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dayanacvm23 minutes ago
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This moment definitely proves that at some point the TVA cops were people and that by becoming variants they are later enroll as officers, but what keeps their memories away? It鈥檚 still there because Sylvie was able to retrieve it, but why they forget? Who and what forces them?
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quacxon34 minutes ago
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Naah im pretty sure Loki tried to stab me five times already, and thats only today
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shedobewritingalittle2 hours ago
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Sunlight
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Summary: Loki does not understated why the Reader is with him, but comes to understand where his self-doubt is coming from. (Post Thor: The Dark World, pre Ragnarok)
Rating: R
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Self doubt, feeling upset/sad, mentions of scars/injuries
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The God of Mischief relaxed on the chaise lounge in his room, trying his best to focus on the book in his hands. He had reread the current sentence he was on a dozen times, yet the letters seemed to move around, making it impossible to decipher. The words seemed to blur, the black ink melting and disappearing into the yellowing paper. Loki sighed, shutting the book with one hand and 聽pinching the bridge of his nose with his other. How long has he sat here, trying to distract himself? An hour? Maybe two? Why is so hard to try to make himself focus-
The figure fast asleep in his bed shifted, pulling his attention away from his moment of annoyance. From where he was sitting, Loki could only see the back of her head, yet that was enough to send his heart racing. Her unruly hair was a sharp contrast against the ivory colored sheets, her arm tucked underneath the pillow-his pillow. Underneath the sheets, he knows that she is wearing one of his shirts.
She shouldn't be his and Loki knows it.
She's pure and sweet-She is a hero. She has saved the world multiple times and will keep doing so as long as there is air in her lungs. She's fought against him, fought against the army he had unleashed on New York. She had stood above him triumphantly with her team, and yet somehow he had won her over. Somehow, she had decided that he was the one that she wanted. Even though he had hurt so many people, even though he had hurt her and her friends...she still wanted him.
His lover is too kind, too gentle, too loving. What had he done to deserve such kindness, such gentleness? What had he done to deserve her to her sweet words, her soft touches? What had he done to deserve this happiness or the feeling that courses through his body whenever she was near? Loki was new to all of this, to letting someone get close to him in such a way. He was new to showing his affection so openly, so freely. She was the first one other than his mother or his brother to care for him so deeply.
She was so patient with him. She constantly reassured Loki, letting him know that his feeling are valid, telling him that it is completely understandable that it is difficult to show what he is feeling. She lays beside him in those euphoric moments post-coitus, reassuring him of anything he doubts, making sure her feelings are clear enough for him to interpret. She never hides herself from him. The hero wears her heart on her sleeve, yet still tells him that it is okay for him to keep his hidden.
Her body was scarred. Her skin was peppered in these different marks, each and every one having a story behind them that she would gladly tell if he asked. Some of them were smooth and shiny, some of them were much larger and raised. There was darker ones contrasted against her skin. How many nights had he spent tracing each and every single of them? There was one on her forearm, a long shiny one that he had caused in New York, that he had given to her directly with that damn scepter. He couldn't understand why she would let him be so close to her, why she would let him hold her close even though he had hurt her once. How was she so sure that he wouldn't hurt her again?
Sometimes Loki fears that this was all a dream. He fears that one day he would walk up and the whole relationship he had with her was just going to be a cruel figment of his imagination. If it wasn't a dream and this was all in fact real, Loki was terrified about this whole situation being a ruse. What if she didn't actually love him? What if she was just here to finish the job the Avengers had started years ago? What if one day he wakes up and there's a knife to his throat and she is the one who is wielding it?
"Penny for your thoughts?" Her voice snaps him out of his self-doubting thoughts. Loki looks up at her, seeing her sitting up in bed. The sheets fall away from her body and she looks at him bleary-eyed. There's a small smile on her face as she moves to climb out of the bed, her shirt riding up ever so slightly with her movements.
"It's nothing. Just thinking about what I must do today." He replies quietly, his voice much softer than he would've liked as she makes her way over to him. Loki sits up on the chaise so she can sit beside him, her smile fading ever so slightly.
"You're upset." She responds matter of factly as she leans back on the couch, her eyes focused on him.
"How'd you know?" Loki responds, the corner of his mouth turning upwards ever so slightly, so amused at the fact she knows him like the back of her hand.
"You get these two little lines right here." She replies, her fingers reaching out to delicately touch the space between his brows. Her touch felt like fire on his cool skin and his eyes shut in response. Her fingers slid down the bridge of his nose, down to his Cupid's bow and across his bottom lip before she pulled her digits away. Loki lets his eyes open once more, his eyes on her. She offers him a small smile as she continues, "That's how I know."
"Are you happy, my dear?" Loki questions, his brows knitting together once more, those lines appearing again. Her smile grows as her hand reaches up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing against his cheekbone. Loki immediately leans into her touch. Her hand felt like the sun against his skin.
"Loki, for someone so smart, you can truly be oblivious." She teases, unable to keep herself from smiling, "I've never been happier. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."
"I just-I-"
"Don't apologize, alright? I never want you to apologize for how you feel, Loki. You can't control those thoughts so you don't need to apologize for them." She reassures him, somehow saying the words both sweetly and sternly. The God of Mischief nods, unable to find something to say in response. His lover tends to render him speechless in a number of ways, but moments like this were his favorite. Her kindness would catch him off guard and he is left quiet and grateful. Loki reaches up and holds her hand against his cheek.
Sunlight is streaming in through the the gauzy curtains, making her skin glow. 聽His partner looks every bit like the goddess he always claims she is. Her eyes sparkle like jewels as they study his face, hoping that she had quelled every bit of self-doubt in his mind. Her lips look buttery-soft as they remained stretched into a smile. Loki turns his head to press his lips against her palm, making the most beautiful noise spill from her lips as she giggles. Something warm fills his chest and it makes him feel all light and airy.
It is in this moment where it suddenly hits him. The pieces finally fit in where they supposed to and it just clicks inside of his head.
He loves her.
Loki, the God of Mischief, is in love.
A weight lifts off his shoulders and he just stops feeling so heavy as he sorts out his thoughts. It all makes sense. He is so hopelessly and utterly in love with the woman in front of him. His heart sings in his chest, overjoyed that he was finally able to put two and two together. It makes his throat tighten with sudden emotions and he has to will away tears that threaten to appear. He was so scared, so worried, so doubtful because he had fallen in love and he hadn't known it. He had fallen in love and it terrified him.
"Thank you, darling." The god finally manages to get out, upset that he can't say anything more. Usually he can never shut up, but around her, Loki stumbles and trips over his words. Long gone is the suave, seemingly debonair man that he used to think he was. In his place is a broken man, desperately trying to piece himself back together in order to be good enough for her. The words he longs to say remain unspoken. They're stuck in his throat, waiting for the day he might get the courage to finally say them aloud now that he knows that they're there.
I love you.
"Anything for you." His lover replies, leaning forward to kiss him. As he kisses her back, Loki wonders if those words are also resting on the tip of her tongue. They must be with how much she cares for him.
Every kiss he gives her or every time he touches her skin, Loki shows what he cannot say. It didn't matter if he couldn't get the words out. It didn't matter that he couldn't confess his feelings to her because he knew that he was able to show it.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
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spilledcoffeestudios4 hours ago
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IMAGINE your best friend, Tom, supporting you when you come out
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sotheresthis1guy5 hours ago
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My Original Works
***This blog contains 18+ content and I will NOT hesitate to block you if you have a blank blog or no age in your bio
Designated masterlist of my Tom Hiddleston, Loki, & Henry Cavill fanfiction (all works have smut)
Asks welcome!! Reblogs & feedback much appreciated聽鉂も潳
Tom Hiddleston/Loki:
Eager Eyes -> voyerism, masturbation, Dom/sub dynamic, restraints
Let Me Indulge You -> light CNC & somnophilia, degradation, edging/controlled orgasm, exhibitionism, Dom/sub dynamic
Pretty When You Beg -> the male character is not named so anyone could be inserted, degradation with a hint of praise, dd/lg, edging/denial/frustration
Henry Cavill:
One Bed? We Can Share. -> SLOW build/tension, hotel, Henry Cavill Wants To Make Sure You Eat Dinner (there鈥檚 no hidden meaning with that), fluff -> smut, undefined praise kink
Stay Close To Me -> praise kink, Dom/sub dynamic, dd/lg, cockwarming, light CNC, mocking tone/degradation
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johnnystormsupremacy10 hours ago
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Imagine
You tell Tom he鈥檒l be a dad on the dance floor at your wedding you don鈥檛 want to make a scene so he cries happily into your neck as you dance, cradling his head.
In your own world, you almost don鈥檛 notice the camera capturing the moment. You look into the lens with a wide grin happy tears rolling down your face as well while he holds you tightly.
Your children will see this one day and know.
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lov3nerdstuff12 hours ago
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Virtual Strangers {Part 2}
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*Tom Hiddleston x reader*
Parts: 2/9
Words: 6.3k
Summary: When you first replied to a stray text message that was accidentally sent to you from an unknown number, you couldn't have known who the virtual stanger on the other end was, or would be. You couldn't have known that he was soon to become your very best friend and steady companion. You couldn't have known that you would fall for him quite as deeply as you did. You couldn't have known. After all, you had never even seen a glimpse of each other, nor heard the other's voice. You only ever conversed through text messages, even if you did so every day and every night. You couldn't have known that you would fall for a stranger, who you knew even better than yourself. Even if you did not know his name. Yet there is another question that remains unspoken: If you really are best friends and even live in the same city, why does he not want to meet you in person?
~virtual strangers to friends to lovers~
A.N.: What exactly are you getting from this story, you ask? An online friendship-turned-romance? Check. Flirting via texts? Check. Annoyed yet overly supportive publicist and friend Luke? Check. Literary references to classical literature and plays? Check. Bobby being adorable and a valid character in the story? Check. Just the right twinge of angst? Check. Humour? Check. Fluff? Check. Super long chapters because I just can't be bothered to keep it short? Hell yeah.
Find Part 1 here! All Parts can be found on my Masterlist!
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When you woke up to the blaring sound of your alarm, you couldn't help inwardly cursing yourself for always staying up so bloody late. When you grabbed your phone from the nightstand to turn the annoying sound off however, your barely open eyes fell upon the little icon telling you that you had received a new message, and your mind finally caught up again with the reason for your staying up late. The texts exchanged with T, the discussion about Shakespeare鈥 The best conversation you'd had in forever. Blinking, you felt more awake in an instant as you sat up in your bed, rubbing your tired eyes before you finally opened the messaging app with a smile on your face.
T: 'I am very glad to have made your bad day a little bit better; that might just be my only true accomplishment of the day. Or the only one that matters, at least. Believe it or not, I was also not having the best night before I happened upon you, and I would be a fool to deny that our conversation has thoroughly turned my week around. I am very inclined to keep on talking, or rather writing to you, Y/n. After all, we haven't even started on the Sonnets yet ;) But for now, indeed, let that be goodnight.'
Your smile turned just a tad brighter while you read the message a second time, just to make sure your sleep fogged brain hadn't misinterpreted anything. But no, the meaning was still the same: T had enjoyed your conversation quite as much as you had, and he wasn't opposed to keeping on texting about sundry and the world. Well, about Shakespeare and literature. But that was what you had connected over after all, and the prospect of actually having someone to share your thoughts on the matter with was exciting enough to keep the smile on your face even as you crawled out of the comfort of your bed to get ready for the day.
It was only when you stuffed your laptop back into your work bag and put on your coat and shoes that the smile was slowly replaced by a frown. Would you come off as a creep if you texted back right away? As desperate or annoyingly clingy perhaps? Should you wait until tonight, or even worse, until another day before sending another message? Gods, those were questions people would usually ask themselves when it came to dating, not casual intellectual encounters with virtual strangers. But you couldn't help feeling torn about what to do, and that didn't change even in the slightest during your hasty commute to work. Hadn't T said he wasn't much of a texting person anyway? Just because he wanted to keep talking to you didn't automatically mean he would want to keep constantly talking to you, like you had done last night. But you really didn't want to wait half a week to say the exact same things you would much rather just say right away. So it was either suppressing the surprisingly strong impulse to talk to him now to be safe in terms of social standards, or to go for it and possibly upset him. Ugh鈥 You didn't know what to do. Only five minutes prior to your seminar, you finally got a grip on yourself and decided to test the waters of the new day with something short and innocuous.
Y: 'I'm glad to hear that I made your evening a bit better as well! I hope you've still managed to reach out to the guy you originally meant to text nonetheless, by now. I'll just assume he didn't want to talk Sonnets with you then, seeing as that honour's been left to me ;) have a nice day!'
That was inconspicuous, yet prompting enough to allow a conversation to start into either direction, should T fancy to pick it up from here. This would have to do, for now. Right? Or should you make it clearer that you would enjoy his virtual company even on a more鈥 constant basis? Geez, you were just being too much again. Like always. But you still felt somewhat proud of yourself for being clingy with your new acquaintance without sounding clingy, and in the contentment of that knowledge you slipped your phone into your bag for the time being and finally started your class.
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Tom woke up to the seemingly incessant sound of his phone vibrating on his wooden nightstand, ringing harshly in his ears like a chainsaw in the process of demolishing his entire bedroom. A low growl started somewhere deep in his chest long before he was able to phrase any actual words of vain protest, and when thought became a possibility at last, he wondered who on earth would wake him up this bloody early. He usually was an early riser by nature, so if something or someone woke him up before his time, it logically had to be at a crazy hour still. Only that he'd made those calculations under the premise that he went to bed at a reasonable hour, and since last night had been anything but reasonable, the glimpse at the time he got when he unlocked his phone all but woke him up the remaining bit. Ten o'clock and counting鈥 well, fuck.
With a groan he dropped his phone onto his bed and removed himself from the very piece of furniture simultaneously, hurrying first to the bathroom, then the wardrobe and finally down the stairs into the open hallway where Bobby was already waiting by the door with a reproachful glance up at his master.
"I know I know, I'm sorry!" Tom sighed defeatedly while he tried to somehow put on his shoes and clasp the leather leash onto his impatient companion's collar at once. Half a minute later they were out the door and on their way to the park, all as ever, only a good two hours later than was usual for off-work days. What a great start to the day鈥 Tom scoffed quietly and shook his head to himself. At least Bobby seemed to have forgiven him for the delay as soon as they'd been outside, but his own mind was still on edge nevertheless. Did he have any meetings or tasks scheduled for today? No, nothing that he knew of. That was something, at least. He would have to check his phone that was still buried deeply somewhere under his sheets once he returned home nonetheless, in case Luke had called, but otherwise he would have the day off.
Speaking of his phone鈥 now that he had the time to think about it, he wondered whether you had sent him a new message already, or if perhaps you weren't that kind of person at all. The kind who grew instantly and overly attached to the few select people who had managed to catch your interest, to the point of wanting to give them an infinite amount of attention and hoping for much the same in return. The kind he knew himself to be. Would you be like that as well? Or were you someone who texted casually with some dozen people at once, replying to some messages and to others not, always a couple of days in between? Tom found himself hoping for the former, but feared that it would rather end up being the latter.
Oh well鈥 At least he wasn't so far gone in the haze of fame that he expected everyone and anyone to reply to him immediately all the time just because he supposedly was someone. No, he knew enough people who acted like that, and he never ceased to be repelled by such behaviour. For him, it was more of a deeply rooted wish to be thought of, to not be forgotten. To mean something to someone, not to be someone to others. So if you hadn't replied by the time he got home, he would force himself to accept that and adapt to your pace of conversation instead. He didn't know a thing about texting, after all鈥 Perhaps it would be a good thing to let you take the lead.
That in return gave him all the more reason to smile when he finally did check his phone upon his arrival at home, to find not one, but two new messages from you. (And he also found the inevitable text from Dave that there was no news on the script yet, but in the light of hearing from you again, Tom found himself almost alright with the lack of progress at the work front for once.) Thus smiling to himself, he now made his way into the kitchen for some much needed tea and breakfast, and finally opened the messaging app.
Y: 'I'm glad to hear that I made your evening a bit better as well! I hope you've still managed to reach out to the guy you originally meant to text nonetheless, by now. I'll just assume he didn't want to talk Sonnets with you then, seeing as that honour's been left to me ;) have a nice day!'
Tom let out a huff in amusement at the thought of talking Shakespeare with Dave鈥 what a crazy idea. But he found it remarkable that you even cared about whether or not he had still gotten a hold of the right person after all. That, much like your first few replies last night, spoke of at least some kind of interest in his person beyond just his opinion on old tomes, right? Tom found himself oddly excited by that possibility, as if it was some kind of admirable achievement to be of interest to someone just by being his own silly self, not because he was who he was in public. He shook the thought out of his head for now and made himself go on to read the second message you had sent. That one was only from half an hour ago, and he instantly felt guilty for failing to reply to your first message sooner than that.
Y: 'I mean, we don't have to talk about Sonnets, if you'd rather not鈥 Even though you suggested it yourself, so why wouldn't you want to talk about them, right鈥? Gah, I'm sorry, I'm just awkward when I'm not sure what to do. I really want to talk to you more, but I also really don't want to annoy you by sending you random messages like this one right here without being asked to or having any reason other than simply wanting to. You'd think someone close to a PhD would know how to handle that, but I realize that I just sound absolutely stupid at the moment, so I'll just shut up now. Sorry.'
While your text made Tom chuckle in amusement, he also couldn't deny that he'd had some of the very same thoughts on his walk with Bobby just before, and that hearing these concerns from you now was oddly relieving in return. Perhaps you were just like him after all鈥 the kind of person who poured themselves into their choices way too quickly, and way too thoroughly. For common standards, at least. Before overthinking things again, he quickly went to type a reply at long last.
T: 'Good morning, Y/n. Or rather, almost good noon! I apologise for not replying any sooner, my morning turned out to be unexpectedly stressful. I really didn't mean to give you the impression that you were annoying me, not at all. On the contrary, I was having very much the same concerns about possibly bothering you if I just texted you out of every whim or fancy I have as you apparently did. People have been telling me for ages that I tend to be too much when I'm not careful to hold back, that intensity and depth of character aren't socially acceptable, that my interest and attention are perceived as exhausting and overwhelming. Perhaps some of the same things have been said to you before as well? I wouldn't know, and you certainly don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But perhaps we can settle this uncertainty on either end by saying that neither will annoy the other by being intense, or random, or truthfully ourselves. Isn't that why we ended up talking quite so deeply and passionately about literature last night in the first place, because neither of us can be like that elsewhere, with anyone else? Perhaps we can allow ourselves to be like that with each other. Would that be alright?'
When Tom read over his message another time before sending it, he realized that it had gotten both quite a bit longer and quite a bit more personal than intended. But it still felt just right like that, ridiculously right even to be himself and forward with his own thoughts for once, and changing anything about the message would only defy the meaning and purpose of everything he had just typed out in the first place. Being truthful without precautions. So he got over his insecurity and hit send in the same determination he had reasoned himself into last night already; with you, he would be himself. He would be T, and the prospect of that alone made him smile to himself yet again. This whole thing was only difficult if he made it to be. And for once, he wouldn't. In that knowledge he dropped his phone on the counter, and finally went to prepare an early lunch instead of breakfast. After all, he could have his tea with that as well.
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You had just talked yourself out of your repeated pattern of reminding yourself that you had made a complete tart out of yourself with your messages to T, when finally your phone's noisy ping made both you and the professor whose office you shared jump out of your seats. The elderly man shot you a mean glare from across the room before returning to his work, while you however just released a low breath and set your phone on mute as quickly as possible. Thank the gods that your colleague had already condemned you anyway, right from the moment he'd been told you would be sharing his office, but that way you at least didn't have to worry about keeping up a reputation with him now.
Your train of thoughts came to a sudden halt when you finally opened the messaging app to read the message T had just sent, and with every word you took in your smile broadened and your day brightened in return. How could coincidences be crazy like that, to let you meet someone who was saying exactly what you were thinking? What were the odds that you would encounter the first and only person to have no problem with your truthful self at all, through a wrong bloody phone number?! It didn't matter鈥 You just felt relieved, and excited about the prospect of being able to speak (or write) your mind whenever you felt like it now. Somehow, you had an inkling that you wouldn't just be talking about Shakespeare after all鈥 Not when you obviously had quite a bit more in common than just your interest for literature. With the lingering smile on your face, you went to reply.
Y: 'That would be more than just alright, T. I'm very happy about this, you should see my stupidly excited face! I've never met someone who also has been told these things, to stop being passionate about matters and instead sit down quietly like a good girl (or boy, I guess). It's both relieving and sad to know that you have gone through that as well. We shouldn't have to hide like that鈥 But I guess we can just let it all out on each other now ;) That sounds great, to be honest. And as far as a stressful morning goes, I do absolutely understand and I'm very much with you on that. I've had an hour-long debate with the printer and the WiFi, and then the bloody coffee maker died on me just out of solidarity with them. By now I believe technology has declared war on me today.'
This time around, it only took him roughly five minutes to answer you, and you had your phone on hand again in an instant.
T: 'I've heard numerous stories of both good people and good printers losing their fight to the unconquerable entity of the mighty WiFi. And your coffee maker sounds like an arse just for betraying you; perhaps try with tea next time, it is said to be a rather loyal companion in dark times.'
You let out an unintentional snort, unable to keep from grinning to yourself even as you felt a fair of eyes mustering you in annoyance from the other end of the room. Shaking your head to yourself, you let work be work and focused on texting back for now instead.
Y: 'You sound terribly British even for a Brit (which I will just assume you are), you know that? I bet you're having your baked beans and eggs on toast with your Earl Grey as a proper early luncheon right now. Probably reading the morning paper all the while?'
T: 'How did you know that? Am I that predictable to you already? ;)'
With the text, he had sent a picture of a wooden table set with precisely the foods and items you had previously described, all neatly arranged to make a rather pretty ensemble. Your lips parted in amusement, and you let out half of a laugh while you replied right away.
Y: 'I believe you鈥檝e just made my day yet again, T鈥 That's actually hilarious, impeccable timing, beautifully set and all. Should I better get used to odd coincidences when it comes to you?'
T: 'Actually, my life is usually rather void of unpredictable circumstances and thus severely lacking any coincidences. Must be entirely your doing, my dear.'
Y: 'There's always more than one party involved in coincidences, and that in return makes for the unpredictable circumstances ;) Haven't you learned about models of communication in whatever degree it is you have quite obviously studied?!'
T: 'I have a degree in classics, actually. Hardly any communication involved in that ;)'
Y: '...A classics degree literally is the study of old languages and cultures, T! I know that as well as you obviously do, seeing as I can spot your sarcasm from miles away right now, and probably also because I sit across the hall from the guys in our own classics department every day.'
T: 'You do?'
Y: 'Yes, well鈥 Classics and English Lit are basically hallmates here at uni. I work for the literature department at one of the colleges while writing my dissertation. Gotta pay for the bloody thing after all, and somehow also stay on top of the bills. You'll already know that, but London really isn't the cheapest place to be living. At least I'm almost done with my doctorate.'
T: 'So that's why you have such an extensive knowledge about literature! I had a vague idea after last night that you might actually be an expert in the field after all ;) I assume you teach as well then, besides doing your research?'
Y: 'Yep鈥 Just undergrad level classes though, which honestly aren't the greatest joy to go through. Usually, there are subzero chances to have a proper discussion about anything other than people's grades.'
T: 'Well, I will do my utmost to be an acceptable surrogate for that vacancy then :) I haven't studied literature in such a scientific regard for too long myself, but I believe we made do with my own, different perspective just fine yesterday.'
Y: 'You aren't just any surrogate, T! If I wanted to hear a scientific opinion I could go two doors down the hall from where I sit and bore myself to death with my colleagues who have read roughly the same texts I have. It would be clinical and technical and without any passion, and more about the work for work's sake than about the subject for its own value. I believe you know what I mean. So you will also have to believe me that I appreciate your specific take and perception way more than any other, scientific or not. On my end we're equals: either both experts, or both idiots. That's your choice ;)'
T: 'I think we have sufficiently proven by now that we can be both at once, and that is something I find rather brilliant. It's a quality I see far too rarely in people. Being an adult these days means being expected to be intelligent, competent and polite in a variety of settings, but for a great deal of people that translates to being restrained, shallow and passionless, or straight out boring in all regards of life. There's nothing wrong with being silly sometimes, or with taking chances just because they might end up being worth it.'
Y: 'Chances like replying to a stray text from a stranger out of an impulse, only to end up finding out that you have more in common with them than with any of your other acquaintances?'
T: 'Yes, that makes for a perfect example ;) And just out of curiosity, do you have many acquaintances to keep up with? I need to know how much of your time I may monopolise, after all ;)'
Y: 'Very funny, T鈥 And no, I don't, actually. I have a few colleagues I sometimes (rarely) tag along with when invited, but otherwise I am best acquainted with my work. It's a vicious circle, really鈥 I work too much because I don't have any friends, and I have no friends because I work too much. So do feel free to monopolise as much of my time as you fancy, it will be most appreciated. How about you?'
T: 'Much the same for me, I'm afraid. I usually am rather busy with work, there's no telling around it鈥 But I do tend to push it to the limits as well, simply because I have little else to do. My acquaintances are usually colleagues in one way or another, and even though I do have a couple hundred of those, I would consider very few of them my friends.'
Before you could reply that you knew the feeling, or wonder how someone could have a couple hundred acquaintances, he sent a second message right after to follow up the first.
T: 'There is someone very special in my life though; my darling and best friend, the reason I get up in the morning and the cause of my delight and despair at once. Someone you will inevitably have to share me with, because he tries incessantly and as hard as he can to monopolise my time indeed.'
You frowned to yourself at the text, feeling both confused and desperately curious just by the way he had phrased that statement. But most of all you found yourself surprised by the fact that you hadn't even considered if T was in a relationship or not. Perhaps even married, with a kid or two! Who knew, after all鈥 And obviously, that special someone in his life was a he as well. Not that you minded in the least, but you still felt like you had missed a crucial detail to see the whole picture, because somehow it didn't make sense. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you decided to just go for it and ask.
Y: 'So鈥 you're gay? Or you have a flatmate you're very fond of? Living with a brother, or a son, perhaps?'
T: 'No, yes, and not quite ;)'
With that text and before you could further wonder about its crypticism, he sent you a picture of a dark brown Cocker Spaniel who looked up into the camera with curious eyes while lolling around the leg of the same wooden table you'd seen in the picture before. You instantly started smiling down at your phone with heart eyes, and couldn't help the 'aww' on your lips even though you still weren't alone in the office. You didn't even care as you kept on smiling at the picture; what a cutie!
T: 'This is him, the best friend I have ;) But I think he wouldn't be opposed to some competition from you when it comes to monopolising my time.'
You let out a snort, then shook your head to yourself. So T had a dog鈥 and he wasn't gay. You could work with that information; it fit the puzzle a whole lot better than the other options you had briefly considered.
Y: 'Aahh he is adorable! I have a great fondness for dogs, if they are friendly to me as well :) What's his name? Or can you not tell me that either?'
T: 'Well, if I'm T, then he's B. Can you live with that without being too disappointed by my continuing secrecy?'
Y: 'It's alright鈥 He's adorable after all, so I'll let it slip for his sake ;) Tell B my sincerest thanks, then, for allowing me to steal some of your time from him.'
T: 'Will do. His preferred method of payment is either doggy treats or belly rubs, both to be supplied in sufficient amounts of course. I will compensate him in your stead, if you fancy.'
Y: 'Very much so, I would hate for your best friend to be cross with me after all. And I'm used to having to pay for attention and affection, so that is quite alright.'
The moment you hit send, you realized how terribly wrong what you had written might sound to some minds, and you quickly sent a second message with a roll of your eyes directed at yourself, while the inevitable heat crept up your neck in an instant.
Y: 'Obviously I didn't mean LITERALLY paying for affection, in the way some certain people do, in some certain places鈥 That all came out so wrong, oh god. Aaaaand I'm positively mortified.'
T: 'Please don't be, dear. I didn't believe you were implying anything like that, don't worry ;) But what exactly are you trying to say?'
Y: 'Well, I just meant that it isn't news to me that I have to compensate people somehow for the attention and kindness they show me. Like鈥 When an acquaintance sits with me during lunch, I do some of their work for them later. When they have a longer chat with me at the pub, I pay for their drinks. When they invite me along to go out, I watch over their stuff while they dance. Things like that. You know, the usual. But I was just joking when applying it to B just now, I trust him not to make me pay for you being nice to me.'
T: 'Hold on, I'm confused鈥 Do you really do all these things, and do you do them because you want to be kind, or because you think they are expected of you?'
Y: 'What an odd question鈥 in an interesting way, I mean. Yes, I really do those things for the few acquaintances I have. But let's start with the first part: Of course I want to be kind, and I try to be whenever I can. I think it is important to repay kindness with kindness, because you want to preserve it. Like watering a plant instead of plucking its flowers. Now for the second part: I know for a fact that these things are expected of me. Whenever an acquaintance of mine spends some time with me outside of the mandatory work talk, I will find some of their work to be done on my desk later, or they will hand me the bill at the end of the evening, or I'm told to watch over their things because I don't dance anyway (even though I do dance鈥 They just never asked me to.) So really, kindness has nothing much to do with it, it's just a simple trade. Don't you do that with your acquaintances as well?'
T: 'Working from the bottom up: No, I don't. Usually I know even the most rudimentary acquaintanceships to work based on kindness and mutual interest or respect for each other rather than paid trading. I'm terribly sorry that you had to go through such trades to get someone to spend time with you; I can only hope to assure you that it had nothing to do with you as a person. You are absolutely lovely just as you are, and I can indeed say that because as little as I might yet know about you, I still am getting a pretty good idea of WHO YOU ARE just by having talked to you for a few hours now. And I think they make you pay for their time and attention, simply because you let them. You are kind, and willing to be kind to them to a degree they clearly don't deserve. I'm admittedly not a fan of Freud and his theories (should you be familiar, which I am very sure you are, you will know why), but I think he might've been onto something when he said that the average person will take advantage of their neighbours if given the chance to justify it to themselves. And your willingness to trade kindness for their time and attention obviously was a good enough justification for them to make it a trade. I assume that this isn't what you originally meant when you said to repay kindness with kindness though, is it?'
Y: 'Not really, no. But I do think you're right about my acquaintances, and why they do what they do鈥 They likely don't deserve my kindness, and I certainly shouldn't trade it for their attention. It has just become a habit by now, one I was only vaguely aware of until I just put it into words for you. I guess I better shall try to break with it, if you can already spot it after a few minutes of hearing me babble. But then again, I also think that being kind to someone who doesn't deserve or warrant your kindness at all is the greatest act of strength a person can deliver. Though I have to admit that while sometimes I'm strong by that definition, other times I'm clearly not. In that sense I both admire and pity those poor people who live a public life, like politicians, celebrities, athletes and so on. They have no choice but to either be incessantly kind to everyone all the time, or to be shunned by the world for being human like the rest of us.'
T: 'You would be surprised by how many famous people are kind simply and only because it is expected of them, and only while they are standing in front of the cameras and audiences. But even those who seem honestly kind and caring by nature reach a point where it's all nothing more than smoke and mirrors, no matter how much they would want to be sincere in it. In a way, they also pay for attention with kindness, now that I think about it. A habit as well. It's kind of disappointing, isn't it? To be disillusioned like that.'
Y: 'Why would it be? Not even the kindest person on earth could possibly be kind to everyone all the time, and they shouldn't be either.'
T: 'What makes you think that?'
Y: 'If you are trying to always be kind to everyone, you ultimately forget to be kind to the most important person of them all, namely yourself. Being kind means giving, and even if occasionally you are given a little kindness in return, you can only keep on giving for so long without running empty. Sometimes the best thing you can do is to be kind to yourself, and to protect yourself by not giving all you have. To not let yourself run empty.'
T: 'But what if you gain more from the act of giving than what you lost through it in the first place?'
Y: 'But is it still kindness then that makes you give, or isn't it much rather love?'
T: 'That鈥 is an incredibly fascinating thought. So much so that I don't quite know what to say. I agree, I assume鈥 I know I do, for I know that I want to. Perhaps kindness IS a way of loving, in the end, or at least they come together in their selflessness.'
Y: 'In Blake's words, your argument stands鈥 鈥篖ove seeketh not itself to please, / Nor for itself hath any care, / But for another gives its ease, / And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.鈥 鈥 and in Blake's words, your argument falls. 鈥篖ove seeketh only self to please, / To bind another to its delight, / Joys in another's loss of ease, / And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.鈥'
T: 'Yet, isn't that quite the ambivalence we have been talking about this entire time? An impossible balance of two sides that are still of the one same essence. The same thing, changed to opposites by disposition鈥 One is bred of innocence, one of experience; both important themes for Blake, as you probably know. He applies it to love right here, but we might just say the same thing for kindness. Innocence, to be taken as selflessness, is which makes of kindness the act of strength; its goal only to be found in itself. Experience, therefore to be taken as selfishness, makes of kindness a tool to achieve one's end through bargain or deceit. The difference lies not in the outcome for the other, but in the strength it takes to stay innocent in the self.'
Y: 'Now YOU are the one who renders me speechless, T鈥 That is an incredibly clever line of argumentation! And you even backed up my previous argument with it, so thank you for that ;)'
T: '...I did? How so?'
Y: 'Hehe鈥 You thought it disappointing and disillusioning that people (regardless of who they are) eventually cease to be kind out of sincerity, and go over to pretense. But your entire line of argument just proved that it's a deeply human flaw, and one of circumstance rather than of character: if your strength runs out, you lose your innocence, and you thereby lose the sincerity in your kindness. And if you scroll back up a bit, you will find my elaboration on running empty eventually if you give too much of your kindness to others without getting enough back. Equal up kindness and strength, and you have just proven my argument ;)'
T: 'Oh dear鈥 I didn't even notice I had come around to your side. You are too clever for me, Y/n.'
Y: '...says the guy who used Blake's thematic categories to build a flawless line of argumentation while I merely stated my opinion鈥'
T: 'You started with Blake.'
Y: 'I only quoted Blake, you started with the interpretation of his themes. Now stop talking yourself out of this and accept that you are really quite brilliant, T! You can't hide that from me, you know ;)'
T: 'Ehehe鈥 Coming from you, I will take that as a sincere compliment. Thank you.'
Y: 'Of course it's a sincere compliment, you nut! I'm not spilling my life's flaws in detail to you only to then lie to you in empty phrases. Besides, I could be way more creative than that if I intended to be insincere.'
T: 'I have no doubt about that. And I have no doubt about your sincerity either, which is a most welcome change for me. It's never that easy, especially not with the job I do. Speaking of work, I'm not keeping you from yours, right? I am having a rare day off for once, as you might have guessed from the luncheon, and that has rather led me to forget that you actually might still have to attend to your work nonetheless.'
Y: 'It's perfectly fine, I'm in no hurry to be doing anything specific today, I'm weeks ahead of what I ought to do鈥 That's the advantage of doing little besides working all day, every day. You get quite far ahead. Besides, even if I end up being busy at times, feel free to talk to me nonetheless if you feel like it. I'll reply when I can ;)'
T: 'I will remember that and most likely make use of it before I can help myself :) Please, feel free and welcome to do the same. (Just don't be surprised, I am sometimes kept busy and without a cellphone for many hours on end. It comes with the job, which can be both a curse and blessing.) Do you have classes to give today?'
Y: 'Yeah, I had one at eight and will have another at two.'
T: 'Two in the afternoon? Today鈥?'
Y: 'Yes?'
T: 'I don't mean to impose, but that's in five minutes. Have you lost track of time? (I really can't blame you; I can't quite believe that it's already gotten so late myself.)'
Y: 'Ahh fuck, no no no鈥 Alright, I got to go. Run, actually. I'll talk to you later! Go give B some attention ;)'
T: 'Will do. He will be delighted to go for another stroll in the rain, I'm sure. You enjoy your class, and if I don't drown in the meantime, I will talk to you later indeed.'
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lex-the-flex13 hours ago
hihi! i saw your requests are open; could you write 1 and/or 3 with loki? so excited to read this!
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Of course! Thank you for the requests! Don鈥檛 apologize, you鈥檙e good. 鈽猴笍
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Deciding to take a break, you set down your pen, and take your gaze away from the seemingly large desktop computer screen. Rubbing your now strained eyes, your hug your knees while sinking in your comfortable desk chair. Looking at the calendar in the bottom corner of your computer, you make an unnecessary mental note of the date.聽
April 5th, 2024.聽
You couldn鈥檛 believe it.聽
It had been six years since Loki had passed. You still remember the day when Thor broke the news to you. While you processed and moved through grief in your own way, you still couldn鈥檛 believe he was gone. Closing your eyes, you felt the warmth of the sun beaming in through your apartments window, harking back to a simpler time.聽
The fresh Asgardian air lingered in your lungs with the scent of sea salt and flowers.聽Taking in the sights, you calmly walked through the gardens and sat down on a small stone bench with a book in hand. Returning your attention to the text, you greatly appreciated that Odin recommended that you brush up on the vast culture of Asgard. Diving into the book, you hadn鈥檛 realized that a few hours had passed.
So much so that Loki was determined to find your hiding place within the Palace. Coming into the gardens, Loki makes his way to the peaceful place where you sat.
鈥淭here you are. I鈥檝e been looking everywhere for you.鈥 He says, sitting down next to you.
鈥淵ou knew I wouldn鈥檛 get far.鈥 You reply and close the book.
Looking up at Loki, you glance into his eyes, just as he leans closer to you.
鈥淲hat is it?鈥 You ask, with your voice turning into a whisper.
鈥淚鈥檝e fallen in love with you, Y/N. And it鈥檚 all I could鈥檝e asked for. Even though I am just a lowly God.鈥 Loki confesses.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not a lowly God, Loki. You just haven鈥檛 found your purpose yet and I know you will.鈥 You say, placing your hand of his as the late afternoon transformed into the early evening.
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noahlauffeyson16 hours ago
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Being Loki鈥檚 best friend :)
(Gender neutral)
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You both relentlessly pick on Thor
He trusts you with his deepest and darkest secrets
He tends to teach you magic
Reading buddy鈥檚 for life
He has a habit of coming to sleep with you at night because he likes to know you are still there.
He knows when you are feeling a little down and will always try to cheer you up
You always play fight
You both shapeshift into each other and try and mimicking one another鈥檚 actions
Whenever you fall out with each other, it takes less than 24 hours for you to make up again
When it鈥檚 either if your birthdays, you always plan a little surprise and spoil each other rotten
You both go down to earth to cause a little trouble for the avengers
Always bail each other out of trouble
He tries to scare you with illusions but you just find it funny
You are both extremely childish
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anonymousfiction21123 hours ago
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Meeting Tom Hiddleston 2
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Summary: After meeting Tom Hiddleston you both have to fly back to your own countries. Once you read the inside of your signed book, you decide to text him. Thinks take an unexpected turn.聽
Word count: 2.539 words
Warnings: Smut
A/N: Click here to read chapter 1. But this chapter can be read seperatly.
Challenge accepted The weekend that you spend with Tom and your friends was amazing. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. You were back in your own country and Tom in his. Even though you had exchanged numbers, you were too afraid to text, afraid he wouldn鈥檛 reply. You unpacked your suitcase and came across the book you had Tom signed. You realized that you never opened the book, too wrapped up in his company. You took the book from your suitcase and sat down on the bed. You slowly opened the first page to see in eloquent handwriting:
Dear (Y/N),
I will certainly conquer your world, if that means I will have you kneeling before me 馃槈
- Loki
You felt yourself heat up and took a deep breath. Images about the first night, and the others were rushing back to you. You involuntarily squeezed your thighs together to relief some of the tension. Then you realized that this was a good excuse to text him. At least if he didn鈥檛 text back, you could try and move on. Hoping to fool yourself to think that would ever be an option. You were thinking about different replies, actually writing them down on paper. It had happened far too often that you were in the middle of rearranging the words of a text, only for you to hit send and come off as a complete idiot. It took a while but eventually you send:
I read your message in the book, you can certainly try but the last time I checked Loki wasn鈥檛 really that good at conquering worlds. x (Y/N)
And now came the part that you hated. You had to wait for him to reply. And while you were waiting you ran every worst-case-scenario in your head. From him not texting back, to him finding it weird, to him being disgusted. You were mentally slapping yourself all day for sending a text like that. But he liked the challenge the first time you questioned Loki鈥檚 method, maybe he would like your text? Or maybe you should have started with something more mundane, like how his day was going? You had checked your phone 10 times in the last 5 minutes. You knew it was ridiculous to expect someone to reply that fast, still, you felt like you had blown it.
The day went by agonizing slow, you tried to distract yourself but nothing worked. You didn鈥檛 know what was wrong with you, you barely had crushes on guys. The fact that you had sex with Tom and he spend a few days with you and your friends was amazing. You figured it would be out of your system by the end, but no. Now that you had a taste, you needed more. Much more! You were ripped from your thoughts when you heard your phone ringing. Looking at the screen you saw the person calling low key. That was Tom, he had asked you would not put his real name in your phone in case you ever lost it and someone would find it. Your stomach tied in knots and you felt like you were going to be sick. After a few seconds you realized you had to answer, maybe it wouldn鈥檛 be that bad.聽聽
鈥楬ey darling, hope I鈥檓 not calling at an inconvenient time?鈥 he asked. The way the word 鈥榙arling鈥 rolled of his tongue in his British accent had you lightheaded.
鈥楴- no of course not鈥 you stammered.
鈥楪reat, I just wanted to ask how your day was going鈥 he said.
You told them about his day and after that you asked him about his. When he was telling you, you started to wonder if he even read your text. After some chit chatting you were convinced that he hadn鈥檛, maybe he never received it?
鈥極h, by the way, good new! I will be shooting a movie near by you. I will be there for a few months next week. I was hoping we could meet up鈥 he said.
鈥榊es, of course! That would be great鈥 you replied eagerly.
鈥楪reat, I have to go now, but I just wanted to let you know that I accept your challenge鈥 he said.
鈥楥hallenge? What challenge?鈥 you asked confused.
鈥楾he text you send me. I will conquer your world and have you kneeling by the end of the first day鈥 he replied in a low dark voice. Before you could reply he hung up. It took a moment before you realized what he meant. You swallowed hard and had to admit you were turned on by those words alone. You wondered what Tom had planned to complete the challenge. It was a challenge you for sure were going to lose, which felt like a win.
Over the next week Tom had texted some dubious things that got you worked up. He had sent some pictures of himself, after he was done working out, swimming or just 鈥榣ounging in bed鈥. Most of them shirtless and his pants were so low you could see the V-shape by his hips. The pictures of him in bed were especially hot. He showed of his abs, his large hands near his crotch which was visibly hard. With the picture he had send a recording wherein he whispered in a dark voice al the filthy things he wanted to do once he was with you. You couldn鈥檛 help but touch yourself, the picture with the voice was too much. Tom clearly knew what kind of effect he had on you, because he called you a few minutes after he send it. You reluctantly answered the call, still extremely horny and wet.
鈥楤y your panting I can only assume that you are doing what I think you are doing鈥 he smirked over the phone.
When you embarrassingly admitted it, Tom started to talk dirty over the phone. He was instructing you what to do and encouraging you to lose yourself in your pleasure. Which you did. After you came he said 鈥榯hat鈥檚 my good girl鈥 and hang up. The words did something to you, you were a bit surprised by it. You didn鈥檛 know if it was the praise, or the fact he called you his. Tom was a wicked man, a wicked man indeed. The next day he let you know that he would fly that day to your city. He asked for you address, since he had a lot of time that day. Thankfully, it was weekend, so you were also free. You didn鈥檛 which time he would come, he didn鈥檛 answer you after he got your address. Until you got a text that late afternoon that said:
Wear something that can easily be removed
Deciding to indulge him further you choose a short dress. You were staring at your lingerie and decided to tease him, you were going commando. Right before you were about the cook yourself dinner you heard a knock on your door. You squealed a little from excitement and rushed to the door. When you opened it, you saw Tom smiling brightly at you with his arms wide open. You immediately hugged him, he pulled you up and spun you around.
鈥業 missed you, darling. This week was torture鈥 he said.
You laughed a little 鈥榊ou surely tortured me the entire week鈥.
You let him in and to your surprise he still had his suitcase with him. But you couldn鈥檛 care less, right now the only thing you wanted to do was kiss him. Tom must have had the same idea, because once he closed the door behind him, he grabbed you and pulled you close to him. His lips were on yours in a second. There was nothing gentle about the way he kissed you, it was passionately, desperate. Like he had been starved and finally the thing he craved for. His hands started to explore your body and you were already helping his out of his jacket. You felt him smile against your lips.
鈥楴aughty girl, no panties. What happened to the good girl I met a week ago?鈥 he whispered against your lips.
鈥楬mm, you corrupted her slightly鈥 you answered.
He just chuckled 鈥楪ood, because I鈥檓 not done yet鈥
Once his jacket was off he helped you with the buttons of his shirt and stood half naked before you. He had kicked his shoes of and you were now undoing his belt and pants. A second later he was completely naked and you marvelled at the sight of him. Tom just smirked and helped you out of your dress. You wanted to kiss him again but he grabbed your wrists and hold you in your place.
鈥楰neel鈥 he whispered in your ear. It sends shivers down your spine. You wanted to kneel, but you were curious to see this side of him. So, you shook your head 鈥榤ake me鈥 you challenged him. A wide smile appeared on his face, and you briefly wondered if this was a good choice, a bad one, or both. Tom walked to the couch, while still holing your wrists together. He sat down, his erect cock standing proudly between his legs. When he pulled you down you instinctively tried to get his cock inside of you, but he would let you. With his hands he pulled your wrists to your back and held them together with only one hand. You were facing him, your clit close to his cock which was begging for attention. His other hand slowly stroked your hips. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, but couldn鈥檛. Your legs were around his, spreading you as he had spread his as wide as he could. Your clit was exposed and you were completely immobile. His stroking hand soon found you clit and you moaned loudly when he started to circle it with his fingers.
鈥楾sk, darling. Already so wet, and I鈥檝e barely begun鈥 he teased you. You only moaned his name in response.
鈥業鈥檝e been thinking about you all week, how it felt to have that pussy of yours clench around my cock, milking it like your life depends on it鈥 he said while stroking your clit faster.
You felt your orgasm build up and were craving your release. Right before it hit you, he stopped. Instead, his hand found your breasts and started to massage one. He ignored your whining and pleading for him to continue. You struggled against the hand that were holding your wrists, but he didn鈥檛 budge. He took your other breasts in his mouth and started to circle and bite your nipple. After that he left multiple bite marks on your breasts, he leaned back and looked proudly at his work. Then he grabbed his cock and he started to tease your clit with the tip of it. You felt your muscles tense up again and you threw your head back.
鈥榊ou鈥檙e so beautiful鈥 he whispered to you. 鈥楤efore you send that text I was going to be a gentleman. Now, I want to fuck you every chance I get while I鈥檓 here鈥 he continued.
鈥楳aybe I will take you to set, stuff that pretty mouth of yours with my cock between takes鈥 鈥極r make you wear a remote-controlled vibrator the entire day, while I play with the buttons鈥
You were close, so close. But right before you came, he stopped again.
鈥楾om, please鈥 you panted. You didn鈥檛 know you could take more of his teasing.
鈥楾ell me, what are you begging for鈥 he mused.
鈥楾ake me, please鈥 you begged.
鈥業s that the best you can do?鈥 he said with a twinkle in his eyes.
鈥楶lease, please, I want you so bad鈥 you said.
He leaned further back and released your arms 鈥榯hen kneel鈥 he said.
You didn鈥檛 have to be told thrice. You quickly got off him and kneeled between his legs. Before he could say anything you took his cock entirely in your mouth and hurt him groan and curse. You eagerly started to suck him, while swirling the tongue around his tip. You flattened your tongue and put more pressure on it when you slide it against his entire shaft. Tom鈥檚 hands flew to your hair and he pulled a little. When he noticed you started to suck him more enthusiastically, he pulled harder.
鈥楾hat鈥檚 it. My good girl鈥 鈥榊ou鈥檙e a fucking goddess鈥 he praised you.
You felt his muscles tense and he moaned loudly. You knew he was close, but you didn鈥檛 stop. Tom grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you off his cock. You looked questioningly at him.
鈥業 want to cum inside of you鈥 he said darkly. He pulled you on his lap and didn鈥檛 waste any time to plunge his cock balls deep inside of you. You eagerly started to ride him while he was guiding your motions with his hands on your ass. His gaze was locked at your bouncing breasts. When you felt your orgasm build up, you threw your head back. He seized that opportunity to bite your neck, surely leaving a mark. But you couldn鈥檛 care less. When his fingers found your clit, he circled it a few time, and you came immediately. Your walls clenched around him and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. After a few more thrusts you rest your head against his forehead, and both of you tried to control your breathing. His cock was still inside of you and his possessive hands on your hips held you there.
鈥楾hat was..鈥 you started, Tom hummed in agreement.
鈥楲ove, you have no idea what you are doing to me鈥 he whispered.
You laughed and wanted to move off him, but he tightened his grip and held you there. 鈥楴ot yet鈥 he said. 鈥楽houldn鈥檛 you check into the hotel tough? Usually, they don鈥檛 let you check in after dinner, which is almost鈥 you asked him.
He kissed you deeply. 鈥業 have till 10 pm to check in鈥 he answered. 鈥榃hen I鈥檓 here I would be busy and the hotel is like half an hour away from your place. And the set even more than an hour. So, I was wondering what you would think about me staying at your place?鈥 he asked.
You tried to think it over, but Tom started rambling 鈥業 mean, I don鈥檛 want to pressure you. I just, wanted to spend most of my time with you. But if you are not comfortable I will take the hotel. I didn鈥檛 mean.. It was maybe stupid too..鈥 You kissed him to shut him up and tried not to giggle at his change in personality. You liked how he could go from the dominant sex god to the sweet rambling idiot, just like that.
鈥榊ou can stay here鈥 you smiled brightly at him. Tom looked very relieved to hear you say that. You felt his cock harden again.
鈥業- I should however start to cook, for dinner鈥 you said while trying to get off him.
Tom held you in place and kissed you deeper. To your surprise he stood up and held you impaled on his cock. 鈥楤edroom?鈥 he asked. You pointed him towards the door behind the two of you. He started to walk there while kissing you. He laid you gently on the bed and slowly started to thrust. Your hands caressed his back and your legs wrapped around his waist. Tom left open mouth kisses on your lips, cheeks, and your neck. 鈥業 will help you cook, once I have you more intimately. Deal?鈥 he whispered.
鈥楧eal鈥 you moaned.
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bri-made-a-mistakea day ago
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鉂漷roubling timeframes鉂
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summary/request:
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warnings: smut, oral sex f receiving, fingering, semi-public sex, bit of a time jump at the very end
word count: 2.2k
a/n:聽you wanna hear a small horror story? i was about halfway through writing the smut portion of this when i noticed it was nearly 2am, so i exited out of the document bc i still wanted to catch some sleep. the next morning, i woke up鈥ND THE SMUT HADN鈥橳 SAVED. after i spent about an hour sobbing in agony, hating myself, (over-exaggerating lmao) i rewrote the bit. it鈥檚 not rushed as i spent all day on it and it鈥檚 still hot imo, but i stg if the original smut had saved鈥ell, anon, i hope you enjoy anyway. tysm for requesting!
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One of the things you hated most about quantum mechanics was its interpretations. For nearly a decade now, you and Tony had had conflicting theories on how quantum mechanics corresponded to reality鈥 all because you interpreted the physics differently.
Or maybe you just hated being wrong, because it was Tony鈥檚 theory that led you here in 2012 New York disguised as a security guard and acting as backup for the Time Heist, not yours. When you thought about it, the circumstances for how you got here still didn鈥檛 make perfect sense, but whatever, there were more pressing things at stake right now.
Like, the fact that 2012 Tony was currently having a heart attack. Or, according to present Tony, mild cardiac dysrhythmia.
鈥淗e鈥檚 convulsing, give him air!鈥 someone shouted, and you couldn鈥檛 help it, you tensed a little.
鈥淭ones, you sure this鈥檒l work?鈥 you hissed through clenched teeth.
鈥淩elax, I鈥檓 not dying,鈥 replied 2023 Tony, scarily nonchalant about it all. He was standing a little closer to the conflict, also disguised as a security guard.
鈥淵et,鈥 you mumbled under your breath.
鈥淢edic!鈥 you suddenly hollered over your shoulder, motioning to the scene playing out in front of you now, 鈥淢edic!鈥
鈥淕ive these guys some help!鈥 2023 Tony joined in.
Meanwhile, 2012 Thor was sweating bullets. 鈥淪peak to me Stark, is it - is it your chest machine? Breathe!鈥
2012 Tony was gasping hard on the floor as people surrounded him, and then, you barely saw it in the commotion, but the tiniest dot emerged from out of nowhere and forced the briefcase in 2023 Tony鈥檚 direction.
Scott. Time to make your getaway.
鈥淲atch my six,鈥 2023 Tony muttered out of the corner of his mouth as he darted forward to take the briefcase. It wasn鈥檛 exactly his six, but you watched as Loki鈥檚 eyes followed the sliding case鈥 he knew something was up.
鈥淕ood job, meet me in the alley, I鈥檓 gonna grab a quick slice,鈥 2023 Tony breathed as he started for the elevator with the case in hand; 2012 Tony was still convulsing.
BANG!
Everyone in the lobby flinched as Hulk smashed his way into the room, and 2023 Tony went flying鈥 shit, the Tesseract.
鈥淣O STAIRS!鈥 the Hulk roared.
Fuck it: you broke all cover and shot towards the Space Stone, but not before the glowing cube had slid straight at Loki鈥檚 feet. In a flash, you saw him glance down, saw the glimmer reappear in his eyes, and in that moment, all of your worst nightmares became true: he grabbed it and disappeared into nothingness.
鈥淣o!鈥 you shrieked, tearing off your helmet despite yourself, really breaking cover now as all eyes in the lobby found you, 鈥淟oki! He - he got away!鈥
2012 Tony heaved in a breath, 2012 Thor turned to look over his shoulder with his hammer pressed on the Arc Reactor, and then out of nowhere, someone opened a rectangular, near-transparent portal.
鈥淚 hereby arrest you for crimes against the timeline,鈥 someone ordered, pointing a rifle at you.
鈥淵/N?鈥 2012 Tony called from the floor, still out of breath, though seemingly over his little dysrhythmia. 鈥淚 thought you were helping Cap coordinate search and rescue?鈥
Fuck.
鈥淲e鈥檙e one unit away from the red line!鈥 someone exclaimed, a someone apart of that same armoured squad that had just appeared out of nowhere, and your breath hitched.
鈥淪eize her!鈥 cried yet another someone.
Before you could fight it, two of these new soldiers grabbed your arm and forced you down, and with a sharp blow to your head, your consciousness spiralled into darkness.
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The office you鈥檇 ended up in seemed permanently stuck in the 70s: everything was orange or a horrible, horrible brown, but occasionally there were spatters of green. Honestly, it all reminded you of puke, which in turn made bile rise in your throat. It had been one wild day: you鈥檇 gone from 2023 to 2012 to a mysterious place where time didn鈥檛 exist at all.
You were waiting for an agent called Mobius, someone told you. As far as you knew you鈥檇 done everything right: not necessarily chronologically, you鈥檇 collected a ticket, stood before a judge and admitted that you鈥檇 blown the Time Heist (putting it that way sounded like you鈥檇 done something horrible when you really hadn鈥檛) confirmed you were not a robot to your knowledge, signed the enormous pad of paper that was apparently everything you鈥檇 ever said, and let yourself be put into this stupid prison jumpsuit without a fight. Now what?
The clock above you was interesting, so you focused on that. It had thirteen hands and it was the same ugly orange colour as everything in this office. God, you never realized you could hate a single colour this much.
鈥淗i,鈥 someone said, making you whip around. A middle aged man with greying hair and a moustache had just entered, and with a soft snap, the door swung shut behind him.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e Mobius?鈥 you asked flatly.
鈥淭hat I am. You would be Y/N, correct?鈥
You narrowed your eyes just the tiniest bit. 鈥淵eah.鈥
鈥淕reat. So,鈥 he started, striding forward and seating himself at what was now obviously his desk, 鈥淚鈥檓 sure you know why you were brought into the TVA. You screwed with the Sacred Timeline, intentionally or unintentionally, I鈥檝e read your file, the incident looks to be a kinda heat of the moment thing, so-鈥
鈥淲hat am I doing here?鈥 you interjected, rather rudely you thought, but after the day you鈥檇 had you really didn鈥檛 care. 鈥淭he judge told me I was guilty, said I鈥檇 be reset back to my timeline. That was, by my understanding of time, an hour ago. I鈥檓 still here.鈥
Mobius looked vaguely uncomfortable at that. 鈥淵es - you see, because of the way you diverged off of the Sacred Timeline, we鈥檝e decided to keep you here longer, you might be useful to us. You know what鈥檚 interesting? You weren鈥檛 the only Variant apprehended in 2012.鈥
You chewed on your lip, unimpressed, hoping the conversation wouldn鈥檛 go the way you thought it was going. 鈥淎nd who would that Variant be?鈥
Mobius gave you a sympathetic look. 鈥淚 think you already know. It鈥檚 Loki Laufeyson.鈥
You stood up despite yourself. 鈥淎bsolutely not.鈥
You started for the door, but all of a sudden you were sitting in your chair again.
Mobius grimaced at you. 鈥淵ou still got your Time Collar on, so you鈥檙e not going anywhere.鈥
鈥淗ow could I possibly be of use to you?鈥 you shot back. 鈥淎nd if it involves putting me in the vicinity of that - that monster, if he鈥檚 here at the Time Vacationing Authority or whatever-鈥
鈥淭ime Variance Authority,鈥 Mobius corrected quietly.
鈥淭hen no, I鈥檓 out,鈥 you yelled over him, slamming your hands onto the mahogany table, 鈥淪end me back to my own timeline and I鈥檒l forget this ever happened.鈥
鈥淲hat happened between you guys? Why are you so disgusted?鈥 he asked, standing up with you but still very obviously brandishing the remote of your Time Collar.
This had you spluttering for words. 鈥淚t鈥檚 just - he鈥檚 a migraine. Always has been.鈥
He tutted. 鈥淲ell, you鈥檙e not wrong.鈥
He motioned to the chair. 鈥淪it down and I鈥檒l explain to you the full situation.鈥
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Three hours later鈥 at least, according to your understanding of time鈥 you were searching for Loki in a labyrinth of mute orange hallways.
You couldn鈥檛 believe you were doing this. This was madness.
I鈥檓 gonna need to trust you don鈥檛 rip his head off, Mobius had told you. I need to find Ravonna again, I鈥檒l explain to her our agreement. In the meantime, bring him to this office and I鈥檒l give you guys your first textbooks.
Fucking textbooks! Like you were in school again! You promised yourself when you strode across the stage to receive your Master鈥檚 degree that you wouldn鈥檛 go through that onslaught of sleepless nights and general discomfort again. You barely pulled yourself through it that time. And now you were here, against your will鈥
You rounded the corner, still lost in your thoughts, twisted the knob of a door, and nearly jumped out of your jumpsuit when you came face to face with Loki.
Well, not face to face, exactly, he was sitting down with his gaze boring into his thumbs and you were staring at him from the doorway, but that counted as face to face to you. You were pretty sure this was the closest you鈥檇 be able to get to him without the urge to tear his head off.
鈥淗i,鈥 you said cautiously. 鈥淵ou met Mobius, right?鈥
Loki looked up from his thumbs, spotted you, and flat-out ignored what you鈥檇 just said.
鈥淵/N Y/L/N.鈥
鈥淗ave you met Mobius?鈥 you repeated irritably. 鈥淗e wants you back. I鈥檓 supposed to take you.鈥
鈥淲hat are you doing here?鈥 Loki demanded, ignoring you again.
鈥淭he same reason you鈥檙e here,鈥 you responded tiredly, already giving up on asking him things. 鈥淵ou stole the Tesseract and fucked over my timeline, so we both ended up here, hurray.鈥
Loki surveyed you, and when he spoke, you could鈥檝e sworn his voice got lower. 鈥淗urray indeed.鈥
It made a confusing rush of heat swell up in your chest. Oh no.
鈥淗ave you seen your life play out too?鈥 he asked, pointing at the screen to his left, and it was then you realized it was a projector screen, not a weird-patterned wall.
鈥淣o,鈥 you said cautiously.
鈥淥dd,鈥 he replied, and then he didn鈥檛 do anything to follow up with his sentence, just sat there in his silence, so you stood there awkwardly.
鈥淎re you-鈥
鈥淵es, yes, coming.鈥
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Mobius鈥 office, waiting for Mobius himself to come back, but you were pressed against the cold mahogany wood of his desk with Loki on top of you. Worst of all? Over the weeks that had passed since you鈥檇 both wound up at the TVA, this wasn鈥檛 the first time you鈥檇 ended up like this. Sure, you might have still considered him a monster, but you鈥檇 realized long ago that nothing was that bad if it felt good.
鈥淎nd here I thought I would have to get you ready for me,鈥 Loki murmured as he rubbed your half-clothed clit with his thumb, 鈥淗ow long have you been this wet, my darling?鈥
That was the first time he had ever called you darling, but you took it in stride.
鈥淎ll day,鈥 you replied breathlessly.
鈥淥f course,鈥 he groaned, finally pulling your panties out of the way to expose your glistening pussy, 鈥淔uck, I imagine there鈥檚 not much here to do in the TVA, is there?鈥
鈥淛ust files and files and occasionally Miss Minutes,鈥 you mumbled back with a grin in your voice as the thumb on your sweet spot became faster.
Loki drew back to spit on your clit, and you sighed without meaning to. 鈥淔uck鈥︹
鈥淐ould you imagine if they caught us in here?鈥 he started, his voice deathly low, 鈥淗ow would Mobius react if he came rushing back in and saw you splayed out like this? All over his desk for me?鈥
The sigh turned into a high-pitched, breathy moan as Loki sunk a finger inside of you: when he leaned forward to lick a stripe up your pussy, it was almost overkill, you could feel him smirking on your skin.
鈥淢ake it quick, Laufeyson,鈥 you forced yourself to snap.
He let out a noise that sounded like a murmured chuckle, and then all of a sudden you were pushed right into the goddamn desk鈥 the finger crooked inside of you was perfectly stimulating your g-spot and he was rubbing your clit at the exact same time, this was some seriously advanced shit.
You couldn鈥檛 help but buck against the stimulation and grope for one of Mobius鈥 possessions to hold onto: you found a glowing green paperweight and squeezed it so hard you weren鈥檛 sure how it didn鈥檛 snap in half. You could feel the pressure building against your core, you were due to burst at any second.
Loki was panting in rhythm with you, and if you bothered to look down, you would鈥檝e seen his soaked fingers delving in and out of you at a quick pace. He was getting off from this just as much as you were, you realized.
鈥淪hit,鈥 you gasped, clenching around his fingers, 鈥淪hit - Loki, I鈥檓 gonna-鈥
At that moment, you heard footsteps echo down the hall and Loki automatically jumped off you. 鈥淕et down!鈥
You weren鈥檛 sure if it was terror alone, the fact your blood had ran so cold it seemed to cease flowing through you altogether, or the fact that Loki had actually dragged you off of Mobius鈥 desk鈥 sending the paperweight tumbling to the floor鈥 that got you back in your seat before you even registered moving. Your core was still pulsing against your panties, you were still on the precipice of orgasm鈥
鈥淔ound the file,鈥 Mobius announced proudly as he sidled his way into the room: Loki was trying to slide a folder back onto the desk as naturally as possible.
鈥淩ight,鈥 you bit out, folding your hands rigidly on your lap, 鈥淲here were we? Branch timelines?鈥
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call-me-fanvergenta day ago
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it鈥檚 just,,, it鈥檚,,, i just love him alright
like he鈥檚 just,,, adorable okay
simping for owen wilson was not on my 2021 bingo card alright
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wuv him 馃ズ鉂わ笍
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deadpoctsa day ago
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DINNER AND DIATRIBES! loki laufeyson x god!reader
summary:锟 bored at a royal event, you and loki decide to escape and have some fun. nsfw!
word count: 2k words
author鈥檚 note: using hozier songs as titles? sounds like me. will be part of a long-lasting series but can be read as a standalone!! both god!reader and loki are kind of bratty teenagers in this.
You shift your weight back and forth on the heels of your feet as you wait for your parents to join you. Your father, who鈥檚 in notably jovial spirits thanks to tonight鈥檚 celebrations, is stood beside your mother and chatting to Tyr, a fellow member of Odin鈥檚 esteemed council, and his wife, Zisa.
When you hear your name roll off Zisa鈥檚 tongue, your turn your head back to face them. Your mother beckons you to come closer.聽鈥淚t feels as though it鈥檚 been so long since we鈥檝e seen you, my child,鈥 she says, offering you a warm smile.聽鈥淗as it not, Tyr?鈥
You feel your heart suddenly drop in your chest, though you try not to show the聽surprise that has come over you. Unknown to both Zisa and your parents, your path聽had happened to cross with Tyr鈥檚 a few days ago 鈥 only, the circumstances were ones you聽fancied being kept privy from your parents; who still envisioned you, their sweet, young daughter, as perfectly pure and innocent.
Loki had snuck out the palace to be with you that day 鈥 the two of you rushing through the cobbled Asgardian streets, hand-in-hand, hoods covering your heads. You鈥檇 disappeared to the market, where you were certain to be provided a sense of privacy in the secluded alleyways. Or so you thought.
鈥淲as that the sound of footsteps?鈥 You鈥檇 asked him, your words languid and idle as you聽struggled not to completely lose yourself in the feeling of his lips against your neck.
Your words had not deterred him, however, for he鈥檇 continued to suck on your skin.聽鈥淧erhaps.鈥澛
鈥淒oes the idea of someone catching sight of us not deter you?鈥澛燳ou recall how you鈥檇聽thrown your head back to allow him easier access to the rest of your neck.聽He鈥檇 chuckled.
鈥淚 doubt anything could deter me, dove,鈥 he鈥檇 said before later adding, this time 聽in a lower voice,聽鈥渓et them see us.鈥 You鈥檇 felt a shiver run up your spine.
Of course, that鈥檚 what then happened.聽
It was a lot less appealing than Loki鈥檚 attractive words, dripping in his husky tone, had led you to believe.聽
You fear that your cheeks have gone a similar colour as they had when he鈥檇 spotted the two of you, caught up in each other, that day. Anxiously, you watched as Tyr turned to his wife.
鈥淵es,鈥 he breaks out into a smile. 鈥淚t鈥檚 been too long, hasn鈥檛 it?鈥
鈥淭oo long,鈥 she affirmed with a large smile of her own. 鈥淎nd don鈥檛 you look so beautiful tonight! Truly, very stunning. You would tell us if there was a special someone you were dressing to impress, wouldn't you, dear?鈥澛
Your father鈥檚 loud laugh masks any noise the large gulp in your throat might have made.聽鈥淒on鈥檛 be so witless, Zisa! Y/N knows better than to entertain herself with the simple pleasures of young, foolish boys.鈥
Your eyes remain fixed on the ground 鈥 you can feel Tyr鈥檚 stare lingering on you but you chose to ignore it.聽
Thankfully for you, the conversation dwindles off into something else entirely as the elders begin to make their way inside the palace. As you follow them into the banquet hall, you note the extravagance of everything. The music, the food, the decorations are all objects of marvel. Odin has certainly spared no expense.
A group of servants lead you to the head of the table where, one-by-one, you begin to greet the royals.聽鈥淵our majesties,鈥 you say, offering a slight curtsey. Frigga offers your gracious smile, meanwhile Odin nods his head, a signal, you presume from your many years at court, to move along and greet the next royal.聽
You struggle to contain the smile that tugs at your lips聽when you catch sight of who is next.聽鈥淵our highness,鈥 your tone, this time, is more daring, layered with the teasing sweetness of honey, as you curtsey again.聽
鈥淟ady Y/L/N.鈥澛
Your eyes widen slightly as you notice him make a gesture for you to hold out your hand. Sparing your parents a brisk glance, you see that their already deep in conversation with Frigga. Could one swift, speedy touch really endanger the secrecy you'd gone to great lengths to protect? Quickly, you thrust your hand in his direction.聽
A mischievous spark lights in Loki鈥檚 eyes.
In one, antagonising slow, movement, Loki draws your hand closer to his mouth and he places a delicate kiss on you skin. Had you not been in public, you likely would've relished in the deliberately drawn out gesture. Yet, you are in public, your parents stood a mere foot away, and Loki knows how much you fear being found out 鈥 the teasing smile on his face tells you that much.
鈥淚鈥檝e saved you a seat.鈥
鈥淗ow kind of you, your highness.鈥 Your tone is slightly scathing, though only in playful jest. You slip through the gap between the main table and the head before sitting down beside Loki at the very end of the table. 鈥淲hat have you done with Thor?鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 fret, dove, he鈥檚 still alive. At least he was when he left.鈥 You eye the prince curiously as he takes a sip from his cup. 鈥淗e鈥檚 gone out drinking, you see 鈥 and if that doesn鈥檛 kill him off, then father likely will. You should鈥檝e seen how angry he was when brother announced he was going out.鈥 You note a solemn expression form on Loki鈥檚 face.
鈥淎nd you? Did you not fancy to go out drinking with him?鈥
鈥淎nd face my father鈥檚 wrath? No, I鈥檇 much rather leave that to Thor. Besides,鈥 the once serious expression has now disapeared entirely, and in it鈥檚 place is a sprightly smirk, 鈥淚 heard that a certain daughter of a man in my father鈥檚 council was to be present tonight.鈥
You know for a fact it鈥檚 you he speaks of, yet you continue along with his jocose game for the sake of being good-humoured. 鈥淲ell, I do hope you meet her.鈥
鈥淪o do I. Alas, until then I suppose I must entertain myself with you.鈥
鈥淗ow should you manage?鈥
It鈥檚 during the first course of the meal that you finally come up with a way to repay Loki for his earlier gesture. You wait until he鈥檚 distracted, when he鈥檚聽listening to his father entertain the surrounding council men, before you place your hand on his upper thigh 鈥 the hand he鈥檇 previously gestured for you to extend. Your fingertips deliver a dance on the fabric of his trousers, teasing at his most sensitive area.
You hear him let out a loud sigh.
鈥淔or someone who鈥檚 so scared of being found out, you鈥檙e awfully bold, dove.鈥澛
All of a sudden, he takes hold of your wandering hand, forcing it to remain in one place. Even as his grip tightens, the playful smile on your face does not falter.聽
Your eyes flutter down to his pants, not failing to miss the way the material around his crotch has tightened.聽鈥淒oes my touch really have such an effect on you, your highness?鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 be a tease now, dove. You know it does.鈥
You feel Loki draw closer to you, his mouth so close to your neck that his warm breath leaves a trail of goosebumps up the skin of your neck.聽鈥淲hat do you say to you and I getting out of this place?鈥 He whispers, his voice gentle and low in your ear as he presses a kiss against you lobe.
鈥淚 say where to?鈥
鈥淭here鈥檚 a broom cupboard; it鈥檚 only a few corridors away. I say there.鈥
鈥淗ow romantic,鈥 you remark.
鈥淪ays the person who was more than happy to do it in an alleyway behind the market place.鈥 His smirk grows more notable as he pulls away from your ear.聽鈥淚 am more than happy to take you back to my quarters, only then I fear our little secret would be out.鈥
He gets up from his seat, surveying around the room one final time before turning back to you.聽鈥淭ake a left once you come out of here, continue down that corridor and take a right when you get down the end of that one. I鈥檒l be waiting for you there.鈥 You nod with a diligence that truthfully surprises him.聽鈥淟eave a couple of minutes after I鈥檓 gone. We wouldn't want anyone to get suspicious now, would we?鈥
You shake your head. He offers you one final smile before making his exit.
As instructed, you wait for a couple of minutes to pass before getting up from your own seat and beginning to make your way out.聽鈥淵/N, dear, where do you disappear of to?鈥 You father inquires, forcing you to halt in your place.
鈥淭he toilet, father.鈥 Not unlike Loki, you too had been gifted with a silver tongue at birth that allowed you to lie easily.聽
鈥淲ell, don鈥檛 be too long. I was just telling her majesty about your improvement in your endeavours to learn to play the Lyre.鈥 Frigga offers you a generous smile,聽鈥淚 would love to hear you play. If you wouldn鈥檛 mind, perhaps upon your return?鈥澛
You return her smile. 鈥淥f course, your majesty.鈥
You keep your head down as you leave the banquet hall, silently cursing your father for ensuring that now, if your return isn鈥檛 speedy then eyebrows would no doubt be raised. You find Loki, as promised, waiting for you in one of the palace鈥檚 many corridors.
His smile falters slightly when he takes note of your expression.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 wrong?鈥澛
鈥淥n my return from the bathroom I am to play a song on the Lyre for your mother.鈥 Loki's expression does not alter like you expect it would at the news 鈥 instead, it remains steadfast and attentive.聽鈥淒o you not understand what that means?鈥
鈥淥f course I understand what it means, dove. Just that we鈥檒l have to be quick. That鈥檚 all.鈥 And with that, you feel his hands take hold of you shoulders and he pushes you inside the broom cupboard. It鈥檚 dark inside the cupboard, and you can barely make out his face in the shadows.聽
Still, that doesn't prevent his lips from finding yours and within moments, the two of you are attached at the mouth.
As Loki grabs hold of the skirt of your dress and pushing it up, your fingers intertwine with his long, raven-coloured locks and you begin to tug slightly.聽鈥淪ometimes, I feel as though father made you just for me,鈥 Loki announces, the tip of him teasing your entrance.聽鈥淭hat you were the one thing created to be mine.鈥
You can鈥檛 help the slight shrieking noise that falls from your mouth as you feel him enter you; whether it鈥檚 due to his words or the actual jolt itself, you鈥檙e not sure.聽It鈥檚 frivolous teenage passion at its most heightened 鈥 breathy moans, warm touches, scent of desire 鈥 and you can鈥檛 get enough of it.聽
Your hold remains strong on Loki鈥檚 hair as he thrusts harder, thrusts further, inside you. You hear a gentle whimper leave his lips. Silently, you wish to yourself that there was more light in the cupboard so you鈥檇 be able to see the expressions that colour his face; you imagine, they鈥檙e quite heavenly to watch.聽
Once you鈥檝e both finished, Loki kneels down on the ground and, whilst holding up your skirt, uses his tongue to clean away any of the remaining mess on your legs. The feeling of his tongue, so smooth with both words and in touch, makes you long to remain like this for the rest of the evening. The day, the week, the month. Perhaps even longer. However, before you can voice this desire of yours, he stands up.
鈥淚 think it's best we return 鈥 a little birdie told聽me that there鈥檚 a musical performance about to start.鈥
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sweetfictionalworlda day ago
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Secrets // Loki x F!Reader
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Warnings: Smut, oral sex.
Author's notes: My first Loki fic in ages. It's short, but I hope y'all enjoy it.
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Nobody knows it. How you sneak into Loki's quarters each night and the God of Mischief fucks you until you're raw and sore. At least you hope nobody knows. How would that look? A TVA agent fucking a Variant? But somehow, you can't stay away.聽Somehow, he got you wrapped around his little finger.
It all started a few days after Loki arrived, and you were one of the agents accompanying Mobius on his latest mission. The trickster God was handsome and flirty, but you noticed he was giving extra attention to you. Why you didn't know. You were nothing special. Just another TVA agent. But, maybe Loki saw something in you that you didn鈥檛? Or maybe, he saw someone who was easy to manipulate and who was craving the touch from another person.
"Eyes on me."聽
Opening your eyes, you look down and meet Loki's wicked, blue gaze as he looks up at you while the tip of his tongue flicks across the swollen bud peeking out from your folds he's parting with his fingers. Your face becomes hot with embarrassment and all you want is to hide behind your eyelids. But Loki forces you to look at him. It isn't magic, you know it can't be. But something about Loki makes you obey his every command. Like now, when he plunges his fingers deep inside you and order you to come while his tongue keeps circling your clit and his fingers is pumping in and out of you faster and harder. You come with no restraints, moaning his name in pleasure as you clench around his fingers and wet his face with your juices.
"Good girl."聽
Before you know it, Loki is inside you, his big cock splitting you open as he pounds you into the mattress. He slams into you hard and rough, grunting and digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs when he cums, filling your womb with every last drop of cum he has to offer. It's all about him now, and you smile, satisfied to know it's you that makes him feel this way. No one else.
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motherbarnesa day ago
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Chapter 3
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Ana鈥檚 POV
I groaned in pain, I looked to my left and saw Loki starting to wake up from being unconscious. I started to look around and I saw a green room with a bit of white. I get up from the mattress and go to a window and see a big wormhole up in the sky. 鈥 Where are we?鈥 i muttered聽
鈥淎na, where are we?;what happened?鈥滾oki said, still dazed. 鈥 Look, I don't know where we are, but it's your fault that we're here!鈥 鈥淢ine? It鈥檚 your fault that-鈥 I heard the door glide and saw a woman with weird face paintings? 鈥淭he grandmaster will see you now鈥 We both looked back at her and then looked at eachother Loki went first then i followed to wherever we were going. We walked into a room where we see a tall mysterious man in golden robes. He is looking right at us. He doesn鈥檛 know what to make of us. He鈥檚 curious, thrilled, revolted, and titillated. Pulling back we see the lady who brought us here, his trusty guard, at his side. Two golden ladies loiter off to the side. Other strange guests can be seen in the background. Grandmaster stares and smiles. 鈥淲elcome to Sakkar, Now what business do you have here?聽
A romantic getaway, Honeymoon, and or vacation. Me and Loki look at eachother. Loki smiles and puts his hand on my back 鈥 Yes, ah a Romantic Getaway, the form of a getaway that is romantic鈥 Loki said 鈥淥h, How exciting, Topaz give them the luxury suite, So how long have you guys been together鈥 Grandmaster said i quickly pitched in 鈥 Oh you know, ha uhm 30 years鈥 i sounded all stuttery and smiled at loki giving him a kiss on the cheek to make it seem more believable. 鈥淲ell, look at you too romantic already, there's going to be a party tomorrow, i hope to see you there you are dismissed. ``''we鈥檒l be there鈥 we both said and smiled and walked away to our room.鈥 did you really have to pick a romantic getaway鈥 i sighed 鈥 Did you have a better idea, that will not get us possibly killed鈥. Loki said. We reached our room and there were rose petals and candles lit everywhere. 鈥淚 say we should lay low for a while until we find a way to get out鈥 I said. 鈥淔or once, i actually agree with you, we should act sentimental towards each other鈥 loki gasped i quickly declined 鈥渢here鈥檚 no way i'm doing that鈥 鈥 you must because i am the king of asgard and you must do as i say鈥 he growled and took a step forward closer meeting my lips 鈥 And I am the queen of asgard and i don鈥檛 have to follow your orders鈥 i whispered 鈥 it's been a long day so if you dont mind im going to go to sleep鈥 i said walking away in the room.聽
~Time Skip~
I tried walking nonchalantly as I could trying to find Thor but soon found the grandmaster and Loki discussing something quietly. I widened my eyes and tried to walk away slowly. 鈥淗ey! Where are you going, we were just talking about you鈥澛
i closed my eyes and scolded myself. I turned back and saw Loki coming up to me and hugged me, i slowly wrapped my arms around him and he pulled away and stared into my eyes 鈥 alright you two, get a room,鈥 the grandmaster said laughing. We quickly pulled away, chuckling nervously. 鈥 Come on, the party is almost starting,鈥漷he grandmaster said while walking away. Loki followed him while giving me a second glance. I walked into grandmaster鈥檚 chambers with room filled with people. 鈥淪it here and stay i'll go get us some drinks鈥 loki whispered at walked away i looked around and see musicians play weird instruments 鈥 okay, here you go鈥 loki sat down on the couch 鈥渢hanks鈥 i murmured and as time passed on people started to sit down around us and started conversations i see women touching loki鈥檚 arm and i looked up at grandmaster playing his strange piano refilling聽 with the music in the background. 鈥淭here was a wormhole in space and time beneath me. At that moment, I let go鈥 Loki chuckled. Loki met my eyes and heard a 鈥淟OKI鈥 . We both looked in front of us to see Thor in a chair strapped down. 鈥淟oki!? Ana! Over here!鈥 Loki notices Thor. Blanches a little. Sidles closer so as to speak to Thor without looking like he鈥檚 speaking to Thor. 鈥 Excuse us鈥 Loki grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the seat. 鈥淟oki,鈥 Thor yelled once more. Loki starts to shush him. 鈥淲hat? You鈥檙e alive?鈥濃漎es, of course I鈥檓 alive鈥. 鈥淲hat are you doing here?鈥濃 What do you mean, what am I doing? I鈥檓 stuck in this stupid chair.鈥 Where鈥檚 your chair?鈥滻 didn鈥檛 get a chair.鈥 鈥 Ana?鈥 I shook my head no. 鈥 Well get me out of this one鈥 鈥 we can鈥檛鈥 鈥 what, why not鈥 鈥 it's bad enough he thinks we're on a romantic getaway, we made friends with grandmaster鈥 i said 鈥淥h, he鈥檚 crazy鈥 thor whispered. I nodded 鈥 I鈥檝e gained his favor.. The BiFrost brought me out here weeks ago ``'' A week ago, I just got here?鈥漈hor said.鈥 what are we whispering about?鈥 the grandmaster said we all got startled. 鈥 Time works really differently around these parts. In any other world I鈥檇 be like a million years old but here on sakkar鈥 I was waiting for the grandmaster to finish his sentence and turn to us and turn into an uncomfortable silence. 鈥 In any case, you know this... You call yourself Lord of Thunder?鈥 鈥 God of thunder, tell him,鈥 Thor said, 鈥 I鈥檝e never met this man in my life.鈥 Loki chuckled. I hit him across the chest. 鈥 That's his brother,鈥 I responded. 鈥 Adopted鈥 Loki snapped 鈥 is he any kind of fighter?鈥 Loki looked at me i shrugged and put a so-so movement in my hand. 鈥 take this thing out of my neck and ill show you鈥 thor threatened. 鈥溌 Now listen to that. He鈥檚 threatening me. Hey, Sparkles, here鈥檚 the deal. If you wanna get back to Ass-place, Assberg... 鈥 grandmaster said. 鈥 Asgard.鈥 thor said. 鈥淎ny contender who defeats my champion, their freedom they shall win.鈥濃 Fine. Then point me in the direction of whoever鈥檚 ass I have to kick鈥濃漈hat鈥檚 what I call, contender! Direction would be this way, Lord.鈥 grandmaster said. While thor called loki鈥檚 name one more time. 鈥淣ow you two lovebirds enjoy the party. I smiled 鈥 come on鈥 i held his hand and led him to the couch and both drank our drinks.
Thank you for reading it all the way down here. i hope you enjoyed chapter 3 so far and thank you for all of the support!
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frostironfudgea day ago
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Rush - Tom Hiddleston
Summary: chapter 1 of a fanfic loosely based on the transporter movie series and inspired by the advert tom did for jaguar.
Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of guns, car crashes, mild violence
Words: 2124
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Chapter 1
The silver car purrs, the deadly silence broken, Tom has a smirk on his face as he catches the reflection of the man, he just took the payment from reaching for the gun tucked away in the back of his trousers.
鈥淚 think you will find it rather unwise on your part to attempt to put a bullet through me.鈥 Tom warned walking the distance to the boot of the car and placing the duffle bag inside it.
None the less the cocking of the gun was heard, Tom looked up and tsked, unimpressed.
鈥淵ou want part of the money?鈥 Sometimes minions wish for a cut from their own boss鈥 payments, Tom mused.
鈥淚鈥檇 like you dead at my feet, the parcel you just received would be a nice addition.鈥 The man鈥檚 accent thick, a sick smile on his face.
Tom pressed the little button that automatically shut the boot, stepping cautiously toward the man.
鈥淪tay there don鈥檛 move.鈥 The man warned.
鈥淎lright, here I remain, two feet away near the car.鈥 Tom raised his hands in feign surrender,
鈥淣ow explain why me being dead is beneficial to you?鈥
鈥淪imply put, revenge.鈥 The man moved closer, fingers not even trembling around the gun.
Things never look great in this line of work.
鈥淚 really should change my career, any temp job openings you know of?鈥 Tom enquired, buying time to form a plan.
鈥淥h, shut up, your mouth runs too fast and it got my boyfriend in trouble with our boss.鈥 The man explained.
鈥淚鈥檝e dealt with a lot of your boss鈥 employees, you鈥檙e going to have to enlighten me more than that.鈥 Even though his own mind would reach to the connections quicker than the buffoon who had the gun safety off.
鈥淭all guy, beard, skull tattoo 鈥 鈥
鈥淪kull tattoo on his right bicep, last time I saw him was eight months ago.鈥 Tom completed,
he remembered, but it wasn鈥檛 his fault, the man tried to run off after taking the package from Tom and their boss was there watching.
It was a lucrative deal.
鈥淵ou do realise your boyfriend was the one who tried to run and your boss caught him.鈥 Tom reasoned, staying close to his car.
鈥淚 know what he tried to do but I also happen to know the people you鈥檝e pissed off in your line of work.鈥
The words had just ended and headlights of six cars came on, Tom was glad he had decided to skip lunch. This was going to involve a lot of lane change driving.
鈥淵ou look a little pale there.鈥 The man commented.
鈥淥h, well see now your boss has to arrange some more payment for me, always part of the contract when you have loose cannons on the team. Seen many in my line of work.鈥 Tom held the man鈥檚 attention; eight cars were inside here to ambush him.
Tom slid his hand above the tail light it dropped down to reveal a small gun, he held it up smiling at his friend鈥檚 expression of disbelieve on the size of the gun compared to his, such egotistical people.
Tom shot three bullets at the ground, the bullets quickly bursting and releasing a thick brown liquid.
鈥淣ow if you will excuse me, I have a plane to catch.鈥 Tom put the gun back, swiftly moving to the driver鈥檚 side of the car as the bullets started flying from across the lake of brown liquid.
Getting in, he changed gears, reversing then climbing the turn filled road that led to the parking entrance.
Checking his mirrors, he saw the oil he had put down did the job of causing difficulties for the cars to move at a higher speed, they wouldn鈥檛 risk their time or lives slipping.
Made it easy for him to slip away. He would have laughed at the pun.
As he got out and swerved the car onto the freeway, he noticed he wasn鈥檛 alone, not yet.
He hated when it was an hour when civilian cars were also on the road.
Tom鈥檚 grip on the wheel, tightened as he saw a figure stand up from the sunroof of the car behind him, starting to shoot bullets at his bullet proof car.
鈥淚diots.鈥 He brought the car into the extension lane diverging from his original route.
He did tell them he was heading to the airport.
A few ideas bounced around his head as he zig-zagged his way overtaking cars.
鈥淚鈥檓 going to throw up, could you drive in a straight line?鈥 A figure got up from the back seat, Tom was startled the car swerving slightly, but he knew he couldn鈥檛 hit the breaks or slow down.
This person was not part of his current plan of action.
鈥淚 can鈥檛 stay in one line it isn鈥檛 safe, for me nor you unless you鈥檙e on their side if so, I will not hesitate to throw you out.鈥 He lifted one hand to point back at the cars behind him.
The figure looked behind and saw a normal road but when they concentrated through their hazing mind, they saw a pattern of cars different to the normal ones.
鈥淎lso, if you want to throw me out you鈥檇 have to slow down, uh, um, you may want to, you know switch lanes.鈥 When the figure looked back ahead at the truck approaching in the same lane probably five hundred meters away.
Tom shook his head, 鈥淣o.鈥
鈥淲e鈥檒l die.鈥
鈥淪o be it.鈥 He deadpanned.
鈥淒o you have a death wish?鈥
鈥淵ou should have thought of that before you snuck into my car, you know people could have death wishes, not a good escape plan or whatever plan you had.鈥 Tom mused.
鈥淯h, first of all I don鈥檛 have a plan, I just woke up, second if I wanted to escape, I wouldn鈥檛 sneak into a car like this.鈥
Tom looked at the figure through the rear-view mirror, streetlights not helping much to get a good look, female, could be tall, a little heavier build hair is all over and frizzed out 鈥
鈥淪top analysing me and switch lanes for the love of god!鈥 She exclaimed leaning over the middle console her hand pointing towards the truck.
Tom looked at her, she looked scared, who wouldn鈥檛 be? He looked ahead, concentrating on getting his timing right.
鈥淪it back.鈥 Tom ordered
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to tell me twice.鈥 She sat back into the middle.
Tom quickly turned the car into the furthest right lane when there was just in the nick of time to save themselves from the truck collision, the car that had been hot on their tail collided and three cars after that car collided into the first.
He only hoped no civilian life was in danger.
As for the figure in his car, she flew towards the left when he did the turn, forehead colliding with the window.
鈥淥w-fuck-damn it,鈥 she hissed at the pain rubbing her head.
鈥淎re you alright?鈥 Tom asked, looking at her through the mirror.
鈥淣o. Genius.鈥 She groaned again, as he swerved them to the left and she went to the right, she thought he did it on purpose but then she heard the crash sound from behind.
鈥淎pologies.鈥 Tom said, a small apologetic smile on his face, then he realised she couldn鈥檛 see him so he let the smile falter.
鈥淒o you have any water?鈥 She asked.
鈥淣o, I鈥檓 afraid not.鈥
鈥淵ou do not keep water in your car? What if you get a coughing fit? Or are dehydrated during some high-speed car chase?鈥 She wondered.
鈥淚 usually relax after I get my job done.鈥 Tom鈥檚 mind was in confusion, she sounded so innocent? As if she didn鈥檛 know what she was doing.
鈥淪o, you probably don鈥檛 keep snacks around either.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 wish to throw up while I do high speed car chases.鈥 Tom looked at her with a what the actual hell expression through the rear-view mirror he then realised he doesn鈥檛 know why she鈥檚 here.
鈥淭hen I hope you ate before 鈥撯 she started but Tom cut her off,
鈥淲ho are you, what are you doing in my car, when did you get in here, what is your mission?鈥 Tom asked.
鈥淚 am you.鈥 She said softly, laughing after that.
Tom was silent and confused, more confused.
There aren鈥檛 many institutions close by who said a ward of theirs had escaped.
Was she a criminal then?
鈥淒o not tell me you don鈥檛 know that movie reference.鈥 She seemed annoyed.
He was dumbfounded. Movies why is she thinking of movies?
鈥淩ush Hour? The movie? Action-Comedy classic? Ring a bell?鈥 She went on trying to help him remember.
鈥淚 haven鈥檛 seen them.鈥 He answered.
鈥淪ad, those are nice movies. Watch them when you get time.鈥 She suggested.
鈥淵ou haven鈥檛 answered my questions.鈥 He reminded.
鈥淣ot all questions can be answered so easily.鈥 She spoke,
鈥淚 have no mission, because I don鈥檛 know how did I land up in your car, all I remember is getting my morning coffee at my local coffee place walking out when everything goes blank.鈥
鈥淗ow do I know you aren鈥檛 lying?鈥 He asked,
There was a paper crumpling sound and her hand reached forward tapping his shoulder, he looked down, it was a receipt of this morning for coffee like she said.
鈥淭hat is all I have on me, my bag鈥檚 gone, I do remember being vaguely thrown into something? I don鈥檛 even know where am I.鈥
鈥淲ho are you?鈥 Tom asked.
鈥淢y name鈥檚,鈥
鈥淎nd no more Rush Hour references.鈥 He warned.
鈥淵/N.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e telling me your real name?鈥 Tom asked.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know how a fake name would be helpful.鈥 Y/N shrugged.
鈥淐an I get on the front seat? I鈥檒l climb over?鈥 She asked hopeful.
鈥淣o, I don鈥檛 trust you.鈥 Tom informed.
鈥淯h, if you don鈥檛 trust me then like why keep me in the back seat where I can attack you and kill you?鈥
She made a fair point. Tom was unwilling to admit it.
鈥淣ope, you won鈥檛 kill me.鈥 Tom assured himself and her.
鈥淲hy?鈥 Y/N was taken aback by this man,
鈥淎lso, what is your name?鈥
鈥淭om.鈥 He answered, not knowing why he wanted to be truthful
鈥淭om?鈥
鈥淵eah, Tom.鈥
鈥淪o, I give you my real name and you give me a name like Tom.鈥
鈥淗ey if I was going with a fake name, I鈥檇 say something generic like Chris.鈥
鈥淭ouch茅.鈥
鈥淎lso, you鈥檙e too childlike to be an assassin.鈥
鈥淲hat if that is my whole mojo?鈥 Y/N pressed on.
鈥淣ot really.鈥 Tom shrugged again, smiling at Y/N鈥檚 irritation.
鈥淔ine, I鈥檓 not an assassin but why not let me sit in front, easier to communicate.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 trust you enough.鈥 Tom said again.
鈥淚鈥檓 a writer of sorts if you must know.鈥
鈥淎ny works I may have read?鈥 Tom enquired; his interest piqued.
鈥淣ot that famous.鈥 There was a tone of finality to Y/N鈥檚 voice maybe she didn鈥檛 want to share anything further.
Tom just nodded, mapping out an efficient route to a safe house.
鈥淚鈥檓 thirsty.鈥 Y/N said after about fifteen minutes.
鈥淲e could stop at a petrol station and you can go and get water.鈥
鈥淪o that you can drive off leaving me in an unknown place? I don鈥檛 think so buddy.鈥 Y/N pat his shoulder, settling back in her seat.
鈥淚 won鈥檛 leave.鈥 Tom assured.
鈥淵eah right, been there heard that.鈥 She muttered loud enough.
鈥淲hat is that supposed to mean?鈥 Tom looked back at her, turning his head.
鈥淣othing.鈥
鈥淚 say, I鈥檇 wait because I鈥檇 like some water too.鈥 Tom added.
She didn鈥檛 say anything for a minute or two in response, Tom pursed his lips, mapping out the road.
鈥淲hen did you last eat?鈥 She asked and Tom鈥檚 stomach growled, she held a small grin she had a feeling he was hungry.
鈥淯h been a while.鈥 He gave a short ha ha.
鈥淣ot awkward really.鈥 She tried comforting him.
鈥淪o, water and crisps?鈥
鈥淚 was thinking fish and chips?鈥 Tom suggested.
鈥淚鈥檇 like that yeah; it is a favourite of mine.鈥
鈥淲ell good we can get it close by, just have one more car to throw of our trail.鈥 Tom pressed down the accelerator and Y/N wore her belt before she鈥檇 lose her head.
鈥淕ood girl.鈥 Tom praised.
鈥淯h, Tom?
鈥淪orry, I didn鈥檛 mean-鈥
鈥淣o Tom, up ahead right side the car-鈥
Y/N didn鈥檛 have time to complete her sentence as the person directed their aim to the tires firing gun shots, Tom swerved the to the left going across the road, tires screeching and a loud bang echoed through the car.
The last thing Y/N heard was the sound of someone stepping on broken glass growing louder and coming closer toward the car.
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i've had this fic as a wip for the longest time and i felt that it is time to share it
thank you for reading!
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- frostironfudge
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