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forgive me, father

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Summary: You've been having lewd dreams about the vicar in your small town for months now, and you march down to the church to confess your lust.

Pairing: Will Ransome x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k words

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors and pearl clutchers, if you know what's good for you, exit now); fingering; p in v; 1 cuss word; semi-public sex; dreams about some improper use of the altar; actual improper use of a confessional [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: in case you haven't watched Essex Serpent yet, he's a priest

There was one thing of which you were absolutely certain: When your time on this Earth is over, you would burn in the flesh-melting pits of Hell itself. You were no better than the leches that lurked outside of the tavern who lusted after the maidens who'd barely even begun to bleed.

Dare you say it, you may even be worse. Lusting after one that had already avowed himself to God. What type of lustful, wretched, depraved nymphomaniac would you be if you couldn't quell your desire for him?

For Reverend William Ransome, the towering and devastatingly handsome priest of the small town that you resided in.

Ever since you'd moved in to Aldwinter, the residents looked at you as if you had a strange mutation that only they could see. You were alien to them, with your vibrant, form-fitting dresses and your polished accent from what education you'd been allowed to receive in the city, there were nearly no souls for you to converse with for they didn't wish to acquaint themselves with someone so unknown to them.

And so landed the first nail in your metaphorical coffin, for the only soul in the quaint little town of Aldwinter willing to give you the time of day, the one who spoke with an education that matched--surpassed, even--your own, was none other than the Reverend himself.

Even on that first encounter you felt that traitorous desire pooling between your legs. Why did he have to sound like thaton top of looking as if despite having sworn himself to the cloth it seemed as if he was sculpted for temptation by the devil himself?

Now here you were, once again staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom, unable to return to sleep after having another sinfully filthy dream about that frustratingly perfect unattainable man. If there was truth in the messages that the Scripture delivered, and God truly could see into your thoughts and dreams, then surely He had His palm to His face at the lecherous images that were conjured in your mind over one of His representatives on this plane of existence.

Laid out bare and supine on the altar staring up at the ceiling of wood faintly tinted by the light coming through the stained glass window, as the dear Reverend hooked your legs around him, the only sounds to pierce the silence of the church being that of your hips snapping together and the obscene squelching sounds of him entering you repeatedly at an unforgiving pace.

But what had you violently waking up to find yourself face down on your bed with your legs spread and grinding your hips into the mattress were the final moments of that deliciously sinful dream. Where Will had begun to roll his hips into yours in a decadent pace, pressing his lips to your neck and chest in tender kisses. Whispering tender promises into your skin about how he'd longed to finally make you his. How he was convinced that the heavens made you just for him. "And all of Aldwinter will know that for a fact when they see you carrying my child."

You threw your arm over your eyes and let out a frustrated groan so loud you were sure you woke your neighbors. "This has gone on too long. These thoughts will either be exorcised or they will be buried. I refuse to be this heathen foolishly lusting after the vicar a moment longer. This ends tonight."

That was how you ended up marching into the church, donning only a dressing robe thrown over your nightgown and your boots to shield your feet from the mud of the marshes, determined to confess and finally let all your lecherous thoughts out in the open. You were sure that that grump Matthew would be too groggy from being awoken at this ungodly hour that he would barely remember anything you'd tell him, and so these words would truly only be between you and God.

You hadn't gone to confession in a considerable time, let alone at such an hour that one did not know whether to call it 'late in the night' or 'early in the morning', but you could recall some slivers of information about how to proceed. You walked to the door of the sacristy, knocked three times, and then proceeded to the confessional, trying to recall what the next step was.

There was a ledge near the latticed covered window that would allow the priest to speak with you from the other side, and there was also a kneeler by the entryway. Considering that you needed to pay penance for the debased thoughts in your rampant imagination, you figured that kneeling would be more appropriate, so you closed the curtain in front of you and set your knees on the leather-covered bench, waiting for a cue.

The sound of the curtain on the other side being drawn with more force than necessary made you jump. Sorry I had to wake you from your dreamscape litany, Matthew. You waited a few moments for the curate to situate himself on the ledge on his side and draw back the divider before you spoke.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," you wavered, a large part of you ashamed for the words you were about to utter. "It had been…heavens, I haven't the faintest idea when I last confessed. I dare reckon it's been over a decade since my last confession," you admitted with a chuckle, hoping to inject some light into the thick guilt-ridden tension.

All you received in response was a low grumble, making you roll your eyes at the curate's ornery demeanor. You took that sound as a cue for you to start stating your sins.

"I have been plagued with guilt over the last few months with the aftermath of the sins that I have committed in the privacy of my own home." You took a deep breath, the weight on your heart growing heavier with each passing moment. "I have been having licentious thoughts about a man I shouldn't desire. Wherever I turn, regardless of my efforts, he is there. Tempting me. Taunting me. Even when I close my eyes, when I dream, I dream of him. There's no escape.

"When he speaks of even the most mundane, or the most modest of subjects, all I can think of is how his voice sounds like a luxurious mix of fine silk and crushed velvet. And how that voice could get me to do the most unholy things, he need only ask. I think about how it would feel to lay with him, and what sinful words could be uttered from those deceptively angelic lips of his. I think about how those lips would feel on mine, or how they would feel pressing kisses down my body.

"I think of his hands and how they look as if they were engineered for sin. With long, dexterous fingers that I'm sure would be devastating if they were inside me. I think about what his manhood would look like and how I'm sure thatwould utterly decimate me." You could hear the heavy breathing from the other side of the divider, smirking to yourself as you realized that your words had gotten to the ill-tempered judgmental man on the other side.

"I must atone for my sins," you finished. "So I've come here to confess them. And hopefully in doing so I would be better equipped with the defenses to never think as such again."

You were only met with silence.

"I don't know how to conclude this. Are you supposed to give me a set of prayers or--?"

"Kneel," was the only terse reply. As if you were being whipped with the word itself.

"I am kneeling," you whispered shakily, fearing now that the next move would be to drag you through the walkways of Aldwinter and be labeled the whore you felt you were.

"Then stay on your knees, Y/N."

It was as if ice cold water had been poured down the length of your spine, the harsh realization like a slap across your face. That voice. The voice that haunted your dreams and your waking thoughts. The voice that belonged to the man you'd just described in lurid detail that you wanted to do unspeakable things to you.

You'd just confessed your fantasies about Will Ransome. To Will Ransome.

Now would be a good time for the ground to open up a gateway to Hell itself and swallow me whole, you thought snidely.

You flinched at the sound of the curtain on his side being drawn, the motion even sharper than it had been minutes ago, as if he intended for the curtain to seem like it was slicing through the silence. Slicing into your soul and displaying your shameful lust for all to see.

Perhaps if you waited long enough for him to return to the sacristy then you could quietly slip out of the church, and never return for another service again. Save up your money until you could leave Aldwinter altogether and put this humiliating lustful blunder behind you. Where he would only remain a prurient fantasy, and he had no power to turn into anything more damning for you.

You'd been counting the seconds away, every inch of you trembling with your mortification, when the curtain in front of you was pulled back from the other side, making you flinch even harder. Your head snapped up and your doe-eyed gaze met the steel blue of Will's as he looked down at your face. His tall frame seemed even more imposing from this angle, filling you with a traitorous mix of apprehension and desire.

That desire only intensified as your heart hammered in your chest when he began to sink to his knees as well, his face becoming almost level with yours as his hand moved to cup the side of your face, his thumb resting on your bottom lip and coaxing it into a pout. He breathed out your name, in a similar tone that he would use in service, in prayer. The tenderness in his tone took you aback, keeping you frozen in place despite every fibre of your being screaming at you to stand, to apologize, to run and never look back.

"Dear lovely Y/N," he murmured, leaning in so close that his breath was ruffling the hairs at the crown of your head. Just the smallest nudge closer and his lips would be ghosting across your skin. "Finish your confession, sweet girl."

You fought the urge to fall against him as you felt him press the lightest of kisses to your temple. Finish? No, surely he didn't mean for you to utter the name. You couldn't. You wouldn't. "It is finished," you said in your attempt to evade him, your voice so inaudible it was barely a whisper that had got caught in the back of your throat.

The faintest whimper escaped your lips as he pressed a kiss to the side of your face, so close to your ear. "It is not finished until you utter the name of the one who makes you sin the way you do. The one who has so thoroughly penetrated your thoughts that you became compelled to come here and confess them to me on your knees."

This bloody devilish tempter. "I can't," you gasped as his hand moved to cup the back of your neck, his fingers beginning to weave through your hair. "The admission would destroy me."

"It won't." His closeness had led you to feel his words as much as hear them, the low timbre of his soft spoken answer rippling throughout the entirety of your body, adding fuel to the fire he had started within you long before you stepped foot into the church. Made worse by him bringing his free hand to your waist and curling his fingers around the curve of your body, thumb gently stroking the side of your stomach. "I can promise you that it won't, dear Y/N. I would never condemn you over something so natural. So human. But I do wish to know the name of the man who brought one of the most brilliant people I know to her knees." His lips ghosted across your cheek. "Name, sweet girl."

Perhaps if I say it he would back away in disgust and I can leave. It was a desperate attempt, and it would hammer in the final nail in your coffin, but it was all you had now. What have I left to lose?

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself to start running; the only drawback to this was that as your body tensed, his hold on you tightened. With a resigned sigh, you breathed the name. "Will Ransome."

His hold on you tightened by the slightest as he leaned back to look at you, his face devoid of the disgust and abhorrence you expected to find. Instead you couldn't rationalize what you were seeing as his eyes shone as if the stars themselves had taken up residence in them, his brows knitted together, and the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You tried to make a motion to pull away but he didn't budge, his hands still firmly keeping you in place as his thumbs began to stroke your skin once again.

You held your breath as he leaned in, bringing his face so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your lips. And then it was as if your world had stopped when you felt him press a light, imperceptible kiss to your upper lip, followed by one to your bottom lip. It was on the third time his lips had grazed yours that you returned the kiss, eliciting a low groan from him and making him wrap his arm around you to press your body against his, the contact making you both moan into each other's mouths.

Will held you tight as he led you both to stand, lifting you off your feet once he was standing upright and walking you into the confessional until your back was pressed against the wooden wall and he sat you down on the ledge. He reached back to haphazardly draw the curtain and cover the compartment before stepping between your legs, grabbing hold of the fabric of your nightgown and slowly hiking up the fabric to bare your legs to him. "All this time," he breathed, lifting his gaze to meet yours, the intensity in his eyes pinning you in place. "You could have been mine all this time."

You were still dreaming. You must be. There wasn't even the most remote of possibilities that those very same sinful hands that you'd fantasized about for months were currently working their way up your thighs, caressing your skin with a reverence as if he himself couldn't believe this was his reality, too. Only it wasn't reality. This was your mind playing the cruelest trick on you, giving you a fantasy so realistic you could swear on your life that it was real.

Wasn't it?

Only the sounds of your whimpers getting caught in the back of your throat pierced the silence of the booth, the heavy curtain all but blocking out the rest of the world to you as one of his hands made its way between your legs, inching higher and higher as he pressed his lips to the crook of your neck. "We're finished wasting time, my dear," he murmured into your neck, your sharp gasp shattering the deafening silence as you felt his fingers meet the slick evidence of your arousal.

You were torn between telling him he shouldn't do this, that it wasn't proper for him to do so, and begging him to keep going. To give in to your torturous desires since he seemed to be doing the same. You rested your forehead on his shoulder, biting the inside of your lips so hard they may very well have drawn blood to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape you once his fingers moved up and began to slowly rub circles over your clit.

"Don't silence yourself, sweetheart." You struggled to keep yourself muted as another moan tried to slip from your mouth as he pressed more fevered kisses to your neck, your vision blurring every time you felt his tongue dart out to lick at your skin. "Let me hear you."

Just as you opened your mouth to set loose a moan that would have woken your neighbors had you been in your home, your blissful dream-like state was shattered by an ornery voice. "Father Ransome?"

You clapped a hand over your mouth, fighting your body's urge to take heaving breaths, your stubborn denial causing your lungs to burn and your heart to beat even faster as your body begged for more. Whether it be more of the air or more of Will you couldn't tell anymore. Perhaps more of both.

The heavy-footed steps of the curate began to echo through the church, the sound of each step coming closer to where you were making the panic sink deeper into your soul. Truly you didn't fear what discovery of you would do; had it just been you getting caught doing something salacious in the booth to be shamed 'til Kingdom Come by the irrational curate, you'd have had no issues facing him and talking him down with your back straight and head held high.

But this wasn't just you. Getting caught in this moment had graver consequences because it would implicate Will as a lech. His reputation in this naive, superstitious town would be wrecked. Because of you. For that and that alone, you endured the burning in your lungs as it begged for more air, as it begged you to take the heaving breaths.

It didn't help in the least that it was at this moment that Will decided to test the strength of your resolve, continuing to press his lips along the column of your neck as his fingers resumed to rub slowly over the overly sensitive nub above your entrance. Now your breaths were slow and shuddering through your nose, the entirety of your body shaking with a mixture of the fear of getting caught and the wicked, sinful pleasure that the man before you was subjecting you to. "Perhaps you should stay quiet a little while longer, my dear girl," he whispered in your ear, his lips ghosting along the shell of it before he pressed a kiss to the skin behind it, letting out a low groan that you prayed wasn't heard outside.

Your free arm hooked around his side, your hand clawing at his back the moment his fingers traveled down and entered you. Your throat burned with the silenced whimpers and moans that wished to not be kept in, all made worse when his free hand weaved through the hair at the base of your skull, tilting your head backward and exposing your throat for him to press fevered kisses to.

"If you knew how I longed for you, Y/N," he groaned into your skin, the vibrations from his voice traveling all over your body and intensifying the pleasure already washing over you. "How I would lay in bed at night, sit alone in my study, or tonight in the sacristy. And I would touch myself to the thought of laying with you. Having you laid bare underneath me as I worshipped you." He pulled your hand away from your face and slanted his mouth over yours in a heated kiss, the whimpers finding their way out as his tongue slipped past your lips and tangled with your own just as his fingers curled upward and brushed against a spot inside of you that blurred your vision and had your hips involuntarily jerking against his touch, wantonly begging for more.

The sound of heavy footsteps right outside the confessional, however, had you freezing against his touch. He broke the kiss gently, careful not to make any sounds as his lips pulled away from yours. You pleaded silently with your eyes for him not to move, to alleviate the burning in you even in the slightest, at least until one of the most notorious gossips in the town had wrongfully concluded that there was no one in the church.

His only answer was a devious glint in his eyes as he torturously continued the long, sensuous strokes of his finger against that spot inside of you, making you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you fought to keep your breathing even.

"You haunted my waking thoughts and my dreams as well, sweet girl," he whispered as he pressed a tender kiss to the side of your head. "And now I get to make you mine."

The footsteps fell right by the curtain that shielded you both from the rest of the world. That heavy fabric now feeling as if it were the flimsiest cover, that anyone could see right through it if they looked hard enough. Perhaps if they squinted their eyes they would undoubtedly see the town's aberration of a woman corrupting their dear vicar.

"I coulda sworn that wench from London walked in here," the grumpy voice mumbled right outside the confessional, his heavy footsteps heading toward the direction of the sacristy now followed by the sounds of heavy knocking. "Are you alright in there, Father Ransome?! I hope that wretched woman didn't dare try to charm you with her wiles."

"Too late," Will murmured against your ear with a low chuckle that had you beside yourself. "I'm afraid you ensnared me since the moment I laid eyes on you." You lifted your head from his shoulder to look at him, the honesty in his words placing an expression on his face so tender you swore to yourself you didn't deserve to see it, let alone be the reason for it. "I'm yours."

You both stared at each other, a smirk tugging at the side of his mouth at every silent gasp that formed in your mouth as he kept on stroking that spot inside of you, bringing you closer and closer to climax. As the steps began to sound farther and farther away, he began to move faster, the smirk morphing into a devious grin as fragments of a whimper began to escape you.

And then the sound of the door closing as the ornery town gossip finally left the church echoed through the now empty sanctuary. "You're completely mad," you whined as his fingers moved faster inside you, an obscene moan breaking through the silence as you felt his thumb make contact with your clit once more.

"For you, sweetheart, I completely am." He pressed his lips to yours, moaning into your mouth as your hand traveled downward to palm him through his trousers. "Temptress," he hissed, nipping at your bottom lip. "Now come for me."

You threw your head back against the wooden wall at his command, your walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers as he eased you through your release.

"Beautiful," he breathed, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin of your chest, close to your heart. The sound of the laces on his trousers being undone already had you ready for what ever else he may have in store for you. "I'm going to need you to come in for a different type of confession, sweetheart." Another moan escaped your lips -- the sound so sharp and loud you could nearly feel it reverberating in the wooden ledge that you were holding on to for dear life -- as you felt the tip of his manhood brushing along your folds.

You shuddered as you breathed out his name, his lips still pressing kisses all over your collarbone, careful not to leave a mark on your skin. "What confession--Oh f-fuck!" Your head hit the wall as you began to feel him inching his way inside you, a delicious burn beginning as your walls stretched for him to fit.

"I'll need for us to do them somewhere more private. And more often. Just to be thorough." His lips found yours once again as he thrusted the slightest bit to fully sheathe himself inside you, your hips flush against each other, his kiss muffling the shriek that you let out from the salacious intrusion. "Perhaps nightly. In my home. Where no one can hear us confessing our lust for miles."

A/N: And it's officially begun! Welcome to 14 Days of Valentines. Every day from now until Valentine's Day I will be posting a smut/smutty story involving either Tom or one of Tom's characters. I hope y'all like what I've come up with, and also I hope you check out all the amazing works in the collection not just by myself (those aren't amazing lol) but by fellow writers in the community.

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five-miles-over · 1 year

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Since I am currently obsessed with your Tom Hiddleston character headcanons and I noticed requests are open👉👈 Could we get some soft, fluffy Headcanons of the Tom Hiddleston characters on their wedding day to you?

Aaah, thank you so much for your request, @queen-paladin and thank you even more for your patience! This was fun to imagine, I hope you like it!

Multi-Character Headcanons: Tom Hiddleston Characters On Their Wedding Day

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)

Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Prince Loki Odinson, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, James Conrad, and Jaguar Villain! Tom Hiddleston.

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent

On his wedding day to you, Reverend Will Ransome would wake up at sunrise, taking his time to wash himself, get dressed, and make his way to the church for his own wedding

He would take advantage of the early hours of the morning to be alone with his own thoughts, except almost all of his thoughts would be on you. Will would mull over how tomorrow, he would wake up as a married man. Instead of an empty bed, Will would find you by his side as his wedded partner, a gift bestowed upon by God for him to cherish for the rest of his life. Instead of spending the morning contemplating in circles, the reverend would be with his newly wed wife, talking to you about his thoughts and eagerly listening to yours. And instead of retiring alone at nightfall, he would be comforted by your warmth and your love, spending hours in your arms until you both drifted off to sleep.

Heavenly father, hallowed be thy name, grant him the strength not to stray from the path of a devoted husband.

After an hour or two of solitude that would finally come to an end after years of longing, Will would politely interact with the guests while taking his rightful place at the altar as the groom.

As soon as Will saw you enter the church, holding a bunch of wildflowers and forget-me-nots, his heart would swell with joy and gratitude. He would silently thank God for bestowing him this gift of spending his life with you. And before the official vows, he would make his own, silent promise to make you happy as possible for as long as he lived.

Wedding superlative: Most likely to get caught in a compromising position right before the ceremony (don't ask me how I know this, I just do)

King Henry V from The Hollow Crown

On his wedding day to you, King Henry V would remain as stoic as possible in the presence of his servants while they readied him for the ceremony.

Yet, occasionally his eyes would drift towards the small, intricate portrait of you that stood on his dressing table. Henry commissioned for it to be painted (based on his own description of you) for his personal desire after the first meeting with you. Every morning and every night that he could not be with you, he would look at the portrait and remind himself of the one that ruled his heart, his only beloved.

And it delighted him to know that one day, that portrait would be replaced with a larger, more grand painting of you and Henry, the rulers of England. Perhaps, if God willed it, you would be holding his future heir in your arms when the time came for your portrait.

Thinking about the heir would almost make Henry break his stoic facade, not because he would be thinking of fatherhood but because he would be musing over your wedding night. How would you feel after the ceremony? Would you be open to consummating your marriage?

He would gently lick his bottom lip, remembering the first time he kissed you on the lips. It was on your third meeting, after Henry sweetly asked for your permission to do something so bold as to embrace you. If it weren't for his own restraint, Henry would have been caught blushing like a virgin by his own servants. That would certainly set some tongues wagging about the castle.

"Nev'r has't i seen true beauty until this moment. How f'rtunate i might not but beest, yond while oth'r men spendeth their whole liveth seeking Elysium, i has't t bef're me", were King Henry's thoughts as soon as he stood in the church, gazing upon you while you entered, wearing a pristine white wedding gown and holding the arm of your father.

(Translation: Never have I seen true beauty until this moment. How fortunate I must be, that while other men spend their whole lives seeking paradise, I have it before me.)

At that moment, all of the royal stoicism the king of England had faded away like the morning dew. He smiled as if he were blessed with everything he could ever want.

His eyes did not leave you even as you stood beside him at the altar and knelt before the priest.

Henry recited his vows without flinching or faltering. As soon as the priest gave him permission, the king of England lifted your veil and proudly brought his lips to yours.

Your wedding would be one of the happiest days of the king's life, and one he hoped that you would also cherish

Wedding superlative: Most likely to have a coronation and a wedding on the same day

Prince Loki of Asgard from Thor:

On his wedding day to you, Prince Loki of Asgard would be pacing through the palace in the hours before the ceremony, his hands behind his back

He had already imagined this day more times than he could count, marrying you, the love of his life. And with each day leading up to your wedding, his fantasies would grow so vivid, so exciting, so intimidating that he would hardly be able to sleep

Thoughts would be plaguing his mind every waking moment while the palace was being decorated for the celebrations

Would he be a good husband to you? How would he be able to satisfy you on the wedding night? And what if he displeased you in some way, shape, or form? Would you go to Thor instead and seek comfort in his arms? No…no, no, it couldn't be. Loki shook his head. You loved him. You would never betray him and he would never betray you.

With a million butterflies in his stomach, he would go to the throne room with Thor by his side, wearing his armor, brand new emerald green robes, and his signature golden horned crown.

Seeing you standing next to him in a beautiful wedding gown completely took his breath away, and it only strengthened his resolve that he would stay by your side for the rest of his life.

He would probably struggle to look you in the eye, keeping a shy, boyish smile on his lips the whole time simply because of how much you resembled a goddess of beauty

In the presence of the All-Father, Prince Loki would make his vows to protect you, remain loyal to you, and perform his duties as a husband with utmost respect. And when the time comes, in front of all of Asgard, he would bring his lips to yours, sharing your first kiss as a married couple.

Wedding superlative: Most likely to get shy when putting the ring on his bride's finger

Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from Avengers: Infinity War

On his wedding day to you, Loki would probably be overly excited about making sure this wedding was one to remember for the centuries to come

Until he met you, Loki believed he would never be able to find true love, let alone find someone to spend the rest of his life with. But all of that changed when Loki had a crush on you and Thor decided to play Cupid, conveniently leaving his brother alone with you in parks and cafés. Loki and you eventually caught onto Thor's plan, and eventually began placing bets with each other about what stupid excuse Thor would use to leave the situation. The result? Loki fell hopelessly in love with your wit, your humor, and your beauty.

And now that he would finally get the chance to celebrate his union with someone so special, Loki decided to leave no stone unturned in making your wedding as wonderful as possible.

With his brother's help, he arranged to have the magic of Asgard brought to your Midgardian venue, complete with a long banquet, floral arrangements with Asgardian flowers, and even a few lute players to entertain the guests while they dined

Loki even had a special tiara made for you to wear during the wedding - a simple yet elegant golden wreath tiara with diamonds and emeralds. He would've had a more extravagant design made, but every other female in his life suggested that he should choose a tiara that would suit any wedding outfit you chose

The moment he saw you, walking down the aisle in your wedding outfit, his jaw dropped. For a moment, he felt like his heart stopped and he went to Valhalla. When you approached him at the altar, he couldn't help but whisper, "You look absolutely ravishing, my dear…My Queen."

After bringing his hand to your lips, he would recite his vows to you

"I, Loki, prince of Asgard, Odinson, the rightful king of Jotunheim, God of Mischief, do hereby pledge to you my undying fidelity. I promise to always keep you safe, to keep you happy, and to keep you loved. You are my everything, and I will never ever stop fighting for us, wherever our journey may take us. And I swear on all that I hold dear in this life, that I shall never betray you, nor let anyone, man or god alike, take you from me. For as long as I live, you will be my wife and my lover."

Possible first dance song: "The Only Exception" by Paramore

Wedding superlative: Most likely to instigate a brawl between two people at his wedding (and do nothing to stop it)

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

On his wedding day to you, Bill Hazeldine would wake up, giddy as a schoolboy (after being unable to sleep last night until he called you on his mobile). His parents would giggle while he darts about, getting ready at a pace never seen before.

It was no secret that Bill was excited about marrying you. He spent weeks planning the perfect way to propose to you, visiting at least six different jewelry stores for the perfect ring and seeking your entire family's permission two weeks prior. And the night he proposed to you, he surprised you with a homemade attempt of your favorite dessert and your favorite film before presenting the ring to you.

And of course, you said yes, much to Bill's immense delight. Finally, he would be starting a life with the you, the person whom he loved the most. He would be marrying someone who loved him for who he was and made him feel like he was capable of anything.

When it came to the wedding, Bill would be critical of every single thing about himself, bugging his parents and his best man with questions

"Is this enough cologne? My tie, is it too short? Please, I don't want her to be disappointed."

"Bill, she loves you," his mother assures him. "She's marrying you. She wants to spend the rest of her life with you. Now stop fretting. You'll sweat through your suit."

After about a thousand assurances and countless intrusive thoughts, Bill would be nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet while waiting at the altar.

But as soon as he saw you, coming down the aisle, all of those thoughts would disappear. All Bill would be able to think of is how gorgeous you are, and how he's going to marry you in front of the whole world.

Your first dance song would almost 100% be "Wedding Bell Blues" by The Fifth Dimension. It was his mother's choice, and once you heard the lyrics, you couldn't help but approve (seriously, if you haven't heard this song before, look up the lyrics because it's about marrying a guy named Bill)

Also, someone would probably need to make sure that Jewel Diamond doesn't show up and seize the microphone to sing "Part Time Lover" or "Like a Virgin" at the reception. But if that's taken care of, you and Bill will probably have a great time celebrating with your family and friends.

Wedding superlative: Most likely to cry when he sees his bride walk down the aisle

Caius Marcius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

On his wedding day to you, Caius Marcius Coriolanus would put on his armor and his military regalia as if he were going to lead a campaign. His mother insisted that it would make him look distinguished, and send a message that his bride - and their family - ought to treat him with respect.

Many of his army men and his comrades would be in attendance, some of them even bearing gifts. They all knew of Coriolanus's feelings for you, teasing the general of how reluctant he was to approach you when he saw you for the first time and Cupid struck

But instead of rudely telling them all to shut up as usual, Coriolanus would bear it with gritted silence because deep down, it was all true. Coriolanus deeply loved you, and would never wish to live without you or hurt you in any way.

Too proud to be caught smiling in public, Coriolanus would simply let his eyes speak his adoration for you when you entered the temple of Mars, dressed in fine robes and jewelry with a veil over your head.

His eyes darkened with lust when you came closer to him. And in that moment, all he wanted was for the priest to hurry up and stop talking so he could kiss you, claiming you before everyone as his wife

After the ceremony came to an end, Coriolanus would keep one hand on the small of your back, determined to keep you close to him while he musters small talk with the guests…and insults some of them.

At some point, perhaps at sundown, he would cut his conversations short and bid his in-laws good night. Tightening his grip around you, Coriolanus would bring you to his home as fast as possible so he could finally drop his guard and…privately celebrate your union

Wedding superlative: Most likely to get into a fight at his own wedding

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

On his wedding day, Jonathan Pine would be extra vigilant, keeping an eagle eye for anything that might go wrong.

While you were getting ready, he would be pacing along the oceanside and through the rows of seats for a possible threat, or someone who could be smuggling a weapon. Even after Angela Burr assured him that no one knew about his wedding except for the few people in attendance, he would still insist that someone keep a tab on you and give him constant updates while you were getting ready.

Jonathan had already loved and lost someone, and he would never forgive himself if someone took his bride away from him.

Until he saw you, he would not be able to let himself rest for a moment, rubbing the nape of his neck while pacing, adjusting his cufflinks (which happened to be the ones you gifted him for Christmas), and thinking of every single way that someone could sabotage this special day

And the moment you came down the aisle in your beautiful wedding gown, Jonathan would breathe a sigh of relief and beam with pride. At that instant, the only thought in his mind when he looks at you would be how amazing and how happy you look while you approached him. And how every moment leading up to this one was definitely worth it. Nothing would be able to hold a candle to the first time he got to see you as the one he, Jonathan Pine, was going to marry.

Holding your hand, Jonathan would quietly say his vows, knowing that he had already made every single vow to himself when he proposed to you. That in his mind, he had already promised to love you through thick and thin, in good times and bad times, even when the two of you would be miles apart. You would be the one he fights for and stays alive for, every single time.

Possible first dance song: "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls or "The Way You Look Tonight" by Frank Sinatra (Or "Shakespeare" by Miranda Cosgrove)

Wedding superlative: Most likely to have a destination honeymoon

Robert Laing from High-Rise

On his wedding day with you, Dr. Robert Laing would be thinking of nothing but you, simply put.

("Ruhi, come now…" "You know what, Robert? Somebody had to say it.")

When Robert originally moved into the high rise, he was disillusioned with the thought of being involved with other people. He wanted to be alone, nothing more. But now, three years after that day? He couldn't picture a day without seeing you, without indulging in your witty banter, without giving you a kiss before going off to the medical school, or without you simply calling his name. It had to be magic of some kind, an enchantment Robert couldn't quite explain with all of his scientific knowledge.

And that's how Robert Laing, a doctor of physiology who lived on the twenty-fifth floor of the high rise, let himself fall in love you and share his life with you.

Sure, Wilder and a few other guys in the high-rise would be pouring drinks and making crude jokes about Robert finally getting a 'ball and a chain' but Robert knew better. You wouldn't be a ball and a chain to him, but rather an angel.

With you by his side, Robert could begin a new life at the high rise, one where he wouldn't have to be alone. A life of comfort where he could come home to someone who would care for him, and a life where he would have someone to cherish and protect. It would be a new life with a new purpose, all thanks to you

So when he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time, he couldn't help but stare. You looked like an absolute dream, so radiant and so gorgeous.

He'd continue to steal glances throughout the ceremony, even while reciting his vows. And when the officiant finally says "you may now kiss your bride", Robert would put one hand around your waist and use his other hand to cradle the back of your head, passionately capturing your lips with his

Possible first dance song: "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" by Frankie Valli

Wedding superlative: Most likely to burn the dance floor at his own wedding (and get quite tipsy in the process)

Second wedding superlative: Most likely to eat more cake than the bride

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander

On his wedding day to you, Magnus Martinsson would be one of those grooms who makes snarky jokes about his life being "over" but is secretly freaking out on the inside

It wasn't helpful that his colleagues at the station kept making jokes about him being 'tied down' and how you were way out of his league.

Magnus would find himself in a downward spiral of thoughts about the kind of husband he'd be, and whether you really were making the right choice in marrying him when you could have better.

His comments might get so bad that even Kurt Wallander would have to intervene and tell him to stop unless he wanted to hurt his bride

Wallander would take Magnus aside and assure him that there are many great things about marriage, and that he is lucky to be spending his life with someone like you. That most men, especially those who joke about marriage being the 'end of their life', would desperately want to find someone who loves them as much as you love Magnus

With those words, Magnus would calm down, fix his curls, and go to the altar to wait for you. And as soon as he saw you walk down the aisle, he would realize how right Kurt was. That he, Magnus Martinsson, was the luckiest man in the world because he was going to marry you. That all of those jokes were false, and the only thing that mattered was how much you loved each other

Magnus might not choose to write his own vows, sticking with the traditional "in sickness and in health, till death do us part", but he would be sure to tell you how much he loved you throughout the wedding

Possible first dance song: "My Girl," by The Temptations

Wedding superlative: Most likely to show up to his own wedding completely hungover

Oakley from Unrelated

On his wedding day to you, Oakley would be the most chill groom ever. Seriously, anything could happen and he'd be the one reminding everyone to calm down. The rings are missing? Don't worry, they'll turn up anyway.

His chill attitude also means that he would be perfectly fine in getting married while wearing a t-shirt and cargo pants. Somebody might need to drag this cocky handsome bastard into a suit, reminding him it's his goddamn wedding day, not some picnic

Oakley really isn't a fan of formal wear, especially anything that requires a tie

He would probably be joking around with his friends, having a smoke during the hour before the ceremony.

He wouldn't even be freaking out about the fact that he'll soon be a married man because…this is exactly what he wanted the minute he fell in love with you. He knew that he needed you in his life, that you were the one he wanted to love for the rest of his days, and that the best thing to do was to tell you exactly that… before asking you to marry him

And the moment he saw you standing in your wedding dress for the first time, all of those memories left his mind and the only thing that Oakley could think about…was how he would never forget this moment. And that if the world were to end tomorrow, he would be the luckiest guy on the planet just because he would get to call you - this gorgeous, funny, and kind person standing before him - his wife.

Also, Oakley would totally be the type to make his wedding kiss with you totally epic, either picking you up and spinning you around, or turn it into a dip and kiss (which looks something like this)

Possible first dance song: "Teenage Dream" by Boyce Avenue or "Lucky," by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat

Wedding superlative: Most likely to get drunk during his own wedding and say something extremely inappropriate

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

On his wedding day to you, Thomas Sharpe would have every detail in its perfect place. From the flowers to the organ playing the wedding march to the seating arrangement, every single thing would be immaculately arranged to your liking.

He would play the part of a doting groom very effectively, almost ignoring Lucille most of the time in favor of talking to your family members. He'd play with the little ones, laugh at your father's attempts at humor, and assure your mother that her child will lack nothing in their marriage

The moment you entered the chapel, a warm smile would spread across Thomas's face and his face would light up as if the in the world darkness was finally gone for good.

As if you were made of glass, he would carefully take your hand in his and lead you to the altar, kneeling before the priest.

Then, Thomas would make his vows to be with you in sickness and in health, till death do you part, and kiss you slowly, savoring this moment of purity.

After the ceremony, Thomas would lead you in a waltz - your first dance as husband and wife - with a pace so swift yet so delicate that it would not extinguish a candle

At a specific moment, when the guests are dining, Thomas would lightly tap on his glass with a fork to get everyone's attention.

"On behalf of the Sharpe household, I would like to thank you all for attending this lovely occasion. I could not be more happier than to be marrying the lady seated right here," Thomas would gesture to you with a proud smile. "She is truly a blessing, and until death parts us, I promise to hold her close and to treasure her always. May our days together be filled with happiness and joy."

Wedding superlative: Most likely to have an eloquent wedding toast that makes everyone go "Awww"

James Conrad from Kong: Skull Island

On his wedding day to you, Captain James Conrad would be silent to almost everyone before the ceremony, pretending to be completely calm about his impending nuptials. But his dark circles and his red eyes wouldn't fool anyone; it would be pretty clear that he hadn't sleeping so well lately

Actually, after he'd finally left Skull Island and settled in the United Kingdom, James had been dealing with nightmares about Kong and other terrifying creatures he'd encountered. Eventually, Preston Packard and Mason Weaver coaxed him to start seeing a professional about his nightmares and traumatic flashbacks.

That's how James Conrad gained the courage and the hope to start a relationship with you, the beautiful neighbor who lived a few doors from his flat. And now, nearly two years after your first date, he proposed, you and James moved in together, and you were getting married.

James could not have been happier about your union, but the past week leading up to the wedding had been tough.

The two of you thought it might be good to have a little separation before the ceremony, and James thought it would make the wedding sweeter, so you agreed to sleep over at a friend's place.

James found himself deeply missing your touch (and your cuddles - shh, don't tell anyone I told you) and many of the nightmares from his past returned. So after talking to you on the telephone every night, he would hold one of your sweaters like a security blanket while trying to lull himself sleep

When he finally saw you coming to the altar in your wedding gown, it felt like he'd been underwater for hours and was finally coming up for fresh air. From now on, he would never have to sleep alone, or face anything all by himself. Whatever happens, if he ever has to return to Skull Island in his dreams or in real life, he would have you by his side.

He'd be grinning the whole time from ear to ear, just enjoying the moment with you, and would always have his arm around you. Whenever James wasn't trying to stifle a yawn, he would be holding you close and stealing kisses, much to the amusement of everyone else around him.

Possible First Dance song: "Can't Help Falling in Love with You" by Elvis Presley

Wedding superlative: Most likely to never let anyone else dance with his bride because he gets jealous

Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

On his wedding day to you, Thomas would be dressed to the nines and poised like a prince, wearing a sharp three-piece suit (with a pistol concealed in his jacket) and Dolce and Gabbana citrus cologne

To him, this wedding was not unlike any other important engagement. A place where deals could be made and broken, offers could be extended and retracted, and alliances could be tested

Therefore, only the best of decorations could be present. The cake and the champagne had to be of the utmost quality (no cheap, off-brand liquor allowed), and the floral arrangements needed to be elegant enough for royalty

It would also be an opportunity for Thomas to reward his those closest to him in his inner circle; by inviting them, wining and dining them with a gourmet meal, he could reward their loyalty while also keeping them near should they try anything suspicious.

But none of that would apply to you. No, Thomas may be emotionless and calculating in matters of business, even at his own wedding, but you were not to take part in any of it. In fact, your innocence was one of the reasons why Thomas was so attracted to you. You gave him something worth living for, something that was worth defending and protecting. He could not afford to corrupt you with his dirty world of schemes and plots

During the wedding, Thomas would be your Prince Charming (like always), making sure that you were comfortable.

He would hold your hand and tell you how beautiful you looked whenever you got nervous. If you were hungry, he'd make sure that a plate of food was brought to you. And if someone dared to make you uncomfortable on your special day? They had better prepared to have the living daylights pounded out of them.

Also, Thomas would never admit this to you until possibly years after your wedding to him, but he secretly bribed the person who showed you your wedding dresses to only show you designs that he approved of. He knew that you would look stunning in anything you wore, but he always liked to be the one in charge

Possible first dance song: "Fly Me to The Moon," by Frank Sinatra or "Stand By Me" by Ben E. King

Wedding superlative: Most likely to carry out a murder at their wedding

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Hello there, my friend! 😊

After thinking very long about what to request (I couldn't decide), I finally made it into your ask box. 😁

What do you think about a Will Ransome story? Perhaps he falls in love with someone he shouldn't fall in love with? Someone who works with him at the church? I'll leave the rest open to you. 😊

"Thief of Hearts" A Will Ransome x F!Reader Oneshot

With his pending nuptials sending his heart into doubt, Reverend Ransome seeks to distract his mind by saving a the soul of a wandering thief...until she begins to alter the course of his life instead.

Pairing: Will Ransome x F!Reader Genre: Forbidden Love; sad ending Word Count: 3k Content Warning: I guess if you count an engaged vicar having thots a trigger

Ten weeks until Midsummer night. Ten weeks until the Reverend of Aldwinter married. Ten long, yet instantaneous weeks.

Will stood on the open threshold of his church early that warm April morning, sweeping the stoop casually, alone with the Lord and his own thoughts.

It had been a difficult winter for him. Being hardly twenty-two and fresh from seminary, it took even the gentle Will Ransome some time to gain the trust of the small hamlet in rural England. Of course, God always provided, and a particularly bad snow storm the previous December had nearly paralyzed the village, and perhaps it would have ended in disaster had Will, along with a few of the town’s more physically-adept men, to bring supplies from another town miles away, taking them nearly a week on foot with minimal support to make the journey. The rescue efforts had been a success, saving the people from disease and starvation at a crucial hour.

Of course, not only did this act of heroism persuade the village to accept the youthful, gangly vicar, but it had another, less-foreseen side effect: the women of Aldwinter suddenly became needy for him, which had really thrown the sincere young pastor for a loop.

Normally, seeing the uptick in church attendance was a welcome sight, but Will was no fool. Aldwinter didn;t have a large population, but it surely seemed like the spinsters and young maidens of the town doubled in number overnight. They lingered after service, waiting at strategic points in the reception line, each so as not to be overshadowed by her predecessor. Each had a different tactic to gain the man's attention, and most failed.

The only one who was able to keep his eye for more than a moment had been Stella, who was far and away the most quiet and virtuous of the girls in Aldwinter. Fair-haired and gentle, she moved with natural grace and humility, and of course, the whisperings among the congregation were that of all the ladies, Stella would make the most appropriate bride for a man of God.

She exuded patience, virtue, purity, a love for children and God, and a servant’s heart.

So Will decided that pretty Stella, lovely and true, indeed would be the perfect little wife for him. Not only would a courtship finally quell the unwanted advances of the town’s more boisterous virgins, but perhaps it was time for Will to adhere to God’s commandment to be fruitful and multiply. So, Will asked Stella’s father for permission to formally court her with the intent of marriage by the following summer.

The artifice of such an arranged courtship was not lost on Ransome, however, and as winter melted into spring, he somehow both became more and less convinced that marrying at this time was the right idea.

Perhaps he was merely using Stella, who certainly deserved better? He was very fond of her in earnest, and he did find her beautiful both inside and out. He knew she would make him a happy husband, and that he would devote his life to her own comfort. After all, that was what God commanded husbands and wives to do.

Stella kept assuring him how happy she was, how thrilled she was to be starting her married life with him, and how soon she wanted to begin having children (although Will found himself often reminding her that it was up to the Lord to decide on the timing of their future children).

So many doubts flooded his mind. He was constantly about either the church or town, if not making wedding plans, visiting the villagers and tending to their spiritual needs, so this rare moment to sweep the porch of his sanctuary was welcome. He could speak to God in his mind and ask for the advice he so desperately needed.

This bright, unseasonably-warm April morning had a different feeling to it. Something uncertain was hanging in the air about the reverend, making the hair on his neck stand.

“Something is coming…” he found himself muttering, though he rarely spoke to himself outside of prayer.

As if on a cue, a young girl of about ten came rushing over the hill on which the same church house sat, yelling for the pastor. “VICAR! COME QUICK!”

“Child, what is it? Is someone hurt?” he asked with sudden concern.

“Some vagabond got caught stealing from Mr. Miller! No one seems to know who she is, but he beat her to the ground and now he’s calling for stocks!”

“Stocks?” Will almost chuckled in spite of the seriousness of the moment. What a medieval punishment! Do stocks even exist?

Will followed the girl down the hill and into the village, where the burly, bald old butcher was standing over a figure as of yet unclear to him as he approached the scene.

You had no idea what was going on, only that you;d made the attempt to slip your hand into the bulging pocket of the old butcher, only for some brat to alert him to your presence. The man may have had forty years on you, but he could still pack a wallop, especially seeing as you were still weak from the influenza that had nearly taken you over the winter, and that you were still very hungry.

He kicked you repeatedly in the ribs until you fell over, calling for stocks or a gallows as he continued to assault you.

Vaguely, you could hear some women protesting, claiming that you were only a starving girl (which was, of course, truth). Mr. Miller, however, did not stop, at least until another man’s voice joined the assembly.

It was deep, but gentler than the others. “How dare you raise a hand to a woman?” it began.

Mr. Miller’s voice lost some of its’ rage. “Reverend Ransome,” he said quietly.

“Aren’t you ashamed?” the deep, gentle voice continued. You had your head in the dirt, and intended to keep it that way for your protection. “The Lord teaches us to forgive those who trespass against us.”

“Everything I am worth is in this purse, and she nearly nicked it off me!” protested the gruff butcher.

“Then perhaps you shouldn’t carry your life savings on your person,” the other man suggested. “Or, perhaps you should mind the teaching of Our Father and offer the girl some help instead?”

You finally spoke up. “I can leave,” you said softy. “I’m wandering, looking for work. I just recovered from influenza, and I lost my factory job and had to do…do some horrid things to get by…but I was chased out of town--”

“--bloody hell, what a surprise!--” swore Mr. Miller.

“--and I have been eating grasses on the roadside to subsist, hoping there’s work in the north,” you explained.

After a moment of silence, the gentle voice remarked, “It’s newly spring, there is very little grass.”

“Exactly,” you said pathetically.

You were conscious of the gentle man kneeling down beside you. He slipped a finger under your chin, bringing your face into view, forcing you to look the town reverend in the eye for the first time.

Instantly, you knew that here before you was not a man who would do you harm. His eyes were gentle, blue, full of sympathy for you. You couldn;t help but be instantly revived by his touch. For being a chaste man of god, his face could turn a lady to sin, the rugged handsomeness of his visage nearly hypnotizing you.

Your lower lip trembled in hesitation. It was this little twitch that seemed to perk his interest even more, as if expressing a small degree of modesty was something that went a long way in the parson’s mind.

“Poor woman, please don't be afraid,” he said in the softest, most inviting voice.

“What are we going to do with her?” asked Mr. Miller angrily.

“My name is Will,” he said, ignoring the butcher in order to introduce himself. “I am the vicar here in Aldwinter.”

“I…I’m Y/N,” you replied.

Will smiled. “A beautiful name. It suits you. But your accent is Welsh…Cardiff?”

You smiled and nodded meekly. “You really are a far way from home, little wanderer,” he said, observing you a bit more closely. You could feel his eyes strip you down to your core, both in a curious way…and one that may have had a more lustful foundation, even if he himself was not aware of it.

“Well?” repeated Mr. Miller.

Will looked up at the angry man with a scowl. “Patience. I think our solution here is an obvious one.”

You looked at the reverend and decided to trust him. It was better than letting this crude butcher have his way with you.

“I have fallen behind in maintaining the church after the harsh season,” he admitted. “It needs a bit of cleaning.”

“Your wife will see to that once you marry,” chimed some woman from the crowd.

The good Reverend is engaged, you thought sadly. As if a sinner like me ever had the chance…

Will involuntarily scoffed. “Which won’t be for another few months,” he added. “Until then, perhaps Miss Y/N could fulfill the task?”

You nodded quickly and enthusiastically. “Of course,” he continued, looking you in the eye again, this time with just a hint of fatherly sternness, “you must promise not to steal again, from anyone.”

“Yes,” you whispered quietly. “I swear to God I won’t.”

The vicar cringed at your use of God’s name, and you immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Will only smiled after recovering from the brief wince. “I believe you.”

Will Ransome loved God more than anyone, which was the way it should have been. He knew in his heart that would never change.

But in the weeks that followed your clandestine meeting, as gravity drew you closer and closer to the vicar, he found himself falling prey to the wandering eye of so many lustful men that he’d been warned to avoid throughout his life.

But perhaps this was…natural?

After all, you were equally beautiful to Stella, albeit with different coloring and a somewhat rougher edge. You had a bit of a firmer stance, a more assertive manner to you that set you apart from her. You weren’t afraid to question the reverend’s ideas as he began to offer them to you in exchange for advice on how to convey them in a sermon. He quickly became attractive to your differing perspectives.

Of course, he was deterred by the fact that you seemed, at best, indifferent to God. However, the challenge ultimately proved to only solidify the chemistry you had with the man. Will was a man of God for more than just duty’s sake. He loved a deep discussion on theology, something to spark his wit as well as his faith. You provided the perfect outlet for him to unleash all of his thoughts, as if you were a walking diary.

In turn, you looked very, very lovely when you swept the aisle floor, or polished the brass chalice on the altar, as you found yourself doing presently, on the last day of spring, just before sunset. You knew Will would be around, as tomorrow was Sunday, and Midsummer.

And his wedding day.

You couldn’t help but want his eye to fall on you tonight, and he was a difficult man to read in terms of his more private feelings. He often neglected to mention Stella, even though you’d met the woman several times, and reluctantly admitted to yourself that she was kind, and deserved to be happy.

You knew he could never love you. You would be a terrible vicar’s bride. You weren’t even a virgin.

But for just one kiss…

You felt your mind drift off into fantasy, where in the chalice you held, Will’s reflection appeared, swiftly moving in behind you, his head slowly falling to your ear, his docile baritone whispering: “Lord in heaven, forgive me…”

“Will?” you replied in an equally-soft tone, the feeling of lithe fingers delicately wandering over your collarbone, tracing it back to your neck, brushing your long hair back almost real.

“Y/N, I don't know what’s come over me, but I’m afraid I’m beginning to love you.”

“As am I,” you felt tears come to your eyes. “Neither of us should accept how we’ve begun to feel.”

“I am despicable,” he bemoaned. “But you are an angel, and such beauty is only God’s work…who am I to refuse his gift?”

His hand moved down to your breast, firmly settling over it as he pulled your back against his chest, his sighs moving hot air across your neck as you leaned back. You didn’t expect Will to bare his teeth and gingerly run them over the soft flesh in the curve of your shoulder, sending bolts of lighting down your legs.

We are in his church…you’re leading him astray…

No, don’t tell him to stop…

You felt Will pull away and grab your shoulders, firmly-but-gently turning you to face him. It was in that moment that you realized that you weren’t in a day dream. That Reverend Will Ransome, with the tender blue eyes that called your soul back to God, was standing before you, expressing sincere physical affection for you even as he wore his priestly habit.

“I…I’ve wanted this since the day you saved me,” you said quietly as Will caressed your face, looking deeply into your face as if God himself resided in you. In his arms, you felt as if he did. “Every day, you came in to check on me…”

“...I longed for those moments every day,” he confessed, holding you tightly to him and tenderly rocking you back and forth. He smelled faintly of woodsmoke and pine. You wanted to drown in his scent. “I knew that for God, for Stella…I couldn’t…”

“I never meant for this to happen,” you mumbled. “Nor do I wish your bride any ill will…”

“It isn’t your fault,” he answered, tears beginning to fall down the side of his reddening face. “Don’t allow yourself to think so.”

You were quiet for a moment, simply letting the feeling of being with Will Ransome turn the world underneath you.

“I’ll call it off,” he said, his voice wobbling slightly in spite of the conviction of his words. “Tell Stella that the Lord has called me to celibacy and meditation for a year, then afterward, we’ll marry, and--”

You put a soft finger over his lips, instantly quieting his plans. “No, Will.” The words cut you to say, but in your heart, you knew they needed to be said. “That would be wrong.”

He nodded after a pensive sigh. “Yes, you’re quite right.”

“And you didn’t believe for a moment that your silly rambling would amount to anything,” you added. “We both know where we are supposed to be, and--”

“--it isn’t here,” Will finished your thought for you.

Nodding silently, you turned away. You could feel his hands reaching your shoulders, rubbing them, causing you to release an involuntary sigh of pleasure.

You wanted the vicar in the worst ways, and it made you feel like a devil to acknowledge your desire to bed a man of the cloth, even one who didn’t have celibacy vows. Will Ransome was still an engaged man, with not one virtuous reason to cancel the arrangement. You were hardly worth the rumors that would start, let alone the trouble it would take to insult Stella and undo any progress that Will had made with the townsfolk in regards to his reputation.

After all, Stella was the town darling since her birth eighteen years ago. There was no doubt the conservative villagers of Aldwinter would instantly take her side against the scrappy young vicar who stole her heart, only to regurgitate it six months later for the sudden love of a gutter rat.

“But I cannot do this to you,” he mused. “Marry Stella while you watch from the back pew. I cannot make you dance at my wedding to another, not one of God’s own angels.”

You almost had to laugh. What farce of a religion somehow declared you an angel where Perfect Stella wasn’t?

“Don’t think on me,” you said, breaking away from Will again. “But…the brass is polished,” you added, changing the subject.

He ignored your attempt to soften the moment, and instead cut you off again, quickly laying his lips against yours, drawing the resistance out of you with his kiss. You nearly fell to the floor in a heap of need. This couldn’t go on. It would only make the inevitable parting worse.

But you never gave in to your reasoning. Not as Will too, allowed himself to surrender to the heat suspended about you in the humid summer night air. You allowed sin to consume both of you, though you were positive that you both would come to regret doing so.

No, you promised yourself, letting Will litter kisses up and down your flesh as he began undressing you behind the altar. I will have no regrets.

Having regrets was a foreign feeling to you anyways. You were, after all, still a thief.

My Dear Will,

As these will be the last words I ever say to you, I will make them brief and as painless for us as possible.

We were never meant to happen. Sometimes accidents occur, but for what it’s worth, it was the best mistake I will ever commit. I came to Aldwinter to steal some food and money. I never expected to steal the heart of the best man in England.

You were right. I couldn’t bear to watch. Instead, I’ll lock the memories of my night in your arms away, until we can reunite to share them again in heaven.

Send my love to your bride, Y/N

Will bit his lip, maintaining his composure as he read your handwritten note twice more.

“It’s time, Reverend.”

Startled by the sudden call from the usher in the doorway, Will accidentally threw the note into the blazing fireplace before him. “Thank you,” he mumbled.

He took one last glance around the room before leaving the last morsel of evidence of your love affair behind him, stepping over the threshold to become a husband. He was unaware that you were only just now leaving Aldwinter, hiking over the crest of the north hill, never to return to his life.

I hope this satisfies, @holdmytesseract! I'll admit, I am much less familiar with Will Ransome than I am with Loki, so apologies if this was unbelievably atrocious.

Random Mutual Tags because I can't remember who will read outside of Loki stuff : @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @joyful-enchantress @simplyholl

#fanfic #essex serpent #will ransome #will ransome x reader #tom hiddleston character #sad ending #fluff #forbidden love #tom hiddleston #fanfiction tom hiddleston #the essex serpent

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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Fic Recs

Hello, I’m alive!

Before we get to the fics, I’d just like to apologise for being extremely lazy and not doing anything with my tumblr account for the past two weeks.

Fabulous authors have been out here producing impeccable content, so I am going to correct my issue and give you all the amazing fics that you may have missed out on :)

Loki Laufeyson

What About the Plans We Made? by @wheredafandomat

Captain’s Orders by @lokisgoodgirl

Thirty Seconds by @muddyorbsblr

My Best Friend by @vbecker10 part 1 linked

Not What it Looks Like by @wheredafandomat

Swipe by @theaudacitytowrite part 1 linked

What He Doesn’t Know by @michelleleewise

Practice Makes Perfect by @simplyholl masterlist linked

Bonded by @michelleleewise

Sing Me To Sleep by @holdmytesseract

Choices by @mochie85

Cum Fly with Me by @wheredafandomat

Captain’s Orders: New Depths by @lokisgoodgirl

Restraint by @coldnique

The Selection by @lady-rose-moon masterlist linked

You Are My Queen by @vbecker10

Claw and Order by @michelleleewise

Something Real by @ladylovesloki masterlist linked

Relinquish the Crown: Obsessions & Fantasies by @muddyorbsblr

Hot & Bothered by @lokisgoodgirl

Hail, Commander by @lokisgoodgirl

The Chambermaid by @wheredafandomat

Little Joys by @lovelysizzlingbluebird

Small Talks by @lovelysizzlingbluebird

Big Misunderstandings by @lovelysizzlingbluebird

Her Romeo by @michelleleewise part 1 linked

Drugs of Love, Love of Drugs by @pics-and-fanfics masterlist linked

Hot & Bothered: Snack Shack by @lokisgoodgirl

Asgard, Land of... Aphrodisiacs? by @thomase1

I Need You Tonight by @wheredafandomat

A Helping Hand by @peachyjinx

Summoned by @muddyorbsblr part 1 linked

Magnus Martinsson

Hypotheticals & Distractions by @muddyorbsblr

Maintain Our Cover by @muddyorbsblr

Jonathan Pine

Paris by @muddyorbsblr

Duty of Care by @muddyorbsblr

James Conrad

Keep Me Safe by @muddyorbsblr

Will Ransome

Measurements by @muddyorbsblr

Confess Your Sins by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Tom Hiddleston

Birthday Boy by @simping-for-marvel

Doctor Stephen Strange

Only You by @make-me-imagine

Attention by @futureplayboibunnie

Sherlock Holmes

A Queen for a Mindpalace by @strangelockd

Stolen Love by @ncis-cm-hp-sherlock-imagines

Sleepless Nights by @strrvnge

Bucky Barnes

In A Year’s Time by @mysecretlittlelibrary

Betting by @traitorjoelite

To Let You Win by @delaber

Blooming Rage by @tee-swizzle

Cupcake by @demonsandmischief

Daddy’s Home by @starshipsofstarlord

Baby Fever by @suitk0via

Six Days by @tmpestuous

One Step at a Time by @tmpestuous

Nothing Breaks like a Heart by @buckybabesonly

Protector by @buckybabesonly

My Girl by @girl-next-door-writes

Dumb Dumb by @nicestgirlonline

For You Always by @jobean12-blog

Make Me Forget by @povlvr

Flirting and Football by @lovelybarnes

Dog Tags by @lovelybarnes

It Was Supposed to be a Confession Potion! by @buckylattes

False God by @notafunkiller

Metal Arms and Short Skirts by @buckyarchives part 1 linked

Keep Me Alive by @freyjhasdesiredreality

You’re a Masterpiece by @wndalovebot

You Had One Job by @buckyalpine

Secret Girlfriend by @jenwritesstories

Right a Wrong by @starks-hero part 1 linked

Where Dreams Go to Die by @insomniumstella masterlist linked

It’s Just a Kiss by @witchywithwhiskey

Wordpeddler by @heli0s-writes

Unconventional Methods by @marvelouslizzie part 1 linked

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ladycamillewrites · 1 year

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❍ Will Ransome x f!reader

❍ written for @muddyorbs 14 days of Valentines event

warnings 18+ eventual smut, memory loss - retrograde amnesia, soft foreplay

A strange feeling swirled like a thunderstorm in your brain as you tried to open those heavy lids.

Groaning from the rays of sunshine invading your sensitive eyes, they fluttered open, numerous outlines slowly becoming recognizable.

You didn’t know where you were at first but the nightstand on your left was weirdly familiar, a glass of water waiting on top of the wooden surface. Still overwhelmed by the headache and several hurting limbs you reached out to the glass, took a few sips and placed it back.

Then, for the first time since you woke, you turned to your right.

“Darling! You are awake“ a foreign man said gleefully, a broad smile spreading on his handsome face as his arms quickly extended in your direction.

Why on earth was there a stranger, no two strangers in your bedroom?

Squeaking and prepping yourself on flattened palms, you scooted away from the man whose oceanic gaze dramatically dropped the second you reacted. With the few skittish glances you took, it was unmistakable that the other man on the right was a doctor.

Where you seriously ill?

“Don’t touch me“ it blurted out of you, hands fumbling with the eiderdown to cover your cleavage on full display by a loose nightgown.

The man flinched, however, the reached out hand froze where he held it like a still standing offer. God, who was this pervert thinking he could just come with along with the doctor and call you pet names.

Or perhaps he was a doctor as well?

Somehow, it felt like a fever dream, your thoughts still skittish and intangible while a wondrously handsome man wordlessly begged for your touch.

“Are you still hurt? Dove, please talk to me“ his soothing baritone rung in your ear for the first time, sounding like it could’ve been god himself calling you up to him. Where you to die?

Shaking your head, loose hair flying along, you tried to grip a reasonable reflection on the whole scenario that was all too weird.

Where were you manners, you asked yourself trying to concentrate on reality rather than the puffy irritation in your brain. There must be a simple explanation for those two gentleman to look after you.

Why-ever the handsome brown haired with the ethereal speck of ginger in those loose waves was calling you darling, though, remained a pressing riddle.

“I- apologies doctor. I am just moderately unwell“ you spoke, volume kept low to not overstrain your palpably strained mind. Somehow you just assumed the fine man in his puffy white shirt and the brown vest to be a practitioner as well.

Watching his face twitch and eyebrows slant in what seemed like a last ray of hope, he leaned closer to you, the magical ban of those steel blue orbs keeping you in place. “Y/n Ransome… I beg you. Do not play games on me after yesterday’s accident“.

“Y/n Ransome“ you murmured to yourself, concentrating on the sound of your first name with this certain last. It didn’t fit. It didn’t seem right, no, this wasn’t your correct full name.

The second man sitting farther in the corner just watched you through narrowed eyes, rubbing his chin as if he was analyzing you. Repeating your silent murmur in a deep whisper, the fine man who had called you darling became utterly confused, lips screwing shut.

Perhaps they landed in the wrong room of your parent’s huge farm house. It had -how many rooms were there again, you wondered, brows furrowing in deep confusion.

“You must be mistaken. My name is not Ransome“ you said gaze directed at the two man again.

The one close to you snorted, shooting up from the chair, looking like he was about to get in bed with you. Panicking you pulled the duvet even closer, pivoting to the left.

Away from the man you would have laid with if met differently.

“Will“ the black haired man in the back began, his tone gaining urgency as he continued to talk “Please let me. Just a moment“.

It sounded like a question though.

Will, as you now knew, nodded in defeat, eyes as blue as the north sea water on a sunny day. You could get lost in him. Who was this fine stranger your heart yearned to know?

Boldness from god knows where let you investigate every inch of his face. It was almost rude staring but you couldn't help it.

Oh, there was something about him, something magical and so deeply soothing that it almost excused his intrusive behavior. Perhaps he looked familiar after all? A new inhabitant of Aldwinter?

No…

“Yn?” The second man called out for your attention, your eyes quickly distracted and jumping from Will to the doctor.

“If you’re last name name is not Ransome, what is it then?”

You couldn’t help yourself but giggle at his stupid question. A thing you could ask a preschooler. But your brows twitched for a short moment when you heard the blonde man next to you chuckle lightly.

Was this fun to him? Or was he just happy that whatever accident had allegedly befallen you hadn’t left any serious injury?

Pulling your gaze back to the black haired man, you didn’t spend a single thought on his question. It was ridiculous.

“What kind of medical examination is that?” You started quipping “Of course I know my last name, it’s…”

And then your face dropped, exited hands freezing and sinking back down onto the duvet. His question was simple however, you couldn’t answer.

Slowly your completely derailed expression met Will’s who seemed just as shocked as you, palms pressed against his temples, fingers flowing in line with the creases on his forehead. Those wonderful blue eyes were widened however, the hue of hope was nearly dried out.

“I’m- I’m supposed to know this“ you whispered, rocking back and forth like a disturbed child.

The doctor came closer, one hand resting supportingly on Will’s shoulder before he spoke “I'm afraid my worst misgiving has come true. The accident has caused retrograde amnesia but I don’t yet know how long it will last“.

“Wha- What d you mean how long it will last?“

Two painful weeks of learning things that once had been a matter of course and getting disappointed in your damaged memory were behind you when you made you way to the office room in your spacious house.

To see your husband Will Ransome.

It still sounded like a made up fairytale a drunken fellow began to tell with his tenth mug of beer pivoting in his perilous grip.

The vicar was a dreamy man; calm, collated and blissfully charming. Not to forget the fine way he looked with his white puffy shirts, sleeves rolled up and first top buttons undone. And those eyes…

To your heart it was no wonder your previous you had married him.

However, things always got more complicated when the complexity of a human brain got involved. As it was with you.

People were giving you weird, somehow pitying looks, some even constantly visited you do see whether you would remember names and things now, after the accident. It was surely well, mostly good will thriving in the people of Aldwinter but you desperately needed to be seen as normal again.

Although you still were far from reaching your old, normal state of mind, it didn’t hinder you from craving a bit of the normality an unlucky fate had stolen from you.

And this prior reality, this life you had built up also meant a healthy relationship to your husband.

And there you were wearing a flimsy, silky nightgown with no underwear, fresh out of the bathtub with hair smelling like flowering roses. On your way to seduce your husband. You wanted him to show you what got destroyed, to override your empty memories with something unforgettable.

Candle light was casting sinful shadows on Will’s sharp features as you spotted him sitting on his desk and probably musing for what to talk about in his upcoming Easter Sermon. The beard lit up in a gingerly tone, almost mingling with the flames while his dark blonde hair fell in fluffy waves leading down to one of his notorious white shirts.

Naturally, it hung open and displayed his chiseled chest with a sluttish undertone.

God, you had difficulties restraining yourself around him for the last two weeks. It was a costant fight of mind against heart and body who had traitorously teamed up to pour oil in your newly aflame fire of lust.

Tonight it shall happen you told yourself, feeling that you were ready to enter this reality again.

Sighing, Will propped his chin on his thumbs, palms pressed together in front of his nose. A desperate pose yet he looked like carved marble.

You crept up on him like a silent Jaguar on a mission, slowly hoisting your hands to let them rest on his shoulders.

The vicar flinched from the sudden, unexpected touch until your breathy “shhh“ soothed his strained nerves.

Beginning to apply pressure on the strings of muscle lying underneath white fabric, you could feel him relax again, the low hum escaping his mouth surrounded you like a hord of butterflies fleeing straight in your belly.

It tickled whenever you heard him speak.

“My darling… what you doing down here this late?“ Your husband asked, his reflection in the mirror orange from licking flames, eyes softly shut and mouth curled in a silent smile. Visibly at peace.

A peace that was only to find in a halcyon normalcy; a state you wanted to fully dive in again.

You couldn’t help but blush at the true nature of your late visit, a few seconds of pregnant silence forcing you to say something. “I- well, I simply wanted to look after my husband who is working so hard to please his people“.

Half the truth half secrecy was the path you chose.

It was far too early to simply sneak up on him whispering that you craved his body close to yours, your limbs entangled with his and his cock deep…

“I’m doing fine, y/n. Really. This speech just won’t write itself“ Will’s deep chuckle interrupted your unholy cascade of lust making you focus on the massage again.

Hell, you were nervous. Just as nervous as in the many mornings a dream about your husband got you occupied during breakfast, watching Will greedily licking honey from his dexterous digits.

Your eyes darted back up to meet his reflection, the delighted oceanic gaze melting within yours when he returned the glance. They were full of love and warmth, just like his whole demeanor as you had learned again.

Those emotions consumed you, no, it had swallowed you whole since you knew who he was.

Eventually his eyes let you make a decision in an instant. Almost instinctively when you drank him in.

Dragging your hands up towards the defined apex of his neck, you lowered your head letting it rest right next to Will’s while fingers drew small circles around his Adam’s apple. Muscle and veins popped out when he raked his head, moulding into your touch like you had never experienced before.

Well, technically you did but seeing it now, watching him give in to you and shatter his guard for you to explore his soul was utterly touching. Almost made you cry if there wasn’t the growing arousal pooling in your panties…

“Perhaps a creative pause will do” you cooed right in his ear, eyes catching the soft hair on his skin shooting up like loyal soldiers. Loyal to your touch, your voice.

Those velvety lips you had started kissing again a week ago were slowly curled up in a cunning smirk, the ginger hue of his beard glowing redder than ever.

Feeling him rocking back in the chair, spinning it slowly on one foot you soon found yourself facing him, your husband. It was magical, feeling like a steel blue jinx you would never want to escape.

Humming in gentle approval Will’s lips met yours when you straddles his lap. Feeling his mouth twitch at your sudden boldness you couldn’t suppress a giggle as sweet as honey.

“My beautiful wife, I told you it can wait” the vicar murmured in between loving kisses, his slick tongue invading your mouth, toying with your tongue in a feverish manner.

You snaked your arms around his neck shifting on his lap what drew a coarse moan from your husband’s starved lips. A sinful sound yet so heavenly to hear.

“Will, please... I- I want things to be normal again” you whispered, the plea skittishly peeking out of your low voice.

He knew. You had been fighting for status quo since the day you woke up, working hard and thriving.

But this, this very special request was taking him by surprise.

“Darling, I love you so. But are you sure you're ready to take such a big step?” his soothing baritone rung close to your ear, interrupted by a sharp hiss as you dragged your crotch across his hardening cock. “G-God you temptress. Are you s-sure?”.

“I’ve dreamt of you, Will” you breathed, hips becoming more and more demanding, searching the friction of grinding against his rock hard member.

It felt like salvation even though completely unfamiliar to your wounded mind. A healing balm perhaps.

A quiet squeak left your sealed lips when two strong hands dug in the flesh of your hips, keeping you pressed onto his clothed cock. “I want you to swear that you feel ready, dove. I would never push you to sleep with me”

For a second your breath ran cold, a sugary pill of anxiety swallowed. You had done it before only unbeknownst to your damaged mind.

Of course the blonde man saw your brows slant.

“You are my wife and I have sworn before god to protect and revere you” he began, raising a gentle hand to lovingly tug a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips leaving a sizzling sensation.

Well, you wanted him. There was no waiting.

“Tell me about that dream, sweet woman” Will coaxed more to bubble out of your heating body, your naked feet wrapped around his calves and torso held tight by the vicars strong arms.

Home, as you recognized it.

“At night, w-when I sleep-” you started, voice trembling like a lamb exposed to the wolf and cheeks blushing cherry red. Get a grip, you told yourself, he was your husband for god's sake.

“What exactly are you dreaming of my little angel?”

He was impatient. A lusty vicar waiting for you to finish your lewd prayers.

“Of you... a-and me. How you make love to me in our bedroom and moan my name. How you feel between my thighs and- and deep inside“.

“I see“ Will chuckled, leaning forward to take over your play of seduction. The deep shouldering echo of his voice felt close as his perfect teeth ghosted across your pulse point, lips embracing your soft skin.

The friction became as hot as the fire blazing wildly in your fireplace, a thin layer of sweat making your skin glow.

Humming against your neck, taking in your scent Will's mind replayed the thousands of nights he had been intimate with you. For you it would be like a first so the vicar had to be careful, had to restrain his deepest desires.

“Promise, dove. Promise me that you tell me if something doesn't feel good“.

“I swear“ you panted, hair sliding down your shoulders when you cocked your head and bounced on his bucking hips.

A feeling you had forgotten you craved so bad. A feeling far beyond your most erotic dreams.

“Good girl“ Will's breath felt like a flame licking at your body, igniting and nourishing the fire of lust simmering inside your body.

Then, suddenly, he stood up, hoisting you on your wobbly knees before hasty hands began to shuffle your nightgown. Nodding with a meek smile, the blonde man accepted your consent eventually coaxed the silk off.

You stood naked before him; your fully clothed husband.

“You're heaven sent, y/n. Nothing but god's most beautiful angel“.

The words of praise dripped from his mouth like a heady cocktail of love, admiration and awe. A mixture you would never of no matter how hard it might have been to fight your way back.

One of his big hand was wrapped around the back of your throat, the other caressing and twisting your nipples just right.

A deep sigh ascended your mouth, muscles beginning to relax while the lusty heat crept up on your every cell.

“I will be gentle, dove“ the vicar purred against your cleavage, his body weight pushing you backwards until you sunk down, laying on a fluffy lambskin rug.

Closer to the fire burning right next to you, closer to being burnt by your own fire. A fortuitous metaphor.

“I trust you“ you whimpered when Will's strong hips weaved in between your legs, the soft fabric of his pants brushing your sensitive nud. Gasping, the whirlwind of desire was about to swallow you while your husband purred the sweetest of praises with his right hand traveling down your exposed body.

“I will make you feel so good... Let me worship my dazzling wife just how she deserves“.

And your legs dropped further open without a grain of reluctance. At the newfound access you felt his fingertips caress your slick folds. “Will-“ you didn't even knew what it was you wanted but all your mind knew was him.

Your handsome husband smiling down at you with desire in his oceanic orbs, flames still casting moving shadows on his sharp features and the orange light giving him an ethereal halo.

He was a god himself.

It was perfect. The rosy, harmonic normalcy you craved was wrapping you in a blissful haze far beyond your best imagination.

“Dove?“ the question was low, carefully placed with his fingers resting and circling around your entrance. Your eyes darted up to meet his, the deep blue hues drowning every last speck of insecurity.

“Hm?“ you hummed against his lips, relishing in the feeling of his weight gently pressing against you as he sunk down to kiss you. “Be honest with me b-but... would it be too much to ask if I claimed you right here?“.

Sizzling shivers ran down your spine at his request. But there was no fear nor anxiety like it had been for the past time. Just him and the gleeful renaissance of a familiar passion.

“Make love to me, Will“ you finally breathed in his ear, hands fumbling with a strand of his hair to keep him close, near the exited heart hammering in your rising chest.

Where his soul lied.

It was never lost, you now realized. Maybe you were denied access but the spark, no matter how small it might have been after the accident, was the eternal one, burning with a matter of course you would never fathom.

“As you wish, milady“ your husband smirked, propping himself on one elbow, velvet lips never leaving your face.

“I- I missed this... you“.

But instead of a real answer you heard his belt unbuckle with a promising clink, the hot tip of his cock soon brushing through your folds.

Your breath got caught on your throat, eyes widened and glued on his reassuring smile that brought you to relax again in a ridiculous instant.

“I know this might be all knew to you again, dove“ he began panting in your ear, voice descending in deeper, purely masculine octaves “But you will soon be howling my name again“.

And with that vow of pleasure he lined himself up, your fingers clasping in the white shirt when your husband slowly inched inside of you. His filthy mouth only added to the overwhelming feeling of being filled, stretched out so good by the man you learned to love. Once again.

“W-Will, ohh godd“.

“Shhh... I know, love, I know“ the vicar soothed your agitated mind, eyebrows slanting in pleasure he had missed for so long. A blissful pleasure only you were able to grant him.

When he bottomed out, a strangled moan of his name drowned the cracking fire, echoing through the whole room, each wall perfectly reflecting the cry of ecstasy. Only to harmonize like a poem with his own groans and unholy cusses.

He felt like heaven, like the ultimate salvation he always preached about.

“Good girl“ Will rasped, hosting himself on his palms, ready to fuck you like he knew your body would remember. “I- I will nghh fuck make up for the time we've lost, darling. I don't care if I miss tomorrow's morning mass“.

And of course he did miss the mess, spending the whole night and morning entangled with his wife, gifting her a hundred precious memories life had taken.

thank you for reading my boos :) I hope I did the 14 days event justice with this little piece. Since the event is about 'firsts' -> this is my very first Will Ransome fic 💜

tags / fyi: @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtigger @mochie85 @coldnique @springdandelixn @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @toozmanykids @simplyholl @michelleleewise @sarahscribbles @peaches1958 @joyful-enchantress @thomase1 @vbecker10 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @huntress-artemiss @lunarnights95 @ladymischief11 @smolvenger

#will ransome x reader #will ransome smut #will ransome fic #essex serpent fanfic #will ransome #will ransome x f!reader #smut #ransome x yn #fanfic writing #14 days of valentines

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lokidbadguy · 1 year

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THE CLOSE UP, I CAN'T

yes, I am will ransome's whore.

#will ransome #the essex serpent #will ransome fic #will ransome x reader #will ransome x you #lusty vicar #hot priest #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston edit #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #lokisaidkneel #lokidbadguy #loki x you #loki x reader

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sserpente · 2 years

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A/N: Request from @ppartridgee. Naughty, spooky, fluffy. Well, I know I’m perfectly content now! :D

Words: 2616 Warnings: smut, fluff

Additional NSFW warnings: Daddy kink (well, that’s certainly a first on this blog!)

Thud. You scrambled to your feet when the door fell shut, shutting the book in your hands and frantically shoving it under your pillow. William Ransome had no business finding out what you were reading. You had bought the novel on your trip to London and Lord, was it sinful… about a young woman who fell in love with the priest of her town after he had convinced her that the only way to repent for her sins was to pleasure him… You bit your lower lip. Yes. William Ransome definitely had no business finding out about any of that.

“Don’t you think…” he began instead of a greeting, “…that you are exaggerating a little bit with all of your Halloween decoration?” You grinned when he stepped into your field of vision and crossed your arms before your chest, holding back a cough. You’d been feeling quite horrible and worn out all morning, like an invisible force was pulling at your limbs. You already suspected that you were getting sick but as long as you still had chores to do, you were unwilling to give in to it.

“No. Why?” The entire house was full of pumpkins. Some you had drawn funny faces on, others now made scary grimaces. Nearer the spookiest day of the year, you would carve some of them too and stuff them with a candle so they’d illuminate the darkness after dusk.

The vicar smiled and shook his head.

“I made some pumpkin soup, you want some?”

“Oh? Pumpkin soup? Good god, where did you get the pumpkins for it?” He asked jokingly as he sat down at the table.

Chuckling, you staggered over to your small kitchen area to heat up the pot. Will regularly came here ever since his wife died. There was a sad loneliness about the vicar that deeply touched you and somehow… you had found friendship in one another. Well… Will had found friendship in you. You had found a man you didn’t dare confess your love to.

You had not spoken about Stella in a while but you were unsure whether Will was still grieving, for if he was… you would never want to put him in a position where he’d have to choose between your friendship or… you sighed. Whatever the second option was.

“The kids and teens in town will go crazy again…” He sighed, burying his face in his hands. “I just hope they’ll live the church alone.”

“Oh, I’m sure they will. Last year was an exception and those responsible moved away. It’ll be fine. I’m looking forward to handing out some sweets, in any case.”

“They’ll be running your door in. You are the only one who puts effort into Halloween. I just wish you would…” Will looked up with an apologetic expression on his face. “I just wish you would… tone it down just a little bit. I couldn’t bear the villagers starting to call you a witch and ask me to cast you out or perform an exorcism on you.”

Heat pooled in your core, making you gasp quietly. Instantly, you were reminded of that one scene in the book where the priest had tied the protagonist to the altar as naked as Eve and then proceeded to lick every single inch of her body until he’d reached her wet folds, a teasing flick to her most sensitive part… You cleared your throat, finishing up Will’s meal.

“It’s just a holiday, I’m allowed to be excited about it. Besides, aren’t the Jack’O’Lanterns supposed to scare away evil spirits? They should thank me I’m doing your job!” You chuckled and set the soup on the table before him. Will dug in immediately.

“That’s not exactly how it works, darling.” Darling. He always had you weak in the knees when he called you that. Not that he knew.

You closed your eyes for a moment. The headache that’d been tormenting you since this morning kept getting worse, and no amount of fluids you drank helped. You winced after you’d finished cleaning up and Will had finished his soup.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, concern radiating over to you.

“Yeah… just a headache. I’m probably coming down with the flu or something.” The vicar frowned, rising from his seat to walk over to you. You gasped quietly when he brought his palm to your forehead.

“You are burning up, darling. You should be in bed. Come on… I will get the doctor.”

“I’ll be fine, Will. I’ve had this a dozen times before. A bit of rest and I’ll be…” You got interrupted by a coughing fit so bad your stomach hurt by the time you were done.

“Bed. Right now,” was all he said. Your lower regions clenched. That… fuck. That was by far the most dominant thing he had ever… you swallowed thickly. He never once took his eyes off you until you were back in bed, allowing him to tuck you in and sit on the edge of the mattress.

“I can brew you some tea in your kitchen if that is alright with you.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“And after that,” he said when he rose again, “I expect you to stay in bed until you recovered. No more decorating with pumpkins, okay?” He was so sweet. And loving, and kind, and caring and hot and handsome and…

“Okay, Daddy.” Your eyes widened. Fuck. You had said that out loud. Will stopped dead in his tracks and gave you a hesitant look.

“What… did you just call me?”

Biting your lower lip, you avoided his blue gaze, looking around your bedroom in an attempt to find the perfect excuse for what had just happened… but you couldn’t. Daddy was what the main protagonist in your book had started calling the honourable Father. Pure filth had followed the statement in the book… but Will wasn’t exactly fictional. Quite on the contrary. He was very, very real.

Panicking, you opened your mouth without a single sound escaping it, shuffling back a little on the bed and managing, on top of your embarrassment, to knock the book hidden under your pillow on the wooden floor.

Will frowned, giving you a questioning look before his blue eyes landed on the title. His lips parted as he picked it up. You watched, frozen in place when he flipped it over and skimmed the blurb. And then, his eyes locked with yours again.

“I can explain…” You started. But could you? The only explanation here was that your feelings for the town’s vicar went way beyond friendship and that you desired him like a dragon desired treasure. Will was your treasure. And up until now, you had been perfectly content with having him in your life as a friend, even if your heart… and your body… longed for more.

“It’s just a novel.”

“A novel about a young woman and her… vicar. And you calling me ‘Daddy’ surely was no accident, was it?” He looked at you, not in a reproachful way, but as if he wanted to, no, needed to figure you out. Your thoughts, your feelings. As if he suspected… The way he said “Daddy” made you shiver with need, even more so when he said your name.

“If we go… there… you know things would never be like they were before then.”

“You… Will… Do you…”

“I… I do. I do reciprocate.”

Your lips parted, both excitement and shock filling your core at the same time. “Why… why did you never tell me?”

“Because…” He paused, looking up to the ceiling as if fetching the words from there. “Because I am your vicar. I am supposed to protect you and provide comfort, not lure you into a romantic relationship with me.”

“You needed company and comfort as much as I did, Will. You can’t possibly believe that God will provide you with that when you’re all alone in that church praying.” Another coughing fit. Damn that flu.

“I did not allow myself to go any further. I am supposed to be mourning my wife…”

“It’s been over a year, Will. She wouldn’t want you to waste away and…”

The vicar closed his eyes for a brief moment, finally setting your book aside. “If we do this…” He repeated. “I’m not sure I will be able to go back to being your friend, darling.”

“I… I know.” But you felt like you might die if you didn’t get to feel him. Taste him, smell him, let yourself be consumed by him. “I don’t want you to.”

Will’s gaze was so loving you feared you’d melt into a puddle, even more so when it darkened with a start and he said, “Then be good for me and sit on my lap.” Testing the waters. Seeing how far he could take it. Exploring and daring. This was as new for him as it was for you.

The corners of your mouth twitched when he sat down on the bed and you crawled over to him to obey. “Okay.”

“Okay…?”

You pressed your legs together. Fuck.

“Okay… Daddy.” You blushed, making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry…” you choked out. “I didn’t… the book… and it’s kind of hot given you’re…”

Will smiled. “No need to be ashamed. I like the idea… I simply didn’t think you’d have such a filthy mind, darling.”

You grinned despite your growing headache. “Is that a sin? I might need to be… punished if it is.”

Will took the hint and smiled. “Perhaps another time. For now, we need to nurse you back to health. Are you sure you don’t want to see the doctor?”

“No… it’s that time of the year, I’ll be fine. A sore throat, and a bit of a fever… I’ll just… stay in bed and rest. I don’t want to miss Halloween.”

“Very well then… I’m sure we’ll find a different way to make you feel better. You know…” he began, moving your skirts out of the way so the only piece of fabric still protecting you from his soft hands were your cotton knickers. Your heartbeat sped up, along with a familiar heat pooling right between your legs. “…last time I was in London, Dr. Garrett and I had a very interesting conversation about how the release of endorphins… is believed to reduce stress and pain. And do you know what causes a high release of endorphins at once?”

“N-no?” Your breath was shaky, and so was your entire body. You brought your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself all the while Will spread your legs even further. This was happening. This was truly happening.

“Orgasms, darling.” Your knickers were wet. Soaked.

“So let me take care of you…” Sucking in a deep breath through your teeth, you let him push the fabric aside and then leaned forward to press your lips against his. Oh… Quickly, you turned your head.

“Let me kiss you, darling.” He smiled, hiding his irritation.

“I don’t want to infect you.”

“Ah… but what we are about to do will not infect me?” As if to make a point, Will began to unbuckle his belt. Then, suddenly, he paused, looking you deep in the eye. “Are you certain you want this?”

“Y-yes. Are… are you?”

“More than anything, love. I just never thought you would feel the same way. I would never pressure you into…”

“You’re not!” A cough. “I promise you’re not. I want this,” you stressed. You inched forward, feeling his hard length hidden beneath his trousers.

Whimpering when he freed himself, Will then grabbed a hold of your bottom and gently lifted you up, onto his throbbing member. Fuck, you were quite positive you had never seen a cock this beautiful. And every fibre of your being was aching to feel it inside of you.

Eager to ride him, you bucked your hips to sit down, the vicar, however, stopped you.

“Slowly… we don’t want you to exhaust yourself, right?” You shook your head, biting your lower lip so hard you feared you’d draw blood.

“No, Daddy…” Calling him so only fuelled your arousal, even more so when he growled. He actually growled. Fuck. Inch by agonising inch, you impaled yourself on his hard manhood until his tip was pressing against your cervix almost painfully.

Will was guiding you as you began to ride him, heeding his advice to go slow. His large hands were on your hips, rocking you back and forth in an almost soothing manner—and at this point, you were already so lost in your pleasure and quite possibly your fever that you would have done anything he asked for. You had a feeling that the vicar was very well aware of that and it was touching how thoughtful he was being with your vulnerability.

Never before had you felt like this. So at ease. So innocent, so… you took a deep breath, increasing your speed a little. Subspace. You’d read about it before. Deeper and deeper you fell into that blissful state all the while your arousal grew higher and higher.

Your clit was rubbing deliciously against Will’s pelvic bone, the sound of sex echoing through the room.

“Easy… don’t rush it…” You heard him mumble when you sped up yet again, eager for the orgasm that was slowly creeping up on you like a poltergeist.

“But… what about… you…” You breathed out in response, barely able to form a functioning sentence anymore.

“I am already struggling to hold out for a while longer, sweet angel.” Sweet angel… Your pussy clenched around him, a delicious precursor of what you were hunting like a hungry lioness.

“You’re close…” He said. It was not a question. Nodding mutely, you dug your fingernails into his clothed shoulders, looking him deep in the eye with parted lips. Your mouth formed a perfect O when you finally came undone, gushing all over him as you let your climax consume you.

Will moaned. “I have to… pull out, darling… We can’t risk…” He groaned once more. It took you all of your willpower to stop riding him, to avoid feeling him cumming inside of you and filling you up with his seed. But in the end, you managed, if anything because you were not exactly fond of the idea of getting pregnant just yet either.

Will lifted you off of him, flipping you over so you came to lie on your back, and wrapped his hand around his thick length, finishing what you had started. A couple more eager thrusts were all it took for him to stain both the bed and your stomach with his warm seed, accompanied by heavy grunts and groans.

Then, for a few peaceful and quiet seconds, it was utterly silent. You were too exhausted to lift yourself up, instead left it to Will to stand, adjust his trousers, and then reach for the cloth next to your washing bowl on top of the vanity to clean you up.

“Thank you…” You whispered, allowing him to tuck you in straight after, smiling weakly when he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Are you feeling alright? Perhaps… we should have waited until you feel better…”

“No… no, I’m fine. Tired but fine. That was… God, that was amazing.”

Your eyes fell shut but you felt his smile nonetheless.

“It was. I only ever dared dream of being with you like this.” He paused, stroking your hair. “I’ll get you your tea now. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

You smiled. When he turned around to leave the bedroom, before you could utter another cheeky “Thank you, Daddy”, you had already fallen asleep.

A/N: *logs out of Tumblr to bathe in Holy Water*

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Your Grace

Warnings: character death, smut, Loki is a sexy beast, duh

A/N: soooo... I kind of loved this story, I had to come back and give it a part two! I love Will so much, he is innocent in my eyes and yet, I wanted to explore a more

Summary: after Will's passing, you finally move back to Asgard and you are called to the palace to meet the King.

Part One { Part Two

The silent prayers had become all but extinct now. The mortal's lives were feeble, you knew that, but Will? It had been agony to watch him grow old and soon pass. You had left Aldwinter with him, travelled across England and even visited France but his years were limited and yours were limitless.

Seeing the greys appear in his hair killed you. He stood in front of the mirror, examining them with curiosity, pulling out one of them and presenting it to you with a smile, "I am growing wiser, Y/N."

You held a smile on your face as you walked over to him and cupped his cheek, watching him lean into it with a smile. "You're growing wise indeed, my husband," you whispered, resting your forehead on his and he held your waist delicately. Sniffling, you looked into his eyes and whispered, "my wise vicar, will we spend today in bed or doing something productive?"

Will smirked as he looked into your eyes before pulling you up into his arms and walking to the bed, slamming the bathroom door shut with his foot. He threw you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, peppering kisses on your neck as you giggled and moaned.

Standing in front of Will's grave outside of the home you had shared for the remaining fifty years of his life, you sniffled and made forget-me-nots appear against the stone. A lone tear dripped down your cheek as you leaned forward, pressing your lips to the stone and releasing a shuddering sob.

Your love for the beloved vicar was strong. You had married him and you both were incredibly happy. It had taken Will two years to propose but when he did, he made sure to make it the most special day that you had ever experienced up until your wedding day. His innocent smile when you said yes, the joy you saw when he first saw you walk down that aisle, the love in his eyes that melted into sadness along with you when you found out that you could never get pregnant. Still, Will decided to live in the now and made your childless lives much more entertaining.

Will had decided to take you all around England and even France during his life, going away to different places every other week until Will could barely walk as he approached his seventy-seventh birthday. Even in his old age, your feelings for him never dwindled. He still had that spark in his eye that he had the day that you came into his life and it made you smile when you remembered it.

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There had been an incident in Will’s 40s that made you question if he truly wanted you or not. It involved Cora Seaborne and her quest to understand the myth of the Essex Serpent. Throughout her stay in Aldwinter, you saw that Will was spending more time with her and that Cora had been, unknowingly, praying to you for a chance to even just kiss your husband. You listened out for Will’s prayer for the same but found none.

When Will returned home that night, the candles were out and the fireplace burning and dinner unmade. Will tilted his head curiously at the odd change. You were never late for dinner, you always prepared the best meals on the days when it was your turn to cook!

“Darling?” the vicar called out into the dim house, the crackling of the fire unsettling him for a reason he didn’t want to know. He walked around the dark house but found no traces that you had moved around today. Sighing, Will trudged upstairs and found you sitting on the bed with your pillow cuddled to your chest. “Darling,” Will purred, walking over to you with a smile, kneeling beside you, “what is the matter, my love?”

You sniffled and turned your head away from him, cuddling your pillow tighter to your chest, “I don’t know. Why don’t you go ask Cora?”

“Cora?” Will asked in shock, his brows furrowing as he ignored the ache in his knees as he cupped your elbows and brought himself up onto one knee while keeping eye contact with you, “why would I ask Cora?”

You scoffed and glared down at him but froze when you saw complete confusion. Did he not want to throw you away in favour of Cora? “Because she prayed to me today,” you admitted, watching Will tense and realisation hit, “she doesn’t know I’m me but she prayed to me to have a chance to kiss you or sleep with you. She felt guilty about it but she wanted it. I was thinking you wanted it too but didn’t pray to me.”

“I could never want anyone other than you, Y/N!” Will protested, looking up into your eyes desperately, “surely you know that! I’ve been married to you for twenty years, darling… I wouldn’t just throw that away!”

You sobbed and dropped to the floor, encasing him in a warm hug and kissing his cheek as you sniffled. “Imagine,” you whispered with a shaky laugh, “I’m jealous.”

Will laughed and rubbed your back, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “not to worry, darling, you’re the only woman that can bring me to my knees.”

After all of that, after the monster was revealed to be a whale beached in the marshes, everyone moved on, especially Cora. Later on, you heard her prayers to lay with one of her friends and you answered all of them, allowing her a happy life. Will never asked about her, only ever sat beside you and appreciated your beauty and your intelligence as he read to you.

As Will got to his sixties, he began asking why you were staying with him since he was getting older now and less attractive. Every time he asked, you clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, grabbing his hands and kissing them gently as you whispered, “to me, you look no less than thirty-three, my dear.” He blushed every time and you loved it.

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The day that Will passed, it had been raining and thunder was raging. You sniffled as you held him in your arms, whispering memories to him as his heartbeat became few and far between. In his last three years, Will had developed dementia and seemed to only remember the first ten years of your life together so you reminded him regularly of the years after that. In his final seconds, you gently ran your nails through his thin hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead while whispering, “you can rest now…”

With that, Will’s eyes closed and you were left alone with his once vibrant, young body now aged and empty. You succumbed to the sob bubbling in your throat and you held his body close to you as you sobbed. “I’ll always love you… I’ll always love you, Will, I promise… Thank you for loving me…”

You had decided to stay in Will’s home, full of his little trinkets and books that had been taken out of circulation years after his death. You had posed as your daughter and then her daughter to keep the villagers blissfully ignorant of your status as an immortal. The house was stranger without Will but you never remarried.

You answered prayers from inside the walls of the home you made with Will, surrounded by his books and trinkets you had picked up throughout your travels. After you stayed in that house for sixty-eight more years, you finally resolved to leaving the house and burning it to the ground, unable to bring yourself to sell it to anyone else. Taking one last look at Will’s grave, you looked up at the sky and called the Bifrost with his trinkets safely hidden in your pocket dimension.

Stepping out into the Bifrost Observatory, you looked behind you as you watched the beam disappear and you hung your head, realising your life on Midgard was gone. Glancing up at Heimdall, you smiled sadly, “good to see you again, old friend.”

“You look sad, Lady Y/N,” Heimdall commented, frowning as he saw a tear drip down your cheek. He had seen all of your time spent on Midgard, the hundred years it took you to finally move on from your grief. Still, he regained his posture and looked over to the palace, “Prince Loki seems to have returned. He, too, is sad.”

You sighed and faked a laugh, “guess he lost someone dear to him too.”

“Indeed,” Heimdall responded with a deep sigh before gesturing to the exit, “your horse is awaiting you.”

You eyed Heimdall for a minute because of his comment about Prince Loki before walking to the exit and bowing to him in the entrance before mounting your mare and heading into the city. From the city, you took a detour to the house that you had left almost a hundred and twenty years ago. When you arrived, you sighed and took down the protective barrier and walked up to the front door, unlocking it and stepping inside. With a sudden wave of emotion, you realised that this place didn’t feel like home anymore, Aldwinter felt like home, it was where Will was buried.

Sighing, you dropped onto your sofa and looked up at the ceiling, casting an illusion to bring forth one of your many memories with Will.

You stormed through the door and slammed the door, bolting the door and toeing off your shoes, hanging up your travel coat and stomping into the kitchen. You saw Will looking through a cookbook before lifting his head to smile at you. “Oh, hello darling,” he greeted with a smile before frowning when you didn’t answer, “are you alright?”

“Kneel,” you demanded, watching his eyes widened and he quickly sank to his knees. You strode over to him and grabbed his chin, glaring down at him, “will you be my good boy tonight?”

Eagerly, Will nodded and his hand gently caressed your thigh, massaging your muscles and keeping his eyes locked on yours as he did. You sighed in relief and your eyes fluttered shut, a sign for him to continue. He gently moved onto your other thigh and gently massages the muscle, pressing a gentle kiss to your thigh as he did before he started to massage your calves.

“Enough,” you whispered after a while and Will pulled back, his hands resting easily on his lap as he looked up at you, waiting for what followed. “Will you do as I say, pretty sinner?”

Will nodded eagerly and smiled up at you, his eyes reflecting the love he felt for years for you, his body was ageing but his love for you never waned. “I will do whatever you ask of me, my Goddess,” he whispered with a gentle smile.

You hummed and ran your fingers through his hair, watching him lean into your touch and smile happily at the contact. “Will you fuck me?” you whispered to him, watching his eyes shoot up to meet yours, “will you make me forget about today?”

“Of course,” Will whispered quickly, standing up and guiding you to the bedroom. As he closed the door behind you, he gently held your hand and led you to the bed, pushing you down onto the fur pelt and soft mattress. Your hair splayed out, surrounding your head like a crown that Will swore he would never forget.

Quickly getting to work, he latched his lips to yours in an intimate kiss, his hands wandering down your body and removing your clothes as they did. Your hands made quick work of his shirt and pants, throwing them in a corner to be picked up whenever but when you both were finally free and he sunk his cock into you, all problems disappeared.

Will moaned as he bottomed out, his head falling into the crook of your neck as his hips thrust forward unconsciously, making you scream in pleasure and wrap your legs around his legs. Groaning, he pulled out to the tip before sinking back in and listening to your delighted moan at the motion so he did it again and again, picking up the pace until he was pounding into you, his hips slapping against yours as you both moaned in unison.

You gripped the sheets beside your head and moaned aloud at the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim over and over again. His godly sculpted body was shining with sweat as he reached down to circle your clit, listening to your delicate moans as he continued to thrust into you right into your favourite spot inside you that made you see stars.

With a gasp, you came together and shared a kiss as you both came down from your highs.

A knock on your door pulled you away from the illusion and made it disappear. Startled, you headed over to the door and opened the door after checking that you were looking presentable and you were shocked to see three Einherjar on your doorstep.

“How can I help you?” you asked, nervously playing with the hem of your sleeve as the men looked down at you.

“Y/N, Goddess of Sex,” the guard began, looking you in your eye before continuing, “the King requests your presence in the throne room. We are here to escort you.”

You stared at them in shock. The King wanted to see you? King Odin Allfather? You hadn’t met with him since you departed from the court before you met Will! What could he possibly want with you? Nodding, you walked out of your house and locked the door before mounting your horse and following the guards.

You were glad that they took a detour away from the main streets, you didn’t want anyone to see the Goddess of Sex being escorted into the castle to likely lose her title for marrying a mortal. Once you arrived in the palace, you dismounted your horse and one of the Einherjar remained behind to put her in the stalls. So here you were, progressing through the halls of Asgard’s palace with two Einherjar.

Once you reached the decorated doors of the throne room, you were shaking like a leaf but you steeled yourself and raised your back, placing a mask of indifference on before striding inside flanked by the guards.

The man sitting on the throne was not Odin, however, it was his second son; Loki. His hair was short and slicked back making his jaw look sharper and highlighting his sharp cheekbones, he looked oddly familiar to you as more than just the Asgardian Prince should but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Your eyes gazed lower and you bit your lip when you saw his spread legs, bringing your eyes to instinctively land on his luscious thighs. They were spread wide open, accentuating the power that he held as he glared down at you from the throne.

“Goddess of Sex,” he began and your unconscious mind picked up the familiarity you felt towards this man. His voice was like honey but mixed with a sense of dread, a dark undertone that caused you to press your legs together.

Dropping to your knee, you gazed up at the temporary King, “Your Majesty. It is an honour to meet you.”

"Have I met you before, Goddess?" the God asked, his emerald eyes glistening as he glared down at you, trying to discern if you were truly familiar or if it was just because of your paintings and temple, “I have a feeling we have met before.”

"I have been in court, your grace," you mumbled, not looking up from the golden floor as you knelt before the temporary King. You heard him hum and the sound went straight to your needy cunt, despite your horror at that revelation. You hadn’t had anyone since Will died, you didn’t want anyone other than Will! Even if your body was a traitor, you would not succumb to primal needs even if you were the Goddess of Sex.

"There's something else. Something I can almost put my finger on... I know you," Loki leaned forward, taking in your kneeling form when realisation shot through him. Flashes of a life that he had forgotten entered his mind. Memories of himself being a vicar in a small town, of his life married to the Goddess of Sex, his life with you. He stayed staring at you in wonder for so long that he saw you become uncomfortable.

"Your grace?" you whispered, unsettled by how Loki’s eyes glossed over with tears. He looked tired all of a sudden, burdened with something that he hadn’t shown to anyone else.

That was when you heard it again, your first silent prayer for the first time in seventy years. Since Will prayed to you that even in his dying days, you would never leave his side until it was over.

"Oh little goddess, how odd it is to see you kneel before me when I used to be the one kneeling for you," he whispered, a vulnerability in his eye as he stared at you.

Your mind whirred in confusion before you raised your head to meet his eye, "Will...?"

Loki smiled and stood from the throne, descending the steps to stand before your kneeling form. He saw the tears forming in your eyes and his smile faded into a frown as he placed Gungnir on the ground and dropped to his knees in front of you, watching your disbelieving eyes study every movement he made.

“So… is this… was this all just a game…?” you whispered brokenly, flinching away from the God in front of you as he reached out to hold you. You looked at the golden stone floor in front of you as you tried to process this new reveal. “After you faked your death did you come back here and laugh over a good glass of mead? Did you even think of me?” You asked brokenly, sniffling and rolling his wedding ring on your necklace between your fingers.

“It wasn’t a game. Believe me, my sweet Goddess, after I died down there I woke up here with no memory of what happened. I lost seventy years of my memory and I did not know why,” he whispered, reaching out to cup your cheek and his frown deepened when you yet again flinched away, “but when you walked into this throne room, I started hearing things… started seeing memories that I thought weren’t mine…”

You shuddered softly as your eyes met his and your hands slowly reached up to cup his face and you tilted your head curiously when he leaned into the affection with a pleased sigh. His eyes fluttered shut, his shoulders relaxed and the tension in the room dissipated as if he had been waiting for the moment that he would be held by you.

“What did I say to Will about religion the day we met?” you asked, watching as Loki’s eyes slowly opened and he released a small whine.

“You told me that there was more than one God and one was smiling down on me,” he whispered lightly, eagerly chasing your comforting hands as you pulled back slightly in shock. “You found me in the church after a sermon in a… compromising… situation…”

You giggled and pressed your lips to the bridge of his nose, feeling the relief of having your husband back. “Did you ever feel empty after that?” you asked shyly, watching as Loki’s eyes flitted around before he sighed and nodded.

“I felt alone the moment that I woke up in my bed… I felt as if I was somewhere I had no right to be, I felt like I had left someone behind and needed to get back to them but… mother told me I had been hit by a Bilgesnipe and had been in a coma for 77 years to heal…” Loki whispered, tears flowing easily into the palms of your hands.

“I understand,” you whispered, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb and kissing his nose, “I mourned you, Loki… I stayed in our house for years after your death. I only just came home.”

“I know,” Loki whispered, his hands reaching out to pull you closer to him, “I never wanted to leave you alone, believe me. I remember that in my final moments, you held me in your arms and scratched my scalp… it felt like home… I felt so at home with you.”

You sniffled and nodded before rising to your feet and helping him stand. Once he was standing again, you rested one of your hands on his hip and then another on his cheek and you grinned when he leaned eagerly into your touch.

Loki stared into your eyes, unable to decide if what he was seeing was truly you or if he was just having one of those dreams that he would forget about once he awoke. Eagerly, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips, feeling you melt into him immediately and kiss him back.

As quick as the kiss began, you put an end to it and smiled lovingly at him before smirking at him and whispering, "kneel."

Loki gasped as he dropped to his knees before you, the glimmer in his eyes reflecting that of the innocent vicar you had caught in the throes of pleasure with your coat up to his nose. You gently held his chin and watched his innocent eyes flit between the thumb pressed to his chin and the darkness swirling in your eyes.

"I am your King," Loki whispered, keeping his eyes locked on yours now as you hummed and he whined at his straining length beneath the leathers of his trousers. "You should obey your King, not vice versa."

You giggled and tightened your grip on his chin. "Funny," you whispered, watching as his chest hitched with the sultry tone you laced in, "you had no problem submitting to me every time I commanded last time."

The pressure building in Loki’s abdomen became almost too much to bear and he gasped when your boot made contact with his clothed cock and he released a loud groan at the touch, his hips jutting out against your boot. You cooed down at him, running your fingers through his silky hair as he continued to grind down onto your boot.

“Stop,” you commanded, watching Loki whine and his hips quickly ceased their movement. You smiled down at him and gently ran your fingers down his cheek, your heart fluttering at how easily his eyes slipped closed and he sighed in relief. “Where are your chambers, handsome?” you asked softly and Loki quickly whirled his fingers, teleporting the both of you to his chambers.

Loki seemed to gain confidence once in the comfort of his chambers, pulling you in from the waist and dissolving your skirts in a flash of green before latching his mouth onto your dripping cunt. You gasped in surprise and held his silky hair, your head falling backwards in relief as his expert tongue lapped over your sensitive folds. The God of Mischief smirked as his fingers dug into your skin and he devoured your glistening pussy like a man starved.

“Mmmh Loki…” you whispered, bliss clouding your mind as Loki continued to feast on you, his moans following yours as one of his fingers pushed into your awaiting entrance and you moaned in delight, your fingers tightening in his hair as you got closer to the edge.

However, getting to the edge was what woke you up and you growled as you pulled him away from your needy cunt. “Naughty boy,” you breathed through heavy pants, watching as a smirk broke out across his lips.

“I am the God of Mischief, dear,” Loki returned, his eyes flitting up to yours as lust and desire swirled in them. His hands gently caressed your thighs and he sighed, “doesn’t it hurt? Don’t you want to be dominated for once? Explore how I felt before?”

Your breath hitched as you stared up at him before you smiled and backed up onto his bed, the back of your legs hitting the edge of the bed before you fell backwards onto the soft mattress below you. Loki grinned and followed you, standing between your legs as he began to take off his armour with his seiðr. Your eyes raked over his nude body hungrily, watching his muscles dip and the curve of his hips sway as he rested his hands on them.

“Do you wish to know something strange, my lady?” Loki purred, one knee resting between your legs as he towered over your form, hands pressing yours above your head.

You gasped as his thigh made contact with your core and you stared up into his green eyes without hesitation. “Tell me,” you whispered eagerly, your pussy clenching as Loki chuckled and his lips parted for his tongue to wet them.

“When I awoke from that coma, I could never even imagine touching another woman. I found it odd, I know the deepest desires of a woman’s heart and I can bring them forth,” his tone was deep, filled with lust and happiness, “but I could never act upon that knowledge. My body never reacted to the stimuli of a woman grazing my thigh, of their touch on my arm, nor even brazenly grasping my cock. Now I realise… it was because of you.”

You sat up on your elbows and raised an eyebrow, “me? What about me?”

“I married the Goddess of Sex! I became addicted to the power you give off all the time thanks to that title and even when I woke up as Loki, I was still addicted! Even in my subconscious, you were all I needed,” the King whispered, his eyes wide and vulnerable, the twinkle in his eyes that you had adored for fifty years as Will made you melt and you pulled him down into a sweet kiss.

Loki moaned into the kiss, holding the back of your neck gently and pressing himself against you as he lined himself up to your entrance and slowly pushed inside. The both of you moaned in unison as the electricity ran through you, welcoming you back into the world of addicting sex. Loki’s hips snapped into yours and your head rolled back as you released a filthy moan into the expanse of his chambers. Loki cooed at you and started to create a rhythm, pounding into you hard but also taking note of your little cues for him to increase his speed.

You keened as Loki hit that good spot inside of you and your toes curled, a whine escaping your parted lips as Loki’s eyes focused on yours.

Loki gasped as he began to go faster, urgency digging into his every move as your warmth wrapped around him and he reclaimed what was his. “That’s it,” he praised, his hips slapping against yours as he sat up on his knees to fuck you properly, “be my good Goddess and moan for your King!”

Your lips parted and you took in a deep breath, remembering that oxygen was the main source of life before it was ripped out of your lungs as a powerful moan in reaction to Loki beginning to circle your clit. You gasped and rolled your hips against his, feeling the charge of magic in the room as you both lost yourselves in the throes of pleasure.

“L-Loki… Loki, Loki, Loki!” you called, unable to form any coherent sentences past your lovers name. Loki smirked as he began to circle your clit faster, his thrusts began to go deeper and his free hand snaked peacefully around your throat.

“Shhh… I know, baby, I know,” Loki soothed, feeling the slow pulse of your walls around him give away your impending orgasm and he was sure as Hel going to get you there. “Just let daddy do the work,” he whispered, feeling your walls gush around him at the name he used and he smirked as he increased the pace of his thrusts inside you.

Drunk on the pleasure of his cock and fingers, you moaned shamelessly and your hands gripped onto the pillows beside your head. There was a slight tingle in your toes that soon rushed through your body as one of the most powerful orgasms that you had ever felt. Your reaction, in Loki’s opinion, was beautiful and so attractive. Your back arched off the bed, your brows furrowed, your fingers tightened their grip on the sheets beside your head and your cunt clenched wonderfully around his cock, bringing him into his own orgasm that made him cry out in pleasure as ropes of cum filled you up.

Slumping back down against the sheets, you blindly reached for him while whispering, “Will… Will…?”

Loki’s heart softened as he smiled and laid beside you, slowly pulling out of you and conjuring a wet towel to clean you up, listening to your whines of pain and comforting you with a gentle kiss to your forehead. He knew you were in pain, you had spent the last twenty years of his life without sex and after that he didn’t think you slept with anybody else. You snuggled into his chest and sighed contentedly.

“I love you, Mr Ransome,” you whispered automatically, a habit you didn’t realise you hadn’t broken after Will’s death.

Chuckling, Loki ran a hand down your back and pressed a kiss to your forehead as he whispered, “I love you too, Mrs Ransome.”

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Ep 4 reminded me of a certain other TH period drama character

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Ohh well hello there bestie ✌️ My request for you is…

Will Ransome having to visit London and attend a party where he meets Reader and they share a dance (and maybe more 😏).

Hearts Aflame

Will Ransome x fem!Reader

Summary: Will gets invited to London for the engagment party of a very good friend. What happens when he meets you again after ten long years?

Warnings: thirst, suggestive smut, mentions of alcohol, age gap, fluff?

Word Count: 3,8k

a/n: It was so much fun to write for Will again. I hope you are going to like this, bestie! 🫡 Thanks for the request! 💖

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It was a rather cold autumn day in Aldwinter. Dark rain clouds hung all over the sky; ready to let the rain pour, causing Will Ransome - vicar of the cosy, little village to make bigger steps towards his home. He had taken the dog on a walk and was now fleeting from a threatening downpour, looming in the sky. The vicar's chocolate brown Cocker Spaniel had to run, in order to keep up with his master's big steps.

"Come on, Pup, come on. I don't want to get wet - and you neither. I know you."

But unfortunately, the weather didn't show mercy on them. It literally started to rain pitchforks, when the duo was only a few minutes away from their home. Hence, Will was already able to see it in distance. Nevertheless, it didn't help. Just like the running. When they reached the small house, dog and owner were soaked to the skin; clothes and fur literally dripping.

As fast as somehow possible, Will unlocked the door to let himself and Pup in. The moment the wooden door fell into its hinges, the vicar threw his coat on the coat hook to dry and immediately hurried to get a towel, before Pup could- Too late. Will was sprinting down the stairs; towel in hands as he witnessed how the dog shook off the water, causing the droplets to land everywhere. Will sighed in defeat, shook his head and made his way over towards the Cocker Spaniel. "You couldn't wait for another second, could you?" Pup just huffed and looked at him apologetically. "You are a bad boy sometimes, but I love you nonetheless, you fluffy little creature."

After rubbing the Cocker Spaniel's fur completely dry with the towel and also cleaning up the water on the floor, Will went upstairs to the bathroom, in order to get dry himself.

He unbuttoned his wet shirt first, then slid the suspenders off his shoulders, so that he could take off the usually puffy garment as well; leaving his torso bare. After getting rid of his brown trousers as well, he went to rub his long, blonde-brown curls dry, just like his whole body. Once that was done, he slipped in fresh clothes and decided to head back downstairs, where his faithful dog waited for him - with a piece of paper in his mouth?

Will frowned and squatted down; "What do you have here, buddy?" and took it from Pup's mouth. It was a letter - like the vicar recognised. A letter from someone he hadn't heard of in a long time... An old friend from London. Henry Carter. They used to be best friends; even went to school together. Will spent the most of his youth with him. But someday their ways parted, when Henry decided to become a lawyer and Will a man of God.

With a smile and full of anticipation, the vicar sat down on his little sofa and opened the letter.

Greetings, my old friend!

I sincerely hope that you do remember me. After all, it's been quite a few years since the last time we saw each other. Just know that I never forgot you - and with this letter, I would like to invite you to my engagement party. Yes, you read that right, my friend. I found a lovely, wonderful woman, who is very eager to meet you. So, if you have the time, my fiancee and I would be overjoyed to welcome you in London next Saturday.

I hope to see you soon,

Henry Carter

Will's smile widened, as he put the letter back inside the envelope. Oh he'd certainly go to London next weekend.

A week later, the vicar's feet touched, indeed, London ground again - since years. He didn't want to admit it, but it felt good to leave Aldwinter for a while. Even if it was just two days. It was a break he didn't know he needed.

At the train station, he was already awaited. By a man Will only knew too well - and a strange woman who stood beside him. The man smiled brightly as soon as he recognised the vicar and met him on the way.

"Will?" Henry asked; quite a bit surprised. Will smiled and started to nod as well. "Hello, old friend." A breathless laugh left the lawyer's lips, before he went to hug his school friend; clapping him on the shoulder. William returned the gesture, of course; was just as happy.

"You've changed, Will!" Henry stated, after paying his appearance a closer look. "I did?" "Yes! Look at you! You've grown! You were always tall, but never that... muscly... Even got a beard now! And your hair is way longer than in my memories." Will chuckled at his friend's assessments. "Well, I suppose I have... But you, my friend, you didn't change at all!" That caused the man to chuckle along Will, before they both went silent for a moment.

"It's so great to have you here and see you again. There've been times where I thought I'd probably never see you again, but here you are..." "That thought crossed my mind a few times, too, my friend. I wanted to write you a letter and somehow contact you, but I didn't know where you lived now. Still with your parents? Perhaps not even in London anymore... I didn't know."

Henry placed a hand on Will's shoulder. "You couldn't. I stayed at my parents for another year, but then... Then I met her." The lawyer turned and looked at the woman, who still stood a few meters away from the reunited friends; smiling softly. "Come on, I want you to meet Eva." The men smiled at each other, before they both made their way over to said woman.

"Eva, darling... Let me finally introduce you to Mr. William Ransome." Henry gestured at Will, "Will... This is my beautiful fiancee Eva." then at Eva. Will smiled and stretched out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Eva." She took his hand and allowed the vicar to bestow a decent kiss on the skin of her hand - a gentleman to the core. "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Ransome." "Will... Please call me Will."

The remaining afternoon was spent with Henry and Eva showing Will around in their quite big house, letting the vicar unpack his things and teatime, of course. A lot of conversations were shared. When the wedding is, how the couple met and so on. For Will, it was about getting to know the woman his dear friend married - just like it was for Eva to get to know her future husband's friend.

In the evening, after dinner, Will and Henry decided to go to a local bar, in order to celebrate their reunion. Despite that, they still had quite some catching up to do.

Now they were seated in the bar; both with a glass of beer in hands. "So... Tell me, friend... How is Aldwinter?" Will smiled. "Well... It's a small, cosy village. The people are great. I love to live there and being a vicar. I came to think that this was what Aldwinter needed... A vicar. The people trust me and I appreciate that a lot." Henry nodded and smiled as well, "That's great to hear, honestly." before he took a sip of his beer.

"Do you have a own house or do you live in the church?" "It's 'just' a chapel and too small to live in. I have a own little house. You can come visit sometime. You and Eva of course, if you'd like to." "Sure, why not. We'd love to." Henry paused for a moment; let Will drink some of his beer as well, before he fired the next question at him.

"A little house... And you live there... alone?" Will noticed immediately what Henry was insisting. It wasn't quite subtle. The vicar looked down; fingers nervously tapped against the glass of beer. "Yes, I... I live there alone - with my little dog, Pup."

Opposite him, Henry raised an eyebrow - unbeknownst to Will. "No woman?" His friend shook his head. "N-No." The lawyer copied his gesture. "How is that possible, William? When I think back to our youth - our time in school, almost every lady had laid her eyes upon you. They would've all wanted you. You can't tell me that this has changed." He stated; drinking again.

Will shrugged his shoulders; gaze lifting again. "I really don't know, Henry, I... I just haven't found the right woman yet. But I trust in god to send her my way when the time comes." Henry reached over to clap his friend on the shoulder. "Well, I trust in that too, then. Just know that you are not getting younger. It's time for you settle down, you know..." "I do know, yes..."

Silence spread between the two man; both of them thinking about the exchanged words for a moment. A small laugh left Henry's lips then. "I can't quite believe I reached this milestone before you." Will couldn't help but to chuckle as well. "Me neither, honestly."

The two friends continued to talk about anything and everything, until one specific topic suddenly came up... You.

"Who else did you have invited for the celebration who I might know?" Will asked with a smile. "Other old school friends?" Henry shook his head. "No, I didn't. Apologies. My parents would've loved to come, but they said they're feeling too old for such a party. I accepted their wish to not attend." He paused; took a sip of his beer. "I think the only other person you know is my little sister, Y/N. Do you remember her?"

Will's eyes widened at the mention of your name. Of course, he remembered you! He had seen you often back when he was younger and hanging out with Henry. Will always thought of you as Henry's sweet, little sister - since you had been still a child. Well... A very young woman, to say it right. The vicar quickly calculated in his head. He was about twenty-two that time. Henry was just as old and you... You were fourteen, which means that you were now... twenty-four. A grown woman.

"Yes, yes, of course I remember her. She was still very young back then." Henry nodded with a chuckle. "She was, indeed... But not anymore. She has grown, my friend. She's not that sweet, innocent girl anymore... Y/N's a woman now. You're not going to believe your eyes when you see her again. I bet you won't even recognize her." Will smiled; drank the last sip of his beer. "That is most likely going to happen. After all, it's been ten years..."

Henry should be proven right...

A sigh left your lips, as you grabbed another glass of champagne, before you hid yourself in one of the corners; exchanging several more fake smiles on your way there.

You were bored. Utterly bored.

It wasn't like you didn't want to be here, at your big brother's engagement party, no, but the problem was that you knew everybody here and had talked at least twice to all the people. Too many familiar faces - and the most of them not your age.

You barely finished to think that thought, when your eyes suddenly spotted a strange man in the crowd. You narrowed your eyes; gaze sticking on him as he got greeted by your brother. He was tall. Way taller than Henry. His hair was long and curly; coloured in blonde-brown. His cheekbones were high and sharp - like you could tell. A soft scruff was covering his cheeks and chin, and you could swear that he had blue eyes. You bit your lip. That guy probably was the most handsome man you had ever seen.

Now you were intrigued. Henry owed you some explanations. From where did he know that tuxedo clad gentleman?

As if Henry heard your thoughts, you could see him making his way over to you - and he seemed to be very excited. You could tell.

"Y/N!" He called out your name in a cheery voice. "Y/N, you have to see someone!" Henry grabbed both your hands; smiling brightly. You lifted an eyebrow, "Is it your mysterious new friend you kept from me?" and nodded towards the man, who was currently talking to Eva.

Henry followed your gaze - and started to laugh. "He's not my mysterious new friend I kept from you. In fact, you know him. Very well might I add." You frowned; were quite a bit confused now. Sure, you thought he looked somehow familiar, but played it off as a coincidence. Now, after your brother's words, though... But from where could you know- "Do you remember my childhood friend Will? William Ransome? Well..."

Your eyes widened the moment those words left your brother's lips and for a short moment, you felt like fainting, as your heart rate sped up. "You are fooling me, brother! This is Will?!" Henry laughed once more; nodding. "I kid you not, sister." He turned around to Will, shouting: "Hey, Will! Would you come over, please?"

Will's head turned with a smile, and before he walked over to join you and your brother, he politely ended the conversation he had with Eva.

Your heart threatened to burst inside of your chest, as you watched the tall man stepping closer - and when he spoke your name, everything froze in time around you. "Y/N..." His voice sounded exactly like you remembered it. Deep, yet smooth like velvet. Being the gentleman he was, the vicar stretched out his palm for you to take. Wordlessly, you complied; placed your hand in his and letting him brush a soft kiss on your knuckles. Your knees almost buckled.

"It's has been such a long time, I... I don't know what to say! It is a pleasure to see you again." Will's gaze met yours, causing you to get lost in his eyes; drowning helplessly in those oceanic blues. Up close, he was even more handsome. What an attractive man he had become... You definitely needed a moment to recover.

"I find myself being just as stunned, Will. It is great to see you as well. After all, it has been over ten years!"

Henry left you and Will alone to talk then; having other guests to tend to as well. And while you talked about how your life had been in all those past years, Will wasn't able to tear his gaze apart from you...

You've aged - but in the best way possible. Henry had been right. You weren't the young girl anymore he used to know. You had grown into the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Countless conversations and another glass of champagne later, Will had asked you to dance with him and how could you say no to that? How could you deny him this wish? You gladly accepted; feeling all the old feelings you had harboured for this man in your youth reappear. Everything you thought you had buried deep within you re-emerged; causing your heart to beat faster whenever he looked at you. It was like not even a day had passed since you last saw the vicar. Like the time had just stopped for the both of you. There was a tension between you and Will. A sizzle. A spark; ready to burst into flames at any moment. It was thrilling. Exciting. And yet also a bit intimidating.

It was already late at night, when you decided to bid your goodbye and leave. Will, being the gentleman he was, offered to accompany you home - something Henry was very grateful for. A young lady walking home alone in the dead of the night through the streets of London? Unacceptable.

In what Henry and probably also Will saw a kind favour, you saw a chance. Perhaps the only chance you'd get before life ripped Will out of your sight once more...

"There we are..." You announced; stopping in front of a tall, slightly decayed brick house. The dim street lamps didn't provide enough light to illuminate the whole street, but enough that you were able to make out the handsome features of the man standing in front of you in his black tuxedo.

"That is the house you are living in?" You nodded with a smile. "Yes, it is." Will shook his head, as a soft chuckle rumbled through his chest. "It's so much bigger than the little cottage I live in." You had to giggle as well. "Well... London isn't Aldwinter, Mr. Ransome - and besides, I don't live alone in here. There are several apartments." Will's cheeks reddened slightly. You could tell. "Right, of course. Apologies." You just smiled at him, before an unpleasant silence spread over the both of you. The tension was still there. Just like the spark; setting almost the night air aflame. You better make a move now or let him walk out of your life once more - perhaps for all times, a voice in your mind whispered; urging you on. Probably it was your heart speaking to you.

You took a step back and leaned against the wooden main door; crossing your arms behind your back.

Will noticed the shift in your demeanour immediately; gaze stuck on your face for a long moment, before he literally forced himself to look away.

"Y/N... Don't..." His words were nothing more than a whisper.

"Whatever do you mean?" You retorted; innocence swinging within your voice.

Will shook his head softly. "Don't look at me like that. Please, don't give me those eyes." You bit your lip; releasing a hand from behind your back to slowly place it on the vicar's chest. "Why?" You breathed; toying with the buttons of his pristine white shirt.

Will swallowed hard. "Be-Because it's wrong. We... We shouldn't do..." Before he could finish his sentence, you had pulled him towards you; his feet following your command. His words died in his throat, when he watched your soft, plump lips inching closer to his - until the contact was inevitable. Your warm lips caught his in a hesitant - almost shy kiss.

Unfortunately, it ended way too soon, as you pulled back after a mere few seconds; leaving him aching for more. Will didn't even notice how he was chasing after your lips in a desperate attempt to keep them locked to his. And nevertheless, his mind was still trying to talk sense into him. "... do this." He ended the sentence in which you had interrupted him oh so rudely.

You could hear how hard he swallowed. "We... We shouldn't, Y/N." Will reasoned; gently taking your hand in his bigger one. You watched his palm swallow yours whole, as he moved your hand away from his chest. The moment he dropped your hand caused a cold shiver to run down your spine; followed by an aching pain. You didn't want to loose his touch. Ever again.

You shook your head; hand hovering over his chest once more. "Why, William?" The vicar took a deep breath. "You... You are the little sister of my best friend and-" "And?" "And you are so much younger than I am. You're a precious flower; not meant for me. I... I don't want to ruin you."

"What if I want you to ruin me?"

Your feelings and desire for the older man opposite you spoke faster than your brain was able to react.

Will blinked; clearly couldn't believe your words. "W-What?"

"Will... You were the first boy I fell in love with; ten years back. At first I thought it was foolish and youthful behaviour of my body, but then... Then you'd come around to spend time with my brother and... And I knew it wasn't. I had fallen head over heels for the best friend of Henry. Of course, I was way too shy and young to tell you. It was my secret." Will's eyes had widened; oceanic blues looking at you. Stunned.

"When you left, I buried my feelings for you. I thought they would stay buried, but when I saw you again, today... You already ruined me for every other man to come, Will." Shock and disbelief was written all over the vicar's face. He hadn't expected this to happen. Not at all. He didn't know. How could he?

"I have always wanted you." Those words were again merely above a whisper, but they urged to his ears nevertheless. Again, you let your palm rest on his chest; feeling his heart beat rapidly against his chest. Will gasped at the combination of your words and touch. He still couldn't quite believe it - and the rational part of his brain still tried to appeal to his conscience.

"Y/N, it..." He started to shake his head once more. "It wouldn't have been right. You were not even fifteen! It would've been wrong! For us to love each other and for me to take such a young woman's innocence!" Will inhaled deeply; running a hand through his hair. "By god, I... I was twenty-two! Don't you see how wrong it was?! How wrong it still is?!"

You honestly didn't understand what his problem was. It may have been wrong ten years back, but now?

"That may be right, Will, but..." You let your hand linger on his left pec for a moment, before you let your palm travel lower. And lower. And lower. Will's oceanic blue eyes followed your every move; widening when your hand settled on the zipper of his black trousers. "... you can take it now. I'm not a young girl anymore. I am a grown woman. Please... Don't deny me."

Your words send a shiver down Will's spine. A warm - almost hot shiver. The ends of his nerves sizzled and he could clearly feel the arousal start to grow within the pit of his stomach. Especially when he looked at your lust blown eyes; sparkling underneath the dim light under the street lamp.

Then you undid the zipper - and he felt a throb; something undeniably twitching alive. How... How in the Lord's name was he supposed to resist this temptation?

The answer to this question was found quickly... "Please, Will... Please..." You almost whispered; eyes full of desire, love - and want.

He couldn't.

Shaking hands reached for hips; pulling you swiftly closer. You stumbled against his chest - and before you knew what was happening, you felt Will's lips upon yours. This kiss was anything but innocent. It was fierce, passionate, demanding.

Somehow, you managed to open the main door and together you stumbled inside the house; lips - and hearts intertwined.

The world around the vicar stopped to spin when you sank together in the deepest oceans of pleasure. All he could feel was you.

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muddyorbsblr · 8 months

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kinktober 2023 – masterlist

Won't be doing all 31 days but rather I've set an initial goal of 5 stories from the 90 prompts I've seen for this year. If I reach those, then I have up to 10 stretch goal stories that I'll see if I can finish before the end of October.

Anything I don't will still be coming at a later date 🫡

fateful favors: love bites – Robert Laing x Reader circumstances of succumbency: bath/shower – older Magnus Martinsson x Reader remote consults behind enemy lines: formal wear – Tom Hiddleston x Reader friday nights & hot dates: slow & soft – James Conrad x Reader no resistance: fingering – President Loki x Reader

stretch goals

sex pollen – Robert Laing x Reader anonymous sex – James Conrad x Reader breeding – Will Ransome x Reader hunter/prey – Thomas Sharpe x Reader thigh riding – Jonathan Pine x Reader somnophilia cockwarming lingerie against a wall cunnilingus

#kinktober 2023 #robert laing x reader #magnus martinsson x reader #tom hiddleston x reader #james conrad x reader #loki x reader #will ransome x reader #muddyorbs writes

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Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Act When They Have a Crush (on You)

Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, and Jaguar Villain! Tom Hiddleston.

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent

Will Ransome having a crush on you would include him offering small bunches of flowers to you whenever he saw you. He would eagerly explain to you the names of the flowers and where they were to be found in Aldwinter. And he would love it whenever you showed interest in the topics he discussed during his weekly sermons at the church, losing track of time while he answered your questions and offered additional commentary.

Despite being very nervous about saying something inappropriate, Will also finds a way to give you a genuine compliment every time you meet, whether it's about the way you styled your hair or the color of your outfit.

When you're not around, he'd fantasize about what it'd be like to be intimate with you. Not necessarily intimate a sexual manner - he would imagine holding hands with you, reading to you while you were curled up in his lap, spending a cold morning under a warm blanket with you, and playing with his dog in the springtime. Will would dream of a life with you, and pray to God that He keeps the two of you together.

King Henry V from The Hollow Crown

King Henry's crush on you began during your betrothal to him. You were brought to meet him for the first time and your father signed the agreement solidifying your family's alliance to the young king of England.

With one look, Henry found himself bewitched by you, declaring that you must be a goddess like Venus or a maiden of heavenly beauty like Helen of Troy. After signing the agreement, Henry would take great interest in showing you around the palace (with a chaperone present of course. Medieval courting. XD). He'd study your face as the two of you went to different rooms - the gardens, the throne room, the library, the king's study - so he could figure out which places you liked the best.

After you had gone home, Henry would ask his men to find out everything they could about you: your favorite flower, your favorite food(s), your favorite fragrance. He wanted to make sure that your new chamber in the palace would be perfect for you.

He would take immense delight in seeing you smile, feeling his own heart skip a beat every time you laughed. When you were alone, he might nervously tell you a flirtatious joke, feeling relieved when you giggled. Maybe if he was feeling bold, he would sweet-talk you into holding his hand (with your consent, of course) and letting him kiss your perfect lips.

Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

("A god doesn't have crushes, Ruhi!"

"Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.")

Loki having a crush on you would include him showing off his tricks and illusions in the hopes that it would amaze you. He'd take great pleasure in making you laugh, whether it's through a witty joke or a prank (even if Thor is the butt of said prank).

He would be mesmerized whenever you showed off your talents, like singing, dancing, hand-to-hand combat, writing, or even vocal impressions. Loki would be your biggest cheerleader, applauding each and every time, encouraging you to hone your skills further. (Shit, now I'm thinking of Loki holding green pom-poms…what have I done?)

When he's alone, Loki would think about you, wondering if you liked him too. He might even keep a journal titled with your name, a dedicated place for him to write about all the details that he adores about you.

Loki would sometimes watch you from afar (not necessarily in a creepy, stalking way), and conjure little presents and trinkets to make you feel better when you were upset. He would grow jealous whenever another person tries to make a move on you, and would either intercept them or simply persuade you to turn your attention elsewhere.

For the record, it would take a bit of teasing from Thor (or Lady Frigga - dear autocorrect, stop changing her name to Fridge) in order to get Loki to confess his attraction to you.

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

Bill having a crush on you would include him helping you out whenever possible, carrying groceries to your home, making sure you got home safely at night, or letting you stand under his umbrella whenever it unexpectedly rained. (*insert Rihanna reference here*)

Bill would be keen to listen to you talk about anything, he absolutely enjoys the sound of your voice as if it were his personal radio show. And at home, Bill would gush about you to his parents, showering you with plenty of praise in your absence.

He would long for the chance to ask you out on a date but every time you say his name, his tongue goes numb and he forgets the words that he mentally rehearsed several times.

Caius Martius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

Caius having a crush on you would include him being surprised at first, thinking such a feeling to be beneath him. He is a general, he must always be in control (if you know which film this is from, tell me so I can give you a Tumblr hug).

He would take his time, keeping his adoration a secret, sending his servants to find out about your background. And every time he saw you in the town square, he would stare but quickly turn away once you caught him. Eventually, he would accept that his feelings for you were not some passing fancy but a genuine love for you. He would think about your charms, your beauty, your smile, and wish to have it all for himself.

When he is working, his army colleagues would tease him about his affections, badgering him with questions about you. Of course, Caius would be quick to lose his temper, barking at them to mind their own business.

Caius would try to get your attention by inviting your family for supper, sending a servant to your home bearing a letter that described his interest in you. He would have his servants prepare the best dishes for your family, knowing that he will need to make a good impression as a worthy suitor for you.

When interacting with you, Caius would speak in soft, dulcet tones, asking if you were enjoying the food and if you were comfortable. You would be the only person that could make Caius laugh, let alone smile.

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

Jonathan having a crush on you would include him conveying his affection through polite gestures, like asking about your day whenever you saw him in the lobby. He would listen to you rant about almost anything, like your favorite book or your favorite film actor. He would keep your favorite magazine reserved for you, save a plate of food if he knew you were going to have a long night.

If you were in the hotel when your birthday rolled around, he would use some of his savings to buy you a small present, be it a box of sweets or a piece of jewelry.

He wouldn't talk much about himself with you, given his dark, troubling past, but he would be very protective towards you. Jonathan would do anything and everything in his power to make sure that nobody hurt you, or used you as some type of bait to get to him.

Robert Laing from High-Rise

Robert having a crush on you would include him bringing coffee to you in the morning, just so he can see you before going off to work at the medical school.

He would remember each and every thing about your interactions. If you told him that your favorite scent was gardenia flowers, then he'd switch his usual cologne for one that smelled more like gardenia flowers. He'd even buy a tie that was your favorite color.

If the two of you were ever at a party, Robert would keep a subtle eye on you, prepared to knock anyone out if they ever got too handsy with you. He'd also silently hope that at one point during the night, you would approach him, a slow song would start to play, and you would put your arms around his neck, looking into his eyes…

Yeah, for someone who looks very detached from most things, Robert would be very, very attached to you.

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander

Magnus having a crush on you would include plenty of teasing from his work colleagues at the police station. In front of them, he'd pretend to be all tough about it, denying as much as he can. But on the inside, Magnus would literally be putty in your hands.

He would buy flowers for you, often leaving them at your doorstep because of his odd hours. Whenever the two of you happened to meet, Magnus would feel elated whenever you recognized him.

It would take some egging from his colleagues or even Wallander himself to get Magnus to stop admiring you from afar and just ask you out for a drink.

Oakley from Unrelated

Oakley having a crush on you would include him doing a lot of tricks to impress you (like backflips in the air or putting out a match with his tongue). He'd love to show off in front of you, even if it means his friends teasing him about it. He'd flex his muscles (he has them, right?), brag about how good of a swimmer he is, and act like he's not afraid of any challenge.

Behind doors, he'd also do a lot of the cheesy things, like writing your first name with his last name in a notebook, or listing everything he likes about you.

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

Thomas having a crush on you would include him stealing glances at you from across the ballroom while you socialize with other guests. In public, Thomas would do a double take whenever you walked by.

Even though his sister keeps an iron grip on Thomas, he would still find a way to offer you compliments. He would tell you about the beautiful color of your eyes, the loveliness of your hairstyle, and the aesthetic appeal of your outfit.

And in private, he would write letters addressed to you - letters that he may or may not ever send to you, letters entailing each and every thing he enjoyed about you, letters that described everything he wished to do with you. One of the letters consisted of his wish to dance with you under the stars of Paris, and hold you in his arms while you gazed at the Eiffel tower.

Jaguar!Tom Hiddleston

Tom doesn't have "crushes"; he's a pretty guarded person, so he either falls hard, or not at all.

Tom being interested in you would include him bringing you plenty of luxurious gifts (Godiva chocolates, Chanel perfume, the latest designer gowns, your own 2-bedroom flat in London) and making time for you in his busy schedule.

He wold always have his chauffeurs pick you up from work/school, just to make sure that you're in safe hands.

When you're together, Tom would enjoy stealing an occasional kiss and surprising you with romantic gestures. On your birthday, he made entire city blackout except for London Bridge, which was lit up in your favorite color. He even booked a private theater just for the two of you, and had a showing of your favorite movie or play.

And if anyone tries to hit on you or be inappropriate with you? Be prepared to hear about their "mysterious disappearance" on the news the next day.

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WRITTEN BY: A.Wölf.

SUMMARY: Father Thomas has been a faithful servant of God his whole life. One rainy night, he finds a woman covered in the blood of others and her own in his church and his world is overturned. Told by the priest himself, “The House of God” is a story that dwells in on the horrifying things humans will do for love and the transition from man of God to Devil’s advocate as one of the Vatican’s darkest secrets is unveiled.

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AMBIENCE: Cathedral library

NOTES: As usual, here I am reminding us that this is nothing but fiction and these actors are just portraying these characters I created. Also, no offense to any religion or religious people out there.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

CHAPTER I OF VI.

She came to me like a wounded animal. I was in the church library blowing out the candles before getting myself to bed on that rainy night when I heard the sturdy double wooden doors opening. I walked back to the nave— which I had already left in full darkness— so my eyes caught nothing. I approached the main entrance and peeked outside only for a few cold raindrops to fall on my head, but then thunder lit up the sky and us beneath it, and I saw it; a trail of blood on the concrete steps all the way into the church.

I could hear faint whimpers when the thunder died down echoing in the holy place. My mouth was instantly dry as I began to follow the crimson path, and only when lightning struck again, did I see her behind one of the pews, lying on the floor and pointing her gun at me with a shaky hand as the rain got heavier outside. This woman was out of breath and could barely hold her weapon up. She had dragged herself into the house of God soaking wet and on the brink of death, and as I took a better look, I noticed where the blood was coming from; a bullet wound in her stomach.

She seemed to follow my sight and looked down at herself.

“Fuck…” She cursed in a sigh full of pain but that didn’t stop her from glaring at me.

It wasn’t hard to guess that a threat was about to come out of her mouth but her lips parted and no sound came out as she blinked very slowly once, twice, and then she fell unconscious. What was I supposed to do? I didn’t know who she was or what she had done and yet, one look at her is all it took for me to want to protect her. I scooped her up in my arms, got closer to the altar and looked up at the immense crucifix above us; Christ looking down at me and reminding me the difference between good and evil.

I’m sure most civilians would call the authorities to deal with this situation, but a man of God would act accordingly and help this dying creature before anything else, wouldn’t he? I glued my eyes to the floor and took her to my bedroom.

She was unconscious for days.

I had managed to keep her alive by treating her wound, cleaning and bandaging it but she had lost a lot of blood. I feared that she would wake up in the middle of mass and I constantly found myself getting distracted throughout it, glancing in my bedroom’s direction. I would thank the lord whenever I went back to my bedroom and saw her still asleep. I spent my time writing or reading in my bedroom, close to her, looking at her over my shoulder while sitting at my desk; she was beautiful.

I wondered how someone so beautiful could be involved in this town’s horrid mess. We all knew about the mafia and the big names that ruled this place but she didn’t look the type… I sat next to her and placed my right hand on her forehead to make sure the fever had disappeared. She seemed to be healing. It was only a matter of time. Or so I hoped.

“You need to eat.”

I hadn’t really talked to her. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t even know if she could hear me. And I didn’t want the monks that lived here as well to discover my not so little secret. I forbid myself to even think about what would happen if they found out I had a woman sleeping in my bed.

She stirred all of a sudden.

CHAPTER II OF VI

I was writing under candlelight when I heard her coughing. I rushed to her side when I saw her trying to sit up with great difficulty, clearly still in pain.

“Easy.” I warned in a low voice.

She smacked my hand away when I tried to get closer, so I just reached for the water pitcher on the night table and poured her a glass instead.

“Here, drink this.”

I watched her do so in a desperate manner.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

But then I heard footsteps outside my bedroom and didn’t think, just acted; I covered her mouth with one hand and shushed. In a swift motion she broke the glass on the night table and kept a sharp piece of it to hold it right next to my left widened eye.

“Father?” One of the monks asked on the other side of the door and I noticed the way her eyes opened up. “Are you all right?”

We both stayed like that; my hand on her lips, her glass an inch from my left eye, but I stared into hers as I spoke.

“Everything’s all right. I’m getting ready for bed, brother.”

“I heard a strange noise, thought you had taken a fall.”

“I accidentally dropped a glass of water that’s all.” I rushed my lie then pushed in hopes that he would leave. “Blessed night.”

He didn’t utter a word and I feared he would open the door, so I couldn’t look away from the doorknob while a shiver ran down my spine at the thought of it turning.

“Blessed night, father.” He finally said and a wave of relief washed over me as I heard him walking away.

I looked at her and gave a reassuring nod.

“I’m going to let go now and you’re not going to make a sound or we’ll both be in a lot of trouble, understood?” I murmured.

She just glared at me and I noticed that her breathing was agitated but she was still firmly holding the glass. I slowly pulled my hand away and held up both in front of me as a sign of peace while I slowly got up from the bed to give her the space she needed.

“I don’t expect you to trust me—”

“I don’t even know who the fuck you are.” She cut me off yet respected the volume rule.

“Your gun is right there in the nightstand drawer.” I confessed while motioning at it. “By all means, point it at me if that makes you feel safe. I just need to find a way to lock the door.”

I turned and glanced all around the bedroom and I could hear her opening the drawer. I grabbed my desk chair and placed it under the doorknob, and I turned to face her just in time to see her furrowing her eyebrows when she checked the gun and it was still loaded. She then looked down at herself and the bandage around her torso.

“I took the bullet out and sutured the wound.” I explained. “Thankfully, it did not hurt any vital org—”

“What are you?” She asked with confused and narrowed eyes.

“I’m a priest.” I said. “But I did a lot of missionary work before I was ordained. I learned a thing or two about medicine during the war.”

“And why did you help me?”

I let out a quiet chuckle and looked at the floor briefly.

“What was I supposed to do, leave you to bleed out on the church floor?”

We shared a moment of silence but I could see that she was studying me and not once had she aimed her gun at me. I was sure however that one false movement on my part would probably cost me my life. I cleared my throat.

“We need to get some food in your system.” I changed the subject. “Let me bring you something from the kitchen, I’m sure I—”

“I need to get out of here.” She cut me off again.

I watched as she winced and groaned in pain when she brusquely tried to stand up.

“Don’t move. Your suture will come undone.” I warned a little too late. “Just wait a few more days. You can leave once you’re fully healed.”

“I can’t.” She retorted. “There’s still something I need to take care of.”

I sighed, suddenly feeling like the father of a stubborn teenager.

“Just wait a day or two then.” I said. “At least. So you can do whatever it is you have to do.”

She just stared at me but I thought I was getting through because she stayed on the bed.

“I’m going to get you something to eat. Now… can I trust you to stay here by yourself or are you going to run out and do something that’ll get me defrocked?”

I saw a hint of a smile as she looked down.

I came back with a warm bowl of canned soup, some bread and a few cheese cubes which was all we had in the kitchen since restocking day was still ahead of us. She was soon devouring everything. The fact that she had an appetite comforted me. It confirmed that she was in fact getting better. I tried to give her some privacy by sitting in chair in the corner and burying my nose in a book.

“So…” She said after swallowing a piece of breath. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I got shot?”

I glanced up and stared at her while I took my time breathing in and exhaling deeply while wondering if I truly wanted to hear this. I was certainly curious but I just didn’t think I needed to. I cleared my throat.

“No.” I said. “I think I have a pretty good idea of what goes on in this town.”

“And what is that…?” She asked while leaning slightly forward. “…Father? Is that what I’m supposed to call you?”

“The mafia.”

She arched and eyebrow and nodded slowly, seemingly impressed.

“And whose side do you think I was on? The good or the bad guys?”

“Is there such thing?” I scoffed. “I highly doubt it.”

“Maybe I was just caught in the crossfire.” She shrugged.

“With a loaded gun? Doubtful again.”

“Maybe I stole it to try and defend myself.”

I remained silent and tried to go back to my book in vain when she spoke once more.

“You’re quite judgmental.” She accused. “If you think I’m so bad then why did you save me?”

I snapped the book shut and stood up.

“It’s late. I’m going to bed.” I announced as I grabbed a burgundy blanket from the closet and adjusted myself on the small sofa chair as comfortable as possible. “Blow out the candles when you’re done, would you?” I asked while motioning at the candles beside her.

“How long was I unconscious?” She inquired.

“Couple days.”

“And you’ve slept in that chair the whole time?”

“Yes.” I answered as I covered myself with the blanket.

After a moment of silence, she placed her tray on the night table.

“My name’s Thomas, by the way.”

She blew out the candles and, in absolute darkness, she told me her name.

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