there is a lot of loki in this one

Just a Reminder that Loki is Canon Genderfluid

Even fucking Odin recognizes Loki’s being genderfluid:

(Yea I know; Odin’s language is rather binary, but I’ll take my victories where I can get them.)

Loki’s also canon bi btw. Well I mean they don’t quite understand the need to label themself, but yea:

Basically they are one of my faves and I’m really glad that they are more or less one of the good guys since their reincarnation, even being on the Young Avengers team! (Also their being genderfluid and bi has been more explored since becoming more a of a good guy, so it’s not the whole queer coding villains thing either!)

More Loki when femme below the cut!

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One morning on the set of Thor: Ragnarok, I watch Chris zero in on an important scene between Thor and Loki with razor-sharp focus and commitment. The scene required a lot of nuance, but he wanted to shoot it quickly, because he had to be off-set by lunchtime in order to make it to father-daughter day at school in the afternoon. That’s a Man Of The Year if ever I saw one.
—  Tom Hiddleston on Chris Hemsworth

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: Bit of fluf, a lot of smut and cursing.

Hi :) can you write Loki x Reader one -shot? She’s a new Avenger and she must watch Loki. He’s so charming and loving for her. She have her first time with him. (Heavy smut ❤) With a happy ending :) Thank you :*

A/N: Ok so I kinda changed the plot a tiny bit, because I didn’t want to make the reader have her first time. Just didn’t seem right. I am a sucker for feedback 

@orangepenguin5 @shelvesandwhelves @john-benderr@muffinz323@justcallmecinammon@sexyvixen7@that1awkwardfangirl@sammiesamness @shamvictoria11​

“So I have to take care of who now?” you asked. The instructions you were given were actually clear and you didn’t need more confirmation, but saying that the news came as a surprise was a major understatement.

“Loki, (Y/N)” Steve repeated, “Although I wouldn’t call it ‘taking care’” he pointed out and shook his head to both sides, “think of it as… Keeping an eye on him”

“Have you thought of the possibility of being mindfucked by him?” you cocked an eyebrow.

“Language, please” he huffed, “and yes, we already thought of that, but then we realized about certain powers you have” he got you. He fucking got you. Of course energy shields were more than enough to stop mind-trickery and to stop almost anything; you knew that perfectly and you hated to admit it: Steve fucking Rogers was fucking right again. “We’re all going on missions (Y/N), and we can’t leave him alone. Please?”

“A ‘please’ won’t be enough, Rogers” you rolled your eyes in exasperation and folded your arms over your chest. You were looking away, but you lost your focus one second, one fucking second, and Steve was giving you the puppy eyes. “Puppy eyes won’t work either” you looked away again, but he had won the fight, again. “You owe me a big one” you muttered in between teeth.

“Think of this as a mission of your own and you initiation ceremony” he smiled innocently, “and thank you. He’s more or less pacified now so he shouldn’t be a problem” you took a dramatic deep breath and got out of the sort of meeting room; you were not needed anymore.

You had your mind set on going to your bedroom. That was your first aim; your only one, but you found yourself walking to the sort of prison at the Avengers’ facility. You accessed the hallway that led to the set of cells, to personally meet your ward. He had been given normal clothes, a bed and an endless pile of magazines taken from Tony Stark’s collection; you’d probably be dead by now if you were given that treatment.

He was lying on the most uncomfortable-looking bed the Avengers could get, in his hands, a National Geographic magazine and stacked next to the bed, a pile of more of those magazines. You knocked the glass twice to call his attention, and the effect was immediate. He left the paper aside and walked to the glass to face you. You had heard a few times how people described Loki Laufeyson, but they were all completely wrong. The man was incredibly gorgeous and his features were perfectly sculpted by the gods –what a terrible joke that was–; he was tall, probably a head taller than you or more; his slim figure easily tricked anyone, but you’d seen him in battle. He was strong and so fucking graceful it hurt. He looked at you with disdain; as if you were no more than a rat, but you couldn’t stand small. You were the authority there and he could might as well fuck himself.

“Enjoying NatGeo?” you asked, nodding at the magazine, “Jesus, I’d rather die than to be confined to read those things until the team decides if to free my ass, huge if we’re talking here.” Loki was rather impressed at your vocabulary; he had only seen Natasha and Thor’s girlfriend, Jane, before, and they were not inclined in using such words, so he was definitely not used to women pronouncing things he had heard from the male avengers. “So yeah, thing is that I’ll be in charge of you now, so that means you’ll obey me, are we-?”

“I really don’t mean to be rude, but can you please shut up?” Loki chimed in, sighing heavily and pinching the bridge of his nose. You were taken aback by his question, and this made the second surprise in a day. You were not having it. “You are rather unbearable, and that is a lot to say considering I have Thor as my brother and he’s friends with Volstagg.” He sighed.

“Oh, poor you” you took your hand to your hear and pouted, “anyway as I was saying. I have to keep an eye on you and that’s the last thing I wanted to do as the new recruit, but here we are” you pursed your lips and shrugged opening your arms, eliciting something that looked like a smile from him, “so you be good and I’ll be even better, do you get it?”

“Yes, I do” he grinned wickedly; you knew he was trying to trick you but what he didn’t know was that you were bulletproof. He blinked in disbelief. You smiled again, feeling proud of yourself and your powers. “Enhanced?”

“Surprised?” you tried your best to keep your smile as soft as possible; he shrugged a response “so was I after I woke up from the experiments. Oh, Laufeyson… We’re gonna be good friends”

What was said as something ironic, in a matter of weeks did turn out to be actually truth. You had an undiscovered soft spot for bad guys who wanted to redeem themselves. But he was really nice if he put some effort to it, and once you relieved from his sentence to be bored to death with some books and some music, he even became nicer to the rest. Getting him to confess was one thing, and with your methods, he even gave away some names none of you had in mind. Apparently, being a demi-god opened a lot of doors in the Midgardian black market.

Steve patted your shoulder every once in a while, with his heart full of pride and joy. You were his new recruit and he always felt responsible for you, especially after all that had happened to you and how you were basically another lab-rat for the government, just as he was. You felt like he was more a friend than just your boss, so it was not weird for either of you to have heart-to-heart talks every once in a while, but regarding one topic only: Loki. He could see right through the things you didn’t want to admit.

It was foolish to deny the fact that you both had grown fonder of each other. It all began with the books and music, and you knew you were walking behind enemy lines with this, but the way he was with you now changed everything. He wasn’t just nice, he even became interested whenever your face seemed different to him, and he could even notice the changes in your voice. Each time you went to see him, he welcomed you with a wide smile. A genuine one.

“I’m glad to find you in a good mood, trickster man,” you cheered, “because I have awesome news for you”

“I’m all ears.” He smiled back at you.

“The benevolent Captain America has decided to set you free on probation.” Loki stared at you. “I made the suggestion and the team agreed with it…” The trickster cocked an eyebrow, not understanding quite well what you had just said. “This means you’ll be set free… under somebody’s watch.”

“That means that I will have a babysitter?” He asked flatly; making a great effort in not thinking of it as the cruelest mean of torture.

“Two, actually.” You shrugged. “But hey! At least one of them is me.” You smiled again, but his expression didn’t seem to change much, if anything, it got even more exasperated. “You’re being offensive right now.”

“You are most certainly not the problem.” He soothed you with a light smile; your heart skipped a beat just seeing him doing that. “It’s just that I’m guessing who my other guardian is. I’m glad to know it’s you.” He nodded once, smiling widely.

Loki decided to stay on Earth a bit longer than his brother, but he was not very welcomed at the Avengers facilities, so when you offered him to stay with you for a while, he didn’t hesitate to accept your helping hand. He was great roommate and an even better friend with benefits. Because if going to his new home, holding your hand and constantly kissing it is not a way of expressing his love for you, then I’ll be damned. I know nothing about love.

Making out with Loki had become a daily activity that you two enjoyed almost sinfully. You couldn’t agree more with the name of “God of Mischief”; it suited him perfectly. One day, as you were having your daily dose of his lips, you feel a hand that’s going a bit further than usual. You were a bit to blame, if we’re being completely honest; you were on the couch, straddling him and grinding your hips a little. You grab his wrist and place it again on your waist; he kissed down your jawline to your neck, making you throw your head back and moan softly as his lips found a place to suck in.

You tangled your fingers in his long locks of ebony hair and allowed him full access to your skin. His cold hands were a great relief for the increasing temperature of your skin. You were starting to lose control of your own mind, so you pulled away from him.

“Ok, so I have a condition if we’re gonna keep doing… whatever this is…” you managed to articulate once you were away enough from him to be able to think straight. Loki looked up at you and attentively listened to every word you said, “I want you, to promise me that you won’t try to trick me…” You bit your bottom lip.

“Since we met, I never tried it again” he assured you, cupping your face in his icy hands, “today is not the occasion to try that again”

He made you lean in again, this time gentler than before; as if he really wanted to discover inch by inch the skin of your lips. Your hands took their position on his hair again while his long fingers massaged the nap of your neck as his tongue swirled with yours. One of his hands slowly crept down your side, resting dangerously low on the small of your back and threating with going even lower.

Roaming your hands down his shoulders, you held on for dear life to him and gave him all the signals that he had the green light to do with you as he pleased. Fortunately, he was quick to get the hints, and with both hands he grabbed your ass and effortlessly stood up.

In just a matter of seconds, Loki carefully placed you on the bed you shared once in a while. It had never gone further than spooning or any other form of cuddling; you needed to be completely sure that this wasn’t just a way of getting some kind of mortal relief from him. All deities had a sex drive; it was just a matter of reading the stories about Zeus and having a room next to Thor’s to find that out; your mind was filled with those thoughts enough time for Loki to notice you were not completely into it.

“Something wrong?” He looked down at you. He supported himself with both hands on the sides of your head; concern tainted his words. “Do you want to stop?”

“I just need to know if what we’re getting into will mean something to you…” you admitted, looking away.

“(Y/N), I have never done something more real than this,” he assured you, curling his lips into a soft smile. “Do you trust me?” You nodded before you could think of a true answer, “look at me, (Y/N).” You obliged, “Let me change the question: are you willing to trust me?” you doubted for one second, and one second only, but you knew damn well what the answer was.

“I am,” you smiled faintly as your voice came out high pitched, “I really am.” A wider smile spread on the trickster’s lips and it was you who pulled him to your lips again.

His hands didn’t waste any time in sliding under your loose shirt. The day had been ridiculously hot, and if it wasn’t for your underwear, that shirt would have been the only thing you wore that day.  He found the shirt quite uncomfortable, so he gently took it off from your body; his upper clothing followed little after.

You lifted your torso to comfortably take off your bra; Loki looked at you in a bit of bewilderment. His mouth was slightly open; it took him a few seconds to completely admire your figure. Your hands carelessly drew every line that his sculpted torso offered; even though his skin felt colder than yours, it only made it more refreshing. Loki crawled away from you, just to position himself in between your spread legs. He kissed his way on your leg and to your innermost thigh, tugging his teeth on your skin.

He pulled your panties to the side, revealing your already wet folds. He took no time teasing you; instead, he went straight to lock his lips against your bud and sucked on it; eliciting loud sounds from you. His fingers joined the party little after. He teased your entrance enough to easily slide a digit in you; not like you needed much stimulation; rocking your hips on him did quite the job. His fingers were not as thick as they were long; he could reach places you thought dormant, and saying you enjoyed it was a major understatement.

For a while, he kept you on the verge of coming undone; your loudness and lose tongue when it came to profanities amazed him to the point that he thought of tricking you to make you think you were never going to come, but he made the promise of being true to you. You pulled the covers in an attempt of grasping something real, but you released them and grabbed them again because you couldn’t think straight anymore. He was so good that he didn’t give you time to say you were about to come.

He unmade the button of his jeans and kicked them away. The man was a god, no fucking doubt about that. And he knew how to use what his daddy gave him. You came again under him; then on top of him and as if it wasn’t enough, he had you and all fours, shaking and pleading for more. You came that way too.

When you were too tied to carry on, you threw yourself onto the messed up covers, panting for some much needed air. Loki laid next to you, brushing away some rebel locks of hair away from your face. He looked at you with an inerasable smile taking over his expression.

“What?” you asked, “do I have something?”

“I love you, (Y/N),” he admitted, reaching out his hand to hold yours, “I really, really do”

about ao3 & ships

okay, time to get real here. i know a lot of people have been on an archive of our own before, i know a lot of people write and post to an archive of our own, so i know it’s not a matter of nobody knowing what i’m talking about. i’m going to introduce to you a novel concept tho

ship tag etiquette

1. don’t tag in your secondary and minor ships. if your main ship in the fic is loki x hawkeye, awesome; tag that, and anyone looking for loki x hawkeye will basically know your fic is the place to go. if your main ship in the fic is loki x hawkeye, but you also tag the 4 other ships you mention in like one sentence out of the 50k fic you just wrote, then there are going to be a lot of people out there coming to your fic thinking oh hey, at last a thor x sif fanfic sign me up only to find out fast they’re wrong.

2. don’t tag in your secondary and minor ships. it doesn’t matter if you dedicate those motherfucking sideships one paragraph out of 53, that’s like promising starving fic readers a treat and giving them a fucking pea. one pea. just one. maybe they are looking for fics with the actual ship whose tag they’re searching in, rather than: 

  • fics where their ship is used as a stepping stone to get to the main one
  • fics where their ship is tagged in because the writer thinks one mention makes it a ‘minor ship’ (IT DOESN’T, it’s just A MENTION OF IT)
  • fics where their ship is only tacked on to keep those characters busy and the main character of your fic only thinks about that ship in passing twice
  • fics where their ship is brought apart, by death or break up or infidelity, in any part of the fic just for the sake of the main ship to happen.

3. don’t tag in your secondary and minor ships. it’s just fucking rude. if i wanna get my rocks off reading superhot natasha romanoff x lady sif porn, do you know what i can find by going to their ship tag? DISAPPOINTMENT. because rather than learning that there are three/four fics focusing on their spacewives sex life, i have to sift through the mILLIONTY ONE HUNDRED fics already there, who center around loki. if i wanted to read about loki I’D JUST OPEN THE GODDAMN MCU TAG, IT’S ALL PEOPLE EVER WRITE ABOUT ANYWAY. 

4. don’t tag in your secondary and minor ships. i don’t care if you’ve done it once or twice, i don’t care if you think it’s necessary. it’s not. if you think it’s necessary, you know what you could do? add a note at the beginning. a OH BY THE WAY GUYS THISFIC WILL ALSO INCLUDE SOME SIDE SHIPS SUCH AS […] or you can let the readers figure it out. 

5. don’t tag in your secondary and minor ships. because those of us who go into those tags looking for fics about them where they’re appreciated and portrayed well and are the main focus will be left facing the origin of our supervillain story. every. single. day. 

6. if you’ve tagged in secondary and your minor ships: do us all and yourself a favour and go delete them. do it now. edit them now. you’ll be thanked, and most importantly, you’ll be appreciated twice: once by you readers, once by the people who don’t have to get annoyed anymore at seeing fics promising them an apple and giving them a fucking pea

Tagging for New Fic: “Marvel Galleries.”

Originally posted by fyeahgranhotelandvelvet

Hey, y’all! Kay, @romanovoff, and I are collaborating for a new fic that we will be writing and updating once a week. We are very excited for this project!

It will be based on a Spanish series called: “Velvet.” We have arranged for almost all the MCU characters to make an appearance throughout the course of the fic, but the main pairing will be Bucky x Reader

Although there will also be Bucky x Wanda; Pietro x Natasha; Pietro x Fem!Loki; and various other pairings that I don’t really want to reveal because they will spoil the story. 

I am just warning for those that will be mostly prominent across the series apart from Bucky x Reader. 

The fic’s summary is basically the same as the series:  The love story between Bucky Barnes, heir of Marvel Galleries, one of the most prestigious fashion stores in the 1950s, and Y/N, who works as a seamstress there. 

The story will have lots of drama, affairs, drinking, smoking, and every thing that a soap opera has to offer. 

If you would still like to be tagged after reading all of this, please REPLY to this text post. Don’t send any messages or asks. Just reply to this post because I will be referring back to it as I do the tag list.

The tag list will be closed by 8pm EST (NYC Time) tonight. Thank you!






House Full Of Girls.

Titled: ‘House Of Full Girls.’ 

Pairing: Dean x reader 

Warnings: Fluff, daddy!dean feels a little angst language the usual. 

Word Count: 2,319 

A/N: This was a request from @ellen-reincarnated1967 from my dialogue prompt list so I hope this was what you were looking for and thank you so much for requesting! I got a little carried away. Okay maybe a lot carried away with this fic. 

Tagging:  @sincerelysaraahh @ilostmyshoe-79 @abaddonwithyall @mausoleumdean @winchesterwhisper @waywardsons-imagines @winchester-writes @winchesterfics @winchesterenthusiast @winchester-clique @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @soaringeag1e @nichelle-my-belle @spnfeelstrain @msimpala67 @ivvitm1109 @mkay-chan @the-mrs-deanwinchester @waywardsons-imagines @one-shots-supernatural @mysupernaturalfics @castielohcastiel @supernatural-jackles @bringmesomepie56 @youwerelikeadream @mysteriouslyme81 @mizzezm @zombi3gyrl07 @beatlesobsessionlove @wanderer-08 @madelineannmolder @feelmyroarrrr @girl-next-door-writes @oh-goodness-loki @chantillilace @bkwrm523 @mysupernaturalfics @castielohcastiel @castiels-sweet-little-grace @torn-and-frayed @supernotnaturalcas @atc74 @mommaton 

There would be days where Dean would feel a little outnumbered. How could he compete when he had three girls bouncing off of the walls in the bunker. Dean had Sam, and Cas sometimes but he was one against four women, including you, his wife. Though he couldn’t say he wasn’t proud father of three pretty girls. 

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One Night Stand

Loki x Reader

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1495

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut, kissing, alcohol, parties

A/N: This was a lot of fun to write! I hope to write more Loki imagines in the future because I have the biggest crush on him! Hope you enjoyed and have a happy New Year! Love youuuu!

“Good morning, love.” A deep voice whispered in your ear, waking you almost immediately.

You looked around slowly at the room you had woke up in, it definitely wasn’t yours. Besides that, you had no idea who laid beside you. It wasn’t that you were scared to turn around, okay maybe a little bit, but it was mostly because his arms were holding your back tightly against his chest.

Sensing your slight panic the man chuckled. Wait…you knew that laugh. That laugh belonged to Loki, but it didn’t make sense. I mean sure, you always had a slight crush on him, but that didn’t mean you would hook up with him at Tony’s New Year’s Eve party!

“You’re alright, love. There is no need for you to be panicked or scared.” Loki’s warm breath up against your neck sent shivers down your spine.

“I’m not.” Your voice slightly faltered, not use to being this close to him.

“You’re whole body tensed when you woke up, I know you’re panicked. Does it calm your nerves to know that you’re not with a complete stranger in a place you’ve never been?” Loki asked, trying to make you feel comfortable with him.

“I guess that’s slightly calming.” You said, without noticing your body became more relaxed in Loki’s arms.

“Would you like to have some breakfast?” Loki asked, wishing that he hadn’t asked that. All he wanted to do was just lay here with you in his arms. Maybe he shouldn’t have woken you.

“That would be awesome. Would you mind filling me in on what happened last night? I have no idea how I got here.” You blushed as you imagination began to play out multiple different scenarios on how you somehow ended up in Loki’s bed with all your clothes scattered across the room.

“You really don’t remember?” You could feel Loki stiffen up against you.

“No I don’t…” You trailed off feeling slightly bad for forgetting.

“Well, I’ll fill you in while I make some pancakes.” Loki said, his arms unwrapping from you waist.

You would never admit it, but when he got up from the bed you missed his warmth and his tight grip on you. Sitting up in the bed, you watched Loki pull a baggy sweatshirt over his bare chest. This was a sight you never wanted to forget. Rummaging through the closet, Loki turned and chucked something to where you were sitting.

“You can wear that. I don’t think you want to change back into the clothes you wore last night.” Loki nodded towards the outfit you had worn to the New Year’s Eve party that was now on the ground. The party had been formal, so you couldn’t have been more grateful for the cozy sweatshirt and sweats he had tossed you.

“Thank you.” You said smiling at how soft the fabric of the sweatshirt was.

“Of course. I’m going to get started on those pancakes, meet me when you’re done. And just yell for me if you get lost.” Loki walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Quickly pulling on the clothes he had given you, you tried your hardest to remember anything from the night before. All you could remember was arriving to the party and joking around with the Avengers. After that, you drew a complete blank. You hadn’t even had that much to drink last night! Shaking off your jumbled thoughts, you opened the door and headed down a hallway you had never seen.

Loki had been living in Avenger’s Tower for a couple of months now. Thor wanted to keep a close eye on him and the constant mischief he was causing. The Avengers didn’t like this very much and decided to make him his own kitchen and living room. This way they didn’t have to seem him too often and everyone stayed happy.

Following the sound of music and a light humming, you found the kitchen easily. Loki stood in front of the stove humming and lightly singing along to the music as he flipped the pancakes. You leaned against the wall, smiling as you watched him sway to the music.

“Are you going to come and sit down or continue to admire me from the doorway?” Loki asked, smirking as he put a couple of pancakes on a plate.

“How did you know?” You asked, a blush rushing to your cheeks.

“I could hear you walking down the hallway and could feel your eyes on me when you came in.” Loki put the pancakes on the table, the smirk still present on his face. “Am I as attractive cooking as I was when you watched me get dressed this morning?”

“Oh my god…” You groaned, the embarrassment creating a pit in your stomach.

“Don’t feel bad love, most women can’t resist looking at me either. I’m just glad that you enjoyed it.” Loki handed you the syrup for the pancakes and watched you in amusement.

“Can you just tell me what happened last night?” You asked, trying to hide how flustered you were.

“You sure you’re ready for it? It’s quite a story.” Loki warned.

“Just tell me.” You said, taking a huge bite of the pancakes.

“The Avengers had decided to play a drinking game. Someone would choose a question and we’d all drink a shot before answering. It was incredibly fun, at least for those of us that can handle more than three shots without being completely hammered.” Loki paused, giving you a pointed look.

“That reminds me, how do I not have a crazy hangover right now?” You asked, realizing that usually when you are really drunk you have a terrible hangover the next day.

“I have magic, remember?” Loki grinned, winking at you. “Anyway to the story…”

The question game had been going on for four rounds and you were already completely drunk. It was a hilarious sight for everyone to see, yet a terrifying one at the same time.

“Who in this room, would you want to fuck?” Sam giggled, he was also not handling the alcohol very well.

“I’d fuck Loki, anytime, any day.” You grinned looking towards where Loki sat in shock.

“Loki? (Y/N), you do understand that I’m sitting here, right?” Tony laughed, nudging you with his elbow.

“No, I’ve had a crush on Loki since the first day he walked into this tower. I mean, look at him! Tall, handsome, kinda mysterious and dark. But he’s also kind and caring. He’s just really perfect!” You exclaimed, never taking your eyes off of a smirking Loki.

“You have had too much to drink kid.” Steve laughed patting your head.

“Would you want to fuck me Loki?” You asked, giving him a coy smile.

“Like you said, anytime, any day.” Loki said, trying to not show that he was slightly freaking out inside.

“Then do it.” You smirked, leaning back in your chair.

“What?” Clint asked, choking on his beer.

“Come on Loki, it’s past midnight and most people have gone home to have sex. You said anytime, any day. Let’s go!” You stood up, grabbing your coat and beginning to walk out of the room.

“I’m never one to argue to a good thing.” Loki chuckled, following you out of the room.

“She’s going to regret that in the morning.” Tony laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, banging your head on the table.

“Who knew you were so flirty and blunt when you’re drunk?” Loki said, the cockiness obvious in his voice.

“Can you forget everything I said last night?” You asked, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t believe I can. It’s amazing that the person I’ve liked since I saw them, likes me back! They even admitted in front of the Avengers. I never want to forget that.” Loki’s smirk faded into a smile.

“You like me? Is this a joke to you?” You asked bringing your head off the table.

“I don’t think I could lie to you, love.” Loki cupped your face in his hands. “I never would lie to you, you’re too precious to me.”

“Will you kiss me?” You asked, looking down at his lips that kept inching towards yours.

“I can do more than that, love.” Loki smirked, kissing you roughly and deeply. Unfortunately, this didn’t last long.

“OH GOD!” Tony screamed as the elevator opened.

“Hi Tony.” You smiled, pulling away from Loki’s kiss to smile at him.

“I came to rescue you, but I see that isn’t needed…” Tony said, the elevators beginning to close again. “OH AND USE PROTECTION PLEASE!”

“Where were we?” Loki smirked, turning back to where you still sat.

You giggled, pulling him closer for another kiss. It was a new year and you were already having one of your dreams become a reality. You couldn’t wait to see what else would come your way in this new year with Loki.

I saw a post saying Loki is the villain playing the victim.
Loki is the villain playing the victim.
Loki is the villain PLAYING THE VICTIM.
Loki who after trying to commit suicide because he felt unloved and unwanted,who had been brain washed to hate his kind only then to find he is one of them.Loki whose own father told him he should have died as a baby because he didn’t fill the purpose he brought him to do so.Loki who was threatened to be tortured and feel eternal pain if he didn’t succeed in his task.Loki who struggled not to cry but eventually did when Thor told him he can stop this,because he knew what would happen to him if he failed.Loki who has only cried once in front of another person.
He may has done a lot of things but trying earn pitty from others was never one of these things.

How to train your god

(Loki x Reader)

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk

“What do you want?” Loki asks, without looking up. He had better things to do than make small talk with every intruder that bugged him. This room almost felt like a train station. People constantly showing up to get on his nerves. Captain righteous and some of the other avengers had been here before, what did one more matter now.  

“Not even going to introduce yourself? How rude.”  

“You obviously already know who I am, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Tell me what you want and leave, I’m tired of people coming here.”  

“You make a lot of people nervous, it’s no wonder they want to make sure you’re not…up to something.” His eyes move up, finally locking with yours, “Is that what they call it now?” A smirk plays along his lips as he stands up, moving around you to take a better look, “Do I make you nervous.”  

“No.” It’s a lie but you can’t show any weaknesses in front of him, it would only make your job harder.  

“I wonder if that’s true.” He pushes, stalking around you in circles to unnerve you.  

He had a talent for that, you had to admit but if you’d be scared so easily he hadn’t send you here in the first place.  

“I was send here to look after you.”  

“By who?” Letting out a chuckle, he stops in front of you, furrowing his eyebrows. There was no one who even had the authority to assign him a damn guard. He wasn’t sure yet if he should find you amusing or annoying.  

“Doctor Strange.”  

“Interesting…I appreciate the concern but I can look after myself very well.”

“That isn’t up to you.”  

“Oh you’re wrong about that dear.” With a move of his hand, you’re left standing with an illusion in front of you while Loki vanishes all in the blink of an eye. He was good. If you weren’t trained in magic that well you’d never have noticed it but you did.  

Your energy ball hits him right in the back, breaking his with ease. Stabbing people in the back wasn’t the honourable thing to do but you never had a problem with that. Sometimes it was a necessity. If you want to beat a trickster you got to have some neat tricks up your sleeve as well.  

“That wasn’t too bad.” He tells you followed by a unamused laugh, “What’s your name?”  


“Well Athena…the pleasure was…questionable, anyway I’ll have to leave now.”

Bright light blinds you and before you can even react he’s gone, leaving you standing in the empty room.  

“Should have guessed it wouldn’t be that easy.” You sigh, shaking your head annoyed, “Looks like I have a god to catch…”


Glad to be here 

Loki x reader

Anon: Hey! For an earth-loki imagine could you do one where Loki comes back to the reader all injured and stuff and she welcomes him into his home but it’s revealed that he’s ran away from something and is maybe only using her as a getaway???? Could he be an old friend of hers, where he previously has done this before too? Also could the reader be like kinda in love with him where she’s angr but just hapy that he’s back? I know it’s a lot but thank you <333333

A/n: tell me what you think, I’m not too happy with the quality of this fic

Words: 700

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Love Runs Out.

Pairing: Dean x reader

A/N: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Anti-Valentine Challenge. Such a clever idea! I hope this kills you inside. This gif is from season five so that is where this story takes place from. 

Cast: Dean, Y/N, Sam, Bobby, and Cas. 

Word Count: 1,429 

Warnings: A whole lot of angst, ANGST, did I mention angst? abusive!dean, Dean is a major pain in the balls in this story. 

Titled: ‘Love Runs Out.’ 

Tagging: @sis-tafics @mysteriouslyme81 @winchesters-favorite-girl@daughters-and-winsisters @spnsisimagines @winchester-writes @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @sincerelysaraahh @ilostmyshoe-79 @abaddonwithyall@winchesterwhisper @waywardsons-imagines @winchester-writes@winchesterfics @winchesterenthusiast @winchester-clique @soaringeag1e@spnfeelstrain @msimpala67 @ivvitm1109 @mkay-chan@the-mrs-deanwinchester  @one-shots-supernatural @mysupernaturalfics@supernatural-jackles @bringmesomepie56@youwerelikeadream@mysteriouslyme81 @zombi3gyrl07@beatlesobsessionlove @wanderer-08@madelineannmolder @feelmyroarrrr@girl-next-door-writes @oh-goodness-loki @chantillilace @mysupernaturalfics @castiels-sweet-little-grace @supernotnaturalcas @atc74 @mommaton@ilostmyshoe-79 @my–heroine@curliesallovertheplace @blacktithe7@pureawesomeness001 @little-red-83@deansbaekaz2y5 @ellen-reincarnated1967 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @tardis-full-of-fallen-angels@therewillbeblood @meeshw777

Dean and You weren’t on the same page. Hell, you weren’t even speaking to each other. You were still so mad at him. Dean didn’t understand what he did was stupid, he saved your life for Chuck’s sake. He wasn’t just going to let you die. You were okay with dying. You wouldn’t be hunting if you didn’t accept in your heart that may you die whenever you step out the door. 

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Tension Relief

Summary: After a Winchester had messed up Ketch’s hunt, he felt the need to release some tension. 

Words: 1473

Pairing: Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight bondage, hair pulling, breath play, lots of teasing, dirty talk, rough sex

A/N: gotta thank @lokis-quinn for giving me the inspiration for this… such a tease. Thanks to @holywaterbucketchallenge for reading over this for me!

Remember to write yourself down on my taglist or sent me an ask if you want to be tagged in future BMOL stuff!

You heard the heavy footsteps in the hallway and knew he was coming. Arthur had sent you a message before, telling you a hunt didn’t go as he wanted. The Winchester guy he had been trying to recruit messed up his way of hunting and now he was mad and needed to release some tension.

And you were his tension release. Now, don’t get this wrong. You loved it. You loved it every time. It was always something different and certainly never boring.

You were just sitting on his bed in nothing more but your panties as the door swung open and slammed shut again. When you looked up at him you saw nothing but stuffed up tension and anger as he took off his tie and walked over to you.

“Turn around and have your hands behind your back,” Ketch ordered and you happily obliged before he tied your hands together tightly.

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I love Enneagram 3s


  • you never have to look for them
  • and if they are nowhere to be seen, pull out a selfie stick and they´ll come running 
  • they like attention in a good way?? they just deserve it
  • because they are kind (3w2)
  • or very gifted (3w4)
  • I don´t think they are annoying. They bring the action and it doesn´t get boring
  • New impulses! All! The! Time!
  • I really want to steal their hugs 
  • Sunshine babies
  • So much mischief!! I like that
  • I always liked Loki (3w4) more than Thor (8w7). Thor rhymes with bore
  • “Life is super dull and sad, why not make it exciting, I´ll dance for you, look!!” - This is a cool attitude. They dance effortlessly btw
  • sass!
  • Extraverted 3s smile and laugh so much >3< The introverted ones beam cutely as well. What goes around, comes around - I could smile back until the end of time
  • everyone likes them?? They have an army of fans. You know that there is a lot of sacrifice behind their reputation
  • care about self-image to the point that it hurts them and conceils their real feelings. The fact that they try hard shows that they care :/ But they lose themselves, they forget what they truly want. All these voices in their heads make them forget their own. They deserve a second chance every time - please show us what you truly want to express. Only then are you the happy 3 we want to see. Scratch that, the happy 3 /you/ want to see. 
  • They have a lot to give; they take expectations and duty almost too seriously
  • Their lifestyle is really one of a kind. They´re everywhere
  • I think that they have been told to achieve things from early on. Hence, they have tons of will power and energy 
  • Tough Cookies
  • I could watch them all day
  • Their mannerisms (so charming)
  • The way they talk 
  • and gesture
  • 4w3s are basically incarnations of Shakespeare´s plays
  • Enneagram 3s are the cutest, I find it impossible to hate them - that´s a miracle because I´m an enneagram 5 and us fives declaredly hate everyone
  • These people just don´t give up even if they are dead inside
  • Show must go on! They want to be perfect. 
  • I´d come to their worst performance and still clap because they always amazle me (I invented this verb just for them) 
  • Very admirable ambition and stamina. 
  • Behind the facade is a small, anxious person with an umbrella to protect themselves from all the bad in the world that keeps pouring down on them. They are afraid because every raindrop seems to murmur “You´re not good enough”
  • But threes are amazing without trying. They don´t have to prove anything. 
  • Really.
  • They need to know that
You Are Worthy

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Loki x Underweight Reader

Warning: Mentions insecurities etc. 

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon:  (½) I’ve recently found this blog and I’m speechless… You’re such a good human, the world needs more people like you to be better place, I’m serious, I don’t recall if I’ve ever saw an imagine blog where somebody’d be treating insecure skinny people seriously. Personally I’ve witnessed a lot of skinny-shaming on my own, have been called names and constantly reminded that in case of being attractive to anyone, I’d have to become more curvy and reading your requests, like the one with Natasha (2/2) or Bruce made me feel better, believe that I can feel valid even with my body type, that I’m not a taboo or a trigger… If it won’t be a trouble, could I request something too? A Loki x skinny!human!Reader scenario where she feels not enough to be such a powerful god’s partner and doesn’t think that he truly loves her and her body? Thank you so much for that and for being so wise and kind person, you’re amazing.

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Everybody* Loves Baldur

We are going to take a DETOUR from Arthurian mythos and Robin “Psychopath In The” Hood stories to explore the bizarre and extravagant lands of Old Norse mythos. Now, I know I say this about lots of different mythos, but, boy oh boy, Norse mythos, wild stuff, you’ll see. Today, we’ll talk about the supposed owner of a gate a lot of people who like classic Western RPGs are familiar with: Baldur.

Now, before even getting into Old Norse mythos, you need to understand something: No one is fully sure what Old Norse mythos is. A lot of scholars are not sure what the hell some characters are supposed to even be, but at least, unlike Irish mythos, we have mostly accurate ways to pronounce their names, so at least we can refer to them by name properly while we wonder what the fuck is going on instead of being stuck at “Dfk… Dufil… Dukfil… THAT DUDE went and asked Medb something”. But the thing is, Norse mythos is mostly preserved in its general gist, since a lot of the writings dealing with the itty gritty details are often damaged so there’s lotsa personal conjecture. 

BUT TODAY YOU MUSTN’T WORRY ABOUT ANY OF THAT BECAUSE BALDUR’S STORY IS ONE OF THEM WELL PRESERVED ONES, HAHA, PSYCHE, I BET I HAD YER KNICKERS IN A TWISTER. Aaalright, so, Baldur, Baldur’s the god of Light, or maybe Love, possibly Peace, no one is sure because he is never explicitly mentioned as being a “god of this thing”, but it’s mostly assumed he is the God of Light because of something I’ll mention later, and the thing with Baldur is that EVERYONE loves him. Baldur’s super hot and super nice, and he knows it, but he isn’t stuck up about it, he’s honestly the ideal person, Norse people back then would often beg for Baldur’s blessings on their newborn babies so they would be hot and cool like him. Practically everyone likes Baldur. Hell, it gets to such a point that, in another story not entirely relevant to today’s, the giantess Skadi, who is the first recorded person in history and lore to have a raging foot fetish, saw these GORGEOUS toes and immediately assumed “THOSE GOTTA BE BALDUR’S, ONLY BALDUR CAN HAVE FEET THIS GOD DAMN BEAUTIFUL, I AM GONNA SUCK THOSE TOES” and asked for marriage immediately, except, the feet weren’t Baldur’s, they were Njord’s (another god), and Skadi was like “aw fuck” and they got married because Njord happened to be a macrophile and liked his women big, but as with all marriages shotgunned into place by fetishes and a lack of contact, they ended up divorcing. BUT THAT is another story (and a good one, Skadi’s a fun lady). The point is, Baldur is so widely god damn loved that shit like this apparently happened a couple of times. You know you are a Pussy Destroyer when someone gets Schrodinger’s Married because it could possibly be you.

So Baldur was basically living the life, being nice, hot, and beloved, when one day, he starts having bad dreams. In these dreams, Baldur dies. Now, this is the part where you say “uh ok”, and this is the part where I explain “DREAMS WERE ALWAYS PROPHETIC IN NORSE MYTHOS” and now you say “oh”. So yeah, Baldur was going to die. Which made zero sense, because he is a god, and thus, biologically immortal (as in, [Shirou voice] only dies if he’s killed, won’t die of old age), so if he was going to die, it meant that someone was plotting to kill him. So Baldur goes to his daddy, Odin, and he’s crying and holding onto his blanket so Odin gets worried, as any father does, and asks “SON, DID YOU GET A BOO BOO, WHAT IS WRONG”, and Baldur explains he’s been dreaming he’s gonna die, and Frigg (his mother, Odin’s wife, the goddess also known as Frea, not to be confused with Freya) is also really sad because she’s also been dreaming that Baldur’s gonna kick the bucket, and in Norse mythos, when TWO whole people have the same dream, that’s basically something that WILL happen. Also, it makes no sense, because everybody loves Baldur, so who the fuck would want him dead? You know what else makes no sense? That Odin seems to forget his piece of shit son Loki exists. WAU.

So, shit, alright, fuck, we gotta deal with this, pronto, and Powermom is here to help. Frigg gets on her soccer mom van and drives at full speed across the Norse world and makes everything promise that they will not harm nor kill Baldur, ever. Notice I said everyTHING and not everyONE. That’s right, fellas, Frigging Frigg talked to absolutely everything in the world and made them promise to not kill Baldur, which was actually pretty easy, because everyone was like “yeah sure man we love Baldur, why would we harm him in the first place, we just want his autograph and his babies”, because if you are hot and nice, the world is yours. So now the whole world promised to not harm Baldur under any circumstance. The whole world, except the mistletoe, because the mistletoe was too young to make promises, so Frigg didn’t make it swear anything aND YOU NO DOUBT KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING. It’s like when I tell you “So SIegfried is invulnerable EXCEPT for a leaf shaped spot on his back” or “Achilles is impervious to all damage EXCEPT in his tendon”, old literature was kinda UNCOUTH AND HEAVY on the foreshadowing, as reading mythology will often tell you.

So Baldur is now literally impervious to all forms of damage, because the world promised not to harm him. So what do you do when you are undamageable? Why, you get shit thrown at you for kicks and giggles! The god damn gods, with Baldur also into it, straight developed this hobby of having B-Boy stand in the middle of the hall while everyone threw spears and arrows and axes and rockets and chairs at him just for a laugh and watch as they all missed or failed to injury him in the slightest because, hey, promises are promises. This is the part where I tell you that Humans Have Always Been Humans, even gods, because if we have the opportunity to do something incredibly stupid like lugging javelins at a dude just to see what happens if we know it won’t hurt him, you damn right know we will. So they gods are getting shitfaced and rowdy with this whole Put The Spear On Baldur game they made up, when Loki, using his Robbie Rotten powers to disguise into an old lady, approaches Fregg, who was having a laugh watching at literally everyone throw sharp shit at her invincible son.


“Oh, you know, the world promised not to harm Baldur, see, so now we are just throwing shit at him, it’s ok”

“Everything promised not to harm him?”

“Well, yeah, everything except the mistletoe, because it’s too young to make promises, but it’ll be alright”


So Loki fucks off and goes to find a mistletoe, naturally. And this one isn’t for kissing, no sir, because Loki somehow sharpens the mistletoe and makes it into a mistlefoe, and fashions a god damn spear out of the mistlefoe because Fuck You He’s Loki And He Can Do That. Now, we all know a good trickster doesn’t get his own hands dirty, so he’s going around with his mistlefoe spear, looking for someone to Do The Deed, when he finds Hod (also known as Hodur), the blind twin brother of Baldur, crying in a corner. 

“Sup B, why you crying”

“Well, everyone is having fun throwing miscellaneous war paraphernalia at my bro and they won’t let me in ‘cause I’m blind as a bat and they are afraid I might hit someone else”

“How Unreasonable Of Them To Not Let The Blind Dude Throw Killthings! I have just the thing for you! I will lend you my spear, so go have a swing at B-Boy”


So Hod, armed with the Mistlefoe Spear, takes a running start and throws that sucker with a smile on his face, rolls a natural 20, and deals the Criticalest of fucking Hits on Baldur, landing the spear SQUARE on his heart. Why were they even AFRAID of this dude missing, the guy was clearly a marksman. Except, this was the mistletoe, so it pierced Baldur’s gorgeous, well oiled pectorals easily, stabbed his heart, and killed him dead. Oops.

Odin was like “??????” and was SO PISSED that he went, had mega sex with the giantess Rindr, gave birth to Vali as soon as they were done, and Vali grew into adulthood after a single day and then killed Hod. Do you ever get SO ANGRY that you go have sex with a giantess just to spawn a kid that immediately becomes a warrior JUST to kill a dude that pissed you off? Odin, you could’ve just HIT HIM yourself, what the fuck.

Well, anyways, so everyone was pretty sad because Cool Guy Had Bad Day and died. Messengers everywhere we doling out the news, women wept, men cried, it was a bad day. It was such a bad day that Hel, ruler of, uh, Hell, was like “aw shucks that kinda sucks?”, and as much as she liked the guy, Hel had a job to do as the rule of the underworld, but she decided to make an exception this one time, but only if the world earned it. Hel grabbed her megaphone and yelled “ALRIGHT KIDS, so I know you are all very sad Baldur’s dead and you want him back, so I am going to make a ONE TIME EXCEPTION, I will let him out of the underworld and revive, only, and ONLY, if everyone in the world cries and weeps for him”.

And everyone was like pffff no biggie, we love that dude, let’s CRY, so they did. Hel’s doing the checklist, like some sort of twisted Santa Klaus, checking who’s crying, and the list is almost full, but then she burrows her brow and drops the list. “Well, I guess Baldur is not coming back to life, that one girl didn’t cry” and everyone was like “WHAT WHO”

So Hel points at the giantess Thokk, whose name literally means “thanks”, ironically enough, and says “she ain’t crying, deal’s off” and she closes the Underworld, presumably to fangirl out to Baldur who lived there now. So everyone’s naturally like “THOKK WHAT THE FUCK” but then Freddy from Scooby Doo is like “Wait, there’s something fishy about this” and removes her face and, What Do You Know, It Was Loki In Disguise. He went and ruined EVERYTHING for EVERYONE again. And I don’t simply mean “he made sure someone everyone loved died and stayed dead”, I mean “Loki got Baldur killed and kickstarted the Ragnarok” because Baldur’s death robbed the world of light, hence why he’s assumed to be the God of Light.

So uh

Good job buddy.

Also, Loki literally had nothing to gain from this. Ragnarok’s also a really bad deal for him. He just… Did it. Because.

So the real message of the Story of Baldur is that one very dedicated asshole can and will ruin things for everyone and everything if left to his own devices.

In the issue, Hemsworth’s co-star Tom Hiddleston sums up the actor’s appeal. “One morning on the set of Thor: Ragnarok, I watched Chris zero in on an important scene between Thor and Loki with razor-sharp focus and commitment. The scene required a lot of nuance, but he wanted to shoot it quickly, because he had to be off-set by lunchtime in order to make it to father-daughter day at school in the afternoon,” he says. “That’s a Man of the Year if ever I saw one.”
—  Tom Hiddleston about Chris Hemsworth
Drabble Game Part 2

Words: 3,687

A/N: Daaaaaaaang, this one is long. There’s going to be a part 3 so hang tight.

Drabble Game: 7- Eternity (Tony Stark)

It was nights like these when you really questioned yourself. Your head was nestled on top of your knees, your arms wrapped around them tightly as soft tears fell from your face unbidden. You’d endured so much that sometimes it was so hard to keep your head up. You shut your eyes, closing the world out. Maybe if you were just a little better, a little faster, a little stronger, then maybe they’d still be there. A warm arm wrapped itself around your body, its heat bringing you hope. The steady thrum of a heartbeat behind you dragged you out of the darkness, pulling you back towards the light. Perhaps it wasn’t your fault, perhaps it was always meant to be that way. A feather of a kiss landed lightly on your cheek, another hand pulling you even closer to the fiery heat. With each caress, you were brought back; every ghost of whisper upon your skin, tugging you ever closer to redemption.

“(Y/N)…” Tony whispered lightly, his arms wrapped around you in a display of adoration.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked, your darkened thoughts turning much lighter in his presence.

“I love you.” He pressed seriously, your head falling back against his shoulder. You would gladly suffer for eternity if it meant you could have a single moment with him.

Drabble Game:  18- Love (Wade Wilson)

It all started with an unidentifiable feeling at the mention of his name. It was just a fleeting feeling of something, nothing more. But it only progressed from there. Soon your heart was singing at the smallest indication of him, your entire demeanor shifting in the presence of him. Your stomach would flutter, your lips would curve into an unwilling smile, and your entire body would gravitate towards him. You’d never felt anything like it, deeming it nothing more than just an insatiable lust. But after the two of you had proved that theory wrong again and again, you were truly stumped. You worried whenever he was away, and craved his affection whenever he was near. It wasn’t just a physical crave either, you wanted to hear him call you his, wanted to see his eyes look warmly at you. And whenever you fought, you felt broken. Your entire world shattered with each frustrated yell, each painful insult. Finally, you’d had enough pondering what was and what wasn’t. You pulled back from Wade’s lips, looking at him seriously.

“What are we?” You deadpanned, your hands holding him back from your body. He blinked, not expecting such a question.

“What do you mean?” He asked. You rolled your eyes, continuing to keep him restrained.

“You know what I mean.” Sighing, he intertwined his fingers with his own.

“We’re what you want us to be.” He answered, stopping his advance when your breathing intermingled. “Or,” he continued, “We’re just love.”

Drabble Game: 19- Tears (Logan Howlett)

He stared at the stone, still not believing the events that transpired. His entire existence felt pointless, his body numb with grief. He was supposed to keep you safe, keep you… He dropped to his knees, a hand reaching out for the freshly engraved stone. He failed you. Dropping his head in shame, he welcomed the biting winds. He didn’t deserve to stand here in front of your grave, to grieve you like everyone else. You trusted him and he… A strange noise left his parted lips, a mixture between a sob and a howl.

“(Y/N)…” he whispered painfully, brokenly. His world was gone, you were gone. He was rocking back and forth, his arms holding onto his abdomen to help soothe the rising bile in his throat. Everything he did was for you and now you were gone. He couldn’t get the look of your eyes out of his head. They once shone with love, like the stars on a warm, summer night. The last time he looked at them, they were dull. The last bit of life snuffed out. And your skin, once warm and glowing, was cold and pale. It was like the world was torn from your body, leaving only a shell of the person you once were. The first tear leaked out of his eyes, others following soon after. His heart was shattering in his chest, the splinters a painful reminder of his failure. He could still smell the glimmer of your perfume on his shirt; still see your bright smile when he closed his eyes. No matter how hard he tried to shut it out, his senses were attacked. He shut his eyes painfully, willing it all to go away, willing the world to go away. His tears were searing against his skin, the scorching heat the only resistance to the piercing winds. In all his life, he’s never felt this broken, and he knew he’d never feel whole again.

Drabble Game: 26- Forever and a day (Matt Murdock)

It was silent, save for the occasional hiss of pain or the shuffle of medical equipment. You didn’t feel like talking and Matt didn’t look to be in the position to. He was leaning heavily against the couch, your hands working on cleaning the large gash across his chest. It always scared you, seeing him like this. You worried for him constantly, and nights like these did nothing to quell that feeling. He flinched when your hand unintentionally hit a particularly sensitive spot, your arm reeling back in horror at the thought of hurting him.

“Are you alright?” You asked softly, rubbing his knee with gentle movements.

“You’re worried.” Matt avoided the question, choosing to focus on your own thoughts instead.

“You run around the city and beat up bad guys for a living,” you muttered, “of course I’m worried.” He kept silent a moment, allowing you to continue working on his wound.

“You shouldn’t be worried.” You laughed curtly, your hands reaching blindly for a bandage.

“Seeing how many times you come back here beaten to a pulp doesn’t help your case much,” you stated dryly, finally locating the clean bandage. You wrapped it around his torso, careful not to hurt him in the process.

“I won’t leave you like that,” Matt promised. Your heart clenched within the confines of your chest, a naïve hopefulness surfacing at his words. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“Forever?” You asked quietly, knowing that his words would do nothing. It was less of an assurance but more of a temporary comfort.

“Forever and a day.”

Drabble Game: 33- Seeing Red (Matt Murdock)

Your broken body was lying mere feet from where Matt stood, Fisk taking some pleasure in knowing he’d found a weakness of the Devil’s. Your breathing was coming out shakily, the pain in your ribs increasing at every desperate inhale. You seemed to be fighting for each breath, a battle you were slowly losing.

“Matt,” you rasped, pleading for him to help you. He was by your side in an instant, Fisk’s men yelling warnings as they ran off into the dark night. Matt lifted you up gently, slipping your cellphone into his hand. He called Foggy as he cradled you in his arms, a hand moving through your hair softly. Each minute dragged on, Matt frantically keeping you awake while waiting for Foggy. After what felt like an eternity of pain, Foggy finally arrived. With the help of Matt, they had you in a car and all ready to go to the hospital. You were holding Matt’s hand in a death grip when he attempted to leave, your entire body screaming for him to stay with you. “Please,” you whispered. Matt, however, was seeing red. His jaw was clenched, his eyes screaming murder. He sent Foggy a pointed look, prying your hand off of his as he followed the path Fisk had taken minutes ago. You shivered. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had just been let loose.

Drabble Game:  47- Perfection (Wade Wilson)

You were having a terrible day, nothing seeming to go your way. By the time you finally got home, you dropped down on your bed. You didn’t bother taking your uniform off as you nestled into the warm bed, praying for pleasant dreams to take you away from the horrid reality that was today. The Merc with a Mouth, however, was having none of that.

“Honey I’m home!” He yelled, the door swinging open. You groaned, burrowing further into the bed. Maybe if you ignored him he’d go away. His footsteps grew closer and his voice grew louder. “So, today I had to go undercover. I was thinking about going for something a little more subtle but then I thought, maybe I should make it more childish sounding. I mean, who’s going to attack somebody called Rainbow Fluffy Pants?”

“Please tell me you didn’t go by the name Rainbow Fluffy Pants.” You said dryly.

“Of course not,” he scoffed. “It was Baby Unicorn Rainbow Fluffy Pants.” He replied, entering the room. You grumbled loudly, placing a pillow over your head.

“Can I just have a nap?” You asked into your pillow. The bed moved with the weight of Wade, an arm snaking around your shoulders.

“Bad day?” He asked. You nodded, pulling the pillow away from your face to look at him. He looked oddly sympathetic. Leaning in, he took off his mask and smiled at you. “Need me to make it better?” You smiled up to him.

“Always,” you replied. Returning your smile, he gently leaned in. As his lips moved against your own, you couldn’t think of anything in the world more perfect then Wade Wilson’s love.

Drabble Game: 56- Everything For You (Foggy Nelson)

“(Y/N),” Foggy grumbled, pulling at the collar of his button down.

“Oh relax, Fog.” You replied, pushing the last strand of hair back before turning to him.

“I’m all for free drinks but I really don’t want to go to this.” He sluggishly followed you out into the glowing city, waiting by you while you hailed a cab.

“You’re going to have fun.” You tried, cursing when a cab didn’t stop. “Besides, I can’t go without my best guy.” That seemed to do the trick. Foggy’s stance straightened up as you finally got a cab to stop. You both crammed in there, Foggy leaning back while you gave the driver the instructions to some overly posh art gallery. Finished with giving the instructions, you sighed, sitting back against the seat. You really hoped you didn’t mess up your hair but you honestly couldn’t care at the moment. Your nerves were eating you up. You’d been working on this project for weeks and it finally seems to have paid off. Your work was going to be on sale for the whole of upper-class New York. Foggy placed a hand on your knee, stopping the constant bobbing of it.

“You’re going to do fine.” He reassured, smiling softly. You breathed heavily, your senses focused on the heat radiating from his hand. If Foggy was here, you could do anything. Maybe. Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach, making you feel like a school girl with a crush. Foggy mistook your reaction for nervousness towards the gala, causing him to move even closer. He was talking, and you should probably be listening, but the warmth radiating from his body was so sweet. “(Y/N)?” He asked. You’d been so lost in your senses; you failed to notice he stopped talking.

“How about we skip?” You asked him. “I’ll tell them I’m sick.”

“You don’t need to skip because you’re nervous I-,”

“It’s not that.” You interrupted. “I’d just rather… spend time… with… you.” Your eyes widened at your own words. You were not expecting yourself to be that bold. He smiled brilliantly at you.

“Well then,” he linked arms with you, bowing his head as best he could in the small space. “Shall we continue forth towards a valiant adventure, milady?” You giggled, nodding. “Very well, I shall do everything for you.” Laughing, you leaned into his shoulder. This evening was going to be great.

Drabble Game: 69- Shattered (Foggy Nelson)

Matt had tried to stop him, tried to warn him. But as soon as your name was mentioned, he was having none of it. He’d pushed past his friend, barreling towards your limp body. Your blood was mixing in with the water below, bruises covering you from head to toe. He didn’t remember dropping down, soaking his pants with your blood, didn’t remember screaming your name into the unforgiving winds, and didn’t remember breathing in your scent, praying for you to be alive. The eyes that were once filled with life, stared back at him mercilessly, dark and taxing. The touch that was once heavenly and warm and everything he could ever want, was now cold and bitter. The lips that were once pink and filled with love, were now pale and bloodied. He didn’t remember how long he sat there, staring at the only fragment of yourself still on this Earth. However, he did remember watching helplessly as they loaded your lifeless form into a body bag, taking his heart with them. He did remember the box in his pocket searing into his leg. He was supposed to ask tonight. He was supposed to marry you. He was supposed to be with you forever. His head dropped into his hands, tears mixing in with the rain. He didn’t care about the cold, didn’t care about the drenching rain. He only cared about you. After hours of crying, his knees scraping on the harsh concrete, his throat aching from his screams, Matt finally made him move. And with each step he took, his heart shattered more.

Drabble Game: 81- A Place To Belong (Wade Wilson)

He shot straight up, sweat rolling down his body as he panted. It was just a dream. He placed his head in his hands, moving in on himself. He felt so alone in the world. Throwing the blankets off of him, he flung his legs over the side of the bed. The cool wood beneath worked wonders on his heated body, his breathing returning to normal. He breathed in the warm, summer air, almost reminding himself that he was still alive. He was about to get up when a warm hand snaked around his abdomen, a soft cheek resting against his back.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, your voice groggy with sleep. He nodded, a hand moving to intertwine with your own.

“Just a nightmare, go back to bed.” He replied, reveling in the feel of your skin on his.

“What about you?” You inquired. He sat in silence for a moment, shrugging.

“I’ll go make breakfast.” You looked to the clock, watching the neon lights change from 3:41 to 3:42.

“At 3 in the morning?” You shook your head against his back, pulling him closer towards you. “You’re going back to sleep with me and in the morning, you’re staying here while I make breakfast.” He turned to face you, admiring the way the moon shined perfectly against the planes of your face. Nodding, he laid back down, happily adjusting himself so you could cuddle against his chest, legs intertwining with his. The sounds of your even breath had him lulling off into a peaceful sleep. He’d finally found a place to belong.

Drabble Game: 87- Gunshot (Wade Wilson)

Your ears were ringing, the gunshot coming from that close slightly disorienting you. The tang of gunpowder assaulted your tongue, your legs stumbling around as you tried to regain focus. Someone was coming towards you. With all of your strength, you flicked the blade up into their throat. Or at least you hoped it was their throat. You supported yourself on the wall, taking a moment to regain your senses. Who had they shot? Your eyes scoped out the room, stopping once they landed on the giant pool of red. You pushed off the wall with heavy hands, walking much more fluidly than before. Heaving a sigh, you dropped down next to Wade.

“You were shot,” you observed dryly, looking at the bloody hole in the middle of his abdomen.

“I,” he coughed, “I don’t think I’ll make it.” You rolled your eyes, watching him place a hand to his forehead in a dramatic show. “I just want you to know,” he paused, “I love chimichangas.” He let out a raspy breath, his body going limp.

“Wade,” you grumbled, “Get your ass up.”

“Can’t,” he mumbled, “dead.”

“You and I both know you aren’t dead.” You retorted.

“Only a kiss can wake me from my deadly slumber,” he breathed, pulling up his mask and revealing his lips.

“I’m leaving your ass here.” You got back to your feet, making your way through the throng of lifeless, gory bodies with a smirk on your face. In three… two… one…

“(Y/N),” Wade called.

“Yes?” You inquired, not bothering to face him.

“I’m not getting that kiss?” Rolling your eyes, you turned to face him.

“Of course you are,” you replied, taking a step closer to him. Your hands trailed down the front of his suit, stopping before you got past his belt. You leaned in, your words ghosting his lips as you whispered, “You’ll just have to catch me first.” You pushed off him, running away as fast as your legs could take you. He blinked, staring at where you stood for a moment. His mind finally registered what you said as he took off in a dead sprint towards you. He was getting that kiss.

Drabble Game: 88- Possession (Wade Wilson)

You could feel his eyes on you as you laughed politely at the man’s joke, hoping to get a little more information out of him. You savored in the cool liquid going down your throat as you made eye contact with Wade. He was seething, his eyes screaming murder as he took confident strides closer. You looked back to the senator, thinking of a way to get him away from here before Wade could get near him. Acting quickly, you pulled the senator into a back room, promises of pleasure tumbling out your lips. He seemed all too eager to follow you, hoping he’d be able to claim his reward. You knew Wade was still following, knew he was not going to let you out of his sight. You pushed the senator into a room, locking the door behind the two of you. A soft breeze ushered in through the open window, cooling down your anger ever so slightly. You only had a moment to relax before the senator was pushing you down onto the bed, positioned above you as he leaned in to kiss you. Your eyes looked around frantically, your mind searching for some way out of this situation. His lips were rough against your own, his tongue assaulting your mouth before you could pull him off. Fortunately for you, you didn’t need to. Wade slit the man’s throat, his blood oozing down on top of you. You shivered, the heat of the blood contrasting to the cool room. Wade had pushed the man off of you, taking his place above you.

“Mine.” He growled, throwing off his mask and attacking your lips ruthlessly. His hands were brutal in their exploration, leaving bruises in their wake. You finally found the strength to push him off, glaring at him.

“I needed that man.” You shouted. “We need the information.”

“Fuck the information,” Wade yelled, moving back towards you. You held him back as best you could, your eyes burning a hole in his head.

“Now is not the time for your petty jealousy.” You retorted, shoving him back. He barely stumbled, pinning your beneath him.

“You. Are. Mine.” He ground out, pushing his hips against your own. You were in his possession and he was not letting go. A feral smile made its way onto his lips, his hands working on peeling off your clothes.

“What are you doing?” You inquired, your voice ice.

“Marking my territory.”

Drabble Game: 92- Innocence (Loki Laufeyson)

“What would you have me do?” He asked, his voice irritated.

“Stay with me,” you replied calmly, a hand wrapping around his arm. “Please, Loki. You don’t have to do this.” He looked into your shining eyes, his resolve breaking with each breath you took.

“My beloved,” he breathed, pain etched on his face. “I wish for Asgard to suffer no longer. Do you not understand?”

“I do understand, Loki.” You pleaded with your eyes. “But do you not understand that I need you.” He sighed, moving closer to your heat. You could hear the thoughts running through his mind, fear and doubt coursing in his eyes.

“I do.” He muttered, leaning his head against your own. “I feel the same.”

“Then you must stay.” You stated calmly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “You must stay for me.” He nodded slowly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“How can I be sure you won’t leave me?” He whispered, his voice that of a man who has been neglected for far too long.

“Are you so naïve that you do not see?” You questioned him, no real heat behind your words. “I have fallen in love with you, Loki.” His breath caught, his heart speeding up.

“I love you,” he exhaled, “I love you so much.” Smiling, you placed a sweet, chaste kiss against his awaiting lips. His green eyes searched your face, looking for any kind of deceit. He couldn’t find any. He could only find adoration, love, and your innocence. He’d never met anyone quite like you, somebody who had managed to live this long without spoiling their innocence. It was refreshing. But right now, he wanted to throw that innocence into the wind. He pushed you back down onto the bed, a sinister smirk on his features.

“Loki?” You asked, gulping at the look on his face. He didn’t respond verbally, positioning himself in between your legs instead. You were watching him curiously, a hand sliding up his chest. And like that, he was kissing you.

Hiddlesweek 2017 - Day Four

February 6th: Favorite role


I know Tom has done a lot of other things, and I almost – almost – chose Jonathan Pine for my favorite role, because it’s a brilliant performance. But I can’t forget the one that started it all a few years ago , the character that made me look him up online, end up on tumblr, start fangirling super hard, and discover this wonderful and maddening fandom that I share with so many wonderful and maddening friends.

To him I owe my return to fanfiction after many years, so… here it goes.

My megalomaniac baby. My Loki.

The Avengers Preference - Types of Kisses

Bruce Banner/The Hulk:

He often does little finger kisses that reassure you and comfort you. He’s not one to show too much affectionate but when he does it’s because he wants to remind you that he does adore you and he’s listening. 

Bucky Barnes:

The ‘sweet and sensitive’ kisses. Bucky has done some stuff that he regrets so being able to come home to you and be with someone who he can be gentle and loving to is the best thing for him. He’d savor these types of kisses. 

Clint Barton/Hawkeye: 

Lots of quick, funny and kind of desperate kisses. Both of you do these kinds of kisses as a little joke but it’s also because you worry that you’ll never be able to kiss him enough. Just one of the cons of having an assassin and an Avenger as your boyfriend. 


The “I know we don’t have much time so kiss me now” kiss. It’s not one that many people experience but you and Loki would go through it. A lot. 

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver:

Young, desperate kisses. Kisses that make you never want to let him go. What more would you expect from Pietro? 

Steve Rogers/Captain America:

Steve would pepper your face with little kisses. He loves being able to show you affection; to prove to you that he adores you. He has so much built up emotions so being able to come and just kiss you all over your face and make you giggle pleases him. 


You wouldn’t be able to see Thor very often and when you do, he’d probably be a very nervous kisser. He’s all about being a gentleman but he doesn’t want to waste your time together so in your kisses you’d probably take the lead. 

Tony Stark/Iron Man:

Dorky, fun bed kisses is what Tony lives for. He’s not so tensed up and filled with sarcastic comments when he’s around you and he knows what you like and he adores being able to make you happy. These are his favourite kisses.