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psychospore · 1 year

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Valentine Blues

Another entry for @muddyorbsblr 14 Days of Valentines Community Project.

If you want to read some more Loki and Adam OLLA fics, feel free to check my Masterlist

Summary: You go all your way to make Valentine's day special for the people around you, but will you get the same treatment in return?

Word count: 1042

Pairing: Loki x F!reader

Warnings: fluff, bit of angst

Despite being single for so long with no one to celebrate Valentine's with, it didn't stop you from making all the effort to make the day enjoyable for everyone. You are not sure if you're that masochistic, knowing full well all the couples you come across get to enjoy Valentine's throughout the day and you end up downing a bottle of wine in loneliness at night knowing you have no one to celebrate it with - but you know this year will be different.

After almost a year as an Avenger, Stark gave you his permission to re-decorate the tower, even extending your holiday spirit with SHIELD Agents.

A month before you've already sorted out sending fancy dinner invitations for two for all the married and in-relationship couples in SHIELD, you've also made sure the single ones don't get left out - you have arranged to have bouquets of flowers sent to their desk on the 14th for the ladies and spa day vouchers for the men. You didn't leave the Avengers out too, carefully curating their individual interest so you know what to give them.

By February 1st, you've started setting out decorations in the office and started blasting love songs. This got Loki's attention when he saw you decorating the railing of the stairs with red ribbons and flowers.

Loki has been aloof to almost everyone but your constant banter with him made you feel closer to each other. He walked up to you, about to start a conversation.

"Hello, pet - why do you take such lengths to celebrate a mundane Midgardian event?" He asked.

You looked at him, sweat beads on your brows, "It's a lovely time to celebrate love, Loki but I don't think that's up your alley so I don't think you'd understand," you smirked in response.

His brow was raised quizzingly, "Despite you being single?"

"Much more when I'm single - I enjoy seeing these people enjoy my work, less time for them to think about it on the day and just enjoy it instead with their loved ones," you cross your arms and nod with pride.

"Does it hurt you? Even a bit, that you won't have the chance to do it yourself?" He looks at you a bit concerned.

" I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt. It gets lonely sometimes - I love myself and take time to enjoy my own company but sometimes I just want someone to take care of me, you know. Anyway, I have much to do so I think I'll have to leave you for now," you tried to avoid the conversation altogether as a tight knot starts to form in your stomach.

It was Valentine's night, everyone enjoyed the surprise they got that day thanks to your efforts and everyone is busy having dates and dinners but you were on top of the helipad of the Avenger's tower, looking up at the gloomy sky - all alone with your thoughts. It was about to rain - you were chugging down a bottle of wine, Valentine's blues you thought. It's always like that.

It started to rain heavily, but you didn't bother to move from where you were standing as tears flowed down your cheeks, mixing with the falling rain.

You did not notice the footsteps of Loki approaching with an umbrella in one hand.

"What on Earth are you doing here?" His voice was muffled by the strong rain and wind.

Your eyes were red from the tears as you looked at him, faking a smile and lying through your teeth, "I am enjoying Valentine's day in my own way" your voice cracked.

He dropped the umbrella and caught you in his arms. Your muffled sobs vibrated against his chest. You don't want to see him see you in that state.

"Hush now, love" as he rubs your back. "You did a great job for everyone and you deserve so much more than you credit yourself for" he moves your wet hair away from you so he can see you better, cupping your cheek as he plants a warm and passionate kiss on your plump lips.

When you finally broke the kiss to gasp for air, you asked, "why are you doing all of this?"

"I have been interested in you since I first laid eyes on you, and I knew I was in love when you went all your way for the people around you - the people you love. I wish to do the same for you if you'd let me," his sincere voice echoed through your mind at Loki's sudden confession.

"I... love you too, Loki" you meekly responded.

His eyes beamed up at your response, "can you say it again for me, love?"

" I said, I love you too" your usual self coming back as you say those words louder.

He took you in for a tighter hug and kissed you again. A genuine smile crept up your face as the rain started to die down.

You looked at him straight to ask, "what's brewing in your mischievous mind now, Loki?"

"Well, we can't go if we're this drenched, darling. I suggest you change your clothes into something fancy and see for yourself," he playfully said.

After one hour of getting ready, Loki picked you up from your room.

"You look rather ravishing tonight, darling" he cooed as he hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and offers his arms to walk with you. You had a nice dinner with Loki in one of Stark's private restaurants and you are most delighted to know that Loki, despite his initial disdain for the celebration, would go out of his way to celebrate it with you.

After the dinner, you went back to the tower, alighting from the fancy limo that Loki prepared before. But it wasn't the end of the surprise yet.

As the doors opened, you saw lots of people waiting inside. You were extremely surprised to see the agents and their partners, as well as the single ones clapping and cheering you on. Stark announced that they're holding an after-party in your honor, for all your valiant efforts for everyone.

You thank Loki for making that day special for you - your first proper Valentine's Day celebration.

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ladycamillewrites · 1 year

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❍ Will Ransome x f!reader

❍ written for @muddyorbs 14 days of Valentines event

warnings 18+ eventual smut, memory loss - retrograde amnesia, soft foreplay

A strange feeling swirled like a thunderstorm in your brain as you tried to open those heavy lids.

Groaning from the rays of sunshine invading your sensitive eyes, they fluttered open, numerous outlines slowly becoming recognizable.

You didn’t know where you were at first but the nightstand on your left was weirdly familiar, a glass of water waiting on top of the wooden surface. Still overwhelmed by the headache and several hurting limbs you reached out to the glass, took a few sips and placed it back.

Then, for the first time since you woke, you turned to your right.

“Darling! You are awake“ a foreign man said gleefully, a broad smile spreading on his handsome face as his arms quickly extended in your direction.

Why on earth was there a stranger, no two strangers in your bedroom?

Squeaking and prepping yourself on flattened palms, you scooted away from the man whose oceanic gaze dramatically dropped the second you reacted. With the few skittish glances you took, it was unmistakable that the other man on the right was a doctor.

Where you seriously ill?

“Don’t touch me“ it blurted out of you, hands fumbling with the eiderdown to cover your cleavage on full display by a loose nightgown.

The man flinched, however, the reached out hand froze where he held it like a still standing offer. God, who was this pervert thinking he could just come with along with the doctor and call you pet names.

Or perhaps he was a doctor as well?

Somehow, it felt like a fever dream, your thoughts still skittish and intangible while a wondrously handsome man wordlessly begged for your touch.

“Are you still hurt? Dove, please talk to me“ his soothing baritone rung in your ear for the first time, sounding like it could’ve been god himself calling you up to him. Where you to die?

Shaking your head, loose hair flying along, you tried to grip a reasonable reflection on the whole scenario that was all too weird.

Where were you manners, you asked yourself trying to concentrate on reality rather than the puffy irritation in your brain. There must be a simple explanation for those two gentleman to look after you.

Why-ever the handsome brown haired with the ethereal speck of ginger in those loose waves was calling you darling, though, remained a pressing riddle.

“I- apologies doctor. I am just moderately unwell“ you spoke, volume kept low to not overstrain your palpably strained mind. Somehow you just assumed the fine man in his puffy white shirt and the brown vest to be a practitioner as well.

Watching his face twitch and eyebrows slant in what seemed like a last ray of hope, he leaned closer to you, the magical ban of those steel blue orbs keeping you in place. “Y/n Ransome… I beg you. Do not play games on me after yesterday’s accident“.

“Y/n Ransome“ you murmured to yourself, concentrating on the sound of your first name with this certain last. It didn’t fit. It didn’t seem right, no, this wasn’t your correct full name.

The second man sitting farther in the corner just watched you through narrowed eyes, rubbing his chin as if he was analyzing you. Repeating your silent murmur in a deep whisper, the fine man who had called you darling became utterly confused, lips screwing shut.

Perhaps they landed in the wrong room of your parent’s huge farm house. It had -how many rooms were there again, you wondered, brows furrowing in deep confusion.

“You must be mistaken. My name is not Ransome“ you said gaze directed at the two man again.

The one close to you snorted, shooting up from the chair, looking like he was about to get in bed with you. Panicking you pulled the duvet even closer, pivoting to the left.

Away from the man you would have laid with if met differently.

“Will“ the black haired man in the back began, his tone gaining urgency as he continued to talk “Please let me. Just a moment“.

It sounded like a question though.

Will, as you now knew, nodded in defeat, eyes as blue as the north sea water on a sunny day. You could get lost in him. Who was this fine stranger your heart yearned to know?

Boldness from god knows where let you investigate every inch of his face. It was almost rude staring but you couldn't help it.

Oh, there was something about him, something magical and so deeply soothing that it almost excused his intrusive behavior. Perhaps he looked familiar after all? A new inhabitant of Aldwinter?

No…

“Yn?” The second man called out for your attention, your eyes quickly distracted and jumping from Will to the doctor.

“If you’re last name name is not Ransome, what is it then?”

You couldn’t help yourself but giggle at his stupid question. A thing you could ask a preschooler. But your brows twitched for a short moment when you heard the blonde man next to you chuckle lightly.

Was this fun to him? Or was he just happy that whatever accident had allegedly befallen you hadn’t left any serious injury?

Pulling your gaze back to the black haired man, you didn’t spend a single thought on his question. It was ridiculous.

“What kind of medical examination is that?” You started quipping “Of course I know my last name, it’s…”

And then your face dropped, exited hands freezing and sinking back down onto the duvet. His question was simple however, you couldn’t answer.

Slowly your completely derailed expression met Will’s who seemed just as shocked as you, palms pressed against his temples, fingers flowing in line with the creases on his forehead. Those wonderful blue eyes were widened however, the hue of hope was nearly dried out.

“I’m- I’m supposed to know this“ you whispered, rocking back and forth like a disturbed child.

The doctor came closer, one hand resting supportingly on Will’s shoulder before he spoke “I'm afraid my worst misgiving has come true. The accident has caused retrograde amnesia but I don’t yet know how long it will last“.

“Wha- What d you mean how long it will last?“

Two painful weeks of learning things that once had been a matter of course and getting disappointed in your damaged memory were behind you when you made you way to the office room in your spacious house.

To see your husband Will Ransome.

It still sounded like a made up fairytale a drunken fellow began to tell with his tenth mug of beer pivoting in his perilous grip.

The vicar was a dreamy man; calm, collated and blissfully charming. Not to forget the fine way he looked with his white puffy shirts, sleeves rolled up and first top buttons undone. And those eyes…

To your heart it was no wonder your previous you had married him.

However, things always got more complicated when the complexity of a human brain got involved. As it was with you.

People were giving you weird, somehow pitying looks, some even constantly visited you do see whether you would remember names and things now, after the accident. It was surely well, mostly good will thriving in the people of Aldwinter but you desperately needed to be seen as normal again.

Although you still were far from reaching your old, normal state of mind, it didn’t hinder you from craving a bit of the normality an unlucky fate had stolen from you.

And this prior reality, this life you had built up also meant a healthy relationship to your husband.

And there you were wearing a flimsy, silky nightgown with no underwear, fresh out of the bathtub with hair smelling like flowering roses. On your way to seduce your husband. You wanted him to show you what got destroyed, to override your empty memories with something unforgettable.

Candle light was casting sinful shadows on Will’s sharp features as you spotted him sitting on his desk and probably musing for what to talk about in his upcoming Easter Sermon. The beard lit up in a gingerly tone, almost mingling with the flames while his dark blonde hair fell in fluffy waves leading down to one of his notorious white shirts.

Naturally, it hung open and displayed his chiseled chest with a sluttish undertone.

God, you had difficulties restraining yourself around him for the last two weeks. It was a costant fight of mind against heart and body who had traitorously teamed up to pour oil in your newly aflame fire of lust.

Tonight it shall happen you told yourself, feeling that you were ready to enter this reality again.

Sighing, Will propped his chin on his thumbs, palms pressed together in front of his nose. A desperate pose yet he looked like carved marble.

You crept up on him like a silent Jaguar on a mission, slowly hoisting your hands to let them rest on his shoulders.

The vicar flinched from the sudden, unexpected touch until your breathy “shhh“ soothed his strained nerves.

Beginning to apply pressure on the strings of muscle lying underneath white fabric, you could feel him relax again, the low hum escaping his mouth surrounded you like a hord of butterflies fleeing straight in your belly.

It tickled whenever you heard him speak.

“My darling… what you doing down here this late?“ Your husband asked, his reflection in the mirror orange from licking flames, eyes softly shut and mouth curled in a silent smile. Visibly at peace.

A peace that was only to find in a halcyon normalcy; a state you wanted to fully dive in again.

You couldn’t help but blush at the true nature of your late visit, a few seconds of pregnant silence forcing you to say something. “I- well, I simply wanted to look after my husband who is working so hard to please his people“.

Half the truth half secrecy was the path you chose.

It was far too early to simply sneak up on him whispering that you craved his body close to yours, your limbs entangled with his and his cock deep…

“I’m doing fine, y/n. Really. This speech just won’t write itself“ Will’s deep chuckle interrupted your unholy cascade of lust making you focus on the massage again.

Hell, you were nervous. Just as nervous as in the many mornings a dream about your husband got you occupied during breakfast, watching Will greedily licking honey from his dexterous digits.

Your eyes darted back up to meet his reflection, the delighted oceanic gaze melting within yours when he returned the glance. They were full of love and warmth, just like his whole demeanor as you had learned again.

Those emotions consumed you, no, it had swallowed you whole since you knew who he was.

Eventually his eyes let you make a decision in an instant. Almost instinctively when you drank him in.

Dragging your hands up towards the defined apex of his neck, you lowered your head letting it rest right next to Will’s while fingers drew small circles around his Adam’s apple. Muscle and veins popped out when he raked his head, moulding into your touch like you had never experienced before.

Well, technically you did but seeing it now, watching him give in to you and shatter his guard for you to explore his soul was utterly touching. Almost made you cry if there wasn’t the growing arousal pooling in your panties…

“Perhaps a creative pause will do” you cooed right in his ear, eyes catching the soft hair on his skin shooting up like loyal soldiers. Loyal to your touch, your voice.

Those velvety lips you had started kissing again a week ago were slowly curled up in a cunning smirk, the ginger hue of his beard glowing redder than ever.

Feeling him rocking back in the chair, spinning it slowly on one foot you soon found yourself facing him, your husband. It was magical, feeling like a steel blue jinx you would never want to escape.

Humming in gentle approval Will’s lips met yours when you straddles his lap. Feeling his mouth twitch at your sudden boldness you couldn’t suppress a giggle as sweet as honey.

“My beautiful wife, I told you it can wait” the vicar murmured in between loving kisses, his slick tongue invading your mouth, toying with your tongue in a feverish manner.

You snaked your arms around his neck shifting on his lap what drew a coarse moan from your husband’s starved lips. A sinful sound yet so heavenly to hear.

“Will, please... I- I want things to be normal again” you whispered, the plea skittishly peeking out of your low voice.

He knew. You had been fighting for status quo since the day you woke up, working hard and thriving.

But this, this very special request was taking him by surprise.

“Darling, I love you so. But are you sure you're ready to take such a big step?” his soothing baritone rung close to your ear, interrupted by a sharp hiss as you dragged your crotch across his hardening cock. “G-God you temptress. Are you s-sure?”.

“I’ve dreamt of you, Will” you breathed, hips becoming more and more demanding, searching the friction of grinding against his rock hard member.

It felt like salvation even though completely unfamiliar to your wounded mind. A healing balm perhaps.

A quiet squeak left your sealed lips when two strong hands dug in the flesh of your hips, keeping you pressed onto his clothed cock. “I want you to swear that you feel ready, dove. I would never push you to sleep with me”

For a second your breath ran cold, a sugary pill of anxiety swallowed. You had done it before only unbeknownst to your damaged mind.

Of course the blonde man saw your brows slant.

“You are my wife and I have sworn before god to protect and revere you” he began, raising a gentle hand to lovingly tug a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips leaving a sizzling sensation.

Well, you wanted him. There was no waiting.

“Tell me about that dream, sweet woman” Will coaxed more to bubble out of your heating body, your naked feet wrapped around his calves and torso held tight by the vicars strong arms.

Home, as you recognized it.

“At night, w-when I sleep-” you started, voice trembling like a lamb exposed to the wolf and cheeks blushing cherry red. Get a grip, you told yourself, he was your husband for god's sake.

“What exactly are you dreaming of my little angel?”

He was impatient. A lusty vicar waiting for you to finish your lewd prayers.

“Of you... a-and me. How you make love to me in our bedroom and moan my name. How you feel between my thighs and- and deep inside“.

“I see“ Will chuckled, leaning forward to take over your play of seduction. The deep shouldering echo of his voice felt close as his perfect teeth ghosted across your pulse point, lips embracing your soft skin.

The friction became as hot as the fire blazing wildly in your fireplace, a thin layer of sweat making your skin glow.

Humming against your neck, taking in your scent Will's mind replayed the thousands of nights he had been intimate with you. For you it would be like a first so the vicar had to be careful, had to restrain his deepest desires.

“Promise, dove. Promise me that you tell me if something doesn't feel good“.

“I swear“ you panted, hair sliding down your shoulders when you cocked your head and bounced on his bucking hips.

A feeling you had forgotten you craved so bad. A feeling far beyond your most erotic dreams.

“Good girl“ Will's breath felt like a flame licking at your body, igniting and nourishing the fire of lust simmering inside your body.

Then, suddenly, he stood up, hoisting you on your wobbly knees before hasty hands began to shuffle your nightgown. Nodding with a meek smile, the blonde man accepted your consent eventually coaxed the silk off.

You stood naked before him; your fully clothed husband.

“You're heaven sent, y/n. Nothing but god's most beautiful angel“.

The words of praise dripped from his mouth like a heady cocktail of love, admiration and awe. A mixture you would never of no matter how hard it might have been to fight your way back.

One of his big hand was wrapped around the back of your throat, the other caressing and twisting your nipples just right.

A deep sigh ascended your mouth, muscles beginning to relax while the lusty heat crept up on your every cell.

“I will be gentle, dove“ the vicar purred against your cleavage, his body weight pushing you backwards until you sunk down, laying on a fluffy lambskin rug.

Closer to the fire burning right next to you, closer to being burnt by your own fire. A fortuitous metaphor.

“I trust you“ you whimpered when Will's strong hips weaved in between your legs, the soft fabric of his pants brushing your sensitive nud. Gasping, the whirlwind of desire was about to swallow you while your husband purred the sweetest of praises with his right hand traveling down your exposed body.

“I will make you feel so good... Let me worship my dazzling wife just how she deserves“.

And your legs dropped further open without a grain of reluctance. At the newfound access you felt his fingertips caress your slick folds. “Will-“ you didn't even knew what it was you wanted but all your mind knew was him.

Your handsome husband smiling down at you with desire in his oceanic orbs, flames still casting moving shadows on his sharp features and the orange light giving him an ethereal halo.

He was a god himself.

It was perfect. The rosy, harmonic normalcy you craved was wrapping you in a blissful haze far beyond your best imagination.

“Dove?“ the question was low, carefully placed with his fingers resting and circling around your entrance. Your eyes darted up to meet his, the deep blue hues drowning every last speck of insecurity.

“Hm?“ you hummed against his lips, relishing in the feeling of his weight gently pressing against you as he sunk down to kiss you. “Be honest with me b-but... would it be too much to ask if I claimed you right here?“.

Sizzling shivers ran down your spine at his request. But there was no fear nor anxiety like it had been for the past time. Just him and the gleeful renaissance of a familiar passion.

“Make love to me, Will“ you finally breathed in his ear, hands fumbling with a strand of his hair to keep him close, near the exited heart hammering in your rising chest.

Where his soul lied.

It was never lost, you now realized. Maybe you were denied access but the spark, no matter how small it might have been after the accident, was the eternal one, burning with a matter of course you would never fathom.

“As you wish, milady“ your husband smirked, propping himself on one elbow, velvet lips never leaving your face.

“I- I missed this... you“.

But instead of a real answer you heard his belt unbuckle with a promising clink, the hot tip of his cock soon brushing through your folds.

Your breath got caught on your throat, eyes widened and glued on his reassuring smile that brought you to relax again in a ridiculous instant.

“I know this might be all knew to you again, dove“ he began panting in your ear, voice descending in deeper, purely masculine octaves “But you will soon be howling my name again“.

And with that vow of pleasure he lined himself up, your fingers clasping in the white shirt when your husband slowly inched inside of you. His filthy mouth only added to the overwhelming feeling of being filled, stretched out so good by the man you learned to love. Once again.

“W-Will, ohh godd“.

“Shhh... I know, love, I know“ the vicar soothed your agitated mind, eyebrows slanting in pleasure he had missed for so long. A blissful pleasure only you were able to grant him.

When he bottomed out, a strangled moan of his name drowned the cracking fire, echoing through the whole room, each wall perfectly reflecting the cry of ecstasy. Only to harmonize like a poem with his own groans and unholy cusses.

He felt like heaven, like the ultimate salvation he always preached about.

“Good girl“ Will rasped, hosting himself on his palms, ready to fuck you like he knew your body would remember. “I- I will nghh fuck make up for the time we've lost, darling. I don't care if I miss tomorrow's morning mass“.

And of course he did miss the mess, spending the whole night and morning entangled with his wife, gifting her a hundred precious memories life had taken.

thank you for reading my boos :) I hope I did the 14 days event justice with this little piece. Since the event is about 'firsts' -> this is my very first Will Ransome fic 💜

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literatureatthebowofnails · 1 year

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A/N: This drabble is for the 14 Days of Valentines community project hosted by @muddyorbsblr. I'm so thankful to be a part of it and I hope you all enjoy!

The song

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Just a bit of fluff at a gala

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"Six months. Six months and you're just now telling me you're an Avenger?!"

"Shhh! I'm not really an Avenger yet. More an Avenger in training..." you roll your eyes at Wanda's attempt to placate you. "So will you come?"

"Of course, I'll come. If I can find something to wear," you take a sip of your coffee, mentally rummaging through your closet. "I'll see if Bram will give me the next morning off."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she nearly bounces in her enthusiasm. "It really means a lot."

You check your phone and stand. "I'm going to go back in, but this conversation is not over. You have a lot to spill. You want another turek?"

☕

You tug at the draping embellishment on your shoulder, chewing your rouged lip as you wait to check your coat. Avengers Tower is even more intimidating than you expected, swarming with the rich, the powerful, the famous, and of course the press.

"Here," you text Wanda as you enter the ballroom and look around. Someone who looks suspiciously like Caitlyn Jenner, 'and probably is,' you remind yourself, stands near the bar talking with the Falcon. In a nearby cluster of seats the Winter Soldier, a worn paperback in hand, drinks with a balding man who appears surprised and flattered by the attention.

"Hey!" Wanda greets you as she nears, a stoic blond in tow. She introduces you to Vision. "I'm so glad you made it. I was just telling Vis you're the only person in the city that makes turek like they do back home."

"I was very pleased to hear Wanda's found someone outside the tower to bond with," the android notes. "Unfortunately, I must excuse myself. I believe Mr. Stark requires my attention."

"He seems nice," you grin at her. "How long have you two been together?" You take a couple cocktails from a passing waiter, handing her one as you circle the dance floor.

"Is it that obvious?" she glances around. "We haven't exactly told anyone yet."

"Your secret's safe with me," you laugh. "Though I don't think any of your teammates will be asking me anything."

As the two of you chat, you get the feeling you're being watched. You glance around, but don't make eye contact with anyone, so you shrug it off. As you turn back to Wanda, Clint Barton approaches.

"Hey kid, who's your friend?" he asks.

She makes your introductions, explaining that Clint was the one who recruited her mid-battle. "She's an alarmingly powerful witch," he says, a note of pride in his voice. "Even got into Thor's head."

Your eyebrows rise in curiosity.

"My specialty is creating illusions. When we met, I used my power to instill fear in the Avengers; toyed with their memories to manipulate them." She looks at Barton. "But not you. You saw me coming."

"Like I said, once was enough," he looks up. "Speak of the devil..."

"...and he shall appear," a voice smoothly completes from behind you.

Lace and satin swish as you face the inhumanly tall newcomers. "Hello, my lady," the blond booms, gesturing to himself. "Thor of Asgard, and my brother Loki."

"It's lovely to meet you, darling," the dark god kisses your knuckles in greeting.

"H-hi," you respond as gentle cords roll through the room.

"May I have this waltz?" he asks, his thumb grazing the back of your fingers.

"Um, yes," you feel warmth spread to your cheeks as he leads you to the dance floor.

He guides your left hand to rest on his shoulder, slipping his arm around your waist to pull you close. "Are you familiar with the Victorian rotary waltz?"

"I don't really know any waltzes," you admit.

"That's quite alright, darling. I'm an excellent lead," his left hand covers your right, holding it near your thigh as he sways at the edge of the floor, small steps allowing you to catch the rhythm. As he pivots you into the line of dance you instinctually look to your feet. "Eyes on me. I assure you my toes will be quite alright."

You raise your lashes obediently, allowing him to steer you, losing yourself in his viridian orbs.

"You're a natural. Are you sure you haven't danced before?" he asks.

"Just a bit of ballet."

"That explains your excellent posture," he smiles. "With this style of waltz, you'll want to slip your right foot between mine as you step forward." You do so and your steps become more fluid.

"What brings you to this gala?" he asks.

"Wanda asked me to come. She's a regular at the cafe where I work."

"So, you make the coffee you mortals are so fond of?"

"Amongst other things," you laugh. "We're best known for our kolaczkis. They're a Czech pastry."

"You've piqued my interest," a smirk tugs at the edge of his lips.

"We're uptown," you smile. "In Yorkville. I work most mornings if you'd like to come by."

He spins you as the song comes to a close, his arm never leaving your back, and leans into a gentle dip. His eyes simmer with intent. "I'll be sure to make an appearance."

A/N: I'm hoping to make this a series of drabbles to continue through the event. If things work out, we'll get to see more of their firsts (ideally with more detail in the coming pieces).

Thanks for reading!

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yuujis-sunshine · 1 year

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄

𝑯𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒔 [𝑲𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑶 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑴𝑰]/𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: Hawks makes a promise with the Reader that he will make it back from his mission to spend Valentines Day with her.

"Where are you, Kei?" She asked him on her phone.

"Some important business. Look, I'll be there in two minutes. Don't worry." Hawks assured her in a loving tone. She hung up and kept walking to the bench. [Name] sat down on the bench, waiting for Hawks to arrive. It was already over 2 minutes that he was supposed to be going on a picnic in the garden. She had a medium sized basket with potato salad, onigiri, bento boxes, tamagoyaki, two strawberry cakes, fried chicken, and dangos. Tears were close to falling out of her eyes and her lips were quivering to show no expression.

"Keigo..." She blushed as tears fell down her cheeks, but when she got up and left, she didn't knew that they walked past one another.

"Where you going, Birdie?" He asked her. She turns her head in shock and sees him holding flowers and a box of chocolates.

"K-Kei... go." She said surprised, trying not to cry. "You idiot!" That words made the brunette have a questioned face, trying to find out why she was crying.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Because... You almost stood me up, thinking you would break that promise from last month!" More tears flowed from her eyes as she covered her eyes with her free hand, trying to not look at him. He put down the stuff he brought from the store and walked closer to the [Hair Color] woman who had tears down her cheeks, uncovering her eyes and making her look at him. "I'm very sorry for doing that, [Name]... You know that being a hero is so hard." He told her, as she was still crying softly.

"Really?"

"Mhm... I'll always keep my promises, don't I?" She nodded at his question before wiping her tears away, and stares up into his bright eyes. "So, ready to go out for our picnic date?" He asked. [Name] nodded, as he grabbed the bouquet and the chocolates as well. "Do you accept these?" She gladly took them before he took the picnic basket and walked to their destination together, and went on their date, having a really good time.

#anime #x reader #imagines #imagine #14 days of valentines #valentines day #valentines #mha hawks #mha x reader #mha #my hero academia #mha fluff #hawks fluff #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami

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sarahscribbles · 1 year

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This is starting to iron out a little, so I thought I’d post a proper teaser of my fic for @muddyorbsblr’s 14 days of Valentines!

It’s called Emerald Lace ☺️ (no below cut sorry bc tumblr mobile 🙃)

Loki curled a hand around your jaw, tilting your head back for better access and letting a thumb idly caress the flushed skin of your cheek. He was kissing you like it was the only thing keeping him alive and your body responded instantly, thrumming with arousal and craving his touch like an oasis in the desert. You let him kiss you, let him deepen it and felt his hands begin to wander over the soft lace of your lingerie. His fingers drifted over green lace as soft as freshly fallen snow, and when they found the lacy tops of your stockings, his low moan of appreciation vibrated against your lips.

A soft whine tumbled from you when his lips left yours, but it quickly died in the air when you caught sight of the devotion smoldering in his eyes.

“You are perfection,” he murmured quietly, his lips brushing lightly against yours. “And I adore you.”

Fresh heat blazed beneath your cheeks. “I don’t -,” you began, but Loki didn’t give you the chance to finish speaking, reaching down swiftly to wrap his hands around the backs of your knees and hoist you into his arms like you weighed less than air.

You could manage little more than a startled squeak as you wrapped your legs around his waist, reveling in the solid feel of him against you and how his laughter rumbled deep in his chest.

“My little mouse,” he teased, capturing your lips in another quick kiss as he carried you towards the bed.

More tags bc I’m an attention whore 😁: @cheekyscamp @holymultiplefandomsbatman @give-me-a-moose @fictive-sl0th @maple-seed @mochie85 @lokisgoodgirl @loopsisloops @lokiprompts @joyful-enchantress

#14 days of valentines #loki smut

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b1ueoff1ine · 1 year

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extra fluffy kiss scene with Norman or Loki?

morning kisses

Full 14 Days Of Valentine's Collection

A/N: sorry they are short XD i had writers block

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF AND MORE FLUFF. and of course the kissing.

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Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki wakes you up for some kisses.

You groaned as you grudgingly opened your eyes.

"Morning sweetheart. I hope I didnt wake you."

"Hrmph. Its-" you yawned-" fine. I had to get up anyways."

Loki frowned. "I dont like it when I accidentally wake you-"

You kissed him to make him shush. "Loki, if you accidentally wake me, I dont care. I get to kiss you either way."

Loki smiled and kissed you back.

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Norman Osborn x Reader

Summary: Norman wakes you up his way.

You awoke to Norman kissing you. When you opened your eyes, he stopped and you groaned.

"Morning, darling"

"Morning, Norman." You yawned.

Norman started kissing your shoulder, and you kissed his ears.

He stopped on your shoulder and moved to your lips.

"Norman..." you giggled through the kiss.

"Yes darling?" He stopped and smiled.

You giggled again. "I'm hungry. Care to make me some eggs? Oh!" You exclaimed as he picked you up bridal style and brought you down the stairs and into the large kitchen.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #norman osborn #green goblin #norman osborn x reader #norman osborn x you #norman x reader #loki fan fiction #loki x female reader #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki laufesyon x reader #14 days of valentines

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toongirl18 · 1 year

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Day 10: Rapunzel x Eugene Fitzherbert

4 days until Valentine's Day 💝 💐💘

#tangled #rapunzles tangled adventure #rapunzel #eugene fitzherbert #flynn rider #14 days of valentines #valentine’s day #valentine

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milton-chamberlain · 3 months

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

#dragon age #dnd character #dragon age origins #dnd #dnd art #dragon age 2 #grey warden #dragon age zevran #mahariel #hero of ferelden #zevran fanart #zevran #zevran ariani #zevran arainai #valentine's day #14 february

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catchymemes · 1 year

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#cats #animals #caturday #cats of tumblr #funny #lol #haha #humor #memes #meme #dank memes #valentines day #february 14

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moodboard-d · 3 months

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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community project: 14 days of valentine's

We're a long way away from the actual date, but I want to announce this early on so that we all have enough time to plan out and write what we want to share when the season finally comes.

What we'll be doing: Any stories we create for this event will be published any time from February 1 to February 14, 2023. All stories will be following a general theme. I've kept the theme as broad as possible so that it's entirely free to your interpretation how you want to take it.

Anyone and everyone is free to create a fluff/smut/angst/humor piece for this project! Details under the cut:

The Theme: Firsts

The Characters:

Loki

Thomas Sharpe

James Conrad

Jonathan Pine

Will Ransome

Magnus Martinsson

Adam

Robert Laing

Prince Hal/King Henry V

Tom Hiddleston

How to Join

Create your piece that follows the general theme "Firsts"

Upload your story, make sure to include either at the top of the post or at the a/n at the end of your story that this is for the '14 days of valentine's' community project, and tag me so that I'll be able to easily find your stories and include them in the masterlist

Some possible interpretations of the theme (in case you need a prompt/guide because I know I might in the later days lol):

Virgin Character/Virgin Reader and their "first time" 🥺😏

first date

first kiss

first time character/reader says 'i love you'

character and reader finally sleep together after an extended period of sexual tension 😏

first time trying something out (kink)

Let me know if you're interested in joining by commenting on this post, reblogging this post telling me you'll join, or sending me a DM and I'll include your blog name in the masterlist for this collection!

Gonna tag the SAS and some writers who might be interested

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @gigglingtigger @holdmytesseract @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @michelleleewise @lokiprompts @springdandelixn @holymultiplefandomsbatman @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @loopsisloops @simplyholl @wheredafandomat @joyful-enchantress @sarahscribbles @tallseaweed @give-me-a-moose @peachyjinx @maple-seed @mygfloki

#14 days of valentines #community project #writers supporting writers #loki x reader #thomas sharpe x reader #jonathan pine x reader #james conrad x reader #magnus martinsson x reader #will ransome x reader #adam x reader #robert laing x reader #tom hiddleston x reader #prince hal x reader

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fafrogke · 3 months

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''Just for you''

YEEEEY HAPPY BIRTHDAY REN so excited i could take a bite out of him

i also did some doodles bc i didn't have time to do something elaborate with them

SORRY

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy ren #14dwy redacted #14dwy oc #happy valentines!!! have a good time good food good love #im really happy today if it wasn't for my body i would be bouncing onthe walls #the fact that its their bithday makes it extra happy for me #this doesn't look like a valentine's day drawing sorry my mind went somewhere else #im like fihgthing the big headache righ now it hruts i think im going to nap #okback to my enclosure 🍖

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literatureatthebowofnails · 1 year

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A/N: ...and we're back. Can't say that took long. Maybe two hours between queuing up the last one and starting this one. My muse is in a needy mood this week.

This drabble is my second addition to the 14 Days of Valentines community project hosted by @muddyorbsblr.

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Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: So, you met a god at a gala...may the courtship begin

Flurries begin to drift outside, solidifying the promise of a snowy week. At their cue, you exit the cafe to store the patio furniture.

Your three patrons barely notice, absorbed in their phones and newspaper. It's been an especially slow morning, with little distraction from your wandering thoughts.

You wish Wanda would show up. Even if she did, you couldn't bring yourself to tell her what's bugging you, but at least you could vicariously enjoy her love life. 'It's silly, really,' you chide yourself. 'He was just being polite.'

It hasn't kept you from hoping though. From perking up expectantly each time the door chimed. From offering to take Chrysa's shift at the first hint she might not want it. From spending "a tad" more time on your appearance in the mornings.

You shake your head with a scoff as you lock the shed. The thought that an Avenger...a prince...no, a god would be interested in you...'delusions of grandeur is the understatement of the century.'

You take a deep breath and with a shake of your head, return to the warmth of the coffee house.

"Hello darling."

You trip on a chair leg at the sound of his voice, your eyes trailing up to reach the face you'd just pushed from your mind. "Hi," you squeak. "What...ah, what can I get for you?"

Brushing your hands off on your apron, you slide around the counter to face him. Your other patrons remain oblivious. Either they don't recognize the man who'd lead an army through town three years ago, or more likely, hadn't looked up when he entered. The quiet Slavic eatery has two Avengers show in the span of a week and the locals can't be bothered to notice.

Loki studies the pastry display. "Are these the kolaczkis you spoke of?"

"Yes, they are," you try to tamper your enthusiasm, swelling with pride. "I baked them this morning. Would you like one?"

"I would be honored," the sincerity of his tone has your cheeks on fire. "Do you have tea?"

"We do," you carefully plate a particularly well-filled kolaczki. "What's your preferred blend?"

"Earl grey," he replies, but you don't quite catch it. It reaches your ears fine, but your brain is fixated on the way his lips move. The pastry hovers, your hand half extended across the counter. Your mouth moves, caught between responding and preparing to brush against his as your limbic system fires in every direction.

He smirks as he repeats himself and takes the offered plate.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Being this attractive can't possibly be legal, right?

"Right," you nod. "I'll get right on you. On that. On...I'll make your tea." Turning to do so, you continue under your breath. "Pull it together already." You make yourself a fresh cup as well, opting for a chamomile with a prayer that it calms your nerves.

Steaming water fills the cups and you realize the two of you are alone in the cafe. The street outside is hushed and deserted, snow collecting on the windowsills. "Would you do me the pleasure of joining me?" he asks.

"Of course." You take a kolaczki and join him in the cozy booth by the window. You watch, wide eyed as he flavors his tea. You haven't seen anyone, even an unattended child, put that much honey in a drink.

"I must admit, the pastries weren't my primary motivation for coming." He takes a bite. "Though they certainly live up to their reputation.

"I'm here because I wish to court you."

"Court me?" The antiquated phrasing makes you smile as much as the meaning behind it. "So, to clarify, you're asking me on a date?"

"Ah, yes. A date. That's what the Sargent called it. Would you join me for dinner tomorrow evening?"

"Dinner sounds wonderful," your eyelashes bat at the thought. Courtship. Like some Cinderella fantasy. He wishes to 'court' you.

"Excellent," he beams, standing. "Thank you for the tea. I'll pick you up at 7."

You pull out your phone to take his number. There's a notification: "Stark Industries download complete. New contact: Rock of Ages (LL)." You giggle. "Rock of Ages?"

"What?" his confused frown turns to mild irritation. "Stark finds these names amusing."

"Just texted my address. I'll see you tomorrow at 7 then."

"Lovely, darling," he kisses your knuckles. "I'll take my leave. You ought to do the same before the snow gets worse." With that, he's gone.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Every note is a compliment of the highest order.

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