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Marv x gn!reader

tw: Mentions of bullying (once) | angst & fluff | insecure marv | mostly plot | established relationship | handjob to marv

notes: guys i’m so sorry but tbh i didn’t really try with this one bc i know not a lot of ppl won’t read it but still wanted to write for marv.

After inviting your friends over to your house that you shared with Marv, you noticed how badly they talked about your boyfriend so, you screamed at them to leave, sadly Marv saw everything.

In the dimly lit room, the tension hung heavy in the air as Marv stood there, tears glistening on his cheeks beneath the red superhero mask he always had on. As you approached him, You could sense the weight of his pain and insecurity overflowing him.

"You heard, didn't you?" you asked, reaching out to gently cup his face. "I'm sorry my friends said those things about you, okay? You know I don't think that way," you reassured him, thumbs circulating his cheeks to ease him down.

With a trembling hand, you brushed his hair aside to get a better look at his face, noticing his black eyeliner smudging. As you try to clean it up he flinched and avoided your gaze, looking away instead to the door your friends rushed to a few seconds ago. His body hunched over as if he was once again the bullied kid on the playground.

"Yeah, I know you yelled at them pretty bad..." he responded hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. Finally, after a few long moments, he managed to lift his head and look directly at you. The ceiling lights making his teary eyes shine brightly.

"You don't think I'm weird, right?" he asked, his voice wavering while he bit his lip, a habit of his when he was anxious.

Smiling reassuringly, you grabbed him tightly, causing him to gasp a little, his puppy eyes opening wide. "Everyone is weird in their own ways, Marvyn," You replied, using his full name tenderly. "But you? You're the most sane person I know."

The shared laughter filled the room, and Marv pulled you close, wrapping his arms around in a closer embrace, and you could feel how your hearts beat in sync with one another. After a few moments, he pulled back just enough to look at you, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah, right," he murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You laughed softly and reached for his mask, intending to remove it, but he grabbed your wrist gently, halting your movement. "I don't want to take it off yet..." he whispered, his hazel eyes reflecting a mix of insecurity and fear.

Standing there, uncertain of what to do, you realized that despite dating Marvyn for four months, you had never seen him without his mask. You knew now that it wasn't due to an obsession with superheroes, as you had initially assumed; rather, it was a shield he used to protect himself from the world, especially from his past.

"Please?" You begged, pouting playfully, as your eyes were filled with determination.

Marvyn hesitated, his voice barely audible. "But if I take it off, you'll think I'm—" His words trailed off, worry etched across his features. His hands fidgeted with the end of his shirt.

In an attempt to ease his anxiety, you interrupted him, using a tone deliberately cheesy. "I'll think you're the most precious angel sent from above," you declared, hoping to coax him into removing the mask. To your delight, he let out a soft giggle, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Besides," yoh added, "your mask doesn't hide your face that much, you know?"

"Yeah, I'm aware," he sighed, his breath hitching as you trailed gentle kisses along his neck, easing his tension.

"Please?" You reiterated, voice soft and persuasive.

He hesitated, stammering before finally nodding.

Heart racing, you carefully removed the mask, eyes widening at the sight beneath. Your breath caught in your throat, and with a soft smile, you murmured, "You're so..."

Marvyn groaned, trying to grab the mask from your grasp, his eyes darting around the room in a mixture of panic and embarrassment. "This was a bad idea," he protested, his voice shaking slightly.

You snatched the mask away, holding it between your fingers as if it were a precious artifact. "Pretty," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you gazed at his exposed face. The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion, and Marvyn's eyes fluttered shut as if he couldn't bear to look at you.

Once finished, you lifted his chin, showing him an honest smile, happy to see your boyfriend's unobstructed face. "Pretty?" Marvyn repeated, his face flush with embarrassment at the compliment. His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours with a mixture of shame and vulnerability.

Nodding, you gently took his arm, guiding him toward the bathroom where you planned to help him remove his smudged makeup. Initially, he resisted, his body tense and unyielding. But you persisted, your touch gentle yet firm, until he finally relented, allowing you to assist him.

"I love you more than anything," You whispered softly, Your hand tenderly wiping away the layers of concealment he used to hide behind.

Marvyn sighed, his voice filled with doubt. "I know it's just hard to believe that you do because," he admitted. "How can you date someone like me?" he questioned.

The room fell quiet for a few seconds, and you swore you could hear your heart breaking at his question. How could you not love him, should be the question. You knew what happened with your friends brought him back to the past he desperately tried to avoid.

Your response was prompt, hand resting on the back of his head as you continued removing his makeup. "I'm weird too," You countered, the connection deepening as you both shared this private moment, as imperfections laid bare before each other.

"But look at me," Marvyn groaned, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice. "You deserve a boyfriend who won't embarrass you.”

You silenced him with a firm grip on his jaw, leaning in to capture his lips in a passionate yet quick kiss. His chapped lips rosed against yours desperately.

"Fuck them," You whispered against the rim of his mouth, pulling back slightly. "It's just you and me." With a wink and a smile, you led him to the couch, softly placing his head on your lap as you played with his brownish hair. Trying to bring some sort of normalcy to the night.

The room was filled with the sounds of his favorite superhero movie, creating a comfortable atmosphere between the two. Inside, however, Marvyn was struggling with an internal debate before finally finding the courage to speak.

As he stood up, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He took your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I think I'm ready," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You looked into his eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability there, and your heart melted.

"For what, baby?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I want to sleep with you," Marvyn confessed, his face flushing with embarrassment. You could feel his heart pounding against your hand, and you knew this was a big step for him. In the four months you'd been dating, you'd never slept together, content to let him take things at his own pace. And you were fine with that, knowing that he needed time to feel comfortable around you.

"Are you sure? I said I'm willing to wait until you feel ready," you reminded him gently.

He held your hands tightly, his lips brushing against them as he insisted. "I am ready. Please?" His eyes were filled with a desperation that broke your heart, and you knew you couldn't deny him.

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. “Let’s start with something simple for today, okay? “

you began to kiss him through his clothing, overpowering his apprehension with tender, lingering touches, ensuring that you wouldn't overwhelm him by stripping him completely. As you undid his belt and slowly unzipped his pants, you could feel Marvyn's body twitching at the slightest touch, aching for more.

You paused, concern etched on your face. "If you want me to stop, just tell me, alright?" You say, making sure to respect his boundaries and give him a clear outlet for his feelings. He nodded softly, his eyes locked on yours, his anticipation palpable as you slowly slid down his boxers, revealing him to you.

"Of course," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he watched your every move. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, and without any further hesitation, you began to pump him gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He let out a soft whimper, his head rolling back in pleasure while his eyes were shut.

"You okay?" You asked, needing to ensure he was still certain about this.

He nodded, his eyes opening slightly, a soft smile on his lips. "Yes, just keep going, please," he breathed, his body tensing up in anticipation.

As you continued to pleasure him, you noticed how rigid his body was, even though he seemed to be enjoying it.

"Hey," you whispered, stopping momentarily, "it's okay to let go and enjoy yourself."

Marvyn sighed, nodding, and allowed himself to fully relax into the experience. His eyes closed once again, and you saw a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. Encouraged, you resumed your ministrations, watching as his body slowly loosened up and gave itself over to the sensations. His breath started to hitched, and he moaned softly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders for support. Your heart swelled with pride at being able to give him such pleasure.

"It feels nice…" He whimpered out his eyes opening slightly to look at you work him out, his voice filled with pleasure.

Hearing his words made you feel like you were doing something right, and you continued to stroke him gently, adjusting your pace to match his rhythm. "Good, glad you're enjoying it," you said softly, keeping your gaze locked on his.

His eyes closed once more, and he leaned into you, his body trembling slightly. You could sense he was close by the way his legs kept twitching, and you wanted nothing more than to make this experience perfect for him. With a final surge of momentum, you increased your speed, watching as his entire body froze up before he cried out in pleasure, eyes wide and face flushed.

As his orgasm subsided, you held him close, allowing him to catch his breath. "That was amazing," he whispered, looking up at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. You smiled shyly, feeling a surge of happiness at his praise. "Glad you liked it," you said, trying to play it cool despite the warmth spreading through your chest.

He sat up, pulling you into a warm embrace, hugging you tightly. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible against your chest. "That...that really meant a lot to me." You returned the hug, knowing that you had done something special for him today.

"I'm happy that you let me do that for you," you responded, kissing his cheek. He smiled, a small, genuine smile that lit up his face. "I'm happy I let you do that too," he said, running his fingers through your hair. "I needed that."

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness. This was what it was all about – making each other feel good, and being there for each other when it mattered most. You knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, and you were excited to see what the future held for the two of you.

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[literaila]

If you’re still doing requests, what about a loki x reader where he plans a date around asgard? Pure fluff as he tries to impress reader

a perfect sort of different 

loki x gn!reader 

a/n: went with more of a “loki moments” type thing but. it was very fun to daydream..sooo.

*

the pure rush of colors was magnificent.

it felt like so many things, so many bright lights flying past you at once, so many seconds condensed into not even one, and so many smiles lived through the blur of everything.

you’d been worried about the Bifrost— loki spoke of it with a brilliant smile on his face, mischievous glint in his eyes. but now, seeing it for yourself, you understood that look.

and you felt a little dizzy.

loki is holding onto your arm when you regain composure and look around, you’re barely aware that he’s the only thing holding you up.

it’s different here, strange. your eyes are squinted, tired from all the colors but you still manage to look around.

strange.

“—darling?”

your head tilts to look at loki, whos staring at you with all the confusion of a mighty god. he must not even realize how disorienting the bifrost could be.

“yes?” you whisper, surprised by how your voice sounds. it’s different, strange, but feels smooth. you smile as you breathe out, enjoying this sensation.

loki looks amused when you meet his eyes again, and finally, he lets go of your arm, turning around.

your eyes drift past him, to the walls, the floor, the weird thing in the middle of the room, and finally, someone else.

you hadn’t even noticed the person standing there, proper-like, sword in hand. he’s staring at you, eyes a strong, strange type of gold. he doesn’t look unkind, but still, your smile is hesitant.

you wish there was a directory for this sort of thing.

“thank you, heimdall,” loki quips, not bothering to look over to the man, and walking past without a breath.

his strange tone of voice doesn’t escape your ears. you stare after him, his long immortal strides, noting the tension in his back.

“shall i let your father know that you’re here with— ahem —your guest?” the man, heimdall, calls after him even though he’s not that far away yet.

he’s not looking at you anymore, so he can’t see your confused face. you sense some tension.

loki spins around with a smile, too big to be real.

“better not,”

and then he’s walking again, leaving you behind, standing there looking all too small. accidentally— you hope.

you turn to the man with his beautiful gold eyes. he’s already looking at you, waiting for whatever he knows you’re about to say. your eyes dart to loki for a moment, meters ahead of you already, and you look at heimdall again with an apologetic face.

“thank you,” you say quickly with your strange chilled voice, and then, before he can respond, you’re running after loki.

he walks far faster than you do— curse his long legs — and it takes a moment to catch up. luckily, he stops when he notices you approaching.

his face is void of anything.

“bad blood?”

loki, stood in front of you, gives an unamused look at your words, then looks forward to the-

oh, wow.

if you’d thought the bifrost and the man were strange— this would be miles away. the sight in front of you has your jaw-dropping, your breath wavering off as you stare.

it’s bright, so bright, and gold gold gold. it looks like a place from a story, a fictional thing that people on earth could never dream of seeing. it’s so-

wow.

it would be embarrassing to burst into tears right here, wouldnt it?

loki seems to be thinking the same thing because he leans down to grab your hand, distracting you from your thoughts of sobbing.

“do you like it?” he wonders, nodding toward the castle, the gold, the colors. it’s all very overwhelming. beautiful.

“it’s very…” you cant stop staring, cant think long enough to finish.

your eyes are glued in front of you.

“very what?”

and to him.

his blue eyes are awaiting your response, and his hand soft and cold in yours.

“just very,” you whisper.

he rolls his eyes, breaking your lovestruck thoughts. bastard.

“that doesn’t make any sense, dear,” he chides, taking a few steps forward and pulling you with him. he ignores the scoff that follows his response.

you observe the sky, clearer than you’ve seen before, the mountains which you hadn’t expected, the buildings and the still-movement all of them are making.

it’s only takes a few more seconds for you to finally look down—

—and jump away from loki.

he’s looking over at you with curious eyes, wondering where you’ve gone, but you’re staring at the ground.

eyes wide, face shocked, wondering how in the nine realms you didn’t notice this earlier.

it’s a rainbow, yes, so how are you walking on it?

“am i going to die?” you blurt out, moving backward, not really looking where you’re going. all you know is that you need to get off this rainbow.

you cant believe loki wouldn’t have warned you before, cant believe that you’re still alive even now.

“darling-“ loki is calling, you don’t listen. “darling, darling—“ his voice gets louder, nearing you. “hey-“

he’s grabs your arm, pulling you to him, his breath against your face. his grip is stronger, but his voice is stronger “you’re only going to die if you fall off,”

it’s then you notice how close you were to the edge of the bridge.

oops.

you look up to loki, now rational enough to be still, and wince at his scowl. embarrassing mortal, you are.

“sorry,” you say and take a step back. the ground is firm beneath your feet. you probably should’ve noticed that before.

another eye roll.

okay, so maybe you definitely should’ve noticed that before. and— yup, loki is still glaring at you.

“i’m okay now,” you promise, smiling and taking a step closer to him. loki doesn’t relent, turning his head away.

you kiss his jaw anyway, loving the quirk of his lip you can just barely see out of the corner of your eye. he’s not a very sly god.

you peck up, until you can just barely meet the corner of his lips, and then he’s turning his head, meeting you halfway.

forgiven, then.

“you are absurd,” he says, his eyes so very kind, the antonym to his words. he runs two finger tips under your jaw and then looks away.

“sorry,” you repeat.

loki just laughs, moves the two of you closer to the middle of the ‘bridge’, giving you a pointed look. he’s never going to let that go.

then the two of you are walking, towards the castle, towards the gold, towards the beautiful place in front of you. you’re not sure how loki is so calm, how he can keep his eyes off of any of this for even a moment.

when you’ve almost reached the end, loki starts telling you about the bridge, about its prosperities, it’s history. he whispers things about the skyline in your ear and guides you toward the beautiful place.

it’s all very wonderful. peaceful, somehow, something you’d never thought you’d get to experience. especially not with him.

you’re almost there though, the buildings, the people, when you feel a cold blur cover you.

your clothes are gone, in their place, a blob of leather and cloth.

“loki,”

he doesn’t stop, moving ahead with your hand still in his. you notice his clothes, once a shirt and some jeans, now transformed into leather and more leather.

and… horns? gold horns?

appealing, yes. ridiculous, yes.

“your highness, almighty god, care to explain?”you call, after removing your hand from his, and crossing your arms. he’s not supposed to magic you without warning.

he doesn’t even attempt to look innocent, instead fiddling with the clothing at your waist— admiring it almost.

you huff.

“darling, you can’t except us to wear… that here, honestly. you’d be executed at the gate,” he waved a hand, completely ignoring your face.

dumb, cute, bastard god.

he tries to pull you again but you snap back. “nuh-uh, junior, you don’t make any sense,”

“i don’t make sense?” his amused eyebrow is not helping.

“explain,” you say, instead of elbowing him.

he sighs, throws his head back, rolls his eyes and looks up. all within two seconds. you might’ve appreciated it if he wasn’t being so convoluted.

he sighs again. “we’re trying not to draw any unwanted attention, darling, hence the clothes,”

you stare at him for a few moments, his impatient, ridiculous face.

and then “you’re literally wearing horns,”

“they’re comfortable,” he says, as if that’s any explanation at all.

“they’re horns,”

“custom fit” he says with a stupid prideful face. again, any other time it might’ve been endearing.

you look behind him, to the palace you cant wait to see, to the noises you can hear.

“…aren’t you like a prince here?”

“well, technically, darling-“

but you don’t let him finish, instead you take one step past him and interrupt. “also, you like— bask in attention all of the time. you practically live for it,” you continue to walk, expecting him to follow.

“i do not ba-“

“don’t try and deny it, loki, lying doesn’t look good on you.”

“i’m the god of lies,” loki huffs, and doesn’t utter another word. you’re sure he’s crossing his arms and pouting.

after a few moments of silence, you’re beginning to worry that you’ve actually hurt his feelings, but then he sighs again.

“shall i take them off?”

you roll your eyes at that, watching his hand go up to his head, stopping him with the gentle tap of yours

“no, love, then people won’t notice them,”

you walk forward, laughing to yourself when loki doesn’t follow. a part of you wants to look back to see the look on his face, but the other part doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

it doesn’t matter though because loki only pauses for a moment, and then he’s running to catch up to you and looking down upon you with a smirk.

“does that mean you like them, then?”

*

loki’s room is… unexpected.

you’d guessed about the rows of books, the dark colors, the large expanse of space. it wasn’t that hard to guess after you knew about his decorating skills.

but this… something about this is warm.

maybe it’s the large glass windows you hadn’t thought of, maybe it’s the light they bring in. maybe it’s the view of the bifrost, maybe it’s just some magic asgardian thing,

but still, you loved it from the moment you’d walked in.

it was him, you supposed, there wasnt much that could keep you from loving it. 

still, loki’s tour of the room (big, yet smaller than you’d thought it would be) was your favorite part. 

“this was my favorite dagger, before my mother gave me the one at home,” and “yes that is a trophy— no, darling, we dont need to talk about it-” and “you think thats funny but i spent most nights away from bed,” (you’d hit him for that one (( “sneaking!” he’d promised))  

it was wonderful to hear about his childhood, no matter the grey-tinted glasses he looked at it through. 

and now, standing at his library while he sits in the chair next to you, you cant stop smiling at the books you cant read. 

“whats this one?” 

“that one is illusion-casting,” he answers, and he has a book in his hand— another title you cant read —but the two of you both know that he hasnt looked away from you once. 

“i should burn it,” you mutter, familiar with the name and the magic. 

loki smirks, you refuse to look and see but he is, and sings out a quiet “ ‘fraid you’re a bit too late,” 

“this one?” you demand, voice louder now. you ignore the snake slithering over your finger tips. he won’t win that fast.  

“that one is a work of fiction,” he says, standing up to grab it from you. the snakes disappear in an instant. he flips it from the front to the back, studying it carefully. you’re sure you see him gulp before he says “its about frost giants.” 

you’re familiar with that name too. and you know, you would’ve been able to see it even if you didnt, that its a bad reminder for loki. something about it is causing that dullness in his eyes. 

“it is?” you whisper, moving closer to him to observe. you still cant read it, but something about the feel of his skin is comforting. 

“its asgardian, obviously,” he looks up, closed off face. “not very pleasant,” he whispers to you. 

his words send pricks down your heart. 

you’d known this would happen when he’d invited you, stuttered out his invitation with his silk voice. you had guessed that too— that asgard held bad memories for him. that there was a reason, before maybe, he hadn’t wanted to come back. 

until now, of course. he was excited to show you around. 

still, there must be something to get that look off of his face. 

you grab the book from his hands, placing it back on the shelf as carefully as possible. you move back, smile— slightly sad —on your face. loki is watching, but you’re not sure if hes really there. 

so, you move closer, grab his hands before stepping into his chest. 

you’re looking into his eyes when you ask “should i burn that one too?” 

and he doesn’t move. he doesn’t breathe in or out. he just stands for a moment.

but you can see it— the twitch of his nose, the subtle change in his eyes. you can see the life return to his brows, the colors flooding his cheek.

you don’t mention the blue, the tint, the composure he’d lost. you won’t speak of it until he does.

and then, within another moment, with one sharp inhale of breath, loki’s smiling.

and it’s wonderful, it’s amazing, and you’re quick to return it. you hope it’s your words, hope that loki can already hear the unspoken ‘i accept you’ you’re sending to him.

you hope just this once that he’s reading your mind, that he knows how highly you think of him.

it takes one more second for loki to grab at your waist, to stare at your lips until he cant take it anymore and he— gently —claws at your face.

his lips are yours and his hands are running across your skin, across the clothes he’s made for you, all over until you’re breathing once again.

you want to pull back and look at the color of his eyes, but you don’t want to move. you cant move away from him now.

with gasps of breath, warming hands, loving eyes you can see when loki finally does pull back, the two of you are smiling.

at least, right now, you’re enough to shove away the memories.

“yes, darling,” he whispers with his lips centimeters from yours. “you should burn them all,”

you laugh and loki groans into the next kiss. he’s fast and slow and hard and soft and pulling away…

“we should burn them all,” he corrects, eyes attached to yours.

you scoff though, instead of returning his lovely look, and move away. “i quite like the look of some of these,”

“you cant even read them,” loki complains, reminds you with a smirk.

you glare at him, pulling out another book. he’s right next to you, leaning against the shelf and watching you with observant eyes.

“doesn’t mean i’m going to burn them all just to feed your pyromaniac tendencies,”

loki laughs, maybe at you, maybe at your words.

but still, when you look over to him again, you can’t help but laugh back.

*

“…if i married you, would we share the title of ‘the god of mischief’?”

it was a serious question.

loki’s reaction was not helpful in the slightest.

he’s sitting next to you, laughing— cackling at your words.

the two of you have been leaning against the bookshelf for a while now, not noticing the time that’s passed while you discuss, talk and read.

well, loki reads, you listen.

you been enjoying the stories he tells you, both his and others, enjoying the way his mouth moves when he reads, the way his eyes flick up to yours every couple of moments. the smile that lights up his face after those few seconds of eye contact.

you enjoyed his bursts of energy, the moments when he’s reminded of something and so he pauses the story and tells you something else instead.

you’ve enjoyed all of these hours on the floor.

and no, you’re not exactly sure how the subject has come up, but still.

the scowl on your face is not playful.

“that’s not really how it works, darling,” loki says in between the laughs he still can’t seem to keep in.

he’s got a hold of your hand, and so, with the maturity of the adult you are, you snatch it back.

it’s only then that he looks up with betrayal in his eyes. his lips quirk at the look on your face moments after.

bastard.

“fine,” you say with practiced ease. “i didn’t want to marry you anyway,”

without another look at his face, you stand up, sore from sitting on the floor for so long and stretch.

loki is quick to follow, turning your head to make you look him in the eyes.

“pardon, darling?”

your smile is malicious. “you didn’t hear me?”

loki quirks an eyebrow at you and moves your head down only slightly. he moves his hand against your forehead.

“are you sick, my dear?” he asks with all the fake curiosity he can muster.

hey wait— where did he even learn that?

he laughs again when you force his hand away.

“you’re infuriating,” you say, glaring at him.

loki smiles, charming once again, and leans down. “i am the god of mischief-“

“heard that one before-“

“-and i will share that title with you, if you’d like.”

and then, he’s across the room before you even get the chance to make another comment.

god— he’s so beautiful when he’s laughing at you.

*

“what do you think?” he asks, playing with your wrist in his delicate hands, moving your hand to his liking.

it’s been a long day, you think.

“about what?” you whisper back, teasing that smooth sensation on your tongue, feeling the weight of your eyelids.

his bed is wonderful. soft, silky. and even if the scent is slightly different— you can still tell it’s him.

“me,” loki murmurs. “here, this place, my home.”

he’s giving you options, you know, and still. there’s only one real answer.

it’s all been very disorienting. from the very moment, you stepped foot here, from the moment loki asked you to come. it’s been fast, and slow, and a blur of everything.

every moment has been scattered with confusion, and while happiness, excitement, and curiosity lay beneath that— it’s still the biggest thing.

it’s so different here, so strange, so sweet. loki is different here too— someone you don’t know, but recognize so well.

there’s so much to mention and just not enough words.

so, you don’t know what to say when he asks.

loki seems to notice, he’s looking in your eyes which are cast off to the side, and he can see the hesitation.

“if it’s bad, i’m sure we can find a memory loss spell,” he says.

you laugh and he delights in the sound. he keeps going.

“or we can go back down to midgard, and you can tell everyone i kidnapped you, and then you’ll never have to see me again.”

“technically, you did,” you say, looking at him, watching his facial expressions.

he laughs. “i did,”

theres a moment after hes done speaking, pure silence.

loki gives you a minute to think, traces the skin under your eyes while he waits. hes been paitent-- uncharacteristic -- and you still dont know what to say. 

“i feel like i’m dreaming,” you blurt out, carefully watching for his reaction. 

he doesnt answer, doesnt meet your eyes, only hums. 

hes waiting for more you know. 

you sigh. “i’ve been worried that i havent woken up all day- that you’re upset because i stood you up, and missed out on all of this.” 

loki looks then, looks at you, looks closer. 

“this is all so surreal, loki, so different.” 

he smiles, and you’re not sure if its good or not. you’re both tired, you can tell, you’re both exhausted, you’re both drained from all the laughing, and you’re both so happy. 

or, you hope he is. you know you are. how could you not be? 

maybe you should tell him that, too. 

“a bad sort of different?” loki asks before you can speak again. hes moving up, lifting his head from your stomach and moving to meet you, to hold you. 

you’re smiling once again, a tired sort of smile. 

“nothing different about you is bad,” you tell him, you whisper into his mouth when you move up to kiss him. you wrap your hands in his hair, pull him as close as possible. 

its such a lazy kiss, but you cant help but think that its your favorite one of the day. you feel loki’s hand on your neck, feel him pull you in too. 

you match each other, in breath, in movements, in whispers between kisses, in softness and warmth. 

when you move back, when you look at him again, when your eyelids are falling but hes holding you up-- 

when you move back, you cant stop yourself from speaking again. “you dont think my different is bad, do you?” 

its sort of a rhetorical question, but maybe its not. loki is going to answer, either way, you know. 

“your different is perfect,” he confirms and pulls you in deeper once again. hes pulling you under the water, holding you up in the sky, making you feel so different here, so different in his bed, in his home, in his arms. 

a perfect sort of different, you know. now, and then and forever, maybe. 

“are you still dreaming?” loki asks when he pulls back. he says it like hes trying to prove to you that you arent. like hes trying to prove to you that this is real, that he is real. 

“maybe,” you answer back, close-lipped smile on your face. “but, you know.” 

loki stares, his head lifts up as he waits. 

...and then you dont say anything. you’re just breathing, matching his stare. 

“i don’t” he protests, a demand in its own way. softly, he kisses between your brows. 

you smile, softer at his touch. 

“i dont mind dreaming, as long as you’re here,” 

maybe its not the answer he was expecting, or maybe its shocking, because the look he gives you is not what you were expecting. 

you laugh and lay back against the pillows, knowing that he’ll follow, knowing that you’re both going to fall asleep like this and it’ll be perfectly okay. 

you’re supposed to stay here for a while anyway, today was just a start. 

loki, kisses you again, once more for now, desperate and hard and unlike the kisses from before. 

its a blur of colors before he lets you go again, a blur of hope and excitement and wonder and every emotion he lends you. 

you’re so tired, you know. 

he whispers something in your ear, says your name again, calls you ‘darling’ for the last time that day. 

it's a different kind of sleep. strange, shallow. in his arms, surrounded by these sheets that you’ve never felt before. surrounded by this place that you’ve never been. cuddled in the arms of someone you’ve always known. 

perfect. 

*

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Fnaf movie (Mike, William Afton, Vanessa Shelly) ₊˚⊹ ʚɞ Any adult jhutch character ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Friends to lovers ｡･:*˚:✧｡ Enemies to lovers₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ coworkers to lovers ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Fluff ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ angst ₊ ⊹.𖥔

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞: ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Immoral content ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ rape ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ any form of incest ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ age play ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ cnc ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ violent sex ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ beating up (slapping will only be permitted from time to time depending on the context of the story) ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ feet,piss, etc kinks.

I’m probably forgetting other stuff but if it’s not mentioned then… feel free to drop wild requests! i’m open to write anything.

This is a judgment free zone!

╱ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ╲

𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 +18, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙮 ‘𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚’ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩.

Last smut: ˖⁺ ⊹୨ Love Across Time ୧⊹ ⁺˖ (smut, fluff) ━━ Josh, a time traveler and savior of the world, has found himself stuck in the early 2000s and has become a teacher's assistant. Despite his best efforts to keep his distance from you, the teacher he is assisting, Josh finds himself irresistibly drawn to you. leading Josh on a journey of self-discovery and romance as he tries to navigate this new timeline. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: softdom!Josh x teacher!reader. published: July 12 edited: no ୨୧

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

A Helping Hand ୧⊹ ⁺˖ (smut, angst) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ When Mike broke his leg, it left him feeling helpless and dependent on you for basic tasks like showering. This dependence has taken a toll on his self-esteem and sense of purpose, and he's now struggling with an existential crisis. As you help him shower, you notice the deep pain and vulnerability in his eyes as he pleads for connection and physical affection. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: touch-starved Mike x gn!reader published: April 14 word count: 2.4 ୨୧

Chocolate kisses ୧⊹ ⁺˖ (smut, angst, fluff) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Feeling dejected and hopeless about love after yet another failed date, you find yourself seeking comfort with your best friend, Mike. Instead of just lending a shoulder to cry on, Mike surprises you by showing you the love and care you've been longing for over a steaming cup of hot chocolate. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: soft!dom Mike x gn!reader published: March 15 word count: 2.3k ୨୧

Roommates conflict first fic ୧⊹ ⁺˖⁺(smut, fluff) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ After weeks of tension and arguments with your roommate, you decide to spill your troubles to him. However, your plans take an unexpected turn. Suddenly, you find yourself stuck on the couch, and Mike rushes to your aid. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: soft!dom Mike x afab fem!reader. published: February 19 word count: 3.9k ୨୧

Strange fascination (mini series) ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆: After noticing your absence at school during your usual pick-up time for your brother, Mike couldn't help but worry about your well-being. In an attempt to satisfy his concern and his desire to see you, he drove near your house and parked near a nearby cafe. Peering through the cafe window, he watched your every move, secretly relishing the opportunity to catch a glimpse of you. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: stalker!Mike x gn!reader. published: March 26 finished: ?

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

A Call Away (Help, i’m still hard) ୧⊹ ⁺˖ (smut) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Josh took some pills to have some fun by himself, the harness doesn’t seem to go away so, he calls his beloved partner for help. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: sub!josh x dom gn!reader published: March 12 word count: 1.6k ୨୧

New memories ୧⊹ ⁺˖ (smut, fluff) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Sleep over with your friend, Josh, turns sexual as he plays with your chest by accident in his sleep. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: josh x afab!reader published: April 18 word count: 2k ୨୧

Love Across Time ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut, fluff) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Josh, a time traveler and savior of the world, has found himself stuck in the early 2000s and has become a teacher's assistant. Despite his best efforts to keep his distance from you, the teacher he is assisting, Josh finds himself irresistibly drawn to you. leading Josh on a journey of self-discovery and romance as he tries to navigate this new timeline. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: softdom!Josh x gn teacher!reader. published: April 21 word count: 4k ୨୧

Spilled drinks ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut, fluff) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ After many failed attempts, Josh, Tiger, and Wolf decided to change their perspective and get after the co-owner of the Kronish experiment, hoping it would finally prevent the super-cure from ever happening. Unlucky for Josh, to get after the co-owner, he needed to wear an out-of-the-comfort-zone attire in an unusual bar, where you happen to be. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: sub!Josh x gn!reader. published: April 21 word count: 4k ୨୧

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

Double the fall, triple the pleasure ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ As you work your shift as a casino host Derek Danforth, the son of the co-owner, decides to begin a round of baccarat with a stranger named Billy. Somehow you end up participating in the game and emerge victorious, causing the two players to owe you financial compensation but, they end up repaying you in another way. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing:Derek x reader x Billy. published: March 22 word count: 3.6k ୨୧

On your knees ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Derek, a person of high social standing, found himself in a troubling situation when confidential information was leaked to the public, revealing his involvement in unethical acts to advance his mother's presidential campaign. In a desperate bid to salvage his reputation and divert attention from the truth, Derek agreed to enter a Pr relationship with you. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing:Derek x gn! reader published: February 25 word count: 3.2k ୨୧

Sugar Rush ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Since the day you were introduced to Derek by his friends as a dealer, he developed an intense fascination with you. Despite his attraction, Derek had never acted on his feelings until one evening when, under the influence of a "magic powder" (cough cough), you inadvertently gave him a sign of hope. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing:Derek x afab fem!reader published: March 5 word count: 3.3k ୨୧

A Kiss On the Lips ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ As you were working your usual shift as a bartender, you couldn't help but be surprised when the well-known and wealthy Derek Danforth approached you with a charming smile. Rather than being just another patron, he seemed to be intentionally flirting with you.˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing:Derek x chubby gn!reader published: April 26 word count: 3.1k ୨୧

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

Attraction is Out of Our Controller ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ As filmmakers, you and your partner have planned to shoot an adult film in rural Texas. While working on the set, one of the actors, Billy, catches your eye and begins to have a profound effect on you. His presence triggers a range of feelings and thoughts that you didn't expect, clouding your mind and stirring up a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: Billy x gn! reader published: May 24 word count: 3.8k ୨୧

Double the fall, triple the pleasure ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ As you work your shift as a casino host Derek Danforth, the son of the co-owner, decides to begin a round of baccarat with a stranger named Billy. Somehow you end up participating in the game and emerge victorious, causing the two players to owe you financial compensation but, they end up repaying you in another way. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing:Derek x reader x Billy. published: March 22 word count: 3.6k ୨୧

Intoxicating Admiration ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ With the police hot on his trail, Billy finds himself hiding out in a grungy bar, uncertain of his next move. Deciding to lay low for a while longer, he takes a seat and starts watching as your band takes the stage. Immediately, he is captivated by your presence, drawn to you in a way he can't explain. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: Billy x gn!reader published: April 6th word count: 2.7k ୨୧

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

Forgotten Bond(age)୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ At a freshman college party, you find yourself in the same room as Clapton, the person you used to torment in high school. Despite your attempts to avoid an encounter, Clapton seems to be on the hunt for you. However, instead of seeking answers or explanations for your past actions, Clapton seems to desire something else entirely. It soon becomes clear that he's hoping to explore something else. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: Clapton x gn!reader published: March 29th word count: 3.7k ୨୧

This is a really short clapton x amab reader story

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

Uncover (My Pretty Boy) ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ���━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ One night, after inviting your friends over to the house you share with your boyfriend Marv, you were shocked when they began speaking negatively about him. Feeling protective of Marv, you yelled at your friends to leave. Unfortunately, Marv witnessed the entire confrontation and began to feel insecure. Determined to address his insecurities, you quickly rushed to his side to provide comfort and reassurance, wanting to make him feel loved and valued. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: Marv x gn!reader published: May 9th word count: 1.9k ୨୧

What You Deserve ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ You and Mike shared a situationship, but despite your connection, you couldn't shake off the feeling of insecurity. Doubt crept in, leading you to believe that Mike might have feelings for another person, Vanessa. However, Vanessa noticed your insecurity and decided to clear the air. She approached you and reassured you that there was nothing between her and Mike, proving you wrong and alleviating your doubts.˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: Vanessa x gn!reader published: March 20th word count: 1.7k ୨୧