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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 10

Chapter 9 Chapter 11

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some smut. ANGST. PIV, dirty talk, use of magic, and heavy mentions of survivor's guilt, negative self-talk, violence. Brief mention of suicidal ideation in a joking manner (It's never funny, please seek help), Soft Loki, bit of fluff and cute domestic things.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. Loki is nothing if not a man on a mission to not only win your heart but also make some headway about this saboteur.

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A/N: I miss the Loki show already! I missed you lovelies! Something about this man just eats me alive. I can't believe we're halfway there to the end! Thank you so much for continuing to ride for this series! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs!

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“Are you alright, Darling?”

He knew fuck well you were not alright. True to his word, there was plenty more to come. Loki had stamina for days, waking you up periodically through the night so he could thrust back into you and deliver more orgasms.

You moaned as he laid you on your left side, facing a mirror you hadn’t known was there. It figured that he’d have a full length mirror right next to the bed, the vain prick.

He slipped back in and pressed his chest to your back. His face was near your ear so you heard every moan and sigh that escaped his beautiful mouth. “Look at us, Darling,” Loki moaned.

You opened your eyes and looked at the picture of you two. Loki was pressed into you, your right leg held up by his hand and pulled open for him to move inside of you. He had slowed his strokes so that they were deep and full. You felt every glide and every inch of him.

“Gods,” you moaned. Your pleasure had been driven to heights you only read about. He kept you in a perpetual state of bliss. You almost didn’t mind the lack of sleep. If you were being awakened for dick, could you really complain?

“Right here, Darling,” Loki said. He kissed your cheek and looked at your face in the mirror. You looked as well. You were thoroughly fucked out. Your hair was a mess, deep lines on your skin from the pillows and sheets. Your lips were swollen from all of his kisses. You were marked and claimed by him.

Your eyes traveled to him. His hair was all over the place, slicked back too many times in his desperate need to keep it from his face. You left deep, red welts on his shoulders and back from the times that he hit your G-spot and you were unprepared.

After each time, he whispered, “one more”, and you were unable to form a denial. You wanted to please him. You wanted that look on his face. The face he was making now. As if in between your thighs was the closest to Valhalla he’ll get for now.

The wet squelches from your combined fucking was still like sweet music to your ears. It drove your arousal higher, pushed you to sink onto his dick hungrily. Greedily. Your pleasure built in your belly, cresting higher and higher. You raced after it, pulling it within your grasp.

“Oh Loki, Loki,” you moaned as the wave moved over you. You moaned his name over and over as your body jerked and twisted.

Loki kissed your neck and cheek. He moaned your real name as he released himself inside of you for the hundredth time that night. Loki placed soft kisses to your shoulder and back as he softened and pulled himself out of you.

He dropped down onto the bed, out of breath and wrung out. You couldn’t move an inch. You panted and heaved as you looked at yourself post orgasm. You felt beautiful and sinful. You felt seen in ways you hadn’t for the past five years. He helped you do that. But it was still you.

The parts of you that you hid deep down inside were still there. You weren’t broken. It wasn’t too late to become that woman again. You smiled tiredly at your reflection. Earth may not be Asgard, but Asgard had always been its people. And you were still here.

A warm cloth between your legs made you yelp. You were incredibly sensitive. One more fucking round and you’d simply die. Loki chuckled and kissed you while he cleaned you up. He toyed with you, going extra slow around your clit. You groaned.

“No more, please,” you begged.

Loki chuckled again and kissed your cheek. “I had five years to make up for, Darling,” he said.

“Liar. You didn’t start the club until a year after we arrived,” you said.

“And I wanted you before even then,” he said.

That did give you enough strength to roll over and face him. He faced you, head resting on his elbow, as he looked you in the eyes.

“Bullshit,” you said.

“All these years and you still don’t think I’m capable of the truth,” he said and shook his head. His finger idly traced patterns across your belly and thighs. You watched him closely to make sure he wasn’t trying to get you going again. Seriously, you couldn’t.

“You’re capable when it suits you,” you said.

“And it suits me now. You were in town, shopping, and I was securing my permits. I left the building and you were across the street, talking to the baker. You wore…a blue dress. Sandals. Hair pulled up and I thought you were the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen,” he said.

You stared at him. You thought back to the dozens of times you went to the baker. He was Asgardian and made the pastries you liked. You were working a dead end job you hated, wishing for something more. The pastries were a luxury you really couldn’t afford but you couldn’t resist.

“You remember that?” You asked. You usually had more situational awareness. Loki held a presence unlike any other. You’d be able to pick him out of a thousand clones. But you hadn’t realized he was on the street.

You assumed the princes were off doing…whatever princes did when there was no throne to rule from. Meetings, logistics, and the like.

“How could I not?” He asked. “I remembered that the only thing I wanted to do was talk to you. But you looked so sad. And the pastries brought you such comfort. I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said.

Now, you sat up and turned towards him. His hand moved down to your hip, still tracing patterns. “Since when do you care about interrupting?”

Loki smiled. “The way you speak about me, I’d think I was a monster,” he said with a cheeky wink.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not getting free compliments, so stop,” you said.

He grinned. “I stood there and looked at you. When you left, the sadness returned. I figured we were all still recovering from Thanos, so the last thing you needed was a failed prince to bother you,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him. You rubbed your head. There was just…no way that he saw you when you hadn’t known he was there. It bordered on stalking the way you would yearn for any glimpse of him every time you got to attend a feast at the palace. The way you would crane your neck and watch, transfixed, as he strolled in with shorter hair and his brother.

He was always smiling, always grinning, always moving around without a care in the world. You used to pray to the gods that he’d look your way just once and see you. He never did of course. Too busy looking at Thor. Everyone always did.

“So when I came in for the job and you hired me on the spot?”

“I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to see you every day,” he said.

“Loki! Did I get it because I was qualified or you wanted some ass?” You asked. You smacked his shoulder. He moved back as if you put any real weight behind it. He grinned at you.

“Because you were qualified. I am a reputable business owner and wanting a chance at that sweet, sexy pussy of yours would be against policy,” he said. Straight face and everything.

You were probably going to have to see a doctor from all the squinting you were doing. This was insane. But…you chose to believe him. He could come up with a better lie than that. So…it had to be the truth. He did see you and wanted you way before you thought.

Heat pulsed through you and you sank down onto the bed, feeling giddy. This was so silly. It was like you had a crush all over again. But you probably never really grew out of it where he was concerned.

“Okay, I choose to believe you,” you said.

He leaned down and kissed your breast. “I’m glad,” he said.

“Don’t you start!” You said, moving away from him. He scooted closer.

“I seem to recall you agreeing that I could have you whenever and wherever?”

You were on the edge of the bed and there was no more room left to run. Loki crowded your personal space and kissed you, at his leisure, his hand back on your hip.

“That was the heat of the moment, can’t stand up in human court,” you murmured as he kissed along your jaw.

He nipped at your jaw and you hissed from the bite of pain. “Verbal contracts are still binding, Darling. You know that,” he said.

“Fine, twist my arm,” you said.

Loki grinned. “I will have mercy just this once. But make no mistake. I will make good on my promises,” he said.

“Threats more like it,” you said. You tried to give him a stern look. But he was so damn cute laying there with his dark hair, in his home that smelled uniquely like him. You were truly in trouble here.

“Is it still a threat if I threaten you with pleasure?” He asked.

“How are you still capable of moving? I want to sleep for a week,” you said. Even now as you spoke and moved, you were thoroughly sore. The places that he gripped you were raw with his fingerprints. The places that he suckled and kissed you were patches of soreness. Your pussy still throbbed from all the pleasure wrung out of you. It was a miracle you were still awake.

“I have longed for this, Darling. I do not wish to see it end so soon,” he said. He didn’t look at you as he said it. Instead, his eyes were focused on caressing your hip.

“Hey,” you said. You nudged him until he dragged his eyes from your hip. “No more running. I want this and I want you,” you said.

Loki smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. This man really had no idea, did he? He could spin a thousand tales and you’d still want him. Crave him. Lo-like him. You bit your lip at that mental slip.

“What’s wrong?” Loki asked.

You kissed him instead of answering. You ran your tongue across his lips. He moaned as his hand clutched your hip. “Thought you were done?”

“Can’t I kiss you without it turning to more?” You asked.

“Never,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. Your stomach chose that moment to rumble. Loudly. You buried your face in his shoulder with a groan. He only laughed.

“I have been a poor host. I will make something for us,” he said. He kissed your head and ordered you to stay there while he left the room. You watched his ass as he moved about flawlessly. You couldn’t, you simply couldn’t, but damn if he didn’t make you want to hop back on his dick and ride him until sunrise.

You were almost asleep when he entered the room carrying a tray. On it, there was french toast, bacon, and eggs. “You didn’t have to make all of this!”

“Yes, I did,” he said. He placed the tray on the bed and you shared the meal, talking about nothing and everything. After, you relaxed against the bed and talked some more until you were both too tired to keep moving your jaws. If only you could communicate by mind.

You both climbed under the covers and you fell asleep in his warm embrace, content for the first time in ages.

In the morning, you slowly awoke to soft light coming through his curtains. Loki sighed and pulled you closer. You smiled and snuggled into him.

“Careful, Darling,” he said.

Holy hell, if you thought his voice was sexy before? His sleep-rough voice would melt your panties if he hadn’t torn them off of you. While you wanted to tease him, you also knew that you couldn’t follow through. So you settled down and kissed his arm around you.

“Good morning, Loki,” you said sweetly.

“Good morning, Darling,” he said with a soft chuckle. He kissed the back of your head.

“Oh no,” you said. Dread pooled in your gut as you thought about the new day and what it meant. What the hell were you going to tell your crew? You could hear Honey’s laughter now.

“What is it?” He asked.

“What are we going to tell everyone?” You asked.

“We can say however much you want or how little you want. But they will know you’re mine,” he said. He tightened his grip around your middle to emphasize his point. You rolled your eyes even though you squealed on the inside.

“Loki, be serious. What are you gonna do? Fuck me with the door open again?”

“If I please,” he said. You could hear the grin in his voice and you rolled your eyes again. He really was incorrigible.

“Loki…” You groaned. He didn’t understand. The rules for him were different from the rules for you. He was a god and could do damn well whatever he pleased. You on the other hand, people would only assume what you asked last night. Did you get the job on your knees or on your back?

“It matters not. We’re not going in today anyway,” Loki said.

You rolled over and he peeked at you. “We’re going to into town to speak with the King. She might know who we’re dealing with.”

“Why would she know?” You asked.

“I’ve been looking at the cards left behind by our saboteur. Only two, same card stock. Magically created. The King was the foremost expert in Asgardian security, she might shed some light.”

You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Nice to see you were resting while we sorted out the rooms,” you said.

He smiled and shrugged. “Seize the day. We could make a day of it,” he said.

“Loki, are you asking me on a date?” You asked.

“No. You’ll know when I’m asking you on a date. But I would like your company on this errand,” he said.

You sighed and rolled your eyes to the ceiling. He was so damn infuriating. And yet…

“How am I supposed to get home without any clothes?” You asked.

Loki grinned and pulled back the covers to look at your naked body. His blue eyes got wider, taking you all in. You squirmed beneath his perusal.

“Is it my fault you showed up without any clothes?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to rip them off of me,” you said.

“You offer me a present and I don’t get to unwrap it? That hardly seems fair,” he said. He pouted and you slapped his shoulder with a laugh.

“I’m being serious, Loki,” you said.

“As am I. Besides, can’t you conjure clothes?” Loki asked.

“What? No. I can only conjure weapons,” you said.

He looked at you and frowned. “Have you ever tried?”

You opened your mouth to tell him of course you had, but…well, shit, have you? You had an affinity for weapons and that was all you ever knew. It didn’t occur to you to try different constructs.

“I can’t remember,” you said.

“While we’re on about it, is that the only magic you know how to do? Are you more in-line with my power?”

You scooted closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. “No one can compare to the oh so powerful, oh so dreadful, the charming and devilishly handsome god, Loki,” you said. You peppered kisses in between your words and Loki’s face lit up with delight. You could get used to him like this. Happy and open and carefree. You really liked seeing this side of him.

“Flattery gets you everywhere, Darling. But I think we should make some time to see what you can do,” he said.

You shrugged. Why not?

“In the meantime…” Loki got out of bed and held his hand out to you. He pulled you into the bathroom where he pleaded for, “just one more”, and you couldn’t resist him. Afterwards, he conjured a brand new black suit for him and a black plaid dress for you, with green and gold lines intersecting. He even conjured you up some kick ass boots that gave you some height but still nowhere near him.

He looked over your outfit with a manic gleam in his eyes. “Down boy!”

He pouted as you left his place and walked towards your car. You offered to drive you into town and he refused. Something about being a proper host. Instead, he had his own car. A sleek truck that was too tall for you to climb into. He helped you into the passenger seat and then soon, you were on your way into town.

Once in town, he parked on the outskirts and you walked towards the main City building. People were bustling about doing their shopping. Tourists were in town sharing jokes and ales with the local Asgardians. It was…sweet to see everyone hanging out and talking and getting along. You missed this.

“Come along, Darling,” Loki said. He kept his hands in his pockets as you walked towards the City building. His shoulders hunched forward. Guess there will be no holding hands today. Was he the holding hands type? You weren’t sure. Why did you want to hold his hand anyway? It was stupid and childish.

You clenched your hands into fists and walked beside him. He held the door for you as you went inside. The atmosphere inside the building was homey and comfortable. A far cry from the glitz and glamor of the palace back home.

You looked towards Loki. Maybe that was his problem. Maybe he missed Asgard as much as everyone else. Except, he had no one to tell that to. He did so much shit trying to bring it down, embarrass Odin or Thor, or cause mischief. Maybe he thinks people won’t want to hear how he misses it.

Loki made a beeline towards the main hall. Inside, aides rushed to and fro as King Valkyrie sat at the head of the table. She looked positively miserable.

She was gorgeous as always. Flawless skin, locs twisted up in a lazy hairdo, and a smart suit to rival Loki’s black one. He made his look classy and debonaire. She made hers look painted on, effortless, and sexy.

She looked up as the brown uniform doors closed behind you. She smirked at you but her eyes turned icy towards Loki.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Her smooth voice called out.

Loki smiled and opened his arms. The picture of innocence. Right. Like cats are innocent.

“We have a dilemma that I was hoping you could help with,” Loki said.

“Is the club not keeping you busy enough as is?” King Valkyrie asked.

Gods, she was gorgeous. You were nervous as hell. On Asgard, you were lucky to attend a few feasts. You never would have gotten that close to the family, let alone Odin himself. To be this close to King Valkyrie was nerve wracking.

Loki produced the two cards with “Remember” and “Vengeance” written on it. The King stood up and took the cards from his hand. She turned them over and looked at Loki.

“What of it?” She asked.

“Do you recognize anything about it? Anything at all? There’s a…saboteur at the club,” Loki admitted.

The King walked around the open space, light from the windows hitting her coral skin. She studied the two cards as she moved around, humming to herself. “A saboteur? You say?” She asked.

She walked closer to you and looked at you. “What do you think?”

Your words died in your throat. You looked towards Loki who nodded. Like that fucking did anything. You took a deep breath. “Causing a lot of issues for us. It’s annoying. No one’s gotten hurt that much. But enchanting our customers, one of our performers’ legs went through the floor, and switched our rooms around,” you explained.

“Heavy magic involved. All to mess with…you,” the King turned towards Loki and pointed.

“We know that already. But why the cards? My enemies are usually more direct,” Loki said.

“Now that you mention it, I’ve heard some of the locals talk about legends around here. But those are just stories,” King Valkyrie said. She moved back towards the windows and looked at the cards.

“What kind of legends?” Loki asked.

“Just stories, I’m sure.”

Loki smiled and rolled his neck. “My King, I am very desperate to catch this person.”

King Valkyrie looked at you and made a surprised face. Yeah, you thought you’d drop dead before you heard those words from his lips. You supposed this was getting to Loki more than he let on. Once you had him to yourself again, you were going to make him talk to you. Keeping all this shit bottled up was going to eat him alive.

“Fine,” King Valkyrie said. She hopped onto the table and faced them. “There is a legend around here of a disfigured man who used to live up on the hill where the club now resides. The locals treated him as you would expect, horribly. They harassed the poor man until he went insane. They wouldn’t let him sleep. Kids would jangle chains outside his bedroom windows at night.”

As she spoke, you swore the clouds chose that exact moment to blot out the sun. The room turned a shade darker. Shadows played across King Valkyrie’s features. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she had magic of her own.

“You haven’t heard the chains yet, have you?” She asked.

You and Loki looked at each other and then at her. You shook your heads at the same time.

“Good, that’s good. Well, you see, more bad things happened to this man until he vowed to take revenge on every living descendant who dared bother him. He prayed to the gods to make him as strong as Odin, as clever as Loki, and as bold as Thor,” she continued.

You stepped forward, engrossed in the story. That poor man. You couldn’t imagine being hounded like that. Your heart ached for him.

“I have no beef with a disfigured man from human history,” Loki said.

“Your club sits on his land. You mock him with your den of sin. His home. You flaunt your pretty boy looks and lure unsuspecting tourists to your club,” King Valkyrie said and shrugged. “Remember? Vengeance?” She waved the cards around.

Loki sighed and approached her, taking the cards out of her hands. “What’s the real story?”

King Valkyrie broke into laughter and clapped her hands. “How did you know?”

You gasped and looked towards the King. You quickly shut your mouth and made your face blank. You would not admit to anyone that you fell for her story. Hey, she was a freakin’ Valkyrie who told a good story. You’d believe her too.

“I am the God of Mischief,” Loki said. He tucked the cards into his coat pocket.

King Valkyrie sighed. “Fine. It’s so dreadfully boring here. For the cards, I am stumped, same as you. Never came across the like. You might want to speak to Heimdall,” King Valkyrie said.

Loki hissed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him in silent questioning.

“Loki thinks Heimdall is still pissed about slipping his gaze,” the King supplied.

“Why am I not surprised,” you muttered. Loki shrugged with a smirk. You had no idea what you were going to do with this man. You walked over to him, careful to keep your distance, and looked him in the eye.

“Are we not desperate? What can Heimdall do now?” You asked.

“Do not underestimate him,” Loki said.

Okay, you two definitely needed to sit down somewhere and discuss whatever the hell you’re missing there. You needed all of the gossip, like right now. You gave Loki a pointed look and he sighed.

“Fine, fine. Let’s go, Darling,” Loki said.

“Hey, come back and visit anytime. Bring a drink next time! Or a bloody sword to end my life,” King Valkyrie called after you.

You turned back and waved to the King and then felt incredibly stupid for doing so. You inwardly groaned. She’d never invite you back if you continued to do weird shit.

Loki stopped outside of the City building, frozen to the spot. You nudged him. He stared off into the distance, barely acknowledging your presence.

“Loki? What is it?” You asked.

Loki’s jaw clenched, continuing to stare off. You followed his line of sight, squinting into the sun. Some distance away, at a pub, Thor was pushed out of the doorway. He was laughing with someone, slapping the smaller man on the back. Each slap of his massive paw caused the man to bowl forward.

You hissed as you took in the state of your prince. He was chubby, wearing…checkered pajama pants that looked dirty and a sweat-stained sweatshirt. His once golden hair was now flaxen like wheat, thick beard unkempt and matted.

“Oh,” you sighed. You hadn’t thought…you had no idea…

You looked towards Loki. He stared at his brother across the way, guilt etched into his features. Again, you felt out of the loop but that was for another time. You wrapped your hand around Loki’s arm. You nudged him.

“Hey,” you said softly. Loki shook himself as if emerging from a trance. He smiled at you.

“Come, we’ll see Heimdall tomorrow,” he said. He put his head down and started walking forward. You stopped him and moved until you could look at his face.

“Don’t you want to say hi to your brother?” You asked.

“Stay out of it, Darling,” Loki said.

“But, he’s right there. Clearly hurting. How long has he been like this?” You asked.

“Leave it,” Loki said.

“But shouldn’t we help him? Has he talked to anyone–”

“I said, drop it, Darling! You’ve no idea what you’re talking about. None! He’s…fine. He’s grieving like the rest of us,” Loki snapped.

You took a step back from the vehemence in Loki’s sapphire eyes. “Darling–”

You lifted a hand. “I’ve tolerated a lot of shit from you, Loki. But you don’t ever speak to me like that.”

“I’m sorry–”

You lifted another hand. “I’ll find my own way home,” you said.

“Please,” he said. He called your name and you turned away from him. You will not let this man see more of your tears. You knew on a rational level that he was not mad at you. It wasn’t personal. But that was no excuse to talk to you like that. You were asking an innocent question.

You looked toward Thor once more. He had a bottle of ale in his hand and he was stumbling down the road. The town drunk. You won’t presume to know what happened there or why he was like this now. It’s not like you two were friends or that you had checked up on him these past five years.

You’d asked about him plenty of times, since Loki always seemed so down after going into town. You assumed that sometimes he saw his brother. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he spent these past five years hiding like everyone else. Trying to pick up the pieces left behind in Thanos’ wake.

What did you know? Besides, Loki needed to cool down and you did not want to be around him right now. You were liable to truly hurt his feelings. Your own anger simmered. One night of bliss and it turned into such a shit show.

You mentally kicked yourself. You knew sleeping with him was a mistake. Sex only ever complicated things and it was bullshit. Thinking with your pussy rather than your head. You kept your head down for five fucking years and threw it all away, for what? For one night of sexual gratification?

Ugh. You were disgusted with yourself. You crossed your arms and walked down the road. You were aware of Loki’s gaze on you but you refused to turn around. You didn’t want to deal with this shit. You didn’t ask for it. And you certainly didn’t ask to babysit Loki’s hangups.

You walked home more confused and angry than you knew what to do with. How could you face him now? How did you begin to fix this? Whatever the hell this was?

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lexluvswriting · 6 days

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[18+ CONTENT AHEAD, V SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

forgive me, Father for I have sinned.

and slayed.

sooo i was listening to 'Too Sweet' and i came across some videos on the forbidden site [X - elmo musky's domain] and UHm now we have this LMFAO.

should i post this tn yes or no 🙈

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loverforfanfiction · 2 years

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[This is my first request]

Imagine the marvel men getting a plus size girlfriend

Tony stark

:he wouldn't have a problem

:but I think it would be his first time

:he would think your pretty and weight wouldn't matter

:he loved every thing about you and your weight just adds to it

:he would praise you for being you

Steve rogers

:as you know from back in the day he had the hots for Peggy so it took a long time to even notice you

:you were a friend of Tony's and he had invited you to a avengers party

:he would always see you around but what caught his eye was what you were wearing

:he thought you were beautiful

:and sooner or later he asked you out and yes he shocked himself

:he didn't think weight matter [ he is a super solider]

: your weight didn't make him love you any less

Bucky barnes

:when he first saw you ohhh he had never seen someone more beautiful but then his insecurities came back

:sooner or later he got the courage to talk to you and the rest is history

:he never really thought about your weight though

:but when he did nothing changed he thought you were like a pillow full of love

Clint Barton

:since he was usually on the job it took long for him to notice

:you were a shield agent and nats best friend

So once he noticed you he thought of you as ever other girl nothing special till he got to know you

:and your weight didn't affect him he thought it was cute and loved to see u in his shirts

Loki

: since he was from asgard he didn't think about it as much

:he saw it as rare beauty because we're he was from he only had

The most finest of fine throwing thereselves at him

:but when he came to earth he saw you the star avenger but also the quietest

:but when he started dating you if anyone dare talk about your weight he turned them into a pig

:again weight didn't matter

Peter parker

:since he was still a teen he didn't really care he still had exploring to do also in dating

:so when he say you he thought "wow she must be new I should help her "

: you know how it goes friends to lovers and that was what you guys were

:your weight didn't matter he thought it helped you out it made you look better than the basic girls at school

Thor

:as also since he was from asgard he had the basic girls throwing them selves around

:but when he got to earth he say you for your true beauty your mind

:again weight didn't matter but his favorite things on you were jeans

Quicksliver

:he would find It very attractive

:he wouldn't care one bit about it

:if it didn't bother you it didn't bother him

:it was like a fluffy beautiful cuddle buddy

:he would fight if anyone said anything about your weight

Bruce banner [ I had the limit of gifs ]

:as you know he was the hulk him self so he felt like he didn't have a say about it

:but it didn't make him less attracted to you

:he would hulk if anyone talked about your weight

Sam wilson

:he really like really didn't care

:but if you cared he would be your talking buddy making sure your ok and knowing your loved

:and he would feed you alot [a bonus to dating the falcon ]

Last but not least ..... ant man

:again since he had problems himself he had no room to talk

:he had met you while you were walking and bumped into making you spill your drink

And offered to pay

:after that he asked for a date

:he loved you for your weight and it made him want you more

[This took me a hour to make so a like or a follow would be nice but you dont have to I write for fun so pls like so I know you want more this is my last writing tonight because i posted about 4 today but I will write tomorrow and I still am taking requests]

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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# ― 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

steve rogers

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sititran · 2 years

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Coming Out (Avenger! Loki X Plus Sized Female Reader)

Relationship: Avenger!Loki x Plus Sized Female Reader

Summary: Reader has something she needs to share with Loki. (w/c 2.7k)

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. smut. Language. MLW and WLW smut. some negative self talk,

AN: definitely not beta read. I haven't written smut in a LONG time so.... yeah, that. Kjaere is a nordic way of saying sweetheart (I saw another writer use it once who knows how long ago and i've been using it irl so it felt right to use)

Also struggled for the right image. Art by https://www.instagram.com/andlatitudeart/

Today would be the day you told him. You had wanted to tell him from the beginning, but you were shocked in to almost forgetting about it entirely.

It had been a whirlwind time- Loki moving into the tower full time, shortly followed by the massive feelings you developed for them. You found yourself next to each other often, which led to conversations, and before you knew it Loki was sharing a blanket with you during a movie in the common room. This had made you nervous, but Loki smiled, and tucked his hair behind his ear casually. That moment you knew you were done for, but kept it to yourself, knowing in your deep self that one Loki Laufeyson would never return the feelings. Men like Loki, ones who were as smart as they were good looking, (and dear lord was Loki good looking), did not get involved with people like you. They would make friendships, maybe flirt some to get you do to some favors for them, but never date or fall in love. No the “fat funny friend” didn’t get prince charming.

So it was such a shock that day, on the way back to the tower from a successful outing to the bookstore, that Loki took your hand in his. You were stunned into silence, as the affectionate touch lit your whole soul on fire. You walked in silence for a few blocks, until it had started raining. You had planned ahead, and had brought an umbrella, but had to drop Loki’s hand to open it. Once you did, and turned to Loki to encourage him to stay dry, he just flashed you his million watt smile before placing a searing kiss on your lips.

As soon as he pulled away, you started giggling. “Come now Loki, what on earth was that?”

“Beg your pardon? A Kiss? Surely You know what a kiss is, Darling.”

“And what is this…. Kiss? I can take a joke better than most, but I do not tolerate cruel tricks Laufeyson.”

This was when Loki’s brows furrowed. “Are you mocking me darling?”

“You mocked me first. Do you expect me to think that the trickster, YOU,” and you gestured to all of him, “would kiss… ME” and gestured to yourself.

“If you won’t take my word,” Loki had started and then took your face in his strong and lithe hands and kissed you again, begging your mouth with his, and when you granted access, slipped his tongue furiously around yours. When he finally let you come up for air, you exhaled a frosty breath.

“Is that clearer?” the god asked.

You had lost your words, and your defiant attitude. And managed to nod in agreement. In some unspoken understanding, you both rushed back to the tower, where Loki descended into you again in the elevator, and unbroken led you to his private quarters.

You blushed at the memory.

Hands flashing to pull, tug and tear the clothing from his muscular frame, and your soft curvaceous form. Kisses turning into nibbling, sucking, moans filling the air. In the heat of the moment you even forgot any self consciousness or mortification over your body, as Loki ministered his blistering hot mouth and cool venturesome touch furiously drawing out your first orgasm. Barely letting that one settle, he was dragging his cock over your soaked folds, as you grabbed for him. “Loki” you moaned, breathless, “Wait.” He paused and kissed you deeply. “Yes?” He asked as he peppered more kisses down your neck. He nibbled your pulse point on your neck, while gently rolling your nipple between his fingers, eliciting a new moan. “Don’t you want me to,” you struggled to say “return the favor?”

“hrm?” as each touch from him was making you quiver under his body. “I need you.” And Loki leaned back on his knees and firmly hoisted your hips towards him as if you weighed practically nothing. Rubbing his tip along your entrance, he muttered again. “I need, YOU.” Making sure his wild, lust filled eyes met yours as he slowly, yet surely bore into you. You released a deep and throaty moan, taking his considerable size in pleasure. Loki barely managed “Oh my good girl.” And you fluttered around him. He started slow, but did not take long to set a frantic pace as he chased his high. You were a mess underneath him, fists grabbing at the bed, moaning his name. You knew he was close when he brought his thumb to your clit, “Good girl taking me so well. Cum for me my good girl.” he praised and commanded. And the dam broke, a form of scream escaping your throat as you came and squirted all over Loki, as they too let his voice rasp out a sound as all of him tensed in orgasm. You both had laid there for a while, catching your breath, sweat glistening on your bodies in bliss. Loki pulled you to him and held you to his chest, nuzzling your hair.

It wasn’t long before you started to come back into your thoughts, and couldn’t believe what had just happened. You quickly pulled the sheet to cover yourself, keenly aware of just how much flesh was on display. Loki bemoaned “Oh there goes the best view on Midgard.”

“Look Loki.” you started, thoroughly embarrassed now. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“Beg your pardon?” Loki began. “I try to demonstrate the passion that I feel for you, and you still believe it untrue? Oh no, my kjaere. I only have the sincerest of feelings for you. I would very much like to court you.”

“Did Thor put you up to this? Tony? Court me?”

“If you don’t want a relationship with me, please just say so. Don’t need to rub salt into the wound.”

“Wait… you’re serious? You want an actual relationship? With me?” You paused long. “Not just a joke? Not just a secret lay on the side?” You must have made a face as you said “Why?”

“Kjaere, yes. Yes- YOU, Why not you!?”

You buried your face into the bed. “Please don’t make me say it Loki.” came out muffled.

He lightly drew his lips along your still bare shoulder “As you wish. Kjaere..”

Thus started the whirlwind of the last few months of your relationship with Loki. It was so sweet, magical, so intense. You had never before felt so blissfully happy in a relationship, even if the copious PDA made you feel exposed at times. It was a special thrill to be seen in this new role, girlfriend, and others faced with the knowledge as well. Loki was not ashamed of you for even a moment.

He spent every moment he could, touching you, honoring you, making love to you, thrown back in rapturous ecstasy with you. And you were still surprised every time.

And one day, it occurred to you, that you weren’t being completely honest with yourself or Loki.

That night, after dinner, you encouraged Loki to have a drink with you out on the patio. With a deep sigh after a sip of your wine you spoke. “Loki”, “Kjaere” and he beckoned you to lean back into him on the chaise. You did, and he immediately casually wrapped you in his arm. “I need to tell you something,” You closed your eyes, heart pounding, fear boiling in your veins, terror in your voice.

“Loki, I’m queer. I don’t just like men.” There you said it. You took a giant gulp this time. Stammering, “I’m bi.” “Or pan.” “Something. Queer.”

Loki craned his neck to look your face. “Help me understand.” he politely asked. “is this regarding your, sexuality?”

Your hand was still a bit shaky as you drank the rest of your wine, Loki’s remaining virtually untouched. “It means, I like men and woman- sexually, romantically. That… that… it really doesn’t matter what the person’s gender identity is, that I can be attracted to them”

“Is that what midgardians call that?”

“Well, the understanding ones do. Others- like my family though- have different names for it.”

“Like what?”

“Abomination, sinner, to start.”

Loki’s demeanor changed. “They really said that?”

You nodded, finding the words lost, stuck in the lump in your throat, as your eyes welled with tears as memories flashed. He kissed your temple.

After a long moment, Loki spoke. “Well I suppose while on the subject, I should tell you, that this is me as well. In my time I have been known to, well frankly, bed a number of would be suitors. Maidens and Lords alike. It always tended to be a moot point in Asgard.”

“Did your father throw you out of the house for having kissed a girl?”

“Oh my sweet thing.” He held you tighter as the tears fell. “Odin is his own brand of horrid. It does nothing to ease the betrayal of your own kin. But I am still an abomination.”

“Because of Thanos and new York?”

“Because of what I am. I am not pure of Asgardian blood.”

Now it was your turn to look your lover in their eyes. “But you’re Thor’s brother.”

“Yes. Brothers of circumstance, shared history and battle. But not of blood. I am…. Of Jotunheim. A frost giant.” He shifted your seats, closed his eyes, and you gasped quietly as his pale skin faded into an icy blue, patterned ridges forming. Blood red eyes opened to gauge your reaction.

“You’re so beautiful… “tracing the line on his cheek.

“I am a monster.” And Loki turned his gaze away from you.

You gently lifted his chin back to look at him.

“Does it bother you at all that I’m queer? That I still have dreams about being with women while I’m with you? Do you worry I am going to cheat on you?”

Loki’s demeanor brightened. “Not at all darling. I know and trust you.”

“Then trust me, you’re no more a monster than I am. And if you refuse to agree- well then you are MY monster.” You kissed him softly. You could feel him smile. “I was terrified to tell you this Lo. Terrified you’d immediately break it off with me.” you leaned into him for comfort.

“Why would I do that?? I may be a monster but that��s pretty low.”

“It’s been enough for others before.” You said low and quiet. “I’ve been too happy to risk it.”

“Kjaere, don’t mistake me for one of these ridiculous Midgardians. I’ve suspected something to this affect for sometime. Before we started courting in fact. I didn’t realize it was such a worry for you, and for that I am sorry.”

“Wait… you knew?”

“SUSPECTED.”

You giggled out the remaining nervousness.

“Why do you think you’re a monster Lo?”

“The stories parents tell their children before sleep, the villains are often frost giants. Asgardian history itself is littered with frost giant horrors. Even my own past, I could not escape what I am.”

“But I love who you are”

You tensed as you realized what you had said, never having said it to another before. You could feel Loki still. You held your breath, debating just running away. Loki held you in place.

“Even in this barbaric form?” he looked at you with his piercing ruby eyes.

“Especially so.” and you kissed him hard, ignoring the chill from his skin.

“Norns. I don’t deserve it.”

“Fuck anyone who thinks that. Look at you, look at me. I’m the one who doesn’t make sense. You’re the most handsome person I’ve ever seen and I’m, just…” and you grabbed your curves for emphasis. “This.” spat out with more venom than ever before.

Loki chuckled. “We make quite the pair, don’t we.”

“gee thanks.” and you stood to leave. Loki grabbed your wrist.

“Love, you misunderstand me. We are too alike at times. I love you for who you are! These curves,” and he reverentially ran his hands over your form, “are just a bonus.”

You chuckled and curled into Loki’s arms. In comfortable silence you both looked out into the city, night descending and the lights taking over the view in peace. Soon though you started to feel the chill and after one shiver from you Loki faded his Jotunn form back to the familiar pale Asgardian body. All the anxiety melted away, feeling more secure in this moment than ever before.

“I have an idea, if you’re open to it.” he whispered. You could feel him move and shift again. You moved to see Loki- not as an Asgardian or even Jotunn - but this time as a tall woman, a dress even accentuating new godly cleavage. Your jaw fell slack.

She started to lead you inside. “It’s been ages since I last made love as a woman.”

That was all it took before you felt yourself melting into your desire for your beloved Loki.

Once back in their room, you could not pull yourself from her body. You kissed her soft lips, and ran your hands over the new softness of her hips, before daring to caress her breast over her dress. She let out a gasp as you played with the now hardening nipple through the fabric. She let you pull the dress over head, letting her even longer hair cascade over the bare skin. You felt on fire, your deep desires taking over.

“Is this your first time with a woman?” Loki asked, breathlessly.

You nodded your head “No”. “it may be surprising, but I’ve had threesomes before” you confessed.

Loki’s eyebrows raised. Before they could ask more questions you descended your mouth over the sweet bud of their hardened nipple, sucking just hard enough to pull a humming sound from her instead. Her hands were running under your top, reaching for your skin as well. Leaning back you whipped off your top and unhooked your bra before throwing it to the side of the bed. She smiled, seeing how erect your nipples were as well. She took one in her hand and pinched just hard enough for you to gasp, causing your own arousal. In a flurry of limbs, tongues and kisses, you were both became bare for each other, you leaning over Loki your own hair hanging down tickling their skin with a smirk from you. You couldn’t wait, you slid down their torso kissing as you slowly pushed her legs apart. Kissing and nipping at her soft thighs, as you teased her folds with a light touch, spreading her slickness before venturing close to the bud of her clit. When you lightly brushed your finger tip around it in a slow, deliberate circle, Loki bucked and shuddered. You looked your partner in the eye as you brought the same finger to your mouth and sucked all of her off.

“So sweet, I need more.” And you descended your mouth, throwing her leg over your shoulder. You lapped and worked your tongue on her clit, drinking of her pussy as if you found the oasis in the desert. As your ministrations brought her closer to her climax, Loki’s hips started to buck and grind on your face until you pushed your arm to pin them down to the mattress. You took your other hand and inserted your index finger inside while still sucking on her clit. She moaned as you slipped your middle finger in as well and started pumping, curving your fingers to find just that spot. You knew when you found it as Loki moaned louder than before. “Kjaere, don’t stop.” And you didn’t you kept going, faster than before and felt them tighten around your fingers. Straining against your arm Loki arched their back and tensed as they came, squirting on your hand and face.

You leaned back on your knees to catch the expression of surprise and bliss on your partner’s face, chest heaving as they worked to catch their breath. “That was new” they managed to say with a grin.

A few hours later, spent and exhausted, basking in the afterglow of so many orgasms (you had lost count after 7), you hummed a contented sigh into the neck of your lover.

“Something on your mind?” she asked.

“nope. Ya fucked it out” you mumbled with a smile. “I love you Loki.”

“Oh my heart. I love you too, get some rest. I can show you how much more in the morning- and you can tell me that threesome story.”

You blushed.

“Deal.”

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Loki Laufeyson

Angst: ꕥ | dark: ☾ | smut: ✮ | fluff: ❀

Sit. Still. (President Loki) ✮

The Hoddie ✮

Special Treat

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plussizefantasia · 1 year

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Masterlist

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Soulmate AU: Fluttering Hearts Unsure Hearts

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Could I please request a fat fem Loki and fat fem reader fic please? Just pure fluff 💞💞 thank you!!!!

Two Hearts, One Mind

Fem!plus size Loki x plus size reader

Loki and their love’s night out on the town!

Warnings: Loki has the pronouns she/they, just all fluff

WC: 1.1k

Minors DNI

“Come now my love! We’re going to miss our bus!” Loki called into the flat, adjusting her green button-up shirt around their generous chest. “I know! Just touching up my make-up!” You shouted back, making your partner smile as she swiped away some non existent dust from her slacks and threw the house keys and her wallet in the black over-shoulder bag you had sewn for her, checking to make sure the small black box was still where she had hidden it at the bottom.

She turned and watched you stumble from your shared bedroom, almost tumbling over in the heels you insisted on wearing so she didn’t have to bend down as much when you wanted a kiss. Of course, your 50s style flared dress was the same shade of green as their shirt, with little silver flowers decorating the skirt. There was a silver sash tied around your thick waist, the design of Loki’s helmet on the end, paired with a small purse of the same colour.

“Oh wow.” You looked up at Loki with so much admiration and love, she almost couldn’t bear to look into your wide, doe eyes. Instead, she cupped your face, kissing your painted lips gently so as to not mess up your carefully applied lipstick. “You’re so pretty.” You whispered against her thin lips, plump arms winding around her large waist to keep them close, hands running up her silk shirt. Kissing her was always like this, hypnotizing, heart-stopping. Your apartment blurring around you as you melted into her, the natural chill of her body creating goosebumps wherever her slim fingers touched.

Loki pulled away first, lips smeared with your lipstick, but still smiled as they looked down at you, cupping your plump cheek, thumb wiping away the streaks of red that had been spread around your mouth. “As much as I would love to stay and do that for the rest of the evening, we do have a reservation we need to get to.” “You’re always ruining my fun.” You teased. With one last peck to your partner’s lips, you stepped away and righted yourself.

“Alright, let’s go!”

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Of course Loki reserved the Met for your date. You thought as they pulled you up the grand marble stairs of the museum, which was devoid of the usual visitors. Her fingers were tightly intertwined with yours, the cold metal of her rings digging into your skin, but you didn’t mind, you never did.

Her smile was bright and full, a sight so rare in the beginning of your relationship, but now seemed a permanent feature of her perfect, sculpted face. A feeling of nostalgia washed over you as you stepped into the grand halls, huge pieces of art looming over the two of you.

This was where you met. It had been a rainy day, much like it was today, and you had sought shelter inside. On a whim, you wandered down the corridor to the side of the building, the huge collection of Greek and Roman art drew you in. But as you entered one of the final rooms, all of the beauty you had seen suddenly became children’s scribbles in comparison to the woman that stood in the center.

Their jet black hair was tied back in intricate braids with small threads of silver running through them. Her subtle makeup and black suit gave her an air of power and regality that knocked the breath from your lungs. She was gazing at the statue of a nymph which so greatly resembled her own physique. With wide hips, long plump legs and strong shoulders hidden behind a patterned shirt and long, tight skirt, they were the single-handedly the most stunning person you had ever seen.

She seemed to sense your presence, turning her head to glance over her shoulder at you, her dazzling green-blue eyes sparkling. “Beautiful is it not?” You had no idea where your confidence came from but you answered her cooly, not taking your gaze from her. “Most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

Your heels clicked on the white floors as you walked the familiar path down the hall, instinctively moving to that back room where your life had changed forever. Loki kept glancing back at you, as if making sure you were still there, even if she was holding your hand tightly.

The sculpted marble was illuminated by soft floor lights, gentle music playing quietly from the speakers in the corners of the room. Loki gracefully spun you around, right into their arms, your favourite place to be. “Feeling sentimental, my love?” You queried, resting your palms on her shoulders as she hugged you close.

“I simply wished to remind myself of that magical moment when I was saved. I never thought I deserved redemption after all I had done. I saw myself as a monster, but then you appeared. You saved me.” She held your face in her hands, gazing down at you with the most vulnerable expression you had ever seen.

She was baring her soul to you, offering up her entire being for you to do what you wished. “I have loved you since the moment we met and I can’t imagine a life without you. I came here on that day so many years ago, to try and find some manner of beauty in this ugly world. But as I looked upon this very statue, I had my doubts that I could ever find such a thing.”

Your fingers squeezed her shoulders as the tears built in your eyes. “But then, there you were. Like a nymph yourself, you cast an enchantment over me, and suddenly, the world was bright. I live for your smile, for your love. I burn for you.” Her voice was strained, on the edge of cracking.

Their head dipped down to rest her forehead against your own, tears shimmering in her eyes before her eyelids fluttered shut, she couldn’t bear the sight of such pure love and devotion within your own e/c’s. “I love you.” She whispered.

You stayed like that for a moment, each of you revisiting your favourite shared memories, when suddenly, you spoke. “Marry me.” She froze, eyes shooting open. “What?” You smiled brightly, giggling. “Marry me.”

Pulling up your small purse, you fished inside the bag and placed a small object in her hand. “You’re my world Loki, all I have ever wanted is to be yours. Forever.” The simple black gemstone set in a plain silver band with flowers engraved around it. You took her hands within your own and slipped it on her ring finger. “So please, marry me.”

She sighed but smiled all the same. “As if I could ever say no to you. But it seems we have both had the same thought” From her own bag, out came the velvet box she had hidden from you for months. You laughed out loud as she put her own ring on your finger. “We spend too much time together, my love.”

“Or maybe not enough.” You wound your arms around their neck, lips meeting in a passionate kiss, the rest of the world falling away.

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zombiiegrr · 1 year

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ok im well aware I should be writing my dbf! Bucky fic but I just got this idea like a out of earth y/n who has these things where she’s supposed to mate once a year (technically not a heat..) and she’s staying at the compound it would make sense if Thor or Loki was the person they well.. yk with but if you guys want other characters, I can definitely make my way around that

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mooncakesofpan · 2 years

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Request and ask are open

Feel free to send in request all of my series I write for is in my master list here.

Rules: I do not write smut (I'm not very good at it but I do write suggestive and after care stuff though) No Dub/Nonc*n No Cheating scenarios No Inc*st No Ped*philia

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donaweasley · 7 months

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Sway With Me

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Plus-sized!Reader

Plot:

Time changes several things, including a person’s appearance. The reader was once fit and confident about her physique but recent changes in her lifestyle has made her bloated. Ashamed of her current body, she shuns away from Loki, and keeps him at bay whenever he tries to get close to her. That was until our Silvertongue decides to erase her insecurities once and for all.

Warnings: Body issues.

Read time: ~6 mins

Note: The song mentioned in the story is “For All You Give” by The Paper Kites.

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I wanna take you everywhere I go

Have you by my side

Take a walk round in every town

Drive across state lines

Like the sun sends a golden stream

Into our front room

I could be the same old light for you

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“Come on, dance with me,” Loki pulled her out of the couch and flush to his body.

“You mean ‘sway’ with me,” she giggled.

“Whatever you would like to call it,” he rested his cheek against hers.

“I love this song!” She hummed.

“So do I.”

The lyrics floated through the room, and rippled with the movements of the two bodies swaying to the whims of the accompanying music.

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Like the morning is always new

Give it back to you

Like the rain, it just passes through

For all you give

I'll give it back to you

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“You know I love you, right?” Loki murmured on the skin of her shoulder.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Then why do you say things that hurt me?”

An exhausted sigh left her. She pulled herself away ever so slightly, just enough to be able to look into his green eyes.

“I never wanted to hurt you, Loki. It’s true, isn’t it, that I don’t look as I used to. I don’t like this version of me.”

His eyes looked deep into her soul. There was a command in them, as a king would hold while addressing his subject. But it was softened by a reverence and an equally unparalleled love.

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I think about it like a man in need

Every time I'm gone

Wait to see you like a mile-long train

Is passing by your door

And my life is set around you now

Tangled up the same

And I'll be the one who calls your name

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“But I still love you,” Loki declared. “You. How you look has never mattered to me.”

She raised a playful brow at the statement.

The trickster let out a soft laugh. “I mean, I love the way you look. Any time. In any form. You have always mesmerized me, love.”

“But I disappoint myself,” tears had begun to form at the corners of her eyes.

“Why do you let your looks define you?” Loki slipped a slender finger beneath her chin and held it up. “You are a queen! It is not your looks but your attitude and your work that should define you.”

“Easy for you to say, god!”

Loki sighed in defeat. There seemed to be no way he could convince her with his words.

“Come here.” He took her by the hand, and walked to their bedroom.

“Love, I get it. I get your point,” she chuckled, assuming Loki’s “intentions”.

“No, you do not. You say that you have understood, and then I see you hating yourself all over again. Were you not the one who had taught me to love myself no matter what the world says? Were you not the one to tell me to look past my faults, and find the light inside? I did. And I found you. I found us!”

“I still love myself,” she tried to reason, “I just...it’s this mirror that I don’t like.”

“And this is exactly the reason why I need you to look at it.”

Loki positioned them to stand in front of the mirror, with her facing it while he stood behind her.

“What do you see?” He asked her reflection.

“A gorgeous god with a bag of fat,” she laughed, knowing the reaction she’d receive from him.

“You know what I see?”

“A humble god with a ravishing woman?” She jested.

“Partially correct. The woman is ravishing, yes. But the god is gorgeous, too.”

“Narcissist!” She smacked his arm playfully.

“What? One should always appreciate oneself! You are the one who has taught me that.”

“Hmm,” she hummed in agreement, letting a stubborn smile take over her features.

“But I also see a gracious amount of soft skin hidden behind this ugly piece of cloth,” Loki pulled at her t-shirt.

“Don’t you call my baggy tee ugly, mister!” She laughed.

“Shut up. It is ugly because it does not allow me to feel the warmth of your skin. Do you have any idea how much your touch soothes me? How I crave for your skin...any part of it whenever I am feeling anxious?”

“I know,” she whispered.

“Then? I see this ugly thing again, not hugging but clumsily falling over your beautiful, curvy waist,” his hands gently squeezed her waist. “You know how much I love these curves of yours. But did you know that now there is a lot more room for me to dig my fingers into as I make love to you?”

The way he was purring into her ears, and the manner in which his long fingers were slowly gripping her, made her giggle and squirm.

“Ticklish...just the way I like it. See, you do not even allow me to tickle you anymore.”

The more she wiggled under his hold, the more he continued his mischief. Their laughter filled the room until she was panting and begging him to stop.

He kissed her neck before speaking, “And these?”

His palms had now snaked up her body, stopping only when they came to rest on her breasts.

“Do you have any, any idea how much I love these?”

“I guess, I do,” she replied through ragged breaths. Either his hands were exuding magic or she must have lost her senses during the whole tickle-fight, she thought.

“No, you do not,” he breathed in her ear. Yes, it was him and not her, she was sure now.

“If you knew,” his mouth continued with the words while his hands continued with something else, “you would not have left me craving for days.”

“(Y/N)?” He turned her around to face him, “Why are you depriving me of things that I love? Things that I need for survival? I need you. All of you - the good and the bad. Although there is nothing ‘bad’ about your body but only about the way you look at it. Look at yourself the way I look at you. And then you shall see what a marvellous creation you are!”

A tear ran down her cheek. Wiping it off, she tried to laugh but almost choked on her emotions. “I still don’t understand how you can love me so much. You, a god!”

“I am,” Loki kissed her face, “but a simple man with a heart that beats for you. And yes, the most charming man in the entire universe!”

His mischievous smirk made her laugh. Loki stole the moment to pull her flush to him.

“You are my queen,” he ran a hand over her head and down her neck, “my angel. You are…the most beautiful creation that can ever exist. And never ever will you doubt yourself.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Or else I shall punish you.”

A pleasant shiver ran up her spine. “Is that a threat from a god?” She whispered back.

“It is a promise from a god,” his breath warmed the shell of her ear, “and a god always keeps his promise.”

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megamindsecretlair · 10 months

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Be My Little Darling

Masterlist Chapter 2

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. One shot. There is some making out, unresolved sexual tension! Mentions of private parts. Cursing. There's violence with weapons. Established relationship.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. At least they will be after you stop a creep from bothering one of your waitresses. And Loki has to stop the fight with you. He takes you back to his office to set some things straight.

Word Count: 3,826k

A/N: Ever since hearing that the Loki show had an early concept of Loki running a 70s dance club like the show Lucifer, I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I knocked this out. It was fun to write LOL. I conceived it as a one shot, so enjoy. Not beta'd or proof read, so all mistakes are mine. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!

“Hands. Off. Now,” you snarled. You looked up into the ugly mug of some random person who had too much to drink. He stank of ale and dried sweat and something faintly oily.

He sneered down at you and looked you over. You wore the same thing as the other girls, except you took liberties with yours. The skirt was a little shorter, the cleavage a little tighter, fishnet tights, and fingerless gloves. You wore all black like the other waitresses complete with a fresh black rose pinned to your lapel.

He saw you no more than background noise, blending into the decadent atmosphere. So, in his mind, he could do whatever he wanted.

“I don’t hear her complaining,” he said, with a heavy accent. You couldn’t place it, but then again, you were still getting used to New Asgard. Between the Asgardians and the humans native to this part of the world, there was an eclectic mix of voices, accents, and dialects.

He held one of your girls by the arm and from the looks of it, it was none too gently. She was a pretty brown haired girl, a little mousy and pale, but this room preferred the look of a doe-eyed innocent. You nodded to her, to give her reassurance that everything would be okay.

You turned your scowl back on the idiot. “She’s told you no a few times. Clean out your ears and let her go. I won’t ask again,” you said.

“And what will you do?” He asked. He looked around the room at his buddies who laughed along with him. You looked around, committing each idiot to memory. They were definitely banned after this.

You licked your lips, trying to keep your cool. You were so over this bullshit. You weren’t a bouncer and you resented the extra load Loki dumped on your shoulders. As if managing nine fucking rooms in a club was an easy task.

He chuckled some more, getting his cronies to increase their mocking laughter. The Alfeim room was supposed to be one of the most relaxing and ethereal rooms. You didn’t know where the meathead came from but you made a mental note to deal with the front house staff in the morning.

You moved forward and conjured a defense baton, bringing it down on his arm at the joint. There was a faint crunching sound and he yelled as he dropped the girl. She grinned and backed away, using her tray as a shield from the other cronies. They stood up and you slowly unveiled a conjured sword, waving it about.

“Ah ah ah,” you tsked. “Play fair.”

The meathead wailed like an unruly child and you curled your lip in disgust. So pathetic.

“Out, all of you. And I never want to see you here again.”

There were five men who encircled you, each remaining in place. You glanced around the room. There were log tables set up with stumps to sit on. There was fake moss on the walls and floor, fake branches overhead, and a cave facade built onstage for the performers. The girls in this room wore leafy, flowy skirts and loose peasant shirts. Flower crowns were woven into their braided hair and they wore sandals on their feet.

The patrons in this room needed that bit of fantasy to escape for a bit. For now, they were content to watch the fight unfold. They weren’t freaking out, so you decided to keep the mood light.

The meathead in charge stopped crying long enough to struggle to his feet. “You will regret that,” he said, low and menacing. Well, at least he thought so. But once you saw a man sniveling on the floor with snot running down his face, you kind of lost all respect.

You swung the sword towards him until it was flush against his neck. “Care to try me? I haven’t had a good fight in a good while,” you said.

The meathead scoffed. He suddenly thrust his arm up, moving your sword out of the way. But it still nicked him across the neck and cheek. A red line opened up on his skin and bled freely. He paid it no mind as he got in close, using his good side and broad frame to crowd into you.

You stepped in close as well and used the hilt of your baton to hit him in the abdomen. You stepped in, turned, and used the momentum to bring the baton across his face. His face whipped to the side but then turned back to you with fire in his eyes.

Finally, a good fucking fight. He yelled and ran at you, picking you up and slamming your back against the nearest table. You dropped the sword and conjured another baton and began wailing on any available body parts you could reach. You rained down holy fire on his back and arms until he finally leaned back far enough for you to land a solid kick.

He stumbled back, cursing at you and calling you out of your name. You hopped off of the table and bent low to bring your batons down on his kneecaps, ankles, and shins. He yowled in pain before grabbing your arm with a snarl.

“Let her go.” A deep, rich voice called out into the room. The faint faerie-like music slowed to a stop. The lights seemed to dim in his presence.

You sighed. This was the last fucking thing you needed.

“I got it,” you said. You twisted in the man’s hand making him twist in an unnatural way. He could either let go and save his hand or keep going out of spite. He cried out as his wrist twisted too far. You grabbed it and twisted it behind his back. You elbowed him in the back until he was bent over and back to crying. You applied pressure until his knees buckled.

“All of you, out. And you already know what I will do if I catch you here again,” Loki said. His breathy baritone commanded all the force of a prince. The eggheads who stayed out of the fight looked to their pathetic leader. He looked between you and Loki, trying to determine who was the real threat. You with the weapons, or the owner of the club and his former prince.

The meathead nodded and you let him go with a final shove. He stood up and one of his buddies came to help him stand. He glared daggers at you as they were escorted out by a team of bouncers.

You weren’t even out of breath. You released your constructs and set about setting the room to rights. You didn’t want to look at him. You already knew that he’d be scowling at you. As if the disturbance was somehow your fault.

Loki approached you on silent feet. While you were looking down, his shiny black dress shoes came into view.

He called your name and you suppressed a shiver. His voice made music out of your name, pronouncing all of the syllables in his own unique way. Every time felt like you were discovering your name for the first time.

You dragged your eyes along his all black suit that hugged his frame, accentuated his small waist, and broad shoulders. He wore a black on black suit, with a black tie, and a black rose on his lapel. His hair draped down to his shoulders. He was letting it grow out again and gods it was glorious on him.

His signature scowl was on his face as he regarded you.

“I had it covered, you didn’t have to do that.” You hated that even from across the fucking club, word spread so fast that he always spoiled your fun.

“It shouldn’t get that far,” he said.

“How about you trust me next time?” You snapped. You weren’t a fucking child that he could scold. He raised an eyebrow at you.

Perhaps you really had lost your mind, because you didn’t care this time. “You can’t expect these people to trust me, let alone my girls to trust me, if you swoop in and command people about. They need to fear me, not you,” you continued.

“He had his hands on you,” Loki said as if it explained everything.

“He had his hands on Sugar, or did you not see that?” You asked. Loki gave every waitress a name. Sugar, Sweetie, Honey…

“Darling,” he said, with a slight smile. “There’s nothing that goes on in my club that I don’t know about,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. Yes, you’ve heard the speech. He is the lord and king of the club and no one could tell him different.

You finished righting the tables and stumps. You grabbed the towel hanging from your back pocket and wiped down the table. The couple who had been sitting there had stood up in the commotion to avoid being trampled. They nodded their thanks. You gave them vouchers for a free drink on their next visit.

“I don’t need your fucking help, Loki,” you said. You brushed past him but he dug his fingers into the fleshy parts of your upper arm.

He raised a finger into your face. “Have care how you speak to me,” he said.

His dark eyes bored into yours. Oh he was angry. If he had the ability to burn you with one look, it’d be this one. His jaw flexed as he clenched it and his eyes were so narrow, he looked like his eyes were half closed.

You yanked your arm out of his grasp. He reared back as if you had slapped him. “Fuck you,” you said.

Instead of rising to your obvious bait, Loki chuckled. He clapped slowly and turned around, getting others to clap along with him. “Let’s thank the lovely Darling for keeping us safe.”

The room clapped awkwardly before Loki nodded to the band. The music resumed, the soft and ethereal music floating through once more. Waitresses floated in and out carrying full trays of drinks to go with the forest theme.

Loki smiled and waved to patrons. He leaned down to speak to a group of women who giggled at his words. Giggled. You dry heaved.

Loki turned back to you and his smile disappeared. He stepped closer and leaned towards your ear. “My office. Now,” he demanded.

You sucked your teeth but his expression told you that he wasn’t in the mood tonight. Whatever. If he wanted to fire you, you’d welcome it. You didn’t sign up for this shit.

You whirled around and exited the room. The common areas were decorated in velvet and revolving lights that switched colors and swirled on the walls. Waitresses dressed in regalia from all over the nine realms marched to and from the various kitchens and bars, carrying drinks or finger foods.

Your high heels clicked on the floor, despite the thumping music from various rooms you passed. You were all too aware of Loki stalking behind you. He didn’t make much of a sound. If it weren’t for his shoes, you wouldn’t be able to tell he was there. Well, besides the overwhelming presence of him.

His disappointment and anger were like thick blankets around you. Suffocating you. Your skin was overheated and oversensitive. You wanted a fight but now you were left unfulfilled. Your denied release made you antsy, eyes flicking across the assorted artwork and sculptures in the labyrinth hallways.

You led the way to his office. Smack at the back of the club, Loki had a spacious and elegant office. He was done in his signature black and emerald. Deep, plush couches he probably fucked people on.

He had a dark mahogany desk that was large enough to dominate the room. Two chairs were in front of it. File cabinets, boxes, and random sculptures made up the room. He had a private bar in the corner with the best liquor according to his tastes.

He entered behind you and slammed the door shut. You hated that you jumped. You hated it more that the sound of the door locking didn’t scare you. It excited you. Your pitiful crush on your boss was embarrassing. All of the women loved him. Half the men did too. He had a unique way of making you feel like the only person in the room, despite being surrounded.

You crossed your arms and faced forward. He stalked towards you, way too close for comfort. You shifted as he trailed a finger down your exposed arm. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“If you don’t respect me out there, the other girls will stop listening. So instead of running a club, I’m now stuck with the task of hiring and training a completely new staff. Do not disrespect me out there,” he said.

You faced him. “Then don’t disrespect me. I had the situation under control,” you said.

He laughed at you and shook his head. He dropped his hold on your chin. “I’m sure breaking his knees and arms was a controlled situation,” he said.

“He would’ve healed,” you said.

“That’s not the point!” He yelled. Fresh arousal flooded you and made your stomach flip. This was so fucked up. His yelling should not excite you. But it did. Gods, it did. Every single time.

“There’s no fighting in my club. Ever,” he said.

“You embarrassed me out there. How can people respect my position if you don’t?” You asked.

“I wouldn’t have given it to you if I didn’t respect you. I know you can do a good job. Itching for a fight will drive customers away. What’s going on with you?” He asked.

You blinked at him. “What? Nothing. Can’t a woman rage without there being a reason?”

“Not you, no. What is it? What happened?”

“Nothing,” you said through gritted teeth.The hell did he truly care anyway? Maybe you were in a shitty mood because you wanted to be. You were stressed out to the max. The highlight of your day was managing the club. Outside of it…it wasn’t pretty. You preferred the dark interior of the club and its nine rooms to the sunny and bright world outside. It was all so sad.

But you weren’t about to tell your boss that. If you broke down, he’d be more than justified to replace you. And you didn’t want to think about what would happen if you didn’t have the club anymore.

He approached you, crowding into your personal space. You backed away until your round ass hit the top of his desk. Still, you tried to get out of the web he weaved. His entire being made the room feel tiny.

“Tell me or we’ll have to find a more constructive use for you,” he said. He looked down his nose at you, eyes raking over your plump brown lips.

A sigh escaped you. “We’ve never crossed that line, Loki,” you said.

“I can’t fathom a reason why right now,” he said.

You chuckled to try to dissipate some of the tension in the room. “You couldn’t give me what I want,” you said.

You and Loki had flirted plenty of times over the years, but you both respected your positions. You didn’t need anyone thinking you got this job on your knees. Some of the girls liked to still gossip and call you Princess when they thought you couldn’t hear them. But no one thought you two had a relationship.

How could they? Loki had a different woman or man or those in between on his arm every night. He made no secret of the type of people he liked. And safe to say, you did not fit the bill. You weren’t ugly. You knew that for a fact. You were gorgeous with real curves and a real tummy.

Loki seemed to go for the weak willed, bland people whose personalities came from a quiz online. He liked to boss people around and you made sure that he knew that he couldn’t do the same to you.

“You think you’re so hard to figure out?” He chuckled and looked over you as if you were nothing. “Darling, I know what you need.”

You jutted your chin out and crossed your arms. He poked your side. You slapped his hand away. He poked your other side and you slapped his hand away again. What was he playing at?

He scooted closer, molding his body along yours. You felt the unmistakable imprint of his dick straining against his trousers. You inhaled sharply, not expecting that at all. You looked into his eyes. He had a downright devilish grin on his face.

He dragged his fingers from your tummy, up and over your chest, in between your breasts, and then wrapped them around your throat.

You prayed he couldn’t feel your heartbeat increasing. He smelled like wood and smoke, like sin.

“Tell me to stop,” he said. He kept eye contact with you as he leaned down and kissed the tops of your breasts. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

“Shove me away,” he said. He increased pressure on your neck and you whined. His free hand roamed over your thigh before pulling it up and wrapping it around his hip. It pressed his dick closer to you and your pussy throbbed.

He moved his hands higher, lifting your skirt. He went so agonizingly slow, giving you enough time to reject him. To shove him away. To tell him to leave you alone. Yet…what if this is all you got from him? What if this was your one chance to experience Loki’s attention directed at you?

“My poor, overworked Darling. So many responsibilities I gave you. I have no doubt you can deliver. But so little time for a proper release,” he said. His breath fanned over your face, smelling of whiskey and mint.

His fingers slid up to your jaw, running his thumb over your lips before pushing in. You suckled his thumb as his other hand drifted closer to your pussy. He played with the outline of your panties, lighting running his fingers back and forth.

You shamelessly moaned. You wiggled your hips, trying to get him to do anything else. He couldn’t stand here teasing all damn night. Surely, you would recover from his rejection after this. You weren’t the first to hold out on him but it was a game to see how flustered you could make each other.

Once he had you, there was no reason to continue the game.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded.

You snapped your eyes to his. His magic must extend to his eyes, because you were lost. Pulled in. Fuck it. Heartbreak was worth whatever he was about to do to you.

“No funny remarks? Is that all it takes? Playing with your needy little pussy?” He asked.

You nipped at his thumb but he didn’t pull it away. He grinned. “You don’t know what I need,” you said. But your comeback was weak to your own ears.

“You take care of so much, but who takes care of you?” He asked.

“I have a trusty vibrator. Better than any man,” you taunted.

Loki grinned. “Don’t stand there and lie, Darling. Shall I prove you wrong?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, daring him to. He hooked his finger under your panties and cooed at the amount of wetness on the gusset of your panties. “Quite a mess you made.” He leaned his head down and nuzzled your cheek before resting his nose against your shoulder. He took a deep whiff.

“Divine,” he said.

His knuckles brushed against your slick folds and you whined, moving your hips to get him where you needed him. “You’re so used to being in control, aren’t you?”

He took his thumb out of your mouth and grabbed your chin. He brought you close, close enough for your lips to touch. He licked his lips and the movement caught some of yours.

“Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop,” he said.

“Fuck you, Loki,” you said.

He chuckled and started to rub his knuckle back and forth with increased speed. You bit your lip to keep from moaning on his knuckle. There was no way he was playing you this well. It was embarrassing.

He kissed both of your cheeks and hovered his lips over yours. You wrapped one arm around his shoulder and the other around his tie. You yanked and he fell forward, giving you a quick kiss.

You dug your hands into his scalp, pulling his hair at the roots. He growled but still didn’t take the hint. He bit your lip and you cried out. He licked away the sting.

“Ask nicely if you want me to kiss you,” he said.

“Fuck you,” you breathed.

“Say the word and I will,” he said. You mashed your lips together, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

His knuckle stilled and you cried, rolling your hips forward. He withdrew completely and you groaned. You were nearly there. He kept eye contact as he licked his knuckle. You could smell yourself on his fingers. It was obscene. And it was fucking hot.

“If you want this cock, you’ll have to beg for it.” His voice weaved a spell on its own. You sighed at his filthy words.

“Like hell,” you said.

Loki chuckled and shrugged. “Until you beg, you’ll stay like this. You’re not allowed to cum or let anyone else touch you.”

He backed away from you, dropping you unceremoniously. Your leg hit the ground and your knees slightly buckled. You caught the desk behind you to keep you upright. You hadn’t known that he held the majority of your weight. The bastard took all the heat with him. Your hands shook with overwhelming need.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” you scoffed.

“I know I can. Go home. Think of me. Curse me. Whatever you need to do. But I will be very angry if you cum without my permission.”

He nuzzled your neck again before planting a soft kiss to your neck. He caressed your cheek before fully backing away. He rolled his shoulders. His pants were tented. Surely he was in pain as well.

“Don’t worry about me, Darling. I can last longer than you,” he said. Oh, now he activated your competitive side.

You smiled sweetly and fixed your skirt. You took your time fluffing it around your hips and thick thighs. Two could play that fucking game. You stood up and sashayed past him.

“We’ll see. But you’re not allowed to touch anyone else either,” you smirked. You trailed your hand along his chest as you passed him. His dark chuckle followed you out of the room. This ought to be interesting.

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loverforfanfiction · 2 years

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Thanks for 48 follwers I hope to keep growing more in the future and you guys are amazing so for that dating the avengers would include!!!

:they all are very overprotective of you

: if anything happens to you that person is gone in that case

:you staying backs on missions to be safe

:watching them work

:helping tony and Bruce in the lab

:helping peter with school work

:helping bucky and steve catch up with the times

:helping bucky and nat with there past

:cooking with wanda and vision

:going to asgard with thor and loki

:you guys all getting matching tattoos

:moving into the tower's

:not caring what others think about your relationship

:clint and nat teaching you how to use weapons

:binge watching movies together

:helping bucky and steve with technology

:having races with pietro

:going to all the partys

:having a big bed to fit all of yall

:them buying you anything because they spoil and love you

:Bruce being the first to say I love you

:being in amazing relationships

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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Weekend Update 02/25/2024

Nerdie! You saw it right! He won! *hugs tightly*

Yes he did! 🥰 We're all so happy for him! Finally!

We're also buzzing about how he looks like he's on the cover of a romance novel. Maybe on a ranch, maybe in the 1800's. It's a pretty versatile look. He likes his deep V's....

As we all should. Also, I'm taking notes on that. *scribbles*

Anything new besides, well clearly pirate adventures?

Pirates have scurvy and Pedro is well nourished so none of that. Other ideas for his characters. Ezra and Pero might have scurvy though. I did manage to write some this week. It's been busy. 👀 Ugh...real life stuff. Nothing major. Just needs to be done.

Nerdie's fics:

Guiding Light (Ezra one shot - I was chatting with @lady-bess and had the idea for this. I always have Ezra in some crime. 😎)

Lunch is happening right? (Part two of my summer romance Javi G fic. Not sure how many parts.)

He told me his name (Din Djarin x plus size female reader) I wrote it after reading a new Din fic by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (will be listed below. I'd still call it moody because despite writing, I still have trouble with my vocabulary. 🤣 It is pretty though. I'm working on a follow-up since people asked 👀)

Can't win carino (Javi G one shot - for @i-own-loki because she gave me the idea and the moodboard so I ran with it.)

The Man Next Door (Jake Lockley one shot for @megamindsecretlair because she kinda asked, more like I asked her what she wanted in it. She asked for action and smut. I might try more action in fics later.)

Get a room you two and BONE (Part two of my Tim Rockford comedy series which now has romance? I binged too much B99, watched a bit of Castle and a few episodes of Kojak with my mom. The insanity will only increase with part three but maybe there might be some growth between Tim and Doc? Or a hippo.)

Nerdie I thought you said you were busy....that's six fics...

I was and some of them I had been working on for a while. I also had some insomnia (that lead to parts two and three of the Tim Rockford fic). Anyway, on to the main event! 😘

Nerdie's fic recommendations! or things I read this week. 😄

14 x kisses by @trulybetty (Jack Daniels x reader) Part of her 29 days of valentines for February.

Sorgan Girls Are Easy - Solo Din Djarin by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (the fic that inspired my Din - her Din has 100% more smut)

Half of you - chapter 3 by @foxilayde (Santiago Garcia x fem. reader) Slow burn series - love it and trying to read it slowly to savor it.

Falling for you by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Javi Pena x fem reader) A bittersweet read that had me wonder what was next but I was hopeful.

Sunday Naps by @javierpena-inatacvest (Frankie Morales x fem reader) More proof that cuddling with Frankie leads to wonderful things.

Poe Dameron falling in love with his shy best friend (GN reader) by @i-belong-to-the-stars What one hopes for if you're shy and you're in love with those curls...er Poe. 🫣

Mystery Strain by @rebel-held (Dieter Bravo x GN reader) All kinks are valid and who doesn't love Dieter with a belly? 😘

Bulletproof by @laurfilijames (Jax Teller x fem reader) She wrote poetic porn with feelings. I was overcome, titllated and confused.

A girl walks into a bookshop by @oonajaeadira (Ezra x fem reader) Soft Ezra with a bookshop, yes please! 😄

Beneath the mask by @saradika (Din Djarin x fem reader) A medieval knight Din...so where does one pick up the velvet dress?

Loneliness by @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x GN reader) Pondering Pero in your local Park? Highly recommended for Valentine's Day.

15 x cashmere by @trulybetty (Joel Miller x GN reader) What thread count was it that encouraged Joel to hop in bed in such a state? For my personal file. 👀

He sees you by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x reader) This writer will tell you she just loves words. I would argue that the words love her in a unique way that makes you see the things. 💜

16 x dance by @trulybetty (Tim Rockford x reader) I pictured him dancing with the reader in his trench coat. @secretelephanttattoo (El) is to the holsters as I am to the trench coat. 🤣 In my mind.

Quiet Moments Collection by @secretelephanttattoo (various Pedro characters x reader) It’s the small instances that you think don’t matter, that are the most meaningful.

Plus One by @always-andromeda (Frankie Morales x fem reader) Always a fan of two idiots in love, even with their spat.

A Strange Fate by @youandmeand5bucks (Silva x fem reader) Two people who came together because of life circumtances. Are they really satisfied?

A Beskar Valentine by @firstofficerwiggles (Din Djarin x female reader) Awesome username, it makes me giggle. Din will be ten steps ahead and still fifteen behind when it comes to matters of the heart. My guy is an overthinking champion.

Seven by @lokischocolatefountain (Javier Pena x reader) A simple discussion about children leads Javier to a drastic solution.

To be Explored Later by @legendary-pink-dot (Frankie Morales x fem reader x Santiago Garcia) aka Ms. Curls if ya nasty! 😘 Somehow I missed the gem of a sandwich. How the reader was able to think about anything is beyond me.

Red Light Glow by @missredherring (Lucian Flores x fem reader) This man has me and @rhoorl keeping track of his silk shirt and gold chain. We would accept his call. The guilt would go away too quickly if we felt it at all. 😌

Incarnadine by @iamskyereads (Pero Tovar x fem reader) This Pero has me swoon with his care toward the reader, his love of baths (I just want him to soak and relax - he's been earning coin!), and his word choice. This is another person that words appear to favor. 💜

Not like I fangirled over these writers this week or anything 👀

What on the docket for this week Nerdie?

Part three of the Javi G summer romance

Maybe...Roc & Doc part three I don't like sitting on finished parts but then I whine about having no motivation for the next part. 👀 I make no sense.

March is toward the end of the week so my March Spring Prompts will start! I scheduled the first six days I think. I got anxious about getting behind (which isn't the point of doing them but anxiety doesn't care) and did some in advance. I like how they're coming along and that they're short. Unlike this update. 🤣 They won't have summaries, but will have warnings, tags and notes.

And because I hear series and I think "I should start another one!" I decided to write an Ezra series. How did I happen upon our favorites prospector/scoundrel/reluctant father figure? I've been reading works by @morallyinept @maggiemayhemnj and @magpiepills

Ezra intimidated me because of his language, but actually, I think I'd get along with him because he puts on a persona with a great deal of performance. It's the audience's job to figure out if you're serious or not. Or at least that's how I approached him. 🤨 This could go badly. I stuck him on the bayou with an air boat and I want him to cook gumbo. *full delusional achievement unlocked*

Special shout-outs to @connectioneverywhere and @soft-girl-musings for sending me lovely asks this week.

Also to @inept-the-magnificent who called Tim Rockford her sidepiece and I am still very tickled. 🤣

This update was long 🤗 Hehe

Love Nerdie ❤️

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