May I request Zoro and Sanji x reader + a breeding kink pls and ty 👉🏻👈🏻🫣
How the hell are VINSMOKE SANJI and RORONOA ZORO both balls deep inside of you and still arguing?
“Don’t — hn — you dare come, curly,” Zoro grits, one wide palm locked around your wrists, pinning them back against your spine. He’s beneath you, earrings bobbing, teeth knicking your pearled nipple. His eyes, piercing and dangerous, flick between your blissed-out expression and Sanji’s slack-jawed pleasure, “We’re tryna prove a damn point here—”
“Fuck you, Marimo,” Sanji’s words splinter into a low, desperate moan; his hands, braced on either side of Zoro’s head, have gone white in the knuckles, “Shut — damn it — Shut the f-fuck up—”
Sanji’s forehead falls to your shoulder, and his hips stutter, and Zoro bites his own lip so hard he tastes blood. Blonde hair tickles your neck, and your back arches. Zoro’s hand on your hip tightens enough to bruise. He’s closer to the edge than he’s letting on.
You figure the arguing probably does something for him.
He’s a man of honor, as much as Sanji is. Your little comments earlier about lasting the longest earned you this spot between the two men.
It’s a lot of sensations — too much, almost. You’re stretched wide, and inside of you, Zoro’s cock drags against Sanji’s. Sanji’s drags against his. Every thrust between the two, into you, is messy and uncoordinated.
And it feels good. Really good.
“She had a mouth about this, about lasting longer. So, she comes first,” Zoro grits out, like he’s reminding himself, “Right, cook?”
“’Course she will,” he whines, and you figure this is the closest you’re going to get to amicable teamwork when it comes to double penetration, “She… yea — L-Ladies first.”
Sanji pants into your neck, and Zoro lets a sound slip out of his chest that sounds suspiciously like a moan. The white-hot coil of pleasure in your belly only winds tighter and tighter, their cocks pump in and out and in and out, massaging one another, massaging that certain spot.
Their names tangle on your tongue, quickly followed by a moan that is unbecoming of anyone with a shred of dignity left.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Zoro rasps, and you swear his voice is shaking. His words are punctuated by his thrusts, “Y’like it when we — when we use you like this?”
“I think she does,” Sanji makes a noise that sounds like a laugh being punched out of him. His pace is faltering. He’s clinging to the edge. “Sure sounds like it.”
“You’re gonna come,” Zoro huffs, cock dragging in and out against Sanji’s, “And then, we’re gonna fill you up—”
“Nice and deep,” Sanji’s muttering in your ear, cock dragging in and out against Zoro’s, “Y-You want that?”
Yea. Yea, you do. And you tighten, slicken, and they notice.
They’re playing dirty. Might as well play the same game.
“Must be nice,” you snark, somehow maintaining some semblance of brattiness despite the circumstances; where you find the thoughts or words, you’ll never know. You know it drives Zoro insane, and you know Sanji finds it so delightful, “Finally rubbing your cocks together—”
You have no idea who comes first.
All you know is that it isn’t you.
And for the first time all night, they’re not arguing.
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A/N: Sanji hates it when you beg, but cockwarming changes his mind. ~3.8k words.
CW: Afab reader w/gendered language ("pretty girl" used in dirty talk once), teasing, begging, crying (only a tiny bit), edging, cockwarming, overstimulation, P in V.
Sanji & begging/c0ckwarming
Sanji wanted you to know you that you have all of him, so he absolutely detests it when you beg. Even the smallest hint of desperate pleading in your voice makes his eye twitch—you can have anything you want, and you have all of him. Why do you even question it? Why would he ever make you beg for it? You could have the whole world, his whole self, his heart, anything he could get his hands on, he would give it to you. He would do anything for you, no questions asked. Begging, in Sanji’s logic, at least, implied that he was withholding something from you—an idea he was categorically opposed to; you had all of him, and he would give anything to you that you wanted, or (literally) die trying.
While Sanji loved sex, fucking, making love, getting nasty, and getting lovey-dovey, he refused to tolerate begging of any kind. He wasn’t annoyed by you asking for something, but to him, there was a difference between asking and begging. Safe to say, whatever he understood as ‘begging’ was a pet peeve for him (albeit a very mild one).
However, Sanji’s aversion to begging changed the night you decided to try out cockwarming. You asked if you two could try it out. Sanji said that he was more than happy to oblige—as mentioned previously, he’d do anything you asked, and being able to do things for you brought him the purest happiness. Plus, he knew it would feel great.
Before it happened, you told Sanji that you wanted him inside of you for at least twenty minutes before you started fucking. You were setting the rules and establishing expectations, something that he was fantastic with.
“Sanji, no matter what I say, don’t start fucking me, and don’t let me start fucking you, until we reach the 20-minute mark. I wanna try it. Ok?”
Sanji promised that no matter what, you wouldn’t start fucking until the 20-minute mark, on the dot. He thought it sounded easy and he was eager to try out anything that would please you.
You cautioned him. “Even if I start begging, don’t listen to me, ok?” He assented—you knew how he felt about this sort of thing, so you figured he wouldn’t have a problem with it. He would do as you asked, naturally.
You knew that waiting twenty whole minutes would be difficult… but it sounded fun. And his cock felt amazing inside of you, so why not? If you saw Sanji get worked up, that would be an added bonus.
When the time came, you were sitting on Sanji’s lap, your back resting on his chest. His hands were on your hips. He set a timer on his phone and wasted no time pushing his cock through your folds and into your core. When he first started stretching you out, you realized this would be much harder than anticipated. You’d never get over how it felt when he was buried deep inside.
As Sanji pressed his head further and further into you, you shuddered. He length felt massive and hot. Gliding himself inside of you as deep as he could, he bottomed out and came to a stop. Your breath hitched. He could feel your walls already constricting, could tell that your body had tensed, that you were holding your breath.
“Baby, just relax.” He cooed in your ear as his hands slid down your hips to rest where your hips and thighs met. He gave you a good squeeze. “Only twenty minutes, ok? Just think of how good it will be when we can start moving.”
Sanji was in control, which he liked. He was submissive frequently, and sure, he liked being told what to do, but in the event that he had the reigns, he got such a kick out of telling you what to do—as long as you didn’t start begging and crying for it. Because, once again, you could have anything you asked for, and you had all of him. Sanji was hopelessly in love with you, he worshipped you. Your wish was his command. And now that you wished for cockwarming, he was in command.
He felt a little playful and figured it’d be nice to get you worked up, but not too worked up. After all, that was part of the fun. Some dirty talk and encouragement couldn’t hurt.
“Mmmm,” he hummed into your neck from behind and gave your hips a squeeze. “Your pussy feels great on my cock. So warm and wet already. Does it feel good for you too, pretty girl?”
You nodded.
“Can you use your words, my love?”
“Yes, Sanji, it feels good.” Your voice was strained and heat was blooming between your legs concerningly quick.
“It’s going to feel even better when I can drag it inside and outside, isn’t it?” He murmured again, close to your ear. You could feel his hot breath on your neck.
You answered “yes”, getting wetter—when he talked to you like this, it did something to you. It made your butterflies stir and made you bashful, no matter how many times it happened.
He continued. “Mmmhmm, ‘s gonna feel so good.” Sanji’s dick jumped inside of you while he whispered sweet things in your ear, and your pussy clenched around it in response.
While you cockwarmed him, Sanji had a cookbook propped up on the table in front of you. He figured he might as well be productive in the twenty minutes, and it would be a good distraction. As long as you sat still, there’d be no problem. And besides, he had strict orders to stick to.
“Can you turn the page, my dear?” His voice went from teasing and seductive to gentle and loving. He was unfazed by the whole thing so far, but your previous resolve had started to disintegrate.
The cookbook was interesting, you smelled and felt good, and Sanji was happy. Regardless of whether or not his cock was in you, it was a privilege to be close to you in any way, so he was quite enjoying himself.
When reached your hand forward to turn the page of the cookbook, per his request, the small movement shifted his cock inside of you just barely. It was hardly noticeable, but the tiniest amount of friction sent electricity to your core.
Sanji kept reading. Three minutes went by.
He told you when to turn the page, and every time you reached forward (truly, the most miniscule of movements), your cunt clenched around his length. You were trying so hard to ignore it, but you just felt so full. Your juices were already starting to drip down his shaft, oozing to the base of his cock. Sanji could feel every delicious drip—he indulged in a fantasy for a second, imagining the taste of you, wishing he could suck on your clit. And while Sanji imagined sticking his tongue into your slit and rubbing your clit at the same time, you were trying to steady yourself. You told yourself to get a grip—after all, it was only 20 minutes, what’s the big deal?
As you reached to turn the next page (he was reading so fast, or rather, he was pretending to read fast), your core started to pulse around him. You took a deep breath, trying to regain composure. This whole thing was your idea, so you had better stick to the plan.
“Are you getting that excited already?” He scolded, feeling you squeeze and clench around him. “You have to wait. It’s only been seven minutes, princess.”
“I know, Sanji. It just feels so good already, it’s going to drive me crazy.”
“Crazy or not, you have to wait, sweetie.” His voice was coddling and sympathetic but stern.
His breath tickled your ear and he kissed from the back of your ear to your neck. It added to the overwhelming sensation of his cock throbbing in you, not moving, almost pressing on your g-spot but not completely.
It felt like time was standing still—the seconds felt like hours, but only two more minutes had passed. Your heartbeat quickened and your gooey walls squeezed him again, molding to the shape of his cock, memorizing every inch of it, preparing to crave it again as soon as possible.
“I can feel that,” Sanji murmured as he felt you constrict and quiver for him. “Feels good.”
You didn’t respond because you knew your voice would come out as a whine. He squeezed your thighs again.
Pressure and heat were boiling in your core at this point. Only nine minutes in and your body was entering dangerous territory—you couldn’t focus on anything other than Sanji and his cock. You indulged for a moment, envisioning how good it would feel when he finally moved, how good it would feel for him to bring his hands up and play with your nipples, sucking on your neck and calling you sweet names.
The next time Sanji asked you to flip the page of his cookbook, you had to stifle a moan. You readjusted your position slightly; you were starting to feel uncomfortable. When you tried to reposition your thighs, which had been aching because your muscles had been tensed the whole time, his cock brushed your soft spot and you let out a muffled, needy sound. It sounded like a whimper, almost inaudible, but since he was so close to you, he heard it clear as day.
“Does it really feel that good when you turn the pages for me?” Sanji’s tone was one of feigned scorn, but you could hear his grin while he spoke. “Ten more minutes, angel. We’re halfway there. Just hold on. Don’t even think about how deep my cock is in you. Try to forget it. We’re just sitting here.”
While he tried and failed to calm you, Sanji was holding on for dear life. He was keeping a good façade, though. Every time that your pussy squeezed, every time he felt your muscles spasm, it sent a ripple of pleasure through him. If you could have seen it, you would see that his cock was weeping precum inside you. Every flutter from your core milked it out even more.
Only a minute had passed—nine minutes left on the timer. You were in agony at this point. Couldn’t he just move his cock a little bit?
You were starting to lose control of your body—you needed him now. Your cunt wouldn’t listen to reason, and desire was starting to fog your mind, pushing you into a haze where the only thing you could think of was how good Sanji felt inside of you and how badly you wanted to ride him.
Another minute went by. You couldn’t hold it any longer. You felt like you were going to explode.
“Sanji,” you let out a whine and his cock jumped again. “I can’t do it anymore.” As he took a breath to utter out a reply, you adjusted your hips and started to grind back and forth on his length. Since it was buried inside of you, every movement felt intense and satisfying, mind-blowing. Your movements brushed and squeezed his whole shaft—if you did this much longer Sanji wouldn’t be able to take it. But he had to. He promised you.
Your body went into overdrive. You couldn’t focus on anything and your resolve to wait nine more minutes completely vanished. You needed him and you were going to have him. You knew he wanted it because his cock twitched every other second. When you started grinding on him you moaned his name and it went straight to his dick.
“Y/N!” His voice was harsh. “Stop it, we can’t do that yet. We only have a few minutes left. I want it too, but you told me that we had to make it 20 minutes, so just hold on, my love.” He gripped your hips painfully tight, holding you in place, making sure you weren’t able to move an inch.
You started to pant and your hands met his, grasping them so hard it hurt.
“S-Sanji,” you were fully whining, not holding back anymore, so frustrated. “I can’t, I—nnnghhhhh—fuck, I can’t wait, I- I need it. Can we do it earlier? I want it now. Just forget what I said about 20 minutes.” You choked back another moan, exasperated, and his grip tightened.
“Y/N, I said no.” He had to choke back a groan. “Only a few more minutes. I promised you. We can’t yet, no matter how sweetly you ask. You told me to get to 20 minutes.”
His words went in one ear and out the other. You were lost already. Reason was out the window. You desperately tried to move your hips from side to side, up and down, to no avail. His grip was iron tight, leaving bruises where his fingers were clamped unforgivingly on your skin.
Finally, you started to beg.
“Sanji, I need you. Need you to fuck me now. Please,” your voice took on the most pathetic tone he’d ever heard. Sanji could feel your heart pounding while you begged for it; he could feel how out of breath you were. “Please fuck me—I—I need it so bad. P-please, Sanji.”
It took Sanji a moment to register your words. Lust was starting to take over his mind. If he wasn’t at the precipice of losing control already, he would have told you to stop begging at him—he would have reminded you of your own words from not long ago.
But you were imploring, beseeching, pleading for him to fuck you. You were telling him to not listen to what you said previously and that you wanted him now—and the issue was that he wanted you now, too. He wanted you so bad that it hurt. Combined with your futile attempts to writhe out of his grip, your sniveling and whining flipped a switch in Sanji’s brain. You sounded depraved, starved, desperate and cock-crazed.
He was so turned on he thought he would pass out. So this is why begging was appealing. This feeling is why people liked it when their partners needed something so badly they started to beg. To have you lose all inhibitions and desperately crave him so bad… he was outrageously attracted to you and wildly in love with you. Seeing you want him so bad… he would never forget it.
Need is an understatement. You desired Sanji carnally so much that you backtracked on your own words, told him to pay them no heed. You told him you’d do anything for him to fuck you now. You couldn’t make it five more minutes. You didn’t care about what you said before—you had to have it now.
“Fuckkkk,” he groaned. “We shouldn’t yet—baby I told you, we’d—ngggghhhh—told you we’d make it to—to twenty minutes.” His face was contorted. He was exercising the most discipline he ever had, steeling himself.
“I don’t care about what I said earlier,” you keened, fingernails digging into his skin, thighs shaking. “Need it now. Sanji, please.” He couldn’t see your face, but he could tell that you were so frustrated tears had started welling in your eyes.
Sanji froze. He felt your pussy quaking and your body was physically screaming out in need. He heard your words; heard you give him permission to fuck you now. He saw your toes curling, felt your fingernails digging into his wrists… It was too much. He was at his wits end. He was about to give in to the situation, your words, and his own desperation.
“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned loud and long, the deep noise rumbling out of his chest. He threw his head back, brows furrowed, face twisted. He had been clenching every last muscle in his body in an attempt to not fuck you. Before, you had asked him sweetly to make it to 20 minutes, to not listen to a thing you said, even if you begged for it. But here you were now, dripping slick on his cock, begging and pleading him to disregard what you had said earlier… begging him for pleasure, for the pleasure he could and wanted to give you.
Sanji couldn’t take it anymore. “Do it.”
When you heard his words and his grip on your hips loosened slightly you immediately pulled off his cock just enough and plunged him back into you. You were so wet it had seeped down his balls, making a messy puddle on the chair beneath you; your slick made your movements fluid and felt slippery on his cock.
Bouncing on his cock after begging for it, after waiting for it so long, after being so good—it was the most pleasure you’d ever felt. He was filling you up, fucking you so sloppily. His hands helped you go up and down, his groans played in your ear like honey. “F-feels so good, baby. So—so good on my cock.”
Sanji saw stars, his mind went blank. He moaned your name again and again while you whimpered. He felt how warm your cunt was, how wet it was, how tight it was, how sweaty you were—he savored your pathetic noises, got off on how needy you sounded, how desperately your hips grinded into his cock, how you fucked yourself with it. Sanji was gone. He became feral, helping you ride him faster and faster until neither of you could breathe. He didn’t give a fuck anymore.
“S-sanji, I—I’m gonna cum,” you moaned.
“Don’t care,” he grunted out, pussy drunk and apathetic.
Your ass and cunt slammed down onto his cock so rapidly that noises filled the room within seconds. It smelled like sex already; the slapping noises were almost as filthy as the noises coming from your mouth.
You almost were at your limit, so when Sanji’s fingers trailed down and started messily rubbing your clit, you nearly blacked out from pleasure, practically screaming his name.
“Cum for me.” He murmured right in your ear, his voice husky and deep.
Only seconds after that, the wave of bliss crashed over you as you creamed on his cock. You felt like you were floating, detached from reality. All you could feel was Sanji inside of you; you were aware of nothing else. You convulsed and twisted on him, tightening and wringing his cock.
Your orgasm didn’t faze Sanji. He fucked you just as aggressively through your orgasm as before. He overstimulated you, listening to your cries and getting off on the desperate noises trickling out of your mouth.
“Sanji,” you squirmed. “’s too much.”
You didn’t tell him to stop, and he knew that you felt so good from his cock that you were going to let him do anything. He was hungry for it, almost growling in your ear, telling you to “Keep going, princess.”
Sanji was doing all the work now. As his cock rammed into you, hitting your g-spot so many times you lost count, he quickly brought you to the brink of orgasm again. He was wrenching pleasure from your core, dragging it out of you carelessly and roughly.
“Feels so good on my cock, my love,” he groaned again, his voice hoarse. “Bouncing on it so good, so wet—taking it all for me. Doing such a good job.”
Your eyes were rolling back into your head at this point, you were almost limp. You needed more and more, wanted him inside of you forever—you were fucked out, fucked into oblivion, fucked like you had never been fucked before.
“S-sanji, I’m—I’m gonna cum again.”
“Show me.” His voice was rough, raspy, and gravelly.
Another wave crashed down on you as you orgasmed again, writhing and crying out his name. You fully collapsed back into him. When you came on his cock again, Sanji was seconds after you. He couldn’t hold it anymore. His hips bucked up, jerking and twitching into your cunt as his cum finally shot deep inside you. He came so much that it started leaking out of your slit, coating his shaft and balls with his own cum. He came for what felt like forever; it felt like he moaned your name a hundred times.
When you both finished riding the waves of euphoria, you were exhausted and dripping with sweat. Your hair was matted to your forehead, your voice weak, legs shaking so much you doubted you’d be able to walk.
Sanji was so fucked out he could hardly think. Moments after you both started to return to reality, you realized that Sanji’s timer had been going off the whole time. It was loud and blaring—it’s a wonder neither of you heard it.
“Fuck,” he groaned again, grabbing his phone and cancelling the alarm while he was still inside of you. “So much for waiting twenty minutes.” You could hear in his voice that he was smiling. He kissed your neck and the back of your shoulders, wrapped his hands around you into a loving embrace. “You did such a good job waiting for so long, baby.”
His praise made your heart melt. Sanji would compliment you no matter what, give you anything you wanted, love you through it all. Your requests were never too much, and he listened to you always. He was the ultimate lover-boy.
“Okay, my love.” He nuzzled into the crook of neck and held you tighter. “Let’s go take a shower, we both need one.” He pulled out of you, doubling down on the kisses and squeezes to make up for it, then he scooped you up and carried you to the shower, where he proceeded to clean you up, kiss your forehead, and tell you how good you had been through the whole thing.
After the cockwarming, Sanji came around (pun intended) to the idea of begging. He liked that you were so desperate for him and he liked that he was in control so much that you started to babble and moan with every breath. Thinking about it later that night made his cock twinge again—he had inadvertently discovered a new part of you (the uncaring relentlessness of your entreaties) and a new part of himself (wherein he got off on seeing you so fucked out and desperate that you begged).
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okay that's all thank u sm for reading and indulging in this freakiness with me i appreciate u so so much!!! if you got this far, which would you like to see first? i'm thinking of something with either ace or zoro...
[Can't smile without you] [Poly!Davekat x afab!reader] [headcanons]
Warnings: Afab reader but tried to keep it as general as I possibly could. Poly relationships, NSFW sprinkled throughout, self indulgent, mentions of Jealously, Dom/Sub dynamics??? Idk what else, im projecting in this
Word count: 1.8k (jesus)
A/N: I have never written a poly couple before so like, no idea how everyones dynamics are but im sure its specialized to each group so like. Okay. I could be their silly little girlfriend who they spoil btw. This is literally hcs for me and my selfship with them ngl but I made it reader friendly. I don't wanna hear SHIT this is a special piece 2 me, I cry thinking of them loving me after what my ex did to me lmao.
Special shoutout 2 my bestie @layer01 ,,, I love u thank u for listening to me ramble about this last night and indulging me in my self ship <33
- I know this is a hot take but if u were in a poly relationship with them, dave is calling the shots first and foremost. Karkat second and then you're third. Of course this is subject to change but that's how the dynamic flows naturally.
- You bat your lashes and they fold tho to whatever you wanna do but STILL!!
-karkat is so clingy and they fight over you bc dave wants to hug you too and karkat is literally trying to burrow into your skin, his arms are so tight around you and Dave is trying to tug him off and Karkat fucking hisses.
"YOU HAD THEM THIS MORNING, FUCK OFF.
"If you move you greedy ass crab, we can ALL cuddle."
"NO."
- Or Karkat watches as you kiss on dave and hes fucking POUTING in the corner growling
"Guess I'm NOT WANTED." Literally no one said that come join the cuddle pile bro
-Theyre so needy.
- Dave playing off being jealous when you talk to anyone who isn't him or karkat and karkat fucking being 10x meaner about insulting anyone who is talking to you both bc they have, severe issues with jealously.
- I like the idea of dave never elaborating on what you guys are
"This is my girlfriend and boyfriend." "What?" "Anyways."
- Karkat; if anyone so much as touches either of you I will literally beat them to death with my sickles
You and Dave with nose bleeds: Hot.
-hmmmm Dave loves getting cheek kisses and karkat loving his forehead kissed, they fluster so hard when you kiss them before you leave to do anything, even if its going to shower, you give them each a peck and they have to reboot for a few seconds.
-Karkat almost dies when you brush away his hair from his forehead and gently kisses his forehead like he's the center of your universe UGH.
- Dave who makes you both playlists and theres love songs he'd dedicated to you both, different songs bc ofc yall are different people but the love is still there. He painstakingly went through and added songs with lyrics that remind him of you individually and all together.
- Sharing a Spotify jam with them and you queue songs that form a sentence and it's small things like "I love you." and they melt.
- The way yall sleep together is Dave is on his back, you're curled up into his side and karkat is hanging off of you, face buried into your back and his arms wrapped around your middle.
- Dave and Karkat run warm and you run cold so they make it a point to make sure you're covered, Karkat’s hands splayed around your stomach and he is purring.
- Your head is always over Dave's heart bc it helps with your nightmares.,,,Dave has his arm laid across you and his hand on karkat's head rubbing circles into his hair so he can feel you both bc he has nightmares youve both left him and he's alone in that apartment again. So scared he'll be alone again.
- But then you nuzzle into his chest, drooling a little on him and the rumbles from Karkat's chest vibrates strongly through you that he also feels it and it soothes him. Kisses your forehead and tries his best to rub a thumb across Karkats cheek from his position. He loves you two so much dude I'm gonna cry.
- He LOVES watching you and Karkat bicker and then suddenly make up by clinging to each other. He’ll lean on the doorframe like,
“Damn, that’s hot,” and Karkat will scream at him to stop being a creep and watching y'all.
- There really aren't many fights between you three, bickering yes but full out fights? Not common. Dave loves you both too much to ever really raise his voice, more prone to shutting down and self isolating than fight.
- Karkat DOES raise his voice but has been working on it because the one time you flinched back from him and curled into yourself when he slaps his hands on the desk made him genuinely feel sick to his stomach.
-Karkat who doesn't believe he actually bagged (2) humans and he's constantly worried he's too alien or too weird until you both kiss him all over including his grub scars and his horns, please kiss attack this man he NEEDS to know how cherished he is.
- Dave picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder while Karkat trails behind you ranting that someone else was making googly eyes at you.
- they take their positions as knights so seriously when it comes to you. They do NOT play about you or one another. They have severe attachment issues due to how they were raised so they admittedly have unheathy habits you'll have to guide them on, unless you're into that and y'all can all be freak 4 freaks which is honestly preferable to them both bc they are both insane in their own ways.
- Karkat is the most protective out of you three, but you're lowkey insane and they have to tell you like hey, we think its hot and are into it but you can't tell someone to kill themselves over us. We don't object for moral reasons but yk you can get in trouble.
-This is fully indulgent for my sake but they like boobs in their mouth sorry.
-Both of them latch on idgaf, they fight and mumble when the other takes up too much space, karkat growling a bit and you're like guys I have two tits for a reason stop fighting.
-theyre not used to being babied so they like, get affection boners when you're soft and ever so slightly maternal towards them.
- Dave was raised by Bro and there is no way Bro didn't have a fucked up view of women even if it was slightly so Dave??? I feel like he's the type to be like oh I don't need a woman's love whats so great about them and then you kiss his cheek and baby him and bring in decor into his room and hes like wow this is. Different. No swords in his room?? No smuppets??? Just regular plushies??
- Like oh wow okay you're soft snd smells good and cooing at me FUCKKKK, instant hard ons, they stare at each other like this
-gets a warm fuzzy feeling seeing one of your fuzzy blankets laid out across his bed, Karkat's sweat messily on the floor. God he's so soft and happy to see traces of you two littered throughout his home.
- They fight over who showers with you, they shower with one another regular but when you join them, they wanna make sure you feel included so there's a schedule!!!
- Dave prefers to shower where as Karkat likes to bathe and they both cling onto you and the only reason why they don't do it at the same time is bc the shower is simply too small for these heathens. (Tall Karkat and Dave and you're their small little partner idc this is my truth)
- Dave likes to hold you while you're both underneath the steam and he has his face pressed against your hair and he just enjoys the silence.
- Karkat makes both of you take self care more seriously bc he loves you and wants you to not neglect yourselves.
- Like not to project but both you and Dave had neglectful homes and just. Forget to do basic things such as eat or drink water or even breath your teeth. Denies you kisses until he watches you brush your fuckass teeth.
- You struggle with washing your hair because its tiring so Karkat will wash it for you while Dave will dry it and then do a messy braid to keep it out your face. The braids suck ass but he has tried so hard to learn for you so you say nothing.
-You and karkat stealing daves clothes,,,,hnnng
- you are the weird gf who steals anything so you will wear daves boxers if he leaves them out. Too bad they're comfy.
- 'Why are my boxers stretched out" stares directly at you as you sleep in them, laid out on top of Karkat who's in his time shirt.
- Shakes his head and mumbles under his breath that he spoils y'all too fucking much.
- Dave steals ur panties tho so its equal exchange, snags them off the floor and puts them in his hoodie pocket for later.
- Karkat who catches him and makes fun of him lowkey but then starts to do it as well.
"YOU'RE FUCKING GROSS, I CAN'T BELIEVE I CAUGHT YOU SNATCHING THEIR UNDERWEAR LIKE SOME SHORT OF FUCKING INCEL GOBLIN."
"Okay I hear you but have you considered she tastes good?"
".....GIMME THAT."
- Dave is the kind of bf to ask if you wanna hold his dick while he pisses, look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong.
- Karkat is like "why are my matesprits fucking weirdos, How did i end up here. Is. this some weird human courtship what the fuck is this."
- They compete on who can make you cum first but jokes on them you make them both finish fast. So they just lay there in embarrassment
- They're both switches but you're mainly the bottom, they love to put you between them and go to town, usually kissing each other while your face is pressed up against Karkat's chest and you're babbling about how you're full.
- You'll ride them occasionally but they have to take over bc your thighs are straining and your whines get to them to where they take back over.
- Dave likes taking you from behind so you can't see his expressions and how red he gets and Karkat is a romantic fuck so he likes watching you AND Dave so he always wants to be facing you both.
- Both of them biting into your neck on different sides when they cum do everyone knows you're theirs, Karkat draws blood and laps it up.
- They're both into ur thighs
Dave likes to have your legs wrapped around his head, the pressure of you is just so calming and he wil gladly stay there and die happy if he can shove his face into your tummy.
- Karkat likes to bite them, he is fucking insatiable dude he is constantly marking you, making sure you smell like them, you make his troll brain go feral. He bites your thighs and bites Dave's chest, making sure they're deep enough to last.
- Oughhh matching rings/bracelets to show yall are each others
-Red for dave, gray for karkat, and black for you <33
Dave has gray and black, Karkats red and black and you red and gray so everyone's represented, even when you're apart, there are traces of you on one another.
Vi’s Draco Malfoy Masterlist by @littlemissnoname13
draco malfoy masterlist by @bellatrixscurls
Draco Malfoy Fic recs by @prttydolls
| draco malfoy | Masterlist | @earlgreydream
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 Masterlist by @harrysmmm
y/N Riddle was raised by Druella Black, her father vanished from the living in an attempt of killing Harry Potter, her mother remained a mystery to the girl. On her fifteenth birthday, the Dark Lord rises from the dead and commends her a mission: to find the Relics of Hogwarts within the castle and to bring them back to him, for his life depends on them. Y/N attends the sixth year at Hogwarts - students are curious about her because of her apparent connection to the former student Cedric Diggory, the golden trio suspects her and tries to dismantle her plan and Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin boy she grew up with, starts feeling maybe something more than just childhood affection. Objects to find, people to trust, feelings to understand, and a bloodline to hide. The Heir of Slytherin is back.
ᝰ Oneshots
Happy Memories; by @occlumencyneville
Reader’s crush makes her start flirting brazenly with the Slytherin Prince, and she tries to make some happy memories with him to help him create his Patronus.
Umbridge by @/occlumencyneville
Professor Umbridge was the most hated person in Hogwarts. When she turns her sights on punishing Draco’s girlfriend, it causes a chain of bad things for the reader. In the aftermath, reader and Draco share a sweet heart-to-heart.
Something There by @wizardwritings
Four years have passed since the war and you and Draco are now soon to be married. But as his insecurities catch up to him, he begins to wonder why someone like you would ever want to be with a former Death Eater like him. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Protective by @daydreaming-away-reality
Gryffindor!Reader
Amortentia by @elena-reina
Words hurt by @/elena-reina
everything you didn’t say by @wondernimbus
reader has secrets of her own. a party at the malfoy manor reveals them.
Breaking point by @/wondernimbus
draco reaches breaking point.
Battleground by @/wondernimbus
another summer morning by @/wondernimbus
Maybe by @/wondernimbus
The bet by @shysneeze
A bet she thought she could win until he started with the flowers… then she knew she was screwed.
Rita Skeeter by @drac-ho
You and Draco are still keeping your relationship secret and Rita Skeeter finds out and plasters it all over the Daily Prophet.
Fake kisses by @harrysweasleys
Weasley!Reader (same year as Ron but ten months younger) is dating Malfoy and her family is not on board. So, the twins take matters into their own hands and use polyjuice potion to transform into Draco and kiss Pansy. When reader sees, she breaks up with who she thinks is the real him. But the real Draco is very confused.
Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include.... By @siriusly-lovely
Drowning by @wreckofawriter
where Draco breaks up with you/reader because he’s a death eater , but then discovers ( reader/you ) is also a death eater and they feel less lonely going through together
Will You Marry Me? By @desiredmalfoy
Five times Draco ask you to marry him & One time he means it.
Sweater weather by @myysaints
it’s a cold, winter day, and draco’s sweater is just what you need
Attention seeker by @dracoslittleangel
cuddling for the first time with draco malfoy(hc) by @/dracoslittleangel
Slytherin by @vanishingcherry
you are harry’s younger sister, and got sorted into slytherin. (draco is a year older, based on canon timeline)
Fraternizing with the Enemy by @theonly1outof-a-billion
Your date at the Yule Ball ditched you, so now you’re alone, sipping on iced tea. That is, until a certain Slytherin extends a hand to you.
Resistance by @fallingforfictionalcharacterss
You fight side by side with DA against Umbridge´s Inquisitorial Squad. But are all of them that bad?
Resistance pt. 2 by @/fallingforfictionalcharacterss
Here & Now by @k2padfoot
For two years you’ve been alone with your son. Draco, unaware of his son, hasn’t seen you since Hogwarts but when he gets badly hurt at his new job the only healer who can help is you. Helping him meant risking your secret.
the way he loves her by @garfinkelstingle
continuation of “the way i loved you”. strongly advice to read that one first.
Affirmation by @elysian-i
Draco and reader have a fwb relationship, draco falls for someone else but the reader gets pregnant. She leaves Draco, but years later the two meet again.
Girl friend by @happyyyandcrazyyy
dating draco malfoy was always within pansy’s plan to ensure her future. there’s only one problem; she underestimated just how intertwined (y/n) was on draco’s life.
Time-Turners and Troubles. By @lazydreamer19
The Malfoy kids accidentally travel in time and watch their parents fall in love with each other.
Slytherin!Fem!Lupin!Reader by @sirisuorionblack
Draco, of all other students in his life, he had to fall for the Lupin girl, daughter of the blood traitor, younger sister of someone he was always afraid of.
Expecto Patronum by @Coffee--writes
In which, Draco Malfoy was never able to cast a Patronus. At least up until now…
Always so cold by @Finnwrld
the five times Draco Malfoy gave you his jumper and the one time you accepted
Sectumsempra by @dracowars
where y/n gets hit by sectumsempra instead of draco
Fighter by @/dracowars
where y/n and draco sleep in separate rooms due to an argument
part of the family | @/dracowars
where draco meets y/n parents, james and lily, for the first time
potter reader
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔. By @teddypickerry (fem! ravenclaw potter reader!)
after being verbally harassed by cormac mclaggen, your secret boyfriend draco must come to your rescue.
(fem! ravenclaw potter reader!)
Love Letters by @dreamingonfilm
In which Draco tries to find the girl who sends him love letters, unaware to the fact that it’s you.
Sea Salt Candles | @/dreamingonfilm
In which a drunk Draco confesses his feelings for you in the midst of your touch and the smell of sea salt.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 by @malfoyswand
draco malfoy sneaks you into the restricted section of the hogwarts library, but gets a little distracted.
Protection by @dracoxsworld
A Malfoy And A Potter | @mrsmikaelsxn
you and draco have been dating in secret but the secret comes out when you two attend the yule ball together
DOYOUWANTTOGOTOTHEBALLWITHME? | @toothfa-1-ry
Draco just can't seem to ask you to be his date for the Yule ball
𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 | @apparentlytheproblem
Draco Malfoy Headcannons!! | @s9fti3
archetype (so pretty that you kill me softly), | @dr3amlab
Draco wasn’t listening to you for he was too distracted by your beauty.
Loathing | @lqveharrington
you and draco have loathed one another since first year, but you know something happened over the summer before your sixth year. he had changed.
potter!reader
Family Tree | @/lqveharrington
Eleven years after the second wizarding war, you find yourself making lifelong decisions on platform 9¾ once more.
QUIDDITCH COLLISIONS | @shortnspidey
Unlike your famous boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, your personality was a refreshing change from the typical Slytherin arrogance. You often challenge Draco’s aggressive behavior, amusing some and annoying others. But when Draco gets seriously injured in a brutal Quidditch match, a chilling protectiveness surfaced. Anyone who dared to cross him or speak ill of him faced the real reason you were sorted into Slytherin. The ambition and ruthlessness of the house now burned within you, fueled by the fear of losing him.
This is a silly one but I’ve always found it interesting to see! Maybe the strawhats (platonic) with a very self-sacrificing reader? Like they don’t notice how genuinly bad it is until a big ultimatum where the reader happily just goes in head first to die for them knowing there’s no hope of saving them (but the strawhats do save them and now they all are kinda realising that maybe the reader isn’t just a bit of a reckless idiot)
I would have requested the dilfs for this but they fit more also LOVE all your writings and LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE the dilf content . Hope you’re having a good day!
The strawhats crew with a self-sacrificing!reader
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You are on the nursery room of the ship and can hear all the yells on the deck.
You can't hear the words but you can sense that they are angry. You start to feel sad because they are angry at you.
Then Chopper came back and started to check the bandages without saying a word.
"I'm sorry that you are mad at me, next time i would do it right."
Chopper looked at you and started crying while catching your hand.
"Please don't do that again, we don't want there to be a next time of this..."
You nodded and Chopper left the room, you were shocked that he said that, why would there no be another time? sacrificing for the team it's your thing, that's why you are worthy to the team.
The next weeks, while you recover, all your crewmates seem extremely careful and attentive with you.
Sanji prepares your favourite food and sits with you until you finish it.
Zoro makes you take naps with him when you are too much time standing up.
Ussop tries to make up jokes to make you laugh.
Robin and Nami do a lot of girls nights with you.
Brook keeps playing your favourite tunes.
Chopper is always by your side, cheking your wounds.
Luffy is there too, but just doing Luffy things.
You aren't used to all this attention, you feel really misplaced with all of this. Even though they are being really nice, it's noticable that there is a shadow upon all of them.
Once your wounds are finally closed and Chopper gives you the medical discharge, you go to the kitchen to tell them.
But they have a stressed look, they made you sit and Luffy took the word.
"Don't you ever do that again, you are part of the team and you can't run like that to danger, once we can pass it but you do it every time like your life is worth nothing and you almost died this last time..."
"But that is my part on the team, you have a doctor, swordsman, cook... i am the cannon meat, the one who sacrifices."
You said it with a smile but all of them are frowning, you could even saw a couple of tears on someone's eyes.
Luffy banned you from going to battle and you always had someone near you.
Even Chopper started studying some psychology to do therapy seasons with you.
You at first didn't saw the problem but since they all are so annoying about that, you do as they say.
Weeks passed and you started to notice that maybe they are right, that you shouldn't run directly into danger cause that would make them sad and you all are a team.
The moment you told them you were sorry and that you understood and won't do it again, was the moment they all cried like babies and suffocated you on a hug.
From now on, you would try to be more self-conscious about danger, so you won't hurt them again.
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very first kinktober prompt! i'm so excited to finally share this with u, hope u will enjoy it! sanji has been growing on me so much lately — it's kind of weird, but he's just way to adorable. so of course, i had to start with him
𐦍 of course you'll convince sanji, and he'll go absolutely crazy for it
18+ only, nsfw, piv, first time raw, soft, desesperate sanji
sanji x f reader
kinktober masterlist
Straddling him, it’s been over ten minutes that you’ve been kissing, grinding against each other. “Hmm, Sanji, don’t you want it?”
Of course he does. He wants every little thing you could think of, the thought of contradicting you would never even cross his mind, and you love teasing him for it. “ Don’t you want to make me feel good?”
He shakes his head quickly, as if disagreeing with you were unthinkable. “Of course I want to make you feel good. That's all I can think about.” You roll your hips, pulling a deep growl from his throat. “Hmm, you’re being so unfair to me, my love.”
“I want it, Sanji… please?” and how could he resist when your mouth is pressed against his neck?
Sanji really is the perfect boyfriend. He’d do absolutely anything for you – that’s why he finally agrees to make love raw for the first time.
“Y–mhh, wait, are you sure this is what you want?”
His cock is already out, hard and sticky, slapping against his happy trail. You push him back so he lays fully down on the bed. His hair spreads around his head like a golden halo. You reposition yourself, lifting your skirt. From where he is, he has the perfect view of your bare pussy, and he groans at the sight, biting his lips.
You take his cock in your hands, stroking it lazily a few times. “Wait…”, his breath is already coming in short, quick bursts. “I didn't even prepared you.”
You offer him a soft smile and raise your hips before pressing it right at your entrance. “I am always ready for you Sanji,” you whisper, sinking down onto him, pulling a moan from both of you. His head fell back, eyes rolling.
His big hands grip your thighs tightly. When his eyes find your face, he sees a sly, devilish smile. “M-my love…”
He is suddenly completely lost in this new sensation. Your warmth feels overwhelming now that there’s no condom between you. “Shit– so tight,” he chokes out.
You lean down on him, your face hovering above his, your hands sliding up to cup his cheeks.
“You’re so good Sanji”, you murmur, and he wonders how you can look so composed when he’s already on the verge of losing it.
Your hips move slowly at first, savoring the stretch, the way his cock fits into you perfectly without any barrier between. Sanji's grip on your thighs tighten, his fingers digging into your soft skin as if he needs to anchor himself.
“God… mhh fuck love, you feel unreal,” he groans voice broken with need.
You roll your hips again, teasing him, dragging his length out of you before sinking back down. He lets out a strangled moan, eyes fluttering shut, chest rising and falling rapidly. For a moment, he feels like his chest is going to burst – not just from the way you are squeezing him, so tight, but from the unbearable truth that he’s wanted this closeness for so long.
“Sanji, look at me,” you whisper, your hand sliding to his jaw, guiding his gaze back to yours. His eyes burn with a mix of desperation and adoration. “I– I can’t, I’ll lose it if I watch you too much,” he admits, his voice tight.
But you only smile, leaning down to press a slow kiss to his lips. “That’s the point.”
The kiss turns messy, hungry, your tongues tangling as you grind down harder. Sanji’s body jerks beneath you, his hands leaving your thighs to clutch at your waist, guiding your movements with shaky determination.
He gasps against your mouth, every thrust pulling another groan from his throat.
“I can’t—mon amour, I won’t last—shit, it’s too good—”
You bite his bottom lip gently, pulling back just enough to breathe against his lips. “Then don’t hold back.”
His eyes widen at your words, and something inside him snaps. In a rush, he flips you over, pinning you beneath him with surprising strength. His hair falls in messy strands around his face, his gaze wild and full of need. “Mon dieu, you’ll be the death of me,” he growls before slamming into you, deeper this time, making your back arch off the bed.
He rocks into you slowly at first, each thrust deep and deliberate, as if he wants to memorize the way you feel. Every drag of his cock makes your walls flutter, and his jaw clenches with restraint. “Fuck– mon amour, you’re so warm… so perfect,” he whispers against your skin, his breath hot on your collarbone.
Your nails scrape gently down his back, and he shudders, hips stuttering. You can feel how hard he’s fighting to hold himself together, to give you more than just raw need.
“Sanji…” you moan softly, rolling your hips up to meet his. The sound pulls a desperate groan from him, his forehead pressing to yours. “Don’t—ah, don’t say my name like that. I’ll lose it, I swear.”
You smile, mischievous, and run your tongue in a long stroke up his lips.
His breath catches. For a moment, he freezes, eyes wide and burning with desire. Then he thrusts harder, the sudden force making you gasp. His golden hair sticks to his damp forehead, his body trembling as though every nerve is on fire.
“Mon dieu– why do you do this to me?” he mutters, almost broken. His hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you down onto him with each movement.
The sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, wet and shameless. Sanji’s chest heaves, his teeth sinking into his lip as he watches your face twist with pleasure. He looks almost pained with how much he wants you.
“Please… tell me you feel it too,” he begs, his voice raw, as if your answer alone is the thread holding him back from falling apart.
Your hips rise to meet his, and the sound that escapes you is shameless, desperate. “Sanji– ahh, it feels so different, so close…” you moan, your voice breaking as his length drags deep inside.
He groans in response, forehead pressed against yours, his breath ragged. “Mon amour, don’t…”
But you cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders as you grind up against every thrust. “I want you to… I want to feel all of you ahh–.” Every moan he pulls from you makes him feel both powerful and vulnerable, as if your pleasure alone is the thing holding him together.
Sanji’s eyes roll back, a strangled curse slipping from his lips. His pace quickens, hips snapping forward harder, deeper. “Shit… you’re so tight, I can’t… fuck–”
You cry out, wrapping your legs around his waist, locking him in place. “Yes, yes don’t stop Sanji, I want to feel you everywhere,” you gasp, your voice high-pitched and trembling with need.
Your walls clench around him and he nearly breaks, teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle a guttural moan. “God, you’re squeezing me so good… I can’t hold it–”
You grab his face suddenly, forcing him to look at you. Your eyes are glazed, lips parted with desperate little gasps. “Don’t hold back. Cum with me, Sanji. P-please—I’m so close.” Your words shatter the last bit of restraint he had. His thrusts turn rougher, messier, chasing release.
Every stroke makes you cry out louder, your pussy fluttering uncontrollably around him.
“Oh my god– Sanji, I’m gonna– ahhh– ”
He kisses you hard, almost frantic, swallowing your cries as he drives into you one last time. The moment your orgasm crashes over you, your body tightens around him, pulling a guttural growl from his throat.
“Fuuuck– mon amour– ”
He empties himself deep inside you, hips jerking wildly as he rides out his release. Your moans mix with his groans, the room filled with nothing but wet sounds and the desperate cries of two lovers finally giving in.
When he collapses against you, chest heaving, you’re still trembling, your walls pulsing around him. His face buries into your neck, lips brushing against your damp skin. His cheeks flush deep, heat rushing straight to his head as he feels his spend around him. The sensation makes him dizzy, almost drunk on the intimacy, on the wet evidence clinging to both of you.
He stays inside you for a moment, chest pressed against yours, both of you shivering in the aftershocks. His breath is ragged, hot against your neck, and his hair clings damp to his temples.
“Mon amour…” he whispers, voice rough, almost broken. His lips brush along your jaw, your cheek, as if he can’t stop kissing you. “Thank you,” a kiss to your nose. “Thank you,” on your eyelid.
You smile softly, your thumb brushing the sweat from his brow. “You make me feel so loved, Sanji. So close. I wanted this with you.”
His chest tightens at your words. He kisses you deeply, slower this time, pouring everything he can’t fully express. When he pulls back, his thumb is stroking circles against your hip, his gaze fixed on you like you’re the only thing that matters. “Did I hurt you? Was it too much?” he asks gently, almost shy now despite the passion that just shook him.
You shake your head, giggling softly. “No… it was perfect. You were perfect.” Relief washes over his features, and he exhales shakily. He peppers your collarbone with tiny kisses, then your shoulder, then the inside of your wrist. Every touch is a silent thank you.
Noo but we all know Graves clocks everything. And I mean EVERYTHING reader tries to keep from him. Imagine how worked up he would get thinking they‘re keeping a bad secret and reader is just trying to surprise him with a trip or vacation. I think that tension would end horribly and he‘d feel so bad about it afterwards, but during he‘d be going full operative trying to find „intel“ about what they are doing behind his back🙈🙈 i love miscommunication trope sometimes
Oh, this ask is so good for him because, yeah, he absolutely clocks everything, but the problem is that he does not always clock it correctly 😭I’m a full believer that he really struggles with putting the paranoia aside to relax.
Like, Phillip notices the shift immediately.
You think you are being subtle. You are not.
You are suddenly taking calls in the other room. Closing your laptop when he walks by. Getting weird about your calendar. Smiling at your phone and then going completely neutral when he asks what’s funny.
And to a normal man, maybe that’s nothing.
To Phillip Graves?
That is a pattern.
And once he notices a pattern, he cannot leave it alone.
Dog with a bone.
He tells himself he is not snooping. He is not spiraling. He is not being unreasonable.
He is just… gathering information.
Which is somehow worse.
Because in his head, he is being calm about it. Controlled. Strategic.
Meanwhile, you are just trying to plan a surprise trip without him ruining it by being himself.
He starts small. Watches where your attention goes. Notices when you move your phone face down. Tracks the little pauses in conversation where you almost say something and then stop.
And the worst part is, he does not even ask directly at first. He just starts circling.
“Busy today?”
You don’t look up from your phone fast enough. “Not really.”
“Mhm.”
You glance at him. “What?”
“Nothin’.”
But it is not nothing. It is never nothing with him.
He leans against the counter, arms folded, watching you with that quiet, unreadable expression that makes your skin prickle.
“Been on your phone a lot.”
You blink. “Okay?”
“Just noticed.”
“You notice everything.”
His mouth twitches, but it does not quite turn into a smile. “Usually a good thing.”
“Usually annoying.”
“Can be.”
And then he lets it go.
Except he absolutely does not let it go.
Because later, when he sees a confirmation email flash across your screen and you shut the laptop a little too fast, something in him sharpens.
Not anger. Not yet. Concern dressed up as control.
“What was that?”
You look up, too casual. “What was what?”
His jaw shifts slightly.
That answer tells him more than the email did.
You know it too, because you immediately look annoyed with yourself.
“Phillip.”
“What?”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what, Sweetheart?”
“That thing where you act like you’re not interrogating me.”
He huffs, almost amused, but his eyes stay fixed on you. “I asked one question.”
“You asked it like you already had evidence.”
That gets him quiet.
Because he does.
Not real evidence. Not anything that actually proves anything. Just pieces. Little ones. The kind his brain has already started arranging into something ugly before you even know there is a problem.
Gut instinct from years of doing what he does.
You close the laptop fully now, which is the worst possible thing you could have done.
His eyes flick down to it. Then back to you.
“Something you wanna tell me?”
Your stomach drops, because you realize too late that he is not teasing anymore.
He thinks something is wrong.
Actually wrong.
And for half a second, you consider just telling him. Ruining the surprise. Ending this before it gets weird.
But you are stubborn.
And he is being ridiculous.
So you lift your chin boldly and say, “No.”
That is where it starts going badly.
Because Phillip can handle a lot of things. Danger. Distance. Silence. Complicated logistics. People lying to his face with a loaded gun in their hand.
But you hiding something from him?
That gets under his skin in a completely different way.
His expression closes off.
Slowly.
Enough that you feel it happen.
“Alright,” he says.
You narrow your eyes. “Alright?”
He nods once. “Alright.”
But his voice has gone too even.
Too flat.
And suddenly you are annoyed too, because this was supposed to be nice. You have been trying to plan something good for him. Something easy. Something where he does not have to be Commander Graves or CEO or the man who always has everything handled.
Just Phillip.
Your Phillip.
And now he is standing in your kitchen looking at you like you are a threat assessment.
So, naturally, you snap.
“You know, not everything is a covert operation.”
His eyes lift back to yours. He tilts his head and folds his arms.
A beat.
Then, very calmly, “Didn’t say it was.”
“You’re acting like it is.”
“I’m acting like you’re hiding something from me.”
“I am hiding something from you.”
That lands.
Wrong.
You see it the second it does.
His face changes. Not dramatically. Not enough for anyone else to notice, maybe. But you know him. You know the way his jaw stills, the way his shoulders settle back, the way his eyes go cold when something gets filed away under problem.
Your own stomach twists.
“Phillip.”
He gives you a tight little nod, like he has all the information he needs.
“Got it.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I think I do.”
“You absolutely do not.”
“Then explain.”
You exhale sharply, looking away, frustrated enough now that your own emotions are tangled up with the secret you were trying to keep. “I can’t.”
His mouth presses into a thin line.
And there it is.
The worst possible answer.
You can see the thoughts move behind his eyes. See him building something out of all the wrong pieces.
The hidden calls.
The closed laptop.
The calendar.
The smile you tried to hide.
The confirmation email.
Your refusal to explain.
By the time he speaks again, his voice is lower.
“What kind of secret are we talkin’ about?”
Your head snaps back toward him. “Are you serious?”
“Very.”
You laugh once, humorless and disbelieving. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like I’m crazy for noticing.”
“You are not crazy for noticing. You are crazy for whatever conclusion you just jumped to.”
He steps closer then. Not crowding, exactly, but close enough that the air changes.
“Then correct me.”
You stare at him, heart pounding now for an entirely different reason.
Because he is hurt. That is the worst part.
He is angry, yes. Defensive. Getting sharper by the second. But under it, he is hurt in a way he would rather swap out his gum for broken glass than admit.
“You really think I would do something to hurt you?” you ask, quieter now.
That stops him. Not fully. But enough.
His eyes flick over your face once, like he is checking the question for a trap.
“I think people keep secrets for a reason.”
“Yeah,” you say, your voice rising again despite yourself. “Sometimes because they’re trying to do something nice for someone who cannot let anything be normal for five goddamn seconds.”
Silence.
His brows draw together slightly, his arms unfolding.
“…what?”
You breathe out hard through your nose, then turn, grabbing your laptop off the table.
“Forget it.”
“Sweetheart.”
“Nope.”
You open it with more force than necessary, click through your email, and turn the screen toward him, setting it on the table.
The confirmation page is still there.
Flights.
Hotel.
A stupidly nice resort you spent weeks researching because you knew he would never plan something like this for himself for no reason. A few days away. No work. No meetings. No contracts. Just sun, water, and the chance to see if he remembered how to relax without treating it like an assignment.
Phillip stares at the screen.
For once, he says nothing. Absolutely nothing.
You cross your arms, watching the realization hit him piece by piece.
The tightness leaves his face first.
Then the cold.
Then the anger.
And finally, something worse takes its place.
Guilt.
“Shit,” he says quietly.
You let out a short, bitter laugh. “Yeah. Shit.”
His eyes lift to yours slowly.
You are still angry. He can see that. Hurt too, probably. Embarrassed, which only makes you angrier, because you had been excited about this. You had pictured his reaction a dozen different ways, and none of them involved him looking at you like he was trying to decide if you had betrayed him.
His voice drops.
“Darlin’…”
“Don’t.”
He stops immediately.
Good.
You close the laptop and hold it against your chest like it can still protect whatever is left of the surprise.
“I was trying to do something nice for you.”
“I know.”
“No, you didn’t.”
His jaw tightens at that, but not defensively this time.
Because you are right. He did not know.
He assumed.
He assessed.
He turned you into a situation before he let you be a person. And now he has to stand there with that.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
It comes out simple.
No excuse. No explanation. Just the words.
You stare at him for a second, arms still folded.
Then you let out a slow breath through your nose.
“You went full interrogation over a vacation.”
His jaw shifts.
A beat.
Then his eyes flick down briefly, like he knows he has absolutely no defense.
“Yeah.”
“Good work, Phillip.”
His mouth twitches at your dry tone.
“I messed that up.”
“Bad.”
“Real bad,” he agrees, serious as anything.
You shake your head, still annoyed, but the sharpest edge of it is already starting to dull. Because that is the thing about Phillip. He can stand there looking guilty and smug at the same time, somehow, like even his regret has posture.
“And you ruined the surprise,” you add.
“I did.”
“You did.”
He nods once, solemn. “Terrible work on my part.”
You narrow your eyes. “Don’t get cute.”
“Wasn’t tryin’ to.”
“You’re always trying to.”
That gets him. Just a little. The corner of his mouth pulls before he can stop it, and it only makes you glare harder.
He lifts one hand slightly, like he’s surrendering. “In my defense, secrets and my line of work don’t exactly go together, Honey.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Did my American Airlines confirmation trigger your MARSOC special ops black site, whatever, bullshit training?”
His brows lift. “Was Delta, not American Airlines.”
“Not the point.”
“Just sayin’.”
“Phillip.”
He presses his mouth shut, but the smile is still there, tucked at the corner like he’s trying to behave and failing.
You set the laptop on the counter beside you before he can inspect anything else and ruin whatever is left of this. “You’re impossible.”
“Mhm,” he hums, taking one careful step closer. “And yet…”
“Do not.”
He stops, but only technically. Close enough now that the air changes. Close enough that his hands come up slowly, giving you every chance to swat him away before they settle at your waist.
You don’t.
Unfortunately.
His palms are warm through your shirt, familiar in a way that makes your annoyance very inconvenient.
“So,” he says carefully, eyes flicking to the laptop, then back to you. “Vacation, hmm?”
You give him a flat look. “Not interrogating?”
“Not interrogating,” he promises. “Asking. ”
“You’re on thin ice.”
His mouth curves. “Always.”
“Especially right now.”
“I’m aware.” His thumbs move once at your waist. Slow. Testing. “So… vacation.”
“Yes.”
“We talkin’ beach?”
“Mhm.”
“Tequila?”
“By the bottle.”
“Sun?”
“Of course, Phillip.”
His eyes drag over your face, warm and amused now, that earlier tension finally easing into something softer. More him.
A beat.
Then, lower, with entirely too much interest,
“We talkin’ you in a bikini?”
You stare at him.
The smile on his face grows by half an inch.
“Not anymore, asshole.”
His head tips back slightly and he groans miserably like you’ve wounded him. “You’re killin’ me here, Sweetheart.”
“You interrogated me over plane tickets.”
“And I apologized.”
“Yeah, and you can forget about helping with my sunscreen now.”
“Now hold on,” he says, suddenly very serious. “Let’s not make emotional decisions. No one needs to get hurt here.”
You laugh before you can stop yourself, and his whole face changes when he hears it.
Not a lot.
Just enough.
His hands settle a little more securely at your waist, like he knows he’s been forgiven halfway and he’s smart enough not to push for the rest too fast.
“You’re insane,” you mutter.
“Maybe,” he says, softer now, leaning just a little closer. “But apparently you’re takin’ me on vacation anyway.”
I think we can all agree that Sherlock isn't the most dialled-in at the beginning of your relationship
He hasn't really done anything like this before. All he knows is that it makes him happy to see you happy.
It starts off with little things, like him noticing how widely you smile when he brings you flowers, or pulls out your chair for you when you go out to dinner.
Once you've been together for a while, he asks for you to share your location with him. He only ever checks it when he knows you're on your way to his flat. You've never connected the dots as to how he always manages to be stirring the milk into your tea and handing it to you the second you walk through his front door.
Memorising your routine is a piece of cake for Sherlock Holmes. He knows what hours you work, how often you get your nails done, where you get your coffee from.
You've been together for just under a year when you go to pay after your nail appointment, only to be told that the appointment has been paid for in advance (you've never paid for your nails since because they are always paid for in advance now)
You barely ever have to get yourself coffee any more, because Sherlock meets you at your door every morning as you're leaving for work, delivering you coffee and a kiss.
Getting the tube? Not on Sherlock's watch. He's either ordering you a taxi, or he's hopping in a taxi himself to come and pick you up, even if it takes twice as long.
The bouquet of flowers which lives on your kitchen table is replaced without you seeing just before it begins to wilt.
One of your makeup/skincare products is running low? you open your bathroom cabinet and a replacement has appeared overnight.
If you mention that you like the look of something or would like to try something, you can guarantee it's showing up in your apartment within the next few days.
Essentially, Sherlock uses his talent for observation to ensure that you never want for anything because you're his girl, and his girl deserves everything she wants and more.
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This came to me in a dream and I immediately had to write it down lol
extremely niche and probably ooc brodinson headcanon: frank and joe from the basement yard podcast are an excellent example of the kind of relationship that thor and loki would have in a healed/nothing-ever-went-wrong au
Good to know that you've opened requests because do I have A WONDERFUL request for YOU!
Okay okay, of course for me I'm going to request Loki so here goes...
Loki and Reader are arranged to marry and have never met before (either Reader is a princess or just a lady). The day of the wedding, reader suggests a first touch with her fiance - how could Frigga deny that? So they do it. Then, when they see each other at the altar, it's as if the world stops for them both.
I left it a bit vague so you can expand but I am so excited to see what you make of it! I love you so much and please do DM me if you need something 🫂🥰❤️
~LRM
Marrying a Stranger
Loki Odinson x fem!Princess!Reader
Summary: You are arranged to marry Prince Loki of Asgard. Fear and pre-wedding nerves get the better of you and you can't help but ask Frigga for help. Of course is the good-hearted Queen more than willing to help out...
a/n: I actually wanted to post a new chapter of 'Through the Years' today, BUT the birthday of my wonderful friend @lady-rose-moon is definitely more important. 🥰 Therefore, I'd like to post this lil' oneshot as a gift. 😊 Again, happy (belated) birthday, friend!
Ps. I'm also incredibly sorry that his took me so long to write... I hope you like it nevertheless! I love you, too! 💚
The day had arrived. The day you looked forward to in excitement and anticipation, but also with fear and nervousness. Your wedding. Your arranged wedding, to be precisely.
You were a princess. Only daughter of the king and queen of Vanaheim. And due to the royal blood pumping through your veins, you were not allowed to choose the man you'd marry. The man would be chosen for you. At first, you didn't approve of this and were literally appalled by the mere imagination of marrying a strange man you had never seen before, but your mother and all your tutors had quickly put you in your place.
There was no way out of this - and you had to accept that. It was your fate. Your destiny. The destined path for a princess.
This is not of importance, sweetheart. You don't have to meet your future husband, in order to marry him.
A few centuries ago, when you had reached womanhood, your marriage was arranged and announced within the kingdom. You were bespoken to king Odin's and queen Frigga's youngest son... Prince Loki of Asgard.
Throughout all the years you had never met your betrothed.
That is the man I shall marry?
That was what your mother had answered to your question if you could meet the prince you were going to marry.
So, the topic was off the table. You had been taught to obey your mother, so why would you dare to ever ask her again? The decision was made. No meant no. You only ever heard stories of your future husband... That he was quite special - and not in the good way. Most people spoke of his mischievous and cunning nature. Some even said villainous, brute and rebellious. To hear those words scared you.
You had dreamed of true love and romance. Of being courted and wooed. You dreamed of a sweet, kind man who would treat you like you deserved - and not of a brute who would treat you like his maid. You spent endless sleepless nights within your chambers, thinking about your future with Loki. What if he truly was just a harsh, mischievous scamp? What if your dreams were about to shatter?
And now, suddenly the moment had come...
But then you started to hear other stories of Loki Odinson as well. About how charming and witty he is. How gentlemanly and eloquent. And how utterly handsome he shall look.
You were torn. Torn by every story they told you - and the worst part was that you never got to find out what the truth was and which talk was cheap. At least not until the day you would marry him. It left you a mess.
You were standing in a huge chamber in the royal palace of Asgard. The room bustled with maids, who were preparing everything to get you ready for the wedding ceremony. You nervously fumbled your fingers; constantly tugging at the soft fabric of your wine red dress. Your mother had just left the room along with your father; leaving you and your troubled mind alone.
From the first encounter with Frigga, you could tell that she had a heart of gold. She was so kind and lovely. Perhaps the most good-hearted person you ever met. You got along with your future mother-in-law instantly. She had welcomed you with open arms. And right in that moment, you couldn't picture another way out.
You couldn't deny the anxiety any longer. It hit you full force; realisation dawning on you like the sun... I can't marry a man I never saw in my life.
So, you decided to order a maid to fetch the only person you hoped would be kind enough to help you. Queen Frigga. The Allmother. You and your family had arrived about a week ago and even in that week you never got to see Loki. Only the king and queen. Not the princes.
Frigga gently took your hands in hers and led you over to the bed; sitting down with you. "What is the matter, dear? The fear within you is stronger than your nervousity. I can feel it." You swallowed hard, "I- It's... It's just..." and had to take a deep breath. "I'm afraid of marrying a man I never saw in my life. I-I know that this is not of importance and probably even forbidden, but-" A radiant smile forming on the queen's lips interrupted you. You furrowed your brows; were confused. Even more when she started to chuckle.
Only a few moments passed, before the young maid returned to your chambers; following the queen.
"Y/N, my dear..." She immediately walked up to you. "You called for me?" You just nodded; anxious eyes meeting Frigga's beautiful blue ones. "I-I did. Could we... Could we talk in private?" "Of course!" She reassured you, then clapped her hands twice. "Would you all please leave and give us some privacy?" All the maids stopped in their tasks and immediately rushed to leave your chambers.
"My son requested the exact same. Barely before you called me to your chambers, I sat with Loki and spoke about this with him as well. I guess you are quite similar in that case." She chuckled again and reached for your hand again. You just stared at her; not quite believing what she just said. "I understand you, dear. I couldn't do such a thing either. Back when I had to wed my husband, I demanded to at least see him and share a few sentences with him beforehand as well. It helped me to adapt to the situation I was in. Therefore, I can't deny yours, neither my son's wish." Frigga stood up and offered you her arm. "Come on."
You swallowed hard; feeling your heart beat rapidly against your chest, as you approached the little pavilion.
You blinked; were utterly speechless. You knew Frigga would understand you, but that... That wasn't something you anticipated to happen. Still a bit stunned, you stood up and took her offer. She led you out of your chambers, down several hallways you had never seen before, until you were outside the palace and had reached a beautiful garden. She stopped, nodding towards a small pavilion quite a few meters away, which was surrounded by rose bushes and cherry trees.
"My son is waiting for you in the pavilion." Frigga let go of your arm and gave you a smile. "You have about an hour before the maids will return to get you both ready for the ceremony. Make sure to be back at your chambers by that time." With a wink and a soft pad on your arm, she turned around and left.
Your heart skipped a beat.
Carefully - almost shyly, you peeked around the corner.
A man was standing in the middle of the small pavilion, with his back towards you; hands clasped behind his lower back. You could see that he was wearing a green tunic and black leather boots. Gold accents highlighted his whole outfit.
He had long hair - as black as the feathers of a raven. It fell in soft curls over his shoulders. Your gaze climbed up and down his body. He was tall. Norns, he was so tall - and his hands were big. You could tell. They would swallow yours whole.
"H-Hello?" A dark, smooth and slightly high-pitched voice spoke. "A-Are... Are you Princess Y/N?" You could tell by his voice that he was nervous, too. Probably even afraid - just like you.
You didn't even notice how your mouth fell agape. Or how you made another small step forwards; totally enhanced by the God you saw standing in front of you.
Barely after you set one foot in front of the other, a small twig snapped underneath the weight of your body. You flinched - and the man quickly turned to face you; flinching the slightest bit as well. The gust which was created by Loki's quick spin was sent directly into your direction and no second later, his scent hit you; invaded your nostrils... Leather, something dark and musky, charred wood and a slight hint of mint and something fruity. It smelled so rich, so divine, but also so addictive and cosy. You almost fainted.
You needed a moment to get yourself together. "Y-Yes, I-" Your words faded into a gasp as your eyes met his for the first time ever. He had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. Blue like water and as deep as the oceans. They held so many emotions. Nervousity and fear, but also curiosity and excitement. But above all kindness - the same kindness which sparkled within his mother's eyes.
Loki smiled and took a few cautious steps towards you. "It is my utmost pleasure to meet you, my princess." He gathered a bit of his bravery and hesitatingly reached for your hand, taking it gently in his. With a soft bow, he bestowed a small kiss upon your knuckles; soft, smooth lips brushing against your cold skin. A shudder rippled through you.
"The- The pleasure is a-all mine, my prince." You more or less stammered out, now utterly distracted by his chiselled facial features. High cheekbones, sharp jawline and a perfectly shaped nose. Norns, you thought. He looks like carved out of marble.
Loki gave you a smile. "Thank you for agreeing to this little... secret meeting. I-I just had to see you before the ceremony, I-" You gave his hand - which still enveloped yours a soft squeeze. "I know. I felt the same way." A nervous chuckle left his lips, followed by an even bigger smile. "That makes this situation so much easier..." You reciprocated his smile. "Indeed, my prince."
You took a seat on the small, cosy bench and decided to use the time you had left to talk and get to know each other at least a little bit, before you'd become husband and wife. It was exactly what you - and Loki needed. But especially, it calmed your fears of marrying a brute, despiteful man. They had been wrong... Oh so wrong. Loki was not like that. He was like you hoped he'd be. Kind, gentlemanly, sweet - and utterly romantic. His heart may be battered and bruised, but you could feel that this man would do everything to be a good, loving husband for you.
The hour flew by way too fast; within the blink of an eye and soon it was time to part ways - for now.
"Thank you, my pri-" "Loki. Please... It's Loki for you." That made you blush even more - if that was even possible. "Thank you, Loki." You smiled. "I can't believe I'm going to be wed to such a handsome, polite and sweet man either."
"Again... Thank you for agreeing to this." Loki said; voice soft. You shook your head. "No need to thank me. I wanted this, too, you know..."
Silence settled over the both of you, until he let out a soft, breathy chuckle. "I can't believe I'm marrying such a beautiful, kind-hearted woman in barely a few hours." You blushed in the darkest shades of crimson at his words; suppressing a girlish giggle to slip past your lips.
That caused Loki to blush.
A nervous chuckle bubbled from deep within his chest. "Thank you-" "Y/N." You interrupted him. "Y/N." The way he rolled his name off your tongue almost send you into another dimension - you were sure of it.
His words hit you straight into your heart. You could swear it was aflame by now, burning for this man you knew so little, but were going to wed in a few hours.
"Are you still nervous?" Loki asked then; eyes soft. You nodded. "Y-Yes, I- I'm afraid it's going to get worse..." You giggled nervously; desperately trying to play it cool, but failing.
He took your hand in his again; gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. "I know this is normal. I-I am nervous, too, but... Please don't worry. You are not alone in this. I'll be there - and I won't ever let go of you."
You took deep breaths; smiling brightly. Now you could say that you were really looking forward towards your wedding. For the first time in centuries.
"T-Thank you. That is really reassuring to know. I-I won't let go either." Loki smiled, "That's good to know, my darling." and leaned in for a delicate, small peck on your lips. It was gentle and barely lasting - but it felt so right. So good.
Before you were able to answer something, his hand slipped from yours as he was passing you by; stepping out of the pavilion and out of your sight.
"You look beautiful, sweetheart." Your mother said with tears in her eyes. She placed her pointer finger underneath your chin. "It's time for you to enter the next chapter of your life. A lot is going to change, I know - but your whole life was spent preparing you for exactly that moment. You're a strong woman, Y/N. Never doubt that. And Loki is going to be a wonderful husband. He's the perfect match."
By now, you had to fight off the tears as well.
Your mother leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. "I'm so proud of you, just like your father. I love you." You smiled; swallowing hard to get rid of the lump in your throat. "Thank you, mama. I love you, too." She gave you a loving, motherly smile and left to sit with the other wedding attendants.
You took a deep breath and with the sounds of the fanfare, you stepped through the golden doors and slowly walked down the red carpet towards Loki - who stood at the altar; dressed in his ceremonial armour, waiting for your arrival.
All eyes were on you, but you only had eyes for your prince.
When his eyes landed on you, they widened immediately; his mouth falling agape. He watched how your wedding dress swayed softly with each step you took.
She looks absolutely beautiful, he thought; feeling his heart beating rapidly against his chest.
It was all you needed in that moment.
You walked slowly, gracefully - like you've been taught. It felt like an eternity, until you finally reached him.
Loki immediately stretched out his hands for you to lay yours in his - and you did. The moment you touched, it felt like you could finally breathe normal again. His skin was so soft and warm; giving you the feeling of warmth and comfort. For you, his touch was a safe haven. He was anchoring you; preventing you to get lost in the sea of no-man's-land.
You looked up. His endless blue eyes met yours for the second time - and time seems to stand still around you. In that moment, it was only you and him.
You smiled and finally weren’t afraid anymore of the future. Not if it involved the man right in front of you.
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Chapter 2
Miscellaneous Hiddleston AUs
• AU: Tom Hiddleston as the Prince of Scotland
• Lessons from the Viscount (Viscount!Hiddleston x Reader, Reader x William Buxton, Reader x John Plumptre): As a debutante in the Regency era, you attend your first etiquette class, along with the other boys and girls of London’s upper crust. Heading the class is the charismatic Viscount Hiddleston, rumored to be a former Shakespearean actor who returned to London to look after his familal estate. And it isn’t long before he takes a liking to you.
THREATS OF A GOOD TIME
(FEATURING MODERN!HENRY V X READER, LOKI X READER, AND SPECIAL APPEARANCES FROM BENEDICK, SYLVIE, AND OAKLEY)
The day is Monday, February 10, and nothing says 'good morning' quite like a hangover, waking up in a stranger's bed, and pink confetti. What follows is fun, romance, and the ups and downs of an unlikely group of friends in London.
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.
Synopsis: Everyone has forgotten your birthday, expect your loving boyfriend Loki who has a special evening planned for you.
✧ Pancakes, Poetry, and Orgasms by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Synopsis: It's your birthday, and you have three requests.
✧ Prince Charming by gaitwae • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Synopsis: Loki is determined to make your birthday special, despite your protests.
✧ Spa Day by sserpente • 18+ • 〔F᜶E〕 •
Synopsis: Imagine taking Loki to a thermal bath spa, whirlpools, saunas & massages included. It's all fun & games until you have to explain why the private rest area you—usually intended for couples—comes with champagne & warm, liquid chocolate...
✧ A Perfect Birthday by peterman-spideyparker • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✧ A Special Sweet Breakfast by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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.
A/N: I was running out of room on my original. I Like to keep authors together so I transfer the more current authors (ones whom are consistently updating) here!
✑ By Hook or By Crook by give-me-a-moose • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Synopsis: You have spent your entire life scheming for Loki's affections. Loki has spent his entire life protecting you from his darkness. In the game of love, who will win?
✑ Princess and the Prince, the by agentofkrypton • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
Synopsis: Loki Odinson was the darker prince, the one who caused mischief... You are innocent and sweet, while Loki is rough and mean. Yet you still fall in love with him, and for you, he melts.
✑ Rite, the
✑ 50 Shades of Green by fictive-sl0th • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: After the team mistakes you for Thor's girlfriend, Loki reminds you who your husband is...
✑ A Fine Silken Robe by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Loki has a luxurious w*nk [while thinking about] you."
✑ A Strange Little World by ijuststareatstuffhereok89 •
Synopsis: …
✑ All I Could Give You by muddyorbsblr • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Summary: "It seems that nearly the entirety of Asgard had forgotten that today was supposed to be a day of celebration. Everyone but you, at least."
✑ All the Right Places by mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Synopsis: …
✑ Chambermaid, the by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔M᜶E〕 •
Synopsis: …
✑ Chosen by lillianofliterature • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Synopsis: After Thor asks to court you, Loki's livid, believing he has once again lost to his 'perfect' brother, little does he know he's the one that hold your heart.
✑ Coronation by sserpente • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Synopsis: Imagine being Thor's and Loki's childhood friend. While Loki and you secretly begin developing romantic feelings for one another, it is Thor who unexpectedly asks to court you on the day of his coronation…
✑ Handmaiden, the by rosaline-black • 〔F〕 •
Synopsis: You are but a simple handmaiden, daughter of the cook, but Loki is enchanted by you.
Summary: "Loki starts your marriage by breaking tradition. Naturally."
✑ I Feel Like I'm Drowning by mischiefmaker615 • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: Enough is enough.. no more excuses, no more hints..
✑ Ice and Fire by loving-barnes • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Synopsis: Loki's jealousy makes him do more than just fight the girl he secretly loves.
✑ In Defence of a Prince by tricksterlokilaufeyson • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: After stepping up to defend him during a night out, Loki rewards you for your loyalty.
✑ In the Quiet of the Morning by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Soft morning sex with Loki.
✑ Intertwined Hearts by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "After a conversation with his mother, Loki makes a big decision —and surprises you."
✑ King of Asgard by smolvenger • 18+ • 〔F᜶E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: As the wife of Prince Loki of Asgard, you suddenly discover that Odin and Thor are gone. You are made queen and your dear husband is king. But a king needs an heir...
✑ Little Valkyrie by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Imagine Loki sneaking you into the Avengers Tower for a night full of passionate love-making. Getting caught by the Avengers, however, was not part of the plan..."
✑ Love is Mischief by holymultiplefandomsbatman • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "...A prank leads you to come to terms with your feelings, but does Loki feel the same way?"
✑ My Darling Dove by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Prompt(s): "You're so innocent, yet your curiosity wanders far beyond anything pure. Shall I be your guide to the most sinful, ravishing, and utterly glorious pleasures of all?"
✑ Needle in a Haystack by wherethefandomat • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Today's the day Loki returns from Midgard with Thor and you can't wait to have your prince back in your arms or between your legs.
✑ Never Enough by liminalpebble • 〔M᜶C〕 •
Summary: "It's not a easy life in Asgard's palace as Frigga's witchling apprentice and a victim of relentless teasing thanks to Thor and his warrior posse. You feel like a failure and a misfit, until the patron god of failures and misfits decides to comfort you."
✑ Never Let Go || Prt. 02 by ladylovesloki • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Synopsis: You and Loki have been courting for long time, you're both ready to take the next step in your relationship. However, there is someone determined to make sure you never walk down the aisle.
Synopsis: Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm.
✑ Prince is Dead, the || Prt. 02 by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "Shaken by Loki's death on Svartálfheim, you confront the one you blame the most. Odin."
✑ Princess & the Stable Boy, the by ijuststareatstuffhereok89 •
✑ Sober Thoughts by certifiedskywalker • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Odin's sons know how to party and they love to try to drag you along with them. Even when you decide to spend the night in, Thor and Loki have a habit of bringing the party to you."
✑ Spring Heat by joyful-enchantress • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: You help your husband through his yearly heat, which is part of the Jotun mating cycle. He's afraid he might hurt you, but you are determined to stay...
✑ Sworn Fidelity by muddyorbsblr • 16+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •
Summary: When the others conspired to bring Thor home, you attempted to stop them fearing Loki's wrath. When they inevitably subdue you and your fellow soldiers, you're the one tasked to relay to him the unfortunate turn of events.
✑ Take All of Me by five-miles-over • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki takes great delight in 'ruining' his innocent, shy girlfriend for the first time"
✑ That Black Suit by idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[You've feelings for] Loki and can't keep it a secret after seeing Loki in the black suit."
✑ Thin Ice by mischiefmaker615 •
Summary: You make the discovery that Loki is a Frost Giant
✑ Welcome Him Home by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki has only one wish when he arrives home from a [six-week-long] battle."
✑ Who Could Ever Compare to You? by trashywormeateroffics • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You have a conversation with Loki after he does some dumb things because of jealousy."
✑ A Bargain by tricksterlokilaufeyson • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ A Not So Funny Joke by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ A Quiet Celebration by sarahscribbles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Being Followed by divine-knight-hand •
✑ Courage to Make Love Known by idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 • 〔F〕 •
✑ Enough by tricksterlokilaufeyson • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Flowers by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Flustered by Asgard's Prince by idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Heaven Help the Fool… by five-miles-over • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ His Fair Lady by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ I'm Right Here, Love by tricksterlokilaufeyson • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Jealous? by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 •
✑ Jealousy by idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Light to His Dark, the by dilemmaontwolegs • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Little God by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Little Moments by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ My Innocent Princess by clandestineloki •
✑ My Mistakes by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction •
✑ My Queen by sserpente • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Pet by mostly-marvel-musings • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Pledge Allegiance by wherethefandomat • 16+ • 〔E〕 •
✑ Purple and Red by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Safe and Sound by sserpente • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Seamstress, the by yetanotherhiddlestoner • 〔F〕 •
✑ Secret by agentofkrypton • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Sleepy Prince by agentofkrypton • 〔F〕 •
✑ Stay Here with Me by asgardwinter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ To War by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •
✑ Wound by baseballbitch116 • 〔F᜶E〕 •
✑ You're Alive by idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ You Tell Her, or I Will by lokidokieokie • 〔F᜶M〕 •
✑ Betrothed to Thor, but Falling for Loki… by agentofkrypton • 〔F᜶M〕 •
✑ Waking Loki Up with Sweet Kisses by multific • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
request: hc for dating loki and being thor’s bff? also vice versa? (two different hc) also, for both can the reader be short? and the reader is an avenger and human. ty!
a/n: yes yes yes yes FINALLY some marvel content for me <333 im just going to do loki and being thor’s bff bc im a loki whore (also i have no idea HOW this became so long omg)
warnings: cursing, some suggestive jokes, mention of drinking
you didn’t know how it happened
you just knew there was no way of stopping it once it had begun
the moment thor joined the team
you knew he would become immensely important to you
he had the same happy spirit as you
always prepared for a good time
always loyal
always a ray of sunshine
just like you
the two of you were known as the “never shut the fuck up about how great everything is” duo of the team
always the optimists
you taught him about earth and your favorite things to do
from karaoke to bar hopping
and he made fun of your shortness whenever he could
“i understand that i am a god, and everyone is smaller than i am, but you, you are simply tiny”
the two of you were fast and forever friends
thor’s brother, on the other hand, presented a challenge
he was everything you weren’t
and thought it was never that he was unkind, you always had the feeling he was judging you
always watching you with those intense eyes while you talked with thor
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warnings: NSFW 18+. AFAB reader. reader referred to as 'sweet girl'. insecurities regarding reader and loki's relationship. negative self-talk. reader bottoms. teasing loki. boobs and nipple-sucking. oral (reader/fem-receiving). implied second round.
word count: 2.1k
notes: trying out a new aesthetic for images, all found on pinterest! also i unfortunately only find loki attractive in marvel rivals...also lady loki is hot lol. very high chance of mischaracterization…sorry
asgard wasn’t what you had expected it to be. it took a lot of convincing to even get you there and you had hoped that it would be everything loki hyped it up to be.
spoilers: it was not.
from day one you were judged for your mortality. a mortal and a god was not unheard of. plenty of gods kept humans as pets or entertainment, but a mutually respectful relationship? unheard of.
it caused your life to be scrutinized every. single. day.
it was mostly petty. mostly things that only a vain or insecure person would worry about. except you were the latter.
everybody whispered about you. your small stature compared to the god of mischief—loki. anything you wore was scrutinized, regardless of how fine the silks were. even comments about your ability to please him began to arise. he never once mentioned them, letting the insults run down his back whilst you drowned in them.
you no longer sought out loki’s company. he would do whatever it was he did within asgard, and you would remain in his quarters—away from leering eyes and snide remarks.
loki was no fool. he had taken notice of your slow retreat into yourself. his usual attempts of making you laugh or even regard him were no longer working, and he knew something was wrong. something was deeply wrong.
asgard was cold at night. during the day, it was warm and comforting—like a summers eve. at night, however, it was daunting and chilling, as if living in the arctic.
you had already climbed into bed for the night, dressed in your silks, your teeth brushed, and curled up into a ball buried beneath the mountains of blankets.
“you still have yet to tell me what is wrong, darling,” loki spoke, his voice silky as he slowly approached.
“because nothing is wrong,” you lied. it sounded natural coming from your tongue, but very little got by the god of mischief and lies
“oh please,” he scoffed, gently padding at your side with his hand, much like a kitten playing with its toy. “you have barely wanted to spend time with me. i cannot possibly be that boring.”
you slowly rolled onto your side, staring at him with a slight frown pulling at your lips.
“ah,” he hummed, sitting upright.
“so, what is it then?” he asked slowly, trying to slowly persuade you into opening up to him.
you let out a huff, agitated by his inability to simply shut up.
“i’m good,” you spoke, your words careful to not waiver in their certainty.
“mmm, you’re lying, darling,” he chided, playfully tapping your backside. “you’re a terrible liar. i don’t have to be a god to tell you that much.”
you could feel his gaze boring into you, even as you remained on your side, facing away from him.
his hand skimmed up your side, a low hum leaving him as he tried to think of how to break your shell. it was obvious you weren’t going to willingly bring it up on your own.
“i wouldn’t worry about it,” you huffed, forcing your eyes shut.
he was silent for a moment. too silent. there was movement on his side of the bed, and you could almost feel something mischievous going on.
a hand gently cupped your jaw, squishing your cheeks as he turned you to face him.
your eyes opened, an unamused expression on your face. the second you locked eyes with him, your eyes went wide.
he always brought out his lady loki form when he knew he was losing. it was the one thing that got to you more than anything else.
“not even now?” she smiled, her voice still deep and sultry.
you sputtered for a moment, pushing at her hands. “that’s not fair and you know it.”
“i’m just using my resources. it seems plenty fair to me.”
your eyes rolled to the side, thrashing your shoulder in an attempt to turn away. her hand caught your arm, tugging you back into place. your eyes widened at the sudden hostility, blinking in surprise as you two stared at each other.
“come on,” loki whispered, her breath lingering against your ear as she spoke. “something is wrong.”
her closeness was beginning to cloud your judgement. the way she sat so close, her chest pressed against your back as she breathed directly onto you.
“i just feel…a little out of it. like i’m not enough for you.”
“not enough for me?” she questioned, like a thought was impossible. “darling, you’re quite perfect for me.” she affirmed, kissing your cheek with a soft smile.
“what is bringing on those thoughts?”
that question made you pause. answering honestly would only piss her off, but she always seemed to know when you were lying—which would also annoy her.
“i’ve heard…rumors—“
“rumors? ugh, darling, you simply mustn’t pay them any mind. they have no idea what they’re speaking of, and they most certainly cannot speak on my behalf.” she looked almost disappointed in the fact you had let simple words get to your head like that.
she let out an annoyed hmph, nipping at your ear. “i promise, you’re more than enough for me. consider yourself lucky, i am a god after all…”
your turned your head to look at her, spotting her charming bright green eyes staring back at you.
“and you’re more than willing to serve your god, are you not?” her voice was low, sultry—sexy. it was no secret what she was asking.
“mhm,” you nodded slowly. she smirked, leaning in catch your plump lips with hers. she turned you fully, her leg hooking over your hips as the kisses became more demanding, needier.
she got you onto your back in just a few seconds, the kiss deepening as she swept her tongue over your bottom lip. it wasn’t like she was asking for permission—she was demanding it.
you opened obediently.
her tongue licked into your mouth slowly, easing you into the same messy makeout she always loved to have with you. it was practically routine by now.
your hands dug into her long black hair, urging her closer.
her hands were greedy. loki had always been a creature of greed; taking what she wanted when she wanted. her slender fingers dragged up the curves of your body–hip, waist, breast, neck–until they finally reached your jaw. her fingers slowly tilted your head up, forcing your neck to crane back.
she slowly moved down, her lips pressing into the smooth skin in a gentle fashion. she always took her time with you, sometimes even going too slow for your liking. it wasn’t often she found a mortal in her bed, and especially not one that so easily caught her affections.
your breath hitched as she nipped at that particular spot. you could feel the smile on her lips as she pressed a kiss over it before pulling back slowly. another tease.
“did you like that, my dearest?” she cooed, her voice relaxed like this was so normal for her.
“you already know the answer to that.”
a breathy laugh escaped her as she leaned back down, kissing from your neck down to your collarbones. she paused as she hit the fabric of your shirt, sitting up almost expectantly.
“what?” she questioned upon noticing you not moving. “am i expected to do all of the work?” while her tone sounded agitated, the smug smile on her lips proved otherwise. she was loving this.
“you tease too much,” you grumbled. she opened her mouth to speak, but the way you swiftly grabbed the edge of your shirt seemed to shut her up rather quickly. as your shirt slid up over your head, her gaze followed quickly.
despite having seen it many times before, she took her time admiring your body. her eyes dragged over the strap of your bra, before landing along your cleavage.
“all of it?” she smiled, almost testing her luck.
“why? you’re incapable of unclipping a bra yourself?” you teased, before reaching your hands back.
her face dropped, swiftly getting on her knees to slide closer to you. “that was mean,” she huffed, smacking your hands away from yourself. her body crowded around yours; chest-to-chest, faces only inches apart as her hands unclasped the remaining fabric.
her gaze remained on your chest as she tossed your bra to the side. “beautiful,” she sighed, pushing you back against the silk sheets. she settled herself on top of your pelvis, looking down at you like you were a work of art.
her hands cupped your chest, reveling in the way your breath hitched at the feel of her cold hands. “these have always been my favorite,” she whispered, leaning down to wrap her lips around one bud with a satisfied groan.
“fuck,” you muttered softly, your back arching with need. she picked up on it fast, using her fingers to toy with the other nipple.
“always so eager,” she cooed, nipping on the bud before pulling off with a soft pop.
“don’t be mean,” you huffed, pushing at her face.
“i would never,” she laughed, sliding her hand up your stomach just to watch you twitch beneath her touch.
“you would never.” you mocked, slowly tugging down your bottoms.
her eyes practically lit up, like she hadn’t been expecting such a reward.
“gods,” she breathed, leaning back to give you more room to undress.
once your clothing was off, she pounced.
she gripped your hips tight, kissing teasingly everywhere but where you wanted her most.
“so beautiful,” she purred, kissing the junction between your thighs and vulva. “something to worship and adore.”
you shivered as she breathed over you, her breath brushing perfectly against where you needed her most. a quick glance down had the two of you making eye contact. she smiled, so innocently compared to her normal teasing and mischief.
she gave a quick lick over your folds, watching you tense beneath her touch. she let out a soft hum, nuzzling into your thigh.
“i adore you.” she purred, finally dragging her tongue over you so she could feel every inch of you beneath her tongue.
“a-ah, shit.” you gasped softly as she pressed her tongue especially hard against your clit.
“i know, sweet girl.” she purred, giving a soft kiss before licking along you again.
her tongue moved with ease, licking into you. her nails dug into your hips, persistent as you squirmed and grasped at her hair above you.
“you’re so noisy.” she teased, smiling against you as you let out a particularly high-pitched whine.
her tongue swirled over your clit with ease, listening to the whines you let out every time she touched it. her plump lips wrapped around the nub, sucking greedily until you were pushing at her head, trying to get her off.
“t-too much,” you whined.
“not enough,” she refuted, going back to her movements. she dragged her thighs up until they rested on her shoulders before diving back in with a renewed hunger.
your legs tensed before shaking with your orgasm. she didn’t stop her mouth until your legs stopped trembling.
she pulled off with a satisfied groan, sitting upright with the lower half of her face covered in your slick and her eyes glossed over with pleasure.
she wiped her hand over her mouth, wiping the slick off on the sheets before climbing back over you.
you were still trying to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling.
loki’s gaze found yours, taking in the sheer pleasure and relaxation that fell over you post-coitus. her hands traced along your face for a moment, mapping out your features for the millionth time in her life.
“darling,” she whispered, almost too softly to be heard. “never doubt how i feel about you.”
her hair fell into your face as she leaned over. a tired laugh left you as you brushed her hair behind her ears, sliding your hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down until her forehead met yours.
“never?”
“ever.”
she pressed a soft kiss into your lips. her lips moved slow against yours, savoring the taste and feel of you.
“i love you,” you whispered, pressing another kiss to her lips. you pulled back, pressing gentle kisses along her face as she sat in stunned silence.
it wasn’t common for people to express their love for her. she took a moment to accept your affections before smiling. “i love you too.” she whispered, kissing you again.
her hands slowly found yours, pressing them into the sheets.
