#tom hiddleston texts

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Texts from Tom Hiddleston

Masterlist

36. Yours

Warnings: Smut, FLUFF A/N: It is with both pride and sadness that I say this is the concluding chapter to this series, (though I may write an epilogue). I hope you enjoyed it!

“Darling, we’re going to be late for our dinner reservation,” Tom’s voice called from your foyer. 

“Just a minute,” you responded from your bedroom while you put on your earrings. You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time before meeting your boyfriend, waiting (mostly) patiently by the front door, looking dashing as ever. “Hey, handsome.”

His face lit up when he saw you. “Hello, beautiful,” he purred as he pulled you in for a kiss. He tried to keep it chaste but you couldn’t help but slip your tongue between his lips while you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him in as close as possible. When the kiss ended, he opened his eyes slowly, looking dazed.

“Just a gentle reminder that we don’t need to go out,” you said sweetly. “We’ve waited long enough.”

He took a deep breath and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry, darling, but I’m going to do this right.”

“When have we ever done things ‘right?’” you asked, chuckling. 

“That’s exactly my point! I’ve never actually taken you out on a date!”

“You are more than welcome to take me out on a date after we’ve had sex,” you suggested, bringing your hands up to play with the open collar of his shirt.

He put his hands on your wrists and stroked his thumbs across your knuckles. “Will you please let me do this? I promise you it will be worth it.” He looked down at you with pleading eyes, the kind that made your chest ache a bit, and you realized he wasn’t just doing this out of chivalry. He was trying to make up for the last time the two of you had had sex, months ago, despite numerous attempts on your part to make him realize that you were both at fault for that night. If this is what it would take for him to forgive himself, then you would happily oblige.

“Okay, darling,” you replied, cupping his face in your hand and softly stroking his cheek. 

He kissed the inside of your wrist. “Thank you, love.” And with that, the two of you left for the restaurant. 

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Ever since you started dating Tom, even though you were fully aware that he was a celebrity, it never really felt like you were dating a celebrity. That is until your date that night. He had parked in a secluded spot behind the restaurant and the owner let the pair of you in the back entrance through the kitchen. You expected to be led to some sort of secluded dining room, away from the other customers. Instead, you stepped out into the main dining room, but there were no other customers. It was empty and the curtains were closed on large front windows to obscure the view of any paparazzi or other passers by. In the middle of the room there was a table donned with a white table cloth, candles, rose petals, and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice. 

Tom pulled out your chair for you to sit and then sat down across from you. You looked at him with wide eyes. “Tom, this is…” you paused, looking around the room. “…amazing! Did you buy out the whole bloody restaurant?”

He chuckled lightly. “You deserve it, princess. Besides, I like to keep my private life private. At least as much as I possibly can.” 

“I think we’re fairly well rehearsed at that by now,” you joked, winking playfully at him.

“Be that as it may,” he replied with a smile before turning a bit more serious. “I won’t always be able to protect you from the paparazzi and fans, though I will try my hardest.” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. He looked apprehensive. “I hope you’re prepared for that.”

“I am,” you responded without hesitation. You had actually thought about this a lot since you first started dating Tom. Back then it was a fairly significant source of anxiety for you, fearing that your boss or a parent of one of your students would find out about your relationship via a pap photo in some trashy tabloid magazine. But now that your relationship was no longer taboo, fans and media prying into your relationship seemed a bit more tolerable. More than that, it was a sacrifice you were more than willing to make to be with the man you loved. 

“And while I would love to have you on my arm for every public event I attend, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about walking the red carpet with you,” you confessed bashfully. “Though I’m not nearly as photogenic as you.”

Tom smiled and shook his head. “Are you joking? Darling, you should know by now how gorgeous you are. Your smile alone would have everyone enamored with you in an instant!”

You bit your lip in an attempt to hide your smile as you looked down at your menu, but he used his index finger to lift your chin back up to look at him and his voice dropped to a low timbre. “And don’t get me started on how wild it drives me when you bite your lip like that.”

Your breath hitched and you immediately felt a gush of arousal between your legs. You squeezed your thighs together as you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, Tom’s tongue darting out to wet his lips. You wanted to fuck him right there on the table and you were sure he wanted it too, but then he snapped himself out of it, clearing his throat and releasing your chin as he leaned back in his chair and smiled warmly at you. You smiled back, but you couldn't help but look a bit flustered as you adjusted yourself in your seat and the two of you began perusing the menu.

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Your dinner was possibly the best food you’d ever had, but it still didn’t quite take your mind off of other things. While you ate, your eyes wandered over his every feature: his jaw, down his neck, across his collar bone, and down to the little bit of chest hair peeking out from his open collar, imagining the trail of kisses you’d leave along that exact same path, and then lower and lower…

Tom’s voice saying your name pulled you from your trance. Your eyes snapped back up to his soft blue gaze. “I was going to ask if you wanted dessert, but I think you just answered my question,” he said with a grin. He signaled for the waiter and promptly paid the check before the two of you hastily made your way to the car.

Tom opened the passenger side door for you to get in, and then proceeded around the car to get in the driver’s seat. As soon as he shut the door behind him, you grabbed him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. The two of you immediately lost yourselves in it. With your lips firmly locked with his, you climbed over the center console to straddle his lap. Your hands in his hair, his hands roaming your curves, the two of you were panting and whimpering until you reached down to undo his belt.

“Not here,” Tom said, reluctantly pulling his lips away from yours and moving your hand away from his bulging groin. 

“Babyyyyyy,” you whined, grinding your hips against his. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Princess, will you please buckle up so I can take you home?” he asked sweetly.

You let out a conceding sigh. “Only if you show me how fast your jag can go,” you teased. You kissed him on the cheek and then climbed back into the passenger seat, giving him a smirk as you fastened your seatbelt.

He chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do.” And with that, he revved the engine and took off towards his house.

The car ride was filled with light touches and sultry giggles, and when you arrived at Tom’s place, he lifted you up as soon as the front door closed behind the two of you, hitching your legs over his hips and carrying you to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed with you in his arms and kissed you feverishly while you unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. Then you stood up in front of him and slowly peeled off your dress to reveal the red lace lingerie you had picked out for the occasion. 

He stared up at you in awe, his eyes roaming over your figure. When his gaze met yours again, it was so intense that you felt your heart begin to pound in your chest. You bit your lip and looked down at the floor. He stood up slowly in front of you, putting one hand on your waist and the other lifted your chin, encouraging you to look at him again. Leaning in close, he brought his lips to yours, caressing them tenderly. You closed your eyes and felt a warmth wash over your body from both love and lust as you kissed him softly. 

When your lips eventually parted, Tom swallowed hard as he slowly opened his eyes. “Lie down for me?” he requested quietly, lightly stroking his thumb across your chin. 

You nodded as you flashed him a coy smile, and then you laid down on your back on the bed. As you did so, he watched you intently while he took off his trousers and boxers. As soon as he was free of his clothes, he crawled on top of you, hovering over you possessively and kissing you deeply. You spread your legs and wrapped them around his hips, pulling him close to you. When you felt his cock glide against your clit, you moaned softly into the kiss, but he pulled away slightly to look at you. 

“Not yet,” he told you in a low, soft tone. “We’re going to take this nice and slow tonight. Okay, sweetheart?” With a feather-light touch, he rubbed his nose against yours. 

You simply nodded again, entranced by his intense affection. With his index finger he lightly traced the patterns in the lace that covered your breasts and stomach. 

“You look so sexy in this, darling,” he told you sweetly. “But I haven’t seen you naked in months.” 

Hooking his fingers under the straps, he began pulling your lingerie off of you while you wiggled out of it. After discarding it on the floor, he knelt on the bed in front of you, taking in the sight before him. He licked his lips as you parted your legs. Then he leaned down and captured your lips in another passionate kiss, his hand finding your breast and kneading it tenderly, occasionally brushing his thumb over your nipple. 

Eventually his lips left yours to place a kiss to the corner of your jaw, and then another one just behind your ear. A soft sigh escaped your lungs as you brought your hand up to gently caress the nape of his neck. 

His kisses continued downward, leaving a trail of tingling electricity in their wake: your neck, your collar bone, your chest. When he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples you gasped softly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. 

As he continued his descent down your body, worshiping every inch of you, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter in anticipation, until you finally felt his soft lips kiss your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief, as if he was putting aloe vera on a sunburn. You had forgotten just how good his mouth felt between your legs. Clearly he felt similarly because he moaned in unison with you when he licked up the length of your slit. 

“Fuck, I missed the way you taste,” he mused, his breath fanning your soaked cunt before he continued exploring it with his tongue. He lapped at your inner walls while his nose gently nudged your clit, driving you wild in the process.

With both hands in his hair, you tugged on his locks. “Please, baby,” you begged. You didn’t have to say any more than that. He knew what you wanted. He dragged his tongue up to your clit and slowly drew circles around it as he inserted one, and then two fingers into your channel, causing you to arch your back and moan. Then he wrapped his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked while his fingers curled inside of you, and that’s when you came tumbling over the edge. “Oh yes! Don’t stop! Fuck!”

He continued his actions until he felt you begin to relax, at which point he removed his mouth and fingers from your throbbing cunt and crawled back up to you, smiling down at you with his lips and chin glistening from your arousal. 

“How was that?” he asked, looking down at you earnestly as he stroked your hair. “Any pain?”

“None whatsoever,” you replied, smiling up at him. “It felt so fucking good.” 

A huge smile spread across his face. “Good,” he said as he leaned down to kiss you softly. 

As you kissed him back, you reached down between your bodies and wrapped your hand around his thick shaft, giving it a couple of pumps before gliding the tip through your slick folds. He let out little whimpers and huffs against your lips until finally he pulled away to look at you. 

“Are you sure you’re ready, sweetheart?” he asked softly, concern in his voice. 

“Yes,” you whined, bucking your hips. “I need you inside me so bad!”

He rested his forehead against yours, looking intensely into your eyes. “Tell me if anything feels even the slightest bit uncomfortable, okay?”

You cupped his face in your hands. “I’ll be fine, baby. I promise.” 

He rolled his hips slowly, gently pushing his length inside you until he was completely engulfed in you. You both groaned at the wonderful feeling. Then he stilled there for a moment and began giving you the softest little kisses. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “So much.” More kisses. “More than I can possibly express.”

“I love you too,” you replied softly, grinning widely against his lips while they caressed yours over and over in kisses sweeter than honey. 

You slowly began to move your hips, signaling to him you were ready for him to move, and he did just that. Slowly, he pulled back, and then carefully pushed forward again. You thought it was so sweet how gentle he was being with you. He repeated this over and over, all the while his lips lingered longer and longer on yours. A mix between a sigh and a moan escaped from your lungs and tangled with his own soft groans of pleasure as you were finally able to feel him move inside you again. You both kept that sensually slow pace for a while, reveling in the intense love coursing between your connected bodies, and then the tempo began to gradually increase. His breathing became more labored and his kisses sloppier. He moved his mouth to your neck, sucking almost desperately as he began to thrust into you. A breathy whimper escaped you with each snap of his hips, and you could feel the tension building in you, ready to release at any moment. 

“Tom,” you moaned, bucking your hips up to meet his at an even faster pace.

“Y/n,” he breathed needily in your ear.

You raked your nails across his back. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Please, come with me!” 

With a grunt, he lifted his head to look at you as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. You met his gaze as you felt a warmth spread through your entire body once again. You felt your muscles tense and the coil in your belly tighten until it suddenly snapped. Your cunt clenched and fluttered around his cock in what you were certain was the most intense orgasm of your life, but you kept your eyes on him as you watched him come undone at the same time. You cried out each other's names while you rode out your collective high.

When you began to come down, you smiled brightly up at Tom, who beamed back at you, and you felt your eyes well up with tears. They fell down across your temples, through your hair, and onto the pillow. You knew this might have concerned Tom, had he not had tears in his own eyes as well, which fell onto your cheeks as he placed another deep kiss to your lips. 

When your lips finally parted, he rolled onto his back, bringing you with him so that you were laying on top of him. You rested your chin on his chest as you gazed lovingly at each other and he gently stroked your hair. Neither of you said anything for a long while, until Tom spoke seemingly out of nowhere.

“Marry me,” he said, barely above a whisper. 

It took a moment to process what he had said. You searched his face for any sign that he was joking. When you found none, you thought perhaps you heard him wrong. “What?”

“Marry me,” he repeated with a soft smile.

You smiled broadly and chuckled. “You’re mad,” you replied casually, though surely he could feel your heart beating fast against his stomach. 

“I might be,” he replied, his smile never faltering. “Does that mean your answer is ‘no?’”

“I don’t remember hearing a question,” you retorted as you moved to lay on your side next to him, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking down at him.

He chuckled, tracing your curves with the tips of his fingers. “Are linguistics your only concern here?”

You cupped his face in your hand as your expression turned earnest. “I’m just worried you haven’t thought this through, that maybe you’re just caught up in the moment.” 

Tom bit back a smile, as if thinking of some private joke only he was in on. 

“What?” you asked with a giggle. 

“Close your eyes.”

You gave him a questioning look, but did as he said anyway. As soon as your eyes were closed, you felt the bed shift, and then heard the sound of his bedside table drawer open and shut. The bed shifted again as Tom laid back down next to you. 

“Open,” he said.

You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was Tom smiling back at you. He was lying on his side facing you, propped up on his elbow just as you were. The second thing you saw was the small black velvet box he was holding up in front of you. You looked at him wide-eyed.

“I bought this the day after we got back together,” he explained a bit sheepishly, looking down at the box. Then he looked back up at you. “So no, I’m not just caught up in the moment, but looking at you lying in my arms, looking more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen, I realised that I couldn’t wait any longer; I had to ask you now. But if this is too fast, I am more than willing to wait until you’re ready.”

“You still haven’t asked me anything yet,” you teased him, giggling through the tears in your eyes.

He laughed and shook his head at your adorable stubbornness that he loved so much. “Y/n,” he began affectionately. “I am more in love with you than I ever thought possible, and I couldn’t imagine my life without you. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?” As he asked you this, he opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen. 

For a moment you were speechless. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you grinned like an idiot until you remembered how to breathe. “Yes,” you choked out.

Tom looked at you in awe. “Really?”

This made you laugh. “Of course, you silly sod!” 

You kissed him hard on the lips, throwing yourself on top of him and knocking the ring, which was still in the box, out of his hand in the process.

“Darling,” Tom mumbled against your lips after a few moments of shameless snogging. You pulled away only slightly to look at him. “I can return the ring if you don’t like it.”

“Oh shit!” You quickly scrambled off of your new fiancé and looked frantically around for the little black box. As soon as you found it, you took the ring out and admired it fondly. “Sorry, baby, I got so excited! I really do love it though.” You were sitting on your knees facing away from Tom, and about to put the ring on, when you felt his chest press against your back

“May I?” he asked softly in your ear. He took the ring from your grasp and delicately slipped it onto your left ring finger before wrapping both arms snug around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Chelsea and Emma are going to freak out,” you thought out loud with a giggle. “Whether it will be in a good way or a bad way, I’m not sure.”

Tom chuckled in your ear. “Emma actually helped me pick out the ring.”

You turned your head to look at him. “She knew you were going to propose??”

“And I’m willing to wager she told Chelsea too.” 

“Those sneaky bitches!” You exclaimed jokingly.

“It turns out they can keep a secret after all.” 

He placed a light kiss to your shoulder and then he tickled your sides, causing you to squeal and giggle while you tried to squirm out of his grasp. Your reaction only spurred him on however, so he continued tickling you.

“Thomas William!” You attempted to scold him through your laughter. “Cut it out!”

Eventually you were able to wiggle yourself free, crawling towards your pillow in an attempt to escape, but Tom quickly pinned you down and resumed tickling you while he laughed into the crook of your neck. 

You shrieked and giggled until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay! Okay! Jötunheim!”

He stopped and lifted his head, looking at you amused. “Did you just use our old safe word?” he asked with a chuckle.

You smirked and giggled. “Maybe… it worked, didn’t it?”

He laughed and released your hands from his grasp. “Touché, my darling,” he conceded as he moved to lay on his side. 

You turned to face him, tangling your legs with his and laying your head on the same pillow, your nose almost touching his. 

“Do you remember what we originally used that word for?” Tom asked as he began running his fingertips up and down your arm.

“Of course I do,” you replied with a chuckle. “We tried so hard just to be friends.”

A smirk spread across his face. “Well, you did at least.”

You gasped and swatted him playfully on the chest. “You didn’t try at all?”

“I tried a little!” he said in defense. “But what was I meant to do? I was madly in love with you!”

“You were not,” you argued, rolling your eyes despite the huge smile on your face.

“Oh believe me, I was. Excruciatingly so.” Tom inched his face closer to yours, lowering his voice as if he was telling you a secret. “From the moment I met you, I was done for.”

You giggled at his dramaticism. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

“At the time, it was,” he said matter-of-factly. “I was doomed to love a woman who couldn’t love me back.” There wasn’t a hint of sadness or pain in his voice, but a pang of guilt resonated in your chest all the same, causing your smile to fade. Noticing this, he brought his hand up to gently caress your face, lightly stroking his thumb back and forth across your cheek. “Little did I know,” he continued, “that I would one day convince that very same woman to agree to be my wife.”

Your smile returned, a warm glow replacing the pain in your chest. “You didn’t ‘convince’ me of anything.” You softly rubbed the tip of your nose against his. “I promise you, Tommy. I am yours. I’ve been yours. Even when we were apart, I was yours, and I’ll be yours for the rest of our lives.”

Tom looked deep into your eyes, his lips just barely touching yours. “And I’m yours. No matter what. Forever and always.”

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[lokilevison]

thinking about how loki needed to rush out towards the gangway like that and shut the door on sylvie and mobius before saying his goodbye.

mobius wouldn't have let him go. he would have grabbed onto him like he always did – the way he always held onto loki for as long as he could, longer than anyone else would.

and he wouldn't have let loki go.

and in their final scene in the interrogation room we saw loki literally holding mobius' hand until the man dissolved in front of him.

loki wouldn't have let go either. that's why he needed to run out like that and shut the door on him. that's why he couldn't give him more of a goodbye. neither of them would have been able to let go.

i also think this is the same reason loki chooses not to freeze time in that final moment with his friends for a longer last look (because we know he's learned how to freeze time).

but he knows he may never unfreeze it if he does. and he has to do this before he can change his mind.

the one time he most wants to be selfish. and he can't.

[lokimobius]

Tom Hiddleston opens up the BBC's coverage of the Paris 2024 Olympics Games

[strangely-a-mcu-fan]

You all rejoicing about Loki's return have a faith in marvel I do not have. I do not trust them to do anything but kill him in a 30 second scene so they are able to freely play with the multiverse again

[dilfmobius]

LOKI 2x05 | "Science/Fiction"

[textsfromthetva]

+ a little bonus widdlewow

Loki + tumblr [212/?]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I asked Tom Hiddleston for an autograph but he taught me how to play baseball instead.

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Texts from Loki

TFL Masterlist

Complete Masterlist

Bye-Bye

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[lokilevison]

still thinking about that season 2 finale, wondering why i had to watch loki mount the steps to his throne when he should have been mounting mobius 🤔

i'll see myself out

[sacredfixation]

01 loki teases mobius for being mad, gets kissed about it, is never the same

loki keeps teasing mobius for getting angry like it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. walking too close, voice all velvety, murmuring things like "so much passion, I rather like it” and “oh, do that voice again” like he’s testing something.

except he forgets that mobius is a man of action.

one second, he’s smug and playful, the next, mobius has him pinned against the nearest surface, kissing him slow and deep, pressing him into it like he’s proving a point. and now loki is the one breathless, gripping mobius’ jacket like he’s trying to stay upright.

mobius pulls back, all smug and casual. “Something wrong, Loki?”

Loki. Is. Speechless. for the first time in his life.

[your-highnessmarvel]

Tommy's Girl

Requested by @bunnyanon: Hey, I would like to request a jealous Tom Hiddleston x y/n fic based on Jesse’s girl but by the end is with Tom. -🐇

AN: I REALLY HOPE that this was with the song rick springfield lMAO or else well, this is awkward.

Warnings: None, just some cute Tom pining after youuuuu

*gif not mine

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MASTERLIST

Tom watches you for a while before he understands that he likes you.

"So then, if you think I'm bullshitting, you have to yell it before the next person plays," you say.

"Of course," he answers.

"And then, if i'm not bullshitting, you have to pick up the entire stack!" you continue.

Here he is, pretending he doesn't know how to play bullshit. Because he has a massive crush on you.

You. One of his mate's brother's girl.

"Say that again," he says, pretending to be confused, leaning over the table as if he can't hear you over the noise of his friends around.

You proudly tell him the rules again, and this close, he can smell your intoxicating perfume.

He loves the way your eyes challenge him when he calls bullshit on you. He loves the way you laugh, squint your eyes, mouth stretched over your teeth. You're so careless, so clueless that he can't help but stare.

God, he wished you were his girl.

Every time your boyfriend would come to the table and kiss you on the cheek, Tom had to rip his eyes from the sight. Every touch, every inside joke, every whispered word - you should be sharing that with him.

But tom was a gallant man.

"Again, y/n!" he says, loudly, taking your attention away from your boyfriend.

You happily play along.

And every other time Tom and his mates hang, you're there, playing bullshit with Tom.

And every birthday party, every celebration, every holiday season - he wishes he had you.

And every wedding invite he opens in the mail, he begs the holy father above that it isn't yours.

Until his mate has a house party to celebrate his new promotion. And you're not there. But Tom's mate's brother is... without you. Your boyfriend, here, without you.

Tom has to be slick about this. Because he wants you so badly that he would rather cut his toes off than risk making any mistakes that jeopardizes his chances with you.

So he asks his mate with your boyfriend seems off. He tells Tom not to worry about it.

He tries to talk to that girl you hang with but there's no opening to bring you up.

So he calls his agent, gives him your name, and tells him he needs to return something to you. Just a phone number would do.

As soon as he gets the digits, he escapes the house and texts you.

where are you? -tom

where where?

Hilarious.

at Jason's.

Oh... me and my boyfriend broke up. i'm sorry, but i won't be coming back for another game of bullshit

Tom takes a second, relishing in that weird jealous feeling that was suddenly not a heavy weighted blanket over his shoulders.

please. can i see you?

You reply almost instantly.

yes

You weren't his girl by the end of that night, no. But Tom had admitted his feelings and given you the space you needed to heal. And by the next time an invite to his next movie's red carpet came in Tom's mail, he was happy to put your name down under his plus one.

[textsfromthetva]

+ bonus alt.

Loki + tumblr [190/?]

[thatsashitplan]

[warm-love-darkness]

♡Obsessed Loki boyfriend who demands you know who you belong ♡

As you gently climb on top of his engorged shaft.. excited to ride The God of Mischief. You wore a sexy thin thong & pushed it to the side so it would be easy for him .Loki grips your waist so damn hard. Making sure you slip deep into him.

This feels like a love spell of pure winter mist.

Him slightly biting his lips, " Who do you belong to darling ?"

You trying to keep yourself focused on his gorgeous eyes, " fuck... I belong to you!"

You can feel his entire length pumping you magically. The energy of a God who could easily destroy your pussy.

Loki as his pace gets wet & rough..., " I asked you who the fuck do you belong to...."

You moaning between heavy breaths.." You!....always..!"

How tightly you squeezed his shaft each and every movement.

Loki pushing you forward and back until your numb pussy can't take it anymore, " I REQUEST YOU TO ACKNOWLEDGE MY WRATH OF ENDLESS UNHOLY PAIN. SO LOOK AT MY LIPS PRECIOUS .....WHO DO YOU BELONG TO "

You rolling your eyes and letting go so he can power pound you endlessly, "....you my darling...GOD".

Loki angry and brusing your waist, " that's right princess...you belong to me.. your sweet pussy...if you leave me I swear I'll hunt you down...if you fucking try I'll make sure you get this thick cock in your throat next time".

You were so close to climax it was insane. His cold shaft warming up by your intense heat. Your nails clawing the fuck out of his waist.

Loki hushing out his groans.." That's my good girl keep riding me...I love you".

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶- 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓼

[proselles]

looking uup pagan gods. forgot. loki.

[marv-el-spot]

i need someone to hug Sylvie, please??

and by someone i mean Loki... and by hug i mean kiss her with all the passion and comfort he's holding every time he looks at her eyes.

thank you.