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Summary: Loki's interrogation tactics left you curious about his powers, and he's more than happy to give you a little demonstration while you worked on your reports.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Warning/s: 18+ | slightly smutty (think limes not lemons…but still, minors & pearl clutchers leave right now); thigh riding; hand necklaces; naughty use of Loki's powers; semi-public [let me know if I missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: established relationship
Dick-tionary: nothing explicit but proceed with caution starting from "Quiet, darling"
"Darling? Are you alright?"
The sound of Loki's voice broke through the hazy thoughts you'd found yourself lost in for the last few minutes, making you realize that your fingers hovered over the keyboard for so long that your computer screen went on Standby. And the text fields of your interrogation report remained blank.
"Sorry what?" you mumbled, realizing too late that the reason you lost yourself in your thoughts in the first place was from recalling the events of the interrogation from earlier. Specifically the way your lover's voice and overall aura darkened as he threatened a variant of reminding them specifically what kind of person he was on the once Sacred Timeline.
Of showing them a sampling of the terrible awful things that he could do, especially now given that the magic barrier had been switched off. You had only the slightest whispers of an idea, given what you'd read from his file and the files of multiple variants of him.
Shadow casting. Duplication casting. An entire pocket dimension filled with who knows what. And then there was the telepathy. The telekinesis. The illusion projection. The mind control.
Which powers did your Loki have, you wondered. And which ones would he utilize in the name of those terrible, awful things?
And why did the prospect of him using those powers on you stir something in you that currently had you struggling not to squirm in your seat from the arousal?
"You look as if you keep drifting off, darling. Are you feeling alright?" Loki reached out to cup the side of your face in his large hand, the contact hitting him with a barrage of the thoughts that had been swimming through your mind since the interrogation. "Oh…" he rasped, moving his hand to weave his fingers through your hair. "I see now what has stolen your ability to focus on this…simple tedious task."
"Hmmm?" you replied absently, soft whimpers escaping you once the god leaned in and started pressing kisses from your temple down to your neck. This wasn't helping your wandering thoughts in the slightest. And then he wrapped his arm around you, lifting you up from your seat and maneuvering you to straddle his thigh. "Loki," you whined, a sharp gasp escaping you when he nipped at the spot between your neck and shoulder.
"Quiet, darling," he told you in a low teasing tone. "You wish to know which powers I possess? I'm more than happy to give you a little demonstration." He brought a hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly at the sides. "I've cast an illusion wherein our colleagues are none the wiser to our…current predicament. All they see is us, sitting side by side, your lover patiently waiting for you to finish your report."
He flexed the muscles of his thigh, the motion causing a delicious friction between your legs. You let out the start of a moan before his fingers tightened around your neck for a fraction of a second.
"Much as I would adore to hear those beautifully filthy sounds from you, my love, I'm going to have to implore you stay silent. See, if you make any noise that could draw people's attention to us, the illusion breaks. And we'll be disciplined." With a wave of his hand, your jacket disappeared and reappeared neatly folded on the table in front of you. He kissed at your now exposed arm. "Can you breathe alright?"
Butterflies fluttered violently at your stomach at the question, choosing to nod instead of voicing your answer.
"Good girl." A rush of arousal pooled between your thighs at his words. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from making a sound when he nipped at your skin. Another wave of his hand and you suddenly felt cool wispy tendrils grasping at your waist and moving you to grind on your boyfriend's thigh. "I must admit, dear Y/N, I rather enjoy finding these more…pleasurable uses of my abilities. Especially with how deliciously responsive your exquisite form is under my touch." He kissed his way up to your ear. "I look forward to using them all with you. Perhaps later tonight, in our home."
The tendrils held you tighter, pressing you down harder against his thigh before proceeding to undulate your hips. The increased friction, along with how he was kissing and nipping away at your earlobe, had you letting out a strangled moan before his hold tightened on you again, your head swimming from the pressure.
"What did I say about breaking the illusion, my darling?" he growled, the gravel in his voice making you even wetter. "Do you wish to give every soul in this library a show of how desperate and wanton I can make you? Is that it?" He flexed his thigh again the same time that the wispy tendons ground your hips harder against it, a barely muted whimper coming out of you before you bit down hard on your lip and shook your head. "Then stay quiet, sweet mortal. Lest you wish for me to find something within my pocket dimension to stuff that beautiful mouth of yours with."
You did what you could to look down at what was moving you, your mouth forming in an 'O' when you saw that it was his shadows. You let out the tiniest whimper of his name, the pressure on the side of your neck lessening when he stroked at your skin with his thumb.
"I'm going to lift this illusion and then you shall finish your report so that I may bring you home and we can move on to a more…thorough demonstration," he rasped, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "With a little help from a few friends of mine." A flash of Loki's green magic from the corner of your eye caught your attention, his shadows grinding you down even harder on his thigh once you caught sight of two duplicates of him waving and smirking at you. One was wearing that ruffled tuxedo that on paper looked unremarkable on the average man.
But Loki was no average man. He was a god. Your god.
And the other duplicate was dressed exactly as such. With the gold horns and the black and green leather, his usual obsidian curls straightened and slicked back with a menacing look in his eyes as his gaze roamed your body.
The feel of his thigh flexing against your slit had you bringing back your attention to the Loki that held you in place. Your Loki. The real one.
"But first, I want you to soak my thigh."
A/N: Anon, whoever you are, I hope you're having the absolute best day because getting this in my asks had me staring at the ceiling and immediately typing down a lil note in my writing schedule to make this 🫠 Hopefully I did your thot justice
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I really love these two
𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 & 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 - 𝑪𝒉. 3
Loki x Reader
𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘈/𝘕: 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 (𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 🥺)
𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 💤
Your eyes shot open immediately as you stared up at the high ceiling in confusion. Something had prematurely awakened you. Before you could look at the clock to see what time it was, you heard it again.
Boom! Crash!
“What the hell?” you murmured raspily, sliding out of bed and leaving your room. You shuffled down the hallway towards the noise while rubbing your blurry eyes.
You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, your rampant nightmares on repeat which had made you wake up in a cold sweat several times throughout the night.
You let out a noise of surprise when you ran into something, stumbling back slightly before being righted, blinking your eyes open to see the hard wall you ran into. It was Steve.
“Someone’s up bright and early.” He commented. He stood there with his arms crossed, smirking down at you.
“Ha ha,” you sent him a sarcastic look. “What’s all that racket?”
“Racket? You from the forties too?”
You rolled your eyes and Steve gave you a small smile before it dimmed. He pursed his lips before looking down the hall. You became even more confused as you witnessed construction workers carrying things in and out of a room.
“They’re renovating per Stark’s instructions.”
You raised a brow. “Oh? What for?”
Steve glanced at you bemusedly. “More like who.”
“It’s for Loki.” a gruff voice interjected. You turned your head to see Bucky slowly walking closer with his hands in his pockets. “We made an agreement with Tony that he’d have to be on the same floor as us. Hopefully, it’ll prevent him from trying anything stupid.”
Your brows shot up in surprise. “That’s… good… I think.”
“It’s a lose-lose situation for all of us if you ask me,” Steve grumbled, gaze narrowed at the sight of the workers as if he was upset with them for simply doing their job.
Bucky rolled his eyes at Steve’s dramatics. “Don’t listen to him. He has his own issues he’s dealing with right now.”
“And you don’t?” You asked Bucky. “The last I heard, you weren’t so pleased at the fact that Loki was staying here with us on Earth,”
He nodded. “Yeah, I know, and I’m still not in full agreement but it’s already been decided. I’d rather move on and try to make the best of it than throw a tantrum.” He smirked over at Steve who was now glaring back at his best friend. “If you keep this up you’re gonna blow a gasket or somethin’ in that ancient body of yours.”
Steve scoffed, a bit of mirth creeping up on his features. “You’re one to talk, buddy.”
You slowly walked towards the room, filtering out their old man jabs at one another as you looked around curiously. There was clearly still more work to do but it was sure to be finished in no time.
Since you left the medical floor, everything seemed to be going so fast, and this was probably the first time you felt the gravity of what was actually happening.
Loki was free and would be living on the top floor with the rest of you, and he was now completely your responsibility.
You did not see Loki for most of the day, assuming he was with Thor who was also MIA. You spent some time with your father, shocked at the news that he was planning on moving out of the tower soon. And not just moving to another place in the city, he was moving all the way to the UK to start his own practice.
As happy as you were for him, you were also feeling a bit sad. Yes, you were a full on adult now, but you’ve never lived so far away from him. He was always there since you could remember, and now you wouldn’t be able to see him as often. The thought of being on your own made you scared at first, but then you remembered all the wonderful people you still had to support and be there for you. This was something that inevitably was going to happen and it was needed in order for you to be more independent like you truly wanted to be.
Sam must have noticed your gloomy mood, encouraging you to join the team game night that you were planning to skip.
“I don’t know,” you droned. “I think I just need to be alone for a while.”
Sam gave you a sympathetic look. “That’s not what you need. Come on, if you still think you need some space after ten minutes, I won’t stop you from leaving.”
You reluctantly obliged, arriving at the game night wishing you were sulking in your bed instead. But to your surprise, you ended up having much more fun than you expected to.
You weren’t the best at board games but you sure gave Tony out of all people a run for his money. By the end of the night, most everyone had left to retire to bed. You, Wanda, and Sam being the only ones left in the room playing a game of cards.
You glanced across the table at the gorgeous witchy woman, deciding now was the perfect time to talk to her about what she said at the meeting. “I hadn’t gotten the chance to thank you for what you did for Loki. I know that wasn’t the most popular opinion but you really stood up for him. So yeah, thank you.”
She smirked, looking down at the cards she held in her manicured hands. “If I am being honest, I did that mostly for you. I know how much work you’ve put into his rehabilitation and I know you are capable of transforming him into something greater. Everyone does, but they are too afraid to admit it because of their fears, ego, or whatever else that’s keeping them so closed-minded.”
She peered up at you. “They pretend to not remember that we all have made mistakes in the past, and have all done unspeakable things for the people we love. I was once on the wrong side of humanity too, scared, angry and seeking justice for my country. So was Natasha, Bucky, Tony, and even Steve. If they were given chances to start over, I believe Loki deserves one as well.”
You stared at her in complete awe, wondering how she always knew the right thing to say at the right time. She placed a card face down on the table, shrugging. “Besides, technically he was part of the reason I gained my powers in the first place. The mind stone from his scepter had quite an effect on me. Hydra made sure to use it to their advantage.”
You blinked, not expecting her to reveal such sensitive information to you. You had no idea that was where her powers had originated from. You understood she had a complicated past but Loki adjacently being involved was just the icing on the cake.
“Wow, really? I didn’t know that.”
She nodded, “Only Tony does, and now you.” She looked over to the man sitting across from her. “and Sam.”
He made a gesture of zipping his mouth shut and you laughed at that before sighing.
“Your confidence in Loki is great, I just wish I didn’t feel so unsure of things now. I think he can tell, which makes everything worse.” You admitted with sorrow in your features. “I feel I may possibly be driving a wedge between us and I don’t really know why.”
Wanda hummed at that before leaning back in her chair. “It may be because he revealed another part of him when he rescued you from Jacob. A side of him that’s not easy to swallow down.” She said softly, causing you to look at her in surprise.
“He showed you what he’s truly capable of, what he was always capable of doing. Something you may have ignored or overlooked beforehand because of your close relationship.” She hesitated for a moment before continuing. “The dreams you’ve been having are a culmination of your unheard fears and desires about what you now know to be true. However, they are not the truth, they are just dreams unless you want to make them a reality. You don’t need to be afraid of who he is, and you know he would never harm you but still must tread carefully. He’s shown you how far he is willing to go. For you and only you. You need to understand the chaos that can cause if it’s not tended to.”
You looked away, not liking how her words were hitting home. There was a sharp pang in your chest at the thought of what she was saying possibly being true. Feelings that you’ve tried to ignore were arising again.
You cleared your throat before setting your cards down on the table. “Um, I think it’s time for me to go. I’m really tired.”
Sam looked over at you and Wanda looked slightly saddened at your words.
“Okay, I’ll walk you to your room.” Sam offered.
“You don’t have to, I can go by myself.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I know that, but how about we walk together since mine isn’t too far from yours? I don’t know about you but I tend to need some company when walking these halls sometimes. They can get a little creepy late at night.” He feigned a shiver.
You knew what he was doing but decided to entertain him anyway. You couldn’t say no to him when all he was trying to do was be a good friend. He could most likely tell you were still feeling off and didn’t want you to leave alone.
You both got up to leave, but before you could get out the door, Wanda softly called your name again. You glanced back at her hesitantly.
She gave a small smile. “I didn’t mean to overwhelm you, I just want you to understand the reason you feel the way you do. That way you can decide what’s best for you.”
You swallowed before looking at the ground, nodding your head. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Wanda.”
Sam bade her goodnight as well before you both were walking through the halls in a comfortable silence. Once you reached your room, you thanked him for the company before turning to open your door.
“Hey,” he said, causing you to turn around to look at him. He scratched the back of his neck before speaking. “I know Wanda was being a bit intense back there, but I do think she was trying to help you, in her own strange, off-putting way.” His face scrunched.
You nodded. “I know, I really do. It’s just a lot for me to hear. I feel like I’m going to let everyone down and just end up making a big mess out of things.”
Sam shook his head. “That’s not gonna happen. You know what you’re doing, just trust yourself and you’ll do great. We’re all here to help you whenever you need it because we care. Handling Loki is a huge responsibility, but something tells me that he’s not gonna make it that difficult for you. The rest of us I’m not so sure.” He smirked before his face turned serious. “I-uh, know about the nightmares Wanda was talking about. Most of us do.”
Your face flushed with embarrassment. Of course, they knew.
“One time I heard you screaming in the middle of the night. I got up and came out to check on you but someone had already beat me to it. I watched him stand at your door for a long while, looking as if he wanted to walk in but he didn’t, which is good because I would’ve yanked him out by his neck.”
Your brows furrowed. “Wait, who?”
Sam paused for a moment as if he were trying to decide if he should reveal who it was.
“Loki.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“He’s been checking on you almost every night since he’s been here. Hovering by your door whenever your nightmares start. Watching out for you in the shadows during the day, making sure you don’t catch sight of him since he probably doesn’t want to startle you. I see him all the time but I don’t think he cares much. He’s too preoccupied with keeping an eye on you.”
Sam shook his head. “He’s like some kind of dark guardian angel. It would creep me out more if I didn’t think he was doing it out of true concern.”
You had no words. Loki was around more than you thought he was. You didn’t understand why he didn’t want you to know, but you guessed that he was trying to give you some space since you were acting strange the last time you spoke to him one on one.
You felt really guilty about that, especially how jumpy you were being. Wanda was right about your feelings of fear and now here was Sam telling you that Loki was still watching out for you regardless of how strange you acting around him.
“I-I didn’t know he was doing that.” You stammered.
“Yeah, I figured you didn’t. Just wanted to give you a different perspective. Hopefully, it’ll help a little.”
You nodded, giving him an appreciative smile. “I think it will. Thanks, Sam.” You said with genuineness.
He made a funny face, waving his hand. “It was nothing. Oh-also, this is for you,” he pulled out a medium-sized notepad out of his pocket, handing it over to you.
You took it with a bit of confusion, staring down at it. It looked slightly familiar. “This isn’t mine.”
“Yeah, I thought it might not be. I found it in Loki’s old cell when we were cleaning it up. He’d probably lie and say it wasn’t his if I tried to return it to him, so I thought it would be better if you did.”
“Oh, okay. I will the next time I see him.”
“Cool, goodnight.”
“‘Night, Sam.”
You entered your room and went about your nightly routine to get ready for bed, aka preparing for a long and most likely restless night. Once you were out of the shower, you stood at the bathroom vanity, staring into the opened cabinet.
A small orange and white bottle sat there. You sighed before grabbing it, opening it up, and swallowing the two pills that Dr. Cho instructed you to take every night. Were they working? You had no clue, but you also didn’t want to find out what would happen if you stopped taking them.
After swallowing down the way too large pills, you walked into your bedroom, catching sight of the notepad Sam had given you. You walked over to it, picking it up to observe it. It felt wrong to want to see what was inside, knowing that curiosity killed the cat and all, but you were not one to let that stop you.
You hoped that there was nothing inside that made you feel like you were intruding on Loki’s personal thoughts, but when you opened it you were relieved to see that all the writing was written in a language you couldn’t understand. It could’ve been in Asgardian, Jottunn, or even something else equally as foreign to you. You understood that Asgardian’s possessed Allspeak but this writing did not have that same effect on you.
You looked over the beautifully written script, flipping through pages before something caught your eye midway through. One word written in English out of all languages. Dove.
You tilted your head, turning more pages before pausing on something that almost made you gasp. There was a sketch, a drawing of some sort and the subject looked familiar. You continued to turn the pages, the sketches getting more prominent each time around before you finally accepted what they were. All of them were of you.
You in mid-conversation, you while laughing, you holding what you guess was a chocolate chip cookie, and even you while sleeping. The drawings went on and on and your heart swelled up in your chest. The way he drew you was so detailed and careful. He even got the little dove necklace that hung around your neck. It was like you were looking at yourself through his perspective, which you guessed you were.
All that time you thought he was just writing when he was scribbling away, but he was also sketching you. Was it out of complete boredom? Or was it something he wanted to do? There were no other subjects besides you that he had captured. It was sort of mesmerizing. Eye-opening.
You spent another hour scanning through the notepad before deciding it was time to head to bed. Before you knew it you were buried under the soft duvet in your bed, feeling more tired than you were before. You hoped that meant you’d sleep through the night for once.
That thought was shown to be futile when you were ripped from your slumber by the sound of your own voice yelling. You shot up in a panic, trying to catch your breath while covering your face.
You were so tired of this. You wanted to sleep through the night peacefully, but no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t. You felt tears of frustration and sadness quickly build before spilling down your cheeks. You don’t know how long you sat in bed weeping, but when you heard a low tone calling your name, you flinched, whimpering at the sound.
You stared into the darkness wide-eyed, breath hitching when you caught sight of a figure standing in the middle of your room.
Your sleep-deprived brain malfunctioned, thinking that you might have been still trapped in one of your nightmares. It was a lot different than your usual ones but conjuring up your very own sleep paralysis demon was surely possible.
The figure stepped towards you and you cowered. “Please, no,” you moaned dreadfully. “Leave me alone.”
“Dove.”
You opened your eyes, slowly turning your head back towards the figure as it moved closer, the dim light coming from the window outlining the person more clearly.
“Loki?” You whispered shakily.
He held a worried look on his face, sparkling green eyes focused only on you. “I’m sorry, I understand that I am intruding in your space but I needed to see you… to confirm that you were unharmed.”
You swallowed, using your arms to sit up further. “Are you… are you really here?
“Yes.”
“Like, physically? Not a projection?”
He wandered closer until he was barely a foot away from the bed. You could feel his body heat radiating from him, causing you to hold your breath.
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
You shook your head slowly before climbing out of your bed. You looked up at him as he stared down at you, observing you with a soft look on his face.
“How did you get in?” You were certain you locked your door.
He was quiet for a moment before speaking. “Do you truly think a measly Midgardian lock would be a formidable opponent for me?”
To your surprise, you let out a laugh. “You’re lucky that Sam didn’t catch you. He’d have your head.”
“Neither a lock nor Wilson would prevent me from seeing you. I tried to stay away, I truly did, but I could not ignore the sound of your distress. I needed to ensure your safety, to know that you were well. Are you?”
You smiled sheepishly before it turned watery. You shook your head, attempting to blink away the tears. “No, I’m not. I’m not.”
Strong, warm, comforting arms immediately wrapped around you, engulfing you in a tight embrace. You hugged him back just as tightly, sobbing into his chest.
“I-I’m so sorry.” You cried, not even knowing what you were apologizing for.
He shushed you, holding you firmly as you made a mess of his shirt. You both stayed like that for a while and eventually, you calmed down. You closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of being with Loki again. You felt safe. You felt secure. Being in his arms felt like home. You missed him. You missed Loki.
It was an odd feeling, and for the first time, you ignored the scary feelings that would normally pop into your mind and make you pull away and hide away from him. You swallowed down your fears and worries and just let him hold you.
Neither of you said anything else that night, both of you laying embraced together on your bed as you fell into a peaceful slumber, not waking up anytime throughout the rest of the night.
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🥵🥵🥵
Post Mission ❤️🩹
Loki x female avenger reader
Basically just a mini smut fic
Complete
Part 1 : “Aren’t you a pretty sight”
Part 2 : “No more, gods no more”
Part 3 : “I thought you liked it when I use my tongue”
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Y/N: * looks at all the books Loki has *
Y/N: Awww where did you get all these midgardian books?
Loki: From Midgard
Y/N: Well I know that but how
Loki: I borrowed them
Y/N: So you stole them
Loki: A God doesn’t steal. These were borrowed with the intention of not being returned
Y/N: Stolen
Loki: Borrowed
Y/N: STOLEN
Loki: BORROWED
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Y/N: * sitting on the couch minding her business when Loki comes in and scares her *
Y/N: LOKI! I nearly had a heart attack. What do you want?
Loki: What do I want? What I want is to kiss you passionately then lay you down. What I want is to undress you slowly whilst looking into your eyes. What I want is worship your body with my tongue, tasting your sweet nectar whilst your hands grip onto my hair begging me to stop but your thighs closed around my head not allowing me to. What I want is to penetrate you leisurely, lovingly, then pick up the pace until you’re reduced to a withering mess pleading for me to fuck you deeper, harder, violently and when you cum, only when you cum, will I begin to chase my pleasure pumping into you causing you to shake.
Y/N: * completely breathless *
Loki: But what I want right now, right this second is for you to get up quickly you’re sitting on the remote
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YESSIR RIGHT AWAY SIR
More on my tumblr http://arostegi.tumblr.com/ :)
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Masterlist-Linden Leaves
Prologue Part 1
Prologue Part 2
Chapter 1 - A Bridge Between Bothers
Chapter 2 - First Impressions
Chapter 3- Intercession
Chapter 4- Advice
Chapter 5- In the Queen's Garden
Chapter 6 - Firsts
Chapter 7 - Envy
Chapter 8 - Confessions
Chapter 9 - Chasing Dreams
Chapter 10 - Adventures in Courting
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@cptsdfoundation
The Connection Between PTSD and the Menopausal Transition
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Shoutout to @markruffalo for using their platform and influence to spread awareness while others stay silent.
#blockout2024
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Anyone else see the resemblance to Joaquin Phoenix here?
TOM HIDDLESTON
filming season two of Loki at an Indian restaurant transformed into a McDonalds in Hertfordshire. July 14, 2022
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God Loki ・ Hot Toys
Figure (Artisan Edition & Regular Sculpted)
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Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 23
Tom Hiddleston x OFC
Series rated: M
Chapter warnings: A boner exists. Flashback smut
AN: See that warning? You made it to the smut... that I'm going to spoon feed you over *chapters*. I said there was smut, not that you would be sitting down to a full meal! Have a fluff chapter before two weeks of angst to lead off the angst train!
Masterlist AO3 KoFi
~~~~~<3
Mia’s head rested against Tom’s shoulder as he carried her to bed. Sleep sang it’s siren song to her and with each step he took, it was harder and harder for her to fight off the darkness. Before Tom had crossed into her room, their room, she was dozing in a light sleep.
Carefully, Tom nestled her onto her side of their bed. Their bed, that was a thought that made him smile even for a fleeting moment in the turmoil of the unknown dark turn her night had taken.
He had made it up, pulling the blankets back as she had showered. She needed him, he knew that, even if he was left guessing as to how he could best help her. The cause of it need didn’t matter, though anger simmered under the blanket of concern within him. Something had happened, something worse than what she was saying and he could do nothing but make her a bowl of canned soup.
There would be countless times over the next year when she would need him, just like tonight, and he would likely not be there to care for her. She would likely go to bed hungry, too emotionally spent to heat her own soup. The least he could do was care for her now.
“Sleep well, my Sunflower.” Tom pulled the blankets up over her. He had wanted to kiss her but without knowing what happened, he didn’t dare. Instead he softly pushed the brown wave of hair that fell over her face to the side before going to turn off the lights.
She woke from the light sleep as he climbed into the bed next to her. There was a sea of thoughts and emotions swimming in her too tired mind as she fought sleep back. Turning on her side, she whispered his name.
“Do you need anything?” Tom whispered, turning toward her in the dark.
She surprised him and herself both by scooting herself closer to him. The bed wasn’t large but when they went to sleep, there was space left out of respect for her boundaries regardless of how they tended to wake tangled.
Reaching up, she rested the palm of her hand against his stubbly cheek. He didn’t shave much when he was there and she kind of liked it.
Tom laid still, watching her curiously in the darkness. Leaning forward, she placed a lingering kiss on his lips. It was soft and chaste yet he could feel countless emotions in the simple action. Reaching up, he covered her hand with his own.
“Can you hold me tonight?” She finally whispered.
Tom nodded, voice too thick to try to speak. Shifting onto his back, he drew her toward him. Safe in his arms, she drifted almost instantly right to sleep. Tom wasn’t far behind at all, holding tightly onto her hand resting on his chest.
This was everything he had wanted. She was everything he had wanted.
~~~~~<3
Morning came with Sally bouncing into the room, a bundle of birthday energy Mia and Tom both were too tired for. Sally was spectacular about letting the adults in her life sleep when she woke first but where were some exceptions. Sally had a free pass as soon as the clock in her room turned green to wake her mother up on birthdays and holidays.
Mia nuzzled into Tom’s chest, nails lightly scratching him as she balled her fingers into a fist and tried to disappear into sleep. One of her legs were pressed tightly against Tom’s, stretching out as her toes flexed. Her other leg was curled up, hooked over his thigh with her toes resting on his knee, tickling him as they wiggled sleepily.
“It’s my birthday!” Sally bounced around the room, unconcerned by the sight of Tom, shirtless and in bed with her mom wrapped around him. Sally didn’t question the messy hair or their positions.
To the little girl, they were normal and Tom belonged. It was just fact to Sally.
“Indeed it is, little petal.” Tom pushed himself up on one elbow. It caused him to curl into Mia slightly and she felt why he wasn’t eager to get out of the bed against her thigh. “Why don’t you go grab one pastry out of the box. We’ll be out in a minute to help you with the rest of breakfast.”
Mia bounced out of the room.
“Close the door!” Mia shouted after her. The small girl ran back, grabbed the door handle and swung it closed with a giggle.
“Thank you.” Tom fell back on his back and squeezed her closer to him uncaring of his predicament in the moment.
It caused her whole position to shift again and her thigh brushed against his manhood though she had done her best to avoid it. His breath caught in his chest at the small contact and she yanked her leg straight down. She tried to pull away but was unable with his arms around her.
“I’m sorry,” She hated how her face felt like it was on fire.
“No, no- It’s fine Darling. You didn’t, I know you didn’t mean to.” Hearing him say it like that made her feel something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. She didn’t not want to touch him. She just- It was complicated.
Tom sat up, situating himself in his sweat pants in a effort to hide his excitement before giving up and just keeping himself under the blanket. Mia watched him as she tried to figure out what he really meant by that or and why it made her feel this way.
“Are you feeling better this morning?” Tom asked, noticing her watching him. “I’ll be able to get up in a few minutes, once this um, passes.”
Tom was blushing, she realized. He looked good with the flush high on his cheeks.
“That’s normal.” She said, pointing to his crotch. “In case you didn’t know. It just happens, I know.”
“I know,” Tom swung his legs off the bed, leaving blanket pooled in his lap still. “I just, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He was calmed down enough that he felt safe to stand.
Mia tried to keep her eyes in PG13 places but it was a struggle. She had seen a lot of Tom the morning after their wedding and not a lot since. Sure, she’d seen him shirtless a handful of times but, oh he looked well endowed.
Sweat pants were magical.
“Are you feeling better?” He asked again, resting his hand on her arm when she failed to answer the first time he asked.
It startled her. She’d been too distracted looking at his goods and then trying not to look at his goods to notice him approaching her. Did he know she was looking at his goods?
“I am, yeah.” She took a deep breath and tried to shake off the weight of the night before and feelings Tom caused in her mind.
“Mia?” Tom wasn’t sure what he was going to say at first. “Do you like working there? I mean, honestly?”
“I can’t not work, Tom.”
“I know- and I’m not asking you. Hell, if I am honest unless my agent is right- unless he can swing this contract with Marvel how he thinks he can swing it, I’ll be able to support you both for a long while but if it doesn’t, maintaining two households would stretch me thin.”
“What’s your point then?”
“My point is when you came home last night, you looked like a shell of the woman I’ve been getting to know for the last few weeks. You looked scared and hurt. I would rather stretch myself thin than have you go through something that leaves you feeling like that, especially if I might not be here.”
“I’m fine, Tom.” She was touched by his worry for her. It warmed her heart and made her eyes water. No one had cared or worried about her like that in a very long time. It scared her too, though. “Look, I-”
“I know.” He interrupted, talking over her. “I know you don’t want to rely on me. I know it’s hard for you to trust me but it’s been a few weeks. We’ve been growing, making progress. At least, I thought so.”
“Tom, I can’t.” He saw it, the moment he pushed too hard. He feared if not for his heart beating in his ears, he would be able to hear the sandcastle of a marriage they had begun to build crumbling to the ground. “I- Thank you, for holding me last night. But I can’t.”
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Mia had all but ran out of the room. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears, deafening her. There was nothing more in the world she wanted than to quit her job and find something where her ass wouldn’t get grabbed and men wouldn’t treat her like one of the attractions.
But she couldn’t.
That would mean trusting Tom completely and he said it himself, his career was a lot of unknowns. Their marriage had an expiration date too. Would they remain married at the end of the year? Tom had seemed so sure three weeks ago when he insisted this crazy plan go into existence but even if things were going okay, would be want his forever to be a stranger?
Mia scrambled eggs and tried to keep her mind from running head first down a path of a million ‘what if’s. She was mad at him and yet she was more touched than he could ever know- all for the same reason: He cared enough to offer her a way out.
“Mommy, Tommy said he’s got a fun day planned!” Sally announced as she ate fruit.
Breakfast was coming in stages this morning. The little girl had chocolate on her cheeks from the small chocolate donut she had first gotten. At some point the night before, Tom had cut up fruit and she was currently munching on that. The scrambled eggs would come last.
“Tommy?” Mia couldn’t help but laugh as the bedroom door opened and Tom walked out. “You’ve been renamed, you’re ‘Tommy’ now.”
“Is that so?” Tom laughed, tension melting a little from his shoulders at Mia’s smile telling him that, at least for now, the dust had settled and perhaps the sandcastle still stood.
He had been Tommy in his boyhood but had grown out of it with everyone except his mother. He was forever Tommy to her, except when he was in trouble- then he was Thomas. He was Thomas when he had told her of his marriage, most recently.
“Mommy and Tommy sitting in a tree.” The little girl sang, giggling. “It rhymes!”
“Eat your eggs.” Mia redirected, sliding the plate in front of her. Glancing at Tom, she could see his face was as red as her’s felt. “Coffee?” She asked him, offering an olive branch over where she had built fortress walls in sand.
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Tom had spent the day prior studying maps and learning routes. Today was his treat and he’d be damned if he made Mia drive them around for it. He was counting on his phone’s GPS and his prior studies to get them to where he wanted to go without giving away his gift to Sally or Mia who had thought she had approved all the plans for the day.
Mia stacked presents and decorations near the apartment door, hoping to make set up for the party later easier on them both. Tom swore he had food taken care of and that she didn’t have to worry about a cake.
Nothing fancy, he promised when she pressed, insisting everything that he would have needed her approval for, he got her approval for. The last thing she wanted was some spectacle that she would never be able to repeat if he left.
If he left. Mia realized she was no longer thinking about Tom leaving as inevitable. It was a possibility still but she caught herself hoping that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t.
That was dangerous. She had no business getting attached to him.
“Where are we going?” Sally asked the question on Mia’s mind as Tom sat in the driver’s seat.
Mia had a list of possibilities, ideas Tom had run by her but he kept what he decided on to himself.
“It’s a surprise.” He took his time adjusting everything to accommodate his long legs.
Dark sunglasses rested on his face as he threw the car in gear. Veins traced their way up his forearms and she couldn’t help but admire the way his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. The cords in his neck were highlighted by the harsh desert sun along with his sharp jawline. The red and blonde in his hair were far more obvious in the sun as well.
There had to be something wrong with her. No one should find someone driving a car this attractive.
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She accepted him into her greedily as he sank in, steady pressure splitting her walls open. His size was more than she was used to but she wanted him all. She wasn’t a untouched flower by any means but his size made her feel virginal in how he filled her inch by inch.
She moaned as he sank deeper into her. The sound was cut off with his lips on hers. She had no choice but to swallow his moan along with her own as he bottomed out, hips nestling tight against hers.
He only paused for a moment as he adjusted his position above her. Then he was thrusting. Slow and deep, the speed built with each thrust. Her legs hooked around his thighs as she tried to pull him closer, wanting to surround herself with him as she surrounded him.
~~~~~<3
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Loki: We are like minded souls. When I rule I will gladly make him my jester.
Peter: I’m going to assume that’s a compliment and take it as one!
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