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andsheloved · 2 years

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pairing ~ sir thomas sharpe x f!reader

word count ~ 1.3k

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

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

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

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

And in a way, maybe it was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm right here."

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

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

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

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

Just as he always did.

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

"Was it-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the nightmares began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m here my dear, I always will be.”

fall-ish time = crimson peak time always for me. i know it has been a while and this isn't a huge fic or anything, but i've been writing this one on and off since things got a bit weird for me mentally, i just needed some pointless, fluffy, reassurance for my brain being weird, and hey if it came from thomas sharpe that wouldn't be too bad either :) i hope you all are doing so so good and thank you all for all your nice messages recently, i promise i will respond to all of them so soon!!

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multifandom-worlds · 1 year

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Still Under Your Spell

Genre: Spicy but not smut

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: N/A

Authors Note: This is a part 2 of @holdmytesseract's fic Under Your Spell feature model!Tom Hiddleston. Give that a read if you haven't yet!

It has been months since I got my Calvin Klien photoshoot done by her, and she has been on my mind since. Many people have photographed me throughout my career, but none like her. I found every waking thought to wander back to her; how is she doing? Does she think of me too? Should I be reading more into our interactions, or was it strictly professional on her end? Was I the only one feeling these things? On impulse, I booked another session with her for today.

I walk up to the door, palms sweating. I have no idea why I'm so nervous; I've been here before, and I've been photographed millions of times by now, but this photographer just makes me feel some type of way.

Sam was there to greet me again.

"Back again, I see. You're not the first model to return for my little shutterbug. Go on in; she's just finishing up with another model. I didn't tell her it was you coming back." She spoke before ushering me back to the studio. I wanted to get some photos done for my own personal collections and some to send to my family - at least, that was the reasoning I used.

I stroll back, watching her work. She was professional and dignified, not the stuttering, flustered woman I had met months ago. Leaning against the doorframe, my thoughts begin to drift, wondering what her lip would feel like, wondering what kissing her would be like. Would she be receptive and let me lead her? Would she take the lead? Would her hands be around my neck or in my hair? Would she even let me kiss her, or does she have a partner? These questions plagued my mind as I watched her.

My thoughts turned less savoury as she crouched down for a shot, her jeans pulling tight against her ass, accentuating the delicious curve. Thankfully, she stood up shortly after; objectifying her like that felt wrong. I tried to shift my thoughts to more benign things, but all I could think of was her and feeling her body beneath my hands. I want her so bad; I almost walked out to prevent anything from happening, but just as I was leaving, I caught her eye, and she blushed. It looks like I’m going through with it after all.

She finishes up with the other client before hurriedly him to the front of the studio for Sam to finish up with, leaving her and I alone. She bites her lip before nervously greeting me. “H-hello again, Tom. What brings you back?” She questions, fiddling with her camera.

“I loved our session last time; I want some more casual photos done to send to my family,” I said, hands in the pockets of my jeans. I could see her eyes trailing down my body before flicking back up to meet my eyes. This is a common occurrence for me, but I can’t explain why with her, but it feels different somehow.

She shifts some furniture around while I head back to the changing room to change and freshen myself up. I pop in a mint to freshen my breath while throwing my hair back into a bun and exit the room to see the studio switched around. The bed that was there is now returned into a couch, and several artificial “walls” and doorframes were erected. To say I was impressed would be an understatement. She is an impressive woman; my infatuation with her grows stronger the longer I am in her presence.

She goes over some basic ideas she had for the shoot before we get started. She took a few shots before coming to me to get my opinion. I decided now would be as good a time as any to test the water to see how receptive she would be to my advances. I look over her shoulder, gently brushing my hand against her hip. She blushed, swallowing hard before trying to focus back on her camera.

I return to the couch, sitting on the back of it with my feet on the cushions, looking at her intensely, hooking my tongue piercing against my teeth. That got a reaction out of her. “You know,” I spoke, standing up and slowly walking towards her, “I’ve heard kissing someone with a tongue piercings can be quite the….experience.”

She shutters slightly, meeting my eye. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never kissed someone with a tongue piercing before,” she replied, biting her lip. I could see her nervous excitement as she looked between me and the door to her studio. I made it to her before placing my hands on her hips, pulling her roughly into me, our hips colliding. “Would you like to kiss someone with a tongue piercing? And a lip piercing on top of that?” I question, leaning in until our lips were only a hairsbreadth away. What happens next depends entirely on the following words that leave her perfect, painted lips.

“Y-yes…”

I closed the distance between us the second the word left her lips. Her lips were incredibly soft, much softer than I imagined. She didn’t hesitate to return the kiss; the way her hands trailed up my arms before coming to rest on my shoulders gave me goosebumps. Her touch so so gentle, but the implications behind them were so heavy. I pull her closer and carefully walk her backwards until her back slams against the wall, but her lips never leave mine. I ran my tongue across her lower lip, curious if she would give me entry and to my surprise and delight, she parted her lips slightly.

All thoughts in my head disappear as soon as our tongues start battling for dominance, the low moans that bubble in her throat, the way she arches her back, pressing her hips into me even more. Breaking the kiss to catch my breath, I take in her appearance, committing it to memory. Flushed cheeks, smeared lipstick, I could so quickly get addicted to this, to her. Letting go of her hips with one hand, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before resting on her cheek. Her already-flushed face deepened, and she cleared her throat.

“No one has kissed me…like that.” She mutters, her eyes downcast. Was she embarrassed? Did she not like it? I drop my hands before attempting to step back, but she gently pulls me back, her eyes meeting mine. “Do…can you do it again? I liked it..”

That was all the confirmation I needed. "With pleasure," I spoke before returning to kiss her, slipping my tongue back into her mouth and continuing my exploration. She tasted so fucking good; I can’t get enough of her. My hands roam downwards slightly before coming to rest on her butt. I needed more; I craved more.

“Jump; I can hold you,” I ordered between heated kisses. She jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist without breaking the kiss, clinging onto me as I walked her over to the couch and carefully dropping her onto her back. “I can’t get you out of my mind,” I growl in her ear, kneeling over her, hands skimming her body and watching for any signs of discomfort. All I saw in her beautiful eyes was a desperate want, a want I was more than happy to give into.

I quickly pull my hair out before returning my attention to her; I want her to realize how a woman like her should be kissed and worshipped. I want her to be mine and mine alone. Her fingers tangle in my hair as our lips collide again, her desperate need palpable. She was enjoying herself, and that’s all I needed to keep going. I will give her every inch of me if she asks, right here, right now.

She was the one to break the kiss, breaths heaving as she looked up at me. She was about to say something, but Sam’s voice was calling from the doorway, interrupting her. “Shutterbug, your next client is here!”

I quickly stand up, offering her my hand to help her to her feet before wiping some of the lipstick off her lip with my thumb and pulling out a piece of paper from my pocket. “Here’s my number; I wouldn’t mind seeing you again, outside the studio, that is..” I say before handing her the paper and walking towards the door connecting the studio to the lobby before turning back and winking at her. “Thanks for the great session, Shutterbug; I look forward to hearing from you soon.”

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ladycamillewrites · 1 year

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Against the odds

Chapter 6 - Vulnerably Beautiful

warnings: 18+ smuttish, violence (in the movie they're filming), mean press, emotional chaos

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“Alex?!“ You exclaimed, a hasty hand covering your agape mouth in shock, eyes torn wide open. Your heels clicked on the cold concrete floor of the deserted warehouse as shaky legs took a few steps back.

It was a fateful, dramatic scene you were shooting right now. Raw emotions were seething and trust bonds crumbling as Victoria followed Alexander’s car to get back an important folder she forgot after the last court date.

She ended in a scary warehouse to find the man she had given her body to, pointing a gun at a guy who was painfully tied to a chair, ten henchmen standing around him like sinister bodyguards. She knew about illegal trades and shady business but seeing him on the brink of killing, showing his real face was disturbing to Victoria.

“Wha- what is… Are you“ You stammered, gripping your handbag for dear life as the camera swiftly swung around your frame.

You had really gotten the hang of acting.

It was actually very demanding and challenging to meet the high expectancies of directors and executive producers but that was nothing foreign to you coming from the harsh model business. On the contrary, filming was a lot more fun than you had expected, maybe replacing modeling if someone would offer you another role after The Moralizer.

“Darling, that’s not-“ Tom exclaimed, stopping and sighing as he realized that the loaded gun in his right hand delivered a rather explicit image he couldn’t deny. Not anymore.

“Fuck“ his deep voice yelled, a rough stomp on the ground echoed across the empty hall. Your steps backwards became more rapid, your face still contorted in unexplainable emotions.

God, you loved acting with expressions, your eyes and mouth. It felt like living another person's exiting life for a sweet moment.

“Victoria, wait! Damnit“ Tom cried out, the camera focusing on his black dress shoes beginning to run after you. It was all loaded, tense and erratic.

You turned on your heels the camera switching to your heels making their hasty way across the concrete floor until you stumbled, the fall well trained and painless. Your white blouse was instantly stained, a skilled hand peppered the fake blood on your forehead as the camera angle was changed again.

Phew, those quickly turning and bending flying cameras would get you dizzy one day...

Tom hovered over your hunched body, heavy pants conducted his toned chest, straining the fabric of the white dress shirt so temptingly. No wonder Victoria was corrupted by this man. He was unbearably sexy.

Or was it become he was Tom? Perhaps…

“He stole some pretty important things from me. I can’t tolerate that“ he rasped, ocean blues looking down at you as if they were loving but chiding you at the same time. A fucked-up mixture toying with your real emotions.

Real goosebumps travelled your bare legs from how easily Tom transferred the increasing tension with only a slight change in the pitch of his voice and a mere gaze. He was an absolute marvel. World class.

“That’s vigilante justice. Liable to prosecution“ you muttered without gazing up at Tom, the impression of Victoria fleeing into her lawyer alter ego to process the situation was easier than you expected. If you were her, you would have the same.

Well, you were her. Still an overwhelming feeling.

“How handy that you, my intelligent dove, are my defense attorney“ Tom chuckled, the camera lined up at his extended hand that reached out for you to grab it.

And that was it.

“Cut! Twenty minutes break“.

A coy smile crept up on your lips as you were finally allowed to take Tom’s hand and get up from the freezing cold concrete. It was hard to still feel your butt at all.

“You did amazing, darling“ the tall man grinned warmly, wrapping one arm around your shoulder as you made your way to the holy coffee machine. A ritual you had developed after all those weeks of filming together.

Of course no one knew about the lucid dreams that haunted you ever since you laid eyes on Tom’s full glory. It had been an accident nevertheless, a very special one both of you officially handled like adults. Emphasis on officially. Perhaps Tom truly wasn’t disturbed by your bare encounter and those sinful images were only in your lusty mind but it undeniable. Returning to visit you every single night and you weren’t even sorry about it.

If you could only really have him.

“Y/n? Tom? I suppose you might want to see this“ Tom’s personal assistant Maddie asked with a prominent trembling in her delicate voice. Rarely so, what only goaded the instant anxiety rising in your mind.

The friendly woman handed him her tablet, several tabs of big tabloids were opened, brightening both your faces. Then you read the first headline in utter shock.

++ Half a year after a dramatic breakup - Y/n Hemsworth now seducing freshly split up Marvel actor

++ The Moralizer duo seen leaving Hiddleston’s apartment - What does Nate Thompson say?

Tom Hiddleston (Marvel’s Loki) seen with best friend’s hotly debated sister

This was hell.

And you definitely weren’t ready to face all this bullshit again. Maybe you would’ve been strong enough in a few moths or years but right now and first and foremost with Tom it was pure torture.

You looked so gleeful on the slightly blurry pic one of those paparazzis took; a broad grin on rosy lips and sparkling eyes looking up at Tom as if he was your everything. He was.

“Damn“ Tom whispered, instantly wrapping his protective arms around you, caging you and pressing your face flush against his chest. He just knew you would cry but under no circumstances should everyone see you in such a vulnerable state. What you felt was most private and intimate and so the handsome Brit shielded you from everyone’s curious gazes.

Hot tears began to run down your cheeks shamelessly mingling with the fabric of his dress shirt. Silent sobs accompanied Tom’s soothing “shhh“ as he dragged you into an empty trailer, careful so you wouldn’t stumble under the immense weight on your delicate shoulder.

Weight a cruel world had put on you. Weight that wasn't even your fault.

“How dare they?“ You muffled in his clothed armpit, Tom’s big hand caressing the back of your head so lovingly. “I am so incredibly sorry, y/n“. Low vibrations rung in your ears, fighting against the high-pitched beep disturbing your mind.

It had been perfect the last weeks. You were truly happy again for the first time after leaving Nate and now they wanted to take it from you again. All of it.

“Please know I am here for you. If you need anything, just tell or call. For heaven's sake send me a carrier pigeon. I don’t mind“ Tom continued, the scent of his trademark cologne calming your restless mind just like the thick British accent you had been drooling over so many times.

And as if naturally, he succeeded with brightening your mood.

A shy giggle escaped your lips, salty from all those tears. “A carrier pigeon?“ You asked with a light smile, looking up at the handsome man whose ocean blue orbs were eying you with an awe-struck expression.

Oh, you loved this look. It made you feel loved and cared about, something primal what had been undated for so long.

His rich laughter echoed through the trailer, shiny white teeth exposed in a symphony of low, thundering noises. Soothing and radiating joy, you’d say if someone asked you to describe those unique chuckles. “If you feel like it, darling. And if you have one, of course“ Tom winked, a loose curl tilting as he coked his head to the side.

He was so handsome and he knew it.

But would he really do it on purpose? With you?

Or was this really 'just' a beautiful, deep friendship?

The keycard beeped, a green light positively flashed as you let yourself in.

The hotel room became quite messy since last weeks press antics which took an heavier toll on your sanity than you expected. Perhaps because it was Tom they saw you with; the man for whom your feelings became undeniable, like cold snow coating a broken heart to keep it from dying.

You needed him but the last week was hard. 'Just the world testing you' you kept murmuring to yourself.

You wished the headlines to be true to a certain extent though. To be his was an old dream theatrically revived during the first time you met him again.

But not like they saw you, not like the cruel, blasphemous world wanted to display you; a lost, slutty woman who wrapped him around her pinky out of sheer despair.

However, this wasn’t the only thing that kept you from finally admitting all those feelings. You didn’t even know if Tom reciprocated them…

Tossing your tote bag on the bed, your heels were next to slip off landing on the carpet with two dull thuds. A rather short day of filming was behind you yet you body was tired, craving sleep or distraction or whatever.

Suddenly you saw a white package placed right next to your nightstand, a little note from the hotel stuff glued on top “delivery for Ms Hemsworth room 23“.

Who the hell sent you a package without you knowing? Chris maybe? But then you shouldn’t open it. Could be an alligator after all.

Nosy hands did their best to rip off the tape, a luxurious looking second box showed itself. With furrowed brows you lifted it out, undoing the black ribbon with rapt attention. As the cover finally slid down the edge of your bed, beautiful emerald green fabric was revealed; a dress.

Gasping at the unique design you almost ignored the little letter hidden between the silk.

Darling,

Unfortunately there was no carrier pigeon available to deliver this little gift so I had to make do with the royal mail. My sincerest apologies.

I won’t lie to myself anymore and admit that I cannot accept the negative feelings that are troubling you hence I would love to take you out for dinner tonight.

If you feel like joining me, I’ll be humbly waiting in your hotel lobby at 7pm…

Yours truly, Tom

You couldn’t keep in the childish squeak of joy as you pressed the dress close to your heart. Your heart wanted to absorb it alongside all of Tom's kindness. The broad smile he always summoned was back, lingering on your lips like your guardian angel.

A date with Tom was not what you expected from this little career change but wow. You wouldn’t decline, that was for sure.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look?“ Tom mused, candle light casting flawless shadows on his sharp features while velvet lips were curled up in an admiring smile.

The handsome Brit didn’t stop beaming with glee since you happily took his hand in the lobby. It was a dream come true for the man who had been thinking about you day and night, wishing he would see you every morning in his lonely apartment.

It felt so full with you, so complete.

“Tom, you’ve told me about ten times already“ you giggled, enjoying the last bit of mousse au chocolate melting on your tongue. Dinner with Tom had been incredible. You ended up in his apartment eating what he had prepared as if he was a personal chef and damn, you savored every second of this private date.

“Then make it eleven“ he winked, hungry steel blues traveling down your neck, taking a turn at your exposed collarbone and flashing a quick look at your cleavage.

He was a subtle gentleman but with every minute of you sitting in front of him, smiling brighter than the sun and telling small anecdotes of your thoughts while playing Victoria, it got so much harder to restrain the loving need.

“In one aspect they’re right... you are very charming Mister Hiddleston“

But your small chuckle died as he lavishly licked the last bits of cream from the golden spoon. Tom’s wet tongue flicked and hugged the metal, collecting every last bit with skilled motions. Lewdly.

How would he feel between your legs?

God get a grip!

A decent neck rub should veil your trailed off thoughts but Tom’s irresistible smirk spoke volumes. He did it on full purpose and you proudly stepped in the thirst trap. How very embarrassing, wasn't it?

The blonde man's veiny hand crawled closer to yours, long digits stroking the back of your hand as if you were the most precious diamond that had to be kept safe and sound.

However, there was else lurking in the narrowed blue eyes, something darker and uncharted that pulled you under an invisible spell. “Should I walk you back to the hotel, y/n?“ He asked, the low timbre layered with an obvious hope for a 'no' as an answer.

And you delivered it wantonly.

“Tommy?“

“Hm?“ He hummed eyes casted on yours as if glued onto with pure honey.

Was it lust in those eyes every woman dreamed of to wake up to?

“I have to tell you something…“ your heart missed a beat as you so boldly introduced the most fragile of confessions. Planned or not, it had been only a matter of time until you wouldn't be able to keep shut about it anymore. Now, there was no going back and it should scare you to the core.

But it didn’t. Not in the slightest.

The tall Brit suddenly stood up, hips elegantly weaving past the mahogany table and approaching your tensed self with those tantalizingly long legs.

Sometimes one could think it was Loki all along playing a mischievous trick on the world while disguising as Tom Hiddleston. It could be…maybe?

You didn’t know why but you got up as he reached you, your head tilting up to meet his charming smile that alone could sweep you off you feet. Nonetheless, it was the man behind this flawless demeanor who caught your erratic, skittish heart and kept it safe.

And you were ready to unfold what it harbored.

“I love you, y/n“ he whispered without any warning of the faithful gravity of his remark, shocking you. A gentle hand sliding in between your styled hair and delicate neck held you and coaxed your body closer.

Wow. Your breath hitched for a second that felt like eternity while your mind opened the makeshift gutter of all those unchained emotions. It overwhelmed you as they ran free but Tom’s soft lips on yours silenced the whole world.

You grew used to Tom’s film kisses but this was something entirely different. Passionate and feral almost. Like devouring a gratification which had been denied for far too long. Smacking sounds echoed through his apartment, hasty hands were quick to travel each other’s body like starved humans.

“I love you, too“ you panted between heavy kisses and dancing tongues, your thighs clenching as Tom’s greedy hands unzipped the back of your dress with ease. A second later, silky fabric pooled around your ankles leaving you in admittedly suggesting lingerie you decided to wore just in case.

Well, the case had occurred.

“So gorgeous“ the tall Brit purred deeper than his jet black Jaguar before tossing his jacket to the floor not caring whether it landed where it should or not.

All that mattered right now was you and his long hidden devotion towards the little sister of his best friend. You were the woman he would chose to spend forever with. Even if forever was just a lifetime.

Strong hands picked you up, your shaky legs warped around his waist as your forehead rested against the apex of his strained neck. Primal feelings and wanton lust simmered in both your systems, ready to break free when the time was ripe. Low hums and groans escaped his parted lips, the decent touch of your fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt was almost too much. God, he needed to feel this, you, every single night.

With loving gentleness Tom dropped you on the bed, the now fully opened shirt was quick to leave, exposing those deliciously defined shoulders and pecks you had been snuggling up against countless times already.

Your co-star’s patience and respect was unmatched, the way he had calmed you down after reckless news or mean messages from Nate was healing those scars in a way you never knew was possible.

“You have no idea for how long I’ve been wanting this“ he groaned, breath tickling your ear, his hand unbuckling the belt sent an incredible friction down your spine. An unmeasurable level of anticipation and lust you had never felt with your ex.

Nate had been the problem, not you. Tom made it clear as day.

“I need you Tom. Please“

“Are you sure? We can wait, darling“ questingly raised eyebrows faced you, the trousers hitting the floor with a small smack of metal on wood leaving both of you in only underwear. And visibly aroused.

Oh, of course you wanted him. More than anyone else in this world and you knew damn well that you couldn’t wait any longer.

A hasty nod alongside one of your innocent, happy smiles sent Tom over the edge of restrained gentlemanliness. Those big hands began to trail every single of your curves so lovingly while strong hips bucked against your crotch. Sweet sizzles pampered all those sensitive nerves, making you crave more of his intoxicating touch.

“Will you be mine? After all those years…finally?“ The handsome Brit panted, his voice descending in a low growl as you greedily slipped his boxers down, your own panties following.

Someone took control over your lust-drunken actions but it was cool. It couldn’t feel any better than just right. Because that’s what it was; right.

And no one would ever take it from you again, would they?

“Make love to me, Tom“ you moaned wantonly, your delicate voice the most harmonizing sound in his ears. “Oh, darling. Why are you so perfect?“. His deep, purring praises sounded sweeter than dripping honey, satisfied but greedy at the same time. The moment you’ve dreamed of during so many lonely nights finally arrived.

If death had a lovely twin on cloud nine, you just met him.

“God, how did I deserve you?“ Another one of Tom’s adorable rhetorical questioned escaped his mouth, agape in the raw pleasure your unison bestowed on him.

Feeble candle light flickered through the open door, drowning the Brit’s unique curls in a gingerly orange giving him an ethereal touch. He was the selfless savior of your broken heart after all. Something godly to you who had deemed healing impossible.

“Thomas“ your lewd, little moans were a seething elixir to his soul, his full name fleeing your wet lips was something he wanted to savor so badly. Frame the sound if possible.

It didn’t take any more to spur him on. Your love was more than enough.

Looking unfairly fine, Tom‘s defined torso was strained by hard working muscles as he gifted you the night of your life. The first of hopefully more than 1001 nights of pleasure and passion.

“Darling, I made the pasta you loved so much“ Tom’s soft voice echoed through the apartment.

You had only left for a day of filming or to check out of the hotel you were originally staying in. Since the night of confessions you had spent every free minute with your Tom. Your boyfriend no one yet knew about. The press might took it as a fling, something sexual but no. You were far more.

“Coming“ you yelled back sliding out of his king sized bed, the book you lend from him placed on the nightstand. Shakespeare was written on the cover. Of course it was.

At the moment, it felt like living a dream but you knew sooner or later the romantic coastal road would become a bumpy ride iahend thepublic realized what was going on between the two of you. A matter of time to be exact but the seconds of intimacy you had left were cherished like an ancient treasure.

You had never been happier and so was Tom, the charming smile only leaving his soft lips when he was asleep or worshipping your body.

buzz buzz

Reflexively, you accepted the video call, a grinning Chris soon appearing on the screen of your phone. Not spending a single thought on your obvious surroundings you greeted him, beginning to talk about the scenes you were filming at the moment until your brother had realized. Your mistake.

“What?! Why are you looking like a guppy?“ You asked confusedly, Tom trying to muffle his laughter in the background.

“This kitchen… Tom? - I know you’re there“ He suddenly yelled, a wicked sparkle in those baby blues you’ve known for your lifetime. But his voice was ever so rich, the chosen volume almost shattering the speaker of your phone.

Shit you internally cursed, almost tossing the phone across the room as your thumb hastily tried to find the red button. Chris didn’t know yet.

Well, not until now.

“Oh no! The big brother will come for me“ Tom feigned shock, giggling like a child as his strong arms wrapped around your waist to keep you close. Close to home.

As expected, the pasta had been to die for but the constant vibration of your phone became unbearable. Chris‘ nosiness became unbearable. Eventually, you convinced Tom to make the dishes yourself so he could take a shower but it was some alone time you obtained by fraud. Chris would continue to annoy the hell out of you if he didn’t get an answer soon.

You knew him like the back of your hand.

Stifling your uncontrolled, ashamed laughter in the fabric of your shirt, blood pooled in your cheeks. Chris might look like Thor but oh boy, he was far from the god’s level of decency.

“Y/n?“ Thomas’ whiny voice found his way from out of the huge bathroom.

“Tommy?“ You yelled back, still unable to suppress the sugary giggle in your theatrical question. Your older brother often managed to make you laugh but Tom’s faux childish, hurt pleas and whimpers did an even better job at entertaining your fun side. This man was a whole comedian himself.

“Asgard feels so lonely without you…“ it came promptly.

“Aww my love“ you chuckled “I’m on my way“.

It took you only a few steps and a quick slide out of your knitted dress to open the bathroom door naked and ready to join him in the shower. But it seemed you were too late, Tom’s tall, athletic body already soaking wet and leaning casually against the black wall tiles.

This man was definitely an addictive sight to see.

“Remnants of James Conrad“ he chuckled, ocean blue orbs trailing your curves in complete adoration. You were a holy temple to him and a day without worshiping his goddess was a lost one. The rain shower continued to pepper warm water droplets across the broad shoulders, the shiny pearls running down the deep ridges of his defined abs that flexed as Tom reached out for you.

Longing for you.

“And you’re sure there’s no way I can see the movie prior?“ You complained whiny, feeling the hot water embracing you alongside Tom’s strong arms that pressed you flush against his muscular form. God, he was tall…

“I’m afraid no. But I can introduce you to the Captain“ he groaned in the crook of your neck, ardent kisses and love bites were peppered all across your bare neck and shoulders. His mouth was hotter than the water, reviving those butterflies in your belly and the twitching nerves of your core longing for Tom’s exquisite touch.

He had ruined you and effectively so.

“Thomas… I thought you wanted to shower“ You giggled coyly, anything but averted to what your handsome Brit had planned.

Big palms wandered down your cheeks before he grabbed your thighs lifting you up and pressing your back flush against the wall. “Hmm… What about a little multitasking?“ Tom growled sealing his velvet lips with yours, water pouring along your faces, weaving past the heated kiss and deflected by the light stubble of his beard.

“Thomas William Hiddleston… If I only knew you’re this insatiable“

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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Tom Hiddleston having a teenage little sister headcanon

Tom Hiddleston/ Teenage Little Sister! xreader Headcannon

Summary: Tom has a teenage sister and what their life would be like

Warnings: mentions of feeling anxious, fluff

. Tom would be really busy with filming projects but would still be around for Y/N and be in her life and be a good role model for her

. Reader would love Loki and Loki would be one of her comfort characters and would wanna see Tom in his Loki costume and wig

. Tom would be dressed up as Loki for reader’s bday as a surprise because he knows reader loves Loki and she gets excited but still wants Tom to show up as himself because she loves her brother and misses him when he’s gone but loves the surprise and she hugs him and he comforts her

. Reader would wanna go pick up Tom at the airport whenever he would be arriving home and Tom would hug her when he saw her and they would hangout

. Tom would take reader backstage after a few of his performances and give her and their family front row seats

. Reader invites Tom to her high school graduation ceremony and waits in the back so he doesn’t attract attention because he wants her to have her ceremony and have it be focused on that

. Reader would get to meet Chris Hemsworth since Tom is close with Chris and with them filming in the Thor movies

. Reader draws some Loki fan art and would give some of her fan art to Tom as a gift and Tom would show her art on interviews and would brag about how awesome her art skills are

. Tom would protect reader and family from paparazzi from harassing them knowing reader would get overwhelmed

. Reader and Tom take selfies sometimes when they hangout and reader loves his laugh and will try and tell jokes to make him laugh

. Tom will watch marvel movies with reader and reader will wanna watch other stuff Tom had been in but Tom is shy about it but loves how supportive his sister is

. Tom and reader are very close like best friends and whenever reader needs someone to talk to Tom is always there

Here ya go luv 😊💚 hope you enjoy xx

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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Happiest of Birthdays

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Warnings: pure fluff (I think?)

Summary: it's Tom's birthday and he thinks he's going to have to spend it filming and calling on the phone with you. Is he?

“So… are you sure you can’t come home this week?” you asked, your phone held to your ear by your shoulder as you stirred the sauce for your bolognese. “I mean, it is your birthday, Tom,” you sighed, hearing a breathy chuckle on the other end of the phone.

“Well, I did ask but unfortunately, they needed me here in Atlanta for the next two weeks,” you heard the man sigh and you frowned but kept quiet as he continued speaking, “but we can still video chat, my darling, I could never forget to celebrate with you.”

You smiled and let the sauce simmer as you made your way over to the dining room and sat in one of the chairs, “shall we buy a cake and blow out the candles on the phone?”

Tom laughed and you heard him turn over in bed, the springs creaking beneath the man’s weight, “that sounds like a wonderful idea, darling.”

You grinned and blew a kiss down the phone before whispering, “I have to go, I will video call you later, my love.”

“Take care, Y/N,” your husband hummed down the phone before you hung up.

With a deep sigh, you shook your head and made your way into the kitchen to finish up your evening meal. While eating that night, you bought plane tickets to Atlanta that would leave the day before Tom’s birthday. You went to bed that night with a bright grin on your face that would put Loki to shame.

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You imagined the way his face would light up when he saw you, how he would engulf you in his arms and whisper how much he loved you. You even allowed your mind to slip into the more filthy thoughts as you poured your morning coffee on the day of your flight. Your suitcase was packed and you were ready for your flight. You had messaged Tom saying that you would be busy for the rest of the day so your normal call schedule would need to be put on hold. You regretted lying to him but if you didn’t, you would ruin the surprise and the birthday boy wouldn’t be very surprised.

Your taxi got to the house you and Tom shared and the cabbie helped you pack away the suitcase before beginning the journey to the airport.

“So, you going anywhere special?” the cabbie asked, looking in the rearview mirror to smile at you.

“Husband is on a business trip, I’m going to surprise him,” you answered simply, looking out of the window and sighing. You missed Tom so much, your heart ached terribly to wake up to the bed being cold beside you. Normally he would be away filming, sure, but he would never be away over his birthday.

You made it to the airport and sent Tom a quick text to say that you were alright and that you hoped he had a good day filming. When you saw that your plane was boarding, you grabbed your hand luggage and headed for the gate. Settling into your seat by the window, you waited to be up in the clouds before your eyes drooped and you fell asleep.

“Ma’am,” came the polite whisper from a stewardess as she gently held your shoulder, “we’re landing in five minutes, you need to wake up.”

You slowly opened your eyes and nodded gratefully to the woman before yawning and stretching your muscles. You had been asleep the whole flight? Impressive. You watched as the plane landed and you smiled with excitement as you realised that you were finally going to see Tom again after so long!

You ordered a taxi and waited outside of the airport after grabbing your luggage and when it arrived, you gave him the name of the hotel that Tom was staying at and the journey began. As you watch the buildings fly by, you smiled at the thought of being wrapped up in Tom’s arms again, the thought of your lips pressing against his. You grabbed your phone and looked at the text that you had gotten four hours into your flight.

Hope you are really alright, darling, don’t forget that cake for my birthday! I can’t wait to call you and see your face even if it’s through a silly screen. Much Loki love! ❤🎂

You giggled and shook your head as you switched off your phone when the driver pulled up in front of the hotel. Thanks to taking the 5am flight to Atlanta, you had arrived at nine am with the clock changes and despite your jetlag, you headed into the hotel and checked into the room beside Tom’s. Taking the elevator up, you anxiously tapped your hand on your suitcase. With a bright smile, you turned the key in your hotel door and rolled your suitcase in before walking out and shutting the door.

You had your money transferred into an American bank account temporarily so you didn’t have to carry cash and you grinned as you left the hotel, walking down a few blocks before coming upon a shop. You walked inside and headed for the cake section, looking through all of the cakes before choosing the victoria sponge with chocolate icing. With a grin, you picked up the box it was in, some candles, and headed to the check-outs. Once paid for, you grinned down at the cake and made your way onto the main road.

Hailing another taxi, you got in and gave him the location of where Tom would be filming and you grinned as you headed towards it. Unlocking your phone, you sent a quick text to Tom.

Hope you’re having a good day filming, birthday boy! Are you on a break yet?

Seconds later, you got a reply.

I have a break now until 11, sweetheart, but I can’t call. Why are you awake?

Couldn’t sleep, you deserve the biggest hugs but I just know today will be a good day!

Sadly, darling, if I cannot have you in my arms on my birthday, even a call will not help.

No, but I promise today will be a good day. I’ll be back.

I love you.

Love you too, Hiddles! 🎂

You got out of the taxi and paid the driver before looking up at the set where Tom was filming today. Biting your lip and keeping a firm grip on your cake, you walked up to the entry booth and signed in before heading over to the building where he was filming. With your visitor pass, you managed to get in and you gaped at the sets that were prepared. With a grin, you walked through the shadows and saw Tom.

Your husband was talking with one of his co-stars, his costume was immaculate but the stars were crowding him and pressing a big “35 today!” badge on his costume and he smiled shyly as they did. You grinned and shook your head before making your way over to them. “Excuse me,” you called out, watching the stars freeze and turn to you, especially Tom, “I’m looking for a… uh… Laufeyson? Loki…Laufeyson?”

The stars laughed before patting Tom on the shoulder and departing. Tom gleefully walked over to you and looked into your eyes as he struggled to find his words. When he did, he tenderly cupped your cheek and whispered, “I didn’t expect you to fly all the distance, just to wish me a Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

“I told you,” you whispered softly as you smiled up at your husband, “today shall be a good day!”

Tom laughed and held you close to him without disrupting the cake before pressing a tender kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, you smiled sheepishly at him before guiding him to a seating area and sitting him down on the comfiest chair, settling the cake in front of him and planting the candles on the top. One of the crew assisted with the candles, lighting them with his cigarette lighter.

“Happy birthday to you,” you sang, watching Tom blush and shrink away minutely as most people did when people started singing ‘happy birthday’, “happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, my dear Thomas, happy birthday to you.”

Tom leaned forward and quickly blew out the candles before grinning at you and pulling you into his lap. With a smile, you looked down at him and whispered, “happy birthday, my husband.”

“A most wonderful birthday, my perfect wife,” Tom returned with a smile before sealing your lips in a gentle kiss as the crew applauded around the both of you.

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colorsunimaginable · 2 years

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the spare // chapter twenty-three // death eater!tom hiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord’s triumph, she’s being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy’s younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance’s greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction Universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 3.4k warnings for this chapter: violence, sexual content, intentional vomiting

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Twenty-Three:

But I never do.

My eyes on the plaque, my hand stalls in the air as velvety black smoke creeps across the floor into the edges of my sight. When I look up, I’m in a graveyard. One that I’ve been to all too often the past few months.

“Melllliiiiiissaaa,” a harsh raspy voice taunts. My eyes are as big as saucers when an ashen rotting hand shoots out of an open grave. It’s fingers dig into the stone floor, overgrown nails splitting and breaking as it pulls the connected body up. She says my name again as another thin boney arm swings out, clamping down on the ground to hoist itself out of the hole.

With eyes as white as the pale moon shining down, her stare locks onto me. Her once thick and beautiful curly hair is gone, only whisps remain, light as feathers around her skull. Her hollow, sunken in cheeks drag against the ground as she hooks a leg up over the edge, bringing her dress into view. The dress is dirty and torn, seams undone, moths clinging to the delicate fabric. All I can do is stare wide-eyed at her decaying face.

“This is all your fault, Melisa,” the voice slithers out of her gaped mouth. “You did this to me.” My hand holding the fang shakes and my eyes tear up as her words. I’m gripping the poisonous object so tight my palm feels like it’s molding to the shape forever.

“It’s only a matter of time before you kill them, too.” A blackened finger raises, pointing to a pile of… bodies, each of their faces someone I love. My parents, my brother, Jonathan, Cassidy, Professor Higgins… All of them dead.

“I won’t!” I force the words out, tears escape down my cheeks. “I would never!”

“Stop lying to yourself, mudblood,” her unnatural voice hisses. “They will die just like me.” The same black finger changes direction, pointing to a very dead, rotting version of myself. “And just like you.”

Dying – while it’s terrifying, it’s not my greatest fear. Losing the people I care about is what scares me the most. Sam wouldn’t even know what the term mudblood meant. This is just another vision. Destroying this dark evil soul that’s been in my head for months now sounds like a good first step to ensure that doesn’t happen.

Using both hands, I raise the fang far above my head, the dark velvety smoke has started to swirl around me. A vengeful cry tears its way out of my throat as I drive the tooth right into the heart of the plaque. The fang breaks upon impact, it’s point burrowing into the wood. The vision around me disappears as I blink away more tears. The golden Hogwarts crest melts as a small flame erupts from the splintered hole, quickly reducing to a smolder as it chars the wood.

Pieces of the tooth drop from my hands as I fall back. Professor Higgins rushes forward, kneeling down and pulling me into a tight embrace. I sigh with relief and cry into his shoulder. The change in atmosphere in the room is potent. The heavy darkness is gone.

When I pull back from Higgins, he doesn’t let me go far. His arms suddenly feel a lot stronger than they did before. I gasp when I see it’s not Higgins holding me, but the same handsome man with a pointed face and intense blue eyes. How many times have I seen him now? Who is he? Why -

~*~

By the time I return to the main living area of Bill and Fleur’s cottage, the trio have their heads together over the dinner table. From what I can hear, they’re continuing the hushed conversation we’d started on the landing. I sit just as Fleur brings out heaping plates of sausages, eggs, and toast. Conversation stops when Luna and Dean enter the room as well.

“So what did Ollivander say?” Ron asks me after almost engulfing a whole slice of toast.

I place the dark wood wand on the table next to my glass of pumpkin juice. “He said that it belonged to Thomus Malfoy, and that it’s also Hawthorn with a Unicorn Hair core.”

Ron shrugs, shaking his head. “Everyone from that family’s the bloody same, I swear –“

“Did he torture you, too?” Harry asks.

I shake my head. “He didn’t really get a chance to. I’d disarmed him and we just fought over the wand.” Absentmindedly I go to push my glasses further up my face, temporarily forgetting their absence. “Pretty bummed I lost my glasses.” I wince when my lip stretches too far.

“Zat reminds me,” Fleur bustles over to me. She grabs my chin and turns my face to her, muttering a healing spell with her wand pointed at my cut lip.

“Thanks,” I tell her afterwards. “Do you guys know anything about him? Thomus Malfoy?”

“Wasn’t he one of the ones who’d been in the graveyard, Harry?” Hermione asks. “When You-Know-Who came back?”

Harry doesn’t answer immediately, his eyes a bit glazed over, lost in thought. He blinks after Hermione nudges him with her elbow. He reaches for his glass of pumpkin juice. “No, I don’t think he was.”

“I overheard Dad telling Mum that Thomus Malfoy had been there when the Longbottom’s were tortured,” says Bill from the couch in the living room. “His father had kept his name out of the papers, but he was put on trial as well as the Lestranges. He was acquitted, but it was still a big scandal because he was underage at the time. A sixth year I believe. I’d been surprised because even though I’d only been a first year, he only seemed like a typical Slytherin arse. Didn’t seem to be the torturing type though.”

“That’s high praise for a Malfoy,” says Ron.

Bill shrugs. “That’s all I know.”

I pick up his wand, turning it over in my hand while the image of his seething gaze flashes across my mind. He’d been so angry that I –

~*~

My fingers drum along the wooden surface of my desk, my eyes flickering from the clock on the wall, to her office door. Skeeter’s going to make us late – again.

I sigh heavily, leaning back in the wooden swivel chair. My gaze brushes over the name on the door across from me as it travels above it to where the clock hangs. THOMUS MALFOY – INVESTIGATIONS. Then they go back to Skeeter’s door and I jump up when she finally opens –

~*~

“Dammit, will you stay up?” I say to my wand with an unfamiliar nasally voice while I stand in front of the mirror. It’s bad enough I’ve had to redo her penciled brow three times now, but to have my wand burn me in the process? That’s fucking annoying. I’m trying to curl this stupid blond hair, not get second degree burns.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Skeeter sneer at me. She struggles at her binds, her chair rocking back and forth. With a little wave, I turn on the wireless and Celestina Warbeck begins singing us a jazzy ballad while I concentrate. The song reminds me of –

~*~

“She’s got a pad on 34th and vine,” I belt out, projecting my voice over the jazzy tune and rush of wind from the open windows. “Sellin’ little bottles of Love Potion Number Niiiiine.”

My mother’s voice harmonizes with mine. It’s a song we know all too well. Any time there’s a road trip, especially the one that takes me back to Ilvermorny, this song plays on repeat.

We’d just hit the green rolling mountains, and I turn around to take in my favorite site as we pass it: Beverley Mill’s mossy rubble stone structure. I point it out to my brother, who’s come along with mom to drop me off. Then I turn back to the front, singing my heart out. he next song starts, and I ask my brother which verse he wants to solo this time. When he doesn't answer, I twist in my seat to look at him.

But my brother isn’t there. It’s someone else. As I stare at him, I can't hear the music anymore. The deafening pressure from the open windows becomes white noise. Time slows, my hair in the gush of air through the car billows as it weaves in and out of my line of sight. Long legs smushed up behind my mother's seat, the anguish is plain on his face. His dark curls dance in the wind.

“Thomus?”

~*~

There’s heavy rain, but I can still picture it clearly. The smell of the wildflowers in the garden. The coolness of the shady side of the blanket verses the heat from the sunny side. I use his pillow in my bed to revive his smell in my mind as I picture us there.

My breath is coming in quick as my two fingers swirl around my clit. They dip down and bring up moisture to play with the sensitive nub as I think about how he’d kiss me as he entered me. Hands grasping for mine while he tantalizingly draws out and back in. I’d be unable to hold back a moan or a whimper, just as I am now with my fingers driving me so close –

~*~

My hands stuck to the wall above me, I strain to touch him. Even as his teeth sink into my neck and his fingers curl inside of me in just the right way for me to –

~*~

I tear my eyes open as my hips grind against him. I’m unable to hold back the whimper of pleasure as our eyes keep contact during my orgasm. I revel in the tight grip his hands have on my hips as he –

~*~

“Finite Incantatum.”

My chest expands with an audible intake of air, as if I’d been underwater and I’ve come to resurface. My body drops onto a couch and I quickly sit up, frantically searching the unfamiliar room. The only light in the room is a fireplace roaring with green flames. Thomus is kneeling on the floor next to me, his hands gripping my upper arms. We’re alone.

“Where’s Ginny?” I gasp, trying to shrug his hold off. He doesn’t budge and he doesn’t answer me. I twist my body, getting one foot on the ground, the other under my thigh. Thomus is in my way. My eyes finally land on his face and I’m stunned by his vulnerable expression.

“Where is she?” I press again and tears quickly form. “I need to see that she’s okay.”

He presses his lips together, his thumbs rubbing gently against my skin. “She’s alive.” My eyes widen, and before I can say anything else, he says, “I need to get you out of here.”

Loud music and cheering from beyond a heavy wooden door come into focus. We’re still in Edinburgh. Still close to Ginny.

I shake my head. “I can’t just leave her,” I whisper. More shouting from beyond the door, this time closer. I jump when someone bangs on the door.

His hands slide down my arms to my hands and he holds them tightly in my lap. “I brought you in here while they were distracted, but it’s only a matter of time before Avery comes looking for you, too.”

Someone bangs on the door again. “Oi!”

Shock and fear still plastered on my face, I nod silently.

The hands gripping mine pull me to my feet, and he quickly guides me to the fireplace. He tells the floo where we want to go, and soon we’re back in our own living room.

The sudden silence is like stepping into another world. I pull out of his grasp, walking further into the room. My breathing is rapid and I’m trying not to freak out. I wring my hands and begin to pace, memories of what just happened front and center in my mind. Thomus clicks on the lamp by the armchair.

“Sit down,” he says, his voice calmer than before.

I whirl on him, my finger shaking as I point to him. “Don’t you fucking tell me what to do.”

His mouth shuts and his expression hardens.

“What the fuck happened?” I ask him. “What did you do to me?”

He shakes his head softly. “You know what I did.”

“No,” I say, my voice shakes, my fury rising. The lamp by his side flickers. “You had no goddamn right –“

“To protect you?” he scoffs. “I assure you that’s very well within my right.”

I bark out a bitter laugh. “Protect me? You call taking me a walk through a couple of my most painful memories protection?!” Beneath my feet I feel a low tremble.

He grits his teeth, his hands fist at his side. “It was not my intention –“

“To what?! To remind me that my best friend is dead? To make me relive what it was like losing her?” My face twists with pain and my lower lip quivers. I turn away and force deep breaths in and out. I can feel a humming in my chest, a familiar crack and sizzle. The attempt to control my breathing doesn’t work. He’s a few steps closer now. “This whole thing was my fault.”

He shakes his head. “No –“

My voice suddenly jumps in volume. “Why did you keep me from that?! Why did you –“

“Did you want to see her get fucked on the table?” he cuts, his voice menacing. “In several different ways while dozens of people watched –“

I let out a piercing scream. The furniture in the room begins to shake and topple over as if the earth under our feet is quaking. The lightbulbs burst and the glass from the window shatters, flying in every direction. I shield my eyes, but still feel cuts on my hands and arms. In the dim moonlight I see Thomus whip out his wand.

“Expelliarmus!” I desperately yell and his wand goes flying out of his hand with a flash of red light. I don’t see where it lands and I don’t bother to look. My eyes are glued to him, watching the white hot anger set in his face.

“Enough!” he hisses venomously, taking advancing steps towards me. “You need to calm the fuck down and just listen.”

“No!” I concentrate on giving him jelly legs, but it doesn’t work, so I say it out loud. “Locomotor Wiggly!” It works this time and he falls to his knees just before he reaches me.

I step forward and run my fingers through the hair at the top of his head, grasping it tightly to force his head back. I make sure he’s looking me dead in the eyes when I say, “Legillimens.”

The walls Thomus’s Occlumency built are strong and sturdy, determined to keep me out. My magic might be out of control right now, but it’s far from weak. I find my way in like a plant growing out of a crack in the sidewalk.

Once I’m in, I have a difficult time catching onto any of his memories for long. Whenever I think I have a grasp on one, he quickly yanks it away as if it were tied to a string. I get brief flashes of a younger Bellatrix, a younger Lucius, and even a young Draco shoving his small blond head into a Chaser’s helmet. A young woman with long dark hair and bright blue eyes smiles at Thomus as they sit together reading a book.

I know the memory I’m looking for. I know where it is. But now that I’m here I’m afraid of actually seeing it. Maybe he’d been right to keep it from me.

Anger flares up inside of me as I remember the memories he put me in, making me relive Sam’s death. At the thought of Sam, a memory opens up.

Voldemort’s voice slithers into my mind. “Find the filth,” he says. “Tell no one of your mission.”

Thomus’s head bows. “Yes, my Lord.”

Flashes of Sam’s face pop up in different memories. First in photos, then her name across documents, and then in person. He visits the coffee shop she works at, making sure to order from her. Thomus returns to Voldemort, relaying to him her location.

Pure shock and his own force pushes me out of his head. With a gasp I fall back, glass pieces digging into wherever my skin makes contact with the floor. Thomus has retrieved his wand, the jelly leg jinx worn off, and he forces me onto my back. He crawls on top of me so my arms are pinned. I can’t move under his weight. With a wave of his wand, he conjures a familiar vial of minty potion.

“No!” I cry with tears in my eyes. He presses the vial to my mouth, but I refuse to open it. So he pinches my nose shut and I’m forced to open my mouth to breathe. While the one vial is being poured, he conjures an identical one, and forces me to drink that one as well. The crackle and burn of my magic I’d felt before fades into non-existence.

Once I’ve swallowed it all, he releases me, moving away from me until his back is against the couch. I force myself to roll onto my knees, bracing on one hand, the other shoving two fingers as deep into my mouth as they’ll go. I know the potion’s already taken effect, but I’m desperate and it’s worth a fucking shot.

The moment Thomus hears my initial gag and sees my body heave, he’s on me again. He grabs my arms and yanks me until I fall back against the couch with him. His arms around me hold mine down as I continue to struggle against him.

“Melisa,” he says in my ear. My throat tightens because this is the first time I’ve ever heard him say my name and it only makes me want to cry more. “If you don’t calm down –“

“You’ll what?” I pant. I finally pull enough strength to elbow him in the ribs and he releases me with a painful groan. “What more could you do to me?”

I don’t pull away from him completely. I only move enough so I’m leaning against the couch instead of him, our legs still entwined. My body sags from exhaustion and my eyes close as my hands come up to cover my face. “Why did it have to be you?” I sob.

“I did what the Dark Lord commanded me to do,” I hear him say after a long moment.

“Why her?” I whisper.

I feel the couch move as his body sags against it as well. “I don’t know,” he says, his voice barely louder than my whisper. “I didn’t know that’s what he wanted her for.”

Sniffling loudly into the darkness, I use the sleeve of my dress to wipe away leakage from my nose. My hands fall into my lap. Emotional numbness is starting to spread through me. Emotional exhaustion might be more accurate. Another long moment passes before he speaks again.

“Did the Dark Lord see those?”

It takes me a moment to realize what he was talking about. The memories Voldemort would care about.

“No,” I reply, my voice emotionless. “I used Occlumency to hide and replace them.”

“Replace?” he repeats.

“I made alternate versions of what happened, like imaginary ones,” I explain. I turn my face towards him, trying to read his expression in the dark. “Like those ones with… you and me.”

His eyes are on my hands in my lap. “Why didn’t I see those?” he asks.

“It takes a lot of concentration. I had no idea what was happening until –“

“Right,” he cuts in. “Until it was over.”

I nod. I expect him to ask me more questions, but he doesn’t and it’s a relief. The things he saw… I dread having to explain it all to him.

Before he can change his mind and before I feel another round of batshit desperation, I push away from the couch. As I untwist our legs, I wonder if this will all look better in the morning. If I can look at things with a fresh mind.

I leave him sitting in the destroyed living room and go upstairs to bed.

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

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

Word Count: 4987

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

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

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

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It should be a special day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sent December 22nd. No reply.

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

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

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

Sent on December 18th. Read. No response.

It was like you no longer mattered to them anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

Unloved. Unwanted. Unincluded.

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

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

Because you weren’t wanted anywhere by anyone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Malloy’s were not decent people.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re here?!” you asked.

He gave a shrug

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come inside and get warm,” you offered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His hand reached up magic pouring through and around.

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

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

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

“Are the gifts…real?” you asked.

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

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

“Oh, but Loki…I..this is…so much, I-”

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

“Thank you!” you gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt warm and tingly inside but ignored it.

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

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

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

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

He gave a small laugh looking at them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He cupped his mulled wine mug with both hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smirked at you and said one word.

“Gladly.”

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

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

He set you on his thigh and you gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

You then stopped, smiling at him.

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

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

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

“Yes…let me….” you grinned.

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

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

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

“Norns,” he voiced in awe.

Then you mounted him, still hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes…yes please,” you said.

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

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

“Who is your god?” he asked.

“L-Loki is.”

He spanked you again. You let out a cry.

“Who gave you all of this-?”

“Loki did!”

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

“Yes, yes please-”

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

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

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

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

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

“No…wait…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eyes on me, darling-look at me-”

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

“Look- at-me,” he commanded.

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

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

“You do!” you cried out.

“Say my name, darling-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Merry Christmas, pet,” he whispered.

It was indeed.

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dear-bunnyboo · 8 months

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୨⎯ Miscellaneous Masterlist ⎯୧

JOE BURROW

✿ - fluff || ☁︎ - angst || ❣︎ - smut || ☻ - social media || ✎ - series

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄* || A very public scandal between your ex boyfriend of three years leads you to meet the one. ✎

𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 || Joe isn’t really a dog person but your daughter is and she will do absolutely anything to get her daddy to buy her one. ✿

𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐅 || You notice the Bengals' new staff member flirting with your boyfriend, however, Joe thinks that you are acting childish for saying so— you decide to show Joe that you didn't give a fuck. ✿ ☁︎ ❣︎

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐒 || On the outside Joe was seen as serious and stoic but what they don’t see behind the scenes is the big baby you call your boyfriend. ✿

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 || Your secret boyfriend watches you as you walk the biggest runway of your life. ✿

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 || Trick or Treat? Your costume got Joe asking for a treat. While the aftermath of the party makes it feel like a trick. ❣︎ ✿

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

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

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

MORE COMING SOON!

dividers: @cafekitsune

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jiyascepter · 1 day

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Kitchen Confessions | 18+ Only

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Loki x f!reader

Words: 2179

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

Summary: You give Loki some silent treatment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You don't look at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmm…doesn't look like it."

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

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You both continue making out passionately against the kitchen counter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gosh, you wanted him in already.

"Loki…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lokidokieokie · 1 month

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A New Feature

"Y/n! How much longer on your piece?"

You huffed, chair tucking back into your desk. "Not too much longer, Audrey. Just doing the final edits."

"Hurry it up, please! Got something excited to share."

Many people would say that working as a journalist would mean researching and writing about boring events that happen on a day-to-day basis.

Yours definitely wasn't.

You were fortunate enough to work for TuneIn Magazine, the biggest pop culture news outlet in England. You got to study and write about your favourite characters, movies, comics, and whatever else you desired. It truly was your dream job.

Giving your article a final glance, you save it and send it off to editorial.

Pushing your chair back, you start heading over to Audrey's office, making sure to stop off at the staff kitchen to grab a biscuit.

With a quick knock on the door, you head in, "You wanted to see me?"

A girlish squeal was all you heard before Audrey made her way over to you.

"I'm going to be the bestest friend ever!"

You roll your eyes, "You're also my boss, Auddie."

She grinned, "It doesn't matter, I'm going to be the best of both!"

"Alright, hit me. What crappy article am I doing this time? The Bacon-Flavour Era? Who never did their ice-bucket challenge after being nominated?"

She gave you a quizzical look, "What? No?!"

"Then what am I here for? We've still got three hours left, and I've got that article on Benedict Cumberbatch's Sherlock series to finish writing."

"He's just so dreamy! Have you seen those baby-blues?" She wiggles her eyebrows a few times.

Chuckling softly, "You've always been obsessed with that man."

"I know, but who doesn't?" You raise your hand.

She scoffs, "Well, you're just weird."

"What did you actually call me in here for?"

Audrey's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement, "Remember how we've been brainstorming about changing things up here? Not just focusing on the characters or fandoms?" You nod. "Well, I've got something that will knock your socks off."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued, "Do tell, Auddie."

She leaned across her desk, trying to act conspiratorially, "You, my dearest friend, are about to embark on an exposé of a lifetime. We're talking about a piece that will send shockwaves through the fandom community."

You leaned forward, "Keep going..."

"It's time to pull back the curtain on none other than Thomas William Hiddleston himself!" She exclaimed, a wide grin prominent on her face.

You blinked, slightly taken aback, "Tom Hiddleston."

Auddie nodded, "That's right! The enigmatic heartthrob, the charismatic actor -- we're delving deep into the man behind the roles."

A multitude of emotions flickered across your face, though you managed to remain neutral. "I see..."

If she noticed you weren't as ecstatic as she was, she didn't mention it; too swept up in her enthusiasm. "I can't wait to see what you manage to get out of this? This is going to be huge!"

"And get this," Audrey continued, barely containing her excitement, "Mr. Hiddleston himself has agreed to cooperate with this exposé. You'll have exclusive access to him for all of your interviews...multiple times!"

Your heart sank at the thought of seeing Tom again, but you plastered a smile for Audrey's sake. "Sounds like quite a good opportunity."

As Audrey launched into a flurry of ideas for the article, you couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension gnawing at you. Interviewing Tom Hiddleston multiple times was definitely not part of your plan, but it seemed fate had other ideas.

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A/N AHHH! I've finally done it. This idea has been in my drafts for 2 years!

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#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x fem!reader #hiddleston #hiddlestoner #tom hiddleston fanfic #fem!reader

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maneskinwh0re · 15 days

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tom hiddleston LA night 1 !!

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

-bee xx

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vbecker10 · 1 year

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I Need the Truth

Pairing: Loki x female reader

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

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

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

Inspired by this song:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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