#loki x trans reader

[kortsitron]

Insecurity

✮ PARING Loki Laufeyson × Trans Male! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS fluff, body dysmorphia, insecurity, comfort, body worship, mention of gender dysphoria, established relationship, jotun! loki, reassurance, soft fic, spicy but no smut, bottom! loki

✮ SUMMARY Loki was always insecure of his body and you're here to show that you love him regardless 

✮ A/N This honestly came randomly to me while taking a look at Loki's design in Marvel Rivals. I was so confused as to why he would have so much armor/clothing. Not only do we get a glimpse of his skin only on his face but he also seems to be wearing a lot of layers too. And then I remember he is a Frost Giant and then I could understand if he perhaps had some kind of insecurity because of that, after all it would make a lot of sense. So that's why here's the fic because Loki deserves all the comfort and love he can get <3

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Ever since you started dating Loki, you had never seemed naked. Never. 

You weren't going to make him undress if he clearly wasn't comfortable with it. You just accepted that he wasn’t comfortable with showing his body and you decided not to press in the issue. Even though you honestly wanted to.

You wanted to know what was going with your partner. Why was he hiding his body from you? He knew he could trust you, right?

You found him lying in bed, reading some Asgardian book while the lamp from the nightstand eliminated his sharp features. Whenever he was reading, he had a small frown on his forehead, so focused on the contents of the book. This time was no different.

You laid down next to him, watching as he was engrossed by the book, silently admiring him. The way his gorgeous green eyes were entranced by the words before him or the way his raven black hair had fallen onto his shoulders. Or they way he would quietly lick his lips without even noticing it.

But he turned to look at you, his hand putting the bookmark inside his book before closing it. “Are you bored, my darling?” He asked with a soft expression before putting away the book, his chilly fingers moving against your forehead to push the strands of your hair back where they belong.

You shook his head, Loki tilted his. “Then what is it? You look as if you require some attention.” His hand moved to cheek, gently caressing it.

“I was just wondering…” You spoke up and he hummed in response.

“Wondering, you say? Perhaps we can wonder together.” His tone was soft and encouraging. It made you even more nervous to ask.

“Why do you always… hide your body so much?” The words finally left your lips and your mind. You had been wondering for so long and now you wondered what kind of answer you were going to get. Was he going to lie to you?

Loki's smile fell almost instantly when he heard your question. His hand stopped its motions as he thought about how to answer you without revealing too much.

You saw the flash of fear in his eyes. “I-I do not…” He wanted to disagree, say you're imagining things or anything else to not have this conversation. But he knew he could not hide the truth from you. You were telling him everything, all your troubles. It was not right for him to hide something when he knew he could trust you.

He looked deep into your eyes as if searching for any reason why he should not share his insecurities with you. Any reason to have an excuse to not have this conversation. But he found none. 

Loki let out a sigh. “I do not feel good about my own body…” He finally admitted, and you were not sure what to say. In Loki's mind, the silence was stretching for hours, even though it was actually just a few seconds.

“I must–” He moved to stand up, leave the bed and you. He was scared you were judging him, even though he normally knew you would never.

You grabbed his wrist gently, stopping him from leaving. “No, Loki. Please, let's talk.” He saw the pleading expression on your face, how much you wanted to help him, make him feel okay.

He sat back down, his hand grabbed yours as he was seeking your reassurance and support. He couldn't find the strength to look into your eyes as looked down at your hand. 

“Ever since I found out I was a Frost Giant, I couldn't… I did not want anyone to see my body anymore. Especially knowing how Thor and Odin used to hate Jotunheim and its people.” He explained taking a small breath and continuing.

“Even despite the fact that I know neither of them hate Jotuns anymore, I… couldn't help but hate that I was not one of them… not a true Asgardian like everyone around. How I could not fit it, always feeling like there was something wrong about me and I couldn't understand why.”

He finally looked up at you, so miserable and hurt. You knew he was Frost Giant, he told you so yourself and you never minded. But you didn't think it would be a reason for his insecurity.

“You're still the most gorgeous person in my eyes. And that won't change, that I can promise you.” You let go of his hand to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, leaning a soft kiss to your palm.

“Would you let me show you how much I adore you?” Your time was soft and the question caught Loki off guard.

Once more, he wanted to disagree. But at the same time, the thought of you showing how much you adored him sent a shiver down his spine.

“Yes, please.” His tone was a little husky, his eyes watching you, awaiting for what you were going to do.

You let go of his face, he was already missing your touch. Your hands moved to his shoulders, wanting to take off his robe. Your eyes found his, watching for any sign that you should stop. But you didn't, you only found anticipation.

You slowly slide the robe down his shoulders, his pale skin revealed to your eyes. His breathing hitched, he felt watched, but not judged.

“You're so pretty…” You whispered, wanting to reassure him. He felt so cold, but not in an unpleasant way. You saw him shiver beneath your touch and you smiled softly.

As his robe was finally off, you gently pushed him back on his. Your hand slided down his chest as you decided to speak up.

“I know how it feels when you're not happy with your body. Feeling how your body does not feel right, hiding it because you don't want anyone to see it.” You said softly. Loki needed to know he wasn't alone.

Loki's hands moved to your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know, my darling. I'm glad to know I am not alone.” One of his hands moved to the back of your head, pulling you closer.

“Kiss me, dearest…” He whispered before your lips met his in a slow, gentle kiss.

As the two of you kissed, you felt something under your fingers and as your eyes fluttered open, you saw Loki in his true form.

Blue skin with some lighter marks and lines, and the most beautiful crimson eyes you've ever seen.

“Wow…” You whispered, eyes widening as you took in the view. He was lovely and perfect just the way he was.

“I hope the view is to your liking.” His voice was quiet, with a hint of insecurity.

You let out a soft chuckle. “It is to my liking. As you are as a whole.” Leaning down, you kissed his neck, a soft whimper falling from Loki's lips. And you slowly went down. You kept kissing him, giving him little appreciative touches here and there. You saw how he was letting go, relaxing under your touch. 

You could practically feel him melt under your touches and kisses. His soft, cold skin felt so perfect under your lips. Whimpers and soft moans falling from his lips, along with your name. He kept repeating it almost as if it was a prayer.

“Don't stop, my love…” He breathed out, his fingers tangling itself in your hair. 

“I am not playing on doing so…” Another soft moan escaped his lips as you said that, kissing down his stomach. It was going to be a very long night.

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Precious | Loki x ftm!reader | english version

summary : Loki became attached to a human during his travels on Earth, pushing him to bring him back with him to Asgard. Unfortunately the laws do not accept Men on this territory, his little protégé will then become his precious secret.

notes : reader operated on the chest

⚠︎ warnings : very vanilla and soft smut, depressive tendencies, scars, mentions of dysphoria

special thanks and credits to @sparrow-the-tired-lesbian who nicely helped me with this story's translation because it was originally written in french, my native language.

french version here

-2d person description

-2 944 words

A place like Asgard was straight out of the most beautiful storybooks you had ever seen. Spacious, welcoming, and harmonious. Your fifteen square meter apartment was far behind you, lost in a life that no longer seemed to belong to you. Everything was different now, better and lush. And yet, there was a time when feeding yourself was the highest step in your life. A time when the sun no longer attracted you and the night no longer frightened you, when you would have been ready to willingly impale yourself on the first knife brandished. A time when life was nothing but a heavy task to bear.

But one day, a multi-colored flash pierced the sky a few streets from your home. The blinding light had lit up an entire neighborhood with the black night, and your poor quality sleep had allowed you to see this spectacle. Two men – who you had assumed were in medieval outfits – were heading towards your building. One had broken the window on the floor below yours, with what you thought was a hammer, very heavy and imposing. Then, while the one with the hammer was climbing the building, the other man waited patiently downstairs. His outfit had seemed more sober to you, with fewer extravagant – and ridiculous shapes – one could have thought of a uniform from a faraway country, nothing that provokes laughter but something that remains surprising nonetheless. As a precaution, you had left your lights off so that they would not see you through the window, and thanks to the few working street lamps on the street opposite you managed to detail their actions to a minimum. The first one, the one with the hammer, was no longer visible because he had already reached the desired floor and had most certainly entered your neighbor's apartment. A crazy old man, a scientist with delusional ideas. You seldom spoke to him since he never left his house. Selvig was his last name and pretty much all you knew about him. At that moment, you could have called the police but you didn't have a phone, it was too expensive and useless. So you continued to observe the scene hoping – for the sake of morality – that another neighbor had noticed the fact and could contact the authorities.

That day, the man who had stayed downstairs had noticed you but hadn't said anything to his brother. He had seen something in your eyes, something he didn't want to share. A month later he had come back, followed you for several days to learn about your life and find out if you had any ties. As his instinct had predicted, you had nothing and no one, you lived without living. So he had come to see you, in an impeccable black suit he had asked you if you wanted to come with him, and you had accepted. The reasons are still unclear to you today, maybe you were giving yourself one last chance before giving up, even if it meant following a stranger to another planet.

That's how you arrived here, in this fantastic place. Loki had somehow taken you, to a magnificent palace where the royal family lived. You were staying in a secret room hidden in your friend's room. You had a gigantic bed, splendid outfits, and unlimited food.

The only problem in this story was that you weren't supposed to be there. A human being had no place in Asgard, the land of the gods. Loki should never have brought a human back to the palace, should never have formed a bond with him, and above all, should never have fallen in love with you. If Odin found out, you would be sent back to Earth at best, or killed at worst. If the people found out, learned that Prince Loki, the one who was desired by many people, was in a relationship with you. They would call you a sorcerer, a sorcerer, and a danger to sovereignty. A human being had nothing more than an Asgardian could have, if he had managed to befriend one of them, moreover a prince, it was about magic and manipulation. So for these reasons, Loki protected you by keeping you a secret. He had created several traps thanks to his powers to hide the entrance to your room, and you only went out in the middle of the night through hidden passages. He regretted having to hide you like that, like a common pet, he sincerely felt bad about it but it was the only solution. You were too precious to him, too important, he could not risk you finding yourself in danger because of him.

There was nevertheless one person who suspected your presence: Frigga. A mother gains powers far more powerful than a god when her children are born, maternal instinct can work miracles and you have witnessed it. She had noticed the gradual change in her adopted son, that sincere smile, and that beating heart. She had seen him live again before her eyes when no one seemed to pay attention. At first, she had simply thought of a pretty woman, maybe even Tif, and then one day reality hit her hard. Loki's disinterested glances, unconscious steps back, and annoyed sighs no longer go unnoticed by his mother. He paid no attention to women or men, not even the most beautiful. He was always looking at flowers, birds, and water. He smelled the scents of spring and smiled at the autumn leaves. Frigga had realized something simple, and so sweet that Loki himself had surely not realized it. He sought your beauty in Nature. He brought you back the most beautiful bouquets, the colorful feathers fallen from birds' nests, or the crystallized water lilies from the river. He took you with him wherever he went, and made sure to offer you a souvenir of this imaginary journey. Frigga had then understood that no matter the gender of this person, the one who made Loki's heartbeat had to be endowed with a divine soul and a floral beauty. And that was all it took to reassure her.

It was rare that people went to Loki's room, but the few times it happened you heard everything, whether you wanted to or not. Most of the time it was Frigga precisely, she seemed to be the only one allowed to enter this room. But sometimes Tif came, or Thor passed by in a whirlwind. So little by little in a way you got to know them, through the sound of their voices and the noises they brought with them.

"It's extraordinary"

Your voice gradually brought you back to reality, the one where Loki was sitting next to you on the edge of his window. Night had fallen for several hours now, it had been your sign to go out and finally join the young prince.

"They don't know it, but I have the best view in the palace," he replied with a smile.

A wonderful spectacle was playing out in front of you. The sky didn't even seem black anymore, as a rainbow of colors and shades danced across the stars. Loki had explained to you the special nature of Asgard, very different from the solar system you were used to seeing on Earth, but observing it with your own eyes was still just as spectacular. The northern lights in the north seemed ridiculous compared to that.

You still looked up at the sky to grab a few seeds from the pomegranates you had freshly peeled. Loki joined you and took some in turn.

"Hasn't the day been boring?" He asked you, catching your gaze, “I would have liked to be more present"

"No, it's okay, the game you brought me did the trick,” you smiled at him.

For the sake of discretion, you had only lit two candles in the room, each far enough away to offer only a tender light. You managed to catch the green of the eyes of the man in front of you, out of habit and need surely. Everything seemed to fade with him, to fade. All your fears or anxieties became mute for his irises, you had never experienced that before. Maybe it was something common, a little extra gift that the Asgardians possessed, maybe if you looked at Thor the result would be the same. But even if the opportunity presented itself to you, Thor was not Loki, Loki was precious. Even if it was just a sleight of hand, you were ready to let this magic guide the rest of your life. Loki had saved you, he was the only one left for you now.

"I hope these tears are not bad?" The prince's soft voice intervened.

You laughed weakly, shaking your head from left to right with an uncontrollable smile. Loki had become your reason for living, your meaning of life. How could you have missed that?

Your relationship was not defined, nothing seemed to be in these lands. He offered you gifts, you offered him your support. He gave you his thoughts, you gave him back your trust. It was a give and take, natural and healthy. But yet there was something more than just friendship. You needed physical contact with him when before skin-to-skin scared you. You felt the need to show him your scars, to let him kiss them, heal them. You wanted to be free with him, and your body had not become a barrier to that. Your gender was no longer a standard to be checked in his presence, you were almost just a soul with him, no genders and stereotypes. And yet he adored your body, he made you adore him in return. He made you love yourself and therefore, love him. You loved Loki, and he loved you.

"Loki," your trembling voice began.

A hand rested on your cheek, and a reassuring warmth approached you. He was waiting for you.

"I...well, I don't know how to say it, I..."

Again, the green of her eyes appeared before you, and then your little lucidity left you. Her eyes made you feel at home. All the tenderness of the world was concentrated in her irises, and she was only for you.

Your lips met, and at that precise moment, you felt your body light up as if doors had just been opened deep inside you as if it were the right thing to do.

From there, everything seemed to become blurry and confused, because everything was simple and fluid. You found yourself on top of each other in the floating sheets of her bed, wrapped in an impermeable cocoon. You kissed the slightest trace of flesh that you had within reach of your lips, pinching the sensitive places with the tips of your teeth to tear soft noises from your lover. His tunic fell, yours too, your hands intertwined and your breaths mingled. You had never felt so complete.

"Are you sure? We don't have to do this to enjoy it,” your smiling nod answered him fully, “stop me at any time if you need to"

His hand, as light as a feather, rested above your bare side. He didn't get too close, or too far. The perfect dosage was complex to find, and you would have thought you would never have the opportunity to try your luck as a simple movement could make everything collapse. One word too many and you fell back ten times, alone with this unknown body.

"Loki?” A wave of worry passed through the man above you, “thank you”, then went away as quickly as it came.

His fingers found a soft curve on your hip, they clung to it and as his lips met yours again, you felt your body melt under his touch. As if this contact created a combustion, an alchemy. As if his hand was meant to be placed here, on your hip. As if his lips were carved from the same tree as yours.

Out of breath, you cut your kiss with a smile that spoke volumes about its quality. Loki stroked a lock of hair resting a few centimeters from his other hand, he observed you as one observed the stars.

"Splendid," he murmured.

A few minutes passed like this, your four eyes detailing the other. You had never seen his body so closely, it was like having a magic box that you decided to only half-open for fear of making its contents disappear. Each trace, scar, and stain, you devoured with your eyes, hoping to be able to engrave images in your ocular cells.

Then, slowly a dance began, fueled by tender laughter and words. He helped you find a comfortable position, where you felt at ease. He covered some parts of your body as you wished, taking the opportunity to note in his mind the colors that made your skin stand out. You ran your hand through his black hair, giving it back the natural curly and thick shape it had. You had a thought about it, about the fact that he never left his hair natural and that you were the only one to see it like that.

Under a common agreement, Loki began to prepare your body for the next steps. A little shy at first but encouraged by your partner, small sounds left your mouth. You murmured your worries about the noise and alerting someone, to which he replied against your ear: "My magic does not stop at physical forms, no one will hear us, darling, I promise you." Little by little you let your muscles relax, enough to not feel pain or discomfort. Loki asked you once again for your approval before moving on to the next stage. You nodded, with an enthusiasm that made him smile. He brought one of your thighs against your stomach, kissing your ankle, caressing your skin lower, and collecting the sweet lubricating fluid. He brought it to his lips, making you blush even more, then began to penetrate your boiling body. In turn, a moan left him, less modest than yours, and in your opinion as addictive as the hardest of drugs. Your mouth opened unconsciously with a mixture of pleasure, happiness, love, and everything you could find to describe this moment. He did the same, letting out a few garbled words. “So sweet” “perfect”. Your body reacted without you noticing, tightening the hot walls around Loki with each glance you gave him. He was magnificent, breathtaking. His perfectly shaped jaw had been presented to you for far too long, so you decided to taste it. Shy and cautious, you explored this angle with your lips before going down to his neck and collarbones. Several pleasant sighs encouraged you to continue before a moan was torn from your throat as Loki began to make slow movements. You let your head fall back into the cushions, enjoying the moment more than you could have imagined.

Everything seemed to be happening with such gentleness that you forgot for that moment the extraordinary nature of your situation. Hanging on the lips of a magician prince of Asgard, a planet with winged horses and a god of Thunder. You saw yourself again in your younger years, curled up under your duvet, shedding all the tears in your body because of a body shell that did not stick to your inner self. And thinking about that, a new tear rolled down your temple, because that time seemed so far away. Loki wiped it away with an unprecedented smile, he was proud of you.

He whispered encouragement to you, gradually speeding up his movements until he could fully hear your voice. In turn, he felt like his vision was going to blur with tears. You were so beautiful, so confident, so gentle. Just for him, you let all your barriers collapse and it was worth all the most beautiful riches of this galaxy in his eyes.

Your lower abdomen began to contract, expressing a sensation that you had not felt for years. You stammered shyly that you were not going to last very long, to which Loki replied with a slight laugh: "Me neither". He felt physically speaking that indeed your climax was fast approaching, which only encouraged him to accelerate his pelvic movements. His hand, which could not support his weight, found a mark between your thighs so that in small circles his thumb would accompany your orgasm as far as possible. What had to happen happened, and in a weak cry, your body was crossed by spasms. Loki was quick to follow you, feeling that you were contracting around him. His voice resonated a few tones under yours, before being quickly replaced by jerky breathing.

A nervous laugh left your lips at the same time, the pleasant pressure falling at the same time as the man with the dark mane pulled you with him into a warm embrace. Your two bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat slowly resumed a normal heartbeat, and you smiled one last time before the softness of the cushions mixed with the hypnotizing scent of Loki plunged you into a deep sleep.

Outside, the lights were still as beautiful, and yet Loki preferred to spend his last seconds awake watching you.

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Menstrual? Fluff.

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Hey, I discovered your blog like yesterday, and I love it, so I was wondering if I could put in a request about Loki or Wolverine (I love them both) and they (whoever you choose) find out about trans!reader's old romantic partner and how badly their partner treated reader?

It's fine if you don't want to. It was just an idea that came to mind.

Thank you for considering. -🐌

Yeah, I can! I’m gonna do Loki coz i haven’t written for him and I may come back and write one for wolverine as well!!!

MISCHIEF NOT HARM

It had been a long day and you’d finally collapsed on the couch. You sat there for a moment before a loud slam came from the front of the house. It was the door. You tensed instinctively and gripped the couch.

Loki walked in with a curious look on his face. He leaned against the wall.

“You’re tense. Did you think I was mad?”

You shook your head and tried to calm down.

“No, that’d be silly.”

His eyes narrowed and then he shrugged it off and walked over to the hallway.

“I’ll order pizza, darling,” he said before walking off.

You slowly peeled your fingers off the couch and stretched them out. Okay so maybe you weren’t doing as well but as long as he didn’t know, everything would be fine and you wouldn’t have to think about your past.

A few minutes later, Loki walked back into the room and leaned in the doorway. You could feel his stare on your back, like his glare was heated.

“I bumped into someone at the cafe today,” he said calmly.

You went tense and glanced over at him. Was he talking about… no…

“He said he recognized me from a photo on your friend’s Face…Book? Apparently he dated you and then he said some not very polite things after that,” he said without a change in tone.

You gripped the couch and stared down at the floor. How was this happening? You’d left and your friends knew to block him or not post you. How? How had this happened?

Without you noticing, Loki sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. Gently, his thumb stroked your shoulder. He didn’t say anything for a few moments, preferring to let you collect yourself.

“He will be going home to a very angry phone call from his boss. Turns out his boss doesn’t appreciate his employees being raging transphobes. And you will not have to worry about him again, my prince,” Loki said smoothly, his voice like syrup.

You nodded slowly and leaned your head against his shoulder. You didn’t know why you’d been freaking out. This was Loki after all, he was mischievous but he would never harm you. You were his prince. You were the light of his life and it had never mattered to him that you were trans.

The doorbell rang and he hopped up to grab the pizza. It was set on the table and then he walked off to grab you a blanket. You needed comfort and he was going to give it to you. Your favourite show was turned on and soon enough, you were cuddling on the couch, eating yummy pizza.

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Hii again !

There is characters i knew for years that when i'll truly discover them (in movies or series) i'll be obsessed. Loki is part of this, but Bucky too ! And i recently watch the Captain America movies (I'm a Marvel fan since my childhood but i hate Steve, so i just watch for Bucky 🥸). And now, I'm wondering how Bucky would react to the first time seeing a ftm person. Right after he remembers a bit of his past life

Thanks for reading me ;) i hope you're feeling well 🎀

The Understanding

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x FtM reader

Summary: Bucky could never wrap his head around how different everything was especially when it came to you.

A/n: Ahh I love the idea of him getting used to everything after what happened with Hyrda, plus the opportunity to do something cute with this idea! Incredibly validating to only watch for Bucky. Also thank you for the concern, I am doing better <3

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The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors through the panoramic windows of Avengers Tower. Bucky, perched on a windowsill, ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the strands clinging to his damp forehead. The night sky, usually a source of solace, offered no comfort tonight. It was a mirror reflecting the turmoil within him. Months had passed since the incident, yet the weight of his past and the confusion of the present pressed down on him like an inescapable gravity.

Sleep had become a fleeting visitor, replaced by a relentless cycle of intrusive thoughts. Images from his past – the war, the HYDRA experiments, the agonizing memories of loss – would flicker through his mind, followed by the unsettling questions of the present. Who was he now? How was he supposed to navigate this complex world when his own understanding of himself felt so fragile?

Then there was him. The young man who worked alongside Bruce, a whirlwind of vibrant energy and quiet confidence. Bucky would catch glimpses of him in the lab, his movements fluid and graceful, a stark contrast to the stiff, almost robotic movements that had become ingrained in him during his time with HYDRA. He'd overheard a conversation between Bruce and the young man, a conversation laced with vulnerability and a quiet desperation. Bruce, his voice laced with concern, was urging him to be cautious, to prioritize his safety while wearing a binder. He mentioned "trans tape," a term that was completely foreign to Bucky.

Growing up in a world where conformity was enforced with an iron fist, where anything outside the rigid norms of masculinity was met with scorn and violence, Bucky had learned to suppress his curiosity. He had built walls around himself, walls reinforced by fear and a deeply ingrained sense of what was "right." His initial encounters with the young man had been marked by awkward silences and unintentional microaggressions, fueled by his own ignorance and the lingering shadows of his past.

The guilt gnawed at him now, a constant, aching reminder of his own shortcomings. He had hurt someone he barely knew, simply because he lacked the understanding, the empathy, to see beyond his own limited worldview. He imagined the young man, his spirit dimmed by the weight of prejudice, forced to navigate a world that constantly questioned his identity.

A faint glow from the living room pulled him from his reverie. Tony, no doubt, burning the midnight oil. But as Bucky approached, he saw not Tony, but the young man, curled up on the couch, a melancholic movie playing on the screen. He was staring intently at the screen, a desolate expression etched on his face.

"Hey," Bucky called out, his voice hesitant. "Seat taken?"

The young man looked up, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, followed by a weary smile. "No, all yours, big guy."

An awkward silence followed, punctuated only by the sounds of the movie. Bucky shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to bridge the chasm between them. Finally, the young man spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "You could at least ask if you don't understand."

Bucky's breath hitched. "I-"

The young man turned to him, his cheeks flushed. "I understand that this..." he gestured vaguely around them, "isn't what you grew up with, Bucky. But you could at least try to understand, or... or ask if you don't." His voice cracked, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Bucky was paralyzed by indecision. Did he retreat, allow his fear and prejudice to dictate his actions? Or did he finally acknowledge the stirring within him, the burgeoning desire to understand, to connect?

"Explain it to me," he finally managed, his voice rough with emotion.

The young man seemed genuinely surprised. He had expected the usual dismissive comments, the same tired platitudes that had echoed through his life. "It's not like I chose to be this way," he began, his voice trembling. "I wouldn't choose to make my life a living hell, to be called slurs, to be abandoned by the people I love, just because I want to be happy." He paused, his gaze dropping to the floor. "Everything has an explanation, but people don't want to listen when one is provided."

Bucky leaned forward, his eyes locked with the young man's. "I'm listening."

And so, the young man began to speak, his voice gaining strength with each passing word. He spoke of the agonizing dissonance between his internal identity and the expectations placed upon him by society. He spoke of the shame, the self-doubt, the constant battle to reconcile his true self with the world's narrow definition of what it meant to be a man. He spoke of the relief of finally finding acceptance, the joy of being seen and loved for who he truly was.

Bucky listened intently, the weight of the young man's words washing over him. He began to understand, not just intellectually, but on an emotional level. He understood the pain of being forced to conform, the suffocating weight of societal expectations, the profound loneliness of living a life that felt fundamentally inauthentic.

"I'm so sorry," Bucky whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't know."

The young man looked at him, his eyes searching. "I didn't expect you to," he admitted, his voice softening. "It just... it hurt, hearing someone I... I thought I could trust say those things."

Bucky reached out, his hand hovering over the young man's shoulder. "I wish I knew sooner."

The young man turned to him, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and hope. Bucky gently placed his hand on the young man's shoulder, offering a silent apology, a silent promise to do better. And as he sat there, enveloped in the quiet comfort of shared vulnerability, Bucky realized that this was just the beginning. The beginning of understanding, of healing, of a connection, maybe even something more that transcended the superficial and delved into the depths of their shared humanity.

[urween]

Precious | Loki x ftm!reader

résumé : Loki s'est attaché à un humain durant ses voyages sur Terre, le poussant à le ramener avec lui à Asgard. Malheureusement les lois n'acceptent pas les Hommes sur ce territoire, son petit protégé deviendra alors son précieux secret.

notes : reader opéré du torse

⚠︎ warnings : smut très vanilla et soft, tendances dépressives, cicatrices, mention de dysphorie

- Description à la deuxième personne

- 2 966 mots

english version here

Un endroit comme Asgard sortait tout droit des plus beaux livres de contes que tu n’ais jamais vu. Spacieux, accueillant et harmonieux. Ton appartement de quinze mètres carrés était loin derrière toi, perdu dans une vie qui ne semblait même plus t’appartenir. Tout était différent maintenant, mieux et luxuriant. Et pourtant, il fut un temps où se nourrir était la plus haute marche de ta vie. Un temps où, le soleil ne t’attirait plus et la nuit ne t'effrayait plus, où tu aurais été prêt à t’empaler volontiers sur le premier couteau brandie. Un temps où la vie n'était qu'une lourde tâche à supporter.

Mais un jour, un flash multicolore a transpercé le ciel à quelques rues de chez toi. La lumière aveuglante avait éclairé tout un quartier avec la nuit noire, et ton sommeil de piètre qualité t’avait permis de voir ce spectacle. Deux hommes – que tu avais supposé être en tenues médiévales – se dirigeaient vers ton immeuble. L’un avait défoncé la vitre à l'étage en dessous du tien, avec ce qui était d'après toi un marteau, très lourd et imposant. Puis, pendant que celui au marteau était en train de grimper l’immeuble, l'autre homme attendait sagement en bas. Sa tenue t’avait semblé plus sobre, avec moins de formes extravagantes – et ridicules – on aurait pu penser à un uniforme sorti d’un pays lointain, rien qui ne provoque le rire mais quelque chose qui reste malgré tout surprenant. Par précaution, tu avais laissé tes lumières éteintes pour ne pas qu’ils t’aperçoivent à travers la fenêtre, et grâce aux quelques lampadaires fonctionnels dans la rue ci-contre tu parvenais à détailler un minimum leurs faits et gestes. Le premier, celui avec le marteau, n'était plus visible car il avait déjà atteint l'étage voulu et s'était très certainement introduit dans l’appartement de ton voisin. Un vieux fou, scientifique avec des idées délirantes. Tu ne lui adressais presque jamais la parole puisqu’il ne sortait jamais de chez lui. Selvig, c'était son nom de famille et à peu près tout ce que tu savais sûr lui. En cet instant, tu aurais pu appeler la police mais tu n’avais pas de téléphone, trop cher et inutile. Alors tu as continué à observer la scène en espérant – par souci de morale – qu’un autre voisin ait remarqué le fait et puisse joindre les autorités.

Ce jour-là, l’homme resté en bas t’avait remarqué mais n’avait rien dit à son frère. Il avait vu quelque chose dans tes yeux, quelque chose qu’il ne voulait pas partager. Un mois plus tard il était revenu, t’avait suivi durant plusieurs jours pour apprendre ta vie et savoir si tu avais des attaches. Comme son instinct le lui avait prédit, tu n’avais rien ni personne, tu vivais sans vivre. Alors il était venu te voir, dans un costard impeccable et noir il t’avait demandé si tu souhaitais venir avec lui, et tu avais accepté. Les raisons sont encore au jour d’aujourd'hui floues à tes yeux, peut-être te donnais-tu une dernière chance avant de laisser tomber, quitte à suivre un inconnu sur une autre planète.

Voilà comment tu étais arrivé ici, dans cet endroit fantastique. Loki t’avait d’une certaine façon recueilli, dans un palais magnifique où vivait la famille royale. Tu logeais dans une pièce secrète camouflée  dans la chambre de ton ami. Tu avais un lit gigantesque, des tenues splendides et de la nourriture à volonté.

Le seul hic dans cette histoire était que tu n'étais pas censé être là. Un être humain n’avait rien à faire sur Asgard, terre des dieux. Loki n’aurait jamais dû ramener un humain au palais, jamais dû tisser un lien avec lui, et surtout, jamais dû tomber amoureux de toi. Si Odin l’apprenait tu serais renvoyé sur Terre au mieux, ou tuer au pire. Si le peuple l’apprenait, apprenait que le prince Loki, celui qui était désiré par bien des personnes, était en relation avec toi. Ils te traiteraient de sorcier, d'envoûteur et de danger à la souveraineté. Un être humain n’avait rien de plus qu’un Asgardien pouvait avoir, s’il était parvenu à se lier d’amitié avec l’un d’eux, de plus un prince, c’est qu’il s'agissait de magie et de manipulation. Alors pour ces raisons, Loki te protégeait en te gardant secret. Il avait créé plusieurs pièges grâce à ses pouvoirs pour dissimuler l’entrée de ta chambre, et vous ne sortiez dehors qu’en pleine nuit par des passages dérobés. Il regrettait de devoir te cacher de la sorte, comme un vulgaire animal de compagnie, il s'en voulait sincèrement mais c'était la seule solution. Tu étais trop précieux pour lui, trop important, il ne pouvait pas risquer que tu te retrouves en danger par sa faute.

Il y avait malgré tout une personne qui soupçonnait ta présence : Frigga. Une mère obtient lors de la naissance de ses enfants des pouvoirs bien plus puissants qu’un dieu, l’instinct maternel peut faire des miracles et tu en avais été témoin. Elle avait remarqué le changement progressif chez son fils adoptif, ce sourire sincère et ce cœur battant. Elle l’avait vu vivre de nouveau sous ses yeux, alors que personne ne semblait y prêter attention. Au départ elle avait tout simplement songé à une jolie femme, peut-être même Tif, et puis un jour la réalité l’avait percuté de plein fouet. Les regards désintéressés, les reculs inconscients et les soupirs agacés de Loki ne passaient plus inaperçus au yeux de sa mère. Il ne prêtait attention ni aux femmes ni aux hommes, pas même aux plus magnifiques. Il regardait toujours les fleurs, les oiseaux, l’eau. Il sentait les parfums du printemps, souriait aux feuilles d’automne. Frigga s'était rendu compte de quelque chose de simple, et de si doux que Loki ne s’en était lui-même sûrement pas rendu compte. Il cherchait ta beauté dans la Nature. Il te rapportait les plus beaux bouquets de fleurs, les plumes colorées tombées des nids d'oiseaux ou encore les nénuphars cristallisés de la rivière. Il t’amenait avec lui partout où il allait, et faisait en sorte de t’offrir un souvenir de ce voyage imaginaire. Frigga avait alors compris que peu importe le genre de cette personne, celui ou celle qui faisait battre le cœur de Loki devait être doté d'une âme divine et d’une beauté florale. Et ce fut tout ce qu’il fallait pour la rassurer.

Il était rare que des personnes se rendent dans la chambre de Loki, mais le peu de fois où ça arrivait tu entendais tout, que tu le veuilles ou non. La plupart du temps il s’agissait de Frigga justement, elle semblait être la seule autorisée à entrer dans cette pièce. Mais quelquefois Tif venait, ou Thor passait en coup de vent. Alors petit à petit d’une certaine façon tu as appris à les connaître, à travers le son de leurs voix et les bruits qu’ils amenaient avec eux.

« C’est extraordinaire »

Ta propre voix te ramena progressivement dans la réalité, celle où Loki était assis à tes côtés au bord de sa fenêtre. La nuit était tombée depuis plusieurs heures maintenant, ça avait été ton signe pour sortir et enfin rejoindre le jeune prince.

« Ils ne le savent pas mais j’ai la meilleure vue du palais, te répondit-il en souriant »

Devant vous se jouait un spectacle merveilleux. Le ciel ne semblait même plus noir tant un arc-en-ciel de couleurs et de dégradés dansaient à travers les étoiles. Loki t’avait expliqué le caractère spécial d’Asgard, bien différent du système solaire que tu avais l’habitude de voir sur Terre, mais l’observer de tes propres yeux était toujours aussi spectaculaire. Les aurores boréales du nord paraissaient bien ridicules à côté de cela.

Tu lâchas malgré tout du regard le ciel pour attraper quelques graines de grenades fraîchement épluchées par vos soins. Loki te rejoignit et en prit à son tour.

« La journée n’a pas été éprouvante ? Te demanda-t-il en attrapant ton regard, j'aurais aimé être plus présent »

« Non ça va, le jeu que tu m'as apporté à fait l’affaire, lui souris-tu »

Par soucis de discrétion vous n’aviez allumé que deux bougies dans la chambre, chacune assez éloignée pour n’offrir qu’une tendre lumière. Tu parvins à capter le vert des yeux de l’homme en face de toi, par habitude et par besoin sûrement. Tout semblait s’effacer avec lui, s’estomper. Toutes tes craintes ou angoisses devenaient muettes pour ses iris, tu n’avais jamais connu ça auparavant. Peut-être que c’était quelque chose de courant, un petit don en plus que les Asgardiens possédaient, peut-être que si tu regardais Thor le résultat serait le même. Mais même si l’occasion se présentait à toi, Thor n'était pas Loki, Loki était précieux. Même s’il ne s’agissait au final qu’un tour de passe-passe, tu étais prêt à laisser cette magie guider le reste de ta vie. Loki t'avait sauvé, il n’y avait plus que lui à présent pour toi.

« J’espère que ces larmes ne sont pas mauvaises ? Intervint la douce voix du prince »

Tu ris faiblement, secouant la tête de gauche à droite avec un sourire incontrôlable. Loki était devenu ta raison de vivre, ton sens de vie. Comment avais-tu pû passer à côté de ça.

Votre relation n'était pas définie, rien ne semblait vraiment l'être sur ces terres. Il t’offrait des présents, tu lui offrais ton soutien. Il te livrait ses pensées, tu lui redonnais confiance. C'était du donnant donnant, naturel et sain. Mais pourtant il y avait quelque chose en plus qu’une simple amitié. Tu avais besoin d’un contact physique avec lui alors qu’auparavant le peau à peau t’effrayait. Tu ressentais le besoin de lui montrer tes cicatrices, de le laisser les embrasser, les guérir. Tu avais envie d'être libre avec lui, et ton corps n'était pas devenu une barrière à ça. Ton genre n'était plus une norme à cochée en sa présence, tu n’étais presque qu’une âme avec lui, pas de genres et de stéréotypes. Et pourtant il adorait ton corps, il te faisait l’adorer en retour. Il te faisait t’aimer et par conséquent, l’aimer. Tu aimais Loki, et il t’aimait.

« Loki, commença ta voix tremblante »

Une main se posa sur ta joue, et une chaleur rassurante se rapprocha de toi. Il t'attendait.

« J’ai..enfin je sais pas comment le dire, je.. »

De nouveau, le vert de ses yeux apparut devant toi, et alors ton peu de lucidité te quitta. Chez-soi, ses yeux te faisaient te sentir chez toi. Toute la tendresse du monde était concentrée dans ses iris, et elle-même n'était que pour toi.

Vos lèvres se rencontrèrent, et à ce moment précis tu sentis ton corps s’illuminer, comme si l’on venait d’ouvrir des portes au plus profond de toi, comme si c'était la chose à faire.

À partir de là, tout semblait devenir flou et brouillé, parce que tout fut simple et fluide. Vous vous retrouvâmes l’un sur l’autre dans les draps flottants de son lit, enveloppés dans un cocon imperméable. Tu embrassas la moindre trace de chair que tu eus à portée de lèvres, pinçant du bout des dents les endroits sensibles pour arracher de doux bruits à ton amant. Sa tunique tomba, la tienne aussi, vos mains s'entrelacèrent et vos souffles se mélangèrent. Tu ne t'étais jamais senti aussi complet.

« Tu es sûr ? On est pas obligé de faire ça pour en profiter, ton hochement de tête souriant lui répondit pleinement, arrête moi à n’importe quel moment si tu en as besoin »

Sa main, aussi légère qu’une plume, reposait au-dessus de ton flanc dénudé. Il n’approchait ni de trop près, ni de trop loin. Le parfait dosage était complexe à trouver, et tu aurais pensé ne jamais avoir l’occasion de tenter ta chance tant un simple mouvement pouvait tout faire s’écrouler. Un mot de trop et tu retombais dix en arrière, seul avec ce corps inconnu.

« Loki ? Un vague d’inquiétude traversa l’homme au dessus de toi, merci, puis s’en alla aussi vite qu’elle ne vint »

Ses doigts trouvèrent une courbe moelleuse sur ta hanche, ils s’y agrippèrent et tandis que ses lèvres rencontrèrent de nouveau les tiennes, tu sentis ton corps fondre sous son touché. Comme si ce contact créait une combustion, une alchimie. Comme si sa main était destinée à être placée ici, sur ta hanche. Comme si ses lèvres étaient sculptées dans le même arbre que les tiennes.

En manque de souffle, tu coupas votre baiser avec un sourire qui en dit long sur sa qualité. Loki caressa une mèche de cheveux reposant à quelques centimètres de son autre main, il t’observa comme on observait les étoiles.

« Splendide, murmurant-il »

Quelques minutes s’écoulèrent ainsi, vos quatres yeux détaillant l’autre. Jamais tu n’avais vu son corps de si près, c'était comme avoir une boîte magique que l'on décidait de seulement entrouvrir par peur de faire disparaître son contenu. Chaque trace, cicatrice, tâche, tu les dévoras du regard en espérant pouvoir graver des images dans tes cellules oculaires.

Puis, doucement une danse commença, alimentée par de tendres rires et mots. Il t’aida à trouver une position confortable, où tu te sentais à l’aise. Il recouvrit certaines parties de ton corps comme tu le souhaitais, en profitant pour noter dans son esprit les couleurs faisant ressortir ta peau. Tu passas ta main dans ses cheveux noirs, leur redonnant la forme naturelle bouclée et épaisse qu’ils avaient. Tu eus une pensée à ce sujet, sur le fait que jamais il ne laissait ses cheveux au naturel et que tu étais le seul à les voir ainsi.

Sous un accord commun, Loki commença à préparer ton corps pour la suite des évènements. Un peu timidement au départ puis encouragés par ton partenaire, de petits sons quittèrent ta bouche. Tu murmuras tes inquiétudes par rapport au bruit et au fait d’alerter quelqu'un, ce à quoi il te répondit contre l’oreille : “Ma magie ne s’arrête pas aux formes physiques, personne ne nous entendra trésor je te le promets”. Peu à peu tu laissas tes muscles se relaxer, assez pour ne pas ressentir de douleur ou d’inconfort. Loki te demanda encore une fois ton approbation avant de passer au stade supérieur. Tu hochas la tête, avec un enthousiasme qui le fit sourire. Il ramena une de tes cuisses contre ton ventre, embrassant ta cheville, caressant ta peau plus bas et récoltant le doux fluide lubrifiant. Il l’apporta à ses lèvres, te faisant rougir de plus belle, puis commença à pénétrer ton corps bouillant. À son tour un gémissement le quitta, moins pudique que les tiens, et à ton sens aussi addictif que la plus dure des drogues. Ta bouche s’ouvrit inconsciemment d’un mélange de plaisir, bonheur, amour et tout ce que tu pus trouver pour décrire ce moment. La sienne fit de même, laissant échapper quelques mots brouillés. “Si doux” “parfait”. Ton corps réagissait sans que tu ne le remarques, resserrant les murs chauds autour de Loki à chaque coup d’œil que tu lui jetais. Il était magnifique, à couper le souffle. Sa mâchoire parfaitement dessinée se présentait à toi depuis bien trop longtemps, tu décidas donc d’y goûter. Timide et prudent, tu exploras de tes lèvres cet angle avant de descendre sur son cou et ses clavicules. Plusieurs soupirs plaisants t’encouragèrent à continuer, avant qu’à ton tour un gémissement ne soit arraché de ta gorge lorsque Loki se mit à faire de lents mouvements. Tu laissas retomber ta tête dans les coussins, appréciant plus que tu ne l’aurais imaginé le moment.

Tout semblait se faire avec une telle douceur que tu oublias l'espace de cet instant le caractère extraordinaire de ta situation. Suspendu au bout des lèvres d’un prince magicien d’Asgard, une planète avec des chevaux ailés et un dieu du Tonnerre. Tu te revis dans ton plus jeune âge, en boule sous ta couette à écouler toutes les larmes de ton corps à cause d’une enveloppe corporelle qui ne collait pas à ton Toi intérieur. Et en pensant à ça, une nouvelle larme roula contre ta tempe, car cette époque semblait si lointaine. Loki l’essuya avec un sourire sans précédent, il était fier de toi.

Il te murmura des encouragements, accélérant progressivement ses mouvements jusqu’à entendre pleinement ta voix s’exprimer. À son tour, il eut l’impression que sa vision allait se brouiller de larmes. Tu étais si beau, si confiant, si doux. Rien que pour lui, tu laissais toutes tes barrières s’écrouler et ça valait toutes les plus belles richesses de cette galaxie à ses yeux.

Ton bas du ventre commença à se contracter, exprimant une sensation que tu n’avais plus ressenti depuis des années. Tu bafouillas timidement que tu n'allais pas tenir très longtemps, ce à quoi Loki répondit avec un léger rire : “moi non plus”. Il sentit physiquement parlant qu’en effet ton point culminant approchait à grands pas, ce qui ne fit que l'encourager à accélérer ses mouvements de bassin. Sa main, qui ne supportait pas son poids, trouva repère entre tes cuisses pour que dans de petits cercles son pouce accompagne ton orgasme le plus loin possible. Ce qui devait arriver arriva, et dans un faible cri ton corps fut traversé de spasmes. Loki ne tarda pas à te suivre en sentant que tu te contractait autour de lui. Sa voix résonna quelques timbres sous le tien, avant d'être vite remplacée par une respiration saccadée.

Un rire nerveux quitta vos lèvres au même moment, l’agréable pression retombant par la même occasion alors que l’homme à la crinière ténébreuse t’entraîna avec lui dans une étreinte chaleureuse. Vos deux corps recouverts d’une fine couche de transpiration reprirent doucement un rythme cardiaque normal, et tu souris une dernière fois avant que le moelleux des coussins mélangé à l’odeur hypnotisante de Loki ne te plongent dans un profond sommeil.

Au dehors, les lumières étaient toujours aussi belles, et pourtant Loki préféra passer ses dernières secondes éveillé à te regarder.

marvel masterlist

images : Pinterest

bannières : @/saradika-graphics and @/thecutestgrotto

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Masterlist Part 4/4

the time has come yet again for a new masterlist cause my last one got too full lol.

here are the links to the previous three masterlists with my other fics on them: Masterlist part 3/4, Masterlist part 2/4, Masterlist part 1/4

my blog page rules: i’ll write basically anything (ships, x readers, fics, HCs, matchups, angst, fluff, nsfw, etc.) I don’t mind most requests, just nothing graphic involving minors or anything that promotes hate.

It usually takes me a little while to finish requests, but I’ll enjoy reading and working on pretty much any request ♡ ♡ ♡

I’ll write for any of the following fandoms: HxH, jjba, death note, bg3, genshin impact, and danganronpa (i’ll write for pretty much any character from these fandoms)

HxH:

Phantom troupe x inventor reader X

JJBA Non-Villain Stuff:

Hazamada x reader hcs X

Mista x male reader nsfw X

Jojos and a rival reader X

Johnny when he's sick hcs X

Jojos x reader who's super kind to stands X

Part 5 gang x reader who's great at rhythm games X

Abbacchio bruno risotto illuso prosciutto x dullahan reader X

Keicho nijimura x reader X

Gyro johnny diego valentine x reader with metallica X

Gyro and johnny x autistic reader who's sensitive to noise X

Part 7 guys x reader why arkansas isn't arkansass X

Jojos x reader with three stands X

Jojos and jobros when the reader dies after saving them X

Part 5 gang x trans female reader X

Part 7 characters x reader with pearl jam (cooking) type stand X

Jojos x reader tickle war X

Jojos reactions to the reader having a pet like Stitch X

Stardust crusaders + dio x reader with 3 stands X

Part 5 gang doing spicy food challenge

Jojos with a little sister vigilante reader X

Jojos x super kind reader X

Jotaro x reader who gets hit with a love stand X

Akira Otoishi x drummer reader X

Stardust crusaders x reader who loves quality time X

Abbacchio x gorgon reader X

Stardust crusaders x pumpkinhead puppet stand reader X

Jojos x reader with Medusa-like stand X

Jojos with x reader similar to Gojo from jjk X

Part 5 gang x reader who's scared to use her stand X

Part 5 gang x super passionate fashion designer reader X

Part 5 gang x jessica rabbit-like reader who cares for them X

JJBA Villains:

Funny valentine x gay reader in denial sfw + nsfw X

Funny valentine x top ftm reader nsfw X

Dio x top male cowboy reader nsfw X

Risotto nero x male painter reader X

Platonic DIO x teen reader who can't fall asleep without him X

Jofoes x reader who breaks down cause of their job X

Jofoes x enemy reader (not romantic, pure hatred) X

Funny valentine x Diego nsfw

Diego x reader angst for the end of the race X

Jofoes x reader with cuteness aggression X

Diego x ftm reader who's super kind and sweet X

Diego x trans male reader nsfw X

Donatello x reader with a similar past X

Jofoes x reader who swears he isn't gay but has an obvious crush X

Jofoes x reader with emetophobia X

Funny valentine x reader who loves to play with his hair X

Reactions to their stands liking you more than they like them X

Jofoes x transmasc reader sfw and nsfw X

Jofoes with daughter reader who gets whatever she wants X

Kira x reader who's husband's stand haunts him X

Jojo villains as roommates ranked

Kars x reader after crashing from space in Morioh X

Funny valentine x reader nsfw X

Jofoes x reader similar to Loki X

Jofoes x reader who thinks of crazy plans that always work X

Jofoes x reader who copies their abilities X

Jofoes bathroom hcs

Jofoes x reader who dresses in lolita fashion X

Kira x hand model and Diego x paleontologist reader X

platonic Jofoes x werewolf who acts like a puppy X

Diavolo x reader when his death loop ends X

Jofoes x reader with a stand opposite to them X

Jofoes x reader who wishes she could get them pregnant X

Jofoes reactions to accidentally injuring the reader X

Jofoes x reader who constantly praises them X

Jofoes x reader surprising them with lingerie X

Dio x kind and sweet wife reader X

Doppio and Diavolo actually raising Trish

Jofoes x reader with love binding stand X

La Squadra x reader with WOU X

Jofoes x reader whose stand fails to protect them X

Kira diavolo valentine pucci x reader with peace stand X

Tooru x autistic nonverbal reader X

Jojo villains cooking headcannons

Jofoes x Muslim reader who wears a niqab X

Jofoes x trad goth reader X

Doing an escape room with the jofoes X

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Masterlist

Characters I write for Track your request

♡ Fluff ✦ Angst ✵ Slightly spicy ❈ Smut ❦ Dark themes/Slightly dark

The missing piece: Oliver Quick x fem!reader Post Saltburn!Oliver goes back to Oxford and falls in love with a bookworm university student. Part 2 (Everything fits into place) Tw: age gap ♡❦

Not made to be loved: Luke Castellan x fem!reader Blurb He believes demigods are not the kind to fall in love, you show him otherwise ♡✦ (only a little bit)

Paper cuts and cheek kisses: Minho TMR x med jack!fem!reader MInho hates having his injuries healed by the professionals, thinks change when he gets himself a Med-jack girlfriend ♡

Misfits lovebirds: Sejanus Plinth x capitol!shy!fem!reader The other students from the Academy teased you by claiming that you and your friend Sejanus were birds of a feather. A dangerous situation just proves that they are right, which leads to hidden feelings being talked about ♡✦ (only a little bit)

When were you planning to tell us?: Theseus Scamander x fem!reader During their wedding your recently married friends can't stop asking questions about your "mysterious" husband. Little they know he is the same man who has been flirting with you during all the ceremony ♡

A love story yet to be written: Jason Todd x vigilante!bookworm!fem!reader Many literature puns after you met, the mysterious Red Hood has decided to meet you when you two are not protected by your secret identities ♡

Did not expect: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader Blurb Since he met you Rodrick has discovered a lot of unexpected things about the two of you. This last one was among his favourites ✵♡

Little friend: Patrick Zweig x fem!reader Blurb Your boyfriend always acts as the tough manly guy he thought he was mean to be. When a little friend joins you on a date that facade crumbles ♡

River Cartwright as bf ♡✦ (only a lil bit)

Mama's boy: Benedict Bridgerton x wife!reader Blurb Your husband adores you and the small family you have together but if you keep acting like this he will be dead before the next one is born ♡

Every second matters: Donald Ressler x FBI!fem!reader your teammate’s and crush's disappearance makes you seek help from the FBI’s most wanted criminal. Surprisingly, Raymond Reddington is also an excellent matchmaker ✦ (only a bit)

Utter devotion: various characters (separated) x insecure!fem!reader Blurb He will teach you too see yourself with the same love and appreciation he does. Intended for: Robb Stark, Henry Winter, Elliott (Stardew Valley), Loki, Matt Murdock, Jason Todd, Jacaerys Velaryon, Aemond Targaryen, and Benedict Bridgerton ♡

His and hers: Haymitch Abernathy x covey!fem!reader / Haymitch Abernathy x Lenore Dove: Blurb. Haymitch suffers remembering how life used to be before the reaping, how it felt to believe someone was utterly yours. Can be read as a Lenore x Haymitch, or Haymitch x reader ✦

This account does not support J.K Rowling and her transphobic ideas. Trans women are women

[leds-fic-writings]

Hiii

Name: Led

Gender: queer (they/them mostly)

Sign: Libra

PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!!💗💕💗💕

Prompt Ideas

Twilight

Carlisle Cullen

Edward Cullen

HP

Remus lupin

Sirius black

James potter

Moonwater

Regulus black

Wolfstar

Disclaimer, I don't support jkr or her shitty views

Hellaverse

Stolas

Vassago

Lucifer

Asmodeus

Fizzarolli

Fizzmodeus

Tolkien

Thranduil

Legolas

Thorin

Bilbo

Marvel

Loki

Bucky barnes

Tasm Peter Parker

Tony stark

Grishaverse

Nina

Matthias

Kaz

Inej

Jesper

Wylan

Aleksander

Good omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Ineffable husbands

Yuurivoice

Auron

Seth

Finn

Vamp Auron

Gravity falls

Stanford

Stanley

won't write: smut, pregnancy

Will write: ship, ship x reader, headcanons, fluff, hurt/comfort, AUs, yandere, fem reader, gn reader, male reader, Trans reader, platonic or romantic, sensitive topics (Recovery aspect), if you're not sure js ask

Love and light, have a wonderful night!

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Hey, could I request a trans (ftm) and Gabriel fic perferrably with a wing kink/preening?

Thank you so much for the request. I think I went through like four iterations until I felt it was what the wonderful user wanted. I feel very honored for the request. I hope it is what you wanted. ❤️💛

Request: Gabriel x ftm Reader, Wing Preening

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,073

Summary: Gabriel flirts his way into getting his husband to assist preening his wings.

A/N: I suck at titles. Hush.

I want to thank @mochatheangelkiller for their help.

Gabriel walked into the bedroom shirtless, in boxer briefs, and with his golden wings folded behind him. “Hey,” he said to Y/N, flirtatiously.

Y/N looked up from his book with a small smile upon seeing Gabe as he was. “Do you need something?” He asks, teasingly.

Gabriel saunters in, raising his wings up and about, a mating display, he knows that Y/N likes to see, especially once the archangel explained them. He finds Gabriel’s wings beautiful and loves to touch the soft feathers when Gabe has them out.

Y/N grins, wondering if Gabe is trying to seduce him or wanting him to help preen him. He knows his archangel boyfriend likes to seduce and tease, sometimes at the same time.

Gabriel crawled onto their four-poster bed towards Y/N. He put his book down on the nightstand waiting to see what the lovely golden-eyed angel does.

Y/N quirks a brow at Gabriel, their smile relaxes watching the angel’s movements.

The messenger of god straddles Y/N's comforter-covered thighs and wraps his hands around his neck.

“Gabriel,” warns Y/N. He crosses his arms, not reciprocating Gabriel’s advances.

The archangel rolls his eyes and crosses his arm. “Ok. Ok. I need help with my wings,” he mumbles sheepishly.

Y/N’s face softens, leans forward, and places a chaste kiss on Gabriel’s lips. “The word is ‘preen’.”

“I’m not calling it that,” the Angel pouted.

Y/N grins, amused. It’s an argument the Y/N uses to tease the Angel since it’s hard to tease The Trickster who claimed to be Loki, Norse God.

“Go on, sit down,” Y/N pats next to them and slides off their side of the bed so Gabriel can spread out one of his wings to allow Y/N to work. He goes over to their laptop on the desk and puts on their usual playlist for preening.

Returning, Y/N begins first with the left wing by straightening and ‘zipping’ feathers before gently removing loose ones. Gabriel shivers at the initial contact and relaxes into his touch. The messenger sighs in contentment. Y/N smiles at the sound and then focuses on the task at hand. The gentle movements and massaging stimulation the oil glands throughout the wing and on Gabriel’s back. Knowing where they are across his boyfriend’s wing, Y/N begins to slowly spread the oil and then skims their hands down Gabriel’s back. He can feel goosebumps rise at their touch along the Angel’s back as they collect more oil. He coats the oil on each feather as the youngest archangel showed them.

It’s so easy to do the task and just relax especially with the instrumental music playlist. The scent of the oil permeates the air: a sweet, clover-like scent, honeysuckle with a hint of tobacco. Y/N takes a deep breath and just loves the scent that embodies the one who has their heart. Their nipples tighten under their T-shirt and feel themselves becoming aroused.

“I love you, Gabriel.” He smiles as he works on the front of the left wing.

“I love you too, hot stuff.”

Y/N chuckles at the angel’s endearment for them.

“You doing okay?” He asks, worried that holding the wing up may be tiresome for the angel.

“I’m good,” Gabriel responds, confidently.

There is a pile of broken and loose feathers next to the man. He takes them and puts them on Gabriel’s nightstand.

“Okay, swap sides.”

Gabriel folds his wing back and moves to sit on the left side to allow Y/N to work on the right wing. Gabriel spreads the wing out, and Y/N gets on the bed and starts again. Straightening and ‘zipping’ the feathers back followed by removing loose feathers, making another pile.

Y/N has always been affected by Gabriel’s scent. His arousal simmering as they work on the other side of the wing. He can see that Gabriel is just as affected as he is if the bulge in his underwear is anything to go by.

“Enjoying yourself?” Y/N teases.

Gabriel looks at them as his eyes remain on the wing. “What do you think?”

Y/N grins, wide, at the returned tease. He slows down about halfway done with the inside of the right wing. He relaxes his face, trying to seem focused on the task and not trying to ignore their arousal. Breathing deep and slowly doesn’t exactly help, it does help them focus. They have a goal in mind with Gabriel’s progressive bulge.

Gabriel presses on his hardness over his boxer briefs.

Y/N reaches over and smacks his hand. “No,” he commands.

Gabriel whines, pursing his lips into a frown.

“Patience, Angel.”

“You know I can't do that.”

Y/N chuckles. “Liar. You waited for me.”

Gabriel smiles and rolls his golden eyes. “True,” he quietly agrees. “You were worth it.”

Y/N smiles, feeling heat rise to their cheeks, as they continue along the ‘arm’ oiling the feathers.

Gabriel shivers through his wings.

Y/N grins, wickedly. He knee-walks and straddles Gabriel.

“He-llo,” Gabriel greets and wraps his arms around Y/N’s waist.

“Hey,” Y/N greets back. He wraps his arms around the angel’s shoulders and grounds down on the angel.

He throws his head back and groans. Y/N leans forward and sucks marks along the angel’s tendon, his neck nipping, laying kitten licks, and soothing them. He slides his hands down Gabriel’s back to the main oil glands and presses on them drawing a gasp from him as he arches his back.

Y/N leans forward, lips against his ear. “You like that, Angel?”

Gabriel is panting and pushes his hips upward, two pieces of cloth separating their bodies. Y/N hums in pleasure, leans back, and takes off his shirt, revealing two silver scars across their chest from their top surgery. The Angel’s hand comes up and traces them like he does every time. He revels in Y/N’s bravery, determination, and resilience. The scars speak so much of Y/N’s past struggles and knows how lucky he is to call him his.

Y/N bites his lower lip, his eyes watching the awe on Gabriel’s face the angel has every single time. He smiles at his angel.

“Gabriel,” he whispers.

The angel looks at him, pupil large with a sliver of golden at the edges. Y/N smiles, ready for so much more.

Want me to write more? Let me know. I would love to hear from you. 📝❤️

[malleusthehammer]

Request and Master List!

Hello!! I’m Malleus, and if you don’t already know me, i write for multiple fandoms (Mainly ROR/SNV and Fallout) I’m a newbie writer, so it may just start out as drabbles or headcanons. But this is my request and master list!

Request Do’s/Don’ts!

I will write..

Fluff

NSFW (not consistently)

Maybe angst?

I will NOT write..

Anything regarding a valkyrie x valkyrie or brother x brother, basic stuff like that.

Ships (canon x canon, OC x canon)

Anything regarding children, unless platonic.

RECORD OF RAGNAROK⚜️

The Gods

⚡️ Zeus

None yet!

💌 Hermes

None yet!

🛡️ Ares

None yet!

🌺 Aphrodite

None yet!

🪶 Odin

None yet!

🎭 Loki

None yet!

☀️ Apollo

None yet!

🌩️ Thor

Braiding his hair

🪰 Beezelbub

None yet!

☠️ Hades

Getting a piggyback ride

🦁 Hercules

Getting a piggyback ride

🌊 Poseidon

Earth God/Goddess S/O

🔥 Shiva

None yet!

Humanity

🐴 Lü Bu

Calling them pretty!

Braiding his hair

🍎 Adam

Calling them pretty!

getting a piggyback ride

Prankster Child!

⚔️ Sasaki Kojiro

Calling them pretty!

Breaking the News to Sasaki

Playing Baseball

Braiding his hair

Period care

(Shitpost) Boobies ;3

Getting a piggyback ride

Prankster Child!

🔪 Jack the Ripper

Calling them pretty!

Summer? Not my thing.

Playing Baseball

(Shitpost) How dare he

(Art) The sillies

(Art) The silly.. that lies

(Art) He asked for NO pickles!!

Your eyes..

🏆 Raiden Tameemon

Calling them pretty!

Chubby female reader

🍬 Buddha

Calling them pretty!

Playing Baseball

Braiding his hair

Buddha x trans reader LIMEEE

Prankster child!

👑 Qin Shi Huang

Calling them pretty!

Playing Baseball

🪛 Nikola Tesla

Calling them pretty!

Playing Baseball

Tesla and a badass reader

Tesla dragging you to the clinic

"Our Little Experiment.." (NSFW)

🛡️ Leonidas

Prankster child!

The Valkyries

🥧 Brünhilde

(Shitpost) Don’t you just wanna go apeshit?

💄 Thrüd

None yet!

🗡️ Hrist

None yet!

🎀 Hlokk

(Art) He asked for NO pickles!

ᶠᵃˡˡᵒᵘᵗ ⁴

Preston Garvey ⛓️‍💥

- None yet!

Sturges 🔧

- None yet!

John Hancock 🥃

- None yet!

Nick Valentine 🔩🔍

- None yet!

Paladin Danse ⚔️

- None yet!

Cait 🧨

- None yet!

Robert MacCready 🪖

- None yet!

Porter Gage ⚖️

- None yet!

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And that’s it for now! I may do more valkyries, but i may do more! I’d love to take requests! anywho, i hope this helps you navigate my account more!

[trashland-llamas]

-> Fic Masterlist <-

[ Post Three // Fandoms J-Z ]

JJBA

How the Stardust Crusader react to y/n being trans

I’m Small: Jotaro discovers that Reader is an age regressor [Male]

Mimicry; Jotaro & Reader have a relationship akin to Wreck It Ralph & Vanellope von Schweetz [GN]

Allergens; Reader finds out Jotaro’s allergic to cats [GN]

Toi, moi, un rendez-vous?; Reader learns French so they can ask Polnareff on a date in his native tongue [GN]

The Artist’s Muse; Y/n discovers what Noriaki spends so much time drawing [Fem]

JJK

hair of gold and a neck of pearls; Tiana catches Nanami dancing in the kitchen. or Nanami was trying to surprise Tiana, but lost track of time

Kuroko's Basketball

Doge; Kagami's fear of dogs get in the way of y/n's service dog so y/n takes it upon themselves to help him with said fear [GN]

Walk, Walk, Fashion, Baby; Kise gets Kuroko to model for him

Marvel

Serpentine; poem about Loki

Blind Leading the Blind; Matt Murdock being roommates with Reader who suffers from low vision [GN]

CH3CHO; Reader tells Bucky they’re drinking on an empty stomach...Or Bucky being the dad friend, takes drunk! Reader on a motorcycle ride to Taco Bell [GN]

Force Continuum; Frank takes Reader to the gun range and teaches her how to use a gun [Fem]

just to hide outside your door; Reader storms out after a bad argument with Matt, finding out he's Daredevil. Ending up nonverbal, at Frank's door [GN]

metachrosis; Reader seems mellow to everyone they work with; Matt Murdock begs to differ [GN]

Sacroiliac; Bucky finds Reader asleep on the floor, deciding that just won't do. Not on his watch [GN]

MCYT Adjacent

I’m Home Again; Dad!Corpse

NWTB

Rivets;  My attempt at making one of those Youtube egos

Obey Me!

Bah Bah Black Sheep; Mc has a nightmare where they're the sheep character in Catherine and die trying to complete the obstacle course. Waking up, they go seek their beloved demon. [GN]

Astronomy themed nicknames Belphegor calls Mc [GN]

One Piece [anime, & live action]

Red Bottoms; Strawhats + whether I think they can successfully walk in heels

Strawhats + reacting to reader cupping their face [GN]

Strip Poker…but w/ Peppers?; Sanji and Zoro compete for y/n's affections over a sinister game of strip poker, suggested by the cook [Fem]

Do You Have a Light?; Sanji & Zoro react to Reader smoking for the first time [GN]

Take It Off; Zoro catches trans! reader over-binding [Male]

Stoic; Reader goes to Sanji for comfort after becoming fed up with Zoro's methods of comforting them [Male]

Could Just Eat You Alive; reader agrees to being Sanji's meal [Fem]

Relaxed, Squishy. Flexed, Hard; Reader asks Sanji while drunk why his muscles are so squishy [GN]

Moth to a Flame; Sanji jumpscares touch-starved reader with touch [Male]

Feel My Heartbeat Beat Beat; Soulmate au where Sanji can sense reader’s heartbeat [GN]

Ohhhhh Waaaaitttteerrrr; Reader is a customer at the Baratie & has to tell Sanji their order turned out wrong [GN]

Vignettes; Vignettes revolving Sanji and Reader's sex life [GN]

Cramps; Reader has PCOS and finally experiences cramps. Not knowing how to deal with them, they confide in Nami [Fem]

Sweet Treat; Where Reader is the type that doesn't want for anything...or where Sanji takes this personally and coaxes them into making a request for the menu [GN]

Nice to Meet Ya; Reader accidentally bumps into Sir Crocodile while buying groceries. Crocodile offers to buy a replacement as an excuse to talk to them more [GN]

Avoidance; Strawhats + s/o who avoids eye contact like the plague

Needy Little Thing; Reader is clingy and wants to cum. Or where Zoro takes care of them. (Fem]

Warm Summer's Day; Ace comes across a sleeping Reader. Thing is it's summer yet they're still using a winter duvet. [GN]

He Loves Me. He Loves Me Not; Sanji not knowing how to court men, accidentally causes some gender dysphoria for y/n [Trans Male]

Ouran High School Host Club

Two Peas in a Pod; Mori-senpai x reader who like him, doesn't talk a lot [GN]

Outlander

Pineapple…on Pizza? Why?; Oneshot about Jamie trying pineapple pizza [GN]

Resident Evil

Cat Eyed; Reader helps Vendetta! Leon apply his eyeliner [GN]

Tiddies; Reader coerces Leon into letting them play with his tits [GN]

That Girl is Poison; Reader attempts to poison Leon [Fem]

Everyone Grows Old; Reader’s self-conscious about their gray hairs, Leon comforts them [GN]

Food Guarding; Leon adopts dog hybrid! reader who deals with food guarding as a result of previous abusive owners [GN]

Sidemen + Troops

Mrs All American; Hcs bout Reader being an American [GN]

Mom Friend; Reader makes breakfast for the Sidemen crew [GN]

Fruit Gushers; Trans male reader is on their period [Male]

Welcome to Jackass; The bit/scene from Jackass 4.5 where Steve-O tries advertising his condoms by filling them w/ sewage from his RV but insert the Sidemen instead

Scary Dog Privileges; Sidemen's reaction to y/n having scary dog privileges [GN]

Hey, Catch!; Reader has dyspraxia [GN]

I’m Not Angry Anymore; Cal falls asleep to Harry singing

Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist; a poltergeist starts following Lux around [Fem]

Fat, Funny Friend; Behz consoles reader after finding them broken down after a particularly bad day [Male]

Who Let the Dogs Out; Reader's trying to reel in their dog or where Ethan thinks they're catcalling them

When the Sun loves the Moon; Harry's had a crush on his next door neighbor y/n for a while but has been too much of a chicken to talk to her until Simon encourages him to invite her over [Fem]

Touch Starved Harry

Caregiver; JJ & Simon are Reader's caregivers, Reader's an age regressor [GN]

Why So Sad?; Simon accidentally scares y/n while they're already regressed, making them further regress into headspace and JJ takes care of them. Sequel to Caregivers. [GN]

Absolutely Stunning; Simon tries on lingerie for JJ

Dad; 4x the Sidemen called Josh ‘Dad’

Enthralled; Tobi doesn't let Reader do work related stuff during their movie night [GN]

Stranger Things

Barbie; Y/n beats Munson at his own game of name 3 songs

What’s Wrong with my Speech?; Reader goes w/ Eleven to speech therapy

We Bare Bears

Stuffies; Ice Bear notices y/n’s beloved stuffy finally needs to be replaced [GN]

Wednesday

Pack Animals; Remus is one of the lycanthropy specialists that Enid's parents sent her to

Studyblr?; Tyler finally finds the time to strike up a conversation with a regular, y/n, an infamous studyblr blogger on tumblr

X-Men

Mother-hen; Reader w/ mother-hen vibes or Logan who slowly warms up to Reader’s attempts to take care of him [GN]

Kitsune; Kurt Wagner x Fox/Kitsune! Reader Hcs [GN]

Cancels Out; Rogue discovers Reader's mutation while giving them a tour of the school. Reader's able to nullify other mutant's abilities [GN]

Starry Night; Ororo uses her mutation to let a regressed reader stargaze on a cloudy night [GN]

An Apple a Day; Charles + Reader who has aphantasia—quickly realizing he can hear their thoughts for once, because they're scared about a medical checkup w/ Hank [GN]

Lil’ Guy; Kurt knows Reader will always crack whenever he gives them puppy dog eyes and everyone else hates him for it [GN]

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | OC - Marvel - Loki x Listener SFW Loki's Scared After You Get Injured

[M4A/GF4A] [Established romantic relationship] [Injured listener]

Based on a Patreon request. Jay asked "Injured listener with Loki would be really cool I think! One where listener was maybe in a battle on earth and found hanging on when Loki gets there, making it soft care that maybe leads to a sleep aid?", Ellie C asked "Feels like it’s been a minute since we’ve heard from Loki, I miss him", requests seconded by Despair.

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