#springdandelixn updates

[springdandelixn]

PSA

I will slowly be moving my dark fics from this account to my new main one @shadeysprings. If you wish to read them, you will find them there. Thank you!

[pedroshotwifey]

Dark!Recs (Pedro Characters)

Joel Miller

Bullet For You, Darlin' by @kewwrites Ongoing Series - Raider!Joel x AFAB!Reader

Sunshine by @kewwrites Ongoing Series - Dark!Joel x AFAB!Reader

Caught by @toxicanonymity One shot - Dark!Joel Miller x fem!reader

Give an Inch, Take a Mile by @thatmrmiller One shot - Dark!Joel Miller x f!reader

Twisted Love and Cruel Love by @cool-iguana Two part series - Dark!Joel Miller x reader

Unnamed Mean!Joel Drabble by @marsswann Drabble - Dark!Joel x Crybaby!reader

Perfect, Wake, and Shopping by @notjustjavierpena One shot series - Mean Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x reader

Left in Lincoln by @toxicanonymity Series - Softdark!Joel Miller x virgin!reader

I Can Be Your Pretty Girl by @walkintotheriveranddisappear Series - Darkish!Joel Miller x fem!reader Joel is a manipulative, pushy, and pervy asshole... and I go for it every time.

Hate by @notjustjavierpena One shot - Mean!Joel Miller x f!reader

Smother by @beardedjoel Series (ongoing) - Creepy!Joel Miller x f!reader

Close Call by @toxicanonymity One shot - darkish!Joel Miller x f!reader

All I Did Was What I Had To by @corazondebeskar-reads Series (more parts tbd) - Mean!Joel Miller x f!Reader

No Soul To Sell by @atticrissfinch One shot - dark!ex-boyfriend’s dad!joel miller x fem!reader

Rebound by @springdandelixn on ao3 Short series (complete) - Dark!dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Din Djarin

Whispers in the Dark by @kewwrites Ongoing Series - Dark!Din Djarin x Reader

Memento Mori by @kewwrites Ongoing Series - Serialkiller!Din x Reader

To Touch Darkness by @djarincore one shot - Dark!Din Djarin x AFAB!Reader

Partners by @pedge-page One shot - forceful!Din Djarin x f!reader

Javier Peña

Gonna Make You Sweat by @mypoisonedvine One shot - Dark(kinda)DBF!Javier Peña x reader

Like the Girls in the Movies by @walkintotheriveranddisappear One shot - Pervy!Javi x afab!reader

Frankie Morales

On The Waterfront series by @beefrobeefcal Ongoing Series - Dark!Frankie Morales x Fem!reader

No Eres Tú (Soy Yo) by @iamasaddie One shot - Dark!Frankie Morales x f!reader

UPDATED 12/3/23

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-03-31

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Loki Odinson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Since Freshman Year by queenjosielaufeyson • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki and [you] have been crushing on each other since freshman year, [you] started dating in spring semester of their junior year [and] kept [your] relationship a secret for 4 months because Tony, [your brother] is way too over protective."

✑ Don't Make a Sound by fadingfics • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Study sessions are boring. The option is to tease your boyfriend to amuse you, but the little teasing in the library gets a lot out of hand."

✑ No Sleep by occamyoblivion • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: […]

✑ Rock Your Body by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Collage frat parties aren't really your thing... Unless, of course, Loki will be there.

✑ Stay After Class (Professor!Loki) by lady-rose-moon • 18+ •

✑ Secret Serenade￨Prt. II by springdandelixn • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "As you strum your fingers on the guitar and sing your heart out, you're unaware of how the lyrics begin to bleed into your best friend."

✑ Sunsetz by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: […]

✑ Finals by coldnique • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Mischievous Plan by psychospore • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

✑ No Time by iamnotoriginalphil • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sonnets and Kisses by springdandelixn • 〔F〕 •

✑ Thesis, the by munsons-maiden • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

See Also: Navigation || Loki Master Index

Authors: @coldnique || @fadingfics || @iamnotoriginalphil || @lady-rose-moon || @munsons-maiden || @occamyoblivion || @psychospore || @queenjosielaufeyson || @springdandelixn || @wheredafandomat ||

[joyful-enchantress]

I'm Dreaming of a Green Christmas | Loki x Fem!Reader

banner created by the amazing @springdandelixn

A/N: Hello! This is my FIRST EVER fic and I’m so excited to share it! I wrote it as part of the Winter Warmers collection that @lokisgoodgirl so graciously opened for contributions. I hope you enjoy!

Update: I wrote a companion piece to this! See how their story continues in Evergreen.

Genre: Friends to lovers, fluff, humor, suggestive thoughts, slight angst (if you squint)

Word Count: 2k

Loki Laufeyson.

The man of your dreams. Or, should you say, the god of your dreams.

Ever since he had reluctantly joined the Avengers last year, you couldn’t get him out of your head. The jet-black hair that fell in cascades, providing a brilliant contrast to the alabaster skin of his face, stretched tautly over sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. You’d idly wondered if you could indeed cut yourself on his cheekbones – and what his jaw might taste like – and you were slightly embarrassed at just how badly you wanted to find out. 

Then there were his eyes – were they emerald green? Or perhaps ocean blue? You could never quite decide. Their gorgeous color seemed to ebb and shift just as much as the crystalline tides. Regardless of their color, they always appeared to be sparkling with mischief; glinting with the thoughts of his next scheme. And Loki usually wore some kind of impish smile to complement his twinkling eyes; you swore the way his lips twisted into those cunning smirks could bring you to your knees – not that you’d be complaining about being in that position…not for him, anyway.

Sigh. Your thoughts hadn’t even wandered below his neck yet, and you were already in need of a cold shower. Was he even aware of the hold he had on you?

Sometimes, you suspected that he knew. You were fast friends after he joined the team and moved into the tower, and not long after, you began to consider him your best friend. The two of you spent countless hours together – almost every free moment you both had to spare. Your time spent with him came with inevitable physical contact - innocent brushes of fingertips as you’d both reach for the last snack, warm hugs, and intimate contact while sparring. Sometimes, even, the occasional wrestling-match-turned-tickle-fight. Each touch, no matter the context, lit your skin on fire, burning with your desire for more. The conversations you had with him were often laced with innuendo; he’d make a suggestive remark and his lips would curl into a devilish grin as he watched the blush blossom over your neck and cheeks. 

But – you told yourself – it didn’t mean anything; that’s just who he was: a relentless flirt. He’d often brag of his sexual exploits back on Asgard (which would also cause you to blush and choke on your drinks), and it was clear that Loki Laufeyson had quite the queue of women at his bedroom door, hoping for the chance to spend a night of passion with him. Perhaps there was some mild attraction, but there was no way he would ever have genuine interest in someone like you. How could he, when he was so damned perfect? And you were, well… you.

Last Christmas was his first “Midgardian Christmas” as he liked to call it. You had fond memories of showing him the traditional customs – decorating, wrapping gifts, watching Christmas movies, drinking hot chocolate, and you even got him to join in on some Christmas caroling. Your favorite memory from last year, though, was when he showed you his apartment at the Avengers tower. You had been inside before, of course, but he was so excited to show you how he decorated it himself, using what he learned after you had dragged him along with you to help decorate every other nook and cranny of the compound…

“Do you like it, darling? Did I live up to your rigorous standards?”

“Loki…” you gasped, “This is breathtaking!” 

He beamed. “Well, I did have a masterful teacher.”

There was that damned smirk again.

“You’ve given it your own… flavor, too, I see.”

“There was no other option, Y/N. Midgardian Christmas decor consists of entirely too much red for my taste,” he remarked with a cringe. “It really is quite tacky. I’ve taken a more… elegant approach.” 

“But what about holly berries? Candy canes? Poinsettias? Red ribbon, even?”

“What was that song you taught me last week? White Christmas? Well in here, darling, we have a Green Christmas, take it or leave it.”

Pulling yourself back to the present moment, you chuckled at the memory. Of course he couldn’t stand to see so much of his brother’s colors in his own quarters. Loki’s room was immaculately adorned with festive decorations, and not a speck of red could be found. The green fir tree in the corner was spectacularly embellished with glittering bulbs of the brightest emerald, silver, and gold. White lights and silver tinsel added to the sparkle, and nestled at the precipice was a beautifully ornate silver spinning wheel, a symbol of his mother, Frigga. The windows in his room were frosted, even though it hadn’t snowed that day, and when you approached them to investigate, you noticed they were not cold to the touch. Loki had frosted them himself, using his power as a Jotun, and then used his seidr to seal them so the frost would not melt, nor would the unwelcome chill seep into the cozy room. Hanging in each of the frosted windows was a green wreath, each one complete with a golden bow and a flickering candle. His usual black furniture and rich, emerald green soft furnishings throughout the room brought the entire look together. It was warm and inviting, but also strong and dark – just like him.

Here you were, daydreaming of that Green Christmas last year, and the nights you would have liked to spend in his room… in his bed.

It just wouldn’t do any more. Being best friends wasn’t enough; you needed more. Christmas was all about letting people know how much you love them, right? You resolved that you would tell Loki your true feelings for him on Christmas Eve.

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Christmas Eve arrived in the blink of an eye, and you’d never been more nervous in your life. You had rehearsed over and over again the words that you would say to him, but you feared it wouldn’t be enough. Or maybe it would be too much? Would it scare him away? Would you lose his friendship, that was so dear to you?

Stop it. You could do this.

You picked up the emerald green box adorned with a golden bow, which contained your gift for him. You had gotten him a simple and elegant tie clip, made of platinum, with a single emerald inlaid on the end. It had made you think of him right away when you saw it in the jewelry store, your mind immediately wandering to the thought of him in his all-black suit and tie combo, with that tie clip displayed proudly against his chest.

With the gift box in hand, you began your pilgrimage to his private quarters, where you had plans to do your gift exchange. As you approached the door, the flutters in your stomach increased their tempo from allegro to prestissimo; the blood pounding in your ears rose to a deafening crescendo. You audibly exhaled, trying desperately to catch your breath, and your hand trembled as it made its descent to give a shaky knock on the door. Your body was a perfect symphony of nervousness.

Loki promptly answered with his signature bright smile and twinkling eyes.

“Come in, come in, darling!” He beamed as he wrapped you in a warm embrace and placed an innocent kiss to your cheek that set your insides ablaze, “I’ve just finished up a fresh batch of hot chocolate for us to share.”

“Thank you, Loki, that sounds wonderful.” You placed his gift under the tree, next to a slightly larger one that you presumed was for you.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?”

Dammit. You had tried your best to cover your nerves, but he knew. He always knew with you.

“Yes, Loki, I promise everything is fine,” you assured him with the best smile you could muster, “but I do actually have something to talk to you about, if you wouldn’t mind sitting down.”

“Of course, darling, what is it?”

He made his way over to the sofa next to you, his brows knitting together and his oceanic orbs swirling with concern.

Here goes nothing…

“Loki, you mean so much to me; you’ve been my best friend at the compound practically since the moment you arrived. You’re my favorite person to spend time with, no matter what it is we are doing together. In fact, even when I’m not with you, I find my thoughts drifting to you, frequently during the most inopportune times. You’re often the last thing I’m thinking about when I drift off to sleep at night, and the first thing I’m thinking about when I wake up in the morning. I can’t keep pretending any more, Loki. I’ve fallen in love with you; irrevocably, maddeningly in love.”

You were avoiding eye contact, your fingers twiddling nervously with the hem of your skirt. The silence was deafening. Was he going to say something?

Just as you gathered the nerve to look up at him, you noticed that he had risen from the sofa and was walking towards the tree, with his back to you. Now you’d gone and done it; he was completely uncomfortable, avoiding you, even. You stood up from your seat on the couch, and began walking towards the door, rambling along the way.

“I - I’m so sorry, Loki. I’m sure that was uncomfortable, and maybe crossed a line and I just hope we can still be friends, but I understand that you need some space and I’ll — “

You gasped as a strong hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, preventing you from leaving and interrupting your nervous rambling.

“Y/N, just wait a minute. You didn’t open your gift yet.” His eyes gazed at you softly as he handed you the green box you had spotted earlier under the tree. 

Your small hands shook as you pulled at the ribbon and lifted the lid, revealing the most beautiful gold necklace, with a single charm hanging from the chain – a dazzling emerald, surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds. 

“Loki…” you whispered, “It’s so… it’s stunning, but it is too much!”

“Read the note, darling.”

You retrieved the small piece of paper that was placed strategically underneath the beautiful necklace, and unfolded it. You were greeted with Loki’s familiar handwriting.

Merry Christmas, Y/N. I’m so incredibly grateful that you’re in my life, and it is my highest hope that you will allow me to court you, and I offer you this necklace in my colors, as a symbol of our courtship, should you accept it. I love you, darling. xx Loki

Your eyes widened as you stared from the note back up to him. 

“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” he asked coyly, with an arrogant smirk.

You nodded furiously; it was as if you momentarily had forgotten how to speak.

With a flick of his wrist and a twirl of his elegant finger, you were wrapped in a tendril of green light and pulled across the floor, and right into his arms, closing the gap that was between you. Before you could express your surprise at his gesture, his hands found their way to either side of your head, his thumbs brushing gently against your rosy cheeks, and he tilted your head so that his lips could meet yours. The kiss was soft at first, your lips exploring each other gently for the first time. Soon, though, the desire you both were harboring became evident, and the kiss grew heated, his tongue prodding your lips, begging for entry, which you easily granted. When he finally released you, you were both panting heavily, trying to catch your breath.

“I hope that was okay?” he questioned, slight concern gracing his breathtaking features.

“Trust me, it was more than okay,” you quipped, tugging on the collar of his sweater, “Now where were we?”

Your lips joined in another passionate kiss, and your heart leapt with unbridled joy. He wanted you to wear his colors. He was yours.

Your wish for a Green Christmas came true.

[shadeysprings]

Should've

—Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Summary: You begin to regret leaving your home in the midst of your punishment.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, rough sex, angry Lee is angry. The fic is dark, proceed with caution.

A/N: Written for @cockslutpadalecki's Fifteen Sentece Challenge. And what a treat it was to write Lee again, my favorite big boi.

Your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. Enjoy! ❤️

You should have stayed at home and continued knitting the socks for Marissa’s newborn. But you didn’t; instead, you took Shirley’s shift and went to the diner, which had you talking to Danny, one of your childhood friends, when he asked you about your ma while refilling his mug with coffee. 

That’s when Lee saw you, the diner going silent when he stepped inside, his leather jacket open wide for everyone to see the gun strapped to his belt. If you stayed home, then he wouldn’t have threatened Danny and beat him in front of everyone, wouldn’t have dragged you out of the diner, humiliating you as he shoved you into his cruiser. 

If you stayed at home, you would still have a job. 

If you stayed home, you wouldn’t be crying on Lee’s bed, naked, used, and bruised, with his stomach heavy against your lower back and his hands clawing on you desperately, hungrily, your body moving along with the rocking of the bed while he fucks you mercilessly. 

“Talkin’ to that boy and showin’ everyone you a fuckin’ slut? Humiliatin’ me in front of the whole town?!” He growls, his chest pressing down on your back, pining you to the mattress while his fingers curl around your neck, choking when he tightens his grip. 

“N-no—” You whimper but the words come out garbled, your core burning brightly as his cock slams deeper into you, again and again, your pussy walls fluttering around him. “I’m sorry—”

“Sorry don’t fix nothin', sweetheart—” He snarls, his hot breath scalding your skin when he presses his face against yours. 

You gasp in relief when he pulls his hand away from your throat, lifting himself from your back. But the reprieve is only short-lived when he wraps his fingers on the back of your neck, pushing you down roughly against the bed, a silent scream leaving your lips when a sharp slap lands on your ass. 

"Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to," He groans and your body shakes in dread, knowing fully well that Lee is a man of his word. “You’d like that, don’t ya?”

You hear him laugh darkly from behind you and you can’t stop thinking that this is all your fault. Regret washes over you like a big wave, and the small voice inside your head quivers as it whispers, “You should’ve stayed at home.”

I no longer keep a tag list but if you want to be kept updated on my fics, follow my side blog @springdandelixn-archives and turn on notifications.

[michelleleewise]

Heeeeeeeey everyone!!!!!!!!!! 😁😁😁😁

It's that time again.........

Updating my everything taglist!!! If you wanna stay, or if you just found me and were like "hey, she's pretty ok" and want to be added leave me a comment even if it's just an emoji 😁 i will give it two days to make sure everyone sees this. I just don't want to tag anyone who doesn't want to be or if I suck lol

Let me know!! And thank you all for all of your love and ongoing support!!!!! 🥰💚🥰💚🥰💚

@vbecker10 @mochie85 @lokisgoodgirl @springdandelixn @kinky-faerie @xorpsbane @midnights-ramblings @simping-for-marvel @holdmytesseract @kkdvkyya @slpnbty2001 @lokixryss @vane28282 @violethaze @coldnique @aniar4wniak @nate-ate-hate @buttercupcookies-blog @brattymum96 @dukes2581 @your-taste-on-my-lips @mybabyh @blog-the-lilly @irishhappiness @sinsandguilt @filthyhiddles @lovebyloki @kikster606 @javagirl328 @misunderstoodself @highkeysimpingforloki @eleniblue @commanding-officer @athalialaufeyson @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lokiandbuckysdoll @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @jaidenhawke @silverfire475 @high-functioning-lokipath @kittiowolf210 @slytherclaw1227 @joyfullymassivewhispers @wolfsmom1 @libbybeaz @lokikissesmyforehead @goblingirlsarah @thomase1 @harlequin-hangout

[mochie85]

Taglist - Update

Hello, my beautiful friends. I wanted to take this time to thank you all for your continued love and support and I wanted to wish you guys an adventurous, love-filled year ahead. 🥳🤗

I also wanted to update my taglist. Below are the people currently on my "ALL" taglist. But since I will be writing for Bucky in the future (and maybe some other new characters) I wanted to know if you would still like to be included.

I know some of you have special "no smut. fluff only" or "no (insert here)" and I have taken note of that.

Taglist Categories: ALL LOKI only NO SMUT

Please help a girl out. LOL. If you do not respond to this post or DM me, I will take that as a sign that you no longer wish to be included in my taglist.

I will not take offense. I wish you a happy and joyous life.

Tumblr also has a notification feature that you can turn on whenever I post. I do post daily, but they're mostly thirst pic-trains of Tom. 😏

Cheers! 🥂

@alexs1200 @a-witch-with-words @athalialaufeyson @britishserpent @cakesandtom @coldnique @crimson25 @el-zef @fictive-sl0th @gigglingtigger @glitterylokislut @goldencherriess @holdmytesseract @holymultiplefandomsbatman @huntress-artemiss @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @immersed-in-mischief @kellatron55 @kikster606 @kkdvkyya @ladyofthestayingpower @lokidbadguy @lokiprompts @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @lokisgoodgirl @lokisninerealms @lokischambermaid @lokixryss @loopsisloops @lucylaufeyson3 @luvlady-writes @michelleleewise @mischief2sarawr @mukagentropy @muddyorbsblr @nopenottodayson @one-oblivious-nerd @ozymdias @peaches1958 @salempoe @sarahscribbles @sarawr-reads @silverfire475 @springdandelixn @starktowerrooftop @theaudacitytowrite @thedistractedagglomeration @thomase1 @vickie5446 @vbecker10 @wheredafandomat @xorpsbane  

[pbs-theundeadmaggot]

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ 𝖥𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒 ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

[a/n] what a weird month, or is that just me? I have so many fics to catch up on it's not even funny, also since the latest update my tumblr has been glitching so bad so that doesn't help. Anyways as always here is my love month reads, ty to all writers out there! idk how you are so talented but thank you for all your hard work <3

[please respect writers terms, I am not responsible for what kind of content you consume but please be aware that minors will be blocked if they chose to interact with 18+ content.]

more fic recommendations available here

[a/n] when do I ever post these at the end of the month? never so enjoy!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚｡˚ ⋆ -- vᥲᥣᥱᥒtιᥒᥱs sρᥱᥴιᥲᥣs -- ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

the letterbox (collection of blurbs for s.t characters!) by @upsidedownwithsteve

valentine's party (collection of blurbs for s.t. characters!) by @luveline

you were always my choice (s.h one shot!) by @sweet-villain

be mine (s.h one shot!) by @underoossss

the forever third wheels (b.b one shot!) by @witchywithwhiskey

14 days of valentines (collection of t.h character fics from various writers!) by @muddyorbsblr

my bloody valentine (e.m one shot) by @joejoequinnquinn

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚｡˚ ⋆ -- 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈��� -- ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

ruin me by @babyrunsforfanfic

I'm holding every breath for you by @schoopsahoy

can you see me? (the way I see you) by @chelseeebe

let it hurt by @sammy-is-not-smiley

drunk on you by @softharrington

you are the only thing I have by @hellfiremunsonn

I miss you, I'm sorry by @keeryshouse

fight or flight by @munsonsreputation

caramel by @stvharrngton

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚｡˚ ⋆ -- 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖬𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇 -- ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

dancing with myself by @ambrossart

boyish by @hauntlikeaghost0

saccharine by @whosjunglejim4322

secret by @porcelaindoll-exe

until I found you by @crrddcffn

roommates (new series!) by @sebuckyverse

everlong (ongoing series!) by @andvys

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚｡˚ ⋆ -- 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖫𝖺𝗎𝖿𝖾𝗒𝗌𝗈𝗇 -- ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

the selection (ongoing? series!) by @lady-rose-moon

lose me to love you (ongoing? dark!series!) by @lokisprettygirl

behind closed doors (series!) by @springdandelixn-archives

underneath the willow tree by @sarahscribbles

hostile f*cks (collection of spicy fics!) by @lokisgoodgirl

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚｡˚ ⋆ -- 𝖡𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌 -- ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

the outbreak by @stxrvel

bad boys do it well by @slyyywriting

the last first kiss by @witchywithwhiskey

arranged (ongoing series!) by @the-fallen-nightmare

forever yours, Bx by @summerofsnowflakes

mess is mine (complete series!) by @scrumptious-delusion

whatever our souls are made of by @msmarvelwrites

I like me better when I am with you by @themorningsunshine

dumb dumb by @nicestgirlonline

liar by @dameronology

do not fall in love by @bucksangel

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[loopsisloops]

1:11 pm

Hello my dears,

Disclaimer, I’m not good with words, never have been. So I’ll try and make this quick :)

Super thankful to have stumbled upon each and everyone of your blogs this year. Fanfiction has been my form of escapism this year. There were moments when just waiting for a chapter kept me motivated. Or I’d force myself to finish a task so I could read a chapter as a reward. You guys really helped me throughout the school year hahah. I appreciate how much you guys put into your writing. Your hard work does not go unnoticed. You guys dedicate so much time, love, and energy into interacting with readers, keeping your stories updated, and even going as far as writing epilogues for stories that have since been completed and still somehow manage to make those epilogues feel refreshing. Lastly, I’m just extra thankful to call some of you guys friends :)

Here’s to sharing more stories in 2023 🥂🍾

Just kidding

✨Hugs all around ✨

tagging literally everyone bc I meant what I said, I’m thankful for each and everyone of your blogs, each of you influenced my Loki journey in one way or another:

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[springlibrary]

I have a Loki fluff request with these prompts:

“Of course I waited for you”

“IM NOT LEAVING YOU BEHIND!”

“When the world does eventually end, there’ll be a little house on top of the horizon. It’ll be small and in shambles and always smell of laundry but it’ll be perfect. That’s where we’ll live- in our little house on the edge of the world”

Hi! Thank you for sending in such a request. I truly appreciate it. Though, there are just 2 things I need to point out.

This is my archives blog. I don't post my stories here rather I just use this to reblog and keep followers updated on my new releases. My main account will be @springdandelixn. And you may send in your requests there.

Lastly, I no longer take fluff requests. My interests have changed and I mostly write dark and/or explicit fics now. Fluff is a bit of a challenge for me as I need to be intensely inspired to write one.

I hope you understand. But I can recommend some fluff writers for you to pass this along to. @mochie85 @coldnique @joyful-enchantress @michelleleewise @sarahscribbles they are some of the Loki writers I know.

Thank you again and I hope you have a great day ahead!

[springdandelixn]

Blog Update

Just letting y'all know that my dark fics will be posted at @shadeysprings from now on (well, I've been doing it since last week lmao)

The only dark fic to be posted here will be Against The Tide series. Thy Will Be Done (if anyone still reads it) will completely be redone and be posted on the other blog.

Thank you for letting me confuse you guys further 😂

[springdandelixn]

Welcome Home

Thor x F!Reader

Summary: After fighting to save Asgard, Thor comes home to you.

Warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), finger fucking, somnophilia, fluff

It’s never too late to post a story for SLUTTY Saturday even when it’s already Sunday here, then it could be for SINFUL Sunday hahaha Events are taken after Ragnarok and I’d like to believe that in this AU, Asgard was saved. I do ask for your kindness for this is my first attempt at writing this hunk of a man.

I no longer keep a tag list but if you enjoy my writing and wish to be updated of new stories I release, follow my other blog @springdandelixn-archives​ and turn on notifications.

Drabble as this may be, your comments and likes are deeply appreciated. Reblogs would mean so much to me. And as always, I wish for your enjoyment. 💖

“Kitten?”

Thor slides Mjolnir, disguised as an umbrella, down his grasp and carefully lays it down beside the shoe rack by the front door. Your apartment is dark except for the single lamp cascading a dim light throughout the living room. From that alone, he knows that he would find you sleeping soundly in your room.

He slips off his hoodie and grapes it at the back of the couch, toeing off his boots after then walking towards your room. The door is ajar and he slowly takes a peek, the corners of his lips lifting into a small smile when he sees you on the bed, his cape draped across your body. 

Oh, how he’s missed you. All those times he was running around New York then Asgard and finding himself on a strange planet, he kept thinking of you. That he had to finish the mission thrown at him in order for him to go back home and be with you again. 

And he’s succeeded. And he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and hold you, hopefully, to never let go. 

Pushing the door wide, he walks in, making sure to keep quiet so as to not wake you. He stands at the side of your bed, his eyes admiring your face; lashes fanning your cheeks, parted lips as you breathe softly, how his cape accentuates the curves of your body that he can’t help but reach down and slowly pull down the fabric, revealing the treasure that awaits him underneath. 

His eyes grow wide as he sees you wearing the silk night dress he bought you. The gold shimmering against the moonlight shining through the window and he tries his best to hold himself, to not pounce on you so soon. No. He wants to relish this moment, to ease himself in before devouring you completely. 

He drops his shirt on the floor, jeans and socks following after, his hand reaching down to palm his growing erection through his boxers. He urges himself to be gentle as he goes to kneel on the mattress, not wanting to jostle the bed and belatedly wake you from your slumber. 

Leaning over he trails kisses down your arm, lips pressing down onto your knuckles before inching lower land on on your clothed pelvis. He inhales sharply when he sees your bare thighs, his hand reaching over to push the fabric up your waist and hissing through gritted teeth when he comes face to face with your panties. 

Thor doesn’t waste anymore time, feeling the waves of desire wash over him, dulling his senses, that he moves to spread your legs apart, leaning over to press his nose against your clothed cunt and inhaling deeply, relishing in your scent that he’s deeply missed. 

One kiss to your pussy turns into two, then three and he dares to push the flimsy fabric to the side exposing your heat before running the pad of his tongue flat against your folds. The unconscious moan you release is music to his ears, that he does it again before rolling the tip of his tongue against your clit, finally tasting you once again. 

“Thor—” You call out his name and he looks up, only to be surprised to see you still asleep. 

It garners a smile on his face and urges him to continue, flicking and licking the nub slowly, wrapping his lips around your clit and begins to suck it gently. His hands press down on your inner thighs, spreading them wide for him, thumbs caressing the soft flesh. 

His eyes then grow wide when he feels hands runs through his hair, shooting his eyes up and seeing you staring down at him with your sleepy orbs, sleepy hands pressing down on his head and he obliges to your silent command. He pulls you closer, pressing more of your cunt into his mouth as he sucks on your swollen bud harder, faster, eliciting moans from your lips and your fingers grabbing his hair tight.

Thor groans when you tug on his locks, pushing him further to suck more on the bud. His hands reach up to slide them underneath your silk night dress, large hands cupping your breasts, his tongue mimicking the move movement of his thumbs, rolling the tip around your clit while his thumbs twirl and pinch your stiff nipples. 

“More—” You beg and an animalistic growl leaves his throat, hands squeezing down on your tits before he pulls them away, his tongue moving to thrust it into your cunt while his thumb takes its place on your clit, pressing and flicking it fast. 

The way your hips buck against his mouth makes him shiver, his muscles tensing as he feels his cock stiffen by the second. Oh, how much he wants to fuck you now, to claim you and drive himself home but stops himself, for he wants you to come undone with only his mouth and hands, to bring you pleasure, bring you to a high before he seeks his own. 

Back and forth, he bobs his head, pushing his tongue as deep as he can into your cunt. Rubbing  against your walls possessively, tasting the essence that slowly trickles down his taste buds. Your familiar nectar filling him, encasing him in sheer bliss, better than any he’s tasted among all nine realms, that he seeks to have more, to bring you to completion and bless him with the sweetness you keep hidden within. 

He hears your breath hitch, your back arching from the bed and he pushes further down your clit, adding pressure to his thumb as he massages it, teasing it while his tongue twirls around your pussy. He hums as he wriggles his head, lapping up your pussy sloppily, the action causing you to cry out his name and from the way he feels your legs tense against his hand, he knows you’re close. 

You whine when he pulls his tongue away, but a strangled moan escapes your throat when he pushes two fingers inside of you, Thor growling when you clench around him tightly, your pussy sucking on his digits as he thrusts them fast, burying them knuckle deep and curling them when he pulls out only to thrust them back in. 

His lips claim your clit once more, sucking hard, his lips in sync with the motions of his fingers. He mumbles sweet nothings against the bud, having the vibrations of his mouth run through your body. And all at once, as he pushes his digits deep in one fluid motion, you call out his name, your walls clamping down on his fingers before feeling your essence coat them, Thor whispering your name as he spreads them apart, stretching your walls before pulling away and grinning at the way they glisten from your juices. 

Giving your clit one long and wet kiss, he pulls away and slips his fingers past his lips, sucking them clean and humming at the taste, loving how the sweetness glaze his tongue. His eyes then cast down at you, a smile on his lips when he pulls his hand away, loving how sated you look on the bed, your night dress rumpled and your eyes closed, pleasure evident on your face. 

“You cut your hair,” Those were not the words he expected but it makes him laugh. 

He leans over, nestling his clothed hips between your thighs, elbows resting on either side of you head as he presses a soft kiss against your nose. 

“It wasn’t by choice. I hope you don’t mind.” He says in a low voice, his lips pressing softly against yours before he moves to kiss your cheek then your jaw. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close and hum at the attention he’s giving you. “Never.” He sees your smile and he moves to rest his head on your shoulder, humming when he feels your hand caress the back of his head then chuckling when he feels you push down on his boxers with your feet. 

“Kitten—what are you doing?” He asks although he already knows your answer. 

“You’ve been gone for months, Thor Odinson, and I want you to fuck me til I can’t walk.” You breathe.

Your forwardness makes him boom in laughter, his hand cupping your cheek as he presses another kiss on your nose. 

“I would never deny my lady’s desires.” He intones, claiming your lips once more and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

[springdandelixn]

Dancing in the Kitchen

Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: You accidentally reveal your feelings to Steve through a song.

Warnings: nothing really—all fluff

A/N: This idea has been brewing in my head when I first heard this song (you’ll find it below) and I just had to write it. Unbeta so may be a bit sloppy but I hope it’s a goodie.

I no longer hold a tag list but if you wish to be updated with new fics I release, follow my archives blog, @springdandelixn-archives and turn on the notifications.

Drabble as this may be, your feedback would mean so much to me. Reblogs would be great too for it will help my story flourish. And as always, I hope you enjoy! 💙

It was a tough mission and he’s glad he’s home. 

The halls of the compound were dark as Steve drags himself through the halls, helmet in his hand and shoulders slumping in exhaustion. Bucky and Sam had already called it a night after stepping out of the jet, stalking to their quarters, and leaving Steve to wander. 

It was his usual routine, walking around to clear his head despite how late it would be. A peace he’s found himself indulging in just to leave the burden of the mission behind. He was happy though for the mission was indeed a success—more Hydra soldiers caught and thrown behind bars but still, the fatigue overpowered the joy. 

It was silent, just how he liked it, as he made his way to the common room. But the singular light shining in the kitchen and the soft hum of someone singing takes his attention and he stalks towards the room even further. 

And that’s when he sees you. 

Opening and closing cabinets and taking out a bowl before shoving what he spies is a bag of popcorn into the microwave. You don’t seem to notice him so he takes his time in the shadows, a smile on his lips as he admires the carefree aura that you exude. 

He’s not told anyone but Bucky of his feelings for you. How he was immediately smitten when Tony first introduced you as Maria’s replacement in overseeing their activities. He was subtle with his attraction, simply being the gentleman that everyone knew him to be. But as each day that’s turned into months and eventually a year, his infatuation grew even further that he dare even say that he’s come to love you. 

It wasn’t simply because you were beautiful—but you were just as beautiful on the inside. Being more caring than authoritative to the team. Understanding when it came to his best friend and not being forceful when it came to taxing missions. The team thought you to be soft at first, a comment he, Bucky, and Sam, never appreciated. But they’ve come to appreciate it even more especially when they realized that the way you treated them, and took care of them, was what they truly needed.

And he fell even more when you showed such sweetness towards him. When everyone, especially Tony, would make fun of him for his lack of knowledge in the present, you’d be there to defend him, being feisty and telling off Tony and oh how Steve basked in such a sight.

But what he liked, or rather loved best was your calming presence. That at times, you would sit with him and simply be there for him when he’s about to face such intense task and other times join him in his solitude walks, not talking or even asking how the mission went, but rather just enjoying the night or the day and allowing the tension within him to seep out.

You were the serenity after the storm.

“Swear the only one I want is you, and it doesn’t matter what we do,”

His eyes grow wide when you start singing, no longer humming as you moved through the counter. 

“We could fly around the world but we always end up dancing in the kitchen.”

He could feel his heart grow full, the smile on his face growing wide as he watches you dance silly in front of the stove. You take one of the spatulas from the drawers and pretended it to be a mic, your hand at your chest as you belted out the lyrics with such emotions. 

He starts walking forward, placing his helmet quietly on the low table of the common room and making his way to you. He calls your name once but it surprises him that you don’t answer, then he notices the small white bud on your ear and it makes a chuckle leave his lips, his heart feeling full by just watching your bubbly state. 

“I could spend a thousand nights right here inside this room.”

He couldn’t help but agree with the lyrics you sing. That as long as he’s with you, nothing would truly matter and everything would be alright in this gruesome world.

“Tell me, Stevie, if you feel the same way that I do.  Ohh~ swear the only one I want is you.”

Did he hear correctly? Did you mix his name into the song? He blinks his eyes and stands frozen, jaw going slack as he continues to watch you move about the kitchen. 

So many questions flit through his head all at once that he could feel his heart beating hard against his chest. His fingers flex as he asks the same question you unknowingly asked him: Do you feel the same way that I do?

He feels a sudden jolt of courage run through his bones and he finds himself moving, walking towards you. He must know, he must take this chance, for if he doesn’t, if he misses this window of opportunity, he isn’t sure when it will show itself again and he wouldn’t forgive himself if it reached another year or before he gets his answer. 

Crossing the counter, he stands before you, hands taking hold of your hips when you accidentally bump against his chest. Your eyes are wide when you turn but they soften almost immediately when you see him, a sweet smile on your face. 

“Stevie, you scare—”

But your words never make it past your lips as he cups your face and leans down to press his lips against yours. And oh how it was just as he imagined, soft and innocent, sweet and pure and he wills himself to hold back, to move his lips gently and treasure each moment that he’s taking. A smile forms on his lips when he feels you kiss him back, your arms wrapping around his neck and he takes it as a sign to pull you close, to hold you flush against him that he never wants to let go. 

You both eventually part for air but Steve keeps his hold around you, his forehead pressing against yours as he inhales deeply, his nose kissed by your sweet scent and popcorn. 

“What were you listening to?” He asks softly, not wanting to break the bubble that’s formed around the both of you. 

You giggle at his question but don’t respond, instead, pulling off one of your earbuds and placing it snug in his ear before taking your phone out of your pajama pocket and replaying the song. 

“City lights looking like ice underneath the stars. Beautiful but I’d rather be right here where we are.”

Steve sways you with him slowly as the music plays in his ear, taking in the melody and the lyrics. He hums softly to the tune as his hands frame your waist, holding you to him and sighing in content when you rest your cheek against his chest, your hands on his shoulders while both of you slow dance in the kitchen.

It was a tough mission but Steve’s glad he’s finally home.

[mochie85]

Links not working!!!

Hello, as many of you guys know Tumblr recently updated. Along with that update, my links started not 'linking' anymore. I had to redo my masterlist 😑.

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[springdandelixn]

Cake

Summary: Your plan to bake Loki a cake on his special day backfires.

Warnings: mature themes implied, coercion, manipulation.

Characters: Dark!Loki x Reader

A/N: Made a very quick drabble for Loki’s birthday. May be sloppy.

As always, even if this is simply a drabble, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. Happy Birthday to the one and only God of Mischief and hopefully, you guys enjoy! 💚 

“Why aren’t you dressed yet?”

It’s his birthday today and you woke up early, thinking of baking him a cake and hoping that such a gesture would please him, that he would at least give you a smile for your thoughtfulness. But such desire is tamped down when you look up at Loki from the mixing bowl and see the disappointment on his face. 

“And goodness, you look filthy.” He adds. “What are you even doing?” 

“I-I wanted to bake you cake.” You mutter, eyes cast down on the bowl with green icing.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t order one from the place I told you last night?” His voice is tight, making your spine shiver in fear as the thought that you’ve angered him runs through your mind.

You shake your head. “I-I thought y-you’d be happy if I made you o-one m-myself.” Your voice stutters, your grip on the whisk tightening. 

“You thought wrong.” Loki sneers and you visibly flinch when you see him dip a finger in the bowl, taking a small whip of the icing, looking up to watch him slip it between his lips and taste it. 

You hear him hum and it slowly ignites a flicker of hope within you but all at once his face slants, spitting the confectioner into the sink. 

“And you expect to feed my family with this—this filth?”

Tears begin brimming in your eyes and you try to hold them back as hard as you can. You won’t cry in front of him. Not again. Especially after knowing how much he enjoys seeing you suffer, and how much he basks in the grip he has on you. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumble and make to throw the icing in the bin.

A sigh of exasperation leaves his lips, and you quickly wipe away the tear that escapes before dumping the dirtied bowl in the sink. 

“You can make up for it by doing as you are told.” He bites, inhaling sharply when he grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. “I’m tired of putting up with all your nonsense. I could have chosen anyone yet I chose you. At least show me that I don’t regret such a decision.” You whimper when he pinches your chin hard, your hand reaches up to grab his wrist as you try to stop him.

“Loki—you’re hurting me,” You cry and stumble backward when he shoves you from his grasp.

“Order the cake.” He commands. “And get dressed. That green one I like.” He runs his hands down the lapels of his black suit and stares down at you, green eyes glinting with mischief. “And don’t forget; no panties. This party is going to be such a drab and I want to be able to relieve myself when I can.” He smirks before taking a step forward and pressing a light kiss against your forehead. “Am I understood?”

You swallow thickly. “Yes, sir.”

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[springdandelixn]

Playing Favorites - Part I

Professor!Vision x F!Reader

Summary: You’re failing your class and your professor is offering you a helping hand.

Warnings: flirting, age gap, forbidden relations

A/N: This is a prequel to Among the Stacks and Lunch Break. Basically how Professor Vision and his kitten started their campus romance. Victor Shade is Vision’s human name.

As always, your comments and likes are highly appreciated. Tell me what you like about this story because I do like reading them. Also, reblogs would be great for it would help share my work.

I no longer hold a tag list but if you wish to be updated with new fics I release, follow my archives blog, @springdandelixn-archives​ and turn on the notifications. 

I hope you guys enjoy! 💛

You stare at the images displayed on the laptop before you and scribble down important points in your notebook as Professor Shade discusses the lecture he did earlier that day. With the failing mark you got on your quiz last week, he’s offered to tutor you in private, opting for a more hands-on approach for you to better absorb the lessons instead of struggling in a room with other students. 

You’re on a scholarship and another failing mark would see to it that you’d lose it. And you can’t, for the scholarship was more than a means to get into a university that you cannot afford, but more of an escape from the abusive home you’ve come to know; your father’s drunken rage and strong hand along with your mother’s eyes full of regret for even bringing you into this world. 

You can’t go back. You never want to. So, you took his offer for one-on-one lectures, thinking that this would be what’s best for you.

But god, you’re terribly wrong. 

You try your best to focus on what Professor Shade is saying, trying your best in listening to his thorough explanation about the Trojan War as his smooth voice reverberates against his office walls.

But you can’t find it in you to focus, your eyes darting down at your notes and then up at him, only for it to be taken by his strong forearms, bare with his sleeves rolled up. His tie is gone as well and the top two buttons of his powder blue shirt are undone and his blond hair is slightly unruly and falling over his eyes, that’s framed with his glasses, as he repeatedly runs his fingers through them while continuing with his lesson. 

You know Professor Shade to be an attractive man. You’re not blind and neither are your classmates. How they openly gush over him when he enters the lecture hall and once hearing Miranda saying something about wanting to wake up to the sound of his voice. They would even purposely make a ruckus that would prompt Professor Shade to call their attention, the group of girls swooning at the action instead of getting flustered like how you would.

You don’t doubt that he’s got an array of admirers, students, and faculty alike. That there must be some invisible line to garner his attention that you never found yourself in. 

Until now. 

“Are you still with me?” Professor Shade comes up close and you blink away your thoughts, leaning back to look up at him. But you regret doing so almost instantly as the light of his office cascades down on him, accentuating his chiseled jaw and his stubble. 

He asks his question once more and you nod in response, looking down in embarrassment for staring. A frown then forms on your lips when you see your notes far behind the slide on the screen. You trailed off and it’s because you can’t keep your focus intact.

“Maybe it’s time for a break.” He announces and walks over to his desk, a sigh leaving your lips as you place your notebook down on the low table in front of you. “Any preference?” He asks from your side. 

“Water is fine. Thank you.” You mumble as you glance at him then look back down at your hands.

You must have looked like a complete idiot in front of him for spacing out because all that’s running through your head is how handsome he looks. He must think that he’s wasting his time staying after office hours just to teach you when you’re not even listening. 

You hear some glasses clinking at your side and you glance up to see him pour water into a blue mug and some hot water from his electric kettle in a yellow one. The rip of a paper fills your ears and you watch him dunk the tea bag in one before taking both mugs and walking back to you on the couch. 

“Was I going too fast?” He asks, giving you your water before placing his tea on the table and taking a seat beside you. An unexpected wave of disappointment washes over you when he keeps a good distance from where you’re seated. “You know you can tell me if I am. This whole arrangement is to cater to your needs.”

“I know, professor.” You mutter and take a welcome sip of your drink, the cool liquid drenching your seemingly parched throat. “I guess I just feel a bit overwhelmed about this.” You confess as the anxiety you feel over the whole ordeal finally sinks in. 

What would your classmates think if they found out that you and the history professor have this arrangement? What would they even say? You can already imagine them looking at you with judgment, could already hear the lies they would concoct between the two of you because of your inability to pass and his willingness to help. And worst of all, you don’t even want to think how it would impact him and his career if such falsity reached the faculty or the dean. 

No! You cannot put his job on the line! He may be doing such as an act of kindness but you know the world, especially the students, to be brutal. Scholarship or not, it would be unfair to him.

“I think this is wrong.” You blurt out. And the way Professor Shade looks at you, eyes laced with worry and brows knitted in concern, makes you want to retract your words. 

“Why? Is it not helping?” He asks and you can sense the sadness that surrounds him. “Are my teaching methods ineffective or would you like us to try something else?”

“I just—I’m worried.”

“About?” He prompts.

“What would the other students say if they found out you’re giving me this..this special treatment?” You question, your spunk taking you by surprise. “No offense, sir,” You clear your throat before pushing on. “But I don’t even understand why you’re wasting your time on me. I failed your test, shouldn’t you be angry or have me do some extra credit work?” You’re rambling, your anxiety level and your emotions piqued and you can’t find it in you to stop. “And if the other students see, they’ll take and say you’re playing favorites and—”

“So, what if I am?” You blink in surprise at his question, eyes wide as you look at him, your string of words gone. 

“I’m sorry. What?” You ask in disbelief.

He chuckles as he leans back against the couch. “What if I’m playing favorites? What does it matter to them?”

“I—” You’re flustered by his admission. Is he really doing such a thing? You dare not ask but are you his favorite among the lot of students in his class? You feel a shyness run up your spine that makes you fold yourself small on the couch, looking down at the mug of water clasped in your hands. “Then that’s—t-that’s unfair to them, isn’t it?” You stutter.

“How so? How is it unfair for a teacher to help a struggling student?” His question comes a little strong but you sense no hostility from him. He pushes. “What’s unfair is if I don’t give you a chance to pass my class and you don’t give me a chance to help you.” You feel the couch dip from his weight and startle when he takes the mug from you, setting it beside his. You look up at him in surprise when he wraps his fingers around your hand after. “You are on a scholarship, yes?”

You don’t know how he knows that but you nod nonetheless.

“And maintaining a certain grade will help you keep the status?”

You nod once again. 

“I want to help you keep it. To help you finish university with your scholarship intact.” He thrums, feeling your cheeks heat up when his thumb gently caresses your knuckles. “But you seem hesitant for me to do so. Why?”

You sigh. “People talk.” It’s all you can say because it’s simply the truth. 

No one ever wants to be found in the center of a scandal. It was already proven to be something dreadful after that one girl freshman got into one with the engineering professor.  

“You’re worried people would gossip?”

Another nod.

He hums at your response and you look down once more at your joined hands. You notice how big his is, how it almost swallows yours whole.  But most of all, you somehow feel a sense of safety in his hold, in his presence overall. That your thoughts and worries seem frivolous when he’s around. 

But you shake your head. That’s the crush talking. The crush pushing you towards him and making you decide to keep the arrangement. To not think of the ‘what ifs’ and ‘buts’, instead having you relish on the fact that he’s given you his time and effort to see that you’re taken cared of, that your education doesn’t perish.  

“If the arrangement makes you uncomfortable,” he starts. “We can try different methods. Video calls perhaps? Or meet at the library?” He suggests. “That would be more public and there are study rooms that would give us enough privacy.”

He still wants to pull through even after you’ve given him several good reasons why he shouldn’t. He doesn’t look dumb, far from it. He doesn’t even seem to be that dense to not know how university students function; how barbaric they can get and easily turn anything innocent into something malicious.

Curiosity takes the better of you so you ask, “Why are you doing this, sir?”

“You’re one of my best students,” He admits without hesitation, almost with glee, and you feel the blush creep up your neck, bleeding to your cheeks. “You’re punctual and attentive, not like the others who intentionally cause a ruckus for attention.” He praises. “And, if I’m being quite honest, that’s a breath of fresh air. You, darling, are a breath of fresh air.”

Darling? A pet name? You dare not think it but is he flirting with you? You’ve never once heard him call any other student by that name. 

You avoid his gaze and pull your hand free from his hold, yet you already miss the warmth of it, opting to twiddle your fingers against your lap if only to distract you from his flowery words. 

“What I mean is—” he clears his throat. “You deserve to pass my class. My best student does.”

-

You pack your things and wait by Professor Shade’s door, watching him stow away his things into his messenger bag and take his jacket that hangs at the back of his office chair. His eyes meet yours when he stands in front of you, a smile on his face before he opens the door and gestures you leave first, turning off the lights of his office and following suit, locking the door. 

The corridor of his floor is dark except for the light at the end of the hall, making the building look somewhat eerie despite its modern architecture and decor. 

“Would you like a ride to your dorm?” He asks, breaking the silence between you as you head to the elevators. “I’ve kept you quite a while and I’d want to be sure you make it back safe.”

“It’s only a short walk from here, Professor.” You smile at his kindness. “Thank you though.”

“Alright. You’ll also tell me what method would work for you best?” Another question and the elevator doors part, Professor Shade holding the doors back as you take a step inside. “The video call or the library?” He clarifies. 

“I will.” You agree. “But so far, the library seems like the better option. I have a roommate and she can be quite a nuisance,” You don’t tell him that she likes to bring random boys into your dorm and can hear them through the thin walls. “I might not be able to focus on our lessons.”

“Very well.” The lift descends after he presses the button for the lobby and you end up staring at his reflection through the metal barrier. “I can book one of the study rooms in advance though would the same time still be feasible for you?”

“Mhmm, though I wouldn’t want to take too much of your time, professor.”

“Nonsense.” He chuckles. “I have nowhere else to be nor anyone to go home to.” 

The ding of the elevator signals your arrival and you step outside, Professor Shade catching up with your stride before going ahead, his swiftness taking you by surprise when he opens the door for you. 

“You’ll message me when you’ve decided?” He asks again as you both stand in front of the building, wrapping your arms around yourself to shield yourself from the chill. And for a moment, you feel a bit disoriented by his question. He chuckles, probably from seeing your confusion. “About the meeting place. The library or my office again?”

“Oh right.” You give an awkward smile. “I will.” 

“You have my number, right?” You nod. “And my email?” Another nod. “Perfect. I’ll see you next week then, or around campus.” He says as he takes a step closer, your body shivering when the evening wind blows. 

He seems to notice your discomfort. He puts down his bag on the concrete steps and to your surprise, drapes his coat over your shoulders. Your face is hot and you look down at your feet to avoid his eyes as his hands tug gently on the lapels of the jacket, pulling it snug around you. 

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride to your dorm, darling? It’s really no trouble.” 

You shake your head fast, knowing all too well that your face has already turned red from the pet name and his actions. Not trusting that you won’t make a fool out of yourself when you dare meet his eyes. 

“I’m fine. Really.” You mumble and blink when his thumb and forefinger pinch your chin, tipping your head up to face him. 

“Very well.” His voice is soft and you feel yourself being hypnotized by the way his eyes stare at you, how the glow of the moon makes his sapphires shine. “But let me tell you a secret before we part ways.”

“W-what is i-it?” You stammer. 

He takes a deep breath and releases your chin, his hands taking hold of the coat once more. “I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. All this tutoring and whatnot.” 

You can feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest as he inches closer, feeling the tips of his shoes brush against yours.

“What do you m-mean?”

“I’m only doing this for you.” He breathes. “Just you.”