#Loki laufeyson Drabble

[bloodiedrogue]

your heart's a mess

pairing: loki laufeyson x female reader contains: 18+ sexual content, cunnilingus, mentions of rough sex/toxic relationship. also, unedited. wc: 964. note: this is a little treat for the sluts and the sluts only. y'all know who you are, merry christmas ya filthy animals. <3

Loki kneads her flesh with heavy hands. Hungry fingers poking and prodding and prying —the sheer force of which he pushes her thighs apart making her heavily breathe. 

It’s like music to his ears —that simple puff of air. It’s sound spurring him further; threatening to tear what little resolve he last left to pieces. Only to leave the ill-intentions of ruin behind his mind’s eye. The sights of wanton moans and twitching nerves taking shape in his thoughts while his hands explore.

Gripping her calves, he sees her lips part to create another breath, the lack of weight compared to the first making his brows pinch together and his hands get more rough, wanting more. 

“You’re being rather quiet for someone who was just ruthlessly bragging about their ability to keep quiet.”

As he speaks, his voice takes on a gravelly hum. The almost ragged tone reverberating straight from his chest onto the skin of her knee as he takes a quick bite —teeth sinking through the wicked grin that pulls across his face when she huffs out a laugh. 

“Well, you’re being distracting.”

“Am I?” 

In addition to his tease, he runs his mouth up her leg with a smirk, allowing his tongue to languidly slip out between each open-mouthed kiss. The mere taste of her causing a sound of approval to release. 

It makes her smile. A big, toothy grin that steals the breath from his lungs, prompting him to bite her hip to suppress the feeling. To distract him from the ache that spreads throughout his chest, threatening to undo all the work he’s done to block it out. 

“You’re being awfully gentle tonight.”

As expected, he feigns the obvious, pretending as if the uncharacteristic way he touches her is the result of exhaustion rather than desire. 

“Bit sore,” he ends up telling her, using the excuse of mistreatment and injury to cover up the fact that he merely wants to touch her. To hold and caress and memorize. To take his time shaping her to his every whim. 

“Rough job?”

“Somewhat.”

Her brow quirks up in time with the hand that slips down to caress his face in response. The simple gesture —soft and warm— making him nod and pull away, knowing that if he doesn’t he’ll only offer more mercy.

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

Instead of replying, he merely nips her hip, offering his usual brusqueness. The instant shift from gentle to rough making her knowingly hum, expecting as much, considering it’s how he always is —pushy, aggressive, impatient. All the things a lover shouldn’t be, and yet, she seems to know just how to bear the brunt of such qualities, taking them in stride. Enjoyment, even.

Which is a thought that truthfully scares him when he focuses too hard on it, realizing how little he deserves to earn such reactions after using only the parts of her he finds amusing. If anything, he deserves to be denied these pleasures he often seeks out —barred eternally for even thinking of harming something so fragile. 

And yet, each time he creates those blooming marks across her skin, carelessly leaving them in places where everyone can see, she hardly bats an eye. Instead, she just lets him pour the heat of all the fury that sits within his gut out onto her flesh like it’s nothing. Like it’s something she truly wants.

It completely vexes him. Not because he isn’t used to women fawning in response to his abuse, but because the more it happens, the more guilty he feels, watching her reduce herself to nothing more than a casket of flesh he continually retires his rage into.

It makes him want to stop, sometimes. To truly feel the texture of her skin, whole and unharmed. Healed and nurtured rather than beaten and broken. 

So, tonight, he does. Slowly forcing himself to hold back the urge to inflict as he remaps every dip and curve. Foolishly allowing himself to take on the kind of reverence he knows he should not be bestowed.  

Taking his time, he starts by lapping the apex of her thighs before he shifts the fabric of her underwear down for easy access, revelling in the sight. Releasing an approving hum, he then presses careful kisses to the edge of her entrance, feeling her arch instead of round. The obvious desire for more only spurring him further as latches onto her clit to suck. 

And at first, it feels odd to move so leisurely —to slow things down and simply feel as his tongue runs careful patterns over the bundle of nerves. Given their usual routine, it seems wrong to not already be buried inside her, taking what’s his in a matter one would definitely describe as brutal. 

Yet, despite all that, he somehow finds peace —silence— as if the sudden taste of both her melting on his tongue and the discovery that he’s capable of violent restraint in the name of worship erases the anger and resentment. Every minuscule flicker of displeasure wafting away with the sound of her gentle voice calling his name; begging for more. Something he’s offering over with protest in the form of wandering hands that pull her further into wanting lips. The position of his hands acting as a tether, holding her down with every squirm each time he curls his tongue or applies more pressure.

Against his mouth, he can hear those wanton moans he imagined not too long ago paired alongside the twitching nerves. The sound, making his own throat well up with an undeniable longing as moves his hand to spread her further, prodding her centre with the base of his nose as he begins to bury himself within her, embracing praise instead of condemnation. 

[justagirlinafandomworld]

Those Eyes, These Scars

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Lady A

Word Count: 100

Summary: Loki looks across the room and sees a ghost.

A/N: After over a year, it's nice to be posting these again. <3

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Time slowed; the crowd blurred.

The lights dimmed and it was only Loki…

…and you.

You and that crooked smile that scrunched your nose and squinted those eyes that glittered in laughter.

When those deep pools glanced in his direction, the very breath stilled in his chest. Centuries had been spent gazing into those depths, wrapped in the curves of your embrace, feeling worthy of something both logic and his father constantly told him he wasn’t.

Then those eyes glanced away, and Loki found himself stepping forward as if to chase after it and all the memories they brought back.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

yay i cant wait so excited i have been waiting for a while to read this fic. its loki or tony!

fem!plus size reader. wc: 580.

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | i must admit that the plot got away from me on this one, the fluffiness practically poured out of my fingertips. it's been a while since i've written for loki, but it is always a pleasure doing so. thank you for your request!!

cw! insecure fic <3

Being with Loki made you nervous, and not in the way that many people would think. 

He didn’t make you feel threatened nor was he mean, it was just that most of the time you’re around him you can’t help but sink into your head like quicksand. 

Why did he choose you when he had so many other options? Was he settling? What did other people think when they saw you guys together? Your stream of thought was almost laughable, because you knew that Loki didn’t care about what you looked like or anything trivial like that.

“What’s wrong, my love?” 

Your eyelashes fluttered, breaking your dissociative state. “Hm?” You hummed. 

“I asked you what’s wrong.” His tone was forever patient, his fingertips were feather light against the skin of your arm.

You were tucked into his side, the mood of your room domestic as a television show played pointlessly in the background. Loki was never really interested in human delicacies such as at home entertainment, he would much rather spend his free time with you.

“Oh… I’m just thinking.” Your voice was dismissive, almost like what you were saying didn’t really matter, which wasn’t true in the slightest because your boyfriend hung off of every word you said, committing it to memory.

He never forgot human holidays like christmas, birthdays or anniversaries, because those types of things mattered to you – and unfortunately he had to figure that out the hard way – but you bet your ass he never forgot it again.

“Please tell me what’s on your mind, dove.” Loki nuzzles his nose into your temple, placing a soft kiss on the side of your face. A shiver shoots itself up your spine, and the sensation makes you melt in his arms. Leave it up to him to basically pry whatever he wanted out of you.

“I don’t know. It’s stupid.” You shrug. “Nothing you say will ever be stupid.” You groan and curl into him deeper. “Fine. I just… I’m getting into that weird place in my head, you know? Like… it feels like no matter how many times you reassure me that I’m gorgeous and all this other super sweet stuff, none of it sticks. It’s like my brain can’t believe it.”

Loki sits there in silence for a moment, stewing on your words before speaking. He knew how sensitive this topic was for you, and though he was the God of Mischief, he would never make a mockery of your struggles.

“I understand you, darling. I know that through your years of being on earth, many humans haven’t been kind to you, and I out of everyone know what it feels like to be different, but –” He hooks a finger under your chin and coaxes you to look at him. 

Though your gaze is shy, you steele yourself despite the way that your cheeks heat under his touch.

“I can assure you that I have not chosen to be with you to make a mockery of you. I am with you because you are beautiful. Your soul sings to me, my dove. You are kind and your heart is unyielding. You are true to yourself and others. That is what makes you shine.”

You feel unshed tears burn behind your waterline and you scoff wetly, but you can’t fight the smile that inevitably breaks out on your face.

“Loki?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I love you.”

He laughs, and his chest rumbles with the joyous tune.

“I love you too.”

© ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused .ᐟ

[buckymorelikefuckme]

ooh if your comfortable with it loki and period comfort? Just like lil things that they would do to make you feel better

and if u wanna take a spicy route loki definitely would know how to make you ✨feel better✨

hope you're doing well !!

i figured i'd just post it here, since it's very small in length. i hope it's okay 🥴 thanks for the prompt ♡ xo

words: 347

Curled into a fetal position, you blearily watch the movie playing on your tv, eyes heavy with exhaustion and fatigue. Everything hurts, your body filled with aches and pains, the worst of which is cramps. The smallest mercy is that your period came on the weekend, which gives you a couple days to wallow in misery before having to return to work on Monday, still miserable, but a livable sort.

You're lying on a heating pad that is doing an acceptable job of alleviating some of your pain, but only on one side. Your back chooses that moment to seize with another cramp that has you groaning pitifully.

“Here, darling,” a deep, soothing voice says at the opposite end of the sofa.

You glance over to see Loki holding up a hot water bottle with a sympathetic grimace on his expressive face.

“It's warm and ready to use,” he tells you, closing the small distance and carefully sitting down next to your hip. “Where do you need it placed?”

“Back,” you murmur, sighing when he gently lays it where you indicated.

“Have you taken any pain medication?” he asks. You shake your head and he frowns, “Why not?”

“Would have to eat first, and I don't have the energy to get up and fix something,” you explain.

He makes a soft noise of understanding. “I’ll make a sandwich for you, then. That sound okay?”

You nod and he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead before rising to his feet and making his way to the kitchen. A few minutes later he returns with a sandwich, pain pills, and a glass of water. He helps you sit up and get comfortable so you can eat.

When you're finished and have taken your medicine, he shifts the two of you around until he's got you resting against his chest. He makes sure your heating pad and hot water bottle stay in place as he sweeps his hands along your back in a comforting gesture. It doesn't take long for you to doze off in his embrace.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Almost Dawn [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki tries to sneak into bed. Short, sweet, smutty. Warnings: 18+ only. Established relationship. Minors DNI. w/c 630

“Are you awake, love?”

You nestle deeper into the pillow, and a smile creeps over your lips like the dawn.

“Kinda…” you say, muffled.

The mattress dips as he slips between the sheets and a large, cool hand travels over your waist to the centre of your stomach. He presses his chest to your back. “I missed you.”

You twist your head and find his lips in the dark. “Did everything go alright?”

“Mmm.” Loki presses a kiss to the curve of your neck and your whole body tingles. “I came straight from the bifrost. I may be a little cold, I’m sorry.”

“I’ll warm you up.” You push your ass against his crotch.

“Don’t tempt me, Mortal.”

You bite your lip, stifling a laugh as Loki’s cock hardens beneath the press of your flesh.

“I heard that,” he whispers, and drags himself through the gap of your ass cheeks. “But fortunately for you, retribution for your mischief will be merciful, tonight.”

You frown, and crane back. “You’re too tired?”

Unthinkable.

Only the faintest outline of Loki is visible: hair tied up in a knot, the angular lines of his face cutting though the darkness.

“A little.” But he thrusts gently against your ass all the same. “I wouldn’t be providing the worship you’re accustomed to—and that simply isn’t acceptable. It's almost dawn. Go back to sleep.”

You draw your lips over his, relishing the heat of his breath despite the chill of his skin and the metallic scorch of magic which clings to it.

“I just want to be near you.” You reach between your bodies and grip his cock, pumping the crown gently. Loki groans. “Please?”

Loki’s mouth latches to the curve of your neck and you fall back to the pillow. His cock rubs over the slip of your sex, the long column of flesh skating through your folds and rubbing over your clit. The pretty moans Loki adores flutter from your lips as he draws his manhood back, lingers, and then slides it inside you. You gasp his name as he stills.

“Clench…” he murmurs into your neck, and you do. A groan catches in his throat. It makes you squirm against him, but Loki holds you still. “You wanted to be near me. Is this not close enough?”

His hand cups your breast, and a thread of desire flares directly to your cunt as he brushes a fingertip over the nipple. “Clench,” he orders softly. The purr is waves scraping shells. “Good. Circle.”

“Loki…” you whimper, circling your hips tightly against the flat of his stomach.

Ordinarily he would be plunging himself into you like a symphony: calculated highs and lows which flow to the rhythm of your need. But there’s something impossibly erotic about his woozy breaths —about the god’s lazy sigh as you bring the crown of his perfect cock to the lip of your channel and dip it, before pushing back once more. His contentment is a chorus of praise, beautiful in its filth, and as his thighs tense, you slow—an attempt to edge him.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls.

Loki curls to your back and slips his hand between your legs. The skilful fingers tug at your clit—once, twice, and on the third, you explode. The force of your tense spills Loki over the edge, and heavy breaths filling the bedroom as the two of you tumble through climax.

You turn your head as the panting subsides, kissing the soft skin beneath his eye.

“I missed you,” you whisper, but as you try to slid his cock free from your body, he pulls you closer.

“Don’t let me go,” he says. “Not yet.”

“Never.”

His smile grows against your skin as the first chink of dawn spills through the crack in the curtains. He catches your lips with a final, tender thrust inside you, his body radiating the same warmth as the beat of the heart thumping between your shoulder-blades.

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[billionairebratenergy]

Every Detail, Always

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: For the girl who’s spent her life overlooked, he’s the one who sees everything.

Loki is not used to the quiet.

He had grown up with chaos—Asgardian politics, whispers of betrayal behind golden doors, the constant struggle to be seen. On Earth, chaos came in another form: traffic, coffee orders shouted over baristas, the strange human obsession with small talk.

But with Y/n, everything slowed down.

Until it didn’t.

Until he noticed—like he always did—that something had shifted.

“You stopped listening to your late-night playlists,” Loki said one evening, his voice barely breaking the silence between them.

Y/n looked up from her laptop, blinking at him from the couch. She’d been curled in her favorite blanket, the one with little embroidered constellations, typing half-heartedly at her thesis. “What?”

“Your music,” he clarified. “You haven’t played it in over a week.”

Her brows drew together, and he could see the moment it clicked.

“I guess I haven’t been in the mood,” she admitted, lips twitching like she was trying not to smile. “You really notice that kind of thing?”

Loki tilted his head. “Darling, you create a world with your music. I notice when that world goes quiet.”

She stared at him, stunned by the poetry in his words, and that familiar heat pooled in his chest again—the kind that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with being known.

The first time she caught him noticing, really noticing, had been over something impossibly small.

Her nail polish.

“Is that obsidian?” Loki asked, eyes narrowing as she flipped through a book at the kitchen counter. “Your polish. It’s not just black—there’s shimmer in it.”

Y/n looked down at her nails and let out a breathy laugh. “Wow. You’re right. It’s called ‘midnight magic.’ How did you know?”

He leaned in, pretending to inspect her fingers with casual interest—but his voice gave him away. “I know how your hands look when you’re wearing ‘espresso dusk.’ I liked that one. But this… this feels like armor.”

Her breath caught.

She didn’t say what it meant to her—that someone had actually paid attention without expecting something in return. That someone wasn’t trying to break her apart and analyze her, but simply… admire the way she came together.

He didn’t mean to make her cry.

It happened two weeks later, when she came home from class, the air heavy with exhaustion. She dropped her bag by the door and headed straight for the bookshelf, but stopped mid-step when she noticed what was sitting in front of it.

Her sketchbook.

Open. To the page she hadn’t touched in months.

A soft, steady voice drifted from the kitchen. “You used to draw here. Every night. I thought maybe… you forgot how beautiful your work was.”

She turned around, eyes glassy.

“Loki…”

He stepped out of the shadows with two mugs of tea, pausing when he saw her trembling.

“I wasn’t trying to push,” he said gently. “I just thought—if the reason you stopped was because you felt alone in it… you don’t have to be.”

She crossed the room in three steps and threw her arms around his neck.

He let her cry into his shoulder, hands holding her like he’d crumble if he ever let go.

Y/n had never dated someone like this before.

There were no grand declarations. No constant need to be the center of attention. Loki didn’t fight for spotlight—he thrived in corners, in observation, in presence. She’d once joked he was a ghost haunting her favorite places, but she hadn’t expected him to respond with:

“I only linger where I’m allowed.”

She hadn’t laughed. She had kissed him.

Now, months later, she realized that attention—real attention—was a kind of love language she hadn’t known she craved.

He noticed when she started journaling again and quietly replaced her empty pens with her favorite kind—.38mm gel, black ink. He noticed when her boots were hurting her and left a pair of worn-in slippers by the door. He noticed when she was fighting tears in the shower and sat outside the door, reading softly until her breathing evened out.

Not once did he ask for praise.

But gods, did he melt when she gave it.

“You’re impossible,” she whispered one night, fingers brushing his jaw as they lay in bed.

He looked at her from under heavy lids. “Why?”

“Because you know things no one else does. About me. And you never make me feel weird for it.”

Loki smiled, tired and real. “That’s because you don’t make me feel like a monster for being curious.”

Her heart cracked open in the most beautiful way.

He found her crying one morning over an old birthday card.

She looked up, embarrassed, wiping at her eyes. “It’s stupid. My dad wrote this before he passed. I forgot I had it.”

Loki knelt before her, reaching out slowly—always giving her time to pull away.

She didn’t.

He took the card from her hand and read the message, lips moving silently.

Then he looked up at her and said, “He called you ‘little light.’ Did you know that’s what I call you in Old Norse?”

Her breath hitched.

“I noticed,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, “that you always carry the people you love in everything you do. I think that’s why I fell for you.”

She kissed him like he was the only real thing in her life.

And for the first time in a long, long time, he felt like maybe he was.

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[lovinglokilaufeyson]

Five Minutes - L.L.

Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not Proofread, Smut, Oblivious!Reader, Reader in Denial, Horny!Loki, Loki's use of magic, Intern!Reader, Dubcon (if you squint), Threesome (technically), Mutual Pining

Wordcount: 2,009

Summary: Loki has it bad for you. Having recently graduated from college, Tony Stark recruited you to work for him in his lab. A certain tall, dark and mysterious god takes a quick liking to you. He loves teasing you, and it's very clear that he wants you. To everyone but you, of course. Loki begins to use his magic to strip you of your defenses, but how will you respond?

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this little imagine I wrote up! As always, thank you all for your support on all of my other stories, I appreciate every single one of you! Without further ado, some fresh Loki smut.

The Avengers compound amazed you. There was so much to see, and Tony Stark had become somewhat of a father figure for you. He was very encouraging and for the most part, you were enjoying your start at the tower. You felt like the Avengers were like your family now. Natasha, Thor, and Steve were all like older siblings to you. Thor's brother Loki, however, had made several advances towards you. You always felt that he was teasing or that he wouldn't be interested in someone like you. You were a mere mortal, and although you were intelligent, Loki was a god.

However, he was a god who knew what and who he wanted. And he had his eyes set on you. The team didn't completely trust Loki yet. So, whenever they found themselves on a mission and you were stuck working in the lab, Loki always seemed to make his way up there to see you. On a typical day, he was always hiding in the library. But whenever you were in the lab alone, he was there to find you. Today was one of those days.

Loki also loved to comment on your lab gear, as he thought it was adorable. Your goggles, lab coat, your face shield. It was just simply adorable. So, when he spotted you in the lab, doing some experiments, he internally grinned. He opened up the glass door leading inside, and immediately you glanced up at him. "Oh darling, why can't you just be mine already?" You giggled, but avoided the question. "Loki, how many times have I told you that you need to be in proper lab attire to be in the lab? It is far too danger-" Loki shushed you by placing his index finger over your lips.

"And how many times have I told you I'm a god, love?" You glared up into his eyes. "That doesn't mean you're immortal from chemical burns, Loki."

"Aren't you bored up here?" He asked you suddenly. "No, thank you for asking. I'm quite entertained by what I'm doing here."

"So that means you don't want me to tear those clothes off of you?" Loki proposed. "I- I- um-" You stuttered, clearly flustered by his question. He shushed you again with his index finger. You blushed, pulling away from him slightly. "I'm working."

"You can't just take a little fifteen minute break?" He pondered. You went to speak, before he spoke again. "Actually, we both know it'd turn into much longer than that." He winked, and your cheeks turned into an even deeper red hue.

"Okay, doll. I'll leave you be. For now..." The god left your presence, and suddenly you felt a longing in your chest for him. You did like Loki. A lot. But you felt that his teasing you must be completely silly and only due to the fact that he was completely and entirely out of your league.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

The next time you saw Loki was when the Avengers returned from their mission later that day. Tony called a post-mission meeting in the team room to talk about strengths and weaknesses of the team and how improvements could be made.

You sat down with your cup of water, ready to talk with everyone about how the mission had gone. Everyone was alive, so the conversation was promising. In addition, no one ended up in the medical wing of the tower. Therefore, the meeting was to take place in the conference room in mere minutes. Tony, Thor, Natasha, Bruce, Steve, yourself, Loki, and several others sat among a large table.

Tony began with an overview of the mission, and although you tried your best to pay attention, you couldn't help but zone out unexpectedly several different times. You went for your glass of water, taking a small sip.

However, Loki had other plans. He formulated that a combination of your white blouse and water would be a delightfully - nearly lethal - one. With a flick of his hand, the water slipped out of the glass and onto the fabric that now coated your chest. The fabric that once hung loose, complimenting the shape of your breasts now completely surrounded them, and Loki loved the sight. You cursed to yourself, then got up and retreated to your room to change. Everyone understood why.

Loki, being his mischievous self, created a clone of himself to watch upon the meeting, while the other followed you to your bedroom.

"Darling, are you alright?" Loki knocked on your door with little to no hesitation. "Yes, Loki! I'm alright. Thank you for asking. Just getting changed!" In an instant, Loki transported himself into your room. Your white, lacy bra exposed to him, along with your tight black pencil skirt leaving little to the imagination. You gasped.

"I wouldn't mind helping you get undressed..." Loki spoke, shocking you. Your heart started to beat faster and faster. "I- um- we have a meeting to attend, Loki." Although you had always sensed Loki's teasing towards you, it was always your understanding that all it was was teasing. Nothing more. But this - this was different. He was standing in front of you now, seeing more than most men ever had. Recognizing just how much you were exposed to the god, you attempted to fold your arms across your chest, which he immediately pulled back down to the side.

"Don't hide yourself from me, darling." Loki's voice was soft, yet stern. You gazed up at him, your innocent doe eyes doing more to him than you could ever imagine. Loki felt himself hardening more, if at all possible. "Let's make a deal, Y/N L/N. If I can get your precious mortal form to cum in 5 minutes or less, then you become mine."

You stood still for a moment, like a deer in headlights, completely shocked from his words. If you were honest, you had no idea that Loki even knew your last name. "I- I-" you started, unable to pursue words any longer. "Do we have a deal?" Loki spoke, more confidently than ever. "What do you mean I become yours?" You almost snapped at him, suddenly becoming somewhat agitated by the pressure of Loki's presence. "Your delicious physical form will be mine, your mind, your heart, all of it."

"So a slave?" "No, not a slave. I worship you too much. I just want you." You looked perplexed for a moment. "But why?" "Darling, shh. Your questions are terribly incessant. So, do we have a deal?"

"I would like to adjust the terms slightly. If - and I mean if - you can make me cum in 5 minutes, you can take me out on a date. Being a piece of property just really does not appeal to me in the slightest." In all honesty, you did not anticipate Loki taking your bid for a mere date. "Darling, I do not view you as property, not at all. However, I will accept your offer for this 'date.'"

And with that, Loki placed his lips firmly on yours. Slightly in shock, you pulled away for a mere moment. "Ah ah ah, we need a timer." You pulled out your phone, setting a timer for 5 minutes. He planted a kiss on you once more, wasting absolutely no time stripping you of your skirt, bra, and panties. 4m 53s.

He pushed you onto the bed, magically ridding himself of his own clothes as well. With the snap of his fingers, his clothes were removed, the green dust dissolved and they quickly dissipated, revealing his brilliant body underneath. 4m 47s. 

His cock stood at attention, its length prominent. Certainly larger than you had taken previously. You had begun to doubt the possibility of Loki even being able to fit inside of you. Before you could question it further, you felt Loki’s heated breath on your labia, his fingers parting it slightly so he could coax forward your clitoris towards his tongue. 

He brought his mouth to sit around your clit, suckling lightly as he got you warmed up. Similarly, he brought his fingers to massage your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples. Suddenly, a magical green aura flashed, and a second Loki was upon you, taking your lips in his, twisting his tongue amongst yours, and almost most importantly, bringing your wrists up to hold in restraint above your head. 4m 32s. 

Your heat became considerably wetter, especially now that there were two Lokis playing with you. You moaned, which was mostly absorbed by Loki’s mouth, which was still toying with yours. You felt your nipples get pinched, at this point you weren’t sure by which Loki. You just knew pleasure, and that you were writhing with it, overwhelmingly so. 

You felt a teasing finger prod your entrance, almost beckoning you forward to beg for Loki’s member. However, you were distracted enough by the gentle kisses that were being placed on your lips, that you didn’t want to pull away from aside from the ever so slight breath that was needed for your pleasure to continue. Loki’s tongue continued to swirl around your clit teasingly, as your canal spasmed around his finger. 4m 15s.

You felt Loki’s lips release from yours, while you still felt the pressure from the other Loki lower. You let out a brief moan, making eye contact with the Loki above. “Good girl. Let me hear your beautiful sounds, darling.” 3m 57s. 

“You’re quite wet down here, my love. How would you like to feel your God inside of you?” The other Loki spoke from below, while simultaneously continuing to play with your clit and inside of you. You nodded feverishly, desperate to feel more than just Loki’s fingers in you. “Say it, my love.” “Please, Loki. Please.” 

“With pleasure, darling.” 3m 28s. The other Loki who was kissing you disappeared into green dust, as the first stood up. “I prefer this part to be more intimate, just the two of us.” 

Suddenly, Loki’s tip prodded against your opening, he took his time swirling around it before gently pressing inwards. You let out a moan as his tip entered you, pressing against your walls. His girth was certainly more than anyone you had been with previously. He is a god, after all. “Fuck,” you cursed. 

Loki tsked. “Be a good girl for me” he slid inside of you with a sudden movement, fully penetrating you. 2m 45s. 

“Oh my god” you moaned. “That’s right, your god.” 2m 22s. 

Loki brought your legs to his shoulders, thrusting steadily inside of you as he kissed your lips. You had never felt this much pleasure in your life. You groaned out as Loki released your lips from his. “Feels good, doesn’t it baby?”

“So, so good” you moaned, his pulsating inside of you more and more consistent, more intense with every stroke. “You’re so good for me, love.” 

Your legs shaking with pleasure as Loki continued his persistent pounding of your canal. 1m 57s.

“I’m-” you stuttered, Loki hardly giving you a chance to catch your breath as warmth built inside of your stomach. “You’re what, darling?” Loki questioned teasingly, knowing you barely had it in you to answer. 1m 34s. 

“I’m gonna- oh my god.” 

“You’re gonna what, love?”

“Cu-cum.” 

“Cum with me, darling. Now.” 1m 2s. 

You felt Loki’s hot fluids coat your insides, as your pleasure brought you to the most incredible orgasm of your life. Loki, staying inside of you, brought his mouth to yours to continue his delicate, yet intense, displays of affection. “Looks like I got about a minute to spare, my lady. So when’s that date?” 

Loki slid out of you, landing next to you on the bed where he could snuggle in close to you.

“Well, let’s count out today, I won’t be able to walk until at least tomorrow.” Loki placed kisses on your cheek and jawline as he held you close. 

“We’ll stay here until then, my love.”

[consciouscarrot]

day 19 - breeding [l.laufeyson]

loki x fem!reader

content warnings; p in v, creampie (obvi), one mention of daddy but it’s in a ‘make you one’ way rather than a ‘ooo daddy’ way (this time)

notes; i’m late and it’s shit again but at least i posted lolz

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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morning sunlight poured through the cracks in the curtains as the sounds of your moans and the bed banging against the wall filled the room.

he had your legs bent over his shoulders, hands pressing your thighs down into your chest, cock pounding into you with lewd slaps of skin on skin. his face was hovering just above yours, noses so close that it would only take a deep inhale for them to touch, his dark hair curtaining off your faces away.

you clung to him, pointed nails scratching crimson lines down his broad back as you tried to pull him closer, overcome with pleasure. icy hands ran over your flushed skin, sliding towards your tits, squeezing the supple flesh before leaning down, sucking your nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub.

you cried out, high pitched moans tumbling out as you brought a hand to cup at the back of his head, encouraging him to keep lapping at you.

you’re enraptured by the feel of his mouth, such intensity on your sensitive flesh, strong suction causing your slick to gush around his long cock.

he pulls away slowly, focus still stuck on your tits, “fuck, can’t wait for the day these are filled with milk for our children.”

his eyes flicked up when you involuntarily clenched around his thick cock, surprise covering his features.

“oh you dirty girl,” he purred, tilting your jaw up to meet him in a desperate kiss, tongues swirling together, teeth nipping at your bottom lip.

your legs began to shake over his shoulders, knees closing in around his neck. he panted into your mouth, brows scrunched together at the breathtaking feel of your cunt, slick walls tight around his pulsing cock.

“going to fill you up with my babies, you want that, darling? want me to make you a mother?”

“please, wanna feel it, want your babies,”

all it took was a few swipes over your clit and your release was flowing through you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hands gripped at him, trying to keep yourself grounded as white light flashed behind your lids.

“oh, good girl, fuck i’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up,”

shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm, you brought your hands up to his hair, tugging just enough for pain to turn to pleasure, keeping your eyes locked on his as you whispered to him, “let me make you a daddy.”

you moaned at the feel of his spend coating your insides, thick cum spurting inside you as you fist at his hair, clenching down at his rough groans. his eyes bore into yours, noses pressed together as you breathing slowed.

he carefully pulled out, whispering a ‘sh sh sh’ when you whimpered as he watched his cum spill out of you. he collected it with his fingertips, smearing it over your puffy cunt before pushing it back inside, plugging you full, looking up at you with a grin.

“i think we’ll need to do that a few more times, you know, just to make sure it takes.”

[shadyfestivalperfection]

The First Time He Stayed ~Drabble

Summery: Loki always runs when things get too real. But this time, Y/N says nothing… and he doesn’t leave.

Characters: Loki x f!reader

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It always happened the same way.

A tender moment—too quiet, too real—and Loki would vanish. Like clockwork. No note. No goodbye. Just empty space where his warmth used to be.

Y/N didn’t ask why anymore.

Tonight, after they’d spent the evening sprawled across the couch—her head on his chest, his fingers lazily tracing constellations on her back—she felt it: the shift in his breathing, the way his muscles tensed beneath her cheek.

She didn’t lift her head. Didn’t move.

If he was going to leave, she wasn’t going to beg him to stay.

And yet… minutes passed. No shimmer of magic. No flash of green light.

Just his arms tightening around her.

His voice broke the silence, softer than she’d ever heard it.

“I always run when I start to care.”

She finally looked up, blinking against the flickering lamplight.

“And this time?” she whispered.

He met her eyes. There was no illusion, no mask—just a tired god with galaxies in his soul and fear etched into the corners of his smile.

“I’m still here.”

He buried his face in her neck and held her like the one truth he wasn’t willing to lose.

And for the first time, Loki stayed.

-the end

[whimsyfaes]

I just had an imagining, of what Thor 1 Loki would be like if you were having nightmares and I got a toothache from the cuteness.

He would probably lay beside you all night to make sure you were ok, and when you weren't able to sleep he would conjure small images in emerald green of your favorite things in the palm of his hands.

Maybe he would also sing to you in Old Norse, his voice a velvet smooth tone to let you slowly fall back into slumber.

And lastly, Loki would whisper silly little things in your ear to make you giggle, like stories of Thor and the Company that were utterly embarrassing. He always loves to see you smile.

[lokischickadee]

🤤🤤🤤

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

It's the way Loki pretends to resist that keeps Mobius coming back to this moment.

The way their eyes narrow in disdain despite the shine betraying their curiosity.

It takes the smallest tilt of his head for Loki to give in and get on the bike. Each time, Mobius’ heart flutters. He rewinds the tape and watches it over and over.

No one knows he smuggled this clip onto his TemPad. No one needs to know he has a folder filled with them.

In the dark of his apartment, the only light he has is the flickering image of Loki.

Secrets | @lokiusweek day 1

[silverlullabies]

Two Sides of the Same Damned Coin

Just a silly little Drabble that popped into my head. There’s no backstory to this.

By the time the rest of the team is halfway through devouring breakfast, the Soldier has drifted in from wherever he’d spent the past few hours, moving with that silent, watchful grace that made most people step out of his way without even thinking about it.

He pauses on the threshold, eyes flicking over the wreckage, to the smoldering pan, flour-spattered counter, the deliriously content Avengers, and then landing on you.

You don’t notice. You lean back against the counter, sipping your coffee, ankle crossed over the other, posture loose and utterly unconcerned by the chaos breakfast has wrought. The hair you’d sloppily knotted is falling out in soft waves. There’s a smear of batter on your jaw you haven’t wiped away. You look-

-like home, he thinks, and then immediately hates that thought so much he wants to put a bullet in it.

Across the island, Loki sits perched on a stool with the languid elegance of a cat, black hair spilling over his shoulders, green eyes fixed on the Soldier with unsettling clarity.

Their gazes lock.

It’s not a glare. It’s not even quite a challenge.

It’s recognition.

You too.

Because they know.

Two sides of the same coin; scars stitched into muscle memory, lives stolen and rewritten, centuries (or decades) of violence done in service to others. Weapons made to break nations, not to love anyone.

And both of them- gods help them- utterly undone by the same impossible woman.

The one who’s oblivious to the way they look at her, as if she might vanish if they blink.

The one who treated the Winter Soldier like a man, not a machine. Who looked at Loki and didn’t see a monster, only a creature who never learned how to be loved.

They hold that silent understanding for a moment, and maybe it should have been tense. Should have been dangerous.

But instead it feels…inevitable.

Loki tilts his head a fraction, just enough for the Soldier to see the wry, tired amusement in his expression. What are we going to do with her? the look seems to say.

The Soldier exhales, almost a laugh, and shifts his weight, mirroring the smallest edge of that unspoken surrender. Nothing.

Because whatever you are- a problem, a storm, a catastrophe- they both know neither of them will ever walk away from you willingly.

You finally notice them, glancing up over your mug. “You two look like you’re plotting something.”

Loki inclines his head. “Merely…comparing notes.”

The Soldier doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t look away, either.

Because for once, he’s not ashamed of wanting something. And that, perhaps, is the most dangerous thing of all.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Choke [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is here Summary: Just a horny drabble. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. (Light) Choking, smut. Kink/roleplay. (w/c 350) A/N: This drabble takes place in the content of couple's kink roleplay and safe, pre-agreed boundaries. Please research this before you ever try it IRL, and only with a partner you trust.

You’d never appreciated quite how large Loki’s hands were until one was wrapped around your throat.

"Choke me," you’d whispered as you rolled your hips, swallowing his cock deeper inside with every slow gyration. Loki’s brows had peaked, his movements slowing. But then, his knuckles had trailed between your breasts, up the exposed column of your throat, unfurling like a deadly flower: thumb at your pulse point, index finger pressing gently below your left ear.

"Like this?" he growled, squeezing gently. He knew exactly like that.

A thrill scorched between your legs. Your cunt tightened around him, and Loki’s eyes fluttered shut with a soft groan. "And they call me the villain," he murmured, thrusting at a glacial, devastating pace. With each roll of his hips, the pressure on your neck increased ever-so-slightly, his slender fingers slotting perfectly into the curve.

You traced over the hand, memorising the thick lines of his veins, the powerful sinews which had once wielded weapons which wrecked galaxies in another life. Now, they wrecked only you as he fucked you endlessly; loved you, endlessly.

In the low light, Loki’s half lidded eyes were pools of fresh tar-the slightest sliver of blue bordering blown irises as your breaths grew short. Dark curls hung sluttishly around the point of his jaw, his wet lips parted as he looked up at the woman pulsing on his cock in devilish wonder; his hand around her delicate, breakable throat.

"Is this how you want me to rule you?" he purred; a playful lilt of poison in its tenderness. You tried to nod and couldn’t.

"Yes…" you gasped.

"Yes?" His brows lifted expectantly.

"Sir."

"King," he corrected, using his free hand to push your hips deeper down the base of his cock. It ground your pussy against his pubic hair, across the flat plane of muscle beneath, guiding the growing orgasm which sparkled like moonlight on shifting waters.

Your vision swam, blood rushing.

Loki’s pressure loosened, one large thumb brushing over your lips and pulling the bottom one down. "I could crush you," he said sweetly, tilting his head with a light squint that made your brain scramble. "But…" He sighed: low, primal, filthy. "You know exactly how to fuck me. The only one in nine realms who can. So for now…"

The long fingers unfurled, pads brushing over your larynx, trimmed nails tracing the flush of your heated skin: tighter.

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[billionairebratenergy]

Worship in Ruins

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: Loki has seen destruction, betrayal, and the sharp edges of a world that never learned to love him. But then there’s you—soft where he is jagged, warm where he is cold, the only thing he’s ever held without fear of losing.

Loki has always known how to be untouchable. It was easier that way.

A king without a throne, a prince without a home, a god whose name dripped from tongues in fear rather than reverence—he learned early that love was not something the universe would grant him. Affection, warmth, kindness? Those were tales for fools, nothing more than a trick of the light, a cruel joke played by those who had the luxury of believing in it.

But then there was you.

You, with your infuriating insistence that he was worth more than the ruin he left in his wake. You, with the way your hands never hesitated to reach for him, never wavered when they brushed against skin marred by too many past sins. You, the only thing that made the centuries of loneliness feel like a mere prologue to the story of you and him.

And now, here you are—sleeping soundly beside him, your bare skin pressed against his under the weight of the sheets, your fingers curled loosely over his chest as if even in unconsciousness, you refuse to let him go.

Loki watches you, committing every detail to memory as if you might disappear if he dares to blink. The soft parting of your lips, the slow rise and fall of your breath, the way your body fits against his like you were meant to be here. The golden light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains, spilling over your form, making you look almost ethereal.

Perfect.

His heart aches. The kind of ache that has nothing to do with pain and everything to do with the unbearable weight of love—true love, the kind that threatens to consume, to unravel, to strip him of every defense he’s ever built.

Loki has spent a lifetime guarding himself from weakness. But you?

You are the one thing he will never armor himself against.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you stir, pressing your face deeper into the crook of his neck. A lazy smile tugs at your lips before your eyes flutter open, still hazy with sleep.

“Mm,” you hum, voice drowsy and sweet. “You’re staring again.”

Loki’s lips twitch into something dangerously close to a smile. He lifts a hand, trailing his fingers slowly down your spine, savoring the way you shiver against him.

“Can you blame me?” His voice is a low murmur, rough with sleep, but there’s no teasing in it. Only truth.

You tilt your head back slightly, studying him with a softness that makes his chest ache. Then, with a small, sleepy hum, you nuzzle your nose against his jaw.

“Mm. Flatterer.”

Loki exhales, pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your lips. Worship. That’s what this is. A quiet, reverent worship of the only thing in all the realms that is good and pure and his.

You.

His only soft spot. His only exception.

You shift slightly, your fingers tracing delicate patterns over his bare chest. “How long have you been awake?”

Loki hums, dragging his lips along your skin, letting his nose brush over the curve of your shoulder. “Long enough.”

A sleepy giggle. “You really do love watching me sleep, huh?”

His fingers tighten ever so slightly on your waist. Love. A word too small for what he feels, too fragile to hold the weight of it. But he nods.

“Yes.”

Something in your gaze softens even further—like melted honey, like sunlight spilling over a frozen wasteland, warming everything in its path.

Loki has never understood softness. It was never meant for him.

And yet, you hand it to him freely, over and over, like a gift he will never be worthy of.

Your fingers trace up his arm, dancing along the sharp lines of his collarbone before slipping to cradle his jaw. His breath stutters as you guide his face down, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, slow and lingering.

“You know I love you, right?” you whisper, lips brushing against his skin. “Not just for the way you love me. But for you.”

Loki stills.

It shouldn’t unnerve him. It shouldn’t make him feel as though his entire being is splintering at the edges. But gods—every time you say it, every time you mean it, it does something irreparable to him.

He’s spent so long believing himself to be unlovable. A creature to be used, to be feared, to be cast aside. But you—youlook at him like he is something sacred, something precious, something good.

He swallows hard. “Say it again.”

Your lips curl into a knowing smile. “That I love you?”

His grip tightens at your waist, not enough to hurt—never enough to hurt—but enough that you know how desperately he needs you to say it.

“Yes.”

You don’t hesitate. “I love you, Loki.”

A slow, sharp exhale. He buries his face against your throat, arms locking around you as if to fuse you to him. “Again.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair. You press your lips to his temple. “I love you.”

Loki exhales through his nose, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His lips brush against the delicate skin of your throat, pressing kisses there, slow and lingering.

He doesn’t say it back. Not because he doesn’t feel it—gods, he feels it, more than he’s ever felt anything.

But because saying it isn’t enough.

Loving you is in the way he touches you, in the way his fingers tremble slightly when they trace the delicate slope of your spine. It’s in the way he lets you see every jagged, ruined piece of himself—the way he offers you the parts of him that he swore no one would ever have.

It’s in the way he holds you now, pressed flush against him, so close he can feel the steady beat of your heart against his.

You shift slightly, resting your forehead against his.

“You don’t have to say it,” you murmur. “I know.”

Loki exhales slowly, his hands tightening at your waist. “Good,” he whispers against your lips. “Because I do. I do.”

You smile. Then, with a soft sigh, you press yourself closer, curling into him like you belong there.

And Loki—who has known nothing but cold, nothing but war, nothing but betrayal—holds you tighter, allowing himself to believe, just for a moment, that this is real. That you are his. That love—true, unbreakable love—was never a lie at all.

Not when it’s you.

Never when it’s you.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Paradigm Shift 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you get transferred to a new position but it's hardly a breath of fresh air. (plus!reader)

Characters: Loki, Bucky Barnes, this reader is known as Billie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

“So, I’m sending you over to logistics,” Mr. Odinson nearly knocks over your pen cup as he sits on the corner of your desk. He gargantuan figure makes you fear for the integrity of the furniture beneath him. “I trust you can keep things tidy there.” 

You want to ask why you but don’t dare. Thor can be pleasant enough. Personable, friendly even, but you’ve also heard how his voice turns to thunder when he’s angry. You’re not shy of the stories either. Wandering eyes and hands. You don’t think they’d ever find you but you’d rather steer clear of the risk. 

“Logistics?” You wonder. 

“Mm, yes, my brother and his new partner,” he waves his hand dismissively, “they’re in need of a desk jockey to mind their dates. When I tell you how many meetings I’ve shown up to and met only an empty table.” 

“Uh, yes, sir, that sounds... bad,” you eke out. 

“Mm, yes,” his eyes flick up and down, “as it were, Fandral said you did rather well on his little task force so you will go down and sort them out. I would warn you but it better you find out for yourself. Perhaps those two will not be so difficult for one such as yourself, eh?” 

He taps the tip of your nose and you blink in surprise. You’ve witnessed it before. A bit too touchy for HR’s liking but they don’t do anything about it. After all, if you make money, then who cares how you behave? 

“When do I... start?” You ask. 

“Now,” he shrugs, “suppose sooner is better.” 

“Now?” You can’t help the shock in your voice and he narrows his eyes, “yes, sir. Um...” 

“There are boxes in the copier room, pack up your things, they should be expecting you... I think,” he stands and scratches his beards, “who’s to say if they read the email.” 

You’re hardly feeling good about this. He hasn’t said one thing that’s made you confident in your reassignment. You prefer the familiar and after two years, this is finally comfortable. Of course you’re the sacrifice they’ve chosen. Now you have start all over again. 

You get up as Odinson leaves and you head off to the copy room. You find an empty paper back and return to your desk. You put your pen cup inside, your ergonomic keyboard and mouse, the next person can put in a request, and you empty your single drawer into the bottom. You put your bag and coat on top and bid a wordless goodbye to your cubicle. No one else even seems to notice as you pack up your laptop. 

Logistics. You’re not even sure where that would be. You stick to your little corner of the company and keep your head down. 

You look it up in the office directory. A whole floor down. You get on the elevator and bob impatiently as you descend. You step off and march toward your fate. You slow as you pass between the desks of clacking keys and the smell of stale coffee. No one looks very happy. Even if they gossip terribly upstairs, at least they’re lively. 

No one looks up as you stroll by. Right. Where exactly do you go. You’re not seeing a free desk. You near a door with a placard on it. Laufeyson, Odinson’s brother. You glance over to the next door. Barnes, a newly acquired consultant. Alright. 

You knock on the first door and wait. And wait. And wait. You tap a little harder and hear shuffling from within. You step back as the door opens with a harsh swing inward. 

“What do you--” The tall main with his oily black locks stops himself mid-sentence and tilts his head, “and who are you?” 

Your eyes round. Does he not know? Your brows arch and nearly meet in the middle. You frown. 

“Your brother--” 

“Secretary,” another voice grits like gravel from behind you. “Remember?” 

You turn as the blue-eyed man blows across a mug and tastes his coffee. His hair hangs around his square jaw, a thicker set than the other man. You glance between him and Mr. Laufeyson, “secretary? Well, not exactly, your brother sent me for clerical--” 

“Secretary,” Laufeyson insists, “very well. Suppose it will ease the burden of tracking those mindless check-ins,” he makes a sarcastic quotation with his fingers, “as you will. Send a ticket to IT, have them add you to my calendar.” 

The door closes as swiftly as it opened and you stagger back. You look over at the other man as he approaches the next office and rests his grip on the handle, “My partner, Loki Laufeyson; Bucky Barnes,” He motions to himself with his cup, “send that ticket in and add my name.” 

“Yes, sir, but er, wait, I--” 

He just as quickly dismisses you with the open and close of his door. You stand dumbly in the hall and look around. What a warm welcome. You look down toward the bullpen of desks and further down the hall. So, where are you supposed to work? 

You pace up and down the short hallway. You find a closet full of old mice and keyboards, and the breakroom with its worn-out coffee maker and humming fridge. You can’t exactly work in either.  

You sigh and return to the hall. You plunk yourself down between the doors of your new bosses and open your laptop to balance on the box. You sit on your jacket and keep your purse against your thigh as you sit on your feet. You open up the support portal and file the ticket; first task done. You have to wait for access until you can do anything else since neither of them seem to want to explain very much. 

You shake your head. Why on earth did you think it couldn’t get worse? It surely feels like a demotion to be sat on the carpet with cardboard for a desk.

You wonder why you? You suppose you’re not interesting enough for Mr. Odinson to keep around. Still, he doesn’t need to punish you for not being his type. 

Well, so long as you’re paid, you’ll just have to make it work.