#professor loki x reader

[happy74827]

The Devil's Tango

{!!SPOILERS!! SEASON 4 EPISODES 1-6}

[Rhys Montrose x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: A certain professor is not very supportive of your relationship with the mayor-in-running.

WC: 2,741

Warnings: It's You... the show is warning enough.

The amount of people I see begging for an x reader of this man, and that no one had done it yet is actually hilarious. You would think after the first reveal, the whole fandom would jump at the sight of this man.

Though, realistically speaking, it's probably because he's one of those characters that are so hard to get right. Plus the fact that Part 2 didn't help in his favor at all.

I do plan to write more of him, so this is just a little tease if you will.

『••✎••』

“Hello, you.”

You jumped out of instinct, snapping your head towards the hoarse voice behind you. The chalk that you were currently using flew right out of your hand, soaring to hit the shadow that was now in front of you. Before it could hit your mystery stalker in the head, however, swift hands caught it just before impact.

“I… think you dropped this.” The sarcastic tone of an expired New Yorker made your fears fly away as your piece of chalk had. As you turned to meet the familiar brown eyes, you couldn’t help but give a slight smile.

“Oh, Jonathan,” You raised a hand to your chest, letting out chuckles in relief. “You scared me there, I wasn’t expecting anyone to visit at this hour.”

He stood in front of you blankly for a moment, as if someone had hit him with a “time freeze” superpower. You paid no mind to this of course, as it was a typical Jonathan Moore quirk. He clearly was very into his mind.

It almost reminded you of a certain… someone.

Jonathan snapped back to the present in no time with a soft, closed smile forming on his face. Within doing so, he handed you back your murderous chalk, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

“Oh, no… no it’s totally my fault.” He apologized profusely, nudging his elbow towards the door. “The whole “not knocking” thing seems to be a nasty habit that only I can’t seem to get rid of.”

You nodded along to his apologies, despite already forgiving him the second you saw the familiar curls that fell down his forehead. It was pretty hard to hate the man that shared the same passion for poetry and was one of the professors that was teaching the same subject as you had.

“So, Jonathan,” you started, moving to lean your back against your desk. Your daily planner was down by your hips, along with the chalk. “What brings you to my classroom? Are you looking for some new recommendations?”

His face slightly faltered to the point where no normal, unobservant eye could witness it. The lip quiver, the slight wobbling of his left leg… they were all telltale signs of compressed emotions that an average joe wouldn’t think twice about — specifically, those who only knew the person on a surface level.

That wasn’t you, of course. You were observant to the point where it annoyed you. The constant paranoia that followed everyone’s movements practically ate you alive.

After a heap of silence, Jonathan sighed with his head facing downwards, his dark chocolate eyes refusing to look at you.

“It’s about Rhys Montrose.”

Your eyebrow raised in confusion at his words, your hands subconsciously resting on the desk, with your planner and chalk beside you. It was now you who had that blank daze.

“I…” You were absolutely speechless to the point where you could feel your jaw drop slightly. Jonathan knew Rhys? You’ve of course mentioned your relationship with Rhys to Jonathan himself, but you had no idea they had actually met. Honestly, you were still having a hard time believing that the nerd had met Lady Phoebe.

You straightened yourself, using your arms as leverage, as you looked at him with furrowed brows. “With how busy he constantly is now, I wasn’t even aware-“

“He’s not what you think he is.” Jonathan cut you off, his eyes shooting you to meet with yours. They were full of… worry?

“Jonathan, what are you—?“

His hands reached out to your shoulders, his body encasing you between himself and your desk. With every step he took closer to you, the more your eyes widened with confusion.

“You don’t know him, not like you think you do,” Jonathan whispered, “He’s a danger to society.”

You pulled his arms off of you, completely shocked by his tone. His phone buzzed as you looked at him bewildered, but he ignored his new text message. All he was focused on was you, just you.

“A danger to society? Jonathan, he’s just running for mayor.” You scoffed, turning back your attention to the chalkboard from before the librarian arrived. “You know, I didn’t take you for a man that’s into politics.”

“It’s not about fucking politics!” His hands slammed down on your desk. It caused you to jump, turning back towards the man only to find him mere inches from your face.

You tried to back away, but he pulled you right back in. “Jonathan—“

“You’re not listening!” His hands grabbed at your arms, his eyes darkened underneath the light you both stood under. “Rhys is a danger to society, he’s a danger to you.”

Jonathan continued to shake you and yell words into your ears, but everything around you went mute. The slightly muffled conversations from students down the hallways were silenced. You saw Jonathan’s lips moving, frantically, but you couldn’t hear. You didn’t want to hear.

“Jonathan, I think you need to leave.” You muttered to him coldly. It was a tone that would get anyone to stop and think, and he did just that. He paused, and it was then you gathered your strength and shoved him off of you for the final time. He stopped abruptly, his eyes questioning you.

He begged and pleaded with you to hear him out, but you refused. You refused to even glance in his direction. You were rarely an angry person, you usually kept it bottled up to come out in soft rants, but you were afraid if you said another word to Jonathan, you might just go ballistic to the point where you’d risk losing your valuable job, something you couldn’t afford to lose.

So, you told him to get out of your classroom once again and eventually he was forced to listen. He left when your familiar, upbeat students came pouring in one by one.

Despite the almost psychotic break dearest Jonathan had beforehand, class had gone rather smoothly for you. The students actually engaged with one another and focused completely on the short story at hand.

Not once had they gone off-topic. Then, of course, the devil shows up with a knock at your door, disrupting everything. It was one of the things you’ve hated the most, as you found it terribly rude, but your forgiving nature came into play when you realized it wasn’t the man you believed it to be. When you turned your head, it was Rhys who stood there with his hands crossed against his chest. He wore his signature suit and tie, which both complemented his figure and his eyes.

You gave him a slight smile in return, but the look he gave - the blue eyes devouring yours - had you following him outside the classroom rather immediately. You trusted your students enough to behave themselves.

Once outside the view of your students, Rhys gingerly wrapped his hand around your arm, guiding you to a secluded spot in the hallway that was sure not to draw attention. With Montrose's face being blasted everywhere as the mayor-in-running, it was hard finding privacy in public.

You were about to ask what it was that had him so upset to the point where he chased you down at work, but he beat you to it.

"Hello, darling," Rhys's voice sounded almost strained, tired even. It had been a while since you last saw him, not to mention that his friend Gemma had just recently become another victim of that so-called "Eat-The-Rich Killer," though Rhys had "admitted" that she wasn't his friend. If you recalled, he used the words, "Oh, piss off, you manky hypocrite" when he had last spoken with her. Still, the bags under his eyes suggested that he hadn't slept much the night before.

"Ah, nice to see you haven't changed your habits." Rhys covered his tiredness with a knowing smile as he gently leaned down to kiss the top of your head. "Maybe a psychology degree would be a better fit for you."

"Sorry," you apologized, looking slightly down. "It's just... not that I'm not glad to see that you're back, I really am, but are you okay? You look like you haven't slept for days, and you usually don't drop by the university unless there's a problem."

Rhys licked his lips, letting out a breathy laugh as he raised his hands to his hips. The tiredness in his eyes went away for a moment, resulting in him staring at you amusingly. A look that only took you a few seconds to realize you'd analyzed him once again.

You couldn't help but internally groan at yourself, but he only shot you another charming smile. It was one so enchanting that it made you swoon at the sight.

However, he eventually dropped that smile and sighed, caving into your concerns.

"I've had a long week," he confessed to you. "Oddly enough, I couldn't work my usual charm to get through to some... certain people, but I'm optimistic. Nothing a little persuasion won't fix."

"Me too, it's been a crazy morning." You agreed with a sigh. The incident with Jonathan within the previous hour was still fresh in your mind, haunting you to your core.

You never felt threatened by Jonathan, but as you recollected the scene, his body towering over yours with the desk blocking you from escaping. His arms held you, keeping you captive as he screamed about the man - the man who you loved with all your heart - wasn't the man you knew. That he was a façade, dishonest... an apparent danger to you.

Of course, you didn't believe Jonathan. You trusted Rhys with your life, but nothing about what Jonathan said sat right with you. He couldn't have known Rhys for more than six months, so why did he act as if he knew him better than you...

Rhys whispered your name, calling you back to face him. He was closer to you than he was before, with eyes that held his growing concern. As his hands gingerly reached out to caress your shoulders, you wanted to tease him about how he was now the observer, but you stayed quiet.

He didn't like that.

"Darling, what is it?" he pushed softly, his accent adding gentleness to his tone, "What happened?"

"It was… really odd," you muttered, your mind flicking back to your classroom, the way Jonathan's hands slammed down on the desk with sudden rage, how badly it made your heart skip a beat. "My coworker, Jonathan, he—"

Rhys cut you off. "You said, Jonathan?"

"Yes," you nodded.

"As in… Jonathan Moore?”

Huh, it seemed Jonathan wasn't lying to you about it after all. They really do know each other. The more you thought about it, however, made you wonder why Rhys never told you about him. He must have known you both worked in the same building.

You nodded to his question once again, lowering your eyes down toward the glassy floor beneath you. You didn't have to look at Rhys to know he was listening intently.

"Usually, Jonathan comes in to give or receive book recommendations, but today he was acting… really off," you glanced back up at him, as you began to quiver. "He was stating things about you, and shouting at me, and I… I don't know. It really threw me in for a loop."

Rhys' head snapped up at you like a lightning strike. His eyes no longer contained the concern he had held before. They darkened, as well as his voice.

"What did he say to you?"

"Something about how you were a danger to society, and apparently a danger to me," you shivered at the memory. "He shouted a lot of things really, but I canceled out the majority of them and threw him out, metaphorically of course."

Rhys mumbled under his breath. Unfortunately, it was something you couldn't quite pick up on. The only thing you could do was watch as he sucked on his tongue, making a face as though he was eating sour candy, before glancing up to meet your eyes again.

You stayed quiet, observing his newfound attitude. His jaw was clenched, with arms shifting towards the wall to encase you within them before letting his head fall and lean into you. He practically did what Jonathan did but with the wall instead of your desk, and despite the similarities, you weren't scared of Rhys. His eyes fluttered closed with his — now loosened tie — dangling out in front of you. His lips were only inches away from the base of your neck, and you couldn't help but take in his signature scent of grounded coffee grinds.

"Rhys," you whispered softly towards him, ruffling up his short hair slightly. He let out another sigh that unclenched his jaw and pushed himself closer to you. You couldn't help but notice how relieved he now seemed, letting out gentle, smooth huffs of air to take in the moment.

Unfortunately, as much as you'd like to stay like this — being you haven't had him for a week — you still had a class to teach. Regrettably, you forced yourself to peel away from his arms, whispering short apologies and promises to see him later.

You didn't look back as you retreated back to your classroom. Upon returning to your desk, you turned to see that every single one of your students either gave you a smirk or a knowing nod, and you couldn't help but threaten them with a pop quiz that you were positive they weren't prepared for. As expected, it shut them right the hell up.

Ah, the power of being a professor.

———

When Jonathan arrived home that night with his now empty red takeout bag, he couldn’t help but sense the feeling that he was being watched. His feeling turned out to be correct when he went to unlock the door of his apartment, only to find it already unlocked.

The professor froze momentarily, hesitating whether he should enter unarmed or retrieve a nearby weapon. But being in sight of absolutely nothing, he had no choice but to grudgingly step inside.

As expected, when closing the door behind him, the lights of his living room flickered on and within the light revealed the man he most desperately wanted to kill.

The unwelcome man sat on his chair like he owned the place. A martini resided in his hand as he gave a sarcastic smile. The yellow light mixed in with the fiery flames of the fireplace reflected the same unnerving expression.

“Hello, Professor Moore,” the man spoke with amusement as he turned to face the bearded killer. His accent had the falsified name rolled off in a tease.

The owner rolled his eyes as he dropped the bag he held down at his feet. His keys were put safely back into his pocket. He should’ve known this would happen.

“Despite how much I would love to carve out your marvelous attractive eyes,” the man stood up, swirling the drink in his hand as he approached the professor. “I have to admit, Joe, I underestimated your intelligence. I knew you were smart, since the very beginning mind you, but this was just… impressive.”

Joe ground his teeth. “What do you want with me, Rhys? Why are you even here?”

“Two things, really,” Rhys smacked his lips together, nodding his head as he looked down for dramatic effect. When he glanced back up at the professor, his amusing smile was gone. His hand stopped swirling the martini, keeping it eerily still, and his eyes darkened almost instantly.

“Remember what we talked about, Joe, with the replacement. I want it done within twenty-four hours. If not, as I said earlier, you’ll be going down for everything.”

Joe’s breath hitched as Rhys stalked closer to his body. The piercing blue eyes caused the professor to freeze in his thoughts, forcing him to watch for Rhys’ unpredictability.

“And if you ever come near my girl again,” his voice was ghostly, sending chills throughout Joe’s entire body. “I’ll be the one who throws your ass in the cage.”

As if he were a light switch, Rhys pulled his lips into a grin within seconds. In a calm manner, he forced his half-sipped martini into the professor’s hands before seeking himself out.

For the first time in a long time, Joe Goldberg felt uneasy.

*Rhys x reader being nonexistent on Tumblr*

Me:

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[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Forbidden Lessons Masterlist

Summary: Your professor gives you special lessons. (Loki)

Status: In Progress

Forbidden Lessons 

Part 2 

Part 3 

Part 4 

Part 5 

Part 6 

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24

Part 25

Part 26

Part 27

Part 28

Part 29

Part 30

Path A Ending

Part 31

Part 32

Part 33

Part 34

Path B Ending

Part 31

Part 32

Part 33

Part 34

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #au #professor au #drabble series #series #mcu #marvel #loki x reader #bucky barnes

[five-miles-over]

The Age of Loki - Part One

(credit to @tomhiddlestunned for this image)

Pairing: Professor Hiddleston x Reader, Loki x Reader (eventually)

Summary: For his second year teaching at Oxford's English department, Professor Hiddleston hires you to be his first-ever teaching assistant. One night while working late, he shows you the newest addition to his poetry class's syllabus: the Lokasenna, a poem centered on the Norse god of mischief...and accidentally summons the trickster god himself.

Disclaimer: this fic is not meant to offend any real-life person, it's just a relatively-harmless AU meant to explore a hypothetical what-if scenario.

Warnings: just a little jealousy, but mainly banter

Professor Hiddleston lived by three rules. Rule number one, always be kind to everyone you meet. Rule number two, dancing's not a crime. And rule number three, never get Starbucks for yourself without buying something for your TA, especially if she's working late. 

Professor Hiddleston strode into the library closest to the Oxford English department building as the grandfather clock rung ten times. His brown curls combed back, he wore a crisp three-piece suit and carried a leather messenger bag on his left shoulder. He immediately made his way towards the table where you were grading essays for his Fundamentals of Poetry course, and placed a Starbucks cup in front of you. 

"Grande Earl Grey Tea Latte with two shots of espresso and a dash of vanilla."

At the sound of his voice, you looked up from your papers and lowered your red felt tip pen. "Two weeks of working for you, and you've already figured out my coffee order?"

"Well, you were in my course for nearly five months before you became my teaching assistant." Professor Hiddleston gently corrected you with a smile, lowering the messenger bag from his shoulder while his right hand held a croissant wrapped in brown parchment paper. He took a bite into the flaky pastry and licked his bottom lip. "Plus, you always sat in the front row. I could smell the Earl Grey from your cup while I was lecturing."

"It was a course held at eight-thirty in the morning," you quipped, taking a sip. "I needed my caffeine. And so did you, judging by the tea cup on your desk."

Professor Hiddleston chuckled. He loved the way you always had a comeback ready for him. It made your relationship so much more than former student-former professor, or TA-and-professor. 

Being a relatively new professor at Oxford, you were the first teaching assistant he'd hired since he began his second year as a member of the university's faculty. Yes, his first course within the English department last year had a class size of almost two hundred students, but that number dwindled like drops of morning dew throughout the semester. And within the fifty or so students that remained, you were one of the few who stood out to him as someone genuinely interested in his class discussions and assignments. You showed up to every lecture, without fail, completely prepared and willing to bring your own ideas to the table. And to someone like Hiddleston, that was exactly what he needed in an assistant. Someone who could help him navigate the challenges of teaching a course from start to finish. 

So when the semester came to a close, and he'd finished doling out the final grades, he left a handwritten note on your term paper inviting you to see him in his office. When you arrived, he simply made you an offer, or rather a promise. He promised you the position of his first-ever TA, with a decent pay for a university student - about twenty-one thousand pounds a year - and the opportunity to be his "second-in-command", like a king's chief advisor, though some would say that a king's second-in-command is actually his queen…Never mind that for the moment. 

To say that working alongside you was enjoyable would be an understatement. He liked discussing with you in the library about life, literature, and how many times is appropriate to watch the same play. Professor Hiddleston found himself looking forward to each moment with you, to the point where he started ending his appointments five minutes earlier than scheduled, just so he could have a few minutes to comb his hair and put a little extra spritz of cologne before seeing you. And every time he had the privilege of introducing you as his new teaching assistant, whether he was talking to fellow professors or to one of his three classes this semester, Professor Hiddleston's face would light up as if he'd won the lottery. Actually, in Professor Hiddleston's mind that may as well be true; you were truly one of the best people he'd ever met since he joined the university.

You took another sip, and underlined a few awkwardly phrased sentences on the paper in front of you. "It looks like a lot of these people quoted Shakespeare's sonnet. You know, the one everybody knows about? 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'" You wrote a 'B' on the paper and then grabbed another essay, pushing a section of hair out of your face. 

"You picked a good assignment for your Fundamentals of Poetry course, it's very fitting for the first essay of the semester," you remarked, bringing him back into reality. You read aloud the prompt, which asked the students to write about how poetry has affected their lives. They were encouraged to include examples of poems that had a lasting impact on their lives and their world views. And if Professor Hiddleston were true to his word, then he would possibly use the assignment as a basis to decide which of the poems from his course's syllabus he might actually teach.

"I thought so too." 

"-Thou art more lovely and more temperate," Professor Hiddleston murmured in continuation, taking a few steps so that he was now standing right next to your chair, his eyes on you while you graded the next essay. "Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date…" The half-eaten croissant completely forgotten, he placed his free hand on the table, inching it towards the essays and haphazardly-arranged pens until it was almost a millimeter away from your arm. He immediately froze as soon as he realized the proximity, his hand tensed all of a sudden.

His ability to recall verses at the drop of a hat was always impressive; it was one of the many things you liked about Professor Hiddleston. Your head down, you continued to skim the essay before marking it with a 'C+'. You sighed, "Exactly. But none of them seem to give proper explanations as to why this particular sonnet by Shakespeare. Listen to this, Professor. 'Shakespeare sonnet number eighteen has made me see the world in a more romantic way. I have learned to appreciate the beauty in the world, and see the 

Professor Hiddleston leaned against the table. "And why do you think that is an unsatisfactory explanation?" He asked with a small smile.

"Because that kind of an explanation could be used for any kind of poem. Alright, maybe not any kind of poem, but it's not specific to sonnet number eighteen."  

"I couldn't agree more," Professor Hiddleston simply said. "There's no clarification as to why that particular sonnet, or Shakespeare's sonnets in general?"

"No, not really." Putting the 'C+' essay along with the other graded ones, you reached for the Starbucks cup. "I just don't understand why a bunch of the students would all quote the same sonnet for this assignment, and then all use…shoddy explanations." 

Your word choice made him chuckle and look down for a moment. You could definitely make a great professor yourself.

Just then, your phone vibrated, and you reached down to the leg of your chair, into your bag to check it.

Professor Hiddleston crossed his arms, squaring his shoulders as the smile disappeared. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, my boyfriend Chris just texted me. He's upset about having to postpone our date night."

He sighed aloud. 

"What is it?" You frowned and put the phone away. 

"I don't like him."

"You haven't even met the guy." 

He looked you in the eye, arms still crossed. "Not entirely true. I saw him pick you up from this very library two days ago, at eight-thirty. It was after you finished grading my pop quizzes on "The Fall of the House of Usher". He's a tall, blonde,…surfer, beach bum kind of boy, right? This Christopher of yours-"

You nearly gave the professor a scowl. "He hates being called that."

"I'm just saying that you could do better than this Christopher. He's just not the type of guy that you should be with."

You shook your head. "You're a wonderful professor, but I'm not taking dating advice from someone who's dating three different women at the same time." You retorted and picked up the red felt tip pen for no reason. 

His eyebrows furrowed. "Now hang on just a moment -" He interjected, "We agreed that nothing was to be exclusive."

"Is 'we' referring to you and your cell phone?" Alright, that wasn't your best comeback ever, you had to admit. It was late, and more than anything, you needed a warm hug and some sleep. 

"Drink your tea, it's getting cold." Professor Hiddleston pointed to your Starbucks cup, and then took a bite into the croissant, which was already starting to feel tough, almost rubbery in his mouth. "There's something I wanted to show you. Something I want for tomorrow's class."

"What is it?"

Professor Hiddleston ate the rest of the croissant in a single bite, reached into his bag, and retrieved a leather-bound book, its edges slightly torn up. The pages were almost a yellowish-beige, barely glued to the spine, and covered in dust. 

He began to flip through the pages. "It all began with the gods having a feast, hosted by the sea god Ægir. Loki grew jealous of all the praise being heaped upon the other guests, and slew Ægir's servant Fimafeng." 

"The Lokasenna," Professor Hiddleston introduced, a touch of theatricality in his voice, the same voice he used for his lectures. "It's a poem from Norse mythology, one of the poems from the Poetic Edda, describing the exchange of insults between Loki - the god of mischief - and the other gods."

"Interesting choice…it's certainly no Shakespearean sonnet." You commented.

You took a drink from your Starbucks, nodding. "Hm-hm." The clock inside the library rung eleven times, the sound as solemn as  funeral march. 

"And then," he sat across from you and continued to narrate, "Loki enters the hall and demands to be seated. The other gods are reluctant, but Loki recalls an old vow sworn with Odin that they should drink together. So, the gods make some space for Loki." Professor Hiddleston's eyes twinkled with excitement. "And Loki continues to insult the gods, and no one can seem to stop him. The only one…" he turned the page, "who can stop Loki is Thor, the son of Odin, because Thor is the only one who Loki fears."

"Thor, the…god of thunder?"

"Thor the god of thunder," Professor Hiddleston flipped the page again.

You asked him if the book contained any original Norse dialect, or any Old Norse. It turns out it was just a one-of-a-kind book about Loki left in the Oxford library hundreds of years ago, containing an English word-for-word translation of the Lokasenna, along with an interpretation of each verse. It could've been a collector's item, sitting in the study of some member of the bourgeoise, but it served a more glorious purpose in the library of a university, available for literature enthusiasts. 

I, Lopt, from a journey long,

Professor Hiddleston cleared his throat and began reading to you the part where Loki demanded the other gods for a drink.

"Thirsty I come | into this thine hall,

To ask of the gods | that one should give

Fair mead for a drink to me."

He paused only to sneeze, which should've been expected given the amount of dust within the old book.

Professor Hiddleston sneezed again, and you noticed a small cloud of blue dust rise from the book when he did. He finished the verse,

"Why sit ye silent, | swollen with pride,

Ye gods, and no answer give?"

"At your feast a place and a seat prepare me,

Or bid me forth to fare."

After he sneezed a third time, louder than before, another cloud of blue dust escaped from the pages. Only this time, the cloud of blue dust grew larger, and larger…until it began to swirl around the two of you.

"What's happening?" You hurriedly stood up from your chair. 

Professor Hiddleston gulped, his eyes wide as he dropped the book onto the table and immediately reached for your arm. "I-I-I don't know! I…Are we being transported to another realm?!"

"I should hope not!"

After what felt like several moments of confusion, the blue dust subsided. Before you stood a tall man with shoulder-length, greasy black hair, a pale oblong face with defined cheekbones, and a deceptive smirk. He wore a cape lined with green silk, that billowed around his ankles as he strode towards you, and his black leather heeled shoes clicked as he walked. 

Professor Hiddleston made his way forward, standing between you and the tall man with his hands out. "Who are you?" He demanded, his lip quivering. 

"I am Loki of Asgard," the man smugly introduced himself. With a wave of his hand, a set of golden horns appeared on his head, and a dagger in his other hand. Another wave, and both of those things disappeared. "And I have been summoned."

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[thomasisaslut]

CURRENT WORKS

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Edited Last: 10/19/23

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[peachyjinx]

Holding Back

Complete, 8 Chapters

Summary: You are a new mutant recruit in training with the Avengers, and Loki is brought in to teach you how to use your powers.

Warnings: 18+ Smut! in Chapters 7 & 8 (they could both be read as one shots). PiV, blowjob, rough sex, light bondage

Total word count: 18.6k

Ch 1- The Dilemma

Ch 2- The Teacher

Ch 3- The Magic

Ch 4- The Dinner

Ch 5- The Breaking Point

Ch 6- The Release (smut)

Ch 7- The Resolution

Ch 8- The Beginning (smut, little plot)

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[wheredafandomat]

Too tired to entertain little boys

Professor! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut, age gap (reader is over 21 though), oral and some unprotected sex

P2

“And so I decided to write my thesis on spiders because—” Peter spoke excitedly as he explained his assignment but you were too busy watching the new, tall, handsome professor walking down the corridor. He smiled politely at the other professors as he passed them, his perfect teeth showing slightly. He carried himself in a self assured manner, no room for self doubt as he swerved through the busy corridor of students. When he reached you, you made sure you were in his view, stepping in front of him slightly.

“Morning sir.” You smiled.

“Y/n.” He replied with a curt nod and a small smile as you tried to fight your excitement over the fact that he actually knew your name; not that you purposely ensured that he had it etched in his memory. Being top of the class and student body president really had it perks especially when the chair of the committee was none other than the dark haired Adonis.

“He is hot.” Kate spoke, ogling him as you turned around to face where he had paused outside of dean Starks office to speak with him.

“I’m going to fuck him.” You murmured.

“No you’re not. He’s your professor.” Kate snorted.

“Watch and learn Bishop, watch and learn.” You challenged, undoing a couple of the buttons on your blouse. “When I give you the signal, push into me.”

“What signal?”

“I’ll twirl my hair.” You stated before grabbing the books from Peters hand, who was still standing next to you both, and making your way to professor Laufeyson. You sauntered towards him, the sway of your hips catching his attention as he glanced over at you before you conveniently dropped the books you held onto the floor. Pausing his conversation with Stark, the professor made his way towards you before quickly helping you pick up the books. He stood up as you remained crouched on the floor before looking up at him through your lashes. “Thank you sir.” You smiled.

“No problem.” He replied as you stood, one of your fingers twirling in your hair as you rose. Like clockwork, Kate was quick to nudge you, pushing you into the professor before you fell against him, your hand on his chest. His hand found your lower back, steadying you before you looked up at him again, the scent of his aftershave filling your senses.

“Sorry.” You giggled, your free hand running down his chest slightly causing him to inhale sharply, his grip on you tightening for a split second, his gaze dipping to your lips before he pulled away.

Got him you smiled to yourself as a faint blush covered his cheeks.

“Um— no worries, no harm done.” He answered, clearing his throat before stepping past you and making his way towards his own office.

Entering the empty room, he locked the door and pulled the blinds down before making his way to his desk. Sitting at the chair, he undid his belt, feeling his trousers growing tighter to accommodate his growing erection. He knew it was inappropriate but he couldn’t help the tiny crush he had formed on you. It was something he could control, something he was able to push to the back of his mind but feeling your body against his, smelling your perfume, imagining your soft lips against his own, it was all too much. His hand delved underneath the elastic of his boxers before he pulled his cock out, exhaling contently when he finally began stroking himself. His hand ran up and down his shaft as his grip around it tightened as he thought about you.

“Come in.” He spoke, the door to his office knocking.

“I’ve been such a bad girl sir, I need to be punished.” You pouted, stepping towards him as the door closed behind you. “Do you want me on my knees?” Nodding, his lips curled up into a smirk as you sunk to you knees in front of him, hands quick to run over his bulge.

“What do you want?” He ordered, your hand palming his clothed cock.

“I want you to use my mouth.” You answered, licking your lips.

“F-fuck.” Loki exhaled, his orgasm consuming him as he imagined your lips around his cock instead of his hands. Coming down from his high, he mentally scolded himself. Touching himself thinking about a girl nearly half his age and it was only Monday morning.

By the time the following week rolled around, you were in the cafeteria with Kate and an excited Peter asking to take you to some sort of dance together as a couple. The sentiment was cute but the thought was sickening. How could you have eyes for anyone else when there was professor Laufeyson.

“Look Peter, I’m not going to some college dance, that’s childish.” You huffed. “I’m sure Kate will go with you.” You added, Kate giving you a deathly scowl.

“It won’t be childish, just go.” Kate suggested, not wanting to go herself.

“There’s not even going to be any sneaking of alcohol because we’re all legal adults, why would I want to go?” You scoffed before a nearby conversation caught your attention.

“Of course I don’t mind chaperoning.” Loki smiled, walking alongside dean Stark as they entered the cafeteria, eyes landing on you as soon as he did. He was quick to look away but he noticed you already looking at him.

“On second though, I think I will be going to this lame excuse of a prom.” You announced.

Attention to detail, that’s how you’d win him over tonight. You spent a while on your hair and makeup ensuring every last strand was in the right place. Instead of wearing a dress you already had, you opted on buying a new one, a skimpier one. This one was short, elegant, showed off all of your curves as well as accentuating your chest. You paired this with some heels and a matching set of earrings and a necklace. If he wouldn’t bang you, you were certain any other guy on campus would. You looked sexy.

You decided to go to the event alone considering it was only about ten minutes away from your accommodation. You walked in, already cutting your eye at all the guys that weren’t the professor until you finally spotted him. He did always look good but tonight, he looked exceptionally strapping. He had on a tux which alone gave men that fuck me energy so paired with his usual handsomeness, he looked irresistible. Luckily for you, he was stationed near the drinks meaning striking up a conversation with him would be easy. A small smile on your face, you made your way towards him.

“Hey sir, what you doing? Making sure no one spikes the punch bowl?”

As soon as he heard your voice, his breath hitched. How was it you had the voice of an Angel yet his thoughts about you were wildly inappropriate, especially when it came to thinking about how you’d sound moaning.

“Yes, but there are more harmful substances than alcohol.” He answered, looking at you, eyes running over your figure.

“Of course.” You agreed, reaching to get yourself a drink before he stopped you.

“Allow me.” He offered, pouring the drink before handing it to you. “So no alcohol tonight? I thought that was part of the occasion.” He joked.

“No.” You answered, accepting the drink.

“And no date.” He acknowledged, glancing around you. “I saw Peter earlier, I know you are both quite close.”

“Oh please” you snorted “me and Peter? No chance.”

“Oh really?” He answered, quirking a brow.

“No” you confirmed “in all honesty, I’m too tired to entertain little boys.” That made him laugh slightly. “I’m looking for someone a little older, more experienced.” You delved, observing his reaction which was to risk a glance at your chest as you leaned into him. He felt his trousers tightening as you practically undressed one another with your eyes. You leant a little closer before you spoke again. “I heard the older you are, the better you are in bed because you know exactly what you want.” You practically whispered in his ear as your hand subtlety ghosted his chest. “Exactly who you want.” You finished with an innocent smile as you pulled away from him and took another sip of your drink before leaving it on the table. “Thanks for the drink sir.”

You began walking out of the room, aware of his gaze on you as you swayed your hips purposefully. He was putty in your hands. Hot sexy putty. You walked through the corridor, smiling when you heard faint steps behind you only to have your breath taken away from you when the steps quickened before you were tugged into a storage closet. Before you had time to react or scream out or do pretty much anything, you felt lips crashing against yours. Opening your eyes you made out the professors frame before you deepened the kiss, head falling back against the wall as his lips moved down to your neck. You moved your head to the side allowing him further access. You felt his knee between your legs, nudging your core causing you to moan into the kiss.

“Someone more experienced.” He snickered against your skin, teeth grazing your neck. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with someone more experienced.”

“Wanna test that theory out?” You grinned, pushing him back slightly before dropping to your knees in front of him. Your hand ran up his thigh, smoothing over his bulge as he looked down at you approvingly. Your hands undid the button on his trousers before you pulled them down enough to reveal his hardening cock. You wrapped your hand around it, palming him as he allowed his eyes to close, taking in a sharp breath when he felt your tongue against his tip. You took him in further, cheeks hollowing around his length as one of his hands found the back of your head. He helped guide your moments as you sucked his cock, humming against him. He was so close, his fantasy coming true. He desperately wanted to cum, coat your breasts in his seed but he wanted to feel you first.

“That’s enough.” He spoke, removing his hand from your head as he pulled out of your mouth. “Take your panties off.” He commanded, looking down at your smudged makeup as you wiped a combination of his precum and your saliva from your face. Standing up, you removed the lacy thong before he snatched it away from you, pocketing them with a sly smile. “Bend over.” He added, gesturing to the small cabinet that was on the floor. Nodding, you bent over, hands holding the edge of the metal contraption as the professor snaked his hands around your waist. You could feel his length against your ass as you needly awaited his intrusion.

“Sirr.” You mewled, moving your hips.

“It’s Loki.” He answered.

“Loki” you repeated as he gripped his member, guiding it towards your entrance before he pushed in with one fell sweep. “Lokiii.”

Tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes as you tried to bite down your pleasured moans. He was hitting that perfect spot over and over again leaving you almost crying in rapture. He knew exactly how to swivel his hips, how to hold you. You lost all composure when his hand reached forwards, playing with your clit as he continued his deep thrusts. He was perfect. He felt perfect. Fucked you perfectly. He had ruined you for any guy your own age. His hand found your hair, pulling it as he thrusted a few more times before he came, your walls pulsating against him as he emptied into you. You were beyond sated.

He stayed like that for a few moments, catching his breath before pulling out of you, a combination of both your juices trickling down your thighs.

“I’m keeping the panties.” He spoke, sheathing himself again as you began standing up, pulling your dress down before he handed you a handkerchief which you accepted gratefully. “Perhaps you should have a keepsake too.” He suggested before removing his bowtie and putting it around your neck. “You should hurry home, wouldn’t want anyone seeing you looking so fucked out.” He smiled, wiping your chin before he turned and left the room.

Older men were confusing but definitely better in the sack you decided, staring into the space Loki had just occupied.

Random little smut thing

P2

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[lokidbadguy]

HE'S INSANE FOR THIS [I WANNA RIDE]

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[bettercallwillow]

extra credit ⚕ tom hiddleston

summary: during class, you're somewhat distracted by your professor so he asks you to stay behind

warnings: dom!tom, professor!tom, fem!reader, smut, spanking, penetration, hair-pulling, praise, breeding kink, unprotected sex, everything is consensual

note: uploaded this on my other blog but i deleted it for some reason so thought i'd upload it here. also new layout so thats cool. anyway, enjoy darlings!!

You cursed silently to yourself when you glanced up at the clock that sat above the professor’s desk. Ten minutes left. As much as you told yourself it wasn’t your fault you couldn't concentrate, it was. As always, you were way too focused on the man teaching you than the work itself, making your notes for today’s lesson look nothing like notes- more like a few lazily written sentences.  

Then again, some would argue that it wasn’t your fault; blame fate that the most attractive man alive just so happened to be your professor. You looked up at the clock again, five minutes now. You might as well just give up, there was no point trying to redeem your poorly done work.  

“That’s enough for today, everyone,” Professor Hiddleston called from his desk, glancing at the silver watch on his wrist. The sound of scraping chairs and pencil cases being thrown into bags was the only thing heard until the professor spoke again, “Miss Y/L/N, could you stay after class?” 

Your head snapped up from your notebook to the man, a blush starting to rise on your cheeks. Did he know you were checking him out during the entire lesson? Get a grip, he probably just wants to tell you how appalling your effort was today. “Sure,” you replied, hastily shoving your notebook into your bag.  

When the classroom was empty apart from you and Hiddleston, he rose from behind his desk and walked over to you. You swore your heartbeat could be heard with how hard it was thumping in your chest, you had never been alone with him before. “So,” he spoke, leaning against the table, “You going to tell me why you couldn’t focus today?” 

You scrambled your brain for a good enough excuse, “I- I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, sir,” 

He tutted, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, “I don’t like it when people lie to me, darling,” The professor pushed himself off the table, turning around and walking back towards his desk, “I’m going to ask you again, and don’t lie, why couldn’t you focus?” 

You gulped, debating whether or not to tell him the truth. After a moment of contemplation, you answered him, “I was distracted, Professor,”  

You could tell he was smirking even though his back was turned to you, “And who was distracting you?” You sighed quietly; he knew all too well what was distracting you, he just wanted to hear you say it. “You, sir,” your voice was small, but you knew he heard you from the soft chuckle he let out. 

“As flattered as I am, that behaviour just can’t be tolerated in my class,” he sat at his desk, his chin resting on one of his hands. “I know, I’m sorry sir-” he cut you off by holding up a finger. Shuffling so his chair was a couple of yards away from his desk, Hiddleston tapped his knee, “C’mon then,” 

“What-” 

“As I said, that behaviour isn’t tolerated,” his eyes started to darken, “So it leaves me no other choice than to punish you,” 

You immediately pressed your thighs together at his words, feeling your cunt gush with slick. Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, you rose from your seat and made your way towards him, thousands of thoughts rushing through your mind. “Atta’ girl,” he breathed when you were standing in front of him.

"Bend over the desk and lift that pretty little skirt," the professor motioned his hand towards the oak table in front of you. You bit your lip, obeying him and pressing your stomach against the surface so your ass was lifted into the air. Shakily, you reached around to grip the hem of your skirt, lifting it so the fabric was bunched up around your lower back. 

"Well isn't that a sight for sore eyes?" Hiddleston chuckled, standing up from his seat and stepping closer to you. You blushed into the oak, "Thank you, professor,"

He ran his hands over your pantie-clad ass, making you mewl and push back into his touch, "So polite, aren't you?" he spoke, kneading the soft flesh, "It's a shame you can't seem to snap out of your silly thoughts and focus in class,"

A yelp fell from your lips when he landed a harsh slap on the sensitive area where your thighs meet your ass, you were sure it left a mark. "I wanna hear you say thank you after each one, is that understood?" You nodded against the desk and he brought his hand done again, this time harder.

"I said, is that understood?" he tangled his hand in your hair, pulling you so your back was pressed against his chest. You could have cum with the way he manhandled you, the way his hand felt so perfect wrapped in your hair. "Yes, professor," you cried out, "U-understood,"

"Good girl," the professor muttered next to your ear before placing a small kiss just below it and pushing you back down against the desk. "God, look how wet you are from just this," he let out a small yet dark laugh, his fingers moving to run a line down your clothed slit.

The touch sent sparks running through your spine and you let a quiet whimper, arching your back to give him a better view. "Slut," he grunted, bringing his hand down again. You let out another yelp, the sting going directly to your cunt, "T-thank you, sir,"

And so he carried on until he was satisfied. By the end of his abuse on your flesh, your ass was red and raw and tears stained your cheeks. "Please," you gasped when the professor pressed his crotch into you, "Need you," 

"Look at you," he smirked, running a hand up your back, "So needy for me already," You mewled, pressing your rear into him in search of any type of friction. Your clit was throbbing with longing, the feeling too much for you to form a proper sentence, "S-sir-"

You shut up when you felt him hook his fingers around the lace of your underwear, pulling them down and letting them pool around your ankles. "Such a pretty cunt," the professor spoke, running a finger down your already drenched cunt. You let out a breathy moan at the contact, spreading your legs a little wider so he had more access.

"Good girl," he purred, his hands moving to unbutton his trousers. He pushed them down to mid-thigh, along with his boxers, allowing his cock to hit his lower stomach with a small slap, "You ready, darling?" 

"Yes, sir," you responded almost instantly- the only thing on your mind was him. A whine rolled off your tongue when you felt his length poke at your entrance, gathering your arousal on the tip. Before you could ask him to just hurry up, he pushed his hips forward, entering you fully in one swift motion.

"Fuck.." you breathed, a prominent burning sensation creeping its way inside you as you'd never taken anybody this big before. "God, you're so tight," he moaned softly, his hands sliding slowly up your back. After giving you a moment to adjust to his size, the professor pulled out so only the tip was inside before slamming back into you.

The rhythm he created with his hips stole the breath from your lungs; every time he pushed into you, his cock hit your G-spot without fail. The professor tangled his hand in your hair, lifting you so your back was pressed against his chest, "Such a good student," he muttered, placing sloppy kisses against your neck, "Taking me so well,"

"Professor- hmph- feels so good," you babbled, the feeling of his lips on your neck adding to the ungodly amount of pleasure he was already giving to you. He let out a moan when you clenched around his length, a sign that you were reaching your high, "Please," you begged, moving your hips back in rhythm with his, "Please, sir, can I cum?"

Hiddleston let go of your hair, letting you fall back to the desk before flipping you around whilst he was still sheathed inside you, "G'won then, bunny, cum all over m'cock," he spoke through ragged breaths, his eyebrows furrowed. When he snaked his hand in between the both of you to rub at your clit, you fell over the edge- your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

A loud whiny moan rolled off your tongue as you came, your cunt clenching around his cock as he continued to abuse your G-spot. "Fuck," the professor grunted, his thrusts beginning to become sloppy as his orgasm crept up on him, "Gonna fill you up, make you carry m'kids,"

You whimpered as he began to overstimulate your poor cunt, "Please, gods, wanna have your babies," you responded, the thought of him finishing inside you almost making you cum again. After a few more thrusts, you felt his dick twitch as he buried himself up to the hilt inside of you, spraying his load against your cervix with a loud moan. 

He stayed inside you for a few moments, his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. You leaned in to kiss him, your lips fitting with his perfectly. "Thank you, Professor," you muttered when you pulled away from the kiss. He smiled down at you, his eyelids heavy, "Call me Tom, darling," 

"Thank you, Tom," you returned the smile and he slowly pulled out of you, tucking himself back into his trousers before picking up your discarded panties. Tom knelt, helping you back into your underwear whilst planting soft kisses against your leg, "You did so well for me, darling," he spoke against the skin.

When you were fully dressed again, he sat down on his chair, holding out his arm for you to join him. You happily obliged, settling yourself on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, "We need to do that more often," he chuckled, bringing up a hand to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. You giggled, nodding your head, "Definitely,"

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Professor Loki or Professor Thor?

Forbidden Lessons

Warnings: age gap, abuse of power, unwanted touching. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you!

His fingers tickle the back of your neck, setting you on edge, the blur around the notebook's edges coming into focus. You lift your head and look up, realising the lecture hall is empty. 

It was supposed to be a quick question. You didn’t expect Professor Laufeyson to sit in the seat beside you, a little too low for his long legs, and to lean in as he looks over your notes.

He peers down, pointing along your loopy writing with the nib of your pen. You hardly recall him taking it from you as he writes comments in the margins.

“I can offer some revised notes. I do post my PowerPoints on the course site,” he advises, playing with the back of your collar, rubbing the fabric between his fingers, “or you can visit my office hours. I do try to be as hands-on with those struggling.”

“Struggling?” you bat your lashes at him in horror, “I thought…”

“You listen well, yes, and you ask many questions but your last paper,” he shakes his head and closes his eyes grimly, “I know you can do better.”

“Oh?” your lips round as his green eyes flick open and meet yours. He’s close, very closer as his touch wanders from your collar and he draws you against the arm of the chair, gripping your shoulder as his thumb caress the top of your sleeve.

“You’re a smart girl but there’s a lot of changes that come with college,” he says, “I notice how… you sit alone. You haven’t made many friends, have you?”

“Well, I…” you look down, embarrassed. His fingers send a shiver through you. Should he be that close? “I study a lot and, um, my roommates are nice.”

“Oh, yes, but your classmates? They hardly seem to notice you. What a pity. I find it very hard not to, you know?”

“To what?” you squeak.

“To notice you,” he breathes as he leans in.

You turn away, burning from the heat of his proximity. “Professor, thank you for your help but I…” you pause as his lips meet your cheek. 

You gasp and stand, nearly stumbling as your hips hits the folding desk and pops it up. He catches your notebook as he rises too. He blocks your path as you grab your knitted bag and reach for the book in his hand.

“Pet, please, understand, I only want you to meet your true potential,” he holds it just out of your reach.

“You…” you touch your cheek and keep your eyes past him, on the door.

“I was carried away, I apologise, but you are… so beautiful and I see you are unappreciated for that, it strikes my heart,” he speaks gently and presents the notebook, “I will not keep you from going. I did not mean to frighten you. Take it, go off. I’m certain, as you mentioned, your roommates will be eager to have you back.”

You take the notebook and flip the cover over. You slide it into the bag slung from your shoulder and inhale. You can’t help a guilty wince. Your roommates are all too busy for you. Sometimes you’re certain they forget you even live there.

“Thank you, professor,” you cross your arms, “I’ll see you next week.”

“Of course, pet,” he uses that name again, “I put my number in your book and office hours. You’re more than welcome.”

He turns as you pass him, striding lithely with you to the door. You pause and face him again.

“I’m sorry,” you say, not certain why you’re apologising.

“No, please, I am,” he touches his chest, “I should know better. I can’t imagine you’d want your first kiss to be an old man like me.”

“First– I… how–?” you croak and cringe at your unwitting confession, “it is only… you’re my professor.”

“In another lifetime,” he nods with a frown, “I shall have to keep it as it has been. In here.” He taps his temple.

You blanch and your chest heaves in surprise. You're trembling in fear and shock. You should go but you feel like if you do, it would be an insult. To run off, just like that.

“I will have to keep you to those thoughts that keep me awake at night and those dreams that hound my sleep,” he declares, “and I will have to look elsewhere as I give my lectures, as hard as it should be.”

Your eyes sting, as if you could cry. How horrible you feel for him. That you never meant to inspire the feeling in him, yet never expected any to yearn for you so passionately. It is both startling and sweet.

But he is still your professor.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper and reach behind you for the door, “I didn’t mean to…”

As you turn, he grabs the handle above your hand. He keeps you from pulling it and traps you against the wood. He presses his body to yours and inhales your scent.

“I just want to remember how you feel,” he hugs you with his other arm. He wiggles his hips and you feel the odd prodding against you. You quiver as he lets you go, opening the door as he parts, “good night, pet.”

You quickly move to flee, stepping back into him before scurrying through the door. Your chest tamps as you hold your breath and your soles scuff loudly in the empty hall. You stop at the corner and look back at him.

He watches you with a smirk, his hand resting on his belt, a lewd suggestion as he slowly closes the door.

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[lokiforever]

Peace and Love, people 🕊️💞

So, I'm writing that one fic ..um that professor one of you remember. 'New teachers at school'

The thing is, my writing style has changed from that of last year quite a much so I was thinking...weather I should continue to add refrence pics for dresses or not..

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[run-clever-boy]

I’m (kind of) new!

I'm a relatively new writer here! (I also repost absolute ramdom things *cough* peter capaldi *cough*, so my blog is a bit cluttered lol) I would love anyone to request fics or at least help me with the ropes! I have never published any writing before so comments are appreciated!

I write for the following characters so far (character list below the cut), however I am not opposed to maybe adding a few more!

Masterlist here!

Doctor who:

9th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

12th doctor.

(No doctor who spoilers please, currently in beginning of 13’s run)

BBC Sherlock:

Sherlock

Not opposed to more just don’t really have any ideas

Harry Potter:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Severus Snape

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

again open to more just no ideas

Marvel:

Loki

Stephen Strange

don’t know a lot about the mcu specifics but bear with me

Random:

Willy Wonka (2023 only! I can’t write about the others just because of personal icks)

John Wick

Theo Dimas (maybe theomabel pairing) - Only Murders in the Building

Ian Malcolm (New obsession, please request!!!) Jurassic Park/World

OC's!!! (New!) - each name will have a link to their character description

Elise Shepard

Please Please Please help me out here! Can’t wait to see the amazing things created here. I will write 18+ content and many warnings will be provided. I mostly write one-shots, drabbles, quite a few reader inserts (Y/n). Not a fan of multi-chapter fics but may write if persuaded. Thank you!

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[loopsisloops]

The most relatable comment on Ao3 I’ve ever seen

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[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, The Professors, Chapter 10

Word Count:  6.1k

Warnings:  a/b/o dynamics, mentions of feral! Dark Ransom, violence, broken nose, angst, oral (m receiving), implied smut, insecurities, jealousy

“Are you sure that you’re going to be fine?” Emily asked her mate as he looked at her nervously, “I-I can feel how skittish you are across the bond, Tom.  It’s fine if you-“

“I-I’ll be fine…go have fun with your friend,” he reassured her.  And while he meant to sound like he was completely fine, Emily felt how he gripped her hip just a little bit tighter.  She gave him a sad smile and a soft, but firm kiss, “alright, fine, but only because it’ll force you to stop procrastinating, Professor Hiddleston.”

“Go ahead, call me by my title all you want,” he chuckled, brushing what was supposed to be a playful jest off, “just remember that this professor scored with his extremely attractive, amazing, and intelligent student, and that he also marked her…and she’s stuck with him forever…one day she’ll be Mrs. Professor Hiddleston.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works…you know you’re definitely missing a few steps…like you proposing, and all later down the road,” she giggled softly, playing with his lapels.  He smirked, and she straightened them out before turning back towards the coffee shop, “but you be a good boy and I’ll bring you home a scone.”

“Oh, you truly do know the way to my heart, little mate,” he smiled, pressing another kiss to her lips.  She gave him a final squeeze, as she waved him off, “I love you, Emily.”

“I love you, Tom.”

She smiled as she went into the café, almost immediately spotting her friend, Lily.  She was waiting for her in a corner booth, but she didn’t look like the sweet, bubbly girl that she’d met in the library before the school year started. 

“Lil?”

She jumped hearing her friend’s voice.  She’d been far too invested in something on her phone.  Looking up, she offered her a nervous smile, “hey…you showed up.”

“Yeah?” she asked as though it were a silly thought, “why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I guess I’m just a little bit paranoid about things now a days.  R-Ransom makes sure that I don’t have much free time…and what little time I do have, I-I don’t get to see very many people outside of the sorority.”

She furrowed her brow as she sat down, and the two girls ordered from a barista that had stopped by the table.  After she left to go fix their drinks she sighed. 

“What’s going on, Lily?  Are you okay?”

“No,” she admitted with a shake of her head, “I thought being part of a sorority would be great…but it feels like I’m trapped and there’s no way out…I just…I feel like I’m being controlled by him…”

“Being controlled by who, Lil?” she asked softly, “you’re not making any sense!”

“I-the guy I slept with.  Ransom.”

She frowned, “you mean the Rho?”

Lily nodded, “y-yeah.  Ransom.  Ever since then he’s been making me miserable.  He keeps telling me that he’s not going to leave me alone…and that I just need to get over it and submit to him or-”

“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah…he’s been with her since their freshman year…and she’s an alpha fox…her friends have started harassing me about Ransom…and h-he said he’ll protect me from her if I come back…”

“You need to report him.  And her.  They both sound like lunatics.”

“Em…he’s my mate,” she frowned, tears pricking at her eyes.  The barista returned with their drinks and pastries, and she looked away.  The conversation halted once more until she left, “I-I felt it when we slept together…and I know that’s the reason why he’s going through all this…I-I bit him…”

Emily’s eyes went wide, “You marked him?”

“I think he has mate sickness,” she admitted with a nod, “after I found out that he lied to me and he really had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t let him mark me…and I’d been blowing him off…I-I know I shouldn’t have just abandoned him…he’s, my alpha.”

“Lily, mate sickness is a real thing,” she admitted with a frown, “Tom and I had a mild case of it when we marked each other because he continued going to teach his classes while I was in my heat…I-I can’t even imagine what he’s feeling considering only you marked him, and then you walked away.  That’s why there are special marking leaves built in, in case this kind of thing happens...”

And just in that moment, the door’s bell rang loudly, and heavy footsteps rushed back to the booth.  Lily nearly jumped out of her skin as she saw Ransom there, “mega…please…just talk to me.  I-I’ve been looking everywhere for you.  Come back to the hou-”

“R-Ransom, I can’t…not here.”

“Baby, please…she means nothing,” he promised, kneeling outside of the booth so that he was on his knees, leaning over until his hands reached her and he kissed her knuckles, “mega…I need you…I need you to come back.  I’m not going to alpha command you, but I need you so bad.  Need you in my bed.  C-come back to my room and make a nest for us.  We can make a kit if you want.  I-is that what you want?  Kits?  I-I can do that.  I just need a shot.  I scrubbed her scent out of my room, I promise.  I-I even went out and got all kinds of fabrics, and pillows, and stuff that an omega would need to have in her nest.  And you can use all of my stuff if you want.  It’ll be perfect.  And then I can make love to you again, and-“

“Ransom, stop.”

The alpha seemed to freeze mid-sentence, waiting for his omega to tell him what she wanted.  Emily frowned, feeling bad for the alpha.  She could smell the anxiety in his scent.  She noticed the slightly bitter tinge as the crispness seemed to taste almost too strong on her tongue.

“J-just tell me what you need, mega.  I’ll get it.  Whatever it is that you need, I’ll do,” he offered softly, “all I need is you to tell me-“

“I need you to stop, Ransom,” she whimpered, pushing herself away from him and deeper into the booth, “I need you to go away.  G-Go back to your girlfriend.  Leave me alone…forget I exist.”

Ransom’s frown turned into an angry look.  He glared at his mate and his jaw clenched, “you’re my omega…my mate.  Y-you marked me!  I’m not just going to forget that you exist, Lily.”

“Rans-“

“Stop,” he commanded.  Lily instantly froze, a pained expression crossing her face as he alpha commanded her, “I tried to be nice to you.  Tried to give you the choice.  Tried to shower you with all the affection that you would want…because I’m trying to be a good alpha to you.  But you don’t want any of it.  Y-you claimed me, and now you’re rejecting me!”

Emily frowned, seeing the gold that had lined his eyes, making the green flecks within his cool blue eyes more vibrant.  It looked like a blue, green, and gold confetti popper in his eyes, and while it was scary to see an alpha look this unhinged, neither woman could deny how beautiful his eyes looked in that moment.  But both women could sense that he was about to alpha command Lily into doing something that she didn’t want to do. 

Which is why Emily did the only thing she could think of.  She wound up and punched Ransom.  A sickening crack resounded through the café as Emily grabbed her best friend’s hand and they both ran away from the alpha with the now broken nose. 

“Well, it sounds like you and your friend had almost as much of an interesting day as I did when I tried to reconnect with Loki and Charles,” Tom frowned as he helped set the table, “granted, Loki wasn’t there, and Charles had to run, but it wasn’t fun.”

“Well, it was fun enough that you had to invite them to our place so that you could have a mate’s dinner,” she teased lightly from the kitchen.  When Tom gave her a sullen look she frowned and walked over to him.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he put his around her waist, “you know I’m just teasing you.  There’s no shame in needing someone in your corner, Tom.  I don’t fault you for it.  Plus, it will be nice for me to be able to meet your brother and his mate.”

“They got married…who does that?” Tom growled, suddenly feeling angry over the fact that Charles had kept that a secret, not only from him, but from all of their brothers.

“Well, you said that they wanted to wait until they were both through college before they marked one another…they just wanted to feel connected to their mates.  You can’t fault them for that, Tom.”

“I mean I could,” he admitted softly.  Emily rolled her eyes and pressed a kiss to his throat, right over his mating gland, “I think that it’s cute.  Loki is being respectful of your friend, even if you don’t see it that way.  You said Charles is a human, right?”

“Yeah,” Tom sighed, hearing the doorbell, “but that’s not Loki.  He-he has to be tricking Charles…Loki’s always been a mischievous prick.”

“Maybe you need to look at it through Charles eyes,” she reminded him, “you said that they’d been together for years…right?”

“Well yeah…”

“Do you think your brother would keep up the charade that long?”

Tom frowned, shaking his head, “No…I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right, Tom.  I’ll get the door,” she smiled, pressing another kiss to his neck, “you finish the table.”

Tom sighed, finishing up the table while Emily went to the door.  He didn’t need to turn around to hear Charles exclaiming how beautiful the house was or hear the smugness in Loki’s voice as he introduced himself. 

“I’m Loki,” he said in that smug tone of his, “I’m Tom’s half-brother…and this is my husband, and mate, Charles.  Brother, aren’t you going to say hi to us?”

Tom felt himself growling as he turned around, closing the distance from the dining room to the entrance, where he saw the three of them.  His arm instantly went around Emily’s waist, “Brother…Charles.”

“So formal this one,” Loki smiled, gesturing to Tom, “always prim and proper…the right way as mother used to say.”

Tom frowned at the mention of his mother, “yes…well, someone has to be proper…I am a professor after all.”

“I’m sorry,” Emily smiled, cutting the tension as she discretely elbowed her mate, “Tom never introduced any of us.  I’m Emily…Tom’s mate.”

“Oh, Tom…you’ve mated the girl,” Loki smiled devilishly as he noticed the two marks on the pair’s throats, “did mother approve of that?”

“Loki,” Charles frowned, looking at his husband, “Please…we’re trying to be nice…remember?”

“If it makes you feel any better, I had to tell this one to be on his best behavior too,” Emily smiled, nudging Tom, “alpha…can you go check on the roast?”

“Of course, mate,” Tom smiled.  He pressed a firm kiss to her temple.  While Tom went to check on the food in the kitchen, he knew Emily would offer them drinks, “Em…do you need me to grab a bottle of wine, love?”

“We actually brought one,” Charles smiled, coming into the kitchen, “I hope you don’t mind.  Loki said you preferred reds…”

Tom gave him a stern frown at the mention of his brother and Charles sighed, “it’s not like I knew that he was your brother, and actively went after him, Tom…you can’t keep holding that over my head.”

“I’m not holding it over your head,” Tom sighed, looking at his best friend as he pulled out a corkscrew to open the wine, "I don't fault you for who you love…trust me…if you knew about him, you wouldn’t love him…mate or not.”

Charles frowned, “please don’t talk about my husband like that, Tom.”

“It’s hard to feel a certain type of way,” he sighed, turning back to his friend, “my mom was my best friend aside from you, Charles.  She raised me single-handedly.  Raised Loki and I…and for him to do what he did.”

“Do you know why he did what he did?” Charles asked, this time his voice giving away to the anger he was hiding.

“What on earth are you talking about, Charles?”

This time it was his turn to frown, “it’s not my place to say, Tom…but maybe you should actually hear my husband, your brother’s side of the story…because your mother was never a kind woman to him, despite the relationship she had with you.”

“Hey, thanks again for talking to them,” Sebastian said simply a few days later when he saw Chris again, “I didn’t expect them to out and out leave us alone entirely though.  It was pretty surprising.”

“What can I say?” Chris laughed nonchalantly, “it was a misunderstanding…”

“Rho’s are dicks, Chris,” Sebastian chuckled, “but this was a serious situation…I mean Alana is pregnant with that assholes kit.”

“Bobby isn’t going to bother her,” Chris answered as he got his coffee prepped and put in the to-go cup, “it’s an understanding between brothers, Sebastian…you know how that is.  I mean, if you talked to any of the Sigmas and the situations were reversed, wouldn’t they back off?”

“A sigma wouldn’t do that, Chris,” Sebastian reminded him, “none of us would do what he did to her and you know it.”

He rolled his eyes, “alright…whatever you say, Seb…I gotta get to campus.  I’ve got a few early morning privates scheduled.”

“See you later, Chris.”

Sebastian watched as his friend walked out of the kitchen and he heard the door shut shortly after.  He bit his lip.  Something didn’t feel right.  He’d had run-ins with the Rho’s before, and while he wasn’t one himself, he’d never heard of anyone having such an easy experience getting rid of one of them.  It seemed a little odd to him that Chris just went to the house and managed to sort everything out. 

But he pushed the thought to the back of his head when he heard Alana padding down the stairs.  He gave her a soft smile when he noticed her wearing one of his shirts. 

“Hey you,” he smiled, “you’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, rubbing her eyes, “this little thing kept me up nearly all night…when do babies normally start kicking?  And is it different for a shifter?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “but you had sex with Bobby closer to the beginning of the summer, didn’t you?”

She nodded, “yeah…I’m closer to the end of the first trimester…that’s really weird to admit, right?  I mean, how didn’t I notice it?”

“Well, if you’re really curious those are all questions you can ask the doctor at your appointment…because I’ve never had a pup and I don’t know the mechanics,” he chuckled.  She gave him a smile, “now get back into bed, and I’ll make you some breakfast!”

“Alright…hey this is going to sound weird…but can I go lay in your bed?”

He smiled, raising a brow, “why would that be weird?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “because we aren’t dating or anything…but I just have this insane urge to like…be around you…and not just be around you…like-“

“You want to be covered in me,” he smiled, cutting her off.  She nodded and he licked his lips, pulling the bottom one through his teeth, “call it a hunch, but you may be having a shifter.  Typically, when an omega is pregnant, she wants to be completely wrapped in her mate’s scent.  They don’t really know the science behind it, but the best guess is that it has a lot to do with the chemicals your brain releases subconsciously.  It affects the pup.  Though there are a lot of studies that show women who are surrounded by their mate’s scent during pregnancy have pups that are more pack-oriented and affectionate towards their fathers…”

“Are you saying that the pup wants me to be wrapped in your scent?”

Sebastian blushed, partially embarrassed by the fact that he had been rambling about it.  He had read up a lot on certain subjects, and that was one of them.  He nodded, “Yeah…I guess so.”

“Alright, medical resident Stan,” she teased, “so for the kit’s sake…can I go lay in your bed?”

“I never said no, sweetheart,” he smiled, shooting her a wink, “let me make you a nice, healthy breakfast and I’ll be up…are you craving anything in particular?”

“You, little kit, are killing me,” Alana moaned, nearly a week later as she snuggled up into Sebastian’s blankets.  Ever since last week, she had found herself sneaking into Sebastian’s bed more and more often.  And today, Sebastian had gotten up a few minutes ago to make them both breakfast, and ever since he’d left, it was like her kit was clawing at her stomach, wanting to be closer to him, “he’s coming back…I promise…just please chill the hell out.”

“You okay there?”

Alana’s breath hitched in her throat as she looked at Sebastian.  He walked into the room, a breakfast tray in his hands.  But she wasn’t focused on the breakfast.  Her breath had hitched because he was wearing nothing but his blue and white striped boxers.  She hadn’t noticed it when he rolled out of bed.  But now, it was the only thing on her mind.  She felt like her throat went dry, and her head instantly began screaming that she needed him in an entirely different way. 

Sebastian put the breakfast tray on her lap, and she whimpered. His brow furrowed, as he seemed oblivious to the effects, he was having on her, “are you okay, Alana?”

“I-uh, why are you only in your boxers?”   

Sebastian blushed, having not thought about that part.  He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m sorry, I can get dressed.  I just…last night when you crawled into my bed you kept pulling all my clothes off.”

Her eyes widened and she nearly choked on the juice that she’d picked up, “I what?”

That’s when she noticed the light scratch marks on his abdomen, right over his six pack and his shirt and sleep pants on the floor beside her.  She quickly felt mortified as she looked at him.

“Yeah,” he blushed, running his hands through his hair as he pushed his glasses up, “I uh…I obviously didn’t let you get me naked…but it wasn’t for lack of trying.”

“O-oh my god…I-I’m so sorry…I don’t know what-“she blushed, cutting herself off.  She looked away from Sebastian as he sat on the bed beside her, “I don’t know what came over me…I-I don’t even remember that.”

“It’s okay,” he chuckled.  When she didn’t look back at him, Sebastian sighed and held her chin between his thumb and forefinger, “hey.  It’s okay, Alana.  I-I’ve been reading up on it some more, you know, after we had the doctor’s appointment for the kit once you had asked about it…and during pregnancies that’s pretty common.  You find comfort in my scent…you want to be closer to me.”

“It’s not just comfort,” she muttered to herself, thinking about how lately it seemed like every little thing that he’d done managed to turn her on.  He raised a brow and she blushed, ”I…well…okay, no judgement, right?”

“As promised.”

“It feels like I’m constantly horny…I mean, I haven’t had morning sickness in a while, and I feel like changes are happening,” she admitted nervously, “like I’ve noticed that my boobs have gotten bigger, and that I constantly want to jump your bones…like all the time I’m thinking about just riding you until I can’t think straight…and it’s so much worse in class…god, seeing you up there all authoritative and everything, I jus-“

“I-is that why you’ve been arguing more with me during my lectures lately?” Sebastian asked, finally putting together the pieces of the puzzle.  He’d noticed the past few weeks she’d become more aggressive during the lectures, arguing over the most simple details.  He’d also been able to smell whenever she became aroused, and even he had noticed that it was a lot more than before.  While he’d become accustomed to it, he had to admit that it turned him on more, and there had been a few times where he had found himself rushing back to his office, locking the door, and rubbing one out, just so he could control himself.  It was like she always had him on the verge of going feral, and it was slowly driving him insane.  She blushed once more, and Sebastian smiled, “no judgement right?”

“Right!” she said softly. 

“I want to kiss you, Alana,” he admitted.  Her eyes met his again, and she bit her lip, before her eyes slipped to his lips and then looked away, “I won’t kiss you if you don’t want me to though.  I just…I still think of when we kissed that day, and-“

But he had missed where she slid the tray off her lap and onto the desk beside her, only to crawl into his lap and smash their lips together.  She moaned hungrily against his lips, her tongue sliding into his mouth as she quickly claimed the dominating role. 

“Sebastian,” she moaned.  A rumble started in Sebastian’s chest as her nails grazed down along his abs.  He groaned as she rolled her hips, her slick already creating a damp spot on his boxers, “fuck, I want so much more than a kiss.”

“Anything you want,” he rumbled happily as he held her against his lips.  His hands went into her hair, tugging lightly as they got tangled in the long tresses, “take it all, mate.”

“Mate,” she moaned in response, pushing him back down on the bed.  She broke away from his kisses, trailing down his jaw and neck.  He shuddered when he felt her tongue laving over his mating gland, and it pulsed beneath her, “you like that, Sebastian.”

“God yes,” he groaned.  He watched her trail more kisses down his chest, all the way down to his abs.  His stomach tightened when she reached his boxers, and he shivered when her nails delicately traced the straining appendage, “fuck.  Mate…Alana…I-oh god…”

“I want to taste you, Sebastian,” she begged.  She pressed a few kisses to his cloth covered cock before licking over his tip.  He moaned, another shiver running down his spine as some precum leaked through the fabric, “I want to feel you inside of me.”

“I-I don’t…I don’t want to take advantage of you, Alana,” he moaned as she gripped him firmly and began stroking him through the boxers.  His thigh twitched and she looked up at him with lust clouding her eyes, “we should stop…right?  I-I want you to want this because-“

“I’ve always wanted it,” she admitted as her hands slipped to his waistband.  Sebastian didn’t fight her as she pulled the boxers down, “I’ve wanted this since the day I first met you…I knew it should have been wrong…all the fantasies that played in my head…but it didn’t feel wrong…and then when we kissed…”

Sebastian’s eyes rolled back into his head when she took him in her mouth.  His hands went to her hair once more and his breathing began to get heavy,” fuck…Alana…fuck, I-oh god…baby.”

His moans got louder as she hollowed out her cheeks and took him down to his base, his fine little hairs tickling her nose.  His rumbles turned into husky growls that only made her wetter, only made her want to ride him even more.  And they continued to progress until it seemed like one continuous response. 

“Please,” she whimpered, her mouth popping off his cock with a loud noise.  She continued pressing firm kisses and kitten licks to his head, “want to feel you inside of me, Sebastian.  Please.  Need you…need to feel you knotting me.”

Sebastian’s hindbrain went into overdrive at the thought of knotting her.  His inner wolf was screaming that it was go-time, but his more logical side felt anxious, “Alana…baby…is this what you want?”

“Need,” she repeated, climbing up his body until she was eye level with him, “I need you, Sebastian.”

He growled, flipping them over so that he hovered above her, “I-I need you to know that this isn’t a one-time thing with me…if-if we have sex, I want this to be-“

“I’m yours,” she whimpered, pulling his lips against her own, “I’m all yours, Sebastian.”

Natasha glared at Chris as she stepped aside, letting both him and Calista into her house. 

“I don’t trust it,” Natasha hissed as she crossed her arms and looked at Chris, “We’ve been trying to get that psycho to leave us alone our entire relationship, but because you two are brothers in the same frat, and you tell him to stop, he does?  Something feels off about this whole situation…and I know it’s because of you.”

“Chris didn’t know me and you were in a relationship when he made me st-“ Calista began but she was cut off by Nat yet again.

“It doesn’t matter if he didn’t know then.  I’m not saying that he had anything to do with what happened the first time around,” she growled, irritated that they were even indulging the conversation, “I know that something doesn’t seem right.  It doesn’t feel right.  Something about this is off.  He made this happen because I agreed to create a pack with him and you if he could get that psycho to stop, but I do-“

“Nat...are you backing out?” Calista asked nervously, reaching out to her.  Natasha’s glare towards Chris softened when her omega touched her arm.  She looked at her for a moment.  Calista hadn’t touched her since they had broken up, and something so small as a touch to her arm was enough to throw her full force into the emotions she tried to push away for her omega.  Calista frowned, “alpha?  A-are you abandoning me?”

Nat’s eyes went wide, and she shook her head, “N-no.  No!  Cal I wouldn’-“

“You can’t accept me and Chris…”

“I’m just a little confused,” she said firmly, “how is it that we fought with that asshole and he’s suddenly okay with leaving us alone because of a ‘misunderstanding between brothers.’  Something’s off ‘mega…I don’t trust that.”

“If you want, Nat…we can give it some time,” Chris grumbled, upset over the fact that she didn’t trust him now that Chase was off their backs, “since you seem to think I’m tricking you.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it, Natasha,” he growled.  Cal looked back to him, and he took a heavy breath before sighing, releasing it, “but it’s fine…you want time to make sure it’s not some trick…name it.”

“A month…those assholes wouldn’t care to keep up a charade that long, professor or not…i-if they haven’t done anything to come at us in a month-“

“Deal.”

It had been a month. 

And true to Chris’ word, the Rhos had left her and Natasha alone.  And while Nat couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong, nothing seemed out of place.  She had slowly begun to accept Chris back into her life, and it made Calista happy to know that her alphas were tolerating each other, if not just for her own benefit. 

That was what led to today. 

“So, if we’re going to be a pack…how is this going to work?” Calista asked, “I-it’s been three weeks…and I live at the dorms…Chris lives with Sebastia-“

“It makes sense that we move everyone here.”

Both Chris and Calista were surprised to hear Nat say that.  Chris dropped his fork to his plate, and it clattered loudly against the china, “y-you’re serious?”

Nat gave him a stern look, “well it does…it makes the most sense…I’m not planning on buying a new house just to make sure you’re happy.  Calista and I originally picked this house as our home…I still see it as such.”

“Nat…”

“Yes mate?”

Calista chirped, nearly jumping out of her seat beside Chris to rush her other alpha.  Nat smiled when Calista landed in her lap, and she was nuzzling the alpha’s neck, her nose brushing over the mark that Calista had given her, “I’m just so happy, alpha!  Th-thank you.”

Natasha frowned when she realized that her mate was crying.  She pulled her back slightly and gave her a sad look as she wiped away her tears, “Cal…don’t cry baby.”

“I ju-just…I thought that you would never get this far…that you would abandon me when I asked for you to bring Chris in,” she sniffled, shaking her head, “I-I’m beyond grateful that I have both of my mates, Natasha…”

Her heart fell into her stomach over the thought that her omega had even thought that she would abandon her, “mega…”

“She really was worried Nat…” Chris admitted solemnly.  Natasha looked at Chris for a moment, then she bit her lip and sighed, softening in the moment, “she thought that she was going to have to go through her life with only one of us…that’s why we were hesitant to mark one another.”

“Mega…my life has been completely miserable without you,” Natasha admitted, feeling her own tears rising into the corners of her eyes, “I-I’m not entirely okay with the idea of Chris yet, and I won’t be involved in a relationship with him, but I will be civil…if these few weeks taught me anything it’s that I know I never want to live the rest of my life without you.  I need you by my side, omega…you truly do complete me…”

“She completes both of us, Nat,” Chris said with a sad smile.  He got up out of his own chair and made his way around the table.  When he got to the two women, the back of his hand stroked Calista’s cheek and she chirped and leaned against it, “and whether or not you want to believe it, Nat…you complete me too.  And I still love you.  And I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure I have both of my mates by my side…”

“Chris can take the spare room,” Nat commented as Chris went down the hall.  Instead of turning into the room that was Natasha’s, Calista opened the door directly across from it, “I already had another desk ordered and brought up so that we could share the office downstairs…that way there are three rooms left.  So, if Calista wants one she can have a space of her own upstairs, away from Chris and I…or she can share a room with either of us, and we’ll still have space if someone comes to visit…”

“Or for pups?” Calista asked. 

Natasha held back the rumble in her throat as she gave a restrained nod, “Y-yes omega…if you want pups one day that’s an option…”

“C-can I keep my nest in your room, alpha?” Calista asked Nat.  This time Nat couldn’t hold back the rumble in her chest as she nodded.

“O-of course you can, omega.  You can do whatever you’d like.”

She smiled as she ran up to her, and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, “thank you alpha.”

“Of course, omega.”

The process was a short one, but Natasha began to feel more and more insecure with every box that Chris and Calista brought in.  Her heart felt like it was racing as she watched the gentle giggles, the tender touches between the two of them, and her heart lurched when she called Chris alpha and he would brush his hand over the mark he’d given Calista.

She began to feel insecure in her status as an alpha. 

Sure, she had provided the home for them, and Calista had asked if she could put her nest in Natasha’s room, but Chris had been able to wipe away their problems as though it were really nothing.  And that had genuinely bothered her. 

Chris had proven that he was the better alpha in her mind, as he made sure that they were truly safe; something that Nat hadn’t been able to accomplish. 

So, by the time the last box came in, Nat had felt naturally withdrawn.  She knew that both of her mates would be able to feel it, but she didn’t care.  She slinked back into her room quietly while Chris and Cal put together Chris’ room.

It wasn’t much later when she’d heard her door slowly being pushed open.  She didn’t have to turn in her bed to know that it was both Chris and Calista.  Calista was the first one in her line of vision, when she came around to the other side of the bed, kneeling before it.

“Alpha?”

“Yes omega?”

“C-can I lay with you?”

“I’ll never turn you down, omega,” she reminded her softly.  Calista gave her a sad smile and crawled into the bed, working her way into Natasha’s arms, “is everything alright?  Are you settled in well?”

Calista nodded, feeling small and safe within her mate’s arms, “I felt your sadness across the bond, alpha…are you okay?”

“I’m fin-“

“Nat.”

She stopped speaking when she heard Chris’ voice behind her.  He was softly calling her out on her lie.  Sighing, she tucked her face into Calista’s neck and inhaled deeply, letting the scent of one of her mates calm her down. 

“Chris, I-“

“You’re not fine,” Chris said softly.  She sighed again, this time pulling Calista as close as she possibly could to herself, needing her comfort even more.  Nat felt the bed dip behind her, and she gave a soft warning growl, but Chris continued his actions until she was wrapped up in his arms; the little middle spoon with both her alpha and omega on either side of her, sandwiching her in, “you don’t have to be so strong all the time, Natasha.  Allowing yourself to feel your emotions doesn’t make you any less of an alpha in anyone’s eyes.”

Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach at his words, “I couldn’t protect Calista…we had to sneak around in order to be safe…and you came waltzing in and just like that, everything was solved.  It’s hard not to feel a certain type of way, Christopher.”

“Is that what this is about?” he asked softly.  Nat nodded into Calista’s neck and Calista shifted so that she was facing her. 

“I love you,” she said sweetly, cupping her mate’s face, “I love you so much more than you know, Nat…you are an amazing alpha to me, and you’ve always done what you thought is best to keep me safe.  I will never be angry at you for that.”

“But we-“

“We are all safe together,” Chris commented as his arms wrapped around Natasha and Calista.  Nat closed her eyes and took a deep breath, completely wrapped in both of her mate’s scents, “and with all three of us together, no one can tear us down.  No single soul can hurt us…because I have both of my mates.  You are not any less of an alpha than I am…and our omega is here for both of us to make sure that our pack survives and thrives under any circumstance.  She’s, our center.  She keeps us grounded Nat.”

“I’m just scared, Chris,” Nat admitted softly.  Chris frowned as a few tears fell down Nat’s cheeks and onto his arm that was wrapped around them, “I-I don’t want to let you both back in if I know it’s not going to work out…I-I can’t get hurt again…I can’t do it…”

“We won’t hurt you, alpha,” Calista said calmly, as she looked her in the eyes, “we just want to love you…let us love you, Nat.”

“Will it make you feel better if you know why they are leaving us alone?” Chris asked after a moment. This time it was Nat that turned around so that she could face Chris. 

“What did you do?”

“I’m blackmailing them, Nat…” he admitted softly, “I know a secret about the Rhos that would destroy the house currently…I found out about it after I graduated, and I kept it in my back pocket in case I ever needed it…but they won’t bother us…trust me on that.  They won’t risk breaking up the house just to harass the two of you.”

“Chris you’re turning against them for u-“

“I’m doing this for the three of us, Nat…” Chris replied, cutting his other mate off, “I wasn’t lying when I said that I would make it up to you…I love you.  And I love Calista.  And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep the two of you safe.”

Chapter 11, The End

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Too tired to entertain little boys - P2

Professor! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut, age gap (reader is over 21 though), oral sex

Part 1

“This is a test of your endurance, an endurance exercise if you will.” Loki spoke, gesturing to the single seat he had pulled out from where it was tucked under his desk. You stepped further into his office as he closed the door behind you both, ensuring it was locked. Apart from your previous rendezvous at the party nearly two weeks ago, you hadn’t been intimate with the professor. Your relationship had changed, quick glances were exchanged for longer ones, lingering touches during committee meetings were common and quiet sentences with double meanings were often whispered between you both, everyone else listening none the wiser. You hadn’t told Kate or anyone for that matter that you were successful in your pursuit but she had noticed you seemed happier. You stepped towards the chair, Lokis hand on your shoulder lowering you onto it.

“A test of my endurance?” You questioned, pulling your skirt down a little as it lifted up your leg.

“Well, you’ve certainly been testing my endurance with all the little outfits you wear to class.” He grinned, noticing your movement.

“I had hoped you noticed.” You spoke, the corners of your mouth curling up into a smile.

“Oh, I definitely noticed.” He answered, standing behind you. “Now, I’m going to touch you and you’re not going to make a sound.” He stated. You remained silent, anticipating his movement but he remained still.

“Sir, Loki?”

“I will not be beginning until I have your verbal consent, you are more than welcome to deny me.” He answered.

“Please, touch me.” You near begged, desperate to repeat what you had both done previously. The thoughts of that night kept you pleasuring yourself every night before bed since it happened.

“If I win, we go away for a weekend and I get to fuck you senseless and if you win, well—” he chuckled, lowering his lips to your ear “you won’t.”

You were already squeezing your thighs together from the sound of his voice in your ear before he began kissing your earlobe, moving down to your neck where he licked over your pulse point. You kept your lips pressed firmly together when he left open mouthed kisses across your neck. Using one hand, he moved your head to the side, exposing more of the bare flesh to him. Seeing you still seemingly unfazed, he let go of you, your head taking its original position as he stood behind you again. There were a few moments of silence before you glanced to the side seeing him still standing next to you. The anticipation of his next move left your breathing quickening before he leant down slightly, one of his hands moving down the valley of your breasts. Your breathing continued to quicken, shallower as he cupped one of your breasts before kneading it through your shirt. You felt his lips against your neck again as he continued his administrations, his other hand cupping your other breast. Before long, you was biting your lip trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to spill from you. As much as you’d love a weekend away with the professor, you were eager to prove him wrong, demonstrate your tolerance, win. Who knew what the prize would be for you, maybe you could decide yourself. Two weekends away with the professor.

“Better than I previously thought” he praised, ending his attack on your breasts before one of his hands wandered lower, widening your legs. Your eyes fell closed as his hand moved under your skirt, cupping your pussy over your dampened panties. When he moved his hand, putting pressure on your clothed clit, you couldn’t help the small sound that escaped you leaving Loki chuckling lowly. “Was that a squeak?” He questioned, moving his hand against your clit before you moved your hips slightly, desperate for more friction. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you another chance okay.” He assured, removing his hand from you before he stepped in front of you.

Your eyes opened as you heard him shuffling in front of you. He left you near gasping when he knelt in front of you, eyes on yours as he offered a devilish smirk. Leaning down, he placed a kiss against one of your knees before he reached underneath your skirt again, thumbs hooking underneath the elastic of your panties. As he began tugging them down, you lifted your hips, allowing him to pull them down further before they were finally off. Your mind was racing with the possibilities of what could happen next, what you wished would happen next.

“Let’s see how you fair now.” He winked before widening your legs and beginning to pepper kisses along them. You were certain he could smell your arousal as he lifted one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder before he leaned closer to your centre. Feeling his lips moving further up your legs, you closed your eyes. “Look at me” he warned “open your eyes and look at me.” You did so, following instructions before he spoke again. “You smell divine.” He hummed, inhaling you before you felt his tongue against your clit, the sudden intrusion taking you by surprise.

You bit on your bottom lip, urgently trying to stifle your moans as he circled your clit with his tongue. His hands wrapped around you, pulling you further against him as he sucked the bundle of nerves, rolling it against his tongue. Tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes as you rocked your hips against his face, trying to conceal your sounds. He was ardently lapping at your cunt as you shut your eyes again, on the verge of screaming when he entered you with one of his fingers.

“You taste even sweeter than I thought you would.” He noted, lifting his head as he continued thrusting in and out of you. “Aww look at you” he coed “so eager to prove your resistance, or am I just losing my touch.” He finished, adding another one of his fingers, curling them inside of you as his lips wrapped around your clit. You couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much. The sound of him slurping up your arousal combined with the squelching sound of him entering you as well as the sensation itself left you calling out his name, thankful for the thick walls of the building and the fact that it was a late Friday afternoon, nearly everyone had left, save a few janitors.

“That’s it, moan for me.” He spoke against you as his name flew from your lips.

“I’m soo closeee.” You moaned, grinding against his face. He quickened his movements until your body shuddered, your orgasm consuming you as you came in Lokis mouth. He slowed his movements, leading you through your high before you floated back down to earth, the overstimulation leaving you trying to close your legs.

“I guess I win.” Loki smirked, pulling his fingers out of you before bringing them to his lips and licking them clean, releasing them with a pop. “I knew I would.” He added, wiping your arousal from his chin before picking up your panties. “I guess I’ll be adding these to the collection and booking us a hotel.”

You hoped that before you graduated, Loki Laufeyson would have a whole chest of draws filled with your panties.

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