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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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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

“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.

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bettercallwillow · 2 years

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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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loopsisloops · 2 years

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The most relatable comment on Ao3 I’ve ever seen

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fanficshiddles · 2 years

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Losing Control, Chapter 26 (Final Chapter)

Loki tightened his tie and checked himself in the mirror one last time.

‘Are you almost ready, kitten?’ He called through to Emilia who was in the bathroom getting ready. ‘The car will be here soon to take us to the wedding. Don’t want to be late.’

‘Don’t get your knickers in a twist, we still have five minutes, I just need to put my face on.’ Emilia said with a grin as she walked out of the bathroom while putting in an earring.

But she stopped and looked at Loki, confused. Loki was staring at her in awe, frozen in time as he gazed at her. His breath completely taken away.

It was the first time he’d seen her dressed like that, in such a beautiful dark green strapless dress that showed her figure beautifully. Her hair was curled nicely down against her shoulders.

‘Loki, are you alright?’ She walked over to him and waved on front of his face.

He swallowed hard and snapped out of his trance. He reached up and cupped her chin, brushing his thumb against her lower lip. ‘You don’t need to ‘put your face on’ kitten. You’re beautiful as you are.’

Emilia blushed at his compliment. ‘You flatter me, Sir.’ She teased. ‘But I really do. Now let me go or we will be late.’

Loki leaned down and captured a kiss from her before releasing her to sort out her make-up.

‘Ready?’ Loki asked when she finished.

‘Yep.’ She smiled up at him and straightened his tie a bit. ‘You look not so bad yourself, you know. You scrub up rather well… I think it’s the first time I’ve seen your hair so neatly brushed and gelled?’ She teased.

‘Careful, kitten. There’s always time to take you over my knee.’ He growled and reached a hand down to squeeze her bum, making her squeak.

‘Yeah, that would be good to tell all your family, we were late because you were spanking my ass.’

Loki chuckled and squeezed her bum again. ‘Well, it would be the truth.’

When they got to the wedding reception, with Emilia’s bum unscathed, Loki and Emilia sat in the front row next to Loki and Thor’s parents.

‘Are you sure it’s ok me being in this row?’ Emilia whispered to Loki.

He put his hand on her knee and squeezed softly. ‘Of course it is, you’re my partner.’

She smiled at him and felt a warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach.

The ceremony was beautiful, Loki felt proud seeing his brother getting married to the one he loved. And of course their parents were over the moon, so delighted for him.

At the after party, Emilia got to meet Thor’s new wife and she got along really well with her. As expected, the couple was in high demand to speak to and to congratulate. But they weren’t the only couple that people had their eye on.

So many relatives of Loki and Thor were intrigued with who the woman was on Loki’s arm, who had captured his attention. Many commented how lovely a couple they were. Emilia could barely stop blushing the entire time.

And Loki’s flirting and teasing didn’t help either.

They certainly stole the dancefloor, Loki with his good moves was a bit of a surprise to Emilia. He had certainly kept that hidden from her. She could barely stop laughing though as she was flung around by him, being moved this way and that.

She was utterly exhausted when she went to grab another drink from the bar in-case he dragged her back onto the dancefloor.

Needing some air, she went out onto the balcony with her drink. There was no one else out there, so she took a seat for a moment.

‘Ah, there you are. I thought you’d ran away.’ Loki said as he went out to join her.

‘I just needed some fresh air after all that dancing!’ Emilia laughed.

Loki scooped her up off the seat and took her place, sitting her down on his lap sideways. She put her drink down on the table and wrapped her arms around his neck.

‘I should have told you that I am an exceptional dancer.’ He grinned.

‘It’s no surprise, really. There isn’t much you’re not good at.’

‘Why thank you.’ He winked at her. He slid his hand just underneath her dress, gently stroking up and down her thigh. ‘Are you enjoying yourself this weekend?’

Emilia nodded. ‘I really am… It’s been nice being able to just be ourselves too around everyone. Not having to hide, really.’

Loki nodded in agreement. ‘It has indeed.’ He hummed and tucked her hair behind her ear, then gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

‘I need to tell you this before the drinks flow even more, so you know it’s not the drink talking…’ Loki said as he slipped his hand round to the back of her neck, gently stroking her skin.

‘You mean you’re not drunk yet?’ She teased, making him chuckle and shake his head.

‘I love you, Emilia. And I don’t expect it back, if you’re not there yet. Or if you ever will be, but I needed you to know how I feel.’

Emilia’s heart soared as she gazed at him, saying nothing for a moment, making him begin to worry. But then she grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him firmly on the lips. She pulled back slightly and smiled. ‘I love you too.’ She whispered.

Loki pressed his forehead against hers and breathed out in relief.

‘I never expected to fall in love with you, Emilia Cooper. But you’ve stolen my heart.’ He admitted.

‘Me too… But after discovering that the scary professor is just a big pussy cat, well, it was hard not to fall in love with you.’

‘Cheeky.’ Loki laughed and tickled her sides momentarily, making her laugh.

‘So… what happens now?’ Emilia asked.

‘You mean when we return home?’ Loki asked and she nodded. ‘Well, your important exams are up next year and I don’t want to risk that. I also don’t want to risk being fired when some of my students are away to sit important exams too… Perhaps we just carry on as we are, being careful when back home. Once you’ve passed all your exams and have graduated, then we can be who we are together without worry.’

Emilia nodded. ‘Yeah, that does sound for the best… I just wish we could go out without worry, I really want to show off that I’m with you.’ She admitted as she tucked herself into him, head into the crook of his neck.

‘Believe me, kitten. I want nothing more than that too.’ Loki hummed and kissed the top of her head.

‘Plenty of holidays and weekends away though, right?’ She asked, leaning back slightly to look at him.

‘Of course.’ Loki grinned. ‘Is that your only concern, you’re not worried about our age difference?’

Emilia shrugged. ‘Nah, that doesn’t bother me, Daddy.’ She teased.

Loki’s eyes darkened and he let out a deep growl as he tightened his grip around her. ‘Ohhhh, I like that, kitten… Call me that again.’

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lowkeyorloki · 2 years

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omg YES i wanna see the drabble!

okay so this ended up being 2.2k words which is longer than a typical drabble so if y'all could tell me what you think that would b great

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18+ under the cut. Asis drabble, takes place after the series ended. Reader struggles with her age gap with Loki, but in a new way she hasn't considered yet. VERY brief mention of some kinky punishment sex. Enjoy <33

You blink a few times, even though you’re not sure how useful it is. It’s dark in Loki’s room, and quiet. The only thing you can hear is a hum as the heat turns on, and Loki’s soft breaths on the pillow beside you.

You try to let out a slow sigh, one that will calm your nerves, but it comes out a whimper. You stiffen, scared you’ve woken Loki up. He stays still. Shaking, you slip out from under the covers and walk to the window, bracing your hands on the windowsill and screwing your eyes closed.

You turn back to look at Loki, and even though you can’t make out any details in the dark, it makes your heart clench. Only you get to see him like this - see one of the best and most powerful professors, soft and warm, willingly open. The ring on your finger feels tight, a welcome reminder that as soon as you graduate, this is going to be the rest of your life.

Except... it won’t be. That will only be the case for Loki.

You press your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the panic rising in your chest. How have you never thought about this before? After the summer, when all you did was think about what being with Loki meant. You never considered this. Why?

You’re starting to shake, this realization pouring over you and filling you to the brim with an ache. You don’t know how to do this. You don’t know how to live without Loki. That’s the whole point of everything you do now.

Keep it together, you think to yourself. It’s late, and Loki had fucked you to sleep just a few hours before. You’re just coming down from that high, more emotional than usual. Suck it up and get back in bed.

“Sweetheart?” Loki’s voice interrupts your thoughts. It’s lower, raspier than usual. You turn around just in time to see him prop himself up on his elbows. The clock behind him, the one on his nightstand, flashes. Two thirty-eight in the morning. Loki looks tired, maybe even disoriented. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” your response is immediate - and breathy. Loki knows you’re lying instantly. “Go back to sleep, ‘Ki.”

This is the first time you’ve seen each other since August. Loki coached you through so many nervous breakdowns then. You don’t want to poison the winter break with them as well.

Loki is silent as he thinks. “Will you lay down with me?”

You swallow, making your way back to him. Loki welcomes you with open arms, drawing you into his chest and brushing his lips against your forehead. You accept the touch, hands slipping under the Loki’s shirt and pressing against his side and back. You can feel the muscles under his skin - you remember when you met Narvi, you wondered how Loki managed to look the way he did while being a professor and father. Now you know: with the winter bringing forth the threat of snow storms, Loki insisted you park your car in the garage. He’d moved an entire set of weights to make room for it. Loki hums as you trace patterns in his skin, reminding yourself he’s here and this is now.

“Will you tell me what’s wrong?” Loki asks as though he’s asking you for a favor. As much as you try, you can’t shake the lingering feeling of self hatred for what you did to him. Sometimes, you wish Loki wasn’t so gentle with you.

The worn skin of your wrists prickle, and you think of the handcuffs in the drawer of Loki’s bedside table. You swallow at the reminder. Loki isn’t always gentle. The welts on your ass, the sound of Loki’s hand slapping your skin, the title of cruel girl that you beg Loki to call you...

Loki places a hand on your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. He kisses your forehead again, then your eyelids, cleverly forcing you to close your eyes. He pulls you even closer to him.

“Please?” He asks, the sound rumbling in his chest.

Will you tell me what’s wrong. Not can, because this relationship has never been about what you can do. Capability isn’t your weakness. It’s your willingness.

“Loki,” you say. Your throat hurts. Loki massages your neck in response. “I feel so good.”

Loki smiles, you can hear it, and his older, caring side comes out. “Then what is it?”

“It feels like forever now, doesn’t it?” Your voice sounds far away. “Doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” Loki answers confidently. “Are you having doubts about yourself?”

“No.” You don’t doubt anything about you and Loki. Nothing at all.

“Good. I’m not either.” Some amount of tension leaves your body when Loki says that, even though it’s really not a fear of yours anymore. Still, it’s always nice to hear out loud.

Loki waits, cradling you as you find the right words. He’s so patient with you. So... good.

“Loki, you’re so much older than me.” If this was any other context, Loki would feign offense, but he doesn’t right now. “I thought I’d fully grasped that, but I didn’t, because I think I just realized this isn’t forever for me. It only is for you. And I,” a sob is rising in your throat. “Loki, I don’t know how to handle that information. I don’t know how to... how to not wake up next to you.”

“Okay. Okay, alright.” Loki soothes you, tangling his legs with yours and making it clear that he is present. You worry for a moment about bringing up Loki’s mortality in the middle of the night, if he’s ready to face it with no warning, but you also can’t stop.

“Have you thought about it?” You’re on the verge of being breathless. “Have you -”

“Yes,” Loki interrupts you. You close your mouth, listening. “Yes, of course.” He says. He takes a long breath, and you realize your nails are digging into the skin over Loki’s ribs. You let go, drawing your hand back to your chest, but Loki grabs it and intertwines his fingers with yours before you can. He brings your hands to his mouth, brushing his lips over your lifeline. “I’ve thought about it more than once, sweetheart.” He admits. You open your eyes, greeted by Loki’s striking green ones. He holds your gaze. You swallow.

“Tell me?” You ask in a small voice. Loki softens.

“The first time was at the museum,” Loki murmurs. “I was standing in front of our painting,” The Meeting on the Turret Stairs. You have a print of it in your apartment now. You bought it a few weeks after the school year started, when you missed seeing Loki in class. It makes you feel closer to him. “And Narvi had gone to fetch you, and then you were both walking towards me, and all I could think was that I was so grateful he would have you. Even when I won’t.” You blink. Your heart feels heavy - full is a better word. Loki trusts you so much. He loves you so much. And you want him to.

Loki lets out a sigh, and strengthens the hand he has on your neck, pulling you into a kiss. He feels sturdy, sure of himself and you. You’re hungry for Loki, hyper aware of the fact that this feels even more limited than it did when you and Loki were trying to navigate being a student and professor. This feels more inevitable, so you’re greedy for when you can have him.

“The second time was June, and August.” Loki confesses, somewhat hesitantly. “When we got back together. I know it was hard for you, during our time apart, but - sweetheart, I need you to hear me when I promise I am not upset with you - the fact is that you were and are the one with the strength to leave me. And so when you did, and when it became clear you wanted… us back, I felt relief for this one thing. You know how to live without me. I know you don’t want to, and I do not ever like to think of us being apart anymore, but between the two of us,” Loki pauses. “I am aware that it is a selfish thought. But I’m so thankful that it won’t be me. That I won’t have to live without you again. But,” Loki’s body heat is radiating off of him, and you fight the urge to throw the covers off. “I also have no doubts that you are strong enough to handle it. Our break was proof. That’s… that is one good thing that came out of it.”

“No.” You shake your head, horrified. “No. Loki, I don’t know what you thought I was doing for those three months, but I was… not capable. Of anything. At all.” You want to be closer, closer to Loki, but it’s physically impossible. You shiver despite being so hot. “I think I almost died, Loki. Do you understand?” You brace yourself, ready to bare every part of you. “I think about you every day, Loki. Every second. You’re always somewhere, somewhere in the back of my head. It scares me so bad, but I need it, too. The only reason I can get through wanting you so much is because I know I have you. But if you aren’t here, you can’t love and need me back, I don’t know where to put all of that. I won’t know what to do with myself.” Your free hand rests on Loki’s sharp hip, and you clutch it. “Even when we weren’t together, we weren’t apart either. I got through it knowing I was doing anything I could to get you back. But if… when,” you choke out. “You die, that isn’t a possibility. And I’m going to be stuck here, with all that emotion and I won’t be able to give it to you. You’re part of me, you’re almost everything to me and I’m not sure that you see that. I need you, Loki. Even when I don’t, or when you think I don’t, I need you. As much as you need me. More. More.” You repeat.

Loki is staying remarkably calm, his limbs splayed across yours. He lets himself get heavier as you start to shake again, lessening how much your body is able to lose control. He waits a few moments before speaking again.

“I don’t think what you feel for me is any less than what I feel for you.” Is what Loki decides to say, soothing over your worries and making his confidence clear. “What I think, and what I know, is that you are stronger than I am. I don’t view myself as weak. I don’t find myself to be incapable. But I have dealt with so much loss in my life, and while perhaps it should have, that has not made me better equipped to handle it. I’ve got no more loss in me. No more that I can take.” Loki rests his chin on top of your head, your face pressed in the hollow of his neck. You close your eyes, let his smell envelop you. Pine. You’ve missed it. “Our age difference - my age - protects me from having to lose you. It’s not fair,” Loki clarifies. “But it is a crutch I am going to lean on forever. And I am so sorry that you are not afforded the same reassurance, but I won’t lie to you, sweetheart: I am so grateful for it.” There are tears falling down your cheeks, wetting the thin cotton of Loki’s shirt.

“It’s not fair,” you cry. Loki holds you so tight you can’t breathe, and all you can think is that you hope he crushes you. “It’s not fair, I don’t want -”

“I know,” Loki breathes. He shushes you gently, digging his thumb in the nape of your neck. “I know, sweet girl, I know.”

Loki lets you despair, and when you don’t have any tears left, you pull away, blinking at him.

“How do I deal with it?” You whisper. “Loki, what do I do?” He shakes his head.

“You ignore it.” Loki answers, his tone almost dejected. “You let me have you for the time being. And it is a long time, sweetheart. We have enough years together that now is not for stress. Not about this, at least.” Loki draws away, looking you over. “Let me have you?” He asks. “For right now? At this moment?”

You stare back at Loki, his open expression, the ring on his finger. It’s the first time you’ve been able to really see him since the summer. You had been worried driving over that you would be stuck in the past, grappling with being around one another after such a loaded breakup and reconciliation.

And now you’re stuck in the future, too scared of the hurt you know is coming to take advantage of the happiness lying next to you.

“Yes,” you say. “You can have me.”

Loki looks relieved, and slowly, he kisses you again.

His lips feel like forever, so you close your eyes and accept it.

#a study in suit #asis #asis spoilers #asis drabbles #asis extras #18+#professor loki #professor laufeyson #professor! loki #professor! laufeyson

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book-dragon-13 · 2 years

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HBC Summer Send Off Day 6

@the-horniest-book-club

Renaissance Faire with Professor Loki

Summer in the English Countryside with modern Will Ransome

#hbc summer send off #tom hiddleston #professor loki #loki #will ransome

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darlingrose07 · 2 years

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Because It’s Witchcraft

Ch. 7: Expect the Unpleasant

A/N: Not going to lie, this chapter was hard to write. I've rewritten it I don't even know how many times and so I'm just going to post it, because I haven't updated in so long and I don't want to end up not finishing this story. I have it all mapped out, it's just the actual writing it down part.

You can find the rest on AO3!

While it was true that Loki wished to take things slowly with Olivia, there had been another reason he wanted her out of the house. An acquaintance was coming to discuss something she swore was business related, and he had to prepare the house to ward off her inevitable snooping. If he was feeling kind, which he rarely was, he would say that Olivia had put him in a very good mood. As it was, all he was willing to admit to himself was that she had put him in somewhat of a relaxed mood.

This friend or acquaintance or problem or whatever title he saw fit to bestow at the moment, Lorelei, was someone who he used to share his bed with on occasion. Her relentless ambition without much actual talent to back it up made him distance himself from her. They had had their fun and while Loki felt their relationship had reached its natural end, Lorelei disagreed. She was forever trying to get into his affairs, wanting to know what he was doing and if there was anything she could do to make his life even the smallest bit more difficult.

He had told himself several times that his dalliances with witches were over, and yet here he was walking down that same path with Olivia. She was different from his previous lovers though, he doubted there was a malicious bone in her body and that for now was all the justification he needed. He grinned to himself thinking of her little speech about not getting emotionally involved. It all sounded sincere enough, maybe she truly believed it, but she was quite young to be saying such things. Even if things between them ended badly, he doubted she could give him any serious trouble, though she had the potential for it some day. A wiser man would tread more carefully, he knew, but what was the point of a life lived completely risk free? That, and the possibilities of her were far too tempting not to explore.

Before his thoughts could wander too far into much more pleasant territory, the skin on the back of his neck prickled, signaling to him that someone had walked through a ward he placed on the edge of his property line. Focusing on that feeling, he knew they were trying to approach his house from the back. He sighed.

Why use the front door when you know trying to sneak in would be that much more irritating?

With a roll of his eyes, he left his workroom. He thought to himself as he descended that perhaps it was not Lorelei, but some interloper he could play with.

Alas, he saw through a window a swish of perfectly blown out golden blonde hair approaching his deck.

He watched her through the window of the door leading out to that deck. It had been almost a year since he had last seen her but she looked just the same. Large, fashionable sunglasses covered her eyes and she was dressed as if attending a business meeting on a yacht. A well tailored linen pant suit covered a silk top, her pumps giving her no trouble as she navigated his backyard. She was stepping carefully up to the garden he kept up, as if she were sneaking, and trying to get a close look at everything. Did she think he wasn’t home? That he wouldn’t be able to stop her snooping for a few moments?

With a theatrically dramatic sigh that he admitted to himself might be a little much he went outside, Lorelei snapping her pretty blonde head up as soon as he opened the door.

“Hello, darling,” she called to him, her voice soft and smooth as honey. Her perfect pearly white teeth flashing as she beamed at him with what she must have thought was her prettiest smile.

Loki crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow, awaiting an explanation.

“Just thought I might get a look around before we got down to business,” she smiled coyly, looking a bit put out when his stony expression didn’t budge. “Are you in a bad mood already?”

“What do you need, Lorelei?” He drawled.

“Are you not going to invite me in first? And here I thought you were a gentleman,” she pouted, crossing her own arms to mirror him.

He ushered her in and a few moments of him guiding her away from things she didn’t need to poking her nose into had them seated across from each other in his living room.

Lorelei crossed her legs and made herself comfortable on her chair, looking Loki up and down not unlike a cat who found a particularly amusing mouse to play with.

“How have you been?” She asked.

“So this is just a social visit? Am I to believe you just want to catch up, have some tea and chit chat?”

“You haven’t offered me any tea, though I would take some if you had it.”

Loki pasted on a solicitous smile, “why don’t you just cut to the chase, dear? You know that I’m a busy man.”

“Oh, I know. I imagine you have a million papers to grade.” she said sarcastically, the flirty smile dropping somewhat as her eyes narrowed.

Loki simply stared at her.

“Alright,” she sighed, “there’s a problem with a nightclub downtown, I think there might be some kind of poltergeist, though nothing terrible has happened. Maybe just some kind of mischievous spirit? The owners have said so far it’s a lot of spilled drinks and a couple instances of laxatives in the hot wings. I’ve been down there, but couldn’t put my finger on what sort of energy it was. I thought you and I would head down tomorrow night and see what you make of it.”

“A poltergeist is nothing you haven’t handled before, and beyond that why should I feel so inclined to help you?”

“Your naturally charitable spirit?” Her flirty smile was back in place. “Because it’s interesting, the owners are offering a reward, and maybe,” she leaned forward,

“we could spend some time together afterwards? Like old times?”

“Like old times?” he leaned forward, Lorelei’s smile grew wider thinking she was succeeding in her ridiculous seduction attempt, “like all the times I would fuck you and then you would try to sneak into my workroom or my storage and I would throw you out?”

They both leaned back, Loki gracefully with a smirk and Lorelei with a sigh, exasperated.

“You are absolutely no fun at all,” she cocked her head to the side, “It’s not like I ever actually took anything-”

“Because I would always catch you before you could.”

“I just wanted to see what you had, what you were working on! Is a woman not allowed to be curious? Perhaps I could have helped you, it was always so fun when we worked together.” She purred, reaching and putting a perfectly manicured hand on his thigh.

“You call me constantly having to pull you out of whatever mess you put yourself in fun?”

She withdrew her hand and gave him a withering look, “will you at least go have a look around? You don’t have to dance with me if you don’t want to.”

“Fine, though I’ll head there tonight, and alone. I don’t have the time tomorrow, or the desire to have you distracting me.”

She rolled her eyes, then looked around, interested, “has there been another witch in this house recently?”

“And if there was?”

Lorelei’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, “what’s her name?”

“Feeling jealous, are we?”

“No,” she huffed, shrugging her shoulders casually continuing to look around, “whoever she is, she has an interesting aura. Maybe you should introduce the two of us.”

“I don’t think so, darling.”

The nightclub looked loud and irritating as Loki strolled up to it, and he felt a pang of longing for the quieter clubs he used to frequent so long ago, with elegantly dressed patrons and music he could look forward to listening to instead of having to work to ignore.

There were a few young men hanging around the entrance, the bouncer several feet away keeping a wary eye on them. They’d clearly all been drinking heavily and were loudly discussing which of them were the drunkest at a gathering they had recently been to.

Being able to influence animals into doing one's bidding was difficult work, but very rewarding, and so Loki prided himself on his ability to do so easily. Influencing insects was very similar and so enchanting a few bees that had been happily buzzing around a flowering tree nearby was something he could do with barely a thought.

They were so drunk though that it took the men a few moments to realize there was a bee sitting square in the middle of one of their compatriot’s forehead. Without hesitation or even a warning to the unfortunate man, the other two both swung at the little bug. Bees are faster than your average drunken idiot, so the only one hurt was the man who was slapped twice soundly on the forehead.

“Dude, what the HELL?” He shouted, shoving one of the other men.

The one shoved was about to shove back when he caught sight of another bee, now sitting on the forehead of the third man.

Another swing, another miss to the bee but a direct hit to his friend's forehead. All three were now yelling over each other and shoving one another just as much as they were trying to hit one of the bees.

Loki dispersed the little things as he walked past the group into the club. He didn’t even have the bees sting them and they were reduced to yelling and smacking one another. Still chucking as he took in his surroundings, he tried to focus on the task at hand.

There was some strange energy in the building, he could tell that much easily despite the ridiculous techno music making it hard to concentrate. A quick circle around the main floor confirmed a looming presence of some kind of spirit, and after a drink was tipped directly onto one man’s rather expensive looking trousers Loki was able to pinpoint it.

Lorelei’s first guess had been right, it was a poltergeist and a rather weak one at that. Surely the blonde could have handled this on her own, though he knew this was all probably a ploy to check in on him from the beginning. Why he had agreed was beyond him.

He huffed and turned to leave, knowing that there would probably just be more of the same kind of mischief until he came back with the proper supplies to dispel the thing. He ignored the suggestive looks he drew from some of the women in the club, and a couple of men as well and walked out the door half expecting the drunken men to still be out there brawling.

They weren’t, and Loki suspected the bouncer had a hand in that.

He was mulling over what to do about Lorelei’s renewed interest in him and what exactly to bring back or to just send Lorelei with to deal with the poltergeist when he noticed two women staring at him from down the darkened street.

The streets were somewhat busy, because although it was dark out the night was still young enough that people were still just coming out to start their evenings. These two women, looking to be in their mid to late thirties were staring right at him and looked.. Off. Loki couldn’t quite put his finger on it and they were a bit too far away from him for him to get a completely clear look. They simply stood there while people milled around them.

Loki moved towards them cautiously, and they began to advance. Their gaits were uneven, almost as if they were drunk but they did not stumble and each had expressions of clear intent.

He tried to feel out their energy, get a sense of their auras but all he picked up was a confusing swirl of what he thought to be their natural energy and something he couldn’t name. These was something wrong with these women, and they wanted something from him.

One was walking slightly ahead of the other, with disheveled bleach blonde hair. Her make up was heavy and looked like it had been applied days ago and her sweat stained t-shirt read, “my third eye can see through your bull$&*#”. The other had darker hair with dyed blue streaks, her clothing and makeup were similar to the blonde’s.

“You!” they were about twenty feet away from him now and Loki still waited to see how he should act. He always prided himself on his patience, and then speed when he needed to strike.

“Can I help you ladies with something?” He asked politely.

They both grumbled something intelligible and when the lead woman was in range she lunged for him, or more specifically, the inner pockets of his coat. He side stepped her easily, and dodged her friend who lunged in the same graceless way. The first woman lost her balance and tumbled to the ground, while the other stayed up but took a moment to regain her bearings. They both turned back to him and tried again, going for the pockets of his jacket.

“What are the two of you after?” he demanded, not expecting a response, and continued fending them off. They were clearly under some kind of enchantment and not acting of their own volition, which explained why they moved as if sleepwalking. Were they enchanted by someone who wanted to mug him? Sending someone else to do their dirty work was a good idea where he was involved, but sending two regular women with a spell that didn’t even seem particularly strong was strange. Was this the trial run or was the person pulling the strings an idiot?

Finally having enough of their antics he grabbed a vial of powder he always carried, mostly lavender and valerian root with some other choice ingredients and as discreetly as he could, as there were passers by who had noticed the two women stumbling around and harassing a random man on the street, threw it in each of their faces.

It took a moment to take effect, and he backed away as much as they would let him while they slowed and then laid down on the sidewalk.

“Are you alright? Are they drunk or something?” the bouncer from the nightclub called over. He hadn’t walked away from his post, but he was avidly watching. Loki simply shrugged at him and bent to get a closer look at the women.

With a slight wave of his hand, something that the other people on the street watching could dismiss as him checking if the women were truly unconscious, he neutralized the sleeping powder and woke the women. They both jolted and sat up straight, then slumped and looked around confused.

“Are you two alright?” A man who had wandered up asked, “do you want us to call a doctor? An ambulance?”

“What’s going on?” the blonde woman wearing the third eye shirt asked, looking at her friend and then up at Loki and the man.

“You were stumbling around, lunging at me.” Loki informed her. The energy surrounding them was normal now, the same as most people he encountered. Whatever he had been picking up on while they were still being influenced was gone.

“Lunging at you?” She asked, looking startled.

“You have things in your pockets,” the other woman murmured.

“What was that?” Loki asked her, taking a step forward.

She blinked up at him several times and then shook her head as if trying to clear it, “What?” she asked stupidly.

Loki was beginning to get frustrated. Could they truly not remember what had happened to them while they were enchanted? An enchantment like that, not only controlling the victim but also wiping their memories would be outstandingly complex. Or perhaps they were simply pretending to not know.

“What do you remember? You just said something about my pockets,” Loki's sharp tone earning him a concerned look from the man who had stepped forward, and a couple who was still lingering nearby. He should have lured the women away from others before breaking the enchantment, having to deal with this was enough without the added burden of nosey people.

“I don’t remember anything,” the dark haired woman said, scrubbing her hands across her face.

“We were out for a cup of coffee!” The blonde woman blurted out, “I got a large iced vanilla chai, or no actually today I got a large cold brew with vanilla cream and cinnamon, but the girl forgot to the put the cinnamon on and then she was so disrespectful and snooty about making me a new drink when I told her it was wrong- Steph do you remember that- like it was my fault she forgot the cinnamon-”

“Why on Earth would I care about your coffee order?” Loki demanded, cutting off the woman's babbling, “I asked you what the last thing you remembered was.”

“Well, excuse me,” she snapped back at him, puffing herself up, “this is what I remember, anyway, Steph ordered a medium-”

“Did anything out of the ordinary happen?” he tried again.

“Do you ladies want us to call an ambulance for you? Get you to the hospital?” Some asked.

“Oh, gosh, no hospitals are terrible. I’m sure we’ll be fine,” Steph said, unsteadily rising to her feet. The blonde woman followed suit.

“What is the last thing you remember?” Loki asked. Personally, he felt his tone was reasonable considering the circumstances, but the first woman raised a haughty eyebrow at him as she put her hands on her hips.

“Excuse me,” apparently that was the woman's catchphrase, “I just had a traumatic experience and you are being very toxic right now, honestly, now that I’ve had a moment to feel your energy you are very unbalanced,” she said.

“Unbalanced?” Loki asked, incredulous. He very much doubted this woman had a correct sense of anything in her life, as her aura felt as unmagical as a spectacularly unmagical parsnip.

“Yes, and if you would like I can give you the number of my guy, Mark, he would be willing to completely cleanse your chakras-”

“You want a man named Mark to… you know what, ladies? Have a wonderful rest of your night, get home safely,” he gave them a grin that made both of them take a step back and walked away, leaving them to their little crowd of onlookers. It was clear to him that he wasn’t going to get any useful information from the women.

He kept a wary eye out on the way home, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. It was rare that he was at a loss for what to do next, but as he continued to mull over the events of the evening he couldn’t come up with a plan other than to wait and see if there were more instances similar or if this were isolated.

Unfortunately this meant he would need to speak more with Lorelei, and that meant a continued worry that he wouldn't be able to keep her out of his hair. He dreaded to think of what would happen if she crossed paths with his new assistant.

#because its witchcraft #loki x female reader #loki au #loki fanfic #professor loki #ongoing fic #kind of practical magic au but not really

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This was her first time at a farmers market and it was as exciting as it was nerve wracking. She had a small stall next to her neighbors, and they were so kind to her and even encouraged guests to check her wares as well. It was nice to have even a small bit of community. But it was getting twards lunchtime, and she was particularly peckish, too busy savoring a delectable orange to notice a man walk up to her booth. "Oh!" she quietly gasps, jumping a little bit and covering her mouth. "If you want any of the dried herbs or bouquets behind me let me know! youre free to touch and peruse as much as youd like." -@not-your-chosen Rowena for whichever brand of loki you prefer!

Loki had not seen the sunlight in countless years. Loki had lost track of time, not a clue what year it was anymore. Days had slipped away, moons had passed and seasons flied by. Loki had completely and utterly given up, unable to end his own life for the fear of leaving his extensive family alone, the same family that had given up on trying to 'save' him. The trickster had no known what had made him pull himself up from the spot he had been sitting, what had convinced him to grab his coat and walk out of his home away from the illusion he had built for his own comfort. His wife standing looking at him, a grand dress flowing around her, hair swaying in the non existent wind, coated in a green glow, expressionless face, curious at watching him walk out the door before fading into nothingness once was out of the door and out of sight. Wearing a long coat down to his ankles, trousers tucked into his ankle boots, black shirt under his coat. Loki hid his eyes under the sunglasses, knowing they would be glowing green by now after over indulging in being with the illusion of his long dead wife's company. Looking up from the stall he raised his eyebrow, taken back by the magic radiating off of the young lady in front of her. "Oh" Loki spoke surprised at his own voice, he had not heard himself speak for a long time. "Is there anything here for those... familiar with sorcery ?" he asked under his breath not wanting anyone around them to hear but wanting her to know that he knew what she was capable of.

#professor loki #Rowena #not-your-chosen

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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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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loki-ioki · 1 month

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Finally got around to finishing my Sada and Turo horses.

#again as with almost all my designs they do have cutie marks i'm just bad at designing them lol #whether Turo is actually an earth pony like his son OR if he was always a unicorn but his horn broke so he made himself a new one and #Arven is somehow an earth pony even tho neither of his parents are is up to u #loki's art #mlp au #mlp #my little pony #my litte pony friendship is magic #pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet and violet #professor sada #professor turo #Sada #Turo #also i know turo's beard is a bit different it's hard for me to put on a horse lol #ALSO while Sada has many ancient traits those are just from her genetics she is not an actual ancient pegasus.

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loopsisloops · 1 year

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This is all I could think of while reading A Study In Suit by the lovely @lowkeyorloki 💖

He’s so hot and FOR WHAT FOR WHAT

Also..

if you haven’t read A Study In Suit *looks deep into your soul* what the hell are you doing with your life

#I’ve had this in my drafts since AUGUST OF LAST YEAR?#i could’ve sworn I posted it #he’s so hot I could punch a wall #A Study In Suit #asis #professor loki #professor hiddleston #loki fanfction #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki fanfics #college professor au #i was down bad #rated M #18+ fic

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fanficshiddles · 2 years

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Losing Control, Chapter 10

‘What do you want, Professor?’ Emilia asked innocently as she walked over to his desk and perched up on it, instead of sitting on the chair opposite.

Loki had a small smirk on his lips as he narrowed his eyes at her.

‘You’re walking on a very fine line, Emilia.’ He growled low.

‘I was just levelling out the playing field a bit.’ She grinned.

Loki pushed his chair backwards and turned to the side. ‘Come here.’ He motioned her to him with a finger.

Curiously, she did slip off the desk and walked round the desk to him, stopping just on front of him. She thought he wouldn’t try anything while in Uni. Even if he did get her to lock the door…

‘Kneel.’ He said calmly, firmly.

‘Excuse me?’ Emilia’s eyebrows shot upwards.

‘You heard me. Now do as you’re told and let’s put that mouth of yours to good use for a change.’

Emilia paused for too long before attempting to take a step back, Loki struck quickly and grabbed her wrist.

‘You were making such a delightful show in class, why don’t you show me again with the real thing. Or are you not confident enough in your skills, hmm?’ He taunted, not letting go of her wrist while he watched her face closely, he could tell her mind was ticking it over.

Whilst she wanted nothing more than to worship his cock, she would never admit that to him.

She glanced over at the door, worried incase someone came in.

‘You locked it, no one is coming in. Even if they did, would be rather exciting for them to see a student with her professor’s large cock down her throat, wouldn’t it?’ He smirked.

He could see the hesitation in her, but his cock twitched excitedly when she finally decided to sink down to her knees on front of him.

‘Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?’ He cooed and stroked her hair.

The way he praised her confused her. It irritated her so much, but also made butterflies swarm in her stomach. And Loki could tell she was torn with it by the look on her face, which amused him.

He trailed his hand down the side of her face, then brushed his thumb along her lower lip before slipping it between her lips. She instantly started sucking on his thumb, making his cock stir even more.

When she swirled her tongue around his thumb, he lost all meaning of patience. Removing his thumb from her mouth, he undid his belt and trousers, freeing his already hard cock that bobbed right on front of her face, reminding her of how large he was.

‘Go on, pet. If you do a good enough job, I might even reward you.’ He grinned down at her.

‘What, will you give me an A in your class?’ She snorted.

Loki chuckled. ‘You wish. Now, get to work.’ He growled low, his eyes darkening slightly in lust.

She was about to try and make a witty remark, but Loki slipped his hand into her hair and when she opened her mouth to speak, he forced her down on his cock.

Emilia was a bit stunned at first as she choked on his cock, but when he eased up on his grip in her hair, she put her hands onto his thighs to steady herself as she began sucking him off properly. Now she had him in her mouth, she couldn’t stop herself from doing a good job.

But she did decide to toy with him a little first.

After lavishing her tongue around the tip of his cock, she very lightly grazed her teeth along his cock, looking up at him innocently under her long lashes.

‘Watch those teeth of yours.’ He snarled in warning and glared down at her.

She giggled around his cock, making him groan at the vibrations as she ran her tongue on the underside of him. She ended up having a lot of fun, teasing him and backing off at the right time.

Loki knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, her mouth felt so delightful. She was really going to town, had him as far down as she could manage, using a sucking motion.

But then she pulled back and started licking just the top of him like a lollipop, while making moaning noises and exaggerated slurping sounds.

‘Behave, you.’ He growled in another warning, but there was a smirk on his lips at her antics, glad she was having a bit of fun.

Emilia then focused on the task at hand, as her jaw was starting to ache a bit. So she made a good suction motion with her mouth and bobbed up and down him quickly, getting aroused at the noises he made. Grunts and moans sounded so erotic coming from him.

When he was about to cum, he reached down and gripped her hair. ‘I’m going to cum!’ He growled, giving her a heads up.

He thought she might have pulled away, but instead she took him a bit further to the back of her mouth and swallowed his cum as he throbbed hotly against her tongue.

‘Oh yes, pet.’ He groaned as he looked down and saw her swallowing him.

She still looked innocently up at him when she leaned back, licking her lips. ‘So… about that A?’

Loki’s eyes darkened slightly and he suddenly pounced for her. ‘You’re getting more than an A.’ He growled as he lifted her up onto his desk very swiftly, making her gasp in surprise.

He made short work of pulling her leggings off, along with her knickers, then he pushed her legs wide open and leaned down, grinning widely at her. She was already glistening in arousal.

She blushed hard and looked up at the roof, the way he was looking at her down there was far too intently.

‘Mmm, you look so delectable, pet.’ He purred and kissed from her ankle down, getting closer and closer to her centre.

Emilia let out a squeak when without much warning, he covered her cunt with his hot mouth and let his tongue drag up and down through her folds, teasingly just avoiding her clit with each lick. But his tongue felt so good down there, she felt like she was in heaven already.

‘Holy fuck!’ She whined, gripping the side of the desk.

Loki chuckled against her and delved through her folds again, dipping his tongue just into her and wiggling it around, his nose pressed against her clit making her buck upwards. So he reached up and put a firm hand to her abdomen, holding her down on the desk.

Then after a while of teasing, he pulled out the killer move. He slowly trailed his tongue up towards her clit, circling it widely at first before finally licking firmly over it up and down. She let out a scream as she came hard, Loki quickly reached up with his impossibly long arm and covered her mouth.

‘Shhh, pet. Unless you want other students to hear? Hmm? I think they would be very jealous of your position if they were to burst in.’ He said cockily.

She scarcely registered what he said as she was panting behind his hand, her body trembling from the orgasm.

‘I’ve barely even gotten started with you yet and already you’ve cum.’ He hummed as he looked at her cunt again, using his free hand he slid his fingers around her wetness, making her whimper and writhe around.

‘Are you going to keep quiet? Or do I need to gag you?’

She nodded, her brain still a little fuzzy though.

‘Good girl.’ Loki slowly removed his hand from her mouth, then with a wink he went back down between her thighs. The sight alone nearly made her have another orgasm.

She was only able to watch him down there for a moment, his eyes were locked on hers intently as he used his magic tongue on her, gently stimulating her clit often. She let her head fall back down against the desk and she just tried to focus on the ceiling, but she ended up closing her eyes as she could feel him pushing her to the edge once more already.

‘Holy fuck, this is insane.’ She garbled out, unable to believe how incredible his tongue felt on her down there. Something she could most definitely get used to.

When Loki made her cum again, she wasn’t able to keep completely quiet, but quiet enough as she bit her lower lip hard to stop herself from being too loud.

Loki lapped up all she had to offer him, smacking his lips together once he eventually finished. But Emilia couldn’t move when Loki stepped back from her, she lay limp on his desk as he walked up the side and tucked his cock away.

‘Are you still alive?’ He chuckled and slid his hand under her top, lightly tracing circles around her stomach, making her jump and tingle from his touch.

‘I… I don’t know.’ She stammered out, forcing herself to look at him as she still struggled to get her breathing back under control.

‘Have you ever had someone go down on you?’ Loki asked, then he sat down on his chair, still stroking her skin lightly.

‘Nope… The guys I’ve been with previously have always thought it too… icky.’ She admitted as she then managed to sit up, but Loki grabbed her and turned her around so she was facing him and her legs were dangling down on front of him.

‘But let me guess, they still expected you to go down on them? Hmm?’ He asked knowingly as he trailed his fingers up and down her calves, making her squirm.

‘Yeah, they did.’ She nodded.

Loki shook his head and tsked. ‘Typical boys, don’t know what they’re doing with a woman. This is why I’ve told you you’re wasting your time with them.’

Emilia was really starting to see why and did agree with him. Not that she would ever tell him that, of course.

‘Maybe guys in general are a waste of time.’ She shrugged.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her and tickled the back of her knees, making her squeal and try to kick out, but he didn’t let up for a few moments. When he stopped, he slid his hands down to encase her ankles and keep her in place.

‘Have I been a waste of your time?’ He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Emilia tried to glare back at him, but crumbled under his stare. ‘Mmm… Your class has been.’ She smirked.

Loki squeezed her ankles and growled. ‘Remember you’re in my office right now, pet. Do you want me to bend you over my desk and redden your backside so you can’t sit comfortably for the rest of the day?’

‘No! No…’ She said quickly, eyes wide at the mere thought of it.

Then the bell rang, signalling the start of the next period.

‘Ah, saved by the bell.’ She laughed nervously as Loki reluctantly let go of her ankles so she could shimmy off the desk and start putting her knickers and leggings back on.

‘What do you have next?’ Loki asked, watching her carefully from his chair.

‘Oh, uhh…’ She trailed off long enough until she was at the door and had it unlocked, then she looked back at him. ‘Free period.’ She smirked and rushed out the door as quickly as possible before he had a chance to get her again and carry out his threat on her poor bum.

‘Little minx.’ Loki said to himself as she left, with a smirk on his face.

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #Losing control #professor Loki #loki x ofc

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anukulee · 8 months

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Cuteness Overload and Interviews (Tom Hiddleston Audio Edition)

Are you ready because I think it’s time you all die over his cuteness, so hope you all enjoyed your lives,

So let us begin………

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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.

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“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.

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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*

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