knowing she was loved now that she was here.

“Look at her…look at her- our baby! Our daughter! Oh!” you cried, a mess of crying, swear, and relief—the pain of the last several hours was forgotten for the tiny baby.

“I never could imagine it,” he agreed, he pecked her tiny forehead.

Once she had settled down, you handed her over to Thomas. The warm, living bundle in his arms. Yes, her cry was loud and bright…but it only signaled that she was alive.. He had never known such joy without confinement, without limits.

The midwives and nurses were paid and thanked. They left, but though it was a long day his Daedelian mind was eager to share his gift.

As you sat in the bed after a while, Thomas got up.

“I have a gift now. For her,” he announced.

Setting you in the wheelchair for rest, he led you to the nursery. The little girl in your arms. Inside the little pastel room there was something in the middle that was tall beneath a blanket.

Thomas walked forward and slipped the blanket off. You let out a gasp.

Beneath was the cradle Thomas made. It was stunningly beautiful- a little pedal that when he stepped on it, would make it rock. Over the bed was a music box on the side that trinkled a lullabye. Stars and a crescent moon dangled were placed to spin over the babies head where she would be placed.

You gasped, seeing how ornate it was. Every bit made with love. As you got up and placed her inside, she opened her little eyes and cooed. You made a little gasp as she took in the sight- her parents and her special gift. Music, rocking, and the stars and moon to dance above her.

To think, after all he had seen, experienced, and done…that he would come to know this moment. Here it was…and he didn’t feel worthy of it.

What when she was older? His own father was a monster. And for a while, fatherhood was linked to such things…

“I only hope I shall be a good father for that little girl…” Thomas wondered..

“You already are,” you assured him. You wrapped an arm around him and kissed him on the cheek.

That night, you were set to sleep after the exhaustion of delivery and elation of the baby. Thomas offered to be there in the nursery. For she was crying through that night, as any baby. Not that she was hungry, as he found out, she just needed warmth.

He got her out of the lovely cradle and went to the rocking chair. He wanted to hold her, feel her close. Her warmth and beating heart and life. 

His most precious creation of all…and the one that would survive. He knew she would.

“I promise you, my little love…” Thomas told the baby. “You will not know of attics. Of cold and punishments. Of plotting and murders. Of blood and cruelty…”

He kissed the top of her head.

“No- you will be Protected. Wanted…and loved.”

He would do everything so that his daughter would never have to suffer as he did.

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[andsheloved]

𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔

pairing ~ sir thomas sharpe x f!reader

word count ~ 1.3k

summary ~ when your own mind seems shattered, you're reminded of who will always be there to pick up the pieces.

warnings ~ plotless, pointless fluff, mention of nightmares/past traumatic experiences (nothing specific is mentioned), brief mention of death, implied insomnia, everyone needs to get some sleep.

a/n ~ this isn't the best thing i've written but my brain !! needed this !! let this be my little lullaby goodnight gift to you, and please enjoy some comforting thomas sharpe regardless mwauh :)

You could compare the feeling to something like falling, even if it really felt nothing like that. It wasn't that weightless, somewhat pleasant feeling one would get when drifting back into their own reality. It felt like death.

And in a way, maybe it was.

Even in your dreams, you could feel yourself falling back into the clutches of that endless cycle you couldn't seem to break, even while you attempted to find some sort of reprieve from your own mind in sleep, you still found yourself tormented, cursed with the ability of remembering.

You jolted awake, and suddenly you could feel your body once again, sensing how your chest rose and fell at a speed that, you had to admit, even worried yourself. You winced at the overwhelming buzzing that rang through your mind as you attempted to bring yourself back to the reality you found yourself paralyzed in, the only thing of warmth you could sense were the tears creeping down your face, stinging your eyes and reminding you of your own mortality.

"Dearest..." You could hear his voice, and although it was barely above a whisper to your ears, it felt like a tether, a life raft being thrown to you.

And so you reached for it, searching for the hushed flickers of his loving tone as you cut through the wicked, twisted vines that kept you from him, trying to return yourself to at least something akin to a resting state.

"You're alright..." You could hear him murmur, the feeling of his soft lips against the shell of your ear finally reaching your senses. "I'm here. I promise... You're safe..."

You felt a pain in your throat, as if being suffocated by your own anguish. The sensation was one of a monster in your chest, scratching and clawing against your insides, begging to be released in some sort of carnal, ferociously pained scream, though your lips remained sealed, or at least partially sealed. All that could escape your lips was a single, wounded sigh.

"Thomas..." You breathed, your trembling hand barely shifting, grasping for any part of him that you could hang on to.

"I'm right here."

His smooth voice only got clearer with each passing second, the feeling of his thumb gently brushing across your knuckles anchoring you to reality.

"I'm right here..." He continued to repeat, the gentle cadence of his words lulling your heartbeat until you began to feel some semblance of peace. "I'm right here."

Even as your mind settled, as your body began to no longer feel as if you had just ran some sort of harrowing marathon, you could still barely manage to say a word, so an almost silent whimper was all that escaped you.

And yet, even without a word uttered, he still managed to understand you.

Just as he always did.

His arms seemed to wrap around you in an instant, enveloping you into the warmth that you always seemed to find yourself longing for these days. Your heart stilled, finally at peace.

"Was it-"

You solemnly nodded before he could even finish, your chin gently nuzzling against his bicep as you did.

"Well..." He groaned softly, adjusting himself against you as he tenderly pulled you flush against his firm chest, prompting you to finally turn your head to face him. "You're safe now. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing could ever."

You swallowed harshly, your mind briefly returning to your previous state.

If it were anyone else, you might have even dared to accuse them of witchcraft, but it was Thomas. Your Thomas. And he knew you in a way you couldn't even comprehend yourself. It was as if he could read your mind, his thumb and forefinger finding their way to your chin, his touch shackling you once again to him.

He let out a gentle chuckle, "Don't leave me," He smiled, "Not when I've just gotten you back."

This time, you had managed to squeak out a few words in response. "Thank you."

You watched as his eyes softened, his eyebrows falling into an expression of slight concern. "You've nothing to thank me for." He grumbled, you noticed how his cheeks turned the lightest shade of pink as he spoke, this fact illuminated only by the dull slivers of moonlight that crept in from the window. "It's my honor."

Before you could stop it, a small chuckle left your lips, almost forgetting your situation entirely. "Honored?" You questioned softly. You couldn't even manage yourself half of the time, how could anyone feel any sort of honored to pick up after you?

His brows furrowed, a small, almost frustrated sounding huff came from him before he began to speak. "The first time..." He mumbled, trailing off for a moment, though you already knew what he was trying to say.

When the nightmares began.

"You could have turned from me," He continued, gently tracing his thumb against your cheek, "Pushed me from you entirely. Told me to leave you even." He smiled wistfully, "You didn't though. You allowed me to stay, to hold you, to promise that you were safe, that I would always protect you. You bestowed me with that honor, and it is not one that I take lightly." He finished, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

If you knew any better, you could have easily begun believing that he carried some sort of magic within him, your eyes gently drooping closed as soon as his lips touched your skin. Though maybe that was the magic of him, how he could calm your mind so easily.

The deep, quietly thunderous hum that rolled through him reached your ears like a lullaby, and you could feel his lips curl into a soft smile against your forehead.

There were a million words caught in your throat. Thousands of 'how could I ever live without you', hundreds of 'thank you's' and countless 'I love you's' begging to be ripped from your lips, and just as it was all about to come pouring out at once, as you began to acknowledge the fact that once you began speaking, you would certainly be awake until the morning, it seemed that he read your mind, silencing your thoughts at once.

"Get some rest, love, we can speak of everything in the morning if you'd like." He paused for a moment as he pulled at the heavy, quilted blanket engulfing you both, "Even if you choose not to, I'll be right beside you... Always."

His words faded as you drifted closer to the edge of exhaustion. You knew of the possibility of another nightmare, the lingering possibility of those all too familiar tendrils of pain and horror stained pieces of your imagination reaching out for you once again tonight, but somehow, you held no fear.

The heat of his body flooded your senses as you finally fell asleep, his final words somehow even reaching you in your unconsciousness, or maybe they weren't even his words, at least not in the current sense. Maybe they were just the words he had ingrained in you ever since the first time he told you that he loved you, the words that wrapped around you, filling you with light in any moment you felt surrounded by darkness. Maybe he hadn’t even uttered a thing, maybe it was just your own mind, comforting your soul with the voice of him as you fell into sleep.

Either way, you found you didn’t mind, all you cared for was that his voice was with you, guiding you through whatever darkness you may happen to encounter the rest of the night.

You could hear him as your breath evened and your pulse slowed, feeling him hold your hand through the pitch blackness. Even as your own mind attempted to betray you, taunting you with memories of pain you couldn’t seem to outrun, you could hear him.

“I’m here my dear, I always will be.”

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[random-writer-person]

What were you doing?

Tom Hiddleston x Reader Smut

word count: 1197

i hope you guys like this one its kinda my first i put a lot of work into it also i'm just not that strong of a writer so enjoy :)

warning contains: smut oral (f&m receiving) unprotected sex idk i think that's it

you and tom have been dating for a good long while almost a year. you still don't live together, but tom basically lives with you with how much he sleeps over.

tom had been off on a job for a few days, so you guys have not talked much and you could not see him you missed him dearly. getting desperate to see him in some way or another you go on tik tok and watch edits people made of him, there was a lot of them it made you kind of sad to see so many people who like tom and that he's with you when there are so many people who are better looking then you who want him. you roll your eyes and get those thoughts out of your head.

you kept watching until you hear the door close lightly he's home you look up and there he is you lock your phone and turn it over.

"Hello my love I missed you," you say getting off the bed to hug and kiss him. he gives you a short kiss then says in a curious tone

"darling what were you doing on your phone that made you turn it over so quick" he looks at you with a semi frown

"nothing love" you turn around so he cant see your blush and you gather some bedclothes he left here for him to sleep in tonight "here you are I'm sure you're exhausted" you gave him the clothes with a kiss then got in bed.

tom started changing with you watching it was kind of normal you could not keep your eyes off of his god-like figure. once he was done he turned around and looked at you with a serious face.

"Y/N what were you doing on your phone were you talking to another guy," he said getting more sad as he said it

"what no god no I was watching a video," you said getting up and rushing to him and putting your arms around his neck, he put his arms on your waist.

"a video what kind of video," he says in kind of a relieved sigh you blush and look down, you go to grab your phone unlock it then hand it to him. "this is me you were watching me?" you look up blush getting stronger and you start pacing the room really embarrassed

"I... uh... I missed you we hadn't talked in a while so I wanted to see you and this was really the only way I could... um yeah and then I started getting insecure about how many prettier girls want you and you deserve better than me-" tom cut you off

"what do you mean by deserving better you take care of me make sure I get enough sleep, makes me food, all the things I don't need you to do but you do anyway that's why I love you your everything to me and your the most beautiful person in the world I don't care what you say" you look up at him with tears in your eyes and you kiss him full of passion.

"oh, tom you always know just what to say" you kiss him again and pushed him on the bed you straddled his lap once he sat up and kissed him once again while grinding on him he gives little moans and groans as you do it which make you feel yourself grow wetter.

"I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel tom" you go down on your knees and untie his sweat pants and pull them down along with his boxers while his boner popped out and hits his stomach. you look up at him and he smiles the slightest bit.

"love I want you to fuck my face" he looks at you unsure but you smile and then open your mouth, he puts his hand on the back of your head and the other on his dick. he puts himself in your mouth then he starts thrusting and groaning which makes you moan he starts losing control and starts going harder and faster until you feel him twitch he puts himself deep in your throat and cums you swallow all of it and open up to show him.

"Baby thank you that was amazing" you stand up and give him a peck.

"anything for you my love" he kisses you more and lays you on the bed. he gets on top of you and starts kissing you he grinds himself on you, you both moan into the kiss.

he starts kissing down your neck trying to find your sweet spot once he does he nibbles, sucks and kisses it while you are a moaning mess. once he is done he starts moving down he takes off your shirt with your help and starts sucking on your nipple while fondling your other breast. after a while he switches and gives the other one the same attention. after that, he left a trail of kisses down your stomach then when he reached the line of your pants he took them off.

"my darling you are the most beautiful person on this planet," he said while kissing up and down your thighs, you shifted to try and get him to eat you already but he just pinned your hips down,

"patience my darling I will make you feel good," he said and left a small kiss on your bud and did a small kitten lick all the way up you letting out a moan.

"that's it darling let me hear those pretty little moans," him saying that makes you moan louder, he starts going faster sucking on your clit then he starts sticking one of his long fingers in me making me arch my back and moan louder than I wanted to.

"oh tom please I need you please I need you now" you moan moving your hips trying to get him to suck on you more but he just moves away from you, you start to frown but then he starts to push into you and you moan as loud as you can be, mixed with toms moans and groans.

"ugh love you're so tight for me so good for me" you are moaning and groaning uncontrollably and he is groaning sweet nothings in your ear that just bring you that much closer to your release you try to moan out that you're close.

"ugh tom I'm- tom so close I'm so close" you struggle to say he kisses you and then after a few seconds he says

"let go my love let go for me" you scream as you release and he groans he falls on top of you then rolls over to "his" side of the bed.

"love I hope you know that you are more than enough for me and that I love you," he says kissing the top of your head.

"I know it's just hard sometimes also you are MORE than enough for me I love you so much" you kiss him and cuddle up to his tall body and fall asleep together.

I hope you guys have a great day-night whatever.

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