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yunggoblin · 6 months

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hi!! i’ve never done one of these before but i was wondering if you could write a fluff fic with loki or tom, you pick🙊

where he and gn!reader are slow dancing to Seasons by wave to earth, a beautiful, tender moment between them. you can pick the setting! pls tag me if you end up writing this <3

thank you :3

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Slow Dancing, Tom being sweet

A/N: Hi! @tessasaurusworld so, I just want to thank you for being the FIRST EVER to request something to me! I normally don't do this (just because no one has asked really) but I'm willing to give it a go! Okay, fair warning I've never wrote a fanfic about a GN!Reader but I'm willing to give it a try! So in advance I apologize if it's not the greatest but I love to write and fulfil anyone's request! I hope you enjoy! (If there are any pointers you'd like to give I'd love to hear them!)

The soft melody of Seasons by Wave to Earth played through the speakers in the living room, the song playing through out your apartment. You were cleaning the place up but needed music to do so, get you moving, energized and keep you in the mood to clean.

Then this song came on, one of your favorites to slow dance with your partner with. Tom was sitting on the sofa when he looked up after hearing the first note of the song, he instantly knew. Pulling you close to his figure he hummed softly while you laughed. "I love this song." You sighed into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face against him. He smelt of lavender, oak and coffee a perfect smell of the outdoors during fall time.

"I love you, Y/N." Tom whispered softly, his chin resting upon your head a you both swayed side to side around the living room. Your heart flutter when hearing him, you could never get enough of that English accent of his.

"I love you too." You mumbled against the cotton of his soft shirt. You didn't want the song to end so you held Tom tight and became comfortable in his touch. Forgetting about the dishes, the dirty laundry and anything else that was on your chores list, you fell even more deeper in love with Tom as you both slow danced with each other in the middle of the living room. "I love you so much." You repeated but in a softer tone than before.

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flightlessangelwings · 6 months

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Ktober 2023 Day 17- Praise Kink

Loki x gn!reader

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), body worship, oral, multiple orgasms, established relationship, no use of y/n

Notes- I purposefully wrote this with a gender neutral reader cause Loki does not limit himself to any one gender! And who wouldn't want to feel praise by him?! And I will forever use "lovely" as Loki's petname for reader after meeting Tom Hiddleston at a con years ago and that's what he called me!! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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“Oh my lovely,” Loki purred, “You look exquisite like this.”

Loki had you stripped nude and spread out on your back as he ravished your body with praise and kisses and touches. His eyes were blown black with lust as he couldn’t get enough of you. You were an insatiable craving, but he would spend every day working to satisfy. It was a challenge that Loki was more than up to.

“Loki,” you moaned as you surrendered yourself to him completely.

“Darling,” he kissed his way down your chest, “Your sounds are music to my ears,” Loki paused when he reached between your legs, “Now let me hear you.”

You cried out as Loki dove in, licking and sucking and nibbling every inch of you. Tears formed in your eyes as your mind swam in pleasure under his tongue. He found every spot that drove you wild, and he knew how to play you.

“Divine,” Loki murmured as he broke away, “Your taste is that of the nectar of the gods.”

That made you giggle, “Stop it,” you said playfully.

“I speak the truth, my lovely,” his tone turned sincere, “I could spend hours here savoring the taste of you.”

You whimpered as he dipped his head down once more and ran his tongue along every sensitive corner of your body. Your legs trembled as he hit the perfect spot and you cried out loudly. “Fuck! Loki!”

“That’s it darling,” he cooed, “Let go. Let me hear you scream,” he kissed your skin, “I’ll be here to catch you.”

Tears fell from the corners of your eyes as your climax hit like a volcano. You screamed his name as you came hard and you clutched the sheets for dear life as he worked you through your climax. Your entire body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you thanks to Loki’s excerpt tongue.

You gasped when he finally broke away from you, leaving you a heaving and panting mess, “Shit, Loki,” you breathed, “I’ll never get used to how good you are with your tongue,” you quipped.

That made Loki laugh softly, “And I…” he pushed himself forward to kiss your chest, “Will never tire of how lovely you are when you fall apart for me like that.”

Loki wrapped his lips around your nipple, flicking his tongue and sucking hard. You buried your hand in his hair as you arched your back and cried out in pleasure. His cold, soft hands kneaded your chest as he grazed his teeth across your nipple.

“Lovely,” he hummed as he kissed his way across your chest and gave the other nipple the same treatment.

“Fuck!” you moaned as you squirmed underneath him.

“That’s it, my darling.” Loki trailed his fingers down your chest until he reached your crotch once more, and as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, he pushed two fingers inside, “Fuck…” he echoed you as he pumped his fingers in and out.

“Loki… Ahhh…”

“Come on, lovely,” Loki cooed, “You can give me another one. I know you can.”

“Oh shit,” you tugged at his hair, eliciting a low growl from deep in Loki’s chest.

Wet sounds filled the room as Loki’s fingers thrust into you over and over and over again, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. As he whispered incoherent praises against your skin, your second orgasm hit, and it was just as hard as the first. Your juices plashed between your bodies as Loki pulled every ounce of your climax from your body as he could until you let out a low whine.

Carefully, he pulled his fingers out of you and kissed his way up your body, up your neck to your face, “Are you alright, my lovely?” he whispered as he kissed your temple.

“Yes,” you breathed, blinking your eyes open to meet his gaze. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the look of admiration Loki gave you, and even though you’d cum twice already, you felt like you were about to again just from the way he looked at you.

Without another word, Loki leaned in and kissed you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours immediately. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you pulled him closer, and Loki ran his hands up and down your sides, caressing your body tenderly. He moaned into you as he rutted himself against your body, and you sighed into his lips when you felt how rock hard his cock was.

“Darling…”

“Yes,” you interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to ask, “Please Loki. I want you… I need you.”

He pulled back and cupped your face, “Not as much as I need you, my lovely.”

The admission caught you both off guard, and for a moment you stared at each other wide-eyed. But, Loki recovered and launched himself in and kissed you deeply once more. This kiss was more heated, more passionate, more desperate, and you held him close as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready, my dear?” he asked in a low tone.

“I am,” you whispered back in a soft but confident tone.

Loki groaned as he pushed himself into you, causing both of you to gasp. Neither of you let go of the other as he rocked back and forth, thrusting his cock into you over and over again as your legs framed his body on either side.

“Darling… You’re incredible,” Loki stammered as he thrust into you faster, “So beautiful... So lovely.”

“Loki,” you moaned, “Feels so good,” you murmured.

Suddenly, you gasped as Loki hit that sweet spot inside you once more. He paused for a moment, watching your face in astonishment, before he pounded into you with fervor. More intolerant praise flowed from his lips as he felt his own climax quickly approach.

“Cum with me, my lovely,” Loki purred as he gritted his teeth.

Both your climaxes hit simultaneously, and you wrapped yourselves up in each other as you rode out your peaks together. Tears filled both your eyes between the pleasure and the emotions until either of you had any more to give, and Loki collapsed down on top of you with a grunt. Heavy breaths filled the room as neither of you wanted to move, and your hands stroked each other’s skin wherever you could both reach. Loki placed a series of light kisses on your chest as you let out a soft laugh.

“What is it, darling?”

“That,” you breathed, “Was amazing.”

Loki hummed in satisfaction, “That is was, my lovely,” he picked himself up to place a tender kiss on your lips, “That it was.”

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jiyascepter · 3 months

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Embracing Radiance

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Pairing: Loki x gn! reader

Words: 1.1k +

Warning/Content: slight angst but mostly fluff, insecure reader, the reader undresses in front of Loki (but nothing really explicit activity happening), established relationship, no use of y/n | lmk if there is more

Synopsis: Loki becomes a source of strength and love for the reader who faces body-shaming at work. Through tender affirmations and intimate kisses, Loki proves that beauty is all about embracing their unique radiance.

A/N: Sooooo my first ever fanfiction! Please note that english isn't my first language so there is a possibility of some errors. Hope you all like this!

The evening sun cast a warm glow across the city, painting the buildings in hues of orange and pink. As the day came to a close, Loki lounged in the living room of the apartment he shared with you, awaiting your return. The door creaked open, and he looked up to see you enter, a weariness etched across your face.

"Darling, you're home," Loki greeted, rising from his seat with a gentle smile. He could sense something was amiss as he observed the way you carried yourself. Your shoulders slumped, and your eyes, once filled with spark, now seemed clouded with a burden. You offered a weak smile in return, kicking off your shoes and making your way towards the living room. Loki walked over to you, concern evident in his emerald eyes. "What troubles you, my love? You don't seem okay."

You sighed, a heavy exhale escaping your lips as you sank into the plush couch. Loki took a seat beside you, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's just been one of those days, Loki," you confessed, avoiding his gaze. Loki tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "Tell me, my sweet, what has transpired to cast this shadow upon your radiant countenance?"

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to confide in him. "I overheard some hurtful comments at work today. People were talking about my body, making me feel like I'm not good enough, like I should change the way I look."

Loki's expression shifted from curiosity to indignation. "They dare to criticize you? By the Nine Realms, such insolence!" He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace, placing a comforting kiss on your forehead. "You are perfect just the way you are, and anyone who says otherwise knows not the true essence of beauty." You nestled into his embrace, finding solace in his words. "I know I shouldn't let their words affect me, but it's hard, Loki. It's hard not to internalize their negativity."

Loki lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Listen to me, my love. Their words hold no weight. You are exquisite, a marvel crafted by the gods themselves. Your spirit, your mind, and yes, your body—all are divine. Do not let the shallow opinions of mortals lose your perception of self."

A small smile played on your lips, appreciating Loki's unwavering support. "Thank you, Loki. Your words mean more to me than you can imagine." Loki's eyes softened as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. "You are my heart, and I will not allow anyone to dim your light. Now, let me show you just how breathtaking you are."

With that, Loki stood, offering his hand to lead you to the bedroom. Intrigued by his proposal, you followed him, the warmth of his hand comforting. As you entered the dimly lit room, candles flickered, casting a soft glow that danced upon the walls.

Loki turned to you, his gaze filled with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "Undress for me, my love, and let me unveil the beauty that is rightfully mine to adore."

A hint of blush colored your cheeks, but there was a magnetic pull in Loki's gaze that made you feel desired rather than self-conscious. You slowly removed your clothes, each garment falling away as Loki watched with a hunger that wasn't merely physical but emotional—a yearning to connect with the vulnerability you shared.

Once you stood before him, exposed in more ways than one, Loki's eyes roamed your form, appreciating every curve and contour. He stepped closer, tracing his fingers delicately along the lines of your body.

"You are a masterpiece." he whispered, his breath sending shivers across your skin. "From the curve of your neck to the gentle slope of your shoulders, every inch of you is a testament to the divine artistry of creation."

Loki dropped to his knees, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your foot. "This, my love, is a symbol of your journey—the paths you've walked and the steps you've taken. It is beautiful."

He continued his trail of kisses, looking up from time to time stealing glances of your reaction, moving upwards with each gentle caress. "Your knees, strong and resilient, have carried you through the storms of life. They are a testament to your strength."

His lips lingered on your thighs, and he spoke with reverence, "These, the canvas upon which life's tales are written. Every scar, every mark, tells a story of battles fought and victories won. They are a testament to your courage."

Loki stood, his eyes locking onto yours. "Your hips, a gateway to passion and pleasure. They are a celebration of desire and a testament to the allure that lies within you."

He circled his arms around your waist, pulling you close. A shiver runs across your body as his cold fingertips touch you. "Your abdomen, the core of your being. It houses the fire that fuels your spirit."

Loki pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone. "Your chest, the home to your heart. It beats with a rhythm that is uniquely yours, and it is a testament to the love that defines you."

He looked deep into your eyes, his voice softening. "Your arms, the embodiment of your embrace. They offer comfort, strength, and support. They are a testament to the love you share."

Loki brought his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, the intensity of his emotions conveyed through the connection of your mouths. "And your lips, my love, are the seal of our love—a testament to the union of our souls."

As he spoke, Loki's words became a soothing balm, healing the wounds inflicted by the world outside. With each kiss, he unraveled the layers of insecurity, leaving behind a trail of affirmation and adoration.

"You are magnificent." Loki says, his eyes locking onto yours. "Do not let the opinions of others taint the truth of your worth. You are a celestial being, and in my eyes, you will forever shine for me."

Loki's words and soft kisses ended you flustered, and your body as always, asking for more. It was an intoxicating blend of mischief in his eyes along with his tender touch. The weight that had burdened your spirit began to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of confidence and self-love. Loki's words had the power to transform, to elevate, and you found yourself grateful for the depth of his understanding and the sincerity of his love.

In the arms of Loki, you found not just a lover but a partner who saw beyond the surface and cherished the essence of who you truly were—a radiant soul worthy of love and admiration.

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eatmyscepter · 2 years

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Is that not enough?

pairing: loki x gn!reader

tags/warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, hurt reader, reader is basically wanda in this scenario

words: 1,302

summary: after loki died fighting thanos, you became obsessed with bringing him back.

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You screamed so loud, you were sure that your throat was injured. You could even taste the salty tears running down your face. It was an overload of sensations. The strongest however, was agony.

Watching your partner get brutally murdered is a pain that no one can even imagine, until they experience it. And now that you have, you can’t stop imagining it. It’s all that plays in your head.

Sure, you lost a few of the other Avengers, the people you somewhat called a family. But they died as heroes. People will mourn them. Make memorials for them. Thank them for saving the world. And Loki? No one even acknowledges his sacrifice. Not even the remaining Avengers.

That is what made the pain worse for you. You were the only one mourning the loss of the tricker god. Even Thor seemed to forget.

So, you did what any mourning partner would do, you tried to find a way to bring him back.

You did your research at Kamar-Taj, having spent years there training with the Ancient One. No one would suspect a thing. But, it’s not like your doing anything wrong. Right?

As you were looking through the books in the restricted section, you found a spell. A spell that could potentially bring back the dead. That was enough for you.

You took the spell book and headed to a secluded area, a cottage in the mountains. You hoped no one would find you there. But, that wouldn’t matter. It’s not like you were doing anything wrong.

You spent days and nights in that little house, perfecting your magic. You needed him back. And you were going to make sure you got him back. After all you have been through, it’s what you deserved. You deserved to be happy.

Back at The Sanctum, Stephen could feel something. He didn’t know what, but it was a bad feeling. He looked for Wong, wondering if he could feel it too.

“Something is wrong.” Stephen said once he found Wong, the new Sorcerer Supreme.

“Yes, I felt it too. I’m sensing dark magic.”

“Dark magic? A lot of people use it, so why are we sensing it this specific time?” Stephen wondered. Okay, it definitely felt like something was up.

Wong shrugged, feeling defeated. This made no sense. Why were they both sensing it this time? It had to have been for a reason.

Perhaps someone they knew was using it. Stephen went through a list in his head of magic users he was close to. It was no one at Kamar-Taj, he or Wong would have seen the magic user being corrupted.

Wanda? Sure, she had motives, but he didn’t think she was the issue. Even if it was Wanda, Stephen wasn’t that close to the girl, so he didn’t know why he would feel her being corrupted out of all people.

Maybe Y/N? They also had motives. When he thought of it, Stephen was sure it was them. He was close to Y/N, since they have been training at Kamar-Taj the same time as Stephen.

Stephen turned to Wong, his eyes lighting up, happy to have finally figured out why he’s been feeling weird the past couple of weeks. But not happy that his theory was probably right. He dreaded what he might have to do to stop Y/N.

He stated his theory to Wong, who agreed that Y/N was the most likely. They both knew Y/N after all, and were very close to them.

The sorcerers decided to investigate in the morning. Y/N was a very powerful magic user, so they needed to be rested and ready to do whatever necessary to stop the magic from corrupting Y/N.

The following morning you sensed a presence. It wasn’t just any presence, it was a sorcerer. Or perhaps two.

You walked to the front of your cottage, and looked through the window. Your eyes searched for the intruders. There, you spotted them. Stephen and Wong.

In the back of your mind, you knew they would come sooner or later. Being a magic user meant you could sense other ones. Especially ones you had a relationship with. Another reason why your lovers death was so tragic to you, you could feel his magic and life slipping away. You shuddered at the memory.

While you were in your own head, Stephen created a portal into the cottage with his Sling Ring. Being startled by the act, you flinched as you turned around. An orange glow coated your hands as an act of defense. Stephen and Wong did the same.

The three of you stood in the small living space, hands covered with the orange magic. You looked side to side, between the two of them. Your eyebrows going up in question. You haven’t done anything wrong, so why were they here? Another Avengers level threat maybe?

As the group stood there in silence, waiting for the others next move, Stephen studied your face. Dark bags under your eyes, chapped lips, a light coat of sweat over your entire face. Something was definitely up.

Stephen was the first among you to speak. He said that he could sense you being corrupted since you started using the dark magic, and that he only wanted to help you. You weren’t buying it. Something was telling you to get rid of them, as they were a threat to you getting Loki back.

You listened to that voice in your head and sent a ball of magic towards each of the sorcerers. Stephen tumbled back, but Wong put up a shield and deflected the magic back at you. You soaked in the magic, sighing in relief as you did so.

“Why are you doing this, Y/N? You’re not a bad person, I don’t understand!” Stephen shouted as he got up off the wood floor.

You just shook your head and furrowed your brows. They didn’t understand. You loved him. You cared for him more than anything in the world. Anything in the multiverse.

“I need him back. You don’t get it and you never will. He was the only one who truly cared for me. And no one but me cares that he’s gone! No one!” You said, your voice breaking a bit.

“Loki died protecting you and his brother. He protected you, knowing what would happen. He died knowing that you would be safe. Isn’t that enough?” Stephen shouted at you.

“No."

Stephen and Wong looked at each other, nodding in agreement. You furrowed your brows, questioning what was going to happen next. Wong took your Sling Ring as Stephen changed the cozy cottage you were in to the Mirror Dimension.

Your eyes went wide, full of panic. Shit. You wouldn’t be able to escape the Mirror Dimension without your ring. You lunged towards Wong, but he disappeared. You could hear him sigh behind you. You turned to see them both standing there, a disappointed look on each of their faces.

“You will stay here, until we see it fit for you to come back.” Stephen stated, it was definitely not a suggestion.

“I never did anything wrong! I was just trying to bring him back. Is that so bad? To be happy?” You asked.

“You were being corrupted by dark magic, Y/N! So yes, there is something wrong with that.”

When the two sorcerers left, you sat down on the floor with your legs crossed and head in you hands. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. You were supposed to get your lover back and life was supposed to go back to normal. But now, there was nothing you could do except wait around until they came back. Maybe by then, you would have a better plan.

notes: hey!! i posted this on ao3 a while ago, but i thought i would try posting it here. it’s definitely not good lol. this is my first time posting a fic on here! so uh leave a little like thingy if you enjoyed!! btw, im working on a jack russell (werewolf by night) fic right now, so keep an eye out. im actually super proud of it, so far.

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 2 years

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Take Me Home

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Summary: They needed to be at home Pairing: Choose your own adventure! Pick your own character x Gender Neutral Reader Warnings: Fluff, stressed reader, tears, overwhelming feelings, sadness. Word Count: 353 A/N: I want to apologize in advance because this is my first time writing in gender neutral. So, if there's any mistake regarding the pronouns, please let me know; I'm trying to be more inclusive with all the readers out there. Also, BIG THANKS to my babies @fictional-affairs, @writercole, @waywardbaby and @moosekateer13 for supporting me with this writing. I love you lots <3

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"Pick me up, babe; please take me home," said the text message I received from them. I had to read it twice to be able to move; the first time I read it, I felt instant guilt, they were there because of me, because I insisted them going, I should've insisted more on staying with them. I knew this was going to happen.

"I'll be there in ten minutes" I texted back and grabbed the keys of my car.

The whole trip to that house I was flooded with feelings of regret, this was wrong, I knew it and didn't say anything. It was my fault; they were probably feeling stressed and overwhelmed.

It was always the same, they went for a visit and they ended up curled up on the couch overwhelmed and feeling like a burden. That's what their family always did, make them feel like a burden when in reality they were the perfect human being their parents could never appreciate. It was sad they couldn't see what made me fall in love with them.

As soon as I got to the house, they were outside, already waiting for me; it was terrible, I knew it. They entered the car and sat in silence. I didn't say anything and drove back to our place.

When we arrived, I waited for them, but they just went to our room, so I decided to pamper them a little, they deserve it after all.

I entered our room and they were already in bed, fidgeting with their fingers. "I made it just like you like it," I said to them and brought the faintest smile to their face, at least they weren't mad at me.

We got ready in bed with our backs touching the headboard of the bed, I hugged them and they started to cry, I just held them, that's what they needed.

After a little they looked at me, "thank you" they said, I smiled and kissed them, "it's okay" I said and they started to shake their head, "thank you for being my home" they added and kissed me.

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goldpomegranates · 2 years

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solid grip

007!Male!Reader x Bond Boy!Tom Hiddleston

Rated E for explicit sexual content, dubious consent, & voyeurism WORD COUNT: 2.2k also on AO3.

Playing wrangler to another double-0 would normally be child's play, but when a crime lord sets her eyes on Mr Hiddleston thanks to his natural charm and insistence of being a gentleman, the assignment gets dicey. He plays the role of seductor to perfection, and much to your dismay, all you can do is watch.

—x.

MI6 gives him a gun. It comes as no surprise really, following the events at Monte Carlo and the narrow escape that cost you two months’ worth of off-duty physical therapy in order to regain feeling in your right arm. No doubt he’s learned how to use it in that time, has eased into how his own limbs should move in close-quarters-combat. He’s sharp-eyed, quick witted, and one hell of a fast learner. A little bit much for just being a secretary shipped off to play Bond Girl to your 007, but you’ve never complained.

Thomas certainly has, but he forfeited the right to do so the moment he took that gun from Q. Packing power beyond most conventional handguns, the Beretta is tailored to his specific biometric data, its grip and barrel modified to sit comfortably in his hands. The way his long, slender fingers wrap around the polished surface, forearms straining against the recoil during target practice has been distracting, to say the least.

Unfortunately, the gun is only the start. At times, he is his own deadliest weapon, if even by no choice of his own.

You keep an eye on him from behind Q’s desk, the camera feed unrealistically crisp for a tiny lens perched in a nondescript corner of a cramped room. The audio feed is less grand, and the situation is dicey.

In the back room of a nightclub in London, another double-0 is playing the good girl card, her voluptuous chest and thighs barely reigned in by the sleek red evening dress she’s wearing. Tom hangs on her arm like a protective boyfriend, trying to sell the ruse to the crime lord currently dealing them an offer. Drugs, weapons, state secrets, the usual.

Said crime lord, also a lady of astonishing build and beguiling presence, eyes them both with interest beyond the professional kind. She’s playful, waving baggies below their noses as her hulking bodyguards wield assault rifles by all exits. It’s meant to be a reconnaissance mission, a quick in-and-out, but she’s taking too long to crack, and your people are getting antsy.

“Get me a name, double-0,” you say, applying just a hint of pressure. Neither reacts, but you know they’ve heard you.

You are not a handler, neither are you a supervisor, but this was meant to be your assignment had you not taken a bullet for the secretary. Q was, miraculously, on vacation, and as devoted to Queen and Country as MI6 is, the true voice of the people was the five hundred pound note. Especially the five hundred pound notes you swiftly slid into the home team’s pockets in order to grant yourself a say on the mission.

“—another type of payment,” the lady says, a feedback loop leaving your ear ringing.

Tom steps aside, awkwardly wringing his hands as the crime lord takes the double-0 by the hips and kisses her cheek. You make nothing of it, all agents have trained for this kind of scenario, but it dawns on you that Tom isn’t, in fact, an actual agent. He’s a glorified sidepiece, a decorative charm planted, in this case, to make his female counterpart come off as powerful.

You’re about to offer a warning but he interrupts the two women, hands to his chest with concern clear across his face. The mics are barely holding on and, had the Quartermaster been at HQ, he would’ve found a way around the problem. Instead, it’s just you on visual, a gaggle of runts on the ground, a double-0 in a bind, and a secretary who thinks he can retcon a potentially disastrous situation.

“Sinclair, don’t let him,” you tell the double-0. “Hiddleston, I’ll make sure this is the last field mission you ever see.” In hindsight, you figure that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

There’s a reshuffling of people, quick conversations, and snappy commands, and you watch in abject horror as the bodyguards mill out of the room with the double-0 in tow.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You are usually a tad more composed in these kinds of situations, but you have zero faith in Hiddleston getting the name you need when oftentimes doing so requires techniques you know the man won’t be able to stomach.

To inflict torture, one must first be subjected to it.

The bastard was too much of a gentleman to even consider the option, but his English sensibilities were definitely questionable when you witness him curl a finger beneath the crime lord’s chin, slowly tipping her face up to look at him. Her hands grip the front edges of his jacket, her blood red lipstick glossy under the room’s lighting. She smiles at him, eyes squinted with copious amounts of suspicion, but she seems appeased for the time being.

She sits on the couch in front of him, her legs crossed, and beckons him forward with a finger.

You count the hidden weapons in the room.

It shouldn’t bother you. You’ve seen it before, have sat through far more grotesque situations. You’ve trained for this. You all have. It’s your job to give it all for the assignment, no matter the cost.

In some cruel twist, the mic picks up everything. The rustling of fabric as acrylic nails play with his belt, the ripple of a zipper, the shocked gasp. You could take the headset off, but you don’t. You shouldn’t in case she breaks and gives up the name of her supplier.

“Very chivalrous of you,” she says, and you can see the movement of her elbow, can imagine her hand wrapped around him, “giving yourself up to protect your girl’s honor. Although was that truly the reason?”

Tom’s back is to the camera, his feet wide apart for balance. She leans forward and his head tilts back, eyes fluttering. You can’t see that last part, but you’ve had him in a similar situation, beheld the way he wore pleasure when teased.

“The world needs more men like you,” she continued, before the sound of a moan around a mouthful came through the headset. She pulled back, putting her hand back to work. “Whores, I mean. Good looking ones with proper manners and a deep-rooted desire to get thoroughly fucked.”

He makes an indignant sound and retaliates by taking a fistful of her long hair. She takes it in stride, leaning into the grip as she jerks him off.

“Do you have anyone back home? No offense, but you and that woman hardly have any chemistry. You couldn’t fool a blind woman if you wanted to.”

She goes in with her mouth again, this time staying there for a long moment.

You look away from the screen, disgusted by your interest. The hot, heavy pulsing between your legs something you will have to program out of your system in the near future.

You have played it fast and loose these past several months, courting Tom in some sort of acquaintanceship with benefits fantasy. Despite never truly sleeping with him, always stepping away when things got too heated, this nagging possessiveness grew exponentially pervasive.

It’s not part of the job. It could never be a part of your life while on the job. The only friends you could afford to name were your Quartermaster and M, and those were just your work buddies at the most. Lovers were few and far between, the occasional hit and run to let off steam, something that has become unnecessary when training and field work were just as effective.

But here was Mr Hiddleston getting under your skin, getting felt up by someone else under your supervision, apparently enjoying himself going by the way he enthusiastically removed his jacket.

And the sounds he made. Maybe he was adept at torture, just not the painful kind.

You look back at the monitor out of the corner of your eye and see that they’ve moved. For the love of everything holy, he’s sitting on the couch, trousers undone and cock in hand. She’s hovering over him, knees on either side of his thighs, dress bunched up in her hands.

You can’t bear looking anymore, but you do. You do. The way his hands hold onto her back, guide her in a graceless bounce that looks as sloppy as it sounds, the way he thrusts up to meet her has you gripping the edge of the desk.

The rub of fabric over the mic is grating, but it isn’t enough to obscure his thoughtless ramble and her vicious whisper. A whisper that puts you on high alert again, eyes and ears open. “Quite the show for your mates back at MI6, I reckon,” she says with a laugh, cradling his face in her hands. “Should I tell them?”

“Don’t,” Tom says, momentarily clear.

“Should I tell him?”

Your knee stops its jittering, your entire body going still. It has to be a coincidence, you tell yourself, digging through the scene in front of you. She’s cunning, everyone on the case knows this, and she will say anything to get under anyone’s skin. Just because she is able to read him doesn’t mean she knows him.

“So, it is a boy,” she says, gasping, breathless. “Is he as charming as you? Oh! Is he a double-0?”

Through the haze, Tom’s eyes momentarily flicker to the camera. She doesn’t seem to catch him doing so, but you do. Your finger hovers over the metaphorical panic button, the one that will send everyone in the vicinity crashing into that fucking room and run damage control. The situation has now gone from precarious to dangerous, and you refuse to get another red mark on your ledger.

“Is he watching us right now? Can he hear us? Why don’t you go ahead and tell him how tight I am, how hard you are inside of me?” She leans back, her hands on his knees for leverage. And that’s good. Her hands are preoccupied, nowhere near a weapon. “Is it me? Or is it the thought of him watching that has you dripping?”

You cross your legs, expression schooled despite the absence of eyes around you. Maybe Medical was right and you should have taken a proper leave, at least until the remnants of painkillers and whatever other substances had left your body. You spare a thought to James and how he would have handled the situation, or any other double-0 for that matter. Hell, you even consider reaching out to Moneypenny for advice and your thoughts are drifting.

The headset crackles with the sound of a voice that isn’t Tom’s, but someone else on location. You catch a hint of your name, and a choppy question you take to mean whether or not they should move in. The answer makes itself impossible when on the other end all you can hear is the debauched cries of two people—one of which you wish was you and that is a problem. That is a big fucking problem. Playing around with the secretary is one thing but getting defensive about said secretary clearly enjoying a quick shag on the job is so far out of bounds you momentarily consider reassignment.

“Do not engage,” you say, and in return you get Tom’s sweet gasp.

The lady has wrapped herself around him, and while his hands rest at her back, pressed together, he’s staring at the camera. His gaze is steady despite the sultry part of his lips, his movements slow and measured. He leans back enough to lift her dress and show you where they meet, the slow glide of him moving in and out of her, the heavy weight of pleasure on his face.

You dig deep for that iron control that landed you the position. Back ramrod straight, you tell yourself the reason why you’re resting a hand over your thigh is for balance, a grounding touch, and not at all because you came close to pressing a palm against your groin. Shifting in your seat provides no relief, accidental pressure sending you to your feet.

Leaning over the desk, hands firmly splayed over the high-tech surface, you breathe evenly through your nose as you continue to listen. The woman’s frantic panting, Tom’s pleading as his voice goes higher than you’ve ever heard it before, and you want it. You want him.

The finishing blow leaves you lightheaded, his long and ragged moan stroking the deepest parts of you until it echoes inside of your stomach. The aching throb between your legs has not gone away and you will do nothing to remedy it, just suck it up and keep going, get your agents home safe.

“Disengage,” you say over the headset, ignoring the waver in your voice. “If she’s not giving it up after that, there’s no use in pursuing. We’ll find another way.”

The crime lord whispers into Tom’s ear, and you can see the moment it happens, the triumph in his eyes telling you that he got it, that she broke at the last second, but you know better. There’s no dick good enough to surrender an empire over. Whatever that woman has up her sleeve will come at a steep cost. But some bridges can be allowed to stand through the night.

“Get yourself cleaned up, Mr Secretary. Our men are on the move.”

#tom hiddleston/reader #tom hiddleston/you #x male reader #x gn reader #jag!tom #james bond au #c's writing.#reader insert #series: house of aces

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welcometomyoasis · 7 days

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There's nothing tea can't fix | jeon wonwoo

Synopsis: When you’re drowning in work, your boyfriend knows just the thing to cheer you up - tea. Wonwoo x gn! reader | fluff, comfort | 0.7k words | warnings: stress | not proof read A/n: if you are wondering why Wonwoo sounds like Tom Hiddleston, i was reading loki fanfics haha

Wonwoo was good at everything. But if there was one thing Wonwoo was exceptionally good at, it was that he was very in tune with your emotions. No matter how much you tried to keep your emotions in check, or how much you tried to downplay how much stress you were under so you wouldn’t worry him, he knew.

He was observant like that. He knew you were stressed from the way your jaw clenched as you stared at the computer screen. He knew from the way you mindlessly looked for snacks around the kitchen. Also, he definitely could tell you were stressed from the way you tossed and turned endlessly in bed over the past few weeks.

It all came to a head yesterday when he arrived home to see you hunched over your desk, harshly rubbing your hands over your eyes to ease the tension. He saw the way you looked up at him, smiling as if nothing was wrong despite the redness in your eyes, and the faint streaks of tears that still lingered on your beautiful face.

So today, Wonwoo vowed to take you out for a break. You needed one desperately so you could rest physically and emotionally. It took a lot of coaxing and pleading on his part before you finally agreed to go out. And that was only because he swore that he would bring you to the library so you could still do your work, just with a different location.

“Wonu? Love? This isn’t a library…” your voice, laced with confusion, broke Wonwoo out of his train of thought.

Wonwoo held your hand tighter, bringing you closer to his side. He chuckled, “Oh but it is a library.”

You turned to take a look at what was before you. It was a luxurious looking room, full of tables covered in cream coloured linen cloth. The chairs were velvet, and there was a delicious, rich floral aroma in the air that wasn’t too overwhelming. Waiters dressed in suits fluttered around the room, topping up the patrons’ champagne flutes and tea cups. Near the far end of the room, there were rows upon rows of enamel tins. You watched as a member of the staff lowered a tin, opening it to scoop a tiny portion of tea leaves into a fancy looking glass teapot.

You gave Wonwoo a tiny accusatory glare, though you were unable to stop yourself from smiling, “Wonu? What have you done? This is a tea room, not a library!”

Wonwoo inclined his head regally, “Well yes this is a tea room. But it is technically also a library of tea.”

Laughing, you exclaimed, “Wonu you tease, you’ve been spending too much time with Jeonghan.”

Wonwoo simply shrugged his shoulders, “Love, you were so stressed. I appreciate that you’re trying not to worry me but it’s not healthy to keep your feelings bottled up inside. You were burning out. I had to do something. And as you always say, there’s nothing tea can’t fix. Personally, I prefer coffee but you do love tea. Plus, I’ve been here before with Mingyu. I thought that this would be the perfect place to bring you. They have a wide selection of tea and desserts.”

Touched at Wonwoo’s thoughtful actions and words, you gave his hand a squeeze, leaning forward to peck his cheek. You said sincerely, “Thank you Wonu. I mean it.”

“That said, I don’t know how to feel that you’ve been here with Mingyu before me.” you added cheekily.

Wonwoo blushed slightly at the public display of affection and your light teasing. He sputtered, “Mingyu was curious… you know they have a lot of tea… he said something about wanting to know how tea lovers live…”

Quieting down quickly, Wonwoo whispered, “you’re always welcome my love. No thanks needed. Ever.”

Then, Wonwoo straightened out his back. Gesturing towards the tea room with your intertwined hands, he asked, “shall we my love? There are so many blends for your tasting pleasure.”

Nodding, you replied, “we shall.”

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superficialdomina · 1 year

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Fic master list

(mostly so I can find them again)

All fics are 18+

Loki/Reader

Into Submission masterlist (series, ongoing): (sub!Loki/femdom!reader. Explicit.). Loki craves subjugation. He just needs a little encouragement.

Devoted (sub!Loki oneshot). Loki is a good boy. Explicit.

Awful things (Loki x GN reader oneshot). No smut, lots of Loki angst. An alternate take on the events of S2E2.

Unwrapped (Avenger!Loki x fem!reader) A Christmassy friends-to-lovers smutty oneshot. Explicit.

Tom Hiddleston/Reader

Missed Connection Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Other

My Sub!Loki headcanons

"You're wrong, Loki's a Dom!"

#sub!loki #loki fic #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #masterlist #loki smut #loki x female reader #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston smut #loki x reader

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mostly-marvel-musings · 2 years

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Omgggg imagine Loki riding your thigh😭💗

A/N: Sub! Loki????? SUB! LOKI?????? Any takers?

Pairing: Loki x GN! Reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT.

It came to your notice while fooling around with the Jotun prince, when your hands were roaming all over each others bodies, exploring between passionate kisses and mingled breaths.

A soft purr that escaped his lips upon a gentle tug of his raven hair, that encouraged you to drop your hand down to his slender neck and give it a squeeze. Though his eyes closed, every cell in his body was begging for more.

After that Loki willingly let go, allowed you to take over, he was completely at your mercy, accepting each touch each caress hungrily.

Slotting himself between your legs, his hips moved against your thigh slow, hesitant at first, as if he were unsure of your reaction.

“Go on. Ride my thigh like the good boy you are…”

A restrained moan sounded from Loki’s throat as he got his answer, holding you to him as he chased his climax.

Rubbing his cock against your soft skin at a steady pace, his face hidden in the crook of your neck as little moans and grunts of pleasure filled the room, every brush bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

You weaved your fingers through his hair, whispering praises against his ear, revelling in the way his thrusts turned needy, precum leaking from his cock.

Sheets wrinkled as his fists clutched them tightly, his orgasm washed over as his hips faltered, crying out your name like a prayer, he came, spilling his cum over his abdomen and your thigh.

Loki curled up against you, still panting as he came down from his high, leaning into your touch as you nuzzled against his hair, murmuring what a good boy he’d been.

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#loki laufeyson x gn!reader #loki smut #loki laufeyson smut #loki laufeyson fluff #loki fanfic #loki drabble #loki laufeyson drabble #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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!Kirishima x Artist!Reader!

Scenario:- kiri with an s/o who’s an artist!

Pairing:- kirishima x gn!reader

Type:- headcannons

I imagine you working on the couch while kiri comes back from a mission

Hes tired and waiting to see the one person he loves most but ur complete fixated on your screen

Hed just come up behind you and sorta just bury his face in the crook of ur neck from behind the couch,his arms going to wrap around you

But soon he lets go to go and clean up

If ur still working when he comes back he doesn’t disturb you but just sits on the couch beside you,simply basking in your presence

He’s 100% you’re model

Need a pose and cant find a reference??

KIRI TO THE RESCUEEE

If youre ever feeling insecure about your art too he’d completely shut down your insecurities

Not with blind positivity

But with actually good points

Telling you that you shouldn’t compare your art to others because a) your style and speed is unique to you and no one does it like you b) the best part about art is to have fun and the moment you stop overthinking it’ll be fine

Also while he can appreciate good art nothing looks better in his eyes than your art!

Other stuff just doesn’t hit him the same way urs does

Is it because he loves you and therefore your work just has the same hold on him that you do?

Or is it just that he has a great And unbiased eye for art?(yes)

I guess we’ll never know!(oh but we dooo)

Oh also a really good point that the loml( @cloudy-zephyr) brought up,

HE WOULD DEFINITELY SHUT DOWN ALL THE BITCHES THAT SAY ART ISNT A REAL JOB OR THAT ITS EASY

If anyone even insinuates that

Buddy just gets offended af

I doubt hed cause a scene just for an off handed comment but if the offender keep goin on he’d 100% step in with a forceful and passionate couner-argument

Oh also imagine like if you ever get messages on ur socials asking for free art and you’re just LOSING IT, (because honestly entitled karens and kens are genuinely tiring to deal with🤬)

Kiri will definitely just ask for your phone and then ask you to go take a nicee warm bath to calm urself

When you come back out,the entitled folk are all dealt with! (Buddy basically just killed em with kindness and the way he handled em left no room for it to be turned on you to make u look like the bad guy!)

Also i can totes imagine you teaching him how to draw🥺

He’d be such a keen and enthusiastic learner tooo😩

God Bless this man honestly!

And i def think that all around your apartment,theref be framed pictures of your art

And youve even hung up a few of his!

He thinks they dont look good enough to which you reply with the same stuff he tells you

His style and speed are unique to him and you wouldn’t change anything for the world🥰

He kisses you on the lips and spins you around at that

I WILL ONCE AGAIN SAY THIS BECAUSE NO ONE CAN EVER SAY IT TOO MUCH

THIS MANN IS A GODDAM BLESSINGG(HES LIKE TOM HIDDLESTON IN FICTION!!)

~The end

!Wait bonus point!

I feel like at some point when the rest of the bakusquad learns of your art and how great it is they all ask you for lessons and then you have like this workshop where all the pieces created in the day go to a charity project(like raise money for kids in need and stuff cos Holy Shit does celebrity art get a lot of money) or to a lil room in your home which acts as a lil gallery for all your little group art projects!!

🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿

Tagging:- @izueli

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

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jiyascepter · 6 months

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septimaseverinaficrec · 4 months

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Quick Access & Blog's Information

This blog is my fan fiction rec blog. None of these stories are mine. I DO NOT OWN AND WRITE ANY. Canon Male Characters x F!Readers and some GN!Readers. Because I want to escape from real, mad and chaotic world for a while.

All of them are rated G -> E (Mixed). Please consume with responsiblity.

Below 17 DNI please.

Characters

Star Wars

Cassian Andor

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Din Djarin

Tolkien Elves

Legolas

Thranduil

Glorfindel

DilfsMiscellenous

Emperor Cleon (Apple TV Foundation)

10th Doctor | 14th Doctor

Crowley (Good Omens)

Thomas Shelby

Luca Changretta

Timothee Chalamet's Characters

Willy Wonka (Thimothee Chalamet)

Prince Hal/Henry V (Timothee Chalamet | Tom Hiddleston)

House of the Dragon | Game of Thrones

Oberyn Martell

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

???

Dream of the Endless

Robert Montague Renfield

Sherlock Holmes (BC)

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

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aidanezra · 2 years

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He's Not Real

A/N: this is totally not based on my own fear of venom and its definitely not comfort in the fact that I'm watching spiderman 3 while finishing this. i am terrified. (update: i will have nightmares)

Theme: fluffy banter

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Gn!Reader

Warnings: swearing, constant mention of venom

Words: 485 (breakdown incoming)

Also thank you to @bittersnowflake for reading this prior to posting and for your support :) <333

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Squealing in fear, I cover my face with my blanket, shutting my eyes closed and covering my ears. "Tell me when venom's gone." I squeak out.

"Darling, he's not real." Tom laughs, pausing the movie and gently removing the blanket that's currently covering my face. He gently holds my chin getting me to face him.

"He's still scary as fuck." I pout, trying to pull the blanket back over my face. Tom snatches it from my hands, putting it behind him and out of my reach. I stick my tongue out at him.

"Can he hurt you?" He inquires, eyebrow twitching upwards in a teasing manner. Oh no he didn't.

"Fifth Amendment." Crossing my arms, I turn away from him slightly, I can still see him out of the corner of my eye.

He laughs shaking his head. "We're in England, that doesn't count, love."

"Oh bah humbug! Yes it does, I am an American citizen, still counts." I turn my head, facing him yet again. The corner of his mouth twitching into an amused smirk. Good to know you’re entertained, Mr. Hiddleston.

“I don’t understand this, most people think he’s cool.”

"Have you seen Venom??" I counter, pointing towards the tv, which shows venom in all his sharp teethy glory. Yes, I said teethy glory. I try to reach behind him to retrieve my blanket, hoping he forgot he was holding it captive. My fingers are able to grasp the corner but its shortly ripped from me again.

"Yes, yes I have. I would say he's very un-intimidating." He gives me a soft yet teasing look, and i roll my eyes in return. "You watch Doctor Who for fun and you think Venom is scary."

"Okay, the only creatures in Doctor Who that are even remotely scary are cybermen and weeping angels. The rest are just meh."

His eyes blow wide as his jaw drops in astonishment, "Meh? Have you seen the creatures in that one episode--The Girl In The Fireplace? That's what you call scary!"

I laugh, my head rolling back in amusement."Those are literal clocks, they have gears for brains. You can freeze them and they won't move! Those are nothing compared to Venom."

"Still scary." He huffs, handing me back my hidey blanket. He then retrieves the remote, I hadn't noticed it, but somewhere during our banter it had gotten put on the coffee table.

"Look who has the absurd fear now." I give him the same teasing look he gave me earlier, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Oh hush." He smiles slightly, putting his arm behind my back.

Cuddling into his side, I ask, "Doctor Who?"

"The Shakespeare Code?" Looking down at me, he shines me an affectionate expression and then kisses my cheek, pulling me closer to him. And I smile, my heart filled with joy and love for him. Even if he thinks Venom isn't scary. I beg to differ.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x gn!reader #fluff #tom hiddlestion imagine #tom hiddleston one shot #idk what else to tag #Thomas William Hiddleston #okay thats it

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andsheloved · 2 years

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hi lovely! i'm so happy to see you back for drabble tuesday! i hope that your brain is being kind to you <3 so much love to you, i will be sending the moon over to say hi and send love tonight !! anyway anyway, if you're inspired, may i please request prompt 5 with loki or bucky? you are so lovely i hope everything will be amazing for you from this week onwards !! - 🌻 <333

🌻 my dear my beloved oh my gosh this made me so so happy :)))) i hope your brain is being kind to you because you deserve all the love always, thank you for always being so kind mwauh you are wonderful and i love you so very much you truly brighten my days always. and y e s of course you can!! i have some more bucky drabbles lined up so i hope loki is okay!! this prompt had me so happy so please enjoy this little angsty-ish fluff bomb mwauh ily and i hope your week has been so nice and good and amazing!!

pairing ~ loki x gn!reader

word count ~ 1.2k

warnings ~ vague discussion of injury (nothing specific! just some cuts and bruises), loki is worried and protective, bit of self worth stinkyness, minor angst, mention of death, pre-established relationship, mostly just some comforting fluff

prompt ~ #5: 'i could’ve lost you and that made me realize how i couldn’t live without you’

You really didn't see what the big deal was, it wasn't like you were unconscious or anything, just a little beat up with a few bruises at most.

It wasn't that you weren't grateful for all their help, you'd be lying if you said that you truly minded a God of Thunder and Captain America fussing over you like this. Though even through all the commotion, you couldn't help how your eyes wandered to the pacing footsteps casting shadows in the sliver of light that crept under your door.

"You sure you're alright?" Steve asked once again, finally standing from his kneeling position beside you.

You sighed as you nodded. "I'll be fine."

The two of them let out a soft hum. You could see how Steve's skeptical eyes flickered over your form, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I promise." You added.

They both looked to each other at first, seemingly adequately satisfied with your insistence, before finally turning towards the door.

As the two large men opened your door, you could already see the spot of dark hair and the pale complexion that instantly turned to face in your direction.

You could hear the hushed, panicked mumbling coming from beyond the doorway. Frustrated, concerned whispers mixing with attempts at reassuring responses, Loki's worried gaze occasionally reaching your own as he strained to see you past the obstructions.

You could how his brows furrowed, his lips drawn into a thin line of distress as he attempted to get through to the men.

You hated seeing him like this, you could almost whimper at the sight, all he wanted was to see you.

"Loki." You finally chimed, causing all three of them to snap their eyes to you. "Come in." You smiled softly.

You watched as Loki cocked his eyebrow at them before quickly shouldering past the two, hurriedly shutting the door behind him before all but sprinting to your bedside.

His features softened instantly as he knelt beside you, holding your hand with a gentle, yet somehow still forceful grip. He scanned you, his other hand delicately brushing over your covered frame, searching for any other minor cuts or bruises that may have been overlooked by anyone else.

"You shouldn't have gone." He finally muttered, huffing as he finally dropped his wandering hand to his side.

You grumbled, you should have known this was coming. You appreciated his concern, it wouldn't be entirely truthful for you to say that you were bothered by how protective he could be of you on occasion.

As much as that notion made a strange sort of warmth bloom in your chest, it still pained you to watch him as he was now, shaking his head slightly as he looked over you.

"I was fine, everything's-"

"No it's not." He suddenly spat, almost ripping his hand from yours as he stood. "This..." He gestured to you, a blanket covering most of your body, with small bandages littering sections of your upper half. "Is not okay. I can't have you hurting yourself like this."

"Loki, I promise, I'm okay." You whispered, forcing a sympathetic smile as you looked up at him. "I promise."

"You say that every time." He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, "I don't want you going out there again."

"What?" In a way, you could understand where he was coming from, going out in the field wasn't something you usually did. You took notes, you made sure everyone had their uniforms ready, you helped plan movie nights, you certainly didn't fight monsters.

You supposed that sometime in between sleep deprived chats with the rest of the team and mentioning how you always wanted your own superhero outfit, you agreed to go out with them and 'see how it was'.

You were only meant to be on the jet for the entirety of the mission, making sure that everyone was where they were supposed to be until they safely returned.

That was what was supposed to happen.

But just like so many other aspects of living with a team of heroes, no one could have predicted what was to happen next.

You couldn't remember much, just a flurry of fists and black and grey uniforms before a flash of red and silver came crashing into your vision, but regardless, here you were, tired and sore and presumably bound to your bed until Loki could finally be convinced you were truly fine.

"You're not to go out on another mission." His back was turned to you now.

You sighed, "I know you're mad, but I'm fine."

"What if you weren't?" His voice was weak, strained as he asked you.

You groaned internally at his stubbornness, you wanted to jump from the bed and shake his shoulders and yell that you were perfectly safe.

"What if Thor hadn't come? What then?"

"Loki, I don't-"

"You aren't trained like the others. You wouldn't know what to do. You could've died." He hissed, finally whipping his head to face you. "We could have lost you..." His chest rose and fell rapidly, you noticed how his fingers began to anxiously rub the palm of his other hand as he stared back at you. "I could have lost you."

The air was already thick with tension from the moment he barged into your room, but there was a sudden, new air that began to surround the both of you.

"You would have been gone, and I wasn't there to stop it."

"I just-" You rubbed your hand down your face, your throat tight with frustration, "I wanted to do more than..." You grumbled to yourself, "I wanted to finally be more." You felt yourself deflate, hating how pathetic you must have sounded, trying to fit in with a bunch of assassins and super soldiers.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look up at him now, your eyes now focused straight ahead as you felt his presence inch closer to you, bending down beside you once again.

"You are more than enough. Just as you are."

A soft whimper escaped you at his words, though you still continued to stare off into the room.

"You mean so much. So much more than you know, to all of us. To me." He continued, gently grabbing your hand, tracing your knuckles with his fingertips as he spoke. "If something did happen today, if you had.." He trailed off, swallowing, as if he couldn't even bring himself to continue the thought. "I don't know how I could- If I could-" He groaned as he stammered before he finally arrived at his conclusion, "I couldn't live without you. I can't."

It was then when you finally turned to face him, his eyes glimmered in the dim light of your room as tears lined his bottom lids.

"I can't." He repeated, whispering, he fell into you, his head resting softly on your shoulder. "Please," He begged, "Don't leave me."

"I couldn't." You whispered, your breath catching in your throat as the beginnings of tears began to flood the corners of your eyes. "I love you too much." You chuckled softly.

You felt the rumble of a soft hum echo through his chest, a soft smile on his lips as he responded slowly, "I love you more."

i feel like a lot of these drabbles are just going to be very much hurt/comfort-y because that's what my brain needs at the moment, but this prompt literally sent me into outer space so thank you my dear🌻!! you are wonderful and i love you so very much mwauh, i hope you enjoyed!! mwauh!!

i just realized that mr. and mrs. smith is vaguely similar to this so if you'd like so more of this check that one out as well hehe mwauh

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