Awwwww that’s so sweet of you! I’ll get to it next time I have the time and the right mood for some Professor!Tom. :)
Oh wow, that’s… I’m smiling so widely now. Thank you! You picked a wonderful day to send this message, dear anon.
About your request: that’s something I’ve been thinking about, actually. I have ideas (many that I will never probably write because they’re too small; sort of like headcanons) about this whole “universe”, and that is one of those things. It’s not quite clear yet, but one day I will write that. Just need to sort out how. :)
Thank you so much! <3
Awwwwwwwwwww, thank you so much! This is such a lovely thing to hear, darling. Thank you. <3
I’m especially glad you enjoyed the Thor fics, I thought no one reads those. You’ve made my day!
Thank you for sending this message, and I hope you continue to like the fics. :)
A/N: Finally filled this prompt! A bit different from what I intended, but here it is. Thank you to the anon who sent it, I hope you like this! :)
Quite a few occasions of cursing in this one, for some reason. No warnings, explicit sexual content and language.
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It all started so simply. You and Tom had been forced to spend the weekend away from each other, from Friday all the way to Monday evening, as he would be taking part on a conference out of town, and you were stuck there, trying your best to finish the essay you had to write by midnight on Sunday.
Well, it wasn’t as simple as you had thought it would be, anyway.
A/N: My first Loki fic in ages!
Loki has taken you to his home, to Asgard, and is now, after two weeks, going to show you a new side of himself…
[AU, where Loki is the King of Asgard.]
Explicit sexual content and language, no warnings.
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"Now that you’re finally here, with me, I need you to understand something…" Loki said, his voice dropping into a whisper as he leaned closer to you, lips by your ear.
"You are mine. Mine alone. And I shall have you as I please… My servants will make sure you are bathed and presentable. Be ready at sundown.”
The instructions had come in a clipped tone, with an even voice and no hint of emotion whatsoever - other than the yearning you knew was boiling right under the surface of his skin. You had been in Asgard for about two weeks now, you weren’t even exactly sure of the time yourself anymore, for the days and nights seemed to blend into a mixture of passion and wonder, as you explored the kingdom and castle, and Loki explored your body and soul.
A/N: At least this one more drabble! :D
It is three weeks until you and Magnus are to be married, but one morning you get a big surprise that will change your lives… No warnings.
[Also, I’m going away for the weekend so consider this little thing something to hopefully make up for my absence. See you on Sunday! <3]
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It was three weeks until your wedding, until Magnus would be officially yours and you’d be his. Three weeks, and all the preparations and stress and worries would be over, and you could just enjoy married life with your husband. In other words, you could go back to normal life, meaning work, takeout meals and regular sex.
Or so you had thought.
Then came that morning, the morning you woke up with a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. It was more of an emotional than a physical thing, you knew that. Something wasn’t right. For a while you didn’t know what it was, and had time to turn around, kiss Magnus’s cheek and play with the curls at the nape of his neck… Then it hit you.
A/N: I know these drabbles and fics don’t come out in any kind of chronological order, sorry! This time it’s time for some big words. Who says them, you or Magnus?
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There was at least one thing you had learned in your job as a detective, and that was that after a particularly rough day or a difficult case, you needed to relax, unwind, throw you brain out the window for a while. To forget. Before, that need had been easily solved with a night out and your good friend Mr Alcohol, but lately… Lately all that had been replaced with sex.
And not sex with just anyone. Sex with Magnus.
A/N: You and Magnus practice your wedding waltz. And get distracted. ;)
Explicit sexual content and language, no warnings. Inspired by this gif by maria-morevna.
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"You keep stepping on my toes!"
“So do you.”
“No, I’m doing what were supposed to be doing, you’re not, so it’s your fault.”
“I told you I’m not a dancer…”
You sighed and let go of Magnus, taking a step back.
“If we’re going to dance at the wedding, we have to practice…” you reminded him, getting an exasperated sigh as a reply. Magnus clearly wasn’t as keen as you were.
“I know,” he finally groaned. “Okay, let’s try again.”
A/N: A follow-up for Awake?. The only warning is cuteness overload…
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She really was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And he had seen many things in his life. Many, many things. But nothing could compare to this. Not in a million years.
She was sleeping there, on the other side of the glass. She looked so peaceful. Not a worry in the world. He crossed his arms across his chest, simply staring at her with a warm, loving smile spreading across his face.
A/N: Yet another drabble. Sweetness, morning, sex, and a little (or not so little) surprise. :)
Sexual moments and language, no warnings.
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Sex with Magnus was always great. Or, fantastic, if you were completely honest. Absolutely fantastic.
So it had been this time, too, and you found yourself lying atop him, out of breath and pleasantly exhausted. His fingers lazily caressed your bare back, slowly running up and down your spine. You shivered slightly with the pleasurable feeling.
"That was good," you murmured against his chest.
"More than that, that was… Wow," he sighed happily, lifting his head up to kiss your hair.