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I almost finish a Loki one shot, in french sorry, but it'll be my first smut here ! 👏

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It's A Date

Pairings: Steven Grant x FtM reader

Summary: Steven has had his eye on a fellow coworker at the museum for awhile, only now finding the courage to actually talk to him

A/n: I feel like Steven would be the confused but supportive type that gets incredibly nervous around his partner.

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Steven took a shaky step forward, his eyes darting everywhere except the one person he desperately wanted to look at. His heart pounded against his chest, a frantic drumbeat echoing in his ears. His hands were clammy, his palms slick with nervous sweat. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, the sudden intensity of his emotions almost overwhelming.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, the sound a tiny, strangled squeak. Finally, he closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to tap the shorter male's shoulder. The man turned around, his head cocked to the side as he regarded Steven with a curious gaze.

"Can I help you?" he questioned, his voice a soft, gentle baritone that sent shivers down Steven's spine.

Steven opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He could only manage another strangled squeak, this one even more pathetic than the first.

"Pathetic," a low, gravelly voice sneered from behind him. Steven flinched, catching a fleeting glimpse of Konshu lurking in the corner of his eye.

"Sorry, I uh… I was wondering if you'd… uh… like to…" Steven stammered, his mind a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts. He desperately searched for the right words, his face flushing crimson. "Would you… would you like to get dinner with me?"

He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the

inevitable rejection. He'd made a complete fool of himself.

"I'd love that, Steven," the man replied, his voice surprisingly calm. He tugged nervously at the collar of his crisp white shirt, a small, shy smile playing on his lips. "It's a date."

Steven's eyes flew open, a nervous laugh bubbling up from his chest. "Great, I'll uh… see you then."

They exchanged information, the air between them crackling with a nervous energy. As they returned to their work, the anticipation of their upcoming date lingered, a pleasant weight in their chests.

Later that night, Steven stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, wrestling with his unruly curls. He tugged at his suit jacket, undoing the top button, feeling slightly suffocated by the formality of it all. He paced his apartment, a whirlwind of nerves. Finally, he grabbed his blazer and a box of chocolates he'd picked up on his way home – a last-minute, somewhat desperate gesture.

He stood outside the restaurant, his eyes scanning the crowd. Then he saw him. His date was waiting by the entrance, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the bustling city. Steven's breath hitched in his throat. He admired the way the suit accentuated his date's curves, the way his hair framed his face, the confident way he carried himself.

Steven was aware that his date was transgender, though he didn't fully understand the complexities of his identity. It didn't matter to him. He was drawn to this man – his laughter, his passion for his work at the museum, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He was utterly smitten.

His date spotted him and waved, beckoning him over. "Come on," he said, "Let's get a table before the place gets too crowded."

"I uh… I got these for you," he stammered, handing him a small bouquet of roses. "I wasn't sure what your favorite flower was, so I hope these are okay."

Steven's smile widened. "They're beautiful, thank you." Steven then presented him with the box of chocolates. "I remember you saying you liked caramel, so I thought I'd get you these."

They found a table, the initial conversation a bit stilted as they both struggled to find their footing. Eventually, they settled into a comfortable silence, the low hum of the restaurant providing a soothing backdrop.

"I can't remember the last time I've been on a date," his date admitted, swirling the wine in his glass. "Most people… well, most people can't seem to get past…" He gestured vaguely towards himself.

Steven couldn't understand why anyone would have a problem with him. He'd known this man for months, and he admired him deeply. "I've never actually been on a date either," Steven confessed, taking a large gulp of his wine. "I'm glad it's with you."

Steven looked at him, his eyes sparkling. "God, you're handsome."

He felt a blush creep up his neck. "I could say the same thing about you."

The rest of the evening flew by. They laughed, they talked, they shared stories. As Steven walked him home, surprised to discover that they lived in the same apartment building, his date turned to him.

"We should do this again," he suggested.

"It's a date," Steven replied, a smile playing on his lips.

As he walked back to his own apartment, Steven felt a sense of euphoria he hadn't experienced in years. This was just the beginning, he realized, the beginning of something wonderful.

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Hii ! I have an idea ;) for Loki !

I do/did a lot of panic attacks and sometimes you feel so lonely in that moment, everybody is welcomed to help you or talk to you, even if you don't really have the capacity to respond. So, in this theme, can you make a scenario where Loki is on Earth for bad reasons, his kingdom project yk, and when he starts to scare everyone with his corns and powers, he saw ftm!reader in a corner. Reader is having a panic attack, because of the sudden chaos, plus everybody is trying to run away and push him away. Loki doesn't know him, but for some reasons he goes help him.

Thanks for reading me 🎀 have a good day/night

Oh and ! I wanted to say, I'm french so..sorry for the mistakes, i try to learn as best as i can english

Clarity

Pairings: Loki x FtM reader

Summary: Admist the chaos that surrounds New York, you feel trapped like everything is closing in on you. Despite Loki's plans, he can't help but offer something anyone would least expect.

A/n: I love doing your requests, I smile everytime I see you sent one! I personally have had panic attacks, but I know it's different for everyone so I hope this does it justice. Perhaps a pt. 2 in the future?

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The cacophony of terror assaulted him. Screams pierced the air, a chilling symphony of fear and despair. Dust choked the lungs, a suffocating blanket against the already chaotic sky. Buildings, once titans of steel and glass, now lay in fractured ruins, their skeletons mocking the city's former grandeur. New York, the heart of a nation, was bleeding, its pulse weakening with every shattering crash. The once vibrant metropolis, a beacon of hope and progress, was now a battlefield, a grim testament to the fragility of civilization.

He, a mere speck in this maelstrom of destruction, lay sprawled on the cold, unforgiving concrete. The world tilted, a dizzying carousel of chaos. The weight of the crowd, a monstrous tide, had crashed over him, leaving him gasping for breath, his vision a blur of dust and blood. Panic, a venomous serpent, coiled around his chest, constricting his breath, stealing his sanity.

His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the city's own demise. Each thud was a hammer blow against his already fragile mind. The world narrowed, focusing on the suffocating pressure in his chest, the icy tendrils of fear gripping his throat. His breath came in ragged gasps, shallow and inadequate. The air, thick with smoke and the stench of destruction, seemed to cling to his lungs, suffocating him.

His vision blurred, the edges of his world darkening. He felt a detachment from reality, as if he were watching himself from a distance, a detached observer in his own personal hell. His mind raced, a whirlwind of terrifying thoughts: Was this the end? Would he die here, crushed beneath the weight of falling debris, swallowed by the chaos?

The screams of the injured, the cries of the dying, the deafening roar of collapsing buildings – they all blended into a terrifying cacophony, assaulting his senses, driving him further into the abyss of panic. He felt a wave of dizziness, the world tilting precariously. He tried to ground himself, to focus on his breathing, but the fear was too strong, too overwhelming.

He was drowning, not in water, but in the suffocating terror of the moment, the helplessness washing over him like a frigid wave. He felt a surge of adrenaline, followed by a chilling wave of weakness. His limbs trembled uncontrollably, his body shaking with the force of the panic attack. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the grime coating his skin. He was a leaf caught in a hurricane, tossed and turned, utterly insignificant in the face of this overwhelming force. The screams of the city, a haunting chorus, echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of the horror unfolding around him.

Then, a hand, strong and steady, reached out, pulling him from the abyss. Loki, his face etched with a grim determination, gazed down at him, his eyes mirroring the chaos, yet holding a flicker of something else – compassion.

Loki saw himself reflected in the other's eyes – the fear, the helplessness, the crushing weight of despair. He remembered being a child, lost and alone in a world that seemed intent on tearing him apart, a world where pain was a constant companion. He understood the suffocating grip of panic, the way it could steal your breath, your sanity, your very soul. He remembered the paralyzing fear of uncertainty, the feeling of being utterly alone in a sea of chaos.

"Can you hear me?" Loki's voice was a low rumble, a comforting anchor in the storm.

He could only nod, his body trembling, his mind still reeling. The panic attack was receding, leaving behind a lingering tremor in his limbs and a profound sense of exhaustion.

Loki, despite the chaos swirling around them, the city crumbling at their feet, felt a surge of protectiveness. This young man, broken and lost, mirrored his own reflection in a shattered mirror. He saw the raw fear in the other's eyes, the same fear that had haunted him for so long. He felt a deep-seated need to protect him, to shield him from the horrors of this day.

"Allow me to help," he murmured, his voice a gentle current in the raging torrent. As he guided the young man through the debris, Loki felt a strange sense of calm descend upon him. In the midst of destruction, he had found a purpose, a chance to offer solace, to ease the suffering of another. And as he looked back, a fleeting smile touched his lips. "Wait for me," he whispered, his voice carried away on the wind, "our paths will cross again."

The city groaned, a wounded beast bleeding out onto the streets. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the smoke-filled air, illuminating the wreckage of what was once a thriving metropolis. Amidst the chaos, Loki stood, his gaze fixed on the horizon, a solitary figure against the backdrop of devastation.

He thought of the man, his face pale and drawn, eyes wide with terror. He remembered the warmth of the man's hand in his, a fragile connection in the face of overwhelming chaos. And then, he thought of the look of quiet desperation in the man's eyes as Loki helped him navigate the treacherous terrain of the ruined city.

A strange calm descended upon him. A sense of clarity, unexpected and profound. The years of deceit, of manipulation, of chaos – they seemed to fade away, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose. He had found meaning in the act of helping another, a flicker of goodness amidst the darkness.

Days later, Loki stood before the Avengers, his hands bound, his expression inscrutable. Iron Man, his eyes narrowed, demanded an explanation. "Why?" he boomed, his voice echoing through the stark, metallic chamber.

Loki looked at them, at the faces etched with suspicion and distrust. He saw the reflection of his own past in their eyes – a history of betrayal, of broken trust. "A sense of clarity," he replied, his voice a low rumble.

The Avengers exchanged confused glances. "Clarity?" Captain America echoed, perplexed.

Loki did not elaborate. He had found clarity in the act of helping, in the unexpected surge of compassion that had washed over him. It was a fragile seed, perhaps, but it was a beginning. And that, he realized, was enough.

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Nanami x ftm reader thoughts~! ૮꒰ྀི ෆ ˃̣̣̥ ⤙ ˂̣̣̥ ෆ ꒱ྀིა

Tags: pure NSFW, vaginal creampies, slight breeding, eating out, Afab on Amab sex, office sex, under the desk blow jobs, slight degrading <33

A/N: I’ve been doin a’ lotta Amab reader works s’ I figured I’d feed m’ trans sweethearts too !

Taglist: @asher-is-hotxp @yyuinaa @silvern1006 @kimisbunny @unstab1eperson2

Just thinkin bout sextin Nami while he’s at work, sending pics of you in his fav pair of lacy panties with the frills around your pretty thighs, him responding with a message tellin you to “knock it off, I can’t afford a hard on right now [name]” but you just won’t listen will you?…oh how you could practically hear his teeth gritting and that vein bulging on his forehead when he’s all irritated…oh god you’re wet at the thought- did you just send him a pic of that? oops.

Just thinking bout Nanami comin home from a long day of work, his cock is all hard and he’s pent up from those skimpy pictures of yourself but he doesn’t touch you, he walks in the room only to look at you N’ take his tie off along with his coat before walkin off to his study in the house, he leaves you so pent up and desperate that you have’Ta beg him to even let him permit you to give a blow job before he even considers fuckin your needy cunt. Nami just grumbled on about “you want your pussy fucked then earn it— apologize for teasing me at work” he’d leave you sobbing and whining out apologies around his dick.

Just thinkin bout Nami being totally cruel with your pussy, he fucks you bent over his desk raw, his hips slap your ass cheeks flushed Nd’ he just croons you on talkin bout “y’know it deserves it for bein so greedy— if it wasn’t so needy then maybe you’d listen more” he’d talk and have full on conversations with your cunt while his tip pulses against your womb leaving a throbbing feeling between your thighs, he’s the type of man to dirty talk your cunt like you aren’t even in the room, Nanami forces his loads inside you, he may seem so tame N’ cold but his seed is your punishment. Nami makes you feel his load inside your swollen insides all day leaving you feeling bloated N’ sick.

Just thinkin bout Nanami’s idea of affections, if he’s a little too rough with your pussy he’ll be all affectionate with it by peppering kisses on your clit while he jus massages your thighs and makes out with your lips whispering bout how he “didn’t mean to be so mean on his pretty baby” Nanami is either a sweet talker or he’s cruel. Nami is vanilla with sex he’s a man with old ideals and old fashioned morals so oral and penetration is all he does unless you wanted to try something new, Nanami may be rough and fuck you hard but he doesn’t have a lot of other kinks besides that and maybe if you ever get him to admit it he does wanna see you all knocked up by him.

Just thinking bout you and Nami being together for a real long time. You two have been together long enough that kids have been mentioned, you’re in the middle of getting your insides wrecked by his cock and you already have two loads pumped inside you and all nami can do is heave in your ear “wanna give you my kids— I wanna knock this pretty pussy up-“ his platinum hair is a mess and his hand is wrapped around under your thigh lazily rubbing your clit while he fucks your pussy loose and has your puffy petals all wrapped wide around his girth making your labia look extra swollen from his cock.

Just thinking bout Nami biting your breasts at night when your binder is off, he knows your tits are all sensitive and your nipples are puffy but his if he doesn’t love to drool and make out with them like he does your pussy, if he’s lucky and you feel like it he loves squishing your tits together with his cock between them makin you open your mouth and stick that pretty little tongue out…he loves watching your nose scrunch at the tender feeling of the boob job you were giving him, his tip pressing to your tongue with every thrust makin you taste his precum before he strokes his cock at the end and finishes with his cum getting all over your mouth and chin, shooting down on York breasts leaving you a sticky mess while he grunts out “there’s a pretty boy”

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Hello, I love your Bucky stories ^-^

Can I request a dom Bucky x bottom mreader smut?

Slow and romantic sex on a rainy evening.

Firelight And Rain

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Male reader

Summary: A cozy rainy evening turns into a whirlwind of passion

A/n: I have a lot of requests in my drafts, so bare wth me while I get around to all of them. I also have a few nonrequests in drafts for the holidays. Requests still open, but I'm strictly doing marvel from now on!

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The rhythmic patter of rain against the windowpane mingled with the crackling dance of the fire, casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls of the small, cozy bedroom. Two figures, entwined beneath the crisp white sheets, were silhouettes against the warm glow, their bodies moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Bucky, his eyes half-lidded with desire, hovered over his lover, his lips tracing a path of fire across the expanse of his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He nipped and sucked gently at the smooth skin, a low hum of pleasure escaping his lips as his lover, with a soft moan, tangled his fingers in Bucky's hair, tugging gently.

Bucky's hands, calloused but gentle, roamed across his lover's body, a caress here, a squeeze there, sending shivers rippling down his spine. He trailed a trail of kisses down his torso, each touch igniting a spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of his boxers, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of the taut muscles beneath.

With a shared sigh, they discarded the rest of their clothes, the rustle of fabric a whisper in the quiet room. Their bodies, slick with sweat, pressed together, a shudder running through them as their erections met, a promise of the pleasure to come.

Bucky captured his lover's lips in a kiss that was both fierce and tender, their bodies moving as one, a symphony of flesh and desire. Soft moans escaped their lips, each touch, each movement, sending a jolt of pleasure through their aching bodies. Lost in the moment, they explored each other with a reverence born of love and passion, their souls as intertwined as their bodies.

Bucky deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the contours of his lover's mouth, a silent conversation passing between them. He tasted the salt of his lover's sweat, the faint tang of the fire, and the intoxicating sweetness of their passion.

His hands, strong and sure, moved lower, exploring the landscape of his lover's body with a reverence that bordered on worship. He found the tight knot of muscle at his lover's core, gently massaging it, eliciting a low groan that sent shivers down Bucky's spine.

His lover, in turn, reached up and cupped Bucky's face, his thumb stroking the line of Bucky's jaw. "You," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, "you feel so good."

Bucky pressed closer, his body a furnace against his lover's. He moved slowly, deliberately, savoring the anticipation, the building tension that threatened to consume them both. He found the sweet spot, the place where pleasure bloomed into an explosion of sensation, and he held it there, reveling in the shared ecstasy.

Their bodies convulsed, a wave of pleasure washing over them, leaving them breathless and spent. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Bucky buried his face in his lover's neck, inhaling the scent of his skin – a mix of woodsmoke and something uniquely him – a comforting anchor in the aftermath of their passion.

"Always you," Bucky murmured, his voice thick with contentment, tracing lazy circles on his lover's back. "Always."

His lover smiled, a slow, lazy curve of his lips. "Always you, my love." He reached up and tangled his fingers in Bucky's hair, pulling him closer. "Forever."

The air in the room, thick with the scent of their shared sweat and the lingering wood smoke, was electric with the aftermath of the moment. They lay entwined, their bodies still trembling from the release, a comfortable silence settling between them. Bucky, his head resting on his lover's chest, listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting counterpoint to the crackling of the fire.

He traced lazy patterns on his lover's skin, his fingers lingering on the sensitive flesh around his hip. "Never thought I'd find someone who could make me feel like this," he confessed, his voice a low rumble.

His lover chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through his chest. "Me neither," he admitted, his hand gently stroking Bucky's hair. "You… you make me feel whole, Bucky."

Bucky looked up, his eyes meeting his lover's in the firelight. "And you… you make me feel alive," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "More alive than I ever thought possible."

He leaned up and kissed his lover, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss of contentment, of gratitude, of a love that transcended words.

They lay there for a long time, simply enjoying the quiet intimacy, the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the comfortable silence punctuated only by the crackling of the fire and the rhythmic beat of their hearts. As sleep began to claim them, Bucky snuggled closer, finding solace in the familiar warmth of his lover's embrace. He knew, with a certainty that settled deep within his soul, that this was where he belonged, in this moment, with this man, forever.

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Hii again ;) ! Hope you're doing alright

I have a request, for Loki (again). Where reader is ftm (again) and this time Loki doesn't know it, and he doesn't even know reader in fact. In whatever circumstances they met and when Loki realize reader's situation he's a bit..clumsy. He knows a lot of creatures from Asgard but never see a transgender person. But he's not mean ! And in fact, he's very intrigued by this person, maybe a sort of ftm worshipping ? In a lower step ofc, not awkwardly

Thank you !! 🎀 The last one was perfect !

Moonlight And Mischief

Pairings: Loki x FtM reader

Summary: A late evening walk introduces Loki to someone new, someone he quickly becomes fond of.

A/n: I absolutely love when I get requests from you, Loki is a huge comfort character so I enjoy getting to write for him!

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The air hung heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine as Loki strolled through the forgotten garden. A low hum escaped his lips, a melancholic tune that mirrored the turmoil swirling within him. His gaze swept over the overgrown paths, the moonlight filtering through the dense foliage casting long, dancing shadows. He sought solace in this forgotten corner of the world, a refuge from the intrigues and burdens of Asgard.

As he wandered deeper, his hum deepened, a haunting melody that echoed through the stillness. Suddenly, it was answered, a softer counterpoint weaving through the air. Curiosity piqued, Loki followed the sound, his senses alert. He navigated through a maze of overgrown hedges, the air growing thick with the scent of lilies. Finally, he emerged before a small, moonlit pond, its surface shimmering with reflections of the stars.

A figure sat on the edge of the pond, their silhouette barely discernible in the deepening shadows. With a graceful gesture, they waved a hand, and a constellation of lanterns sprang to life, illuminating the scene with a warm, ethereal glow.

Loki found himself gazing upon a sight that could have been plucked from a Midgardian myth. The figure, bathed in the soft light, was mesmerizing. They sat with a book open on their lap, their long fingers tracing the worn pages as they dipped their feet into the cool water.

"You aren't invisible, you know," a voice, soft as the rustling leaves, broke the spell.

Loki, startled, cleared his throat. "My apologies. I didn't realize anyone else frequented this secluded corner."

A gentle chuckle rippled through the air. "This place has a way of drawing those who seek solitude."

An unspoken understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the sanctuary they had both found within these forgotten walls. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the water against the shore and the shared melody that still lingered in the air.

"I've never seen you here before," Loki remarked, his gaze drawn to the figure's face.

"Oh, but I've seen you," they replied, a hint of amusement in their voice. "Prince Loki, the God of Mischief, always stirring up trouble."

Loki felt a jolt of surprise. "You know who I am?"

"Of course," they smiled, revealing a captivating play of light and shadow. "Everyone knows the God of Mischief."

Intrigued, Loki sat beside them, the silence between them comfortable and expectant. He found himself captivated by their presence, their aura radiating an inner peace that he craved.

Their conversations became a nightly ritual. They would share stories, both mundane and fantastical, their laughter echoing through the moonlit garden. Loki found himself drawn to their gentle spirit, their quiet strength. He learned to appreciate their insightful observations, their unique perspective on the world.

One evening, as they sat gazing at the stars, the male turned to Loki, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Loki, there's something I need to tell you."

Loki, sensing their apprehension, leaned closer, his attention undivided. "Anything, my friend."

"I... I am transgender," he confessed, his gaze fixed on the shimmering water.

Loki, taken aback, processed the information slowly. He had encountered many strange and wondrous beings in his travels, but this… this was new. "You… you mean you were born a woman?"

The figure chuckled softly. "Yes, but… I am a man."

He explained, carefully and patiently, the complexities of his identity, the dissonance between his inner self and the body he was born into. Loki listened intently, his mind grappling with this new concept.

"I see," he murmured, his voice thoughtful. "It changes nothing, does it? You are still you."

Relief washed over his face. "Thank you, Loki. I… I was afraid you wouldn't understand."

In the following weeks, their friendship deepened. Loki, ever the curious one, delved deeper into the nuances of gender identity, his initial confusion giving way to understanding and acceptance. He began to notice subtle changes in the others demeanor, a newfound confidence blooming within them.

One night, as they sat by the pond, Loki found himself inexplicably drawn to them. He gazed at the others face, illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns, and an unexpected wave of emotion washed over him. "You are… you are truly beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky.

He looked up, startled, their eyes widening. "Loki?"

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with theirs. "Your eyes… they shimmer like the stars themselves."

A blush crept up his neck, his gaze fixed on the ground. Loki gently cupped his face, Loki's thumbs tracing the contours of his jawline. "I would… I would do anything for you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Anything at all."

Overwhelmed, he could only whisper, "Loki…"

He leaned in, his lips brushing against theirs in a soft, tentative kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of their touch, the warmth of their skin, the intoxicating scent of their breath.

The kiss, tentative at first, deepened, Loki's hands finding their way around his waist, pulling him closer. A low moan escaped his lips as he surrendered to the moment, his senses reeling. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching his face, a mixture of disbelief and wonder in their depths.

"I… I have dreamt of this," he confessed, his voice trembling. "Of your touch, of your lips… of you."

Loki smiled, a genuine, heart-warming smile that reached his eyes. "I… I have dreamt of you too," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in again, this time capturing Loki's lips in a passionate kiss, a kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken desires, of a love that had been blossoming in the shadows for far too long. Loki sighed into the kiss, his body trembling with a newfound intensity. He had found his equal, his soul mate, in this unexpected corner of the world.

He pulled back, his eyes shining with an ethereal light. "You are… you are perfect," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "More perfect than any god, any myth, any dream I could ever have imagined."

He cupped Loki's face, his thumb gently tracing the curve of his cheek. "You are everything to me, Loki."

Loki leaned into his touch, his heart overflowing with a love he had never known existed. "And you… you are my everything," he whispered, his voice filled with a profound sense of peace and joy.

As they sat there, bathed in the soft glow of the lanterns, their hands intertwined, they knew this was only the beginning of their story, a love story that defied expectations, that transcended the boundaries of gender, and that promised a future filled with endless possibilities.

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Happy birthday to my favorite actor, Jakey Jake 💗 wish you the best day, enjoy the time with family and friends and thanks for introduce me to cinema because i sucked

Love u 🎉

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Kinktober Day 27

starring: homelander x male reader

request: sub!thicc femboy ftm reader x dom!homelander where reader is a supe in the seven who is stronger than all the heros and especially homelander but not strong enough in bed?? homelander finds reader in his apartment right in his room trying on the shortest skirts that shows his ass and pink high stockings, reader trys to explain before he gets his ass eaten and fucked raw until he cant breathe properly. i want some breeding kinks and alot of spanking, and ass worship if thats okay? i know ur busy but im just requesting this only if you have time, please and thank you.

warnings: smut, degradation, cursing, dub-con kinda, ass slapping, hair pulling, breeding kink, breathe play sorta, ass eating, fingering, rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex

being the strongest of the supes was a feat that you never lived down when it came to homelander, your looks were as everyone else would put it 'girly' but can they really say anything when you're more powerful the seven combined and shall we add better looking.

this was especially infuriating to homlander who always had the thought of you being better than him in the back of his head constantly,no one ever took him seriously with threats because they knew you were strong enough to kick his ass.

so what better way to resolve an issue than to show up at your apartment, he knocks at the door "who is it" you yell seemingly running to open the door "homelander" he sternly speaks "you know the rules john, no superhero name in my place" you say letting him in, once more like you always do you shoot him down.

whether that be during missions when you nab the bad guy just when he was about to or talk down on him on minuscule things, it made his blood boil with hatred for you "shoes off at the front door" you add walking back to your room, john silently mocking the way you said it before walking into your room.

he wasn't really shocked when he saw you trying on skirts, it's what you usually wore when not in your superhero suit but what did surprise him is when you try on the most dainty skirts that leave little to nothing to imagination, your ass pretty much spilling out of the bottom.

"what did you want" you ask turning around to look at him, he wasn't all there his mind flooding with what he wanted to do to you and being the psycho he is he acts on those thoughts, bending you over on your bed and ripping off you underwear but leaving the pretty skirt, he spits on his fingers and shove them in you, fingering you open to take his cock.

what first was strained grunts trying to break free from him are now turning into desperate moans loving the way his slender fingers fuck you "who would've thought the sevens strongest member could be so slutty" john teases you shoving his fingers deeper in your tight warmth.

"fuck you john" you say back before dropping your face into the bed and moaning out loudly, homelander slowly pulls his fingers out, strands of saliva following with it as he brings it to his mouth as sucks it off, just when you though he was done he pushes you back into the bed and leans down to your ass, his tongue invading it quickly.

he starts eating you out like a sundae, tongue prodding at every part of your gummy walls, you loved it to, your hands reaching out to grab a pillow and bring it to your face to let out all your dirty sounds, moans and whimper and all of it, john lays a harsh smack on your ass to get those pretty little sounds out again and it works, eliciting broken whines out of you more and more.

he moves from eating you out to nipping his teeth at your ass, sucking at it, or just slapping it continuously, by the end of it you ass is ruined in hickeys and bruises, some teeth marks here and there, he stands up and lowers his pants and underwear "don't worry i'll be done soon" he leans down to whisper in your ear, kissing you neck before leaning back up to then push his cock into you.

that big fucker was splitting your hole in two with how big he was, you were struggling to even choke back moans, john seeing you gives all your moans and sounds to the pillow angered him a little, snatching it from your arms to throw it off to the side and restraining your hands behind your back with his tough grip.

"go ahead moan my name like a fucking slut y/n" he pulls your head up from the bed by your hair to look at you, he was fucking into you so hard you couldn't even answer him let alone breath, your eyes flickering shut but john gets you back awake.

"hey look at me, look at me, this ass is all mine right, ill fuck it whenever and wherever right" he questions, his grips tight on your chin "mhm yes sir im... all yours to ruin" you croak feeling the wind get knocked out of your lungs with every thrust into your hole "m'gonna fill you up nice and good with my cum, hell maybe you can give me a new kid" he chuckle darkly, hand wrapping around your throat to keep you right up next to his face.

while his other hand keeps your ass in place with a firm grip on your hip, after the heavy fucking he cums in you, filling out your stomach to almost bursting, even after a minute or so you could still feel him cumming in you before he finally pulled out of your sloppy hole with a heavy and drawled out groan, releasing you from his dangerously tight grip.

"now who's the stronger supe" he asks lifting your weak head up to look at him "you sir" you weakly say "speak up" he orders "you homelander" you restate with little to no confidence left in you, at this point you were going to be nothing but his bitch.

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Aw it is so warm and soft, i love that thank you so much ! It is soooo difficult to find Loki and ftm writings, I'm glad you accept my request ! And wow you wrote it very quickly ;) Plus, you gave me a hit of inspiration, and that's pretty rare so again, thank you ! 🌟

Hii !

Can i request a Loki x ftm!reader please ? Tbh i don't have a particular idea in mind, i would love some smut if you're ok with that <3

Thank you for reading me 🎀

Everything About You

Pairings: Loki x FtM reader

Sunmary: You'd grown up around the prince's mainly Loki as your mother helped teach him magic, he was the first person you'd come out to about being transgender. As you two got older Loki grew feelings for you and vise versa.

A/n: I get really excited seeing requests from you guys! It won't be extremely explict since I personally like the idea of a softer Loki, but I hope you enjoy!

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The velvet curtains of Loki's chambers swayed gently in the imperceptible breeze, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. It was the witching hour, the time when shadows held whispers and secrets bloomed in the stillness of the night.

He lay sprawled across his bed, a silken robe of emerald green draped loosely around his lithe frame, a forgotten book slipping from his grasp. His gaze, usually sharp and calculating, was lost in the intricate patterns woven into the fabric, a reflection of the turmoil within.

A soft click, almost imperceptible, echoed from the doorway. Loki's head snapped up, emerald eyes narrowing. It was Thor, undoubtedly, his brother's boisterous presence usually preceded by a booming laugh and the clatter of footsteps. But this… this felt different, a subtle shift in the air, a whisper of magic that danced on the periphery of his senses.

He knew magic. He knew the subtle shifts, the subtle disguises. This was not his brother. It was him.

His childhood friend, the one constant in a world of shifting sands and ever-changing alliances. The one who knew the depths of his soul, the secrets he dared not whisper to the wind.

Late-night visits were a ritual, a clandestine exchange of stories and secrets, his friend often cloaked in a borrowed identity to evade the watchful eyes of the palace guards.

"You know I abhor that skin on you," Loki murmured, his voice a silken thread, his gaze returning to the fallen book.

He knew why his friend did it. In a world that demanded conformity, that sought to define him by the narrow confines of expectation, the illusion of another man offered a fleeting sense of belonging. A desperate attempt to fit into a mold that was never meant for him.

But Loki never saw the deception. He saw the essence, the soul that resided within that borrowed frame. He remembered the whispered conversations of childhood, the shared dreams, the unwavering loyalty that transcended appearances. He remembered the day his friend, with trembling voice and tear-filled eyes, had confessed his truth, the weight of the world seemingly lifted from his shoulders.

"You asked to see me," Loki acknowledged, his voice a low caress.

The illusion began to unravel, the borrowed skin melting away like mist. Soon, only the essence remained, a slender figure clad in the silken off-white pajamas Loki had gifted him, a reminder of a shared history, a bond forged in the fires of friendship.

Loki rose from the bed, the forgotten book forgotten, the emerald curtains falling back to reveal the moonlit balcony beyond. He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that warmed the corners of his eyes, a smile reserved only for this soul, this friend, this… this man.

For years, his heart had held a secret, a yearning that dared not speak its name. He had watched, admired, cherished, his love a silent, unspoken symphony. But tonight, the silence would be broken.

They sat in companionable silence for a time, the rhythmic breathing of the night their only soundtrack. Loki, his gaze drawn to the moonlit balcony, felt a tremor of apprehension, a flutter of nerves he hadn't experienced in centuries.

He turned to his friend, his voice husky with unspoken emotions. "I… I have feelings for you," he confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush.

A startled laugh, a dismissive wave of the hand. "Very funny, Loki."

But Loki saw the flicker of something in his friend's eyes, a fleeting vulnerability that mirrored his own. "Why can't you believe me?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of frustration.

He crawled towards his friend, his body a sinuous serpent, his hands bracketing his friend's face. "I don't care what you were born, what the world expects of you. I see you, truly see you. And I… I adore you."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against his friend's ear, his breath warm against the sensitive skin. "Everything about you. The way the moonlight catches in your hair, the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the way your laughter echoes through the halls of this palace… I adore it all."

He began to unbutton the silken pajamas, his fingers tracing the delicate patterns, his touch a caress. "These scars," he whispered, his gaze tracing the faint lines that marred his friend's chest, "a testament to your strength, your resilience. A reminder of the battles you've fought, the pain you've endured."

His friend's eyes, wide with a mixture of disbelief and dawning realization, mirrored the moonlight. He had spent his life trying to conform, to erase the marks of his past. But Loki, with his gentle touch, his words of affirmation, was erasing the years of self-doubt, revealing the beauty that lay beneath.

"I love you," Loki whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Why can't you love yourself?"

A long silence followed, a shared breath, a shared gaze. Then, slowly, tentatively, his friend began to shift, his body mirroring Loki's, a silent testament to the power of love, the power of acceptance.

"Because I see what is expected of a man," his friend whispered, his voice barely audible, "and I… I don't fit."

Loki gently cupped his face, his thumbs tracing the contours of his jawline. "You are not defined by expectations, my love. You are defined by your spirit, your courage, your unwavering loyalty."

He leaned in, his lips meeting his friend's in a kiss that was both tentative and passionate, a kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken emotions, a kiss that promised a future where love would conquer all.

"Let me show you," Loki murmured against his lips, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Let me show you what it means to be loved, to be cherished, to be truly seen."

The kiss deepened, a hungry exploration of lips and tongues. Loki's hands, calloused from years of wielding magic and wielding weapons, traced the delicate curve of his lover's jawline, then slid down to cup the back of his neck, his fingers tangling in the soft hair. He groaned, the sound muffled against his lover's mouth, his body trembling with a need that went far beyond the physical.

"You," Loki whispered, pulling back slightly to gaze into those beautiful eyes, eyes that mirrored the storm clouds gathering in his own. "You are a masterpiece, a symphony of contradictions.

Fierce and gentle, strong and vulnerable, a warrior and an artist." He traced a fingertip along the delicate line of his lover's cheekbone. "Your spirit, it burns brighter than any star, a beacon of hope in a universe often shrouded in darkness."

He pulled his lover closer, burying his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his skin, a unique blend of sandalwood and something uniquely him. "You are brave," Loki murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Braver than anyone I have ever known. You faced the world, faced the whispers, the doubts, and you emerged triumphant, a phoenix rising from the ashes."

He looked up, his eyes searching his lover's. "You taught me what it means to truly love, to love without boundaries, without judgment. You showed me the beauty in difference, the strength in vulnerability." He leaned in, his lips meeting his lover's in a kiss that was both tender and fierce, a kiss that promised a lifetime of devotion.

"Let me show you," Loki murmured against his lips, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Let me show you what it means to be loved, to be cherished, to be truly seen."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Let me show you what it means to be loved by a god."

With that, he began to move, his body a whirlwind of power and passion, his touch a symphony of fire and ice. He explored every inch of his lover's skin, whispering words of love and adoration against his ear, his every touch a testament to the depth of his devotion.

This scene focuses on Loki expressing his love and admiration for his partner, highlighting his unique qualities and the impact he's had on Loki's life. It emphasizes the emotional connection and the promise of a future filled with love and acceptance.

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"ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ɴᴀᴍᴇ?"

Hey gays.. been awhile hehe?

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You were currently walking the dark, old halls.. clutching on your crowbar that you carry around, you got separated from Mr. Crawling awhile back because the walls just shifted.

You looked around carefully and cautiously, sweat dripping down your chin despite the air in the room being really cold.

You felt eyes trailing on your skin, making the hair on the back of your neck stand, you turned your head to look back only to see nothing at all.. maybe you're just paranoid.. but the feeling of eyes following you didn't helped at all.

A shivering breath left your lips, eyes scanning around as you continued to walk, your shoulders slumped slightly, slicking your bangs back.

You blinked then the hallway became crimson red.

The room's temperature dropped down completely, you couldn't help but feel dread.

Your vision flicker and once it subsided a man with a red umbrella appeared Infront of you.. the same guy that asked for your name before.

His eyes peaked through his bangs, smiles never faltered. "Teach name?" He asked, voice almost soft like a whisper.

You remembered what the guy from the telephone said.. Never tell your name... Another shiver ran down your back, he grew close to you, leaning down to match your height.

"Name. You teach name. Teach name." His voice became more persistent. His fingers suddenly reached to your hair, caressing a strand through his slender grey fingers.

You were frozen, unable to move.. possibly from fear perhaps?..

His thumb pressed against your cheek, caressing them gently.. the touch almost Comforting, yet the lingering fear still present.

"Me like you. Teach name.. please?"

"N-no.." You managed to speak, lips quivering as the cold air touched your face.

"No?..." He asked, his voice dangerously low.

"Why? You not like me?.." He questioned demandingly, his gentle touch fading into a harsh grip on your cheek, his actions made you tremble, your lips parting to let out a whimper.. only to be shushed by a kiss.

Your eyes widen in shocked, staring at the Scarlet man with confusion along side with fear, your heart beating as his free hand wrapped around your waist.

"Me give name.. you give name too.. you like?.." He smiles, whispering close to your ear. "W-wha?.." you stared up at him in confusion only for your train of over-flodding thoughts wiped clean with another kiss, whimpers left you yet again as the strange man kept kissing you.

"Scarlettella.. me name." He spoke. "Me teach name.. you teach name now." His fingers then Interlicked with yours, pinning you against the nearest wall.

"N-no!" You stutter out, shutting your eyes tight then that familiar palm pressed against your check.

His lips now tracing down your neck, soft gasps left you. Chest rising and falling quickly than usual.

"Like you.. like you much..."

His hands crept to unbutton your raincoat.. your crowbar dropped to the cold floor, you kept your eyes shut.. unable to look at the scary man.

You suddenly felt cold... That's when you realized your clothes are gone.

"H-hey!-" You were cut off before you could even speak, you were lifted off the ground, the man's forehead touch yours, his breath fanning over your face.

"Cute... You cute.." his hands parted your thighs like the red sea, his face nuzzled into the crevice of your neck.

You felt something poke between your folds, you gasp out loudly as he began to rub his cock against your folds, your mouth open, letting out silent screams as you clung to him, your mind going black from the feeling of his base hotdogged between your folds.

"P-please.." you didn't know if you're either begging him to continue or stop.. your mind feels like jelly, practically oozing out of your ears.

Once you were wet enough he slowly slid in, "S-scarletella.." you gasp out his name, trembling against his hold.. he felt so good inside you.. you weren't supposed to like this.. but this feeling felt so good.. so addicting.

"Good?.. you good?.." Scarlettella whispered softly, kissing your neck in a comforting manner.

You weakly nodded, vision dazed as he hits your cervix - his tip kissing it almost so lovingly. "A-ahhh~... W-wait n-ngh.." You felt like your going to melt in his hands, sweat bead down your body as he grins.

"You like me.. me like you.. me like you very much!" He kissed you deeply, gripping your waist tightly, he then turned you around, your chest against the wall as he thrust into you from behind, his tip persistently pressed harder against your cervix, as if wanting to knock you up badly.

"Teach name.. please?.." he pleadingly begged.

You couldn't think straight anymore, your head too distracted from the pleasure that you slipped your name accidentally.

He smiles happily.. nuzzling into your nape as he finished inside you.

"Mine.. yours.. together forever..."

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐗

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐉𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — ftm!reader. sub!reader. dom!jhonny cage. shower sex. cervix fucking(?). size kink. hair pulling. breeding.

a/n: fun fact, i started this right after day one bc i couldn’t wait for day two. surprisingly, ive been early with so ideas and im way ahead of schedule, soooo *pats ny back*. anyways, jhonny cage was inevitable since the man has so much smut made of him (can you blame anyone?) so here’s my take on him! enjoy! 🫶🏼

You didn’t know how long your knees were going to last, as they buckled underneath you.

Jhonny wasn’t helping either, pressing you up against the foggy glass until your whole body was flat on it. His movements were painfully slow, but sharp and sudden, forcing yelps out of your sore throat. His tip kissed your cervix, leaving you breathless and your mouth hanging open without another noises coming out.

“Giving up already? C’mon baby, you can do better then that..!”

Jhonny teased, chuckling at your fucked out state. He towers over you, peering at your drenched face. Stained with tears and cum, your hair sticking to your flushed cheeks, the sight seeming making his dick harder.

“Keep that pretty face on me, yeah?” He murmured.

You didn’t know if it was the heat from the hot water, or from your body, but your skin felt hot to the touch. Your cheeks were reddened, the red tint sitting below your eyes and spreading on them till you looked like a doll with too much blush. Your lips, swollen from Jhonny suckin’ on them earlier and your hair dripping wet and all over the sides of your head. You looked god damn perfect, and your husband couldn’t get enough.

He grabbed your cheeks, forcing your head to turn in his direction as he began to pick up the pace. Through syrupy eyes, you made out a smirk forming across his lips and tried to speak, but couldn’t through your pouty lips. Absolutely adored, Jhonny placed a sweet and gentle peck on them. However, his pace quickened still, listening to your moans getting louder and louder.

“J-Jhonny..! M’gonna cum..!”

You babbled, gripping his arm that wrapped around your neck at this point, almost putting you in a headlock position. Your smaller hands were practically nothing compared to his larger bicep, and larger figure in general. Something he would take advantage of, by pushing you further against the glass and yanking your hair backwards while he began to fuck you like an animal. Your moans turned into cut off sobs from each thrust and your knees almost gave out completely. Jhonny was close, and so were you.

“You can take it baby, can you? Don’t disappoint me now..”

You nodded desperately, unable to speak through mewls and whines. His stamina never let up, fucking you wildly until your body gave out. Your knees buckled below you while your thighs shook like leaves. Jhonny kept you on your legs as you painted his cock white, all while he filled you with his warm seed. He didn’t move though, not wanting a single drop to spill out. You were left breathless, quivering uncontrollably as your husband remained deep inside you while the hot water continued to soak your bodies together.

“Too rough on ya?” He said with a shit eating grin, almost like he’s begging to be clocked in the jaw.

You could only roll your eyes and kiss him passionately, wondering how you’ll be able to walk back to bed tonight.

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

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The problem is that i'm french and even if i understand pretty well english, it stills hard for me to write in it. But if i want my writings to find the right people i need to translate in english, but it demands a lot of time and energy. Thanks to french schools which doesn't teach languages correctly, i have to do all the work by myself 🦋

Anyway ! I'm working on a Loki story, in english, it's my first time writing something other than poems and texts in english so be gentle please 🎀 i don't know when i'll post it 'cause i'm also working on a Gladiator II story this time in french. Both are for ftm reader <3 i still don't know if i'll add smut though. And ! Last i promise. It is sooo frustrating because i really want to write for ftm reader, to feed this community that i think in a lot of fandoms are forget. But the problem's the same, i need to write in english too..🤓 and i kinda don't like to just put my french story in a translator, it's useless in my opinion.

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i'm cooking 👨‍🍳

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Insecurity

✮ PARING Loki Laufeyson × Trans Male! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS fluff, body dysmorphia, insecurity, comfort, body worship, mention of gender dysphoria, established relationship, jotun! loki, reassurance, soft fic, spicy but no smut, bottom! loki

✮ SUMMARY Loki was always insecure of his body and you're here to show that you love him regardless 

✮ A/N This honestly came randomly to me while taking a look at Loki's design in Marvel Rivals. I was so confused as to why he would have so much armor/clothing. Not only do we get a glimpse of his skin only on his face but he also seems to be wearing a lot of layers too. And then I remember he is a Frost Giant and then I could understand if he perhaps had some kind of insecurity because of that, after all it would make a lot of sense. So that's why here's the fic because Loki deserves all the comfort and love he can get <3

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Ever since you started dating Loki, you had never seemed naked. Never. 

You weren't going to make him undress if he clearly wasn't comfortable with it. You just accepted that he wasn’t comfortable with showing his body and you decided not to press in the issue. Even though you honestly wanted to.

You wanted to know what was going with your partner. Why was he hiding his body from you? He knew he could trust you, right?

You found him lying in bed, reading some Asgardian book while the lamp from the nightstand eliminated his sharp features. Whenever he was reading, he had a small frown on his forehead, so focused on the contents of the book. This time was no different.

You laid down next to him, watching as he was engrossed by the book, silently admiring him. They way his gorgeous green eyes were entranced by the words before him or the way his raven black hair. Or they way he would quietly lick his lips without even noticing it.

But he turned to look at you, his hand putting the bookmark inside his book before closing it. “Are you bored, my darling?” He asked with a soft expression before putting away the book, his chilly fingers moving against your forehead to push the strands of your hair back where they belong.

You shook his head, Loki tilted his. “Then what is it? You look as if you require some attention.” His hand moved to cheek, gently caressing it.

“I was just wondering…” You spoke up and he hummed in response.

“Wondering, you say? Perhaps we can wonder together.” His tone was soft and encouraging. It made you even more nervous to ask.

“Why do you always… hide your body so much?” The words finally left your lips and your mind. You had been wondering for so long and now you wondered what kind of answer you were going to get. Was he going to lie to you?

Loki's smile fell almost instantly when he heard your question. His hand stopped its motions as he thought about how to answer you without revealing too much.

You saw the flash of fear in his eyes. “I-I do not…” He wanted to disagree, say you're imagining things or anything else to not have this conversation. But he knew he could not hide the truth from you. You were telling him everything, all your troubles. It was not right for him to hide something when he knew he could trust you.

He looked deep into your eyes as if searching for any reason why he should not share his insecurities with you. Any reason to have an excuse to not have this conversation. But he found none. 

Loki let out a sigh. “I do not feel good about my own body…” He finally admitted, and you were not sure what to say. In Loki's mind, the silence was stretching for hours, even though it was actually just a few seconds.

“I must–” He moved to stand up, leave the bed and you. He was scared you were judging him, even though he normally knew you would never.

You grabbed his wrist gently, stopping him from leaving. “No, Loki. Please, let's talk.” He saw the pleading expression on your face, how much you wanted to help him, make him feel okay.

He sat back down, his hand grabbed yours as he was seeking your reassurance and support. He couldn't find the strength to look into your eyes as looked down at your hand. 

“Ever since I found out I was a Frost Giant, I couldn't… I did not want anyone to see my body anymore. Especially knowing how Thor and Odin used to hate Jotunheim and its people.” He explained taking a small breath and continuing.

“Even despite the fact that I know neither of them hate Jotuns anymore, I… couldn't help but hate that I was not one of them… not a true Asgardian like everyone around. How I could not fit it, always feeling like there was something wrong about me and I couldn't understand why.”

He finally looked up at you, so miserable and hurt. You knew he was Frost Giant, he told you so yourself and you never minded. But you didn't think it would be a reason for his insecurity.

“You're still the most gorgeous person in my eyes. And that won't change, that I can promise you.” You let go of his hand to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, leaning a soft kiss to your palm.

“Would you let me show you how much I adore you?” Your time was soft and the question caught Loki off guard.

Once more, he wanted to disagree. But at the same time, the thought of you showing how much you adored him sent a shiver down his spine.

“Yes, please.” His tone was a little husky, his eyes watching you, awaiting for what you were going to do.

You let go of his face, he was already missing your touch. Your hands moved to his shoulders, wanting to take off his robe. Your eyes found his, watching for any sign that you should stop. But you didn't, you only found anticipation.

You slowly slide the robe down his shoulders, his pale skin revealed to your eyes. His breathing hitched, he felt watched, but not judged.

“You're so pretty…” You whispered, wanting to reassure him. He felt so cold, but not in an unpleasant way. You saw him shiver beneath your touch and you smiled softly.

As his robe was finally off, you gently pushed him back on his. Your hand slided down his chest as you decided to speak up.

“I know how it feels when you're not happy with your body. Feeling how your body does not feel right, hiding it because you don't want anyone to see it.” You said softly. Loki needed to know he wasn't alone.

Loki's hands moved to your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know, my darling. I'm glad to know I am not alone.” One of his hands moved to the back of your head, pulling you closer.

“Kiss me, dearest…” He whispered before your lips met his in a slow, gentle kiss.

As the two of you kissed, you felt something under your fingers and as your eyes fluttered open, you saw Loki in his true form.

Blue skin with some lighter marks and lines, and the most beautiful crimson eyes you've ever seen.

“Wow…” You whispered, eyes widening as you took in the view. He was lovely and perfect just the way he was.

“I hope the view is to your liking.” His voice was quiet, with a hint of insecurity.

You let out a soft chuckle. “It is to my liking. As you are as a whole.” Leaning down, you kissed his neck, a soft whimper falling from Loki's lips. And you slowly went down. You kept kissing him, giving him little appreciative touches here and there. You saw how he was letting go, relaxing under your touch. 

You could practically feel him melt under your touches and kisses. His soft, cold skin felt so perfect under your lips. Whimpers and soft moans falling from his lips, along with your name. He kept repeating it almost as if it was a prayer.

“Don't stop, my love…” He breathed out, his fingers tangling itself in your hair. 

“I am not playing on doing so…” Another soft moan escaped his lips as you said that, kissing down his stomach. It was going to be a very long night.

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No way, am i writing ???

Don't know if i'll finish it, but i want to write for these two freaks

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Omd j'aime tellement imaginer une personne trans dans cet univers, et c'est plaisant de pouvoir lire là-dessus ! Merci beaucoup <3

Curiosity

Someone new amongst their concubines caught the younger twin eyes. Caracalla could not help but admire from afar the man with the perfect makeup and the prettiest of clothes. Geta could notice the tailoring work into the stranger's tunic, how perfectly fitted it was for them.

The oldest eyes soon distracted to follow the footsteps of his twin. Caracalla now walked around the man with curiosity.

“Something has caught your eye, your majesty?” The man softly spoke, leading the emperors to stop any movements to decipher where the hell they heard this familiar voice before.

“You sound..You sound so familiar” Caracalla replied with an excitement he often had after his drinks.

“Well I sure hope my touch stays as pleasing as ever, my prince” the man laughed with affection and Geta rose.

“You've changed” Geta carefully approached as he studied the now familiar traits of the person before them.

Caracalla's fingers traced the jaw, admiring the delicate makeup that transformed their most loved concubine.

“Do you not like it?” The concubine asked, worried of punishment only to be reassured by Caracalla's head shaking in disapproval.

“No, no no… I adore it, you look so different…Magnificent. Like..what were they called brother?” Caracalla asked his brother, slowly getting irritated in not finding the word he was looking for.

“A Chameleon? A shapeshifter?” Geta replied back to his twin, trying to appease the upcoming storm sneaking upon them.

“A crossdresser?” the concubine asked with a smile, Caracalla's eyes glimmered.

“Yes! Yes a crossdresser!” He exclaimed with a smile, hands cupping their lover's cheeks.

“I do wonder, do you intend to…always remain like…” Geta carefully asked, an edge to his voice with disappointment.

“If your majesties would allow me, yes. I would remain as a man, but I do not have the… Instrument i require for” The concubine laughed with awkwardness, something telling them that one of them shouldn't mind at all the change brought upon them.

“Do not fret, we have options” Caracalla smiled, his eyes appreciating every small detail of the face he held in his palms while the oldest twin went back to his concubines. “Come, Come lay with me”

Caracalla pulled his lover’s hands, forcing him to follow on the makeshift bed in his bedroom while all the rest were laid on the edges, the emperor and he would rest in the middle.

Hands slipped off the tunic from the concubine, an anxiety built up in their stomach as they laid exposed.

“Beautiful” Caracalla whispered, placing kisses to the chest binded by homemade bandages slowly trailing to their stomach. Caracalla reached out to a concubine laid on the edge giving a wooden object suspiciously shaped. The emperor placed it between their love thigh and placed kisses to the object. Phantom feeling would be enough to bring moans to the concubine's throat.

A victory to bring confident to the emperor favorite playtoy.

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CARACALLA FORGETTING OMG???

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