#PROFESSOR LOKI

[peachyjinx]

Sharing an excerpt from "Lay Your Hands On Me", my Professor Loki multi-chapter fic coming out in 2025. I decided to finish writing it before posting, which sucks for me- I want to share it! So here's a little taste, I can't wait till I can share the whole thing with you guys 😘.

LMK if you want to be on the taglist for it! 💚

Loki swiftly walked through his foyer, and with a practiced flick, his keys spiraled through the air, landing with a clink on the small table in the corner. He had spent his whole drive home thinking about Charlotte. His guilt over their confrontation gnawed at him—a subtle sting beneath the surface—but it paled in comparison to the more insistent throbbing in his pants.

The house was silent around him, and he could almost hear the blood pulsing in his veins, each heartbeat a drumroll punctuating the thoughts of Charlotte that danced provocatively through his thoughts. 

He quickly made his way to his bedroom, unbuckling his pants as he walked into the shadows. The dim light offered a sanctuary of sorts, a place where he could entertain these thoughts without the piercing clarity of daylight to cast judgment upon them. He laid down on his large bed with determination to relieve this pressure, this ache that was inside of him. 

She was smart, passionate, and fiery, and he liked it. While at first she irritated him, he now felt his whole body alight with lust. That fierce glint in her eyes sparked something primal within him, igniting a flame where only embers had smoldered for far too long. The way she had bent over and pointed her finger at him angrily had caused an involuntary shudder through him, and a twitch of arousal he couldn't suppress.

"Once," he whispered into the darkness, a promise or a plea, he wasn't certain, as he released his pulsing cock from its confines, the cool air of the room kissing his heated skin.

Would it be so bad if he slept with her? 

You can’t fuck the students. They explicitly told you that when you were in training. 

Loki chuckled to himself as his length hardened more while his large hand stroked it. Of course he'd be attracted to a student. This was simultaneously the best and worst thing that could happen. A temptation, a change in this monotonous life. The hunger within him stirred, a restless beast prowling the confines of his soul. It was desire, pure and unadulterated, mingled with the tang of danger. 

Oh this is bad, he thought to himself with a wicked grin, as he tightened his grip on his needy cock while he rhythmically pumped it.

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[icancorruptyou]

A thousand years, a thousand more A thousand times a million doors to eternity I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times An endless turning stairway climbs To a tower of souls If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars The towers rise to numberless floors in space I could shed another million tears, a million breaths A million names but only one truth to face

A million roads, a million fears A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty I could speak a million lies, a million songs A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time But if there was a single truth, a single light A single thought, a singular touch of grace Then following this single point, this single flame This single haunted memory of your face

I still love you I still want you A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves Like galaxies in my head And on and on the mysteries unwind themselves Eternities still unsaid 'Til you love me @sorceress-queen I probably already shown you this song but for me its one of the most Morloki songs ever. It counts for both Queen and modern Morgana.

[loopsisloops]

This is all I could think of while reading A Study In Suit by the lovely @lowkeyorloki 💖

He’s so hot and FOR WHAT FOR WHAT

Also..

if you haven’t read A Study In Suit *looks deep into your soul* what the hell are you doing with your life

[icancorruptyou]

Oh absolutely

and she has fallen in love with a man who has no happy stories. but she makes him smile without realizing that now, all of his happy stories are of her.

[faramirsonofgondor]

Any queer man in fiction can’t have a healthy relationship. All they know is pining, divorce, cause the apocalypse, wear silly costume, fight they homo boyfriend, trauma, be disastrous, eat hot chip & lie.

[spideysenze]

don’t think i posted this here

[lokigodofmyheart]

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Day 1 - Sex Pollen (Tony Stark)

Day 2 - Restraining/ shadow play (Loki)

Day 3 - Threesome (Loki and Bucky)

Day 4 - Temperature play (Loki)

Day 5 - none

Day 6 - Roleplay (Severus Snape)

Day 7 - Toys/Public vibrator (Tony Stark)

Day 8 - Edging/orgasm denial (Bucky Barnes)

Day 9 - Pegging (Loki x Reader)

Day 10 - Blow job (Loki x Reader)

Day 11- 20 - none

Day 21 - Sex Pollen (Severus Snape x Reader)

Day 22 -

[guardianjameslight]

No trope hurts more than friends/brothers to enemies.

[peachyjinx]

Holding Back

Complete, 8 Chapters

Summary: You are a new mutant recruit in training with the Avengers, and Loki is brought in to teach you how to use your powers.

Warnings: 18+ Smut! in Chapters 7 & 8 (they could both be read as one shots). PiV, blowjob, rough sex, light bondage

Total word count: 18.6k

Ch 1- The Dilemma

Ch 2- The Teacher

Ch 3- The Magic

Ch 4- The Dinner

Ch 5- The Breaking Point

Ch 6- The Release (smut)

Ch 7- The Resolution

Ch 8- The Beginning (smut, little plot)

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Bad Professors Masterlist

Steve Rogers and Peter Parker

Late Bloomer 💚 2 💚 3

Thor and Bucky

Sweet Like Candy 💗 2 💗 3

Loki and Tony Stark

Like a Stone 💛 2 💛 3

Walter Marshall and destroyer!Chris

Know Your Place 💜 2 💜 3

Lloyd Hansen and Nick Fowler

Learn the Hard Way 🖤 2 🖤 3

Andy Barber and Cole Turner

Habits 🧡 2 🧡 3

Lee Bodecker and Ransom Drysdale

Words Like Honey 💛 2

Colin Shea and Rafe Cameron

Smile Like You Mean It ❤️ 2

[soraya-snape]

I don't know how many times I have heard a Marauders Stan tell me and other Snape Fans that we only like him because of Alan Rickman. Which is funny because they are the exact same people who only like the Marauders and also death eaters like Regulus because of their hot fancasts. And I don't even have a problem with it because yes Alan Rickman did play a part in me liking Snape and I believe you can like pretty much every fictional character because they are fictional. The difference is that I don't excuse Sev's behaviour because I think he looks good unlike these Marauders Stans.

[icancorruptyou]

Making the younger man flustered felt like a small victory, it was quite satisfying setting off a spark in his chest. For a brief moment he pictured what it would be like to find every single sweet spot, every word or tone that made Sebastian fall apart. Picturing those neat braids spread across Loki's pillow that was also muffling moans and gasps. His thoughts made it hard for him to get his mind on track, clearing his throat and then taking in a deep breath he shook away the excitable thoughts. Sebastian saying yes to taking on the project pleased Loki, maybe he was just pleased to have an excuse to spend more time together. "Wonderful, I shall gather up some references and we shall work out the schedule" he planned as he let his imagination explore the new project. Having something new added to his house and having Sebastian's finger print on it felt right. The alarm sent the man in front of him into a frenzy, he looked slightly horrified as he gathered his things and before he knew it his handsome muse was gone. Loki smiled and waved his hand as if to day "go, don't get in trouble just because of me" for a moment Loki just stood there alone as he enjoyed the space. Sebastian's space. Later he would give himself a stern talking to but for now he would let himself get carried away. Loki left the building, he had one more class to teach and then he was free. The rest of the day had gone quite well, he enjoyed his students, he enjoyed the points and discourse they bought to the table. Walking through the grounds of the school, he hoped he would see Sebastian as he walked past the biology building.

icancorruptyou​:

“It’s the lightbulb policy that does not help, I do understand that we have to conserve energy, I really do but the energy saving bulbs are so dull i end up using every light in the room instead of one powerful lamp. You are right, nothing compares to daylight” Loki nodded as he shifted on his heel a little as his mind went back to a moment in his recent history. Loki had spent decades in isolation, wrapped up in is grief and pain, Loki remembered a specific moment. He had been sitting on the floor of his home, his back against the wall, facing a full length life sized portrait of his past wife. Loki had felt frozen in that spot, unable to move, his body felt as stiff as a corpse until a ray of light had made its way into the darkest spot in the room. The light had reflected off of a picture hanging on the wall, a crayon drawing of flowers his grandson had gifted him many many years ago. Loki had forced himself up onto his feet and walked to the back garden to bask in the sunlight, to take a deep breath of fresh air. It was the awakening he needed to bring him out of such a dark time.

“Honestly if my home was exterminated and these so called pests removed it would feel lonely” sometimes the scrabbling around in the ceiling was the only company he would keep, as sad as it sounded he wouldn’t take those dark moment back as they made him the man he was today. “To evict them would be unjustified they have kept me company” loki spoke as his eyes glanced into a cabinet.

“No” Loki shook his head and pursed his lips as he thought to himself for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking back up at Sebastian giving him eye contact. “I think its wonderful” Loki spoke honestly. Instinctively Loki wanted to reach out and tuck the loose braid away from the handsome mans face but that wasn’t appropriate. “I was actually looking for someone to design me a greenhouse, outhouse type of structure in my garden, its not a full home but it could be good for you’re portfolio” Loki suggested as he licked his lips, it was a big thing for Loki to invite someone into his home, his safety full of memories and history.

He smiled, but felt the heat rise in his cheeks at the small complement the professor gave. That only made him awkwardly chuckle and rub at his neck. No one could really tell he was flushing with his skin tone so deep to begin with. 

“That would be lovely.” He smiles, “I love deigning for older houses. add ons and that stuff. It feels good to add something that doesn’t look tacked on in some different style. Ive seen too many old homes done up in the 80s that have to have a return to glory to do that.”

A phone alarm goes off, and Sebastian’s head perks up at the sound. 

“Oh. shoot.” he swears, moving back to the desk he had been working at and collecting his loose papers and notebook. “I have to leave for class. Never been late in my life, don’t wanna be late now, hm?”

He turns to peek his head back into the little narrow hallway in the collection where the professor was. 

“It was really nice talking with you! Youre uh- professor……….” He trails off, always bad with names.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Like a Stone 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki, Tony Stark (Professor AU)

Summary: your work as a TA is complicated by more than your advisor. (tall reader)

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

‘Acceptable’. Not exceptional, acceptable. That word needles at you. 

You knew if from your first meeting, from the fact that the professor would not even look at you, that this would be difficult. Nothing worth doing is easy. But why can’t it be? 

You take a deep breath and let it out little by little. You make the suggested changes, although you would argue that some are unnecessary. Yet, you applied to be a TA as much for the learning experience as the extra money. 

“You okay?” Olive asks as she looks up from a paper streaked with eraser marks. 

“Fine,” you insist. “It’s early in the semester. I'm still getting back in the habit.” 

“I know what you mean,” she says and cradles her chin again. She furrows her nose at the textbook. 

“Need help?” You shift your laptop to the side. 

“Prim, don’t tell me you can do physics too,” she sighs. 

“My dad is a physicist,” she says. “I dabble.” 

“Wow, but... what about you?” 

“What about me? He told me to choose my major and I did.” You explain. 

“Right, sorry. I only...” 

“He wasn’t happy with my choice,” you shrug and reach for her textbook. 

“Oh, whew, I got it,” Cerise interrupts as she drops into her chair, scraping it loudly as she does. “Cider for Primmy and a white hot choccy for my Oli!” 

“Can you yell a bit louder?” You ask as you look around.  

“Sorry, sorry,” Cerise says and lowers her volume. “I just got a bit lost and I left my phone so...” 

“Thank you,” you accept the cup, “it’s appreciated. I’ll help you with that Norse once me and Olive get through this formula.” 

“Oh, Prim, I can figure it out,” Olive insists. 

You look at her. You don’t want to push. She probably can do it herself. It must be your new gig. You taught your first lesson and now you think you know it all. 

“Here,” you set down the physics book and gesture to Cerise. 

She digs around in her bag and pulls out the bright orange Norse grammar book. You look it over. It’s brand new but the same edition you used. 

“Cerise, do you still have the receipt?” You ask. 

“I just bought it today, yeah,” she answers. 

“Take it back. You can use mine. I’ll have father Fedex it overnight.” 

“Oh, but... okay, thanks.” 

“Not at all,” you flip through the pages, “you have your notes?” 

You take out your first-year binder and spread it out on the table. Compared to Cerise’ notes, it’s immaculate. You want to help her but you also can’t do everything for her. She’s smart in her own right, people just underestimate her. 

You remember the first lesson pretty well. As you go through the week’s vocabulary list, it gets easier. Cerise nods along and rewrites her note. You notice how closely she bends over the table though. She seems a little less stressed at the end. 

You sit up and rub your neck as you tilt your head one way then the other. You have a horrible habit of hunching at these tables. You push your fingertips into your muscles and hold back a yawn. 

“How about you, Olive? Did you figure it out?” You ask. 

“I think...” she answers but you don’t hear her full response. 

A tingle ripple flows over you as your eyes are caught by another pair. It’s strange. You were sure that hovering sensation was nothing. You ignored it for the Norse translation but now you’re assured of that smattering paranoia. 

It’s that man. The one you’d run in your first day. With his gross leer and his grosser words. You don’t hide your derision as you frown. He seems amused as he smirks and winks. Does he recognise you or is he just a sleaze to every woman on campus? 

“Can you check my work?” Olive nudges you with corner of her notebook, jarring you back to the table. 

“Yes,” you answer abruptly and take the book. 

You bend your head and look over the numbers. Hm. She had it but then she missed one step. 

“Right here,” you put the book down flat and point with your sharp nail. 

She reads it over and clucks, “I knew it...” 

You slide the book over and she takes it. You peek back to where that man stood. He’s gone. You roll your eyes and go back to your revisions. 

A new email pops into the corner of your screen. It’s one of those dozen emails the college sends every week about a new conference or event. You can check it after. 

Nope. Another email. This one alerts you. Doctor Laufeyson. You tap the notification. It’s a forward of the last campus email. 

‘To attend.’ 

That’s it. The only message. For a man with a doctorate, he does not expand very much on his points. Well, you guess you understood exactly what he means. You’ll mark your calendar and RSVP-- $150 attendance fee? And it’s out of town. 

You rub the side of your nose and respond to his email to confirm that you understand. 

“Prim?” Olive utters. 

“Headache,” you tear your hand away from your face. It isn’t a lie. There’s a pinch right above your eyebrow. Usually that waits until midterms to come around. 

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go,” Olive checks her phone. “I have a group assignment in my photography class.” 

“Group work. Lovely,” you remark. 

“Oh, you know, I have to grab something to eat before I head back to my dorm,” Cerise says. “I still haven’t gone shopping.” 

“Right, guess I’ll stay and finish. Have a good night, you two,” you drag your fingertips around the mousepad. 

“Well, I can stay,” Cerise offers. 

“No, I gotta focus,” you insist. “Really, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Sounds good,” Olive says. 

They leave together and you’re thankful for the solace. You work best alone and yet, those two keep you from going completely over the edge. Before them, you would’ve locked yourself in your room and not come out. 

“Is that the prickly one they call Primrose?” The voice crawls up your neck as a body slides into Cerise’ empty seat. 

You glance up at the man with the silver temples and dark brown eyes. Your brows arch in disappointment and agitation. He’s a bit old to be bothering you. Wait, how did he know your name? 

“You are Laufeyson’s new pet,” he says. “Good luck with that. Shoulda guessed what put that stick up your ass.” 

“Excuse me?” You blink. 

“Ah, trust me. I get it. He’s a fucking treat but if you need to take the edge off, I got a few tricks,” he leans forward and smirks. 

“I don’t know who you are and I prefer that,” you say crisply. 

“Professor Stark,” he answers as if you asked. “Your dream man.” 

You purse your lips and lower your eyes back to your laptop. You start typing as you do your best to ignore his silhouette on the other side of the screen. He chuckles and hums. 

“Oh, baby, this will be fun,” he slaps his hands on the table and stands. “Took me nothing to get your name, I can figure out the rest.” 

[kmartkiddieisle]

Saw some absolute diva out there say

“cherik walked so lokius and sambucky could run”

And gabriell.ee22 if you’re out here I love you.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

“What about Evan Peters as Pietro Maximoff lol? I’d obviously vote him!” ——> precisely why he’s not on the poll

[illyanarasputinfan]

Exceptional X-Men #1 (2024) Marvel Comics

Variant Cover Artist: Scott Koblish