#donki

[lovetositinsilence]

thanks for the spark ✨

[sdoodlesissilly]

does tmblr like my lokius two paneler

[thank-you-my-friend]

[boredandqueer]

[n0tchiii]

Cute chocolate bars from Japan ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[senjo]

[lokisleftbranch]

WIP WEDNESDAY

in celebration of Soulless God basically exploding and jumping up by over 200 hits (its now my 2nd most hit fic ever!), here is a clip of Don and Loki (in her fem form in this fic), dancing at Randall’s 55th birthday party (Randall is an OC i created as Don’s boss/friend)!!!

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The music emanating from the tent lilted and swelled, transitioning into an even dreamier melody that made Don physically shiver.

Loki was unfamiliar with earthen favourites, but she could read the nostalgia and enjoyment in Don’s eyes as he cast a look to the tent.

“It’s really the perfect song for dancing with a Lady as ethereal as you,” Don smiled.

“You flatter me,” Loki’s thumb revisited the path she had drawn invisibly across his face.

“I mean it,” Don said fervently, “Prince or Princess of Asgard, monarch or otherwise, you’re just…untouchable.”

Loki pressed herself close to Don, his warmth cradling her nervous system.

They near floated through the grass together, her dress brushing the sleeping flowers that had closed their petals for the night.

Lazily, fireflies dipped and rose around them, a pond on the estate contributing the ambient croaks of content frogs and the chirrups of excited crickets.

“You are doing a very good job of touching me right now,” Loki whispered.

Don’s hands were smoothing the material of her dress against the centre of her back, perfectly gentlemanly and eliciting rushes of an electrical fizz down her spine.

“Irreplacable then,” Don leaned close, brushing his nose against hers, “How ‘bout that?”

Loki let her eyes dip, watching the words leave Don’s lips. She brushed her own elegant nose back against his and brought her arms up from his back, laying her hands at the nape of Don’s neck.

“Irreplacable…I can honestly say no one has described me that way before,” Loki murmured.

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Tagging low pressure x : @elodiah @megglesthegeek @mobiuscutemustache @blackbirdofasgard @lokimobius @distracteddream @ineffablelara @westwardly @pluppleseverywhere @justanotherhopelessgeek (and others! one day ill remember all the names)

[pluppleseverywhere]

Lokius. Loki/Don. Donki. Phone sex operator Don. This can be a No Powers AU but it doesn't have to be.

PROMPT.

Don is a phone sex operator. He refuses to be judged, partly because you couldn't waterboard that information out of him (the last thing he needs is someone calling CPS or something) and partly because he's a single dad of two boys who are growing like weeds and eating him out of house and home and affording to raise two kids in this economy on a jet ski salesman's paycheck is impossible.

He's surprisingly good at his phone sex operator job and he actually likes it. It makes him feel good to make other people feel good. A lot of them are sad and lonely and a few of them don't even want to talk about anything sexual they just want to talk about books or their lives or whatever is on their mind at the time. They just want to feel like someone who won't judge them is listening.

But yeah, the majority of calls definitely wanna talk about sex and he's perfectly fine with that.

And did he mention he's good at it?

And then one night he takes a call from a guy who sounds like should be the one doing Don's job. His voice is beautiful, like velvet sin.

Don doesn't let that throw him off his game, though. He is a professional, after all.

And really it turned out he just wanted to turn over control to someone else for a while. A bad breakup and a high powered job he had fought tooth and nail for but had never truly wanted but he had gotten it and he was good at it but it was nothing but stress and a headache.

It also turned out that he was genderfluid and intersex but he generally defaulted to he/him or they/them pronouns. He used others when they felt right but most of the time those were the ones he felt like using.

He said he wanted to be referred to in the masculine tonight but he also wanted Don to incorporate both his cunt and his cock into tonight's session.

Don appreciated that he clearly knew what he wanted.

After a discussion about boundaries, triggers, safewords, and preferences for tonight's scene Don proceeded to thoroughly rock his balls and his pussy past Pluto.

Twice.

He was kind of sorry when the call ended, which was new. But he was sure that they wouldn't call back. He talked to most people only once and he had no reason to think this call would be any different. Oh, he had a fair few regulars but still.

But then they called back the next time Don worked the phones.

And again.

And again.