#loki × reader

[k1tk4ttt]

How it feel to finally accept and embrace the cringe of reading x reader fics

[cakeandpudding1]

Hey can you do Loki × reader where Loki had been shape shifting himself into cute animals and got the attention of reader who found him super cute and took him with her and he soon caught feelings?

Sure♥️ this is so cute. Loki is honestly such a cutie patootie guys

Pairings : Loki × Reader

You were out for a stroll and suddenly came across a super cute animal. Unbeknownst to you, this adorable creature was actually Loki who you coincidentally stumbled upon. Great, you took him with you after deluding yourself into believing you couldn't just leave him there so that's that. He was certain he'd find a way to sneak off, but later realized he had caught feelings.

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Softie🐇

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"Where might lord Loki be?"

"I was sure he was here a while ago! Lord Odin won't be pleased about this..."

A few servants came, tasked to look for none other than Loki. He was far from interested though. how many times do they have to hold meetings for? Can't they just make a group chat or something? That would be less of a hassle, they just have to make it fancy.

Sneaking off from an important meeting and possibly a few duties to take care off, Loki was more interested in having some fun. What better way than to explore a bit? Maybe eavesdropping for some gossip from other deities about the most recent affairs and cheating scandals happening, ooor maybe stalking Brunhilde for a bit. Both sound evenly tempting.

He hadn't visited Brunhilde in a while, so why not?

After looking around to make sure the previous servants had left, he made his way to where he'd usually find her, in the garden, reminiscing about the time she played around with the other Valkyries. All the while oblivious (maybe) to Loki who had been watching her. Oh, Göll was there too. Yes, she noticed Loki there, but couldn't really bring it up because of his intense stare.

During his time eavesdropping on Brunhilde, he had heard her talk about things she found interest in. One of which were some plants that could be found in the human realm. But, since she was a Valkyrie, she'd need a good reason and special approval to visit earth. (I didn't research about this, srry)

Loki didn't waste a second to run off with his newfound knowledge. Boy was he ecstatic! Imagine Brunhilde's expression when he brings her these delicacies just for her! That's what he thought atleast, so off he went. It wasn't his first time visiting the human realm, so that shouldn't really be a problem for him. That meeting he was supposed to attend? Screw that! He has more important matters to tend to.

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Loki was now down on earth scouting. Did he inform anyone? Nah.

He had taken many forms from birds to humans, hoping to find some info about the specific plant he was looking for. And after a bit of searching, he found them! But, they were from a little garden.

He transformed back into his original form, staring at the plants and making sure they were the exact ones, until—

"What was that?" The second that phrase was said, he immediately transformed back into a bunny, a last minute decision when he heard the door open. Stepping out of the door and into the garden was a woman, wearing a worn out big jumper paired with a shirt that had some outdated meme.

Did that matter? No. His mission was to bring back the plants to Brunhilde. That was the plan, yes, but he kind of gotten himself into something. "Aww, a bunny!" Before he got the chance to hop away as a ball of fluff, you raced him and took hold of him.

Great.

"So cute...let's give you a bath?" You walked further and further away from his jackpot, holding him and preparing a warm bath while he kept eyeing the door to the garden. His plans were quickly interrupted when you soaked him into the bath, gently washing him up with some soap and rinsing it off with some water. Okay, he appreciates that a bit, but he still had something to do— oh, okay you're feeding him now after drying him up. Maybe once that's done, you'll release him? Still no. You were petting him and playing with his ears.

It didn't seem like you were showing signs of releasing him. But he did scout a good while for those plants and you seemed to be the one who had them. Maybe you also had other plants that Brunhilde liked, yeah! Now he had a new plan.

Try to find more of the plants in your garden that Brunhilde liked, and when you don't notice, he'll sneak off and bring them to her. You might be wondering, why not just have servants get them instead? No, he wanted to prove himself. He wanted to bring the gift to her and brag about what he had to do to get it, and have her swoon over him.

That's his new plan.

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What he didn't expect from you was when you insisted on going everywhere with him, your sweet bunny. Dressing him up in bows, frilly dresses, a tie, a hat, it was weird. But, he can't really lie to himself and say he didn't enjoy it, because he eventually started warming up to you.

It started with petting him, cuddling him, talking to him, and being very affectionate. He really didn't understand how he felt about you. Not only that, but he still hasn't showed up in the divine realm where multiple servants were looking for him.

Now, he was cuddling with you on the plush bed, while you stared at him. There was something about your gaze, it was so full of love.

He was always looked up to, feared even. But one of the reasons he caught feelings for Brunhilde was because she treated him differently. But now, she's cold to him and barely even looks at him. It broke his heart when he realized his attempts at trying to get her to like him again were failing

And then, you came. You stared at him with so much care, so much affection, something he didn't know he'd been craving. Just from your actions towards him, the way you treated him, it made his heart flutter in a way it never did before.

And for a moment, he didn't think of Brunhilde, he didn't think of his duties and responsibilities. There was just you, your name engraved into his thoughts. And that's when he realized,

He caught feelings.

But there was a part of him. A part of him that was afraid of getting rejected and having his heart broken once again. And the other part of him couldn't help but fantasize what would happen if you did end up returning his feelings. Not only that, he also knew he couldn't just stay as a bunny. He'd have to reveal his true form somehow, and it made him a bit nervous thinking about your reaction. He had learned a lot after Brunhilde.

He DID end up revealing himself to you, unintentionally.

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It was a rainy night, and you had fallen asleep after tending to your chores and your garden. Loki made sure you were fast asleep before turning back into his god form, staring down at you. He wasn't tired, and he took a liking to watching you instead. He gently caressed your head, letting his mind wander. His curiousity got the best of him, and he decided to whisper a sweet "I love you" in your ear, his thumb brushing over your lip and tracing it.

This simple act resulted in you waking up, catching him. He was about to transform back, but you stopped him, holding his hand in place.

The look on your face already explained a lot for him, and he knew you were probably going to want him to leave after lying to you.

"Is that you, bunny?"

Those words, uttered so softly to him. Like a cloud for him to lay on and float in, gentle and comforting. He quickly snapped out of it, a very frantic look on his face.

"I-no...well, yes. But please listen to me! I didn't know how to tell you...! I swear it just happened—" His frantic words were spilling out, but you stopped him from explaining himself further. Your finger hovering over his lips while he was still panicking.

"Who are you exactly?" That tone held no hatred, no disappointment. It was still the same tone you used towards him when he was in his animal form, and it helped calm him down a little. He knew he couldn't lie to you, what he did was outright abnormal after all. So he let out a big sigh.

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After explaining to you everything, he expected you to be done with him. He prepared himself for you to get mad, but instead, he felt your hands cup his face. When I tell you this caught him SO off gaurd he didn't even notice the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? That's actually insane." You smiled at him, kneading his cheeks like dough. "You're not mad?" You shook your head no. "Should I be?" He didn't respond, and his dumbfounded expression made you giggle.

"Loki..." When he heard you say his name for the very first time, it just felt so right. It was like you were testing his name on your tongue, he felt like he was on cloud nine. His expressions were so cute, you really took a liking to him. So you leaned in, and pressed your lips against his cheek while he froze, eyes widening.

"I like your name very much. And you said you're a Norse god? This feels like a dream, I'm honored."

Despite knowing who he was, you still embraced him with warmth. Bringing your hand to his head and caressing him slowly, his face only flushing a brighter red. "Why did you decide to stay? I'm only a human. There's nothing special about me."

"You're wrong!" He was quick to talk back when you doubted yourself, because it wasn't true. You were so much more than just 'special', you were who he had been yearning for all along. How could you say that about yourself? "You're so much more than that, I know it." His gaze drifted downwards, obviously hurt by your own words. It was surprising to think that someone like him cared so much about you, it was cute. His reactions really brought a smile to your face, and so, you brought yourself closer to him.

Smooch

....

What. Was. That. WHAT WAS THAT?? You? Him? Did you just- to him? You kissed his cheek?! You swore you could see smoke coming from his ears, while he stared at you like you just did something no other had ever done before. The silence was quite awkward, not that you really cared. He however was still shocked, unable to process what just happened.

And then, he jumped from where he was and his fingers intertwined with yours.

"Please, marry me!"

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Time had passed, and you were brought to the divine realm.

Tidying up your bed and staring out the window, you smile to yourself. You stare at the sky, seeing birds and different bird like creatures flying around and doing tasks. But that wasn't the reason you found comfort there.

The door opened, and you looked over your shoulder, already knowing who it was. Loki.

"Love, guess what I bought for you!"

You both finally sealed your relationship together, and he made it well known that the two of you were tightly together. Who would've thought?

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I love softie Loki

[literally-noone83]

Silver Tongue

18+

A/n: Idk what this is. This thing has been sitting in my drafts for so long, and I haven't posted in forever... so. I finally finished it. Here we go, enjoy.

He could listen to you for hours...

The God of Mischeif, the silvertongue of Gods, he's the God who loved to hear himself speak. Words dripped from his lips like honey, or boomed from his depths in power. He enjoyed talking, it was his tool beside his dagger he welded equally graceful and skillfully.

He'd use it to spark the fear in cowering swine, use it to make snide and conniving comments to wound up midgard's heroes, or to caress your ears just to see you go flush red. His words were his way to get what he wanted but... he found your words all the more captivating.

It wasn't like you were doing this on purpose. On the contrary, you found yourself trying not to spiel thoughtless things to the closest person. For the longest time, Loki saw you for your reverence, your shyness as you worked away in the Avengers Tower. He did know your voice tk be tender and sweet in the caveats of days that passed with your kind greetings, small talk with colleagues and phone messages at your desk, but the moment you got latched on to a topic... Loki found himself listening a little bit more closely.

He watched as your eye lit up, your soft lips breaking out into a grin, one that twitched hesitantly as ti contain the visible excitement he saw bubble up inside you. He'd interrupt anyone in the room that may have been talking over you just to inquire on this small matter with you — a book, a movie, a part of history, a niche topic, a notion — and naturally a blush threatened your cheeks. His eyes softened, nodding to letting you know he was listening and the ends of his lips lift to see that was all you needed -- a greenlight that someone cared. Your hesitant words grew to rants, knowledge flowing from you. Your articulation, the fine words you kept in your hidden reputiore, alongside these thoughts. Soon there were days it was just you and him, sitting somewhere hed catch up, comfortably laxed as he hummed at your shared conversations that transformed into your personal monologues hed sit audience to. All of which hed constantly instigate...

"The- then I read an article about ahh- uhm, L-loki?" You breath hitched and he smirked.

"Yes, darling?"

"You- uh, you sure you want me to..." You breath hitch at the way his breath fans your sensitive neck, "Oh yes, dear." His slender hands trail over you hips and god-perfect thighs under that hideous coat.

"Keep talking to me, you know how much I love your voice." His voice hums lowly, kissing that spot under your ear making your shudder slightly. "So sensitive..." He comments smugly.

He had you situated on your desk. Useless things in his eyes pushed to the side to make room for you. How you got into this situation, who knows. And most importantly, who cares? He stood between your legs, up and close tasting your skin and finally feeling how fucking maluable you are in the palm of his hands. Atlas, hearing you shudder and stutter in his ear, under his touch, it was like he was in Valhalla.

"mm darling~" He purrs. "I don't hear you talking..."

You face flushes. You couldn't think straight. "R-right."

"What this article about, hm? I'm listening..." His words end with another wet kiss to your collar bone. A badge of his sincerity.

"it... it was about mythological.... p-paintings." He hums against your skin, kisses trailing your delicate skin.

"Is that right?" He murmurs, before sucking experimentally on a spot only to smirk at the gasp and sigh he elicits from you almost instantly.

"A-about gods and hah..." Loki rubs circles over your hips. "About their heavenly battles," his hands run over your underside of your thighs, smoothing over the plushness before gripping it needily, "them as legends... their- their beauty." He pulls you close to the edge, and your eyes widen at the feeling of his bulge against your inner thigh.

"No need to read about gods when you already have one in the palm of your hands, darling." His snake-like gaze meets yours, his nose brushing yours. His emerald eyes glimmer at your flushed complexion. His fingers graze the band of your leggings. "May I?" He asks softly.

You nod your head.

In a rough yet swift motion, he easily pulls down your pants past your ass and down to your thighs. You watch as his gaze darkens at the sight and you blush, embarrassed. The way his eyes are glued to the wet patch over your clothed pussy makes you squirm. "Lokii..." You whine softly at his long silence. He ignores you. His slender fingers suddenly brush your damp panties, marvelling at the way your cunt involuntarily quivers. He could feel his cock twitch at the view.

His hand comes up hard against the underside of your thigh. The harsh slap echoes in the empty office space. He towers over you and your knees held together by the band of your leggings, hugging your thighs deliciously. One of his large hands pinning you in this position from the back of your knee while the other rubs the pink mark of your skin in forgiveness.

"You stopped speaking, my pretty dove~" He says. His palm travels to your drooling pussy, and he glances at it. The smug grin on his lips widens ever so slightly, satisfied by the growing dark spot on the thin fabric. He audibly groans at the feeling; the wetness pressed against his skin, the heat that radiates from you. All for him, he thinks.

"I want to hear it. Your melodic voice, darling." He continues. Your breath hitches as he drag his middle and forefinger down your slit so easily. "You may think no one's listening... the way you murmur and talk so sweetly, to even the most unworthy of such a sound..." His flattery words drip from his silvery tongue akin to honey and poison. "You have no idea the state you reduce me to when you whisper instructions in my ear when I'm on those god-awful missions... it's the only reason I keep attending." He preens, and he sinks a thumb in your clothed fold, a devilish smirk gracing his lips at your shocked and broken moan.

His eyes glimmered at the way you struggle to walk the line of thought and the abyss of pleasure. He leans down, his lips just tickling the shell of your ear. He breathes steadily compared to your laboured breaths, pausing for a moment to resist the urge to bite you before speaking, "So I want you to speak, my love. I want to hear you babble every frivolous thought as I ravish you. Fucking you to the sound of you trying to retain a single coherent notion. Choking on your words as I listen intently... giving you the attention you deserve, darling."

He pulls back slowly, his nose lightly caressing your cheek as he meets your cloudy eyes. Through hooded lids, his intense gaze flickers over your flushed expression. Your desperate eyes and parted lips, swollen from how much you bit them just to controll yourself — only makes him want to try harder to push you over the edge. You feel his thumb press up against the hood of your clit, and the way you whimper and pull at his clothes, tells him he's the first to ever touch you like this.

"Mm, would you like that?" He whispers. "Finally give you the attention you always deserved?"

He presses on your clit, "m- y-yes! Yes Loki, please." You blurt, you felt like you were going to cry.

"Oh darling..." He removes his hands off you to cup your face. A wanton whine bubbles up into your throat until the feeling of his lips against your forehead, dissolving your pent-up frustration for just a moment. "Patience." He says softly. "I'll give you want you so clearly desire..." His forehead touches yours. Burning hot skin against his contrastingly cool complexion.

However, looking up into his eyes, they were burning with want.

"Let's start with the article's first paragraph, shall we?"

He was going to eat you alive.

[callforspiderboy]

Marvel(MCU) Masterlist

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

Treaty of Sokovia|| Tony Stark × No reader gender

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)

The life I gave up|| Natasha Romanoff × Fem reader

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

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Peter Parker (Spider Man)

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Loki laufeyson

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[knivesncrows]

The games we can play

Pairing: Loki × original female character

Genre: Fluffff

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Loki meets a beautiful stranger at one of Asgard’s celebratory balls, helping his evening go right.

Notes: Hello everyone! This is a pairing I’ve been obsessed with for the longest time. Helia is a product of so much lore and passion and I just recently realised how good these two would be together! This is a part of a bigger universe that I’ve been brainstorming for a while but Loki season 2 gave me an incentive to finally start writing about it. This oneshot is based on the Taylor Swift song ‘Blank Space’ which fit perfectly with how I envisioned them to meet. Hope you enjoy the both of them as much as I loved writing them!

Part of when we’re all alone, I will reach for you series of non chronological oneshots.

Today was another one of the celebratory banquets that everyone on Asgard seemed to love so much and Loki was tired of mingling with the same people over and over again.

He liked a good celebration, don’t get him wrong but these formal ceremonies were much more stifling than the ones he preferred, the more….indecorous ones. There hadn’t been one in a while and it was such a shame, for only at those times did the uptight nobility let loose, forgetting their inhibitions, indulging in all kinds of vices. And Loki was definitely the one who savoured those gatherings the most.

A few people had come up to greet him, two ladies and three lords, engaging him in conversation about the trivialities they get up to and asking about his.

Alas, the heavy burden of social responsibility fell on his mother and himself since the other two members of his family could hardly communicate in a manner fit to converse with the gathered people, though due to different habits. His brother could not stop himself when he started talking, boasting rather, while his father rarely spoke outside of what was necessary.

Loki on the other hand had been blessed by the natural charisma like that of his mother and people certainly took note of it. He was pretty sure that he knew much more about these nobles than Thor did, no matter if he was still more admired than him. Loki never did understand how that worked.

He could not wait to end the night with a warm cup of tea and an excellent read, hidden somewhere amongst the vast columns of books housed in Asgard’s library.

“Hello there.”

Loki turned away from the group of nobles he was conversing with, to look at who had spoken. Even though it was a little boring to chat with the same people for the umpteenth time, Loki didn’t like being interrupted.

His furrowed brows smoothed when he saw the person who had spoken. The silver haired woman was holding a glass of bubbling drink in one hand, a circlet of gold around her head showing that she was probably of high status, in a gown of white that Loki had to admit looked really attractive on her. Her smile, while genuine as far as Loki could tell, also contained a bit of a sly upturn.

“Where have you been?” Her words brought the furrow back to his face. He was pretty sure he didn’t know this woman, which was admittedly a shame, but true nonetheless. However, he wasn’t about to blurt out his confusion unlike one other member of his family that had no such filter.

“It is nice to make your acquaintance, madam but you must excuse me for my poor memory. I fear I cannot quite remember where we have met before.” His words were smooth, a polite smile on his face and he was sure the woman would blush and tell him she admired him or something of the same manner and he would thank her politely and that would be the end of that. Her reply, voice dripping with honey and suggestion, however had him and the nobles around him speechless.

“Ah, the incredible things I could show you.”

He swore he even heard a gasp from one of the ladies standing near him but the now mischievous upturn of the woman’s lips had him intrigued. Here she was, a lady of unknown - although , he had deduced it must be high - standing, of unknown origins, talking to him like they were more than acquaintances and he didn’t have a clue as to who she was. Maybe he should start paying more attention to who his father invited to these things.

He cocked his head, letting a smirk grace his own face, intent on playing along with her little game. This was the most fun he had seen since the evening started.

“Magic, madness, heaven, or sin? I assure you I have seen it all.” He practically purred, taking a few steps towards the woman. The group he had been standing with, followed along like baby ducklings, intent on seeing this play out. It wasn’t common for people to speak so casually with him, knowing his standing and he knew with confidence that this woman was definitely not of Asgard. He would have remembered such a beautiful and bold lady had she been of its court.

He noticed her eyes brightening, smile turning positively devilish at his response and he felt his heart stutter a little at the way she looked at him.

“Oh, anything that you want. I just saw you standing there, and thought to myself, ‘he looks like he could be my next mistake’.”

This time there could be no mistaking the scandalized whispers of the people around them. But the lady didn’t seem like she cared. In fact, she took a sip of her drink, eyes goading as if wanting to know if he would play along or brush her off in the face of proprietary. Well, she was in for a surprise if she thought he was going to back off.

“A mistake I certainly shall not be, my lady, I assure you. But will the high be worth all that pain?” He let his eyes trace her figure, drinking in her delicious body, made all the more enticing by delicate pieces of gold jewellery that she wore in just the right places.

“Oh, I’ve got a long list of ex-suitors that can attest to that high.” she moved a little closer, voice down to barely a whisper he was sure was meant only for his ears. “And the pain as well.”

He felt a shiver go down his spine at the words, getting a little light headed at the smell of her perfume invading all his senses, her face now a lot closer to his own. Belatedly, he noticed that the people had left them some space, probably not wanting to annoy the prince in case the conversation turned more private, but hadn’t moved their eyes off of them.

“What do you say, my lord? Love is but a game, and I think you want to play it.” She grinned smugly, all too aware of the effect she had on him and it disgruntled him a little that he couldn’t appear as stoic as he wanted to in front of her. Would she think him weak, for showing his appreciation of her words and form on his face and actions? Or would she embrace it, reward him for it with another seductive quip? Although it appeared she did not know that he was a prince, if he put any thought to the way she addressed him. What would she think when she knew?

“So you think this,” he gestured between them, “is going to be a forever thing? A happily ever after?” He didn’t want there to be any illusion between them. Yes he was attracted to her, as was she since she was the one who started this all, but he didn’t want to bind himself , in a manner of speaking, to anyone yet. He had plenty of time to dedicate to debauchery before that happened. And it wasn’t going to be anytime soon.

“Oh, it could easily go down in flames, I assure you.” She smiled sweetly at him and this time, it was he who stepped a little closer, barely appropriate judging by the etiquette. But he was a prince and who was going to admonish him? His mother maybe but he was pretty sure she was not aware of what was happening just yet.

“In that case, will the lady—“

“Your Majesty!”

A shout from behind the woman interrupted his sentence and he raised his eyes to look at a knight, looking as if she had just arrived, with a few more guards in tow, all looking at them with awkward expressions.

The woman in front of her stepped back a little, her body still angled towards him to listen to what the knight had to say. He was surprised to see the woman responding to the title of a monarch. She looked young, around his age, and he had just assumed that she was a lady with a foreign delegation.

“Your Majesty, the king of Asgard is requesting your company. And please, do not slip away from us again.” The knight, who appeared to be the head of the guards, spoke in a low voice but Loki was close enough to hear her.

His brows raised in surprise but he made no move to step away. This woman, no Queen, was turning out to be a complex puzzle the more he heard about her and Loki of Asgard, was never one to shy away from a good academic pursuit.

The woman sighed, and spoke a few words to her guards before turning to him, the same smile on her face, although a little subdued.

“I will be looking forward to that game.” She winked, stepping back but Loki was faster.

He took her hand in his, lifting it to his lips, all the while maintaining eye contact with her, and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. He was delighted at the way her eyes widened at the gesture and he lingered like that for a few moments, caressing her hand before letting her go.

“I will be waiting patiently, my lady.”

The smile she gave him crinkled the corners of her eyes and Loki found himself wanting to kiss the creases. The head of the guards gave an exasperated look to her Queen, as if she was used to it and the rest of them strategically averted their eyes.

“Let’s not delay anymore, my Queen.”

The woman turned then, her guards forming a semi circle around her as she walked towards the other side of the room, presumably to where his father was, the guests clearing out of her way as she walked ahead with poise.

“Your highness the king asks for your presence.” A guard spoke in his ear and he smiled, giving a nod in acknowledgment and walking the same way.

Yes, this was the most fun he’d had since the evening started.

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[jiimeniita]

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[fromdove]

seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

[colmiillo]

When y/n does something so cringe that i have to look at the invisible camera for a sec.

[k1tk4ttt]

when you just finished one of the most beautiful fics ever written and you see that the author has a masterlist full of other fics

[voxslays]

[valiantphantomangel]

Hello everyone! I hope y'all have had an amazing holiday season :)

My requests are open again for Elijah mikaelson (can be romantic to a certain degree), Loki laufeyson and anyone of the shadow and bone men (because I'm in that phase again)

So if you got any requests send them all in, only tickle fics for now.

[winnysplayground]

“he’s so babygirl”

babe he just killed somebody.

[yourmum8609]

girls will look at a man and say “he’s just misunderstood” as he murders people

[connorsui]

Strong-looking vulnerable men......Strong-looking vulnerable men.

You know the type. Big hands, big shoulders, could probably bench-press a car, but the moment they sit down, they look like they’re carrying the weight of the whole damn universe. Eyes that are just a little too soft for a face that sharp. Like, are you okay? Do you need a hug? Do you want to cry into my arms for three hours?

They look like they could destroy you, but deep down, you know they'd rather let themselves break first. What is it about them? Why do they look like they could hold you together when they’re clearly held together with duct tape and desperation? It’s unhinged. It’s unfair. I want to fix them. Or maybe I want to fall apart with them. I don’t even know anymore.

I love them so much they make me lose myself

AAAAAAHHHHHH