My Hero 🥰
Mine. 🥵🥰😂
Hi! Could you do a dating Draco Malfoy would include? Thanks so much :)
A/N: I am so glad you ask. I hope you enjoy this. Sorry it took me forever to write this.
Gryffindor:
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me tryna wake up in the morning like
I've had this idea stuck in my head for the past week. A mortal girl who grew up with Loki as her patron god. He would speak to her through her mind and astral project to visit her. Then he goes radio silent after the events of THOR and a year later she's recruited by Shield to help take him down upon his return. The story starts at the gala Loki attends to get the dude's eye in Avengers.
I just wrote this to get it out of my head, so here you go Tumblr. You can have it too.
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He was beautiful. Different than I’d imagined, but beautiful nonetheless. I’d heard his voice in my mind a million times… listened to his teasing tone… felt his mind dance through my thoughts. Standing in front of him now felt like a dream.
I sigh softly, the buzz of the comm in my ear followed by Steve’s voice.
“All you need to do is distract him. Don’t give anything away. Make it seem like this is just a coincidence.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes. As if that was the easiest thing in the world. As if he would ever fall for such a half-baked plan. I’d known this man since I was twelve. My patron god Loki. He was my confidant… my friend… my…
I shake the thought from my mind, slowly weaving my way through the crowd of dancers. I don’t know why he’s here. Shield has put me on a need-to-know basis. Twelve hours ago I was a nobody. Working my way through my boring life one day at a time. Now I’m here… with the weight of the world on my shoulders as a group of heroes thinks I can bring a god to his knees. Fools.
I take in a deep breath as I step in front of him, catching his eye almost immediately. A look of disgust crosses his face… as if I was nothing more than a spider to be crushed under his boot. I can’t help but quirk a smile.
“Step away mortal. Before I make you pray to your worthless god.”
A small laugh leaves my lips and I shake my head.
“I’d only be praying to you. You Look different than I thought you would.”
He scans me, eyes trailing from my feet back to my face, curiosity striking him. I offer a half smile in return.
“You sound the same though.”
He scoffs, the firm expression returning quickly.
“I have no use for you. Leave before my mercy fades.”
I hum softly, clicking my tongue and shaking my head in mock disappointment.
“Have you really forgotten me already? It’s only been a year since we last spoke. I was worried, you know. I thought you’d left me for good.”
His brow furrows and it’s a moment later I feel him probing into my mind. I let him and his face softens.
“Pet…”
I roll my eyes at the name… something he’s insisted on calling me since I was a child. At first, it was meant to annoy me. Though, Over the years affection has wormed its way into his tune, though he’d never admit it.
“Sometimes I think you’ve actually forgotten my name.”
His token smirk returns to his face and he shrugs.
“Why would I need to know you by any other name? You’re my pet after all.”
I try my best to suppress the smile fighting its way to the surface but fail miserably. He seems proud of himself, though I don’t know if it’s because he made me laugh or because he’s teasing me.
“How did you find me, pet?”
I hesitate, Steve’s voice ringing in my ear as he gives me some half-ass story to spout. I ignore him, letting out a deep sigh instead.
“Shield. They want me to distract you from… whatever it is you’re doing here.”
I wince as the rest of the Avengers begin shouting into the comms, screaming at me to stand down or shut up completely.
“They’re not particularly happy I told you that.”
Loki’s eyes narrow and reaches his hand up to my left ear, hovering next to it while using his magic to pull the comm from its place and crushing it in his hand.
“Idiots. They should know better than to try and turn what’s mine against me.”
I choose to ignore the comment, though my cheeks turn a soft pink.
“I guess they didn’t take into account I would be more loyal to you.”
He brushes his hands off, what's left of the comm falling to the floor.
“I suppose not. Regardless, you should leave, pet. It isn’t safe for you here. You should have denied them completely at such an idiotic request.”
I breathe out, nodding my head and looking down at my hands.
“I know… but when they told me you were here, I couldn’t help myself. It’s been a year. You said goodbye and then radio silence. I just… needed to know you were alive.”
Loki scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“You believe your god to be so weak? Ridiculous.”
My eyes return to his, a smile falling across my face and I let out the smallest laugh.
“I suppose you’re right. I’m just being dramatic I guess.”
He nods in agreement, staring me down. Despite the hard expression on his face, I can see the softness in his eyes. My head turns slowly, eyes finding the band across the room and I frown. There's something familiar about the song they’re playing.
“This sounds like…”
I glance up at him, knowing he understands what I mean. An old song. It’s not the exact same… but it’s close. An Asgadian tune he taught me just a few years back. Amusement spreads across his face as he realizes.
“Do you remember the steps?”
It’s my turn to scoff and roll my eyes. As if I could forget. The god spent months drilling the dance into my head, making sure I had every movement down perfectly. I hold up my right hand, palm facing him. It’s an invitation and I can’t help but hope he accepts. He hesitates for only a moment before raising his own to mimic mine, our palms close enough to feel the heat from one another, but never touching. The soft music continues to play as we circle each other, switching hands and spinning around as the steps request. My eyes never leave him, our bodies never touching even as the last few notes of the song play. I step towards him, both my palms inches away from his own. Our noses almost brush, my eyes finding his as the room slowly goes silent. He stares at me for a moment, both of us perfectly content to remain just as we are.
“Songs over, pet. No more distractions.”
I purse my lips closing my eyes as I try to will him not to move with my mind.
“Five more minutes?”
I hear a soft chuckle slip from him, followed by lips pressing gently against my forehead. In the next moment, the atmosphere changes. I hear a bustling street and feel a cold chill on my skin. When I open my eyes, I’m standing outside, The gala in front of me. And Loki is nowhere to be found.
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Might make another part to this, but I dunno. Let me know if it's worth it too, lol.
Thor1 Loki: He's so soft soft baby TM and caring and always so sweet to you, in private or in public. Love is overflowing! Always kissing you and spoiling you. Not handsy but is always hand holding, or wraps arm around your waist. 2x Verbal Admiration than when he courted you. Favorite thing in the world is your blush and your laugh. You make him melt and he worships the ground you walk on. Gifts, LOTS of gifts.
"i don't deserve you, y/n." "If You don't deserve me, no one else does."
💕How is the love-making?: Soft and Full of emotion! Worships your body; worships You. He'll make you understand why it's called love-making. Frequent eye contact because he loves getting lost in your eyes. Asgard who? (Odin has to forbid you from seeing Loki at work hours because it distracts him😂)
Summary: When Loki’s son breaks up with you, his father has a tempting plan for revenge.
Pairing: Dilf Loki x F. Reader
Warnings: Toxic relationship. Mentions of you getting cheated on. Daddy Kink. Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.
W/C: 1.4k
Your relationship with Narfi had been rocky from the start. He was mercurial. You had to walk on eggshells just to keep him happy. Every time there was an argument, he mentioned how there was no shortage of women waiting to be with him. You were replaceable. He never let you forget it. Despite everything, you loved him.
On his best days, he was sweet, loving, Prince Charming come to life. You loved everything about him, including his family. His brother, Vali was the exact opposite. He was the perfect partner to his wife, Olivia. You couldn’t help your jealousy. He never fought with her or raised his voice, especially not in public. You weren’t sure he was even capable of losing his temper.
But where Narfi lacked manners, his father, Loki made up for it. He would always open doors for you, pull your chair out, refill your drinks, get you flowers on special occasions. He was always scolding Narfi for his treatment of you.
Shaking in my boots!!!! I can’t wait to read
@tilltheendwilliwrite @alexakeyloveloki i... have no words
I'm not sure why @tilltheendwilliwrite thought anything TH related is work appropriate. 🤭
Also: @bolontiku you minx!
Also also: @liminalpebble @lovelysizzlingbluebird I think you will be interested. *goes away, hands in the pockets, whistling*
Alcaraz and Djokovic giving me new Tom Hiddleston memes 🙏
The last one is just perfect.
It's how I feel 24/7 🤣
“Not use collective punishment as it is not fair on the many people who did nothing and under the 1949 Geneva Conventions it is a war crime.”
Wait it’s a fucking WAR CRIME?!?! I mean that might not be 100% accurate but now I gotta know
holy crap, collective punishment is a war crime.
and according to the exact legal phrasing-
No protected person may be punished for an offense he or she has not personally committed. Collective penalties and likewise all measures of intimidation or of terrorism are prohibited.
This technically counts, as students are civilians, and thus considered a “protected person”. So yes, collective classroom punishment breaks the fourth Geneva Convention, and she should be rewarded for standing up for human rights and doing her research.
Power-move: accuse your teacher of a war crime using knowledge they supplied you with
Avenger! Loki x Therapist! reader
18+ | probably bad language, mentions of sex etc - pretty much the same warnings in each part
“So, Loki, how has your week been?” You asked politely after welcoming him inside. As usual, he sat down, poured himself a glass of water and slouched a little in his chair as his gaze wandered around the room before settling onto you.
Plot: Y/n has been dating Loki for a while but fears taking it to the next level
Characters: Loki x Reader
Contains: Brief mention of physical abuse (non graphic) emotional abuse, verbal abuse, Soft Loki, and of course Smut! Cause it’s me lol.
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You're a pretty plain girl, nothing special really. you don't have big boobs, you don't have a perfectly flat stomach or a perky round ass. You're not tall, you don't have thick gorgeous blond hair or bright blue eyes, you're average.
You live in an average house, in an average town, with a boring job. There is however, one very extraordinary thing about your life, when you come home to that average house from that boring job that extraordinary thing is waiting for you every time and that thing is Loki.
You met Loki by chance, at the right place and right time. You'd gotten into an argument with your ex who was still your boyfriend at the time and took off, he was known to be a bit rough when he was angry and you didn't want to get hurt again so you ran, and you ran directly into Loki, literally.
Plot: Loki has a soft spot for the anxious girl with low self esteem
Characters: Loki x y/n (Fem!)
POV: I/Me/Mine
Contains: Smut! Soft!Loki, oral, fingering.
As an anxious girl with low self esteem I felt compelled to write this one.
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I stood at the bar waiting for my third or fourth drink that night, I'd honestly lost count at this point, I watched while the bartender flirted with the other girls ordering. I wasn't surprised, I'm a rather ugly little thing in my own eyes. I'm short, I'm not particularly thin, my boobs aren't huge and my hair isn't flowing like a Disney princess. I'm not rich and I don't have sexy clothes either. I do however have a cute smile and an approachable demeanor along with a good sense of humor, finally he slides me my vodka tonic and I turn to leave heading over to sit alone in a booth.
I'm a bit of people watcher so my eyes scan the place as I sip and that's when I see him. Off in the corner surrounded by what I can only assume are that nights conquests, is Loki Laufeyson, playboy extraordinaire and owner of Laufeyson & Associates and he's enjoying the attention. I'm jealous of those girls, I could never be brave enough to approach him or flirt with him like that. Actually I gulp my drink, pay my tab, and run out of there as quickly as possible not wanting to risk bumping into him.
This fic is so good! A literal masterpiece!
Plot: Y/n is married to Loki but it’s not quite the fairytale you’d imagine
Characters: Loki x Reader
Contains: Smut! Praise kink, fingering, orgasm denial
This is one of my most popular one shots I’ve noticed, happy to keep sharing it!
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Walking in you toss your keys in the dish by the door, the house is quiet "I wonder where they are?" you mumble to yourself.
Rounding the corner into the living room your question is answered, there on the sofa lays your husband fast asleep, in his arms and pressed against his chest is your daughter. Quietly you admire them, so peaceful and sound, Loki's messy curls falling in his face, his shirt crumpled from a long day. She has his hair, your daughter, unruly raven curls, right now they were closed but she has his beautiful green eyes as well.
Bucky: Y/n! I can't do this stupid math!
Y/n: What's the math problem?
Bucky: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don't multiply.
Sam, covering Steve's ears, while Y/n smacks Bucky upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth.
shout out to people who's family isnt entirely bad or entirely good, but something in between and you dont know how to feel about them. you feel angry but you also feel guilty, because you know they genuinely love and care about you, but sometimes they show it in a way you know its not okay. your feelings are valid, your anger and sadness and grief are valid, and you dont have to prove this to no one. bigger shout out to those with memory issues who know something isnt right but can't recall all of the bad events, only the feelings, which only increases the guilt.
where I grew up in California not only is “dude” generally non-gender-specific, half of the time it doesn’t even refer to a person at all.
I said it to a faucet today.
A customer once came to me to order a sandwich and said “I want this dude”
Dude is more than a word, it’s an emotion.
dude is a way of life
