L . Laufeyson ★ Loki X Reader Oneshots

Write-tober Cramday: Midnight snack

▷ "Cum is just a pg word for creme de la penis."

  ▷ My apologies for all errors and typos

▷ Warnings: SMUT. literally, It's JUST smut. If you don't like unfiltered smut don't read. I added a bit of plot because I need some build up, I'm not good at writing no plot sex but trust me it's just smut. Do not read if that makes you uncomfortable

  ▷ Short notes: I'm sorry for dying I'll explain at the end. I didn't think this was good enough to post but sometimes enough is what you have and this is what I have. So i'll win you guys over with smut and maybe you'll love me again. I've gotten so many comments and messages, it's amazing how many people actually care if i'm okay. I want to answer and respond to all of them but I can't do it all in one day. I'm sorry, I promise I'll get to all of them when I can. More notes will be at the end of this chapter.

  ▷ Request: Tom + food porn =actual porn. Extra smutty, big boy and big girl words please :) 

    ▷ Disclaimer: No food was harmed in the making of this one-shot, we put food in our mouths here on Mother Eira's page not other orifices of our bodies XD

You woke up to orgasmic sounds that could have made an atheist do fourteen hail marys. The darkness of the room made you, an aggravated wife, roll over and glimpse at the bright red clock on your nightstand. You rubbed your eyes sleepily and sat up criss-cross in the master bed. Your eyes didn't even have to adjust before you felt the absence of Tom's body next to you.

It wasn't abnormal but even in your sleepy disoriented haze, it made your heart sink. You distinctly remembered your night owl husband promising to actually sleep instead of reading over lines until his eyes bled. You had drifted off to sleep hours ago trusting he would be asleep and in bed at two in the morning yet here you were. Part of you and your tired body screamed to roll over and go back to sleep. To hell with him and his terrible sleep problems, that was how you felt but life seemed to have other plans.

"Oh God," a husky groan spat out from the dim light coming from down the hall outside your bedroom. The sounds that followed were the kind you would hear when he was doing a sex scene and really ramping it up. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and you threw back the sheets all at once.

The comfort of your shared bed was long forgotten as your brain went on autopilot, "He had better fucking not," you said under your breath tripping and stumbling out of the room until you leaned against the doorway holding your head.

You had a sinking feeling you knew exactly what he was doing and who would eventually suffer for it. You squinted trying to let your eyes adjust to the bright white light bursting forth from the kitchen. Once you could see a bit more clearly you saw a tantalizing sight.

Tom was standing stark naked except for a towel around his waist inside the large modernized kitchen eating the cheesecake you had made only hours earlier directly out of the glass dish.