#loki x autistic!reader

[beecanons]

better yet Loki or Bucky (marvel) with autism reader :3333

loki and bucky with an autistic reader!

loki~

doesnt fully understand it at first but once you explain a little about neurodivergences he catches on and will probably make a comparison to something from asgard

does all the research on it, learns what midgard knows about this and gets frustrated with the history of mistreatment and such.

has no shame in admitting he's learning about it just for you. but will ask you dont go around telling people about this side of him, especially dont mention it to thor or he'll never hear the end of it.

very observant of your behaviours, stims, sensitivities and preferences.

"dont pick that one, love, it has a texture you dislike" "..i warned you"

he will do whatever he can to help you with a meltdown, he has outlets for his own anger so hes more than ready to help you find outlets to avoid hurting yourself.

you spend hours talking, especially about interests. he's happy to have someone to talk with and listen to him and is more than happy to listen to you rant and ramble about your special interests

will summon a stim or texture object for you to fidget with if you need.

need to sit in a quiet place and de-stim? he'll find a dimly lt corner and sit with you, maybe read to you if you'd like.

extremely respectful of boundaries, listens when you struggle and does what he can to help be it communication or otherwise

pays attention to your ques when you need or cant stand physical touch.

if anything makes you insecure he'll compliment you on it or avoid comments on it if you prefer.

Bucky~

a little slow with wrapping his head around it, came from a time where there was a lot of stigma around high support needs autistic folk so he might have some things to unlearn and a lot of new stuff to learn.

tries his best to memorise your sensitivities and preferences but will mix a few things up.

off handedly remembers a lot of details you dont expect him to catch onto, especially when it comes to how you communicate.

will come up with nicknames based on comparing your behaviours he finds cute with certain animals who have the same behaviours.

if you like organizing things hes a mess and never remembers where you put things and has to ask every time because hes used to chaotic order.

picks up on your stims and even starts doing a few himself without realizing.

"hey, fruit bat, where'd the keys go?" "...obviously by the door, right"

loves going to the movies with you but makes sure you get a good seat in the back not too close to the speakers or too close/far from the screen so you arent over stimulated.

stops wearing cologne because youre sensitive to scents and he doesnt want to give you a headache

need something cold/smooth to calm down/relax? you can hold onto his metal arm

isnt sure how to handle your meltdowns but does what he can to help you, breaths with you if you need it maybe even has you rest your head on his chest to help you calm down when its over.

[salted-snailz]

Marvel Masterlist

Characters: Logan Howlett, Bucky Barnes, Loki Odinson, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Charles Xavier, Tony Stark

Genres: fluff, comfort, NSFW

Logan Howlett

His and His Only | gn!Reader 🔞

Summary: Drabble where Logan marks you so everyone knows you’re his. -Request? Nope

psstt, heads up! everything past this point is kinda old and not super well written IMO, do with that what you will

Bucky Barnes

His Caretaker | f!Reader

Summary: Bucky being insecure about his scars/injuries and you helping take care of them -Request? Yep!

Brown-Haired Rapunzel | f!Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been starting to grow his hair out a lot longer than usual, but never really says why. It’s not like you mind though, you love playing with his hair. -Request? Yep!

Stimming With Bucky | gn!Reader

Summary: Bucky with an autistic significant other who uses his metal arm as a stim toy. -Request? Nope

Grocery Shopping With Bucky | gn!Reader

Summary: Silly headcanons of going grocery shopping with Bucky. -Request? Nope

Dating Bucky Barnes | f!Reader

Summary: Headcanons of dating Bucky as a Hard of Hearing person. -Request? Yep!

Loki Odinson

Thunderstorms With Loki | gn!Reader

Summary: Loki comforting an autistic reader during a thunderstorm. -Request? Yep!

Having Tics Around Loki | gn!Reader

Summary: Dating Loki as an autistic person and seeing how he reacts to you having a tic attack. -Request? Yep!

Fear Of Bugs With Loki | gn!Reader

Summary: Loki comforting an autistic reader who has a huge fear of bugs. -Request? Yep!

Head Pats | f!Reader

Summary: Loki having an autistic girlfriend who likes her hair played with. -Request? Yep!

NSFW Alphabet | implied afab!Reader 🔞

Summary: Letters A, D, F, I, K, M, W, X of the NSFW alphabet. -Request? Yep!

Peter Parker

Dating Peter Parker | f!Reader

Summary: Headcanons of what I think it would be like to date Peter Parker. -Request? Nope

Stephen Strange

Meeting Stephen Strange | gn!Reader

Summary: Meeting Stephen Strange for the first time as an autistic person. -Request? Nope

Charles Xavier

Migraines And Mind Palaces | f!mutant!Reader

Summary: Charles helps reader with her migraine. -Request? Nope

Tony Stark

Tony Stark With An Autistic Kid | gn!kid!Reader

Summary: Tony Stark having an autistic kid with a special interest in marine biology. -Request? Yep!

all graphics are made by @saradika-graphics <3

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Adoration Equation (Loki x Autistic!Reader w/ Dyscalculia)

Anon’s request: “Could you possibly do 'Loki with a S/O who has dyscalculia?' (And also autism, if you're comfortable with including more than one?) Perhaps they're on a mission and split up from the others, only for the reader to find themselves in a situation where math is involved (Idk, maybe a keypad equation to open something?), and Loki had no idea about their dyscalculia until right then?”

Summary: You and Loki started dating recently, but as seeing you struggle with a seemingly simple part of a mission will show him, there are still some things about you that he doesn’t know.

A/N: I don't have dyscalculia myself (I did research it, but that's not the same as experiencing it), so please let me know if any of my descriptions of it aren’t accurate, so I can revise them. Apart from that, enjoy!

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: Slight insecurity from the reader.

The hallways of the facility you were infiltrating were silent, save for the distant sounds of gunfire and crashing as your teammates fought through anyone who attacked them, to allow you and Loki the chance to get to the main office. The USB stick that would be used to hack into one of the computers and download classified information about the organisation’s plans, along with the ID card you swiped from a higher-up earlier, felt heavy in your pocket, as you stayed alert to avoid anything that could compromise your mission.

You and Loki found that you worked together quite well in the field. Your respective skills matched up nicely, he made sure to communicate clearly with you, and you were often on the same wavelength. It was no wonder that the two of you would be grouped together for this mission – nor, perhaps, that you had become a couple about a month previously.

Just as you were about to turn down the next corridor, Loki stopped you, gently guiding you behind him as he checked around the corner for any guards. His eyebrows creased after a moment, as he slowly walked further down the hall, tentatively giving you the gesture you had both agreed on to follow him.

Surprisingly, despite the door to your destination being in sight, there were no soldiers near it.

“The coast looks clear.” You murmured, just audible enough for your partner to hear you.

“But why…?” He inquired, seemingly listening out for anyone trying to sneak up on you both. “Why would they not guard somewhere so important?”

You looked around for any hidden cameras, and sure enough, you saw a few – one at each end of the hall, and another that seemed to be embedded in the office door. You lightly tapped Loki’s arm, and silently pointed them out to him.

“They might be planning an ambush.” You whispered.

Loki nodded in response, before summoning a small pellet of green magic, and throwing it at one of the cameras at the end of the hall. Before you could process it, he turned, shooting another at the camera in the door and, finally, at the side of the corridor you had arrived from.

A thick silence fell over you both, knowing that someone was bound to come for you now that the cameras had been destroyed. Sure enough, you both heard footsteps, soon followed by a small group of soldiers rounding the corner in front of you, weapons ready to attack.

Being the seasoned warrior he is, Loki immediately had a plan.

“I’ll take care of them,” he murmured to you, “you open the door.”

“Right.” You agreed, turning back to the direction you were heading in, while Loki dove into battle behind you.

Approaching the door, you took out the stolen card, and looked around for a machine on the wall with a slot to slide it through. Your eyes stopped when you saw what appeared to be exactly that, except it had something extra alongside the card slot.

It was a keypad. You hoped that, perhaps, there would be a code on the card that you could enter without too much trouble – but when you used the card as required, the screen on the device lit up with an equation, an extra security protocol that had to be solved to enter the room.

‘Shit…’ You thought, a sense of dread starting to rise within you, as your mind blocked out the sounds of the fight happening nearby. You realised that this was going to be much harder for you than you had expected, if not outright impossible.

Regardless, you read the calculation, hoping it would be simple enough that you could at least make an attempt at it, perhaps by counting on your fingers. You just hoped that you could get it done before Loki finished fighting…

"8 x 2 x 5 + 750 =”

…and, not knowing where to even start in comprehending this, your mind immediately drew a blank.

‘Shit!’ You thought again, your panic increasing with the knowledge that you were absolutely not going to be able to do this part of the mission.

You weren’t sure of what to do now, the pressure from not being able to act on the job making you feel on edge. Should you help Loki finish his fight? Would he be mad at you for not opening the door? Would he think less of you for not being able to? Why did nobody check to see that this was how it needed to be opened-?!

Your train of thought was interrupted when a hand reached in front of you, catching you off-guard and almost causing you to attack on instinct, until you realised that it was Loki, having already finished his fight. You chanced a brief glance at his face – he wasn’t looking at you, focused on reading the equation, but his brows were downturned, like he was either confused or annoyed by your lack of action. You deeply hoped it wasn’t the latter.

Loki entered the answer into the keypad almost immediately, and the door slid open, revealing the dimly-lit office. The one window in the back wall seemed to pour daylight over the desk with the computer you needed to use, immediately drawing your attention to it like a spotlight on a stage.

Your partner stepped aside, silently gesturing for you to enter the room first, so you could use the USB and finish the job. Avoiding his gaze, you practically speed walked into the room, still feeling self-conscious about what had just happened – you hoped the download wouldn’t take long enough for the subject to be brought up sooner, rather than later.

You pressed the button on the monitor that lit up the screen, and plugged the USB into the tower next to it, the device releasing a virus that automatically broke into the computer’s security details, and collected the necessary information for you.

“We’re in.” you told Loki, as he approached the desk. The adrenaline from the mission up to that point caught up to you, and you cautiously decided to slouch in the chair until the download was complete. “Tony said it should take about five minutes, if no one interrupts us.”

Loki nodded, giving a small hum of acknowledgement. You still didn’t have the courage to look at him yet, but were at least grateful that he wasn’t admonishing you. You were dealing with enough mixed feelings about the situation as is, particularly with regards to whether you should have told him about your dyscalculia before all of this. Especially since you were now in a relationship with him, you were starting to feel guilty about not bringing it up.

“Do you have trouble with maths, by any chance?” Loki’s voice broke through the silence. His tone of voice was neutral, giving little indication as to what he was feeling.

Your leg started to bounce as you stared at the screen, internally cursing the fact that this conversation was, indeed, happening already. You still couldn’t tell whether he was mad at you – you never were the best at telling how people were feeling, especially when they were this subtle – and that fact, combined with the previous issue with the keypad, made you start to feel slightly frustrated. You felt like you couldn’t figure anything out today.

“Yeah, I…” You spoke under your breath, leaning forward to further avoid Loki’s gaze. You rested your forearms on your legs, one of which still jiggled as a nervous stim. Given that there was no other explanation, and you could never successfully lie to your partner about this, you supposed you might as well tell the truth. “…my autism isn’t the only, uh… neurodivergence I have. I also have a learning disability called dyscalculia. It basically makes it a lot more difficult for me to understand maths and numbers than it would be for most people. It doesn't matter if it's equations, telling the time, reading maps... I’ve just never been able to really comprehend it.”

Loki stepped forward, and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. His voice was quiet as he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You knew that he most likely felt guilty for unknowingly making you do something you weren’t able to, but the gentle tone in his voice made your stomach churn. You couldn’t help worrying that he was looking down on you, whether he meant to or not.

“I didn’t want you to think less of me for it.” You admitted. “I mean, look at how quickly you solved that keypad. It barely took you any effort! You’re one of the smartest people I know, and…” You finally looked up at your partner, seeing how his face softened at the implication, and you moved your hand to cover his, giving the same reassurance he offered you. “…I don’t necessarily think that I’m stupid for it, but I’m not always sure that other people will feel the same, especially since I joined a team full of people who can do maths so easily. I didn’t want you to think that I’m stupid, just because my brain works like this.”

You glanced back at the computer screen, seeing that the USB was close to finishing its download. You sat up against the chair, and let Loki’s hand move to hold yours.

“Darling,” he squeezed your hand, grounding you, “your dyscalculia doesn’t change how I feel about you. It would be preposterous for anyone to judge your intelligence based on a learning disability – you don’t need to be able to do everything to be worthy of respect.”

Loki looked at the computer screen, and with his gaze away from you, you took a moment to watch the way the monitor’s light emphasised the blue in his eyes. You wondered if he ever noticed that when there was no risk of eye contact, you couldn’t help admiring them, no matter how briefly.

“I love every part of you,” he continued, and your breath caught in your chest at what was his first explicit confession of love towards you, “and this is no exception. I simply wish I had known not to put you in that situation before. I’m sorry for causing you stress by doing so.”

“It’s okay.” You grinned up at him, your body relaxing at the knowledge that there was nothing to worry about. “We’ll know to have me be the one to kick their asses next time.”

Loki chuckled under his breath, looking back at you with that sweet, lovestruck smile, reserved only for you.

In front of you, the download window on the computer screen disappeared, signifying that it was complete. You stood up from the desk chair, pushing it backwards on its wheels while you disconnected the USB and stuffed it back into your pocket, and zipped it to ensure it wouldn't get lost.

You then turned to Loki, and gave him a quick yet heartful kiss on the lips. When you pulled away, he gave you that cheeky smirk that you adored so much.

“I love you, too.” You confessed sincerely, before you both made your way to the office doors, ready to face any threats that may wait on the other side together. “Now let’s finish this.”

[abbygrabska]

if youre gonna request something from me, do it like your ordering a meal from a fast food joint, that's all I ask

No non-con

No pedophilia

No incest

If i'm uncomfortable with a kink i will let you know, with that being said, I do write smut if requested, it just might take longer *looks at the unfinished 11th doctor and Ganger!doctor smut*

10 slots are open for requests!

[monstersandgenderqueers]

Little Gifts (Part One)

Loki, a new resident in the compound, sparks your interest. You decide to give him a gift in secret, hoping he might cheer up just a little bit. Well, it didn't work out that way.

Pairing: Loki x neurodivergent!reader

Word count: 2200

A/N: Look, I really wanted to read a fanfic about an autistic reader but alas, there are so few. So I made one myself. Yes, this might just be a self-insert, but everyone's experience with neurodivergence is different, and it felt simpler just to make the reader's neurodivergence similar to mine. This series will mostly be exploring neurodiversity and Loki's reactions towards it, hopefully fluffy?

Part Two| Part Three | Part Four

I think he's gone, now's my chance!

You peek around the corner, hugging the little terracotta pot to your chest. Nestled inside is a tiny little staghorn fern, tucked gently inside some damp moss. You wait for a moment, listening for footsteps or voices.

Boisterous laughter echoes down the hall, forcing you to freeze with your back against the cold wall. The voices subside, and you dare to dart from around the corner and toward the door just in front of you.

Quiet as a mouse, you reach his door. After another quick look, just to be sure no one is watching, you place the fern carefully on the floor, and a card beside it. You'd handwritten detailed care instructions, ensuring that even the most notorious plant-killer could still keep the little thing alive.

Well, maybe.

You twist the pot just a little. There. He will love this… right?

You bought him this fern as a sort of housewarming gift. Or maybe a "welcome to the compound" gift or… a "be my friend, please" gift. Most likely the latter.

Often, you trail behind him on his escorted walks outside. He likes to stop and stare at the trees, or sit down on the bench and watch the undergrowth. You hope this gift isn't too far off the mark, but since you were so uncertain, you intentionally left your name off the card. Afterall, you don't want him to think you're too desperate to be his friend, even though you definitely are.

When you first moved in, you were just the same as he is. Self-isolating, restless, temperamental, and just downright rude. His reasons seem more concrete than yours did, though. 

Loki is forced to stay. His magic is restricted, and he isn't allowed to leave without either Thor or an armed escort. No one trusts him, but at least Thor trusts in whomever decided Loki should be punished in this way. You aren't privy to that sort of information, so you only have your assumptions for now.

Your excuses for your behavior are based on just… who you are. Different. Change is hard, and moving to the compound to live with some very intimidating people and surrounded by people at all times was devastating.

You'd gotten more comfortable in the time since, but it's still challenging. At least you're not a total jerk anymore. You still ask, sometimes, if it appears like someone is ignoring you on purpose or they get an attitude. Did I say something wrong?

Or maybe that was just all in your head.

Regardless, you see a kindred spirit in Loki. There are so many things you do differently because of your neurodivergence, and he seems to do them, too. Like masking, for one. Your masking is for the purpose of looking normal, to hide everything that makes you stand out, and from your perspective, it seems like he is also trying to hide himself away behind indifference and snark.

You really, really hope the fern will work.

Tiptoeing away, you make it all the way down the hall to your assigned quarters, and close the door shut quietly behind you. You're tempted to peer out from your door and keep an eye on it. You could just barely see his door if you poked your head out from yours. That'd be too obvious, though, and he might think you're a creep.

You pick up your plushie, hoping that if you squeeze something tight, your anxiety might just ebb away and you can go about your day as normal without constantly ruminating on Loki and whether he likes the fern or not.

It doesn't work. Now you're just pacing, second-guessing and triple-guessing yourself, new thoughts popping into your head with each stride down the length of your bedroom.

What if he thinks it's weird? What if he thinks I'M weird?

So? He doesn't know I left it, right?

But what if he does? What if I accidentally wrote my name on the little card?

What if he realizes it's me because I like my plants and I talk about them all the time?

What if he saw me walk in with it?

What if someone else did and they tell him?

But how would he know it's from me otherwise?

He won't be angry with me, right? Right?

What if he actually likes it and tries to figure out who left it but he finds out it's from me and then he gets upset because it's me?

You toss your plushie onto your bed, and then yourself right after it. With a deep groan, you smash your face against the comforter, trying to release some of the tension.

You hope he's at least a little bit like Thor when it comes to receiving gifts, polite and gracious even if the gift is really weird or random. You're horrendously terrible at figuring out what people want or like, and figuring out Thor is still something on your to-do list. 

Giving gifts is one of the few ways you know of to get people to notice you, so it stings a bit when gift after gift is ignored or set aside, even the things that don't really seem like gifts. Like for Thor, you noticed he developed a craving for sugary, processed foods shortly after joining the Avengers. So, you got him a variety pack of the most unhealthy types of cereal. You knew it was a stupid idea the second he patted your head and placed it on the counter without really looking at it. It hurt it a bit when you saw others eat it, but at least that gift was used by someone you know, which you can't say for everything else you'd gotten others for birthdays or holidays or "I just like you" days.

Your gifts are always ending up in junk piles or in the trash.

Maybe the fern would break that pattern?

After what felt like years of waiting, you get up and open your door as casually as you could make it look. You walk down the hall and around the little corner you were hiding behind before, and face Loki's door.

You try not to make it obvious when you look down, so you turn and keep walking by and just barely glance downwards.

It's gone! That means he saw it, right? Does he like it?

You can't help the smile that breaks your mask. He likes it, right? Just the thought of him smiling sent unfamiliar giddiness up from your belly to your chest. If you saw him smile in real life, your heart might just fly away.

But, instead of flying away, it breaks. Just as you enter the common room, you see the bottom of the terracotta pot sticking out from the garbage bin in the corner, the orange color drawing your eye towards it.

Oh.

The room is empty, so he probably just tossed it the second he saw it. Hearing laughter again, you walk towards the window and see a few people outside, enjoying the sunshine. Thor is the one laughing, chatting with Steve about something you couldn't make out. Loki is there, too, standing to the side with his arms crossed and his brows knit together so tightly they might snap off.

He glances briefly in your direction. You swear he's making eye contact, but there's no way he can see you through the dark tint of the glass.

You sigh, shuffling your feet a bit as you turn back around. Plucking the fern from the trash, you gently shake it to get the plastic off that stuck to one of the leaves. You carry it back to your room with you, berating yourself for getting teary-eyed and for the too-much bad feeling that fills your belly like lead.

After finding the fern a home next to your already mature staghorn fern, you sit and wait for dinner. If your memory is correct, the chef who makes all the meals for everyone is making something familiar to you tonight, so at least there is something to look forward to.

Loki glares at you as you take your seat across from him. Months ago, you claimed a chair where no one sat across from you on the long dining table purposefully. You hate when people watch you eat, or try to engage you in conversation when you have food in your mouth. Then Loki moved in and claimed the opposite chair.

The dining table was never packed, since there were always at least a few people absent for various reasons, so it was quite alarming when Loki chose that seat and stared at you with his icy eyes until you finished your meal. It was like he wanted you to get up and move, even though you sat down that day before he did.

Since then, he's given up on intimidating you into moving. He still sits there, of course, so it's extra awkward now that he's back to glaring at you after your failed attempt at friendship.

He knows, doesn't he? Why else would he be looking at me like he's trying to make me explode through the force of his glare alone?

Thor sat down to the left of Loki, his plate already mostly empty. He makes some comments about how the dish tastes like something from Asgard, but it's hard for you to make out with everyone else talking and scraping cutlery on their dishes.

Unfortunately, Thor must've asked you something, since he's looking at you like, "well?"

Even worse, Loki looks interested in your answer.

You swallow your bite. "Uhm… could you repeat that?"

Thor repeats himself, "I asked if you enjoyed the sunshine today. It has been such a welcome reprieve from the storms as of late." He winks, as if he had something to do with the storms, though you know he doesn't care enough to mess with the weather here. After elbowing Loki, he continues, "Even Loki basked in the sunlight this afternoon."

Loki doesn't seem to care enough to retort. He just keeps…. staring.

"Uhm… I went out this morning before the clouds parted. So… no, I didn't really enjoy the sunshine…"

Thor's eyes dart to Loki quickly before he looks back at you. "Oh? Where did you go?"

"Uhm… to town. For some shopping." You hope that's enough of an answer, but with the way the brothers just keep staring, you know it's not. "I bought some stuff for my room."

Thor brightly smiles. "Perhaps Loki could join you on your next shopping adventure. His room is still bare."

You hope you hide your disappointment well enough. Since you tried to get something for Loki's room, it hurts all the more knowing that he's actively looking for things and he rejected your gift. "Yeah. Maybe next time…"

Loki looks at you oddly. It's a subtle expression, one you hadn't seen on him before. Your mind ran through every instance you've seen an expression like that on someone else, but there was nothing. You hope it isn't disgust.

You trip your way through the rest of Thor's agonizing small talk then bring your plate to the dishwasher. Loki follows you, scraping his plate off into the compost bin. His elbow brushes your side ever so slightly, making your eyes widen. "Uhm, excuse me…" you say, as if you had bumped into him. You slot your dishes in the washer and walk away, feeling heat creep up your cheeks and your ears.

As you're walking to your quarters, a thought comes to mind.

Maybe he's just picky. Maybe a plant was the wrong gift. Books? He likes books, right? I've got hundreds stacked on my floor, at least one has to be interesting to him…

With a new goal, you quicken your pace and head directly to the stacks leaning precariously every which way against one of the walls.

Ah hah!

Without toppling anything over, you manage to snag the complete Lord of the Rings trilogy. This one is a cheap copy, one that you'd dog-eared and written in and highlighted. You think about buying him a new copy, but your impatience is winning.

If I put this in front of his door now, it'll be less obvious than giving it to him after another shopping trip.

Similar to earlier that day, you made sure everyone was still in the dining room before placing the book against the wall. You stick a little heart-shaped sticky note on the cover:

"I know you don't like it here much. I know what it's like to feel like everyone hates you. Maybe this might take your mind off it? Anyway, please don't throw this one away. It's actually mine, but you can keep it if you promise you won't damage it further. If you don't want it, maybe just put it in the common room?"

Like before, you leave off your name, hoping it might save you a sliver of embarrassment later if you find the book lying about elsewhere or in the trash.

You go to bed shortly after, forcing your anxiety to settle down as you anticipate the morning.

[ashdreams2023]

Helloooo can I ask for Loki x autistic reader where reader has a meltdown because they’re really overstimulated. And reader gets kinda snappy at him because of it? Pls fluff tho. Sending love!!!

Cape

You’re breathing was getting rigged as time passed, too many people were talking around you and so close for your comfort.

The pathway to the exit was closed by groups and important people.

You should’ve stayed in your room but you didn’t want to be left out, so here you in an outfit that felt too uncomfortable after a few hours of wearing it and shoes that hurt your feet.

"Try this, it taste sweet!" Then came Loki holding yet another colorful cocktail that most likely gonna get him too wasted to realize what’s happening around him, for the god of mischief he sure was a lightweight.

"I don’t want to" You grumbled steering away from the glass cup.

"But it tastes great! It’s colorful and isn’t disgustingly bitter like the rest" Loki kept pushing and that seemed to be your last straw at that point.

"Are you deaf?! No means no get it inside your thick skull!" You breathed heavily and then stormed out the place before anyone can see you break down even more.

Loki stood there stunned for a few seconds, he heard whispers but ignored them and immediately ran after you, it wasn’t your nature to just snap at anyone like that much less him.

He follows you until you threw yourself on the one of the empty sofas in the guests room and cried hitting your fist on the pillows.

"Dove…"

"Go away! Everything is so loud! I don’t want to be touched and these clothes Ugh!"

Loki dropped his arms and stared at you, it made sense, he was also skeptical about you attending tonight but also this was your choice, and he couldn’t tell you what to do.

He looked at the bright lights in the room then swiftly with a tap of his fingers they dimmed down, then he went down on his knees beside you, he took off your shoes, noting that your pulled away slightly from him.

Your feet were sweaty and red, no wonder you were all fidgety.

Loki sat down on the floor then sighed "sweatpants or my cape?" He asked, you didn’t respond immediately but after a couple of sniffs and finally looking his way you spoke "Cape" it almost came as a whisper but he heard you loud and clear.

Within second your clothes disappeared and his soft warm cape fell on your skin smoothly like a feather.

A sigh immediately escaped your lips and he chuckled laying his hand flat on your back "Better?"

"…yes." Loki didn’t say anything for a couple of long minutes, he let your breathing regulate again and the color come back to your face.

"I’m sorry…didn’t mean to be rude to you"

"It’s ok, I understand, I used to hate the Asgardian galas that father did, everyone would get drunk and play rough games, I counted the seconds until it was over"

"I see, do you hate the parties here too?"

"No…not as much anyways, the drinks tastes better and I have you around"

"Even when I ruin your fun?" you sat up pulling his cape over your body.

Loki smiled at you with nothing but adoration "there is no fun without my love" then he got closer and planted a kiss on each of your tear stained cheeks "Now are you hungry?"

You smiled softly and nodded your head "Starving"

"Pasta?"

"Sounds perfect"

[alls-fair-in-pride-and-prejudice]

I Will Write A Fic For You If You Donate to the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund!

I came across the super cool organization Fandom Trumps Hate just recently (as of this post actually), and unfortunately I learned of its existence too late to apply to be one of the writers for this year. Since I don't want to wait a whole year to do some good with my love of writing, I'm holding my own little auction! Let's use that autistic special interest for good!

How Much I Will Write: 1K-5K words (if I end up writing more, well, yay for the lucky auction winner I guess, but that's what I'm willing to commit to)

What Fandoms I Will Write For: Baldur's Gate 3, The Dragon Prince, Good Omens, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Loki (just... the character. I will write so many things involving that character)

What I Will (and Will Not) Write: Character x Character, Character x reader, Character x OC even if you can give me enough about your OC, are all good! Not into shipping? No worries! I love the platonic and I can even just write a character study or a songfic. I am willing to write up to M rating for this, so some spicy stuff, but not pure smut. Any of the Main Warning Tags on AO3, save Major Character Death (gotta love that angst), are off limits. If you are worried that I can't write your idea before you want to bid, go ahead and shoot me a message before you bid and I'll let you know! You can also check out my pinned post for my masterlist of past fics. I have written all the examples I have given as requests before.

How to Bid: Place the dollar amount (in US $) of your bid in the replies of this post! The bidding period begins at the time of posting, March 3 2024 12pm ESR and ends March 10th 2024 2pm EST.

What Happens If You Win: When the bidding closes I will message the top bidder from this account here on tumblr. From there, you have 48 hours to send proof of your donation. I'm giving myself a deadline of a month to have your fic ready for you.

If the winner does not send proof of donation before the time period is up, I will contact the first runner up.

Additionally, I will match the winning bid in my own donation up to $100

AND A FINAL WARNING

The purpose of this endeavor is for fun fic writing and most importantly, doing a little bit of good for the Palestinian people. Any bigotry done on this post will result in the perpetrator being blocked and disqualified from receiving a fanfic.

[starandcloud]

Safe with Me

Loki x Reader

TW: Verbal (and almost physical) fight with mother, angry Loki, autistic overstimulation, tics, anxiety and panic attacks, Pushy Christian mother, mentions of Church, and the quote "Beat God back into you"

Word Count: 1,427

Marvel Masterlist

Masterlist

If there was one thing that was certain whenever he was around was that you were safe from all threats. You were young and naive and jumped into Deity work as soon as you learned. You chose someone you felt called to, but were to young to understand what most of those terms meant. And he understood that, they guided you and made sure that you were as safe as he could be. But there was always a threat you couldn't understand, or refused to understand. She taught you what they could and made sure you were alright, he knew you were a fragile soul. But he also knew you'd grow. But for now he'd do whatever he could to protect you, you were a child. One of his children.

"YOU ARE USELESS! JUST READ ME THE GOD DAMN CARD!"

Your body shook as you tried to force out the words your mother wanted, you couldn't figure out what she wanted from you. You couldn't figure out where the numbers were or what they were even for. You didn't understand where the boxes had to be checked on the form or how you were supposed to fill them out or why she was screaming or why you couldn't talk or why you couldn't see straight or why your chest was tight and you couldn't swallow.

"I-I-I..." "JUST GIVE ME THE DAMN CARD! If I wanted someone fucking useless I would've had your father do this. Just fucking get out. I'll do it myself, you're old enough to help me with this."

Your legs shook as you fumbled out of kitchen and the grip you had on the railing was strong enough to turn your knuckles white. Your couldn't feel the steps under your feet, everything felt to light and to heavy all at once. You could feel your clothes against you and taste every scent in the air and you could feel the need to jerk your head and shake your hands.

"brruup brruuupp"

The quiet sound fell from your lips as you stumbled into your room, you shut the door just a little to hard and your mother's voice screamed up the stairs.

"DON'T SLAM MY FUCKING DOORS!"

You could feel the bile rise up in your throat and you stumbled to your bed. The soft material brought a sense of temporary comfort but... it didn't last. You could feel the need to jerk and twist your body, it burned and ached and fuck you just wanted to fucking throw up...

"Hey... Hey, are you alright little one..?"

A gentle voice asked, a warming hand on your shoulders made your body relax and then... A loud sound filled the air and you couldn't stop the flurry of rigid movements that follows, you couldn't help the different words, sounds, and whistles that left your lips. But as you slowly calmed down you felt warm arms wrap around you, gently rocking you.

"Hey, hey, you're okay Little One..." "I-I-I 'm sor-rry..."

You choked out as you tried not to sob.

"You're okay, don't apologize, you're okay." "But I hit you..." "You didn't mean to, I know you didn't." "But I'm sorry..." "If I accept your apology, will you feel better?"

The question made you tense up before quietly nodding and softly saying.

"Yeah..." "Then I accept your apology little one"

As you grew older you could feel your mental health dwindling as you drew in on yourself, anxiety plagued your days and you could feel your mind growing dark. Your relationship with your mother grew rocky, fights happened often and your mutual hatred grew. It wasn't until one particular night that you actually called out for him. For Loki. You weren't sure of the sequence of events that caused the fight but you thought it was over and were quietly sitting in your room when she stormed in. Screaming about how you hadn't done the dishes or didn't flip the lanudry. Reasonable requests, until you realized that you were the only one that did them. Your brother didn't do chores, why? Oh because "His brain is different", that was always her excuse. So when he kept kicking you under the table, you snapped; and you had gotten in trouble.

"Your brother is different!" "His brain is weird backwards!" "You need to get off his back!"

Were all phrases you heard often from your mother, since he often crossed boundaries you thought would be common sense. Maybe she wasn't angry about the dished or laundry or whatever chore you had forgotten. Whatever it was, you were sure to find out.

"You have to get off your brother's back. He's-" "Different? Special? Yeah. I know. You've been telling me my entire life that."

You snapped, making her step forward. Her hand collided with the back of your hand, making you bite your lip and smack your head on the top of your computer.

"Don't you EVER. Talk back to me like that AGAIN! You are the fucking child. Act like it. Give me your phone and computer." "No."

Her demand was unnecessary, and cruel. All you did was point out a fact. And here she was all pissed. That's when it started. Her hands hit you repeatedly, leaving red marks and making you push her away with your legs. Your hands grabbed her wrists and she screamed in pain, playing the victim. The scream made you panic and let her go. Big mistake. Her hands kept coming down on you, hitting you where she could. Not only was this scaring you, it was overwhelming you.

"LOKI!?"

You screamed, making your mother laugh and slap you harder.

"You and your fucking fantasy. When will you fucking learn that he's not. real. I need to fucking take you to church again. Beat God back into you."

A sob left your lips and then... silence. You felt your mother's body leave yours and you could feel warmer arms hold you tightly. Softly rocking you as you wept, keeping you safe. You didn't have to look up to know who it is. The gentle touch and loving eyes that checked over you, let you know who it is.

"Not real am I?"

The ginger woman asked as she stood up, her body shifting into that of a young man. Towering over your mother, his gaze upon her was threatening and almost deadly as he took a step forward.

"What are you going to beat into them?"

He asked, making your mother take a trembling step back.

"Go on. Say it again. Tell me what you're going to do to them." "W-Well um..."

Your mother stammered, looking at you for help before you quietly turned your head away, hiding in the arms of the man that held you.

After that... You were left alone, your brother was actually punished, and your life got better. You went to therapy and your mental health bloomed. Though... as nice as it all was... You didn't see much of Loki after that, they didn't visit as often as they used to but... that was fine. You still adored them nonetheless. Your life went on, you graduated high school early and went into a tech school, you were brought into the Avenger's tower for a maintenance worker. The last person you expected to see here was Loki but... When you watch them walk through the doors, cuffs and chains on her wrists and ankles your heart lept. You didn't remember walking or pushing past people, but you wrapped your arms around her tightly and smiled softly.

"Hello Boba..."

You could feel her body shift and how gentle her gaze got as she hugged you back, her touch careful and soft as she pulled hair from your face.

"Hello Little One... Look how you've grown! Your hair is so long..."

She praised as she ran her hand through your hair, gently playing with the strands as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. The two of you had a hush conversation, most of which resulted in you relaxing against her more after every sentence she spoke. You looked up at her through sleepy eyes and mumbled.

"Where've you been..?"

The question caught Lokie off guard, making her tense up before looking at Thor. Her hand had stopped it's minstrations but slowly started against as she whispered.

"I've been busy my dear child..." "Are you going to leave again..?"

You asked, making Lokie's arm tighten around you as she glared at Thor.

"No... I'm never going to leave again."

[girl-in-new-york]

Hello!!

get to know me !

she/her - pisces - movie + book nerd - shifter - writing as a hobby !

i’m kamryn, but i go by kam. I love reading and writing and would love to share that with people :)

rules and the fandoms i write for below:

Rules:

all kinds of people are welcome here, my only rules are that you are respectful and kind.

i write smut, fluff, angst, and i’ll usually will only write headcanons, blurbs, etc. not really full fics, seeing as i struggle writing about one thing for so long.

I am open to writing for fem, masc, ftm or mtf, and non gender specific readers, along with any other requests! (florist!reader, fem!reader, autistic!reader, etc).

Feel free to correct me or let me know if i have written something that is inaccurate or if i make any mistakes, but please be polite about it.

I do not write for: beastiality/anything romantic with animals, bodily fluids (other than blood, + cum), no feet kinks please, oc x reader, non con.

There will be others but feel free to request and if it makes me uncomfortable i will add it to the list and politely decline

I write for

Wolfbloods

• Rhydian Morris

• Maddy Smith

• Tom Okinawa

Teen Wolf

• Scott McCall

• Stiles Stilinski

• Derek Hale

• Allison Argent

• Lydia Martin

• Liam Dunbar

• Malia Tate

The Maze Runner

• Thomas

• Newt (only mlm)

• Gally

• Minho

• Frypan

• Brenda

• Teresa

Bridgerton

• Anthony Bridgerton

• Eloise Bridgerton

• Daphne Bridgerton

• Simon Basset

• Colin Bridgerton

• Theo Sharpe

• Benedict Bridgerton

Deadly Class

• Saya Kuroki

• Marcus Lopez

• Willie Lewis

• Maria Salazar

• Billy Bennet

• Petra

Marvel

• Pietro Maximoff

• Remy LeBeau

• Tony Stark

• Loki Laufeyson

• Natasha Romanoff

Scream

• Billy Loomis

• Tatum Riley

• Stu Macher

• Sidney Prescott

• Ethan Landry

• Amber Freeman

• Wes Hicks

• Sam Carpenter

• Mindy Meeks

• Chad Meeks

• Tara Carpenter

Extra

• Andrew Neiman (Whiplash)

• Mason Freeland (Thirteen— 2003)

• Dead Poets Society

• Harry Potter (canon and fanon characters like the slytherin boys or marauders era)

• OBX

• DC

• Criminal Minds

• COD

• Red Dead Redemption 2

• Sturniolo Brothers

I will be updating this list, but feel free to request any characters or fandoms you’d like me to write for and i’ll happily look into it!

I also am happy to write for celebrities! (Jack Champion, Evan Peters, Dylan O’brien, etc)

[stormyelliotwritez]

Masterlist

🩵 - requested

DC

Jason's older brother 🩵

Hades the game

Dating thanatos headcanons

Supernatural

Dating Dean Winchester headcanons (trans!reader)

Dead Boy Detective’s Agency

Dating The Cat King headcanons (autistic!reader)

Shameless

Getting Mickey and Ian to quit smoking 🩵

Star Wars

Meeting Kit Fisto 🩵

Stranger Things

Dating Steve Harrington headcanons

Dustin’s older brother 🩵(x steve)

Fruity four dating ftm!reader headcanons 🩵

Staying at Will’s house (m!reader with mommy issues) 🩵

Spider-verse

Hobie’s best friend 🩵

Deadpool and Wolverine

Dating them headcanons

Dating them headcanons pt 2 🩵

NSFW alphabet for Logan🩵

SFW alphabet for Logan🩵

Dating them on your period headcanons

Logan’s meltdown

Dating them headcanons (autistic!reader)

Dating them (skin picker autistic!reader) 🩵

Dating them (ftm!reader) 🩵

Wade crashes (adhd!Wade)

Meltdown (reader has one)

Logans titties (long term parther reader) 🩵

Trans Logan Headcanons (no reader)

Logan and the hot guy friend (pt 1) 🩵

Logan comforts you (trans reader) 🩵

Dating them headcanons (autistic!reader) 🩵

Logan and his hot guy friend (pt 2) 🩵

Dating them headcanons (autistic!ftm!reader who doesn’t understand socializing) 🩵

getting with them headcanons 🩵

What? (Wade has apd) (no reader)

Old rock and a 2000’s pick up truck? 😍 (ftm!reader) 🩵 (Logan)

but he’s straight (logan only) (ftm!reader) 🩵

he’s not straight? (logan only) (ftm!reader) (pt2 to above) 🩵

dating them as autistic!ftm!reader coming to terms with being trans 🩵

Cooking with Logan (boyfriend!reader) 🩵

dating them as m!reader with CIPA 🩵

dating wade as reader with venom (m!reader) 🩵

dating them as autistic!ftm!reader with touch aversion 🩵

hes a funky guy (logan only) (bf!reader) 🩵

dating them as agere!m!reader

dating them as reader with emotional blockage 🩵

dating wade as a blind spiderman 🩵

dating wade as a tailor 🩵

books in real life 🩵 (logan only, writer bf!reader)

you’re their princess! (them x chubby feminine male reader) 🩵

scratching and scarring (logan only, male reader who scratches at scabs)

dating logan as a guy with bad anxiety 🩵

hypeman!reader dating wade who likes to feel pretty 🩵

Gambit

Picnic date (long term bf!reader) 🩵

Calling him. (boyfriend reader who has a panic attack) 🩵

What? (um so gambits dead so ya) (bf!reader) 🩵

Cyclops

But I hated him? (rivals to lovers) 🩵

Charles Xavier

Mind reading time (autistic male reader) 🩵

Dating Charles as audhd!bf!reader (headcanons) 🩵

Loki

mischief not harm (trans!reader who had a mean ex)🩵

[imagine-silk]

Marvel Masterlist

MCU!Peter, Tony, Bruce w/ s/o who's a slime

Secretary!Spiderman (5 Versions)

Secretary!Spiderman getting you ready before a meeting

Secretary!Spiderman going on winter dates w/ you

Natasha + Sleepy kisses

Characters being inebriated

Stephen Strange, Peter B., Bruce Banner, Thor finding a portrait of themselves painted by you

Secretary!Trilogy!Peter finding out he's in love with you

Eddie Brock, Natasha, Tony w/ a chef s/o

Deadpool w/ vampire s/o

Peter B., Wade Wilson, Eddie Brock, Tony Stark w/ a stuttering s/o

Steven Grant and Marc Spector w/ and autistic s/o

Loki and Thor helping s/o with her period

Yandere Hela

Okay hear me out... Wade Wilson w/ a cannibal

Steve Rogers w/ a Witch!Mother-figure

Heimdall + crisp air =

Sam Wilson + memories =

Bucky + tea time =

Scott Lang + rainy =

Stephen Strange + Wong + mysterious =

Glass in my hands (Scott Lang x Reader fic)

Cupid's bow (MCU!Peter x m!Reader)

WIPS

Yandere Scarlet Witch, more

Yandere Hela w/a very cuddly darling

Yandere Wanda w/ a normal civilian!Reader

Poly!Yandere Hela and Wanda sharing a darling

Cindy Moon dating headcanons

[abbygrabska]

Hey, I'm taking commissions for fics on my Ko-fi!

it's one dollar per 250 words!

Get one here!

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

💗 Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love! 💗

Oooh, thank you!

I'm going to include some headcanon lists here as well, since I don't really have five fics that I still love tbh - but here we go!

(I ended up going on some little tangents about why I like each fic, so it's all under the cut.)

Sealing the Void (Dhawan!Master x Autistic!Reader)

It's been a while since I've reread it (or any of my fics, for that matter), so I'm not sure how the writing holds up - but I've always seen this one as my best fic. Not only did it come from an emotional place for me, but the dynamic between a reader who loves cats, and the Master not caring for them, but being fond enough of the reader to put that aside, was fun to write! I'd still like to finish the sequel to this someday.

2. Adoration Equation (Loki x Autistic!Reader w/ Dyscalculia)

My final Loki fic, and a cute one to end on, if I do say so myself! It was neat to write Loki and the reader going on a mission together, and to show them already being in a fairly new relationship, where they still have some things to learn. Being a oneshot where the two discuss the reader's disability in one conversation, I feel like this fic uses a similar-ish concept to Learning From You, but does it a lot better.

3. Headcanons: Loki with an S/O who stims

Last I checked, this was my most popular piece of writing on this blog (until a certain Doctor Who one I'm also going to list at the end), and I can see why! I liked thinking about ways Loki would interact with a partner who stims in different ways (especially thinking about things specific to him, such as his Jotun form). It's just a nice, feel-good set of headcanons for anyone who stims, and likes the dark haired alien prince!

4. Headcanons: Dhawan!Master x Autistic!Reader with a special interest in urban exploration

This one combines two of my loves - The Master and urban exploration - to some fun results! I enjoyed writing my ideas for how the Master could be playful or annoying while visiting abandoned places with the reader, and how he would have a penchant for those with darker histories. I had a look through both these, and my similar headcanons for the 13th Doctor, and I have to say that the Master would be more fun to explore with!

5. Headcanons: 13th Doctor comforting a neurodivergent S/O

Since my other favourites only involved either Loki or the Master, I had a look to see if there were any 13th Doctor imagines I particularly like - and this one was quite sweet to read through! Considering her canon admittance to not being good at comforting people, I think the idea of the reader outright telling her how to help them, and her working with that, was the best approach. It was interesting to think of how her ability to help might change when given a specific idea of how to do it.

And now for an honourable mention, because why not?

6. Headcanons: 10th Doctor x Autistic!Reader established relationship

Despite the fact that this isn't one I've seen as being particularly special, it's the piece of writing on my blog with the most notes. It might only be because it involves the 10th Doctor. Or it might be because it genuinely is pretty cute! After reading through it again, I think it does deserve to be on this list.

My writing skills are rusty as hell right now, so I think these are all worth reading, until I start improving again.

Thanks again for sending this to me!

[strikersexhaver]

Requests Rules ~! (OPEN)

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Hey y’all been a minute, just wanted to firstly get my rules and etc out there! Since I am multi-fandom now, I write for multiple and don’t be afraid to ask for a request for a character that I haven’t wrote for in a while or for at all!

I will say… I cannot make every request (not that because I dislike said request) because I do have a life and can be busy, plus I am also autistic so hyperfixtations usually motivate my writings.

So without it, I may be slow or not as good as usual. Please excuse this if it happens, I try my best.

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The fandom’s I wish to write for - ⬇️

- Helluva Boss

- Hazbin Hotel

- Baldur’s Gate 3

- Pirates of the Caribbean

- Voltron Legendary Defender

- Avatar

- Marvel

- The Walking Dead

- Genshin Impact

- Slashers

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Characters I’m more likely to write ⬇️

Helluva Boss - Striker, Blitzø, Stolas, and pretty much everyone to be honest!

Hazbin Hotel - Anyone, but preferably characters like Angel Dust

Baldur’s Gate 3 - Astarion, Minthara, haven’t progressed too far, so these for now (check back later for more!)

Pirates of the Caribbean - Davy Jones, listen I have a whole blog for him @mypookiebeardavyjones will write for others however he’s just my preferred.

Voltron Legendary Defender - Prince Lotor, Sendak, Throk

Avatar - Miles Quaritch, Ronal

Marvel - Loki

The Walking Dead - Negan, Michonne, and Daryl Dixon (please on Negan 🙏)

Genshin Impact - Neuvillette, Zhongli, Lyney, Baizhu

Slashers - Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees

(As per usual will do anyone from these fandoms! But some I might flop at…)

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Rules

✔️ - Nsfw Hc’s (it feels so awkward writing a full fanfiction of NSFW- so hc only)

✔️ - OC Descriptions, character descriptions, reader descriptions, you know “Davy Jones x mermaid! Reader” type beat

✔️ platonic writes or headcanons… either work

✔️- I only will write for minor characters if it’s in a platonic sense! Such as being a parent or being a best friend!

✔️ - Fluff, angst, all that drama- I adore! Of course!

❌ - Children. Will not write for children in a romantic, sexual, or any type of situation that negatively impacts them. In fact, if you’re coming to this blog hoping for some type of content like that? Out. Period.

❌ - Transphobia, racism, ableism, homophobia, this is a safe space especially for minorities alike.

❌ - Discrimination to any certain demographic or people

❌ - things including sexual violence, is an instantaneous no.

[sapphosvioletts]

Person I Need Most

Loki x Autistic Teen reader

Request: I 💕 your blog (and name)! Can you do a Loki x Autism!R where he has to leave; it’s R’s first time where he’s not just in the room next door if they need him. So R refuses to sleep for the ~2 days he’s gone. When he returns he gives them a piece of clothing that smells like him to cuddle with whenever he’s gone to comfort them. This is what my dad does for me when he leaves on business trips.

Word count: 852

Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.

I can’t do anything else but just stare at the ceiling with occasional tears falling down my cheeks. I don’t even have the energy to anxiously stim. I’m so tired and exhausted, but I just can’t sleep. Loki had to leave without me for the first time since I’ve started staying with him. It’s been hard to say the least.

It’s hard not having the comfort of knowing he is just next door to me. It’s hard knowing that if something happens and I need him, I won’t be able to go to him. It’s hard knowing that he’s so far away from me.

I don’t even know how much longer until he finally gets back, despite the fact that I’ve been constantly checking the time, but I don’t even take in the numbers. I just stare at them, but can’t seem to actually comprehend them. 

.oOo.

I jump when I hear a noise. I don’t know exactly how long it’s been, I’m too exhausted to tell. It even took a couple extra seconds to even comprehend and react to the noise with how tired I am. I slowly sit up and try to wipe the sleep out of my eyes. While I’m doing so, I hear my bedroom door open, causing me to whip my head over.

I gasp when I see Loki, a smile immediately coming onto my face. He softly closes the door behind him and walks over to the bed, pulling me into his arms. I lean practically all of my weight on him, my head laying on his chest as I wrap my own arms around his waist. I stim with the fabric of the back of his shirt as my leg bounces up and down, but of course he doesn’t mind at all. “I missed you” I mumble into his chest. He rubs my back and squeezes me tighter. “I missed you too, darling.” 

He can tell that something is wrong, and that I’m obviously exhausted and sleep deprived. He tries to keep the worried look off of his face though, not wanting me to see it and get concerned. 

“Here, why don’t I go get changed, and then we can get you to bed. You look exhausted.” I yawn as I nod, making him smile, though a slightly anxious smile. I follow him as he gets up and walks next door to his room. I flop onto his large, fluffy bed while he heads into his large closet to get changed. He can’t help but laugh at me, how can he not? I look practically smothered in a cloud when I flop onto his comforter.

I get under the covers and rest my head on the pillows. I try to keep my eyes from finally shutting and getting pulled into sleep. Loki isn’t even back yet, I can’t fall asleep yet. I keep fidgeting and moving, an attempt to keep myself from falling asleep. It works for only a little longer, and thankfully Loki finally comes back out, dressed in far more comfortable clothes.

He gets under the covers next to me and I immediately turn to lay my head on his chest. He smiles and runs a hand through my hair, “Did you get any sleep, at all?” He finally asks. I yawn again and shake my head no. He frowns in response. “Couldn’t without you.” I say quietly, almost inaudible and half mumbled from my tiredness. He sighs sadly, but quickly gets an idea.

“Stay here, I’ll only be one second.” He says with a devious, but loving smile. I whine as he gets up from the bed, just wanted his warmth so I can finally go to sleep. He quickly runs into his closet and grabs one of his shirts before coming back out and slipping right under the covers again. I look at him curiously.

“Here. I know this won’t make everything better, and I wish that I wouldn’t even have to leave at all. But keep this, for when I have to leave again. Then, you can still have a part of me with you, and hopefully be able to sleep.” He hands me the white, long sleeve, button up shirt. The material is perfect, its not scratchy at all like you would expect a shirt like this to be. It’s soft and smooth, and is perfect to just run my hands over again and again and again as a soothing stim.

Despite my tiredness, I break out into a smile. I cuddle the shirt close to me, not being able to stop the yet another yawn that leaves my lips. Loki chuckles and wraps an arm around me, pulling me back into him. “Thank you” I mumble, making him smile even wider. “You don’t need to thank me. I only hope that it helps, and if it does, I have plenty more shirts for you. Now go to sleep, I’ll be right here the whole time.” Right as he finishes his sentence I finally fall asleep, getting the well deserved sleep I need, with the person I needed most.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hey I love your fics so so much and I was wondering if u could do a smut with Loki and an autistic reader as I am autistic I'm sry if that's awkward to ask , if u can't np , thank you :)

Thank you so much beautiful 💗 I hope you enjoy this xx

Stimuli || Loki

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, fluff WC: 1.2k

main masterlist || loki masterlist

Today you were more than grateful that Loki could read your mind, that he could taste the emotion that you were not able to communicate. Your fingers hurt from picking at the cuticles, the skin stinging and raw from how often you did so. Loki could sense your discomfort and laced his fingers between yours and shared a sense of calm with you.

“Let’s take our leave, darling.” He said quietly in your ear, just loud enough to be heard over the crowd but not enough to overstimulate your senses any further.

He said goodbye’s on behalf of both of you as he led the way through the crowd and they parted with respect, knowing better than to brush shoulders with you. You kept your eyes firmly on Loki’s hand holding yours and trusted him to ensure he did not walk you into a walk as you wove through the halls to the prince’s quarters. The further you got from the party, the quieter the atmosphere became. You relaxed more with every step, Loki’s hand waving and absorbing the flames that illuminated the way, dimming them to a soft orange glow.

“Is this better?” He asked as he felt your grip on him ease.

“Thank you.”

You were still feeling the effects of the party when you entered the quarters, slipping your shoes off at the door and beginning your usual evening routine that had been delayed by attending the palace party. Your hands couldn’t keep still and you noticed the small changes in where things belonged, the housekeepers not having the same care as you did and you had to correct them. You turned jars that contained the various herbs for teas so that their labels were all facing forwards and adjusting the hand towel so it hung symmetrically on the hook.

Loki watched quietly from the doorway to the bedroom, his shirt already removed and placed in the hamper and his pants soon to join them. A smile graced his thin lips and he projected his pride towards you for being brave and accompanying him even though it made you uncomfortable.

“Ready for bed, love?” Loki asked as you took a last look around and seemed satisfied everything was as it should be.

“I’m not tired.” You said with a shake of your head, your body was still too stimulated by the lights and sounds of the party.

Loki chuckled as he held out his hand. “Neither am I.”

You felt his whispers in your head guiding you to what it was exactly he meant and your lips parted as you felt his desire for you. You nodded at his thoughts and took his hand, pulling you into the bedroom where the only light came from the pale moon.

“Tell me what you need.” He murmured as his hands removed your clothes and threw them into the hamper with his.

“Quiet and dark.” You said as you climbed on the bed, his eyes following  you as he licked his lips.

A green glow emanated from his palm and a strip of black material was left behind, your eyes closing before he placed the soft fabric over them and tied it off. His hands covered your ears and you felt the warmth of his magic before silence fell and you were left with your own thoughts. Your breathing hitched as your body reacted to his touch, the trail of kisses across your neck and down your clavicle, his touch the only thing you could focus on and the party pushed from your mind.

You relaxed under Loki’s hands that trailed down your side as you fell back onto the bed, the path familiar and exactly what you needed. Your head pushed back into the pillows as his fingers reached your thighs and the bed dipped as he moved to fill the space between your legs. Your jaw fell slack as his breath blew across your skin and then his tongue teased through your folds, your fingers grasping at the sheets as your body warmed all over.

Loki didn’t need to hear you, he could feel the effects of his mouth sucking on your clit and his fingers slipping through your wet folds to curl up and massage the sweet spot that had you go numb. Your hips jerked as the pleasure began to mount and even with the blindfold you could see sparks of light behind your eyelids before your mind splintered and your orgasm washed over you.

Your chest was panting as Loki eked out every aftershock and the ability to think of anything beyond the pleasure left you lying limp amongst the pillows. His lips trailed up your body as he made his way back to your face and you felt his cock hanging heavy between your legs before his hands touched your ears, the sound of your breathing returning slowly as the magic withdrew.

“You can remove the blindfold whenever you feel comfortable, darling.” Loki whispered. “Is it still too loud?”

You shook your head as you listened to the wind blowing outside and found it was no longer overwhelming as it brought the soft sounds of the party far away. Your hands released their grip on the sheets and you reached up to slowly remove the blindfold, a pair of green eyes watching intently as you blinked a few times to adjust to the low light. His smile grew as you reached out to wrap your arms around his back, his body coming closer so you could hold him and your breath hitched as his blunt head pressed against your kiss-swollen pussy lips.

Your breath left your body as his hips pushed his cock past your entrance and filled you until he bottomed out. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he felt your walls clamp around him and he moaned at the feel of reaching Valhalla. Your fingers dug into his back as the fire in your belly began to reignite and you felt him shudder as he took the claws down his back with pleasure.

Both of your breaths echoed the room as he fell to his back beside you and with a wave of his hand a warm blanket cast over you. You curled into his side as your mind came down from the high and you could no longer ignore the feel of your pleasure leaking from your body. His touch faded away as you climbed off the bed but he soon followed you to the adjoining bathroom, stopping only to grab two fresh towels the maids had left while you set the water to your temperature.

Your bodies moved in sync as you washed yourself and swapped places, comfort in the regime before you finally felt tired enough to sleep and let Loki hold you through the night.