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THE HOBBIT: THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG (2013) dir. Peter Jackson

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OH MY LORD YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN 🥵 🥵

Here lies whimsyfaes, 1992-2025. Cause of death - too much hotness in a Loki x reader fic

Also we love a sweet tender post sex Loki 💚

Unconventional Remedy (Avengers!Loki x Fem!Reader)

This actually took me an embarrassingly long time to finish. I had actually scrapped it at one point with no intention to post it, but picked it back up to finish. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it, as I present to you, Unconventional Remedy!

Summary: Reader is sick and Loki has an unconventional way to help her feel better.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut, sex while sick, oral sex (female receiving)

Rating: Mature (minors please dni)

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I knew that going on that mission with Wanda had been a bad idea, especially since it would be snowing and raining. Wanda’s magic gave her some protection for her immune system, but I was in bed with a cold by the time we got back to the compound. 

Wanda seemed to feel guilty about me getting sick, since she was the one who had convinced me to go. She doted over me as I lay in bed with a headache and stuffy nose, making me some soup from a special Sokovian recipe, and making sure that I was drinking plenty of water. She kept apologizing to me, telling me how sorry she was, and how she should have known that I would have got sick easier. 

Her words didn't do much to make me feel better; they only made me feel weaker and more pathetic. I eventually snapped at her, telling her to stop apologizing, and to just leave me alone to rest. I was relieved when she finally left my room, closing the door behind her, leaving me in silence save for the sound of the humidifier running softly, the steam helping slightly with my congestion.

The cold had taken a toll on me physically, and I soon found myself drifting into a feverish doze. I was on the verge of a deep sleep when I suddenly felt a presence in my room as if someone were watching over me as I slept. I had heard the lock click into place when Wanda had left earlier, so I knew it couldn't have been any of the other Avengers. And Vision had learned enough human mannerisms to know not to materialize into someone's room uninvited. I felt a tinge of annoyance as I tiredly wondered who would have the audacity to disturb my rest at this moment.

I was too tired to lift my head. The mattress dipped with the weight being put on it beside me, and the next thing I knew, I could feel a cool hand on my forehead. I felt myself relax. Loki’s touch was familiar, and I could tell it was him without even having to see his face. I imagined that I would be able to smell his scent; a mix between a deep woodsy smell mixed with a floral aroma that no cologne could ever replicate; if my nose was not so congested. 

I could feel his lips against my cheek, and they felt cold against my feverish skin. 

“Hello, darling… Thor and I are back from Asgard. Wanda told me that you had caught a cold.”

I could feel his arm drape over me, and I burrowed myself into his chest, imagining his arms like a fortress I could hide from the world in. 

“It’s my fault… I shouldn’t have gone. I knew it would be snowing and raining.”

I could feel his hand in my hair and I closed my eyes, the sensation of him rubbing my scalp felt nice.

“I’m sorry, love…” I could feel his lips against my cheek as he pressed kisses down my cheek and my neck. “But I have a good idea as to what would make you feel better…”

I sighed as he pressed his familiar, intoxicating kisses across my skin. I wanted nothing more than to melt into him, as if his kisses could cause my cold and whatever was stuffing up my nose to melt away. I instead mumbled sleepily into the pillow.

“Loki… I really don’t want to get you sick…”

I could feel him chuckle against my skin. “Nonsense. I have a steel-like immune system. I am a god, remember?”

I would have rolled my eyes if I didn’t feel like it would have made my headache worse. “You were literally in bed with pneumonia last winter…” I reminded him.

I could feel his mischievous smirk as he pressed a kiss on my ear. “And do you remember what you did to help me feel better?” 

His voice had a way of slithering its way into my head and wrapping around me like a perverse serpent. I could feel a chill run down my spine at the memory. Of him squirming and bucking underneath me as I pleasured him with my mouth…

“Perhaps it’s time for me to repay the favour…” I could feel him move aside the sleeve of my nightshirt to press kisses to my shoulder. His kisses were too intoxicating for me to resist, and I found myself craning my head back to give him better access to my neck, longing to feel the familiar sensation of his lips on my neck.

I was unable to hold back my moan as his lips found my neck, the pleasure breaking through to me even through my half-delirious state. The feeling of his teeth nibbling softly on my skin sent shivers through me that had nothing to do with my cold. 

I barely registered the silk nightgown sliding off my body. Loki’s hands ghosted over my breasts as if admiring my form before suckling on my neck again.

“You’ll feel better once you’ve… released certain tensions.” I felt him murmur against my neck. My hands lazily raked through his silky black hair, as I sought his lips with a kiss. As he captured my lips with his, he effortlessly slid my underwear down my legs, tossing them to the side.

Loki massaged his skilful hands over my breasts, causing the sensation to spread through me and to my very core. It felt like I was extra sensitive due to my illness, as I squirmed and whimpered underneath his touch. He trailed one hand between my thighs as his thumb found my clit, pressing down ever so slightly. 

Pleasure shot through me as my hips bucked up off the bed. He grabbed my hips and firmly, yet gently, held me in place.

“Now, now… I don’t want you to overexert yourself, love.” His voice had a taunting tone to it.

I whined and attempted to move my hips in an attempt to gain friction but he held me firmly into place. “Loki, please…”

He shushed me and kissed me gently. “Hush, darling… I’ll make you feel good like I always do. But you need to let me do all the work. You need the rest to recover.”

When I promised to lay still and not exert any energy, Loki kissed down my chest, kissing torturously slowly on the inside of my thighs as he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders.

My hands fisted in his hair when his mouth latched onto my core, and he began to eat me out slowly. Pleasure shot through me, as his silver tongue made paintings on my sex, his skilful fingers rubbing circles on my clit.

Pleasure overtook me, and I was unable to stop my hips from bucking up towards his face. He pinned my hips down with one arm while he continued his ministrations.

The combination of both his tongue and fingers stimulating me was becoming too much for me to bear. I could feel my orgasm approaching quickly as my heels dug into his back.

When I found my release, my back arched sharply off the bed as I was unable to stop the lewd moans escaping my mouth. I felt like the euphoric rush had evaporated my sickness, despite how temporary the relief might be.

Loki drank down every last drop of my release, his tongue thoroughly licking me clean. I couldn’t see his face due to the darkness of the room, but I could feel him smirking against me.

He pulled away briefly, only to disrobe before sliding into bed beside me. I pulled him close to me, feeling his sculpted chest that I had spent hours feeling up and worshipping so many times before and never getting tired of. He kissed me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. 

It was easier for me to breathe through my nose now, and my body was pleasantly exhausted from my intense orgasm. But I knew that Loki had needs too, and I longed to have him inside of me.

He pressed a loving kiss to my forehead before pulling the covers over both of us. “Rest, my love. You can hardly hold your head up.”

I murmured and ran my fingers through his silken raven hair. “But you…”

“Perhaps if you’re feeling better in the morning, we will go again. But you need the rest. Sleep, my darling…”

I could never resist the gentle lull of his voice as he pulled me against his chest. I rested my head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat beating against my ear. 

“I love you, Loki,” I whispered against his skin, inhaling his familiar woodsy scent now that my congestion had cleared up.

I felt his hands run through my hair, gently massaging my scalp. “I love you too, my dear. More than you could ever know…”

The last thing I felt was his lips gently kissing my forehead before the sound of his heartbeat and the warm feel of his naked body embracing me lulled me into a deep, sated sleep.

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Sweetie pie ❤️❤️

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THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING 2002 | dir. Peter Jackson

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there’s something about Loki and stars 🌟

my art tag

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me trying to stay a cohesive blog with my posts

other me: nah you’re getting the adhd multiple interests trash bin

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Me trying to hype up my inner baddie.

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The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King dir. Peter Jackson

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does any body want to ttalk about the character

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“They turn you into a monster and then they call you one.”

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No but like, this is the thing about Sam carrying Frodo and the ring up the mountain. It's a cool scene in the movie, but they don't explain what's happening at all. The ring at this point is so heavy Frodo can't even lift his head. It's like essentially a cinder-block he has to carry around his neck. And finally he gives up and Sam offers to carry him and:

DO YOU GUYS GET IT? THE RING IS A BURDEN, BUT FRODO ISN'T. FRODO DOESN'T WEIGH ANYTHING TO SAM. SAM CAN LIFT HIM EASILY!!!! HE'S NOT A BURDEN AT ALL I —

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How my intrusive thoughts happen upon me when I try to sleep at night:

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RICHARD ARMITAGE as THORIN OAKENSHIELD THE HOBBIT: An Unexpected Journey Dir. Peter Jackson

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“You are reborn with the roses, in every spring.”

— Juan Ramón Jiménez, from The Selected Writings; “Love,” wr. c. 1911