#loki lemon

[thekatfuzz]

Shadow of a Doubt (Preview)

So how about that episode 2 huh?? 👀 when I saw Loki using his shadow magic for the first time in the trailer even before the episode released I knew I had to write a fic about it. So here 'tis!

Pairing: Loki x TVA Hunter Reader

Warnings: eventual smut, shadow magic, use of restraints, slight non-con, slight dark!Loki. **contains slight spoilers for Season 2.**

Rating: M

London, 1977

Night in the city never slept. It wasn't a stressful or rushed state of being awake, but it was rather just alive and existing. The distant sound of sirens from a fire truck nearby, some honking cars here and there, and the distant music and chatter of people on the phone or couples talking to each other walking past you. The ambiance and the world around you seemed distant and unimportant in comparison to your important mission--compromise Variant L1130-- also known as Loki Laufeyson.

You've seen him before, at the TVA and in files that you read. He thought he was the God of Mischief or something. At least thats what Mobius said. You didnt know what he saw in Loki. Mobius has always been interested in such strange things.

Of course, the Variant was mysterious--and not to mention, quite handsome. The mugshot on his file depicted a good-looking man with chiseled cheekbones and raven black hair. Sure, you thought he was good looking, and you wouldnt kick him out of bed if you found him there, but of course you wouldnt go out actively wanting to sleep with a rouge Variant--no matter how hot they were.

You had your assignment. And you had your warnings. Loki's file had mentioned his use of magic and illusions and the image of big, impact text on the file flashed through your head:

"IF CONFRONTED, PROCEED WITH CAUTION."

But you weren't worried. You were in disguise anyway. Your Tempad and pruning stick tucked away cleverly and your determination on display. You've dealt with hundreds of so-called perilous Variants before, how different could this one be?

You got to a shadowed intersection and you looked around. It seemed quieter here. Flickering streetlights lit the slick cobblestone streets as low footsteps and indistinct chatter could be heard. A few people could be seen walking here and there a distance away, but there wasn't much here. All of a sudden, you could have sworn you saw a person appear out pf nowhere out of the corner of your eye. You would have usually just shrugged off as your eyes playing tricks on you in the dimly lit street and kept walking, but something didnt feel right.

The air felt colder and it felt like the sounds of the world were even more further away now as a chill ran up your spine. You felt alone but at the same time, like you were being watched. You looked around frantically, not even knowing what you were looking for. Your hand went quickly to where you hid your pruning stuck, ready to fight or fly.

Suddenly a shadow caught the corner of your eye on the wall. You turned to face it, but it was gone.

What the hell?

Your breathing became faster and you leapt into action, running away. You barely made it a few feet until you felt your arm be tugged backwards, halting you. You shot your head back to see who was holding you back, fully ready to fight back--only to see in surprised confusion that there was no one holding your wrist. It was like a ghost was gripping your arm with invisible fingers but very real strength.

It took you longer than it should have to notice the towering shadow on the wall. It was definitely a human, a male probably, holding your arm. It was like the shadow, somehow, was restraining you.

"What the...." you whispered aloud.

You tried to wriggle free and managed to for a few seconds, until you felt another similar invisible hand grip your other wrist. The next thing you knew you were pinned with your back against the stone wall, looking out at the end of the alleyway where light poured in through a rectangular opening.

Heart thundering and mind racing, you extended your neck a bit in front of you and looked up at the wall you were held against. Two large shadows this time. They looked the same, each holding your arms out to the side like you were shackled to the hard stone wall.

Then, you saw it. First from one shadow, than the other-- a set of sharp, curving horns began to grow out of the black shadows' heads. You watched in surprise as the horns began to bloom and didnt even notice the man striding towards you, eyes glowing an otherworldly green.

"Well, well..." purred the voice, in a velvety English accent. "What have we here?"

Loki.

The infamous Variant stepped out the shadows in a very elegant suit with a white ruff in his chest and a neat bow tie. His hair was slicked black and his hands were clasped behind his back. He sauntered over to you, smirking. Looking like a spider who had just caught a decadent fly in its web.

He waved his hand again, and your clothes changed as your breath hitched. Your disguise melted away to reveal your black TVA hunter armor. You gritted your teeth. This was annoying, but this wouldnt stop you. So what he knew you were from the TVA. He would be incarcerated there soon enough.

You jerked and struggled against the shadow bonds as Loki chuckled.

"Don't bother, darling." He mused. "Shadow magic--quite useful, actually. Very hard to break out of it's grip."

"Loki Laufeyson--" You said, hoping your voice carried more confidence and certainty than you felt. "You are under arrest by the Time Variance Authority for crimes of sabotaging the Sacred Timeline."

He raised an eyebrow. "Am I?" He said in mock surprise. He looked around. "So I've been told before."

He stepped closer to you, his features sharp in the dim light. "Go on then hunter, arrest me." He put out his wrists in an exaggerated act of surrender. He paused a moment then looked back up at you. "Oh dear, but you can't though, can you? You seem to be a little...incapacitated, darling."

"Don't call me that." You spat, blood boiling. Maybe you wouldnt even take him back to the TVA--maybe you would just give yourself the satisfaction of pruning him right here and now.

He looked taken aback.

"Trust me Variant, when I'm free--"

"I'll be sorry?" Loki said, sounding bored. "Yes, yes. Heard it all before. You hunters are so cute when you try to threaten me."

He stepped closer yet again to your restrained body, closing the space between you. You could nearly feel his breath on your face now as he looked down at you with his piercing green gaze.

Your heart hammered in your throat, loud enough that you hoped he couldn't hear.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked, running a finger down your cheek, making you shudder.

Your face flushed, praying he couldnt see it in the darkness.

"Of course I do." You choked out. "You're a villain. A Variant. A threat to Time itself." You stabbed. Loki smirked.

"Am I?" He said, amused. "You seem to have such strong opinions about me. Did they warn you about me, Variant? About how dangerous and horrible I can be?"

"I'm not afraid of you." You said boldly. "I haven't even seen you do anything more than your silly shadow puppets and your outfit-changing trick."

"Oh." Loki growled. He came even closer to you and grabbed your chin, his chest pressing you against the hard brick wall behind you. Your wrists felt cold and ached from the restraining phantom hands.

"Well..." Loki said, lifting your head up forcefully. He lowered his voice to a growl, and locked his gaze with yours. "Perhaps I've just been waiting for a moment like this, so I can do terrible, awful things to you."

[clandestineloki]

“does loki think i’m pretty in this dress? he’s been glaring at me the whole party :((” reader X loki who is not actually glaring but giving bedroom eyes only his jaw is clenched because he is fighting for his life resisting the physical urge to take you to a bathroom and fuck you until you've come undone all over his cock

reader who’s covering herself up in bed thinking she's not sexy x loki who thinks you're a sex goddess and literally will not come all night just to make sure he can fuck all those thoughts out of your pretty head how do you not know all the things he wants to do with you?

reader who whimpers in her sleep and can't sleep without snuggling up to her loving husband x her loving husband loki who used to lie awake at night because of nightmares but now it's because your ass is grinding against his crotch and he's debating whether to wake you up or not because he's getting restless and so is his cock

reader who's on her period and is sniffling and crying because of pain and hormones x loki who asked her to sit in his lap so he could cuddle her but didn't know her intimate areas would be so warm and now he's stuck with a hard-on and an adorably horny wife grinding against him because it "helps the cramps"

part 2?? 😳

[whxre-bxby]

🐍Loki × reader #2

SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT SMUT😂🔪🐍

Choking ; sir-kink ; unprotected sex ; bondage. Y/n is on the pill.

Enjoy it my horny bitches 😏

Each Avenger returned with the infinity stone. And everyone returned. Nat and Clint found a creature from Thanos' planet and Clint sacrificed it for the stone. You would think it wouldn't work because you needed to sacrifice something you really love. Turns out, Natasha loves squirrels and that thing looked very similar, except it was trying to bite Clint so he threw it down. Natasha is mad at him now, even though she knows that was the most logical option. She was needed and Clint had a family.

We stood in a circle and made sure everyone managed their mission successfully.

"The raccoon lives!" Tony says, sarcastically applauding Rocket.

"I'm not a raccoon." Rocket replies, annoyed.

"Okay, honestly though. What are you then?" Scott asks.

"Rocket." He replies, walking away to get some food.

"Right." Scott replies.

"Whatever, he eats garbage." Nat says and we all make our way off the time machine. Tony builds the gauntlet with Rocket and Bruce, who is in Hulk's body now.

I take the suit off that we all wore. I have shorts and a top underneath so it was fine. I chucked it onto the couch and made my way to the balcony. It looks similar like the one in Stark Tower, here it's just squared. I lean against the railing and let the breeze blow against my face. The sun was setting and I watched it.

I needed peace, quiet, natural light, warmth and fresh air... everything had been so stressful since Thanos won. No one was the same anymore and it hurt seeing others like this but I myself couldn't change my attitude. Pain and grief were what I felt most of the time now. Regret and guilt are up there in the top 5 emotions too. I look around and see an advert. There is a picture of a family on it. The child is being held and hugged by it's parents. It's cute... I wonder what it feels like.. 'love'. Never got to experience it...being a part of a family was something I never knew of. Now I think I found my family, the Avengers, but not all of them were here...

I was interrupted in my thoughts by someone putting their hand on my shoulder. I didn't even bother looking. I stayed still and managed to figure out it was Loki. The way his hand gripped my shoulder, the weight he pushed down on me. It was him. I slowly rotate my head and look at him.

"You were quite deep in thought. I was saying your name multiple times." He says, giving me a soft smile. I return it.

"Yeah..sorry."

"Don't apologize. What were you thinking about..?" He asks, looking away and gazing out into the open as well.

"Just, stuff I guess..nothing important." I reply, looking back out at the sunset.

"Please stop blaming yourself-" Loki was cut off.

"I just feel like I could have done more...and if I would have done more maybe they would still be here right now.." I say, letting out a deep sigh. My eyelids drift together slowly and I lower my head.

"What you did was enough, you did good. Not everyone could have fought how hard you did.." he says, with a pause. "Don't worry, this is why we are doing all of this. We are getting them back.."

"But what if it doesn't work, what if they are really..gone forever.."

Loki doesn't reply. He knows he can't see what will happen. None of us can, we just hope for the best. Loki puts his arm around me and pulls me into his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around my back. I bury my face in his chest and let a few tears escape my eyes. We just stand there, the wind blowing into my hair making it look as if it were alive. I sniffle and he looks down at me surprised.

"You're so emotional.." Loki says softly, petting my head.

"Stop embarrassing me.. I'm not at the best point in my life right now. " I mutter. Never have I ever cried in front of anyone before. No wonder Loki was surprised, I always suppressed all my feelings and bottled them up. It all backfires eventually and you let it out in bad times.

"I'm sorry dear, it wasn't meant in a bad way. It's quite sweet actually." He says. I know he is smiling and I gently punch his shoulder. After a long hug, we let go of each other.

"Thank you.." I say, wiping my tears into my sleeve.

"No problem, my pleasure. I enjoy spending time with you and that sunset was beautiful." Loki says, looking at the sky again and then back at me.

I look down and blush a little.

"It doesn't beat you though." He says, chuckling.

"Oh stop it." I say, smiling and looking away.

"Why?"

"Because you don't mean it." I say, not looking at him. Of course, he doesn't mean it, he was just making fun of me again. Why would he mean it? I don't look beautiful, especially not since what happened. I haven't cared for myself in ages.

"What would make you think I don't mean it?" Loki says, his expression softening.

"Why would you mean it? It's not even tr-"

"Let's see, maybe because I'm not blind and I can see how beautiful you are. You have soft skin, glowing in the sunlight right now just like your hair. " Loki stops talking after interrupting me. I look at him confused, but his words warm my heart and make me blush. We just stare into each other for a while. I admire his eyes and I love watching them flicker from one of my eyes to the other.

I look down, feeling awkward because I don't know how to cope with compliments. They don't come often. I want to give him a hug but I think that would be too far, maybe? Maybe not. I don't know, we never got touchy like that. I take my hands and start fiddling with my fingers, not knowing what to do. I hear Loki chuckle slightly. Then suddenly something unexpected happens.

He takes his hand and softly places two fingers under my chin. I let him guide my eyes back to his.

"I think you are truly very beautiful.." he says, smiling softly at me.

I blush again.

"Thank you.." I reply, almost whispering. His hand moves up to my cheek and he cups it, rubbing his thumb up and down slowly. I smile and put my hand on top of his, holding it to my face. I close my eyes and lean into it, releasing all my negative thoughts and stress. I loved being around him. Probably not just that, I'm pretty sure that I loved him. I loved Loki. He was very kind, gentle and polite under the hard shell of coldness and mischief.

Loki takes a step closer, and my head is on the same level as his chest, he is very tall. I look up at him and without hesitation, I lean against his chest and give him a warm hug. He tenses up at first, but eventually relaxes into it and wraps his arms around me, rubbing my back. I press harder, not wanting this moment to end.

Loki holds my head against his chest and kisses the top while I listen to his heartbeat.

I was surprised when he did that, it made me look up.

"Loki?"

"Sorry I just couldn't resist, you were being so cute." He smiles, hoping I was okay with it.

"I like you.." I say, slowly looking straight into his eyes. "A lot. I like you a lot."

He stops smiling and just stares into my eyes. I see there are so many emotions within him but I can't figure out what they are or how he is feeling.

Loki doesn't say anything for a while which makes me regret saying what I just did.

"Sorry.. I uhm..I didn't want to ruin the friendship we have..I'm sorry, just forget it..." I say, letting go of the hug and backing up a little. Loki let his hands fall from around me to his sides while I awkwardly played with my fingers, avoiding eye contact at all costs. The silence continued.

"Loki, please say something.." I tell him, not being able to stand in silence.

He looks away in disbelief but then his eyes fix on mine. I give him a soft unsure look and I see his eyes got a little watery.

"Loki..?" I ask again.

"You're joking right..?" he finally replies after my many failed desperate attempts. I look up at him, confused.

"No..why would I be joking.?" I ask, just wanting this awkward never ending moment to end. I just wish I never mentioned this, I'v never been this embarrassed.

"Okay well then you're lying." he continues on, not looking at me. "Are you making fun of me?"

"What? No! Why do you think that? You're confusing me...Loki" I say, wanting to cry for some reason. Probably of all the mixed emotions I'm feeling right now.

"You like me..?" he asks, in disbelief.

I sigh and nod, looking down again. Loki looks like he is processing big news. I look at him and his face is loading.

"Why?" he then says.

"What do you mean why? I don't know I can't control it, I just do.." I reply again, feeling extremely uncomfortable in this situation, wrapping my arms around me as if I could hide in them.

"How?" he asks again. I look up, still confused. "How can you like me..?"

"Because... I don't know... you're likeable. I don't have the social skills to tell you.." I say, returning my gaze to him.

Loki's eyes are watery. "Please try and tell me why..I really want to know.." he says, basically pleading. I feel sorry for him. His expression is making me tear up but the confusion stays in my brain.

"You have a nice character. Not everyone sees it, but under your fake coldness you are sensitive and just want to make the people you care about proud and happy...I really like that about you. I don't think I can name anything I would change about you." I say, with a pause. "Okay maybe when you get angry you ignore me and everyone else so I wish you obviously wouldn't do that but I do that too so I can't say anything against that." I finish my sentence and hold my hands against my face trying to overcome the embarrassment and stress this moment is giving me. He lets out the faintest chuckle at that.

I look back at him and I see tears running down his face. He is looking at me but I still can't tell what emotion lies within his soul.

"Oh my gosh..Loki what's wrong..?" I ask worriedly. I feel my eyes tear up even more. I've never seen him like this. He presses his lips together, I can see them turning white while he is trying to suppress his emotions.

"How could you ever like something like me..? I'm not even up on any of your levels..you can do so much better than this.." he says looking down, his hands gesturing to him.

"What do you mean? You are on the same level. Are you kidding? You're not a bad person. If you were, you wouldn't have been accepted by the team. They know you are not who you used to be. I've talked to them, they are glad Thor brought you along. I look up to you! Peter admires you as well! He thinks you're great. You've inspired Bruce and Tony to forgive people. Steve says he is a fan of your powers. Nobody here doesn't like you. We are happy you are here..please just understand that. " I say, out of breath. I see how more and more tears run down his face, which makes me unable to hold mine back. I burst into a cry.

"Are you seriously crying because I am?" he says, beneath sniffles. I smile and cry at the same time. "After my speech, that's all you say..?" I ask him, wanting to know how he feels.

"Y/n I fucking love you. I've never felt anything like this. When Thor met Jane I just made fun of him for being weak and letting emotions get to him, but only now do I understand what it is. I don't know much here, but what I do know is that I love you, a lot. When you said that, earlier I couldn't believe it...I just don't think I am good enough for you.." Loki says, wiping his face.

"But I don't want anyone else..I want you. I love you..you are all I will ever want and need. " I say, my voice cracking and squeaky because of my crying.

I gasp for air and Loki just stands there. I look at him, and for the first time, I can see his emotions. It's admiration. He stares at me in awe. I smile but before I can say anything else Loki takes a step closer to me and puts his hand under my chin. I look up at him, seeing him smile. His smile made me so happy. It sparked so many emotions in my stomach.

Loki then cupped my face and leaned down. I closed my eyes and we stopped getting closer. Our lips were brushing against each other and I could feel his hot breath against mine. He wasn't sure whether I really wanted to do this and he definitely didn't want to do anything that would make me feel uncomfortable.

I leaned in and connected my lips to his. We closed our eyes and kissed. Loki pulled my body into him while keeping my face as close to his as possible. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeper. He bit my lower lip, causing a small heated moan to escape my lips. I felt him grin against my lips and then he filled my mouth with his tongue. I let him in and we made out heavily.

After a while, I had to break the kiss for air. We grinned at each other and I blushed.

"I've been wanting to kiss you for so long." he says, gathering his breath.

"I've wanted to do it for longer.." I say, unknowingly. I inhale deeply, trying to get my breathing straight.

"Are you challenging me?" he asks, raising his eyebrows and smirking dangerously.

"Maybe.." I reply, crossing my arms over my chest liking where this is going.

"Big mistake." he says chuckling. I was about to protest and come back at him with something smart, but he walked close to me and bent down. His hands laced around my legs and he stood up. I was hanging down his shoulder, trying to keep myself upright while he held onto my legs.

"You will regret doing that." Loki says, shaking his head while walking back inside. I start to kick my legs and squeal. Loki just spanks my ass hard and bites into my thigh making me squeak out and shut up. He walks the stairs and heads to his room. I grip his shoulders, not wanting to fall and he just throws me up, readjusting me on his shoulder.

"Loki what are you-"

"Shush." he says, interrupting me again. I sway side to side while Loki makes his way to his room.

He bursts the door open and enters. Loki slams the door shut and then grabs me and throws me onto his soft bed. He then walks over to his curtains and pulls them closed. The sun already set by now and the room was completely dark. I sat up on the bed and waited to see if I could hear anything but the whole room was silent. I knew Loki had everything planned out so I decided to get up. I walked a few steps away from the bed, trying my best to see in the pitch-black dark but it was useless. I turned around but I felt hopeless.

"Loki..?" I said softly, hoping he would respond. He didn't. I asked again. "Loki, what are you doing..?".

A few moments passed and I suddenly felt hot breath next to my ear. I wanted to turn around to see if it was him, but the second I moved I felt his strong big hand wrap itself around my throat. I stayed in place and inhaled sharply when he pressed harder. I touched the hand with mine, trying to loosen his grip but he didn't. I just held onto his arm.

Suddenly I felt Loki press his body against mine from behind, keeping his hand tightly wrapped around my neck. I jumped in surprise.

"Loki, is that y-"

"Shhh..." he shushes me again. This time his voice is very low and husky like, I can tell even from the whisper.

He moves my hair to the side, giving him access to my neck. I feel his lips attach to it and he starts to bite down and harshly suck on the skin. My breathing becomes uneven and I let my eyes drop shut in pleasure.

With Loki's hand around my throat, he pushes me towards the bed. I drop down on it and he then leaves. Quickly, Loki returns and I feel how he takes my wrist and puts something metal around it. I try and get out but can't. He handcuffed me to his bed.

I felt him trace his fingers from my neck down my chest, between my boobs and he stopped when he reached my abdomen. Loki leaned down and kissed me deeply. Once again he pushes his tongue into my mouth and roughly kissed me, bruising my lips. He rubbed up and down my thigh, holding it up. After a while, he pulled away and walked to the light switch. He pressed it and I saw him, standing there, a huge smirk on his face. I look at myself and see he really did cuff me down.

Loki walks over to me and starts to pull up my shirt, revealing my bra. He groans when he sees it and literally tears the fabric off my chest.

"I liked that top.." I mutter.

"Not nearly as much as what I'm about to do to you.." he said. His voice was really deep now. I could see a small bulge in his pants and it made me bite my lip. Loki then moved onto my pants and pulled them down my legs. He traced a line with his tongue from my belly to my chest. I whimpered at the feeling, knowing I was starting to get really wet. I lay, vulnerable, in just my underwear under Loki, who was still fully dressed.

He tucked at my panties and soon enough slipped them down my legs. I felt exposed and tried covering myself up but he quickly stopped me. I clenched my legs together, trying to at least cover that but he saw. Loki knelt at the end of the bed and put his hands under my hips. The next thing I knew, he pulled my body towards him and pushed open my legs. I whimpered, feeling self-conscious but he didn't care. He knew what he was doing and what he wanted. And Loki wouldn't stop until he gets what he wants. I wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me an inch closer. I looked down at him, my pussy throbbing. He smirked and I bit my lip, excited about what he was going to do.

"Do as I say, or else you will be punished." He whispers. I nod, eagerly and he looks down, grinning.

"Use your words pet." He says.

"Yes" I reply to his demand.

"Yes, what?" He asks, clearly indicating something was missing.

"Yes, sir.." I whisper and he grins again.

"Good girl." Loki replies.

I feel his hot breath on my heat and let out a sigh. He then licks a stripe from my entrance up to my clit. I whimper in pleasure, wanting more. My legs tremble from his touch and Loki then buries his face into me. I let out a loud moan and my head falls back. He eats me out, not missing any part of me. His tongue is working on my entrance while his nose rubs on my clit, through his movement. Loki takes a finger and softly pushes it inside me. I clench my eyes shut, moaning when he starts pumling it in and out. Soon, he adds another finger and his mouth sucks on my clit. I turn into a moaning hot mess and arch my back, loving how he is making me feel.

"Loki, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum.." I whine, not wanting him to stop.

"Not yet pet, you cum when I say so." he says, possessively.

I nod and he speeds his thrusts up. My mouth is gaping open at this point and I try my best not to release.

"Loki, please- " I whine.

"Not yet." he answers. Loki is very possessive and dominant. He loves being in control of everything. Every touch I receive, every feeling I feel and every action I take. But what he was doing to me felt so good, my body couldn't control itself any longer. I came all over his fingers, moaning, trying to cover my mouth. Of course, Loki noticed. My walls clenched around his fingers and my body trembled beneath him. He immediately stopped his actions and got up. I came down from my high and gathered my breath.

Loki stood in front of me, his arms crossed.

"I didn't say you could cum yet." He said, slightly annoyed.

"Sorry daddy, I couldn't hold it any longer.." I replied in my defence.

"You didn't listen, now you will have to be punished. " he said. His frown turned into a grin as he started to unbuckle his belt. He undid it and pulled it from his pants, as I watched with wide eyes. He then came down to me and roughly turned me on my stomach. A hand slipped under my belly and he pulled my hips up so I was laying down with my ass in the air.

"Codeword is 'trouble', dear." Loki said.

Once he said the codeword, I knew I was in for it. My body tensed, awaiting what he will do. I heard some fumbling and then suddenly, a hard strike hit my ass. The sound of the hit filled the room and I yelped in pain. I buried my head into the sheets and Loki said. "One"

I opened my eyes and right after that, he struck me with the leather belt again. I clenched my fists, yelping out again.

"Two." He continued counting. It hurt like hell, my ass was burning but this was part of it. Then Loki struck me again, making me cry out in pain. They were getting harder and I felt my eyes start to water up.

"Three."

I felt the wind move of how Loki rose his arm up and then crashed it down onto my bare skin. I cried, tears running down my eyes. Loki rubbed the area he hit.

"Four."

I inhaled sharply, awaiting the next strike and it came. The slap hit me again. I was biting my fist and clenching my handcuff.

"Five." he said. I could hear he was smiling, through how he said the word. I loved the feeling, of knowing he was in charge. Even if it physically hurt, it excited me and made my stomach twist. I wanted him to use me however he likes.

I saw how Loki raised his hand, the belt in it, bent in half. When he slammed it back down on me I almost screamed. I couldn't take much more.

"Six." he says. Again I was able to notice his grin. I inhaled deeply, preparing for the next one. Once again, Loki's hand rose and he struck me for the seventh time. This time, it was the hardest hit of them all. I cried out in pain.

"Seven." He says.

"T- trouble.." I say, my voice shaky.

Loki drops the belt and rubs the area he just roughly attacked. Tears were still streaming down my face and I had to sniffle a few times. Loki turned me around again and saw my face. He then undid my handcuff and dropped it to the ground as well. He pulled my face up to his.

"You did so well, pet." He says smiling, wiping the tears off my face. I smile back, happy I pleased him.

He pulls me to him and I put my hand on his cheek. Once again, Loki slips his tongue into my mouth, showing his dominance. I trace my fingers down him and tug at the hem of his shirt.

"Go on." he whispers. With his permission granted, I start to unbutton his shirt, meanwhile, Loki bites my neck, definitely leaving heavy bruises and marking his territory.

I reach for the last button and gently pull it off his shoulders. He unwraps his arms from me and lets me slide it down his hands. I drop it to the ground and Loki throws his hands, back around my waist. He pushed my hips onto him and then lowered me back down on the bed. I lay beneath Loki, as he left open-mouthed sloppy kisses down my body. He reached behind my back and unhooked my bra easily. That too was thrown to the other side of the room. Loki looked down at my naked body.

"You're beautiful darling." he said, smiling in admiration. I blushed, not being able to hold back a smile.

"Thank you.." I whisper. He leans down and kisses me again, before unbuttoning his trousers. He slips them right off, along with his boxers. I look at him and gasp, biting my lip. He smirks at my reaction and looks into my eyes. I carefully lift my hand and wrap it around the bottom of his shaft. He exhales deeply. I slowly rub him from bottom to top and then down again. Loki groans as I tighten my grip around him and start to pump his long and thick dick. He then grasps my wrist and I let go of him. He climbs onto me, hovering above my body. I open my legs for him and he strokes my thigh again. Loki puts one hand on his member, the other one holding him up above me. He rubs it between my lips and then inserts the tip. I let out a soft moan and he kisses me deeply. Then suddenly, Loki thrusts himself deep inside me. I scream in pleasure and hold on to him. He pulls all the way out and slams himself back inside me, groaning. I dig my nails into his back and Loki continues his actions a few more times before he just pounds into me mercilessly. We press our foreheads against each other. Sweat drips down my face and I can't hold back my moans. Loki is breathing heavily. His eyes are closed as he is concentrated on his thrusts. I feel a knot start to build up inside my stomach again. Loki's thrusts become slightly sloppier now, I can tell he is close too.

"Loki, I'm going to cum.." I moan under him.

"Me too pet, just wait for me." He says and I nod. He continues thrusting a few more times before I feel him twitch inside me.

"Okay dear, cum for me." He says, between breaths and groans. He speeds up to his maximum and I release onto him. Loki moans as I clench my walls around his dick and I feel his hot seed flood my insides. He rode out both our orgasms, continuing his sloppy thrusts until we came down from our highs. Loki collapses onto me and we both breath heavily.

"Holy shit.." I whisper. He grins against my skin.

"I love you y/n" he says and we kiss again.

"I love you too.." I reply whispering. Loki stays inside me for a while and we just lay there. I wrap my arms around him and embrace him into me. His body is warm. After we have our air back in our lungs, Loki slides out of me. His semen is drilling out of my pussy but we both couldn't care less about the mess we made. He dropped down next to me and I pushed my upper body up and reached for the blanket to cover us. He smiled at me as I covered the both of us. Loki reached out to me and pulled my body into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I listened to his heartbeat slow down. Loki kissed my head and I snuggled closer to him. Soon enough, we both fell asleep.

[waterhashiragiyuu]

Loki X Fem! READER

Trigger :choking but in a gentle way

I woke up this morning thinking about our last time together. I am rolling around in my bed and i can't make myself neither fall back asleep or get up and start my day. All i can think of is how you called me beautiful as i was enjoying your body exploring mine. I can feel my naked skin under warm soft blankets, i can feel myself thirsting for your touch and words again. Getting aroused by your memory.

I am slowly using my hand to feel my wet core, surprised at how needing of you it is.

At that moment you are entering the apartment. Staring at my naked body, half way covered by blankets. You are approaching and gently petting my skin. From my cheek, down my neck, touches soft and light like petals, almost tickling. While you look deep into my eyes, you are playing with my nipples softly moving them up and down, then in circles. From pleasure i cant bare to keep my eyes open. I am starting to moan in a shy manner,wishing that i could do it louder. But i am afraid that my neighbors might hear me. But honestly, fuck them, once they woke me up by fucking loudly at 3 am.So what if they her me this time in 7 am...

Your hand is so gracefully gliding down my waist, down my stomach, teasing my core just a little. Just a little but more then enough to make me wanting you more. You are grabbing my soft thighs. I am curving my back at the pleasure of your touch. I know that i can't take it much more, but i want this to last. You are giving full attention to my clitoris now, and in a wave of pleasure i can hear you say :"say my name'.

I am feeling ashamed yet turned on and curious. I am looking at your eyes seductively yet innocent. Are you sure? You want that? I am smirking. Knowing very well that I want that too, i am just pretending. Another strong wave of pleasure overwhelms my body and i cant help but to close my eyes again and moan.

I can feel your masculine hand moving inbetween my boobs and grabbing my neck firm but gentle, while my head is falling backwards with a louder moan. I thought that i would reach my peak that very moment , but i managed not to.

-Say my name.

Another pleasure wave washes over me and this time,that is it and i know it, i couldn't contain it anymore.

As strong orgasm is shaking my body and my ears are ringing, your hand on my small neck holding me in my ecstacy... I gather courage to say out loud :... Loki!!!.. Loki!!!

After that great orgasm, in shame how much i enjoyed it i turn on my stomach and giggle. While waving my legs in the air playfully. Now this is the memory of you that i keep thinking of while i roll in my bed in early mornings.

[myownviperroom]

How lovely fluffy and smutty 😌✨✨✨ would love a morning bath with my favorite prince right now …

Worship; Devastation

Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

Synopsis: Prince Loki gets some ideas regarding worship upon witnessing his lover in the particularly ethereal lighting of his bathing quarters...

And honestly, what is worship if not laying your utterly devastating touch upon your lover just to watch them unfurl before you?

Or, alternatively:

Devotion, reverence, and veneration at the hands of a god in 3,800 words or less

Note: Welcome back to the smut fest! Similarly to my last Loki smut fic, I also wrote a great deal of this one very early in the morning, so my apologies for any errors that I didn't manage to spot and edit out. I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: Semi graphic NSFW, vulgarity, fingering, oral sex (f receiving)

She sat, naked as the day she she had been born, upon the edge of the royal bathing pool reserved solely for her beloved, the warm water lapping gently at her ankle as she leaned back on her forearms, right knee bent so one foot rested on the rune etched lip of the younger prince's extravagant bath.

It felt very Loki indeed, to have bathing quarters that seemed far more like a swimming pool than a tub, and she relished in the energy of the space, each detail reminding her of the man who floated gracefully in the waters just beneath her.

If her eyes were not closed at that very moment, she was certain that she would be unable to help but stare at him, not with the distracting way that his hair splayed out upon the surface of the water, or that his skin all but shone in the morning sun that doused the two of them from the skylight above.

This was not her first morning bath with him, far from it in fact, but as she basked in the sunlight, she still felt herself jump when a familiar hand wrapped around the ankle that dangled within the water, her eyes flying open to find his stunning blues already awaiting her gaze.

And oh, what a sight he made.

There he was, Prince Loki of Asgard, God of Mischief, entirely bare within the warm waters of his bath, and submerged to his upper arms, revealing his strong shoulders, angular jaw, and sharp collar bones, all of which dripped almost tantalizingly with slow moving droplets of water, which clung to his skin in a manner that nearly made her jealous of them.

He looked up at her with an earnest curiosity and something that almost bordered on vulnerability, his grip loosening but not quite fading from her ankle as his thumb began to stroke the flesh just above where the water ceased to lap at her.

Eager to find out what had caught the attention of her lover, she leaned forward, placing her hand atop his own as she tilted her head in a silent question that she soon vocalized in spite of her subtle gestures.

"Is there something wrong, dear prince?"

She asked, her voice quiet and with an almost breathless quality that only seemed fitting for such a peaceful morning.

In reply, Loki simply placed his free hand on the lip of the bath and used that as leverage to pull himself ever closer to her, his other detaching from its wrapped position around her ankle so he could move it upward, fingertips craving the feeling of more of her soft skin beneath them.

Meanwhile, she watched him with a curiosity of her own, taking in with a vast gratitude unknown to the man just beneath her the details of his person, from the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose, to those that rested upon his shoulders, all the way up to the curve of his brow and the way that his black locks looked when slicked back from both the water and the way he had inevitably run his hands through them.

"Not quite."

Loki answered, his voice low and still slightly thickened by his semi-recently halted slumber, though those eyes of his swam with a subtle amusement that betrayed how much he and his lover's conjoined time in the bathing quarters had energized him.

"I simply desired to ensure that I wasn't still dreaming."

He continued, expression remaining slightly awe-filled as he looked up at her from the waters not far below, his once less occupied hand coming to rest upon her previously bent leg, which was now lowered alongside the other into the water as she continued to sit upon the bath's edge, his fingers kissing her damp flesh with a well known gentleness that had her sighing out softly, a small smile finding her lips.

He watched her with such fondness, such peace that not so long ago, she would have thought was entirely unknown to him, and he had believed he would never find nor understand.

How wrong they had been.

And how grateful they were for that fact now that they each knew the touch of the other, the love of them.

And as she looked into her darling prince's eyes she was reminded of that love, even as she could not help but smile at his familiar dramatics, her hand reaching down to curl some of his hair behind his ear, allowing her touch to linger briefly upon his jaw before she moved back once more.

"And why would you think yourself still slumbering, my dear?"

She wondered aloud, half anticipating a peaceful silence to follow, only to find herself pleased when Loki's all consuming voice filled the room shortly afterward.

"Have you ever seen your love illuminated by a halo of morning sunlight?"

He questioned gently, his hands still creeping ever upward, now resting upon her knees as he awaited her response with a patience that felt foreign to her when acted out by him, though she certainly did not complain.

As her reply to her prince's immensely endearing question, she hummed, watching the way that the sun cast its light upon him in an almost ethereal manner, reminding her once more of his nature.

She smiled,

"I believe that I have. Quite often, in fact."

Loki's expression of adoration continued as he watched her fondly, a slight smile finding his perfect lips, curving them upward in that manner his love adored so ceaselessly.

"I see."

He drawled slowly, fingers massaging slow circles into her lower thighs all the while,

"Then surely you can understand why I've been enraptured so."

He reasoned, placing a gentle kiss to the side of her knee as he watched for her reaction, noting the way that she shivered slightly beneath his touch, still not quite used to him, even after years of his hands lovingly caressing her skin at each and every opportunity.

He selfishly hoped, in that moment, that she might not ever come to be, just so he could continue to bear witness to the way that her body, mind, and soul reacted to his affections forevermore.

In response to Loki's gentle words and teasing ministrations, his love sighed contentedly, her flesh reacting as if chilled in spite of the warm water still lapping at her ankles.

She allowed herself a moment to bask in the closeness of him before reaching to cup his jaw again with a smile, tracing the now abandoned path of a droplet of water that had made its way from his hair down to the bridge of his nose, where it had spilled over the side and ran along his cheekbone before ultimately losing momentum and fading to nothingness in the warmth of sunlight, leaving only a faint shimmer of dampness in its wake.

She watched him for a few moments, eyes looking fearlessly and familiarly into those ever softening blues until finally, she spoke up once more, seemingly having gotten her fill of the peaceful silence.

"I suppose that I can, yes."

She replied to his previous statement, fingers moving from his cheek down to his jaw where they traced the sharpness of it gently, as if afraid it might truly cut, or perhaps as a woman in love might do to the object of her affections.

Perhaps so, indeed.

The younger prince hummed happily in response to her touch, something akin to a purr rumbling deep in his chest as he pushed as close as to her as he could manage, both hands moving to her knees in order to place the backs of them upon his muscular shoulders, thus allowing him to them wrap his arms around them from below, his long and lithe fingers finding firm purchase upon her thighs as he did so, pulling her ever closer to the edge of the bathing pool,

closer to him.

And though he was certain that she had noticed, his darling did not complain, simply watching Loki with an amused gleam in her eye as he leaned his head against her thigh, expression almost dreamy as he watched her, taking in the vision of beauty that she was, now doused fully in the morning sunlight.

"Perfection."

He murmured gently, fingers dancing upon her skin as he pressed kiss after kiss to the thigh on which his head rested. And though she felt his smile as he did so, growing almost imperceptibly with each individual graze of his lips, she did not know why until he pulled away from her ever so slightly.

"Although,"

He began to say upon doing just that, eyes finding hers once more, allowing her to see the familiar sparkle of mischief that shone there,

"I do believe this means we have a problem, darling."

His voice was all but a purr now, low and rumbling with a certain level of mock concern to it that made his dearest love flounder slightly, gaze locked with his own as if the two of them were in contest with one another for who could see into the other's soul first.

Not that she could ever stand a chance, not against him.

"You see,"

Loki continued, both sets of his fingers pressing into the supple skin of her thighs as he massaged his way upward, eyes never leaving hers all the while, her body having long since been memorized by his hands.

"Perfection is meant to be worshiped."

He murmured, moving his head slightly to press a kiss to her opposite thigh before he pinched at the former deftly, causing his lover to gasp and jump slightly beneath him, a blush growing evident upon her cheeks.

He chuckled at her reaction, humming low in his throat as he continued to press his soft lips to her flesh, allowing them to linger long enough that there was no question of what his touch was meant to convey.

Gentleness, affection, love, desire, and a constant and heady hunger, one that all but drove him to madness each time he laid eyes upon his beloved.

Her breaths shuddered in response to his persistent touch, and she allowed their locked gazes to break as she leaned her head back upon her shoulders, fingers gripping tightly to the lip of the pool as she did her best to find her voice once more, having lost it upon the very moment his lips had pressed against her, as she always did.

"Are you saying that you wish to worship me, Prince Loki?"

She breathed out after several long seconds of silence, chest heaving slightly as she finally allowed her eyes to open once more, finding his almost immediately as he smirked against her upper thigh, his hands having moved to massage the outsides of them soothingly, keeping them poised atop his shoulders so he could control just how spread they remained for him.

He shook his head in response to her words, tutting slightly before nipping where she had expected him to present her with a kiss, causing her to gasp yet again as he chuckled and lapped gently at her soft flesh with that typically oh so sharp tongue of his.

"Oh no, dear heart."

He purred, spreading her thighs even wider in order to gain a proper view of her arousal, knowing all too well the blush that was no doubt ravaging her cheeks just outside of his view in response.

He leaned in further, ignoring the urge to lay his gaze upon her disastrously beautiful face as he pressed a gentle kiss to her bare heat, smirking to himself as he felt her begin to tremble impatiently as he did so.

He had spoiled her throughout the years, after all, never one to make her wait when she made her desire for him so plainly known. And he was truly quite proud of what a mess he had made of her once so vast patience, because what else did that show if not how wonderfully he'd treated her? How high he'd set her standards simply by virtue of ravaging her at nearly every available opportunity?

She was all but ruined for anyone else, that was for certain.

And if the prince had his way (as he so frequently did), that would never even come close to changing.

He laughed softly against her as he continued, his tongue moving up and down the outsides of her folds as he teased her relentlessly, always so eager to see her squirm at least a little before he gave her what she wanted.

He was not, after all, known for being the kindest nor the most merciful god,

And he could never quite resist the urge to remind his lover of that fact, even if just for a moment or two.

And that he did, ignoring her increasing number of quiet pleas as he pressed onward, spreading her wider before him as he separated her glistening folds to find the treasure that lied just within, which he teased without mercy until her legs shook upon his shoulders and her hands started to scramble for purchase atop the marble adorned floors of his bathing quarters.

Then, and only then, as she so plainly became a quivering mess before him, did he finally meet her gaze once more, relishing the look of her glazed over eyes, heaving chest, and slightly parted lips with a truly immense sense of pride.

The vision of her like this all for him was always so very worth the wait, and he thanked the stars that he had been blessed with enough patience to manage it (at least on occasion).

And then finally, as he saw her eyes begin to focus and felt her body relax ever so slightly beneath the coaxing of his still massaging hands, he spoke up again, answering his darling's long since abandoned question with a taunting amount of ease.

"I do not wish to worship you,"

He began, grinning wolfishly up at her as he pinched at those supple thighs once more, dragging his fingers achingly close to where she no doubt desired them without ever even considering the idea of going easy on her just yet.

No, not when he still had so much left to say.

He let a heavy silence fill the bathing quarters for a moment, broken up only by the sounds of his love's breathing and the dripping of water from behind him, always present and typically soothing in the normal circumstances of his morning bath.

Though today, he paid them no mind,

He had no need to be calmed, after all.

And then finally, just as his dearest love started to bite her lip in an effort to keep from pleading with her prince to give her more, he continued, bringing a finger up to circle her entrance as he did so, allowing him to revel in the sight of her arching her back for him, pressing ever closer in spite of the all too real threat of tumbling into the water alongside him.

She'd had very little desire to get wet that morning according to the excuse she had given him earlier on when asked through pouting lips why she would not join her lover in the bath.

Though, Loki supposed, it seemed as if he had ruined any goal she had of staying dry long ago, so perhaps she cared far less for such trivialities now.

He did not bother to ask, and instead chose to continue his now well drawn out statement from before.

"You see, my dear,"

He started, gathering some of her wetness onto his middle finger as he continued, enjoying the sounds of her whimpering beneath him far too much for his own well-being, let along hers.

"It is much more of a need, I'm afraid."

He purred softly, a false pout finding his lips even as he pushed his finger into her slick entrance, fighting back a groan as she all but sucked him in, always so ready to take whatever it was that he was willing to give her.

He chuckled as she cried out in response, her head falling back to her shoulders once more as he began to pump a single long and dexterous finger in and out of her ceaselessly, adding in a second just as she started to wiggle her hips in that silent request for more.

"What a good girl you are."

He cooed teasingly, watching while she shivered at the sound of his voice, eyes squeezed shut as she fought to stave off an embarrassingly quick orgasm in response to his ministrations.

He had only just taken her this morning, after all, so how could she ever hope to look him in the eye again if she came so quickly even just after he had taken her upon his mattress?

Still, the prince had every intention of showing her exactly how helpless she was to his every touch, and rather than letting up when seeing her obvious attempts to hold back from letting go for him, he increased the speed of his fingers instead and crooked them upward slightly until he heard her gasp and felt her thighs tighten around his head from where they still resided atop his strong shoulders.

"Oh dear,"

He murmured, feigning surprise as he watched his beloved struggle not to simply give into her pleasures.

"Close already?"

He teased, watching her expression as she whined and writhed for him, his fingers never letting up even as he stretched her further upon adding a third, the feeling of which sent her mind reeling.

He was so good at this, too good, and who was she to deny a prince of what he wanted? Could she truly hope to?

Loki evidently thought not, and remained persistent, pacing his thrusts and ensuring that he was constantly hitting just the right spots inside of her, never one to give a lackluster performance, even so very early in the morning and so soon after his last.

Speaking of which...

"Even after this morning?"

He crooned, continuing his recent thought with even more mock surprise,

"Are you truly so sensitive, my love?"

He asked curiously, just barely holding back a groan as he watched the woman he adored so achingly arch her back even further, pressing ever closer to him, body so very eager to submit, and mind evidently not too far behind.

What a darling sight she made for, laid out and bare before him.

Now all that he had to do, Loki thought with a smirk, was strip her of her pride.

And of course, the best way to do that, was to remind her of exactly who it was that she belonged to, and just how helpless she was to his touch.

"Or, perhaps, is it something else?"

He questioned, leaning down to lick teasingly at her clit as she hissed and whined pitifully in reply, thighs trembling upon his shoulders all the while.

It was a telltale sign that she was close, though he chose not to tease her for that quite yet.

"Could it be your courses?"

Loki teased, knowing all too well exactly where his lover was within her cycle in spite of his questioning,

"Or maybe a preference for my fingers?"

He continued, watching as his darling cried out for him, eyes brimming with tears of pleasure as she grew closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

He chuckled, and, after a moment of thought, decided it was high time that he ended his charade for the time being.

"Or, my dear."

He began, groaning slightly as he felt her clench around his fingers in a way that made his engorged cock envious of their position, his mind suddenly filled with thoughts of her strangling his erection with her tight heat, her body always so eager to pull him in further and keep him there, begging for both of their releases.

Still, even with such rapturous visions flooding his mind, he managed to continue speaking, determined to remind her of why it was that she could cum so very quickly even so soon after their last tryst.

"Could it simply be how weak you are to my every touch?"

He purred, his voice devastatingly low and his eyes trained on hers as he spoke,

"How desperate you are,"

He continued, thrusting his fingers harder just to hear her cry out from beneath him,

"To feel my hands upon your flesh, and to hear my voice as I fuck you with whatever I so please into oblivion. Is that what it is?"

He growled, watching with immense pride as she threw her head back one final time upon hearing his words, her walls clenching around his fingers as she came hard only minutes after he had begun, encouraging a chuckle from her lover soon afterward when he finally pulled away, bringing his hand up to his mouth to fully taste her for the first time that morning as he gazed deep into her eyes, a moan of pleasure falling eagerly off of his lips all the while.

She blushed in response to this, but did not look away, her pride still just intact enough that she refused to let him get the better of her once more.

Loki remained like that for several rather long moments, savoring the taste of her until his fingers were clean, finally prompting him to remove them from his mouth so he could speak to her once more, though his words were no less teasing then than they'd been before.

"So, my darling."

He began, smirking as he rested his hand upon her thigh again,

"Do you have any qualms with me continuing to worship my dearest love upon this fine morning?"

He purred, his eyes lighting up eagerly when she swallowed thickly, shaking her head no in response just as he tightened his grip upon her legs.

"Perfect."

Loki replied casually, a glint of mischief entering his gaze once again just as a smirk fell to his lips.

And then, with a gentle tug, his love was falling into the water alongside him, pressed not long after to the wall of the bathing pool as his aching and engorged cock rubbed against her, all too eager to finally settle the score his fingers had recently turned in their favor.

It was no matter of course, they had all morning after all.

And an eternity after that.

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[chiosblog]

Still cant believe I was in one of the brocedes birthplaces

They were so young ohmy

[burneraccountbutiactivelyuseit]

Every few years I stumble upon yet another brooding but soft on the inside and himbo yapper male duo to hyper fixate on (must not be blood related)

[worstloki]

people just ignore Thor was a feral child, huh? like his life goal was probably to demolish another race at age 12 and he was probably begging to go to war and attempted to murder their father for not letting him via telepathy that he didn't have.

[mane--attraction]

Jotun Physiology Headcanon (with respect to one Loki Laufeyson)

A/N: I FORGOT I STARTED WRITING THIS. I created the draft on October 16, 2020 :,) I think the last time I edited it before this week was like 2022.

 A bit different than what's been on this blog so far, but I've had this concept for years and figured I'd put it out there in my own way. :)

MINORS DNI

Regardless of how “bestial” they are or not (the Asgardians are not exactly reliable narrators), the Jotuns are creatures of the cold; this much is clear. Therefore, one might assume that physical activities that generate too much heat would be less than ideal, especially ones that require skin-to-skin contact, even if they want to engage in it. So, for the continuation of their species, biology might have given them a further incentive: aphrodisiac sexual fluids. Ingesting it (both male and female fluids) is the most immediate way to gain any effects, although the chemicals that create the aphrodisiac portion can also be absorbed through the various membranes during sex (male-giving), although the results aren't as pronounced as swallowing the fluids.

So. Back to Loki. :)

Similar to how he is unable to cause frostbite and other Jotun things in his Asgardian illusion, the effects are less pronounced when Loki appears Asgardian. That isn’t to say it doesn’t work, because it definitely does, but not to the same extent as when he is visually a Frost Giant; in general, the effects double (at a minimum) in his true natural state. Asgardians are not affected much: they just get essentially a buzz, a little push; they may grow warm, a little extra arousal, but nothing major. Humans, being far removed from the conditions of the rest of the Nine Realms (magic and other various things that I have no knowledge of), are far more susceptible to its effects: even a fraction of fluid is enough to start something—a heat in the loins, quickening of the heart, an increased desire...and a full “dose”? Burning need, stronger than the most turned on a person has ever been, enough to take over their thoughts entirely, if it's allowed to get that far. And such an all-consuming desire can only be fulfilled in one way: engaging in sex with the one who caused this altered state. And, even then, it's a bit of a cyclical thing, because the more fluids enter the body, the longer the effects last...but if one does not fuck, then one will be incapacitated for at least a day or few, if not more, depending on how much has been consumed. And this is just the baseline from his Asgardian default; from his Jotun form, expect to become delirious with a need that nothing on Earth could even hope to instill in a person, enough to feel like one will go mad.

Side note: There is no such thing as "a little bit of cum" for male Frost Giants. Naturally, they're typically, well, giants, so it's proportional (mostly). This means that Loki produces an...excessive amount when compared to an Asgardian or a human, regardless of which form he takes. Not typically enough to overflow as an Asgardian, it's a bit more within believability then. As a Jotun, prepare to have him leaking down your thighs. Y'know, if your mind isn't leaking out of your head from wanting him so badly. :)

Did I write this whole thing just to excuse the fact that I wanted Loki to have aphrodisiac cum to write a couple particular scenes that may or may not ever be posted? Yes, yes I did.

[dkettchen]

It's my 10 year web comic anniversary!!

10 years ago this month, after the first TTDW trailer came out, I made a silly little fan comic and sent it to the MCU facebook page (that only had like idk 100,000 or so followers at the time cause noone outside the mega geeks knew the term MCU yet) and for some godforsaken reason they actually posted it, and it got like 1000 likes, which was an unfathomably big number to teen me at the time.

A few months later I made a deviantart, where people found me because they recognised that first comic. A little later still, I made a tumblr too, which over the years rose to be my most popular account. (Thank you reblog button and tag reader, I owe you my life)

In 2017, disillusioned with the franchise, its lost purpose, the american superhero genre as a whole and the hard limits it puts on its characters' development to keep them eternally stagnant in their roles rather than let them grow, as people (let alone superhuman ones) should, I broke up with that fandom and finished my last begrudging long form fan comic two years later.

Lacking a lasting muse/self-insert, I dabbled in some other fandoms, and after one of my One Piece AUs got out of hand, and out of character, I figured I might as well make it its own thing. In 2021 I finally started my first long form original comic! @somethingaboutlemonscomic Check it out!

This time I was not beholden to anyone else's canon, let alone that of the cishet men whose fandoms I'd previously frequented. I didn't have to survive on scraps of queerbait, on lazy, generalising labels by uninformed non-queer writers trying to shoehorn their previously cishet characters into being something more than that rather than actually represent us, on broken promises of canonisation left on the cutting room floor as if it was something trivial, on character design that didn't reflect the reality I saw in my community.

I didn't need to limit my characters to the ignorance and status quo of others anymore. I could actually represent the glorious mess that is my community in all its diversity and complexity and humour and beauty and limit breaking potential for change.

And so I did.

And I am barely getting started.

[chrisbitchtree]

There Are No Words Left To Speak

“Mobius loves to lavish words of loving praise on Loki, but sometimes the god has a hard time hearing it, so Mobius has to show him.”

2.7k - E

My first foray into writing Lokius fic!

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Before meeting Loki for the first time, Mobius wouldn’t have considered himself a leg man. He wouldn’t have considered himself an anything man, really. Of course, he wasn’t immune to beautiful people, could appreciate shapely breasts, nice, wide shoulders, or a perky ass, but he knew he was a leg man the second his eyes tracked their way up Loki’s body, dragging up, up, up his mile long legs, the first time the god was presented to him. Even with Loki donning his dull, tan jumpsuit, Mobius knew there was something worth worshiping underneath. He’d seen every milky, delicious inch of him on video but seeing him stand before Mobius somehow made it all different.

He could barely form words, so overcome as he was with thoughts of getting his hands on them. The god had quirked a brow at Mobius’ wide eyes, and the files he had to hold in front of himself to disguise his interest, but he thankfully hadn’t said a word. He knew he should be especially grateful for that small favour as he and Loki got to know each other better and Mobius was reminded time and time again how often Loki wouldn’t shut his big mouth.

For months, Mobius had to try to disguise what Loki was doing to him. It wasn’t just Loki’s legs, it was his elegant hands, long, thin fingers that looked like they were made for playing piano, not fighting in battle, it was his shining ebony curls that Mobius would give anything to run his hands through. It was his handsome face, it was the clear, shining laughter that only rang out for Mobius, and it was the private smiles only for Mobius’s eyes. But it was his legs above all else that kept Mobius awake at night.

When Loki would sit, long legs crossed as he sat across from Mobius in the TVA’s cafeteria, pants riding up a couple inches to reveal his delicate ankle bones encased in dress socks, Mobius would pass off his quiet moans as an intense interest in the pie he was eating, which face, it wasn’t too hard, considering how good the key lime pie was.

When Loki would plop down on one of the low chairs at Mobius’ cubicle, his knees rising almost all the way to his chest, Mobius would pretend that his deep groans and flushed cheeks were just frustration at a lack of leads in their latest case, not because all he wanted to do was rip Loki’s stupid brown dress pants off and have his way with him right there on his desk, mountains of paperwork and nearby coworkers be damned.

It was unfair, really, what those pants did for Loki. On himself, Mobius didn’t think the pants were too flattering. They were loose in all the wrong places, and tight in even worse ones, accentuating the pooch of his belly and his thick thighs, but on Loki, the same pants hugged all his curves, perfectly, and caused Mobius to walk behind him, to sneak in more glances of his ass. Who cared if Loki kept teasing him for being so slow when he got that kind of view?

Even as Mobius tried to run away from his feelings for Loki, they became close, Loki’s icy, distrusting surface melting to reveal the warmth underneath. Before long, he and Mobius were telling each other everything, as thick as thieves, and Mobius couldn’t remember a time he’d ever felt this close to anyone.

Then, one late night, through some kind of miracle, after a particularly grueling day on the job, there had only been one piece of pie left in the cafeteria. Loki said that Mobius could have it, at the exact same time as Mobius said they could share, so Loki pulled a chair up next to Mobius’, and they’d sat side by side, legs pressed against each other, as they handed the fork back and forth.

When they were finished, only crumbs remaining, Loki had turned to Mobius, laughing softly as he pointed out a bit of whipped cream on his moustache. Mobius had tried to get it himself, but when he failed, Loki had reached over and swiped it off with his thumb. Instead of wiping the digit off on a napkin, he’d sucked the sweet cream into his mouth, keeping eye contact with Mobius the whole time.

It was like a dam broke in that moment, and suddenly, Mobius was pulling Loki to him, pressing their lips together as he gripped a handful of Loki’s shirt. Loki made an adorable squeak of surprise but didn’t pull away, and after a minute, he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into Mobius’s mouth at the same time as he slipped his hands into the back of Mobius’s short, greying hair. After what could have been ten minutes or two hours, they came back to themselves, regaining awareness of their surroundings.

They sprang to their feet, Mobius taking a minute to tuck in their chairs while Loki stood in the entryway to the room, eyeing him impatiently, tapping his dress shoed foot on the floor, the sound echoing in the silence of the empty room.

They quickly made their way up to Mobius’s apartment, where they’d had the most bone melting, earth shattering sex of Mobius’s life. He’d woken up the next morning a changed man, taking the few minutes he had before he had to wake Loki up for work to take the sight of him in, from his long, dark eyelashes fanned out on his pale cheeks, his pretty pink lips pursed in a little pout, as if even his unconscious mind knew he’d soon have to wake and face the cruel world of the TVA, to his chest, littered with marks from Mobius’s teeth, to those legs.

One had found it’s way out from under the blankets and sheets, and it seemed to go on and on. Mobius longed to have it thrown over his shoulder as he brought Loki to the height of pleasure again, but there was no time. Unless they wanted to show up looking like disheveled messes, they had to at least quickly shower before breakfast.

***

It’s now been six months of bliss, of going to sleep with Loki cradled in his arms, waking up to the other man starfished over three quarters of the bed, leaving Mobius to chuckle quietly to himself as he tried to fall off the little bit of bed that’s been left for him. Endless movie nights and dessert dates, working side by side day in and day out, celebrating wins and mourning losses together, bickering over who finished the orange juice, or whose turn it is to do the laundry. It’s more than Mobius could have ever imagined, and after all this time, he’s still in shock that this amazing life with this wonderful, sweet, sassy, snarky, caring and loving man is his.

Mobius loves to use words to show Loki how much he loves him. He likes praising Loki’s beauty and grace, his brains, his increasingly kind and empathetic nature, his sharp wit and surprisingly tender heart. Some days, Loki will take the words gladly, standing proud and tall as Mobius heaps verbal affections onto him.

Other days though, Mobius can tell that words won’t work. Loki won’t accept that he’s good and loving, that he was born for more than causing pain, destruction, and death. Mobius still regretted ever telling Loki that, but he can’t take it back, he can only try to move on from it, and reinforce his feelings in other ways.

Like today for example. Mobius could tell early that it was one of those days. Loki’s been uncharacteristically quiet, muttering something about horrid, deathly pale sticks when Mobius had run a reverent hand over Loki’s leg as he’d dressed after his shower, and he’d barely cracked a smile when Mobius had told him what a good job he’d done holding back his anger when the variant they’d detained refused to submit to their questioning.

Now, they’re back at their apartment, dinner eaten, and dishes washed, dried, and put away, and Mobius takes Loki’s hand, leading him to the bedroom. I love you, he says with every kiss bestowed upon Loki’s lips, his hand cupping the back of Loki’s head, his fingers tangled in his raven curls. You have me, and you’ll always have me, he says with each nip and suck to Loki’s neck, each mark a reminder of Mobius’s deep affections. You’re glorious, he says by way of his lips trailing down every inch of exposed flesh as Mobius loosens Loki’s tie and unbuttons his shirt and discards both on the floor. His pants follow lighting fast, pooling at his ankles as Mobius works to strip himself next.

Once they’re both clad only in their underwear, Loki in sinfully tight black briefs, and Mobius in ridiculous cherry pie patterned boxers that Loki got him for Christmas, he guides Loki to the bed, getting him settled with his back against the headboard, and then Mobius climbs between Loki’s legs, ready to show him how special he truly is. Every moment spent away from these treasures feels like starvation, and Mobius is about to feast.

He starts with just his hands, running his calloused palms over the creamy expanse before him, starting at Loki’s perfect, delicate ankles. He takes his time running his hands over ever single birthmark and mole, the little freckle that he knows is on the back of Loki’s right knee. The area around it is ticklish, and Mobius always delights in the little gasps that escape Loki’s mouth when he tongues over the spot.

Somehow, despite how lithe he is, Loki’s thighs are still soft and plush under Mobius’s fingers as he kneads them. He loves seeing his hands against Loki’s skin, golden tan against milky white. It’s a study in contrasts, and it sends a shiver through Mobius every time. He motions for Loki to lift his hips so Mobius can divest him of his underwear, so he does, and Mobius slowly peels his briefs off, going a little breathless as he always does when he’s faced with Loki’s beautiful cock.

The length of it is as pale as the rest of him, but the head is flushed a gorgeous dusky pink, and he’s already half hard, just from Mobius’s hands. It never ceases to amaze the older man; just how sensitive Loki’s body is. They’ve tested it in the past, Loki coming untouched, just from Mobius sucking deep purple marks onto his neck.

His cock may make his interest apparent, but Loki’s face still bore a frown, and there was a little crease between his eyebrows, so Mobius slides back down to the foot of the bed and forges the same path upwards a second time, this time with his teeth and tongue. He leaves Loki’s legs littered with signs of his love; little crescent moons left as reminders of how special Loki is to Mobius.

When he gets to that spot on the back of Loki’s knee, he licks over it repeatedly until the younger man can’t hide the small grin trying to take over his face. His mouth still settles back into a frown after, but at least it’s something.

Finally, after making the miles long trek from his toes, Mobius is back up at Loki’s inner thighs, his favourite place to be. The skin is especially soft here, so smooth under Mobius’s lips, just waiting to be roughed up. He starts by sucking a line of bruises up each thigh, careful to make sure that they’ll last a few days. He follows the trails with his lips, ensuring to rub his moustache roughly over them. There’s nothing that Loki loves than beard burn, the sting reminding him of who he belongs to when they have to be apart.

When he’s done, he sits back and admires his handiwork for a minute. And lord, doesn’t the younger man paint a pretty picture, his cock now fully hard and leaking against his belly as he impatiently whines and presses his fingers into the fresh bruises.

Mobius takes mercy on him, not wasting any time before he settles back between Loki’s thighs, encouraging him to sling his legs over Mobius’s shoulders as he takes the head of Loki’s cock into his mouth, suckling gently. Loki whines, already wanting more, and Mobius give it to him instantly, swallowing him down to the root, his nose buried in the hair at the base of his cock.

He moans at how full he feels, so full of this man he loves so much, and Loki gasps at the feeling, burying a hand in the back of Mobius’s hair, not pushing him down, but gently guiding him. Together, they find a rhythm, and Mobius bobs his head, met by Loki’s hips thrusting upwards. He can tell that Loki’s trying to hold back, but he doesn’t want him to, so he pops off and tells him as much. He wants everything Loki has to give him and more.

It doesn’t take long after that for Loki to come down his throat. Loki tries to warn him, tugging on his hair, but Mobius wants every drop that Loki has to give him, so he sucks him down as far as he can so that he doesn’t miss a drop.

Loki lets a hand fall over his eyes, panting, even as his hips are still bucking into the tight heat as Mobius works him through it. Eventually, once Loki’s stopped moving, Mobius pulls off and gathers Loki into his arms. His own cock is still rock hard, sitting neglected in his briefs, but he knows he’ll get his turn eventually. Right now is about showing Loki how cared for he is.

He holds the younger man in his arms, pressing soft kisses to his hair and rocking him gently. They stay like that for a while, but eventually, Loki turns in Mobius’s arms, regarding him with soft eyes.

“Thank you,” Loki says, breaking the silence, before pressing a kiss to Mobius’s check. It’s sweet, and downright chaste compared to what they’ve just gotten up to, but Mobius loves it, just as he loves everything else to do with the god.

He tries to wiggle out of Mobius’s grasp and tells the older man it’s his turn, but Mobius has a better idea.

“Can I come on your thighs, pussycat?” Mobius can feel himself getting impossibly harder at just the thought of it.

“Please do,” Loki replies with a smirk, folding his arms behind his head and settling in for the show. It feels good to see the younger man back to his usual playful self.

Mobius peels off his already soaking wet boxers and gets onto his knees, positioning himself between Loki’s lovely thighs. He grips himself tight with one hand, bucking hard into the channel of his fist, and he runs the other hand up his own chest, pinching sharply at his right nipple before moving over to the left to give it the same treatment. His pecs are one of the most sensitive parts of Mobius’s body, and if Loki were helping him out tonight, he’d be cupping them in a tight grip, and nibbling at them, leaving marks of his own.

He gasps at the dual sensations of pleasure and pain, focusing on how good he feels right now between Loki’s long legs. It isn’t long after that he’s coming, painting Loki’s thighs with his spend, and as he bucks into his fist, riding the aftershocks, Loki reaches down, smearing his cum all over, making even more of a mess of himself, and Mobius could almost come again the sight before his eyes.

He collapses into Loki’s arms and the younger man strokes his back as Mobius’s breathing levels out and he comes down from his high.

“I know I already said it, but thank you, Mobius. Truly, thank you.” Loki whispers.

Mobius smiles into the younger man’s chest. “Of course, kitten. I think you deserve a thank you too, though.”

Loki huffs out a laugh. “Whatever for?”

“For being you, Loki. Just for being you.”

[clandestineloki]

OH MY GOD i just thought of the cutest thing eVER imagine loki with an adorable shy cinnamon roll subby reader who gets hiccups!!?!?! when she gets into subspace?!?!?! and she's all "*hic* sorry it's probably so annoying *hic* can i have a glass of *hic* water? *hic* or scare me!!" BUT LOKI DOES NOT DO ANYTHING TO STOP IT BECAUSE HE SWEARS PRETTY LIL SUB CAN'T GET ANY CUTER

[narrators-journal]

HIHIHIHIHI:3 I saw ur request box open can u pls write Loki helps goro breed (f)Reader ?

My brain has been absolutely NOTHING but Ryomina. Be it Smut or general thoughts, it’s alllll just Ryomina EXCLUSIVELY. Sooooooo, I. Struggled. Akechi never struck me as someone who would hook up with anyone outside of mayyyybe joker, and even then I don’t entirely see their chemistry. Loki? Yeah, I could see him being a horny bitch, but not so much his user lololol. So cooking up a scenario that fit the prompt was a bit tricky.

So! I just went HAM. I just leaned into some fun experimentation on how to portray some smut. So! It’s short, a lot is left up to imagination, it’s a little vague, but I hope it’s still enjoyable and fun in some way.

CW: implied non-con, teratophilia, and pregnancy! Be warned! There’s also pretty blatantly stated blackmail. Please be very mindful as you read below the cut.

The human body is almost known for its durability. A tumble down a cliffside, gunshots, stabbings, freezings, all had a chance of survival. So, it wasn’t a surprise that the human body was capable of being stretched and filled to an insane amount, right? Your belly may bulge, and your skin may be littered with varied cuts and bite marks, but you could survive. You didsurvive.

Your skin was decorated in scars that varied in their severity, and the strength of your reputation as a star was hung over your head like some fucked up version of mistletoe, but you were alive to tell the tale. If...it wasn’t a story that would’ve gotten you thrown into the grippy sock hotel.

But, regardless of whether or not you’d be believed, you were alive. You’d survived being stuffed to the brim with an inhuman cock, and you’d lived when the nightmare Zebra, bull thing that loomed over you had filled your belly with enough molten desire that your skin had felt ready to split apart. Of course, you couldn’t mention what had happened with that demon, but you...could move on from it. You could...do what Akechi demanded and hopefully get him to erase the video he’d taken. Then, you can finally completely forget what had happened.

The way that demon’s cock had slowly drug against every inch of you, the feeling of his claws when they bit into the skin of your sides and back, the...way something seemed to lingerin your body, even after the demon had filled you until boiling...fluid, had begun to drip out of you. You could leave it all behind, get rid of it in some way. Right?

All you could do was hope. Hope, and survive the rancid predicament once again.

[dead-eyes-roll]

funny how my loki obsession is coming back EXACTLY on the 1-year anniversary of season two….

the universe gets me.

[airyairyaucontraire]

can I just say I suppose it's intentional because everything in the TVA is artificial but what they're passing off as a slice of key lime pie looks abominable

gelatinous

[chrisbitchtree]

Everyone Say Thank You to Daddy Wade!

When Mobius's admittedly pathetic attempts at flirting fail, he resorts to letting Wade trick Loki into making a move!

Lokius - NSFW - 4.5k

***

With one last glance at Loki, Mobius turned the corner onto Wade’s street, picking up his pace, eager to escape the late November cold. It looked like it’d been raining, but it seemed to have stopped, leaving only a bunch of puddles and grey clouds behind. Mobius was thankful, since he couldn’t find his umbrella before leaving, and Loki had started to complain that Mobius was taking too long and was going to make him late to meet up with Thor.

That was one of Mobius’s favourite things about the new chapter of the TVA. The fact that with the newfound freedom to use his magic (by his own decree, his first, as co-director of the TVA with Mobius), he’d been able to use it to locate and reconcile with his brother. It had taken time, a whole lot of it, but now Loki and Thor were closer than they’d ever been before. Just thinking about it brought a smile to Mobius’s face.

Now that the two were thicker than thieves, they were spending a lot of time together, both alone, and frequently with Mobius and Thor’s boyfriend recently turned fiancé, Bruce. Loki had been shocked when Thor had announced that he was dating The Hulk of all people, telling Mobius privately that he couldn’t understand what the two saw in each other, but Mobius thought their relationship was sweet. They really seemed to balance each other out. Just like Mobius and Loki.

Not that Mobius and Loki were a couple, much to Mobius’s dismay. He wanted the man with every fibre of his being, wanted to kiss him and hold him, fuck him, court him, marry him. Not even his desire to own a jet ski outweighed how much he wanted Loki.

He’d tried his best to make his feelings known to the god, but he was a terrible flirt, so usually his come-ons either went unnoticed, or were brushed off as a joke. Mobius sighed, shoving his hands deeper in his pockets and walking the last couple blocks to Wade’s apartment.

Mobius has never actually intended to befriend Wade Wilson, and on paper, they were a bad match. Wade was rude and gross, his home and his life a mess, and the way he flirted with anything on two legs, and honestly, more than once that Mobius had seen, things on four legs, but somehow their friendship worked. They’d met at a party at Thor and Bruce’s, and had gotten to talking, finding common ground in their love of power ballads, video games, and surprisingly enough, tea, and had been meeting up to hang out when they could find the time since.

So, when Loki had told Mobius he was heading to New York to go suit shopping for Thor’s wedding, where Loki would serve as best man, Mobius had decided to tag along and go visit Wade, who’d told Mobius he had a new rooibos tea he wanted him to try.

He rang the buzzer for Wade’s apartment in his new building, and after a minute, the speaker crackled to life.

“What the hell do you want? If you’re selling something, we don’t want it. Unless it’s girl scout cookies, and only if it’s thin mints.”

Mobius smiled at the sound of Blind Al’s voice. “Hi, Al. It’s Mobius. Can I come in? Wade’s expecting me.”

She didn’t reply, but she did buzz him in, so that was something.

As he waited for the elevator, a flyer tacked to the bulletin board next to it caught eye. It advertised the knitting circle that Wade had talked about starting and had apparently finally gotten around to. It was supposed to be for residents only, but he’d invited Mobius, telling him he should bring Loki along. The flyer stated that the first meeting was in two weeks. He opened his phone and as he rode the elevator, he entered the details in his calendar, wondering what it would take to actually get Loki to come with him.

The elevator opened on the 10th floor and Mobius stepped out, knocking on the first door on the right.

“I’m finishing up on the shitter, but it’s open!” shouted Wade, much to the dismay of both Mobius and the woman fumbling with her keys and a bag of groceries three doors down. She gave him a startled look that he pretended not to see, quickly stepping through the door and shutting it behind him.

“There’s my favourite silver fox!” Wade grinned, stepping out of the bathroom and grabbing Mobius’s shoulder’s giving him a big, smacking kiss on the cheek as Mobius slid his coat off his shoulders.

“Wade,” Mobius replied, ducking his head. Feeling a blush beginning to creep its way onto his face, Mobius busied himself with grabbing a hanger from the hall closet and hanging up his coat and scarf. Before he’d made friends with Wade, no one had ever really flirted with Mobius, and all this positive attention still made him slightly uneasy.

Wade would wink, or pinch Mobius’s ass, he’d tell him how hot his moustache, or greying hair, or belly were, but he also knew that Wade was like that with everyone, so even if it did make him blush, he was fine with it, because he knew it was probably just a reflex for the other man at this point. See human, spew flirty comments.

“Make yourself at home, Moby. Preferably in my bed. I’m just putting the water on for the tea. I’ll be back in a minute.” Wade called, as he walked down the short hallway to the kitchen.

Mobius ignored the comment about Wade’s bed and settled into the couch, next to Blind Al, who had a book balanced in her lap as she ran the fingers of one hand over the braille and held a bottle of beer with the other.

They sat in silence as her fingers glided over the bumps so fast that Mobius wasn’t sure how she could even be absorbing the words, until Wade’s shouting broke through.

“Do you want a cup of tea, Al?”

“Do you think this one would taste good with PBR?”

There was a beat of silence, and Al returned to her reading before Wade replied. “I’m not sure. No, time like the present to find out though!”

With that, he re-entered the living room with a tray containing a teapot, three mugs with spoons, cream and sugar, and a platter of assorted cookies, biscuits, and jams. For a guy who Mobius had once seen with his own eyes eat, according to Wade himself, three-day old pizza from a box on his living room floor, he sure put together a nice tea party spread.

Wade set the tray down on the coffee table before turning on his Switch and grabbing the controllers. He walked back over to the couch, wedging himself into the frankly too small space between Mobius and Al, and started to pour the tea into the trio of cups. He slid the can of PBR out of Al’s hand and poured the remainder into her mug along with the tea before handing it back to her and grabbing a biscuit that he proceeded to slather in jam.

“This is awful, Wade,” Al said, a look of disgust on her face, but it didn’t stop her from taking another sip.

Mobius tried a sip of his. He personally thought it was delicious, but he also hadn’t cut his with cheap beer. Grabbing a chocolate dipped cookie, he settled back into the cushions as Wade started up Animal Crossing.

When Loki had once asked what kind of video games he and Wade played together, he mentioned GTA and Call of Duty, but the truth was that while yes, they had played both of those, they spent most of their time together working on Wade’s Animal Crossing island, taking turns planting flowers, redesigning his home, fishing, and trying to get rid of his most hated villagers. It was their (and Al’s) little secret.

They spent the better part of an hour and a half sipping their tea, picking at the cookies, and selling crops at Nook’s Cranny, and were headed to the Able Sisters’ so Mobius could give Wade his opinion on some items that were new to the shop, when Wade brought up his favourite topic of conversation, Mobius and Loki’s relationship, or lack thereof.

“You know that pathetic little meow meow has the hots for you, Moby.”

Now, Mobius knew he could play ignorant, pretend he had no clue what Wade was talking about, but that would only buy him an extra minute or two, so he took the bait.

“Shut up, Wade. We’ve been through this. He’s not into me.”

Wade laughed. “Then why the fuck does everything about him scream otherwise?”

Mobius tried to protest again, but Wade cut him off. “We’ve been through this a million times, so I’ll just cut to the chase this time. The way he clings to you like he’s scared that you’ll disappear. The way that as far as he’s concerned, everyone else ceases to exist the second you walk into a room. That weird, overly large smile that he only whips out for you. The “fuck me” eyes he’s always giving you. The fact that he never laughs at my jokes, but when you say something mildly funny, he acts like it’s the most hilarious thing he’s ever heard. Any of that ring a bell?”

Mobius shook his head. “Have you ever considered that he doesn’t laugh at your jokes because they’re not funny, Wade?” That wasn’t true, and Wade knew it, but he still needed to take the other man down a peg sometimes.

 Wade clutched at his chest, over his heart. “Oh, how you wound me, Moby. And yet, daddy Wade is still willing to help you get yo man.”

“I’ve told you before. I’m not calling you daddy Wade.”

“Fine then, what about daddy Deadpool?”

“Still no.”

“Can I call daddy Moby?”

Mobius sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to shoo away the headache currently brewing behind his eyes. He had no clue why he kept this friendship with Wade up. No, that wasn’t true. He did know. It was the massive collection of teas, and the fact that under his incredibly weird exterior, he actually had a heart of gold and would do anything to help his friends.

“Is daddy Moby staying for dinner? I hope so because I already took out porkchops to defrost.”

Mobius shook his head. “Sorry, but I can’t. Loki wants to make me some kind of pasta dish for dinner.”

“And you say that man doesn’t love you. Cooking for someone is the surest sign of true love!”

“Wade,” Al said, setting down her book. “Don’t forget your matchmaking plan. We worked hard on this. It can’t go to waste.”

Oh, great, apparently Wade was discussing his pathetic, non-existent love life even when Mobius wasn’t around.

“Right!” Wade replied, throwing an arm over Mobius’s shoulder. “So, hottie long legs is the jealous type, right?”

Mobius couldn’t deny that. Loki had a jealous streak three thousand miles long. “Yes? Where is this going?”

“Well, what Al and I were thinking was we just have to get your pal Loki to catch me flirting with you. He won’t be able to resist staking his claim like a cat pissing to mark its territory. Mobius had his doubts, but really, what could it hurt to try?

“Sure,” he said, hesitantly.

They were just finishing up at the Able Sisters’ when Mobius’s phone started to ring. Loki. He accepted the call, and barely had a chance to say hello before Wade was yanking the phone out of his hand.

“Hello, Mr. Laufeyson, Al and I are holding Moby hostage. If you want him back, you’ll have to come get him.”

Mobius could hear shouting from the other end of the line but couldn’t make out Loki’s words.

“Perfect,” Wade replied once there was silence. “Now we wait.”

***

Loki dug his nails into the palms of his hands, stopping just short of having a full on freakout on a street corner in Queens, as he waited for the light to change so he could cross. Before splitting up, the two had decided that they would meet at Thor and Bruce’s since they’d arrived much closer to Mobius’s destination. It had only seemed fair.

But now, Wade Wilson was insisting that Loki fetch Mobius at his apartment, and it’s not like Loki had much choice in the matter, since Mobius had the Tempad. He huffed and grumbled under his breath as he walked to the entrance of Wade’s building. He called Mobius again, and Wade picked up this time.

“Hello,” Loki greeted the other man curtly. “May you please release Mobius so we can return home?”

“Sorry, no can do, Amigo,” Wade replied. “You want him, you’re gonna have to come get him. I’ll buzz you up.”

Resisting the urge to stamp his foot like a child, Loki threw the door open as the buzzer sounded, almost pulling it off it’s hinges, and not caring one single bit.

He tapped his foot in the elevator, ignoring the glances from the woman and her two children who were occupying the space with him. Finally, after what seemed like eons, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. He rapped loudly on Wade’s door, and soon heard a reply from within.”

“Come in! It’s open!”

Loki pushed through the door, taking in the small space before him. He’d only been once before, and it didn’t look any less like a bomb had gone off in the room than the last time. He’d once asked Mobius what he saw in the other man, and he’d shrugged, telling Loki he was kind and funny, and had good taste in tea. Loki was hilarious, and could be kind if he wanted to, and he personally thought that most tea tasted like leaf juice, but he could get used to it if it meant keeping Mobius to himself.

He zoned back in, his eyes landing first on Wade’s creepy roommate the ridiculously, if aptly named “Blind Al”, and then beyond her, Wade, with Mobius on his other side. There was a loveseat to the right. Why wasn’t one of them sitting on that. And wait, was that Wade’s arm around Mobius’s shoulder? And his other hand on Mobius’s thigh? What on earth was happening here? Why was that human pile of trash flirting with Mobius?

Loki couldn’t have that. Mobius was his. But he wasn’t, not really. Because Loki had been too much of a fool, too wrapped up in his own feelings about not being good enough for Mobius to stake his claim. What if it was too late?

No one seemed to be paying any mind to Loki, Al running her fingers over the pages of a large book, and Wade speaking to Mobius in low tones, whispering in his ear. Loki cleared his throat, and Mobius and Wade turned their heads slowly towards him, as if they’d just realized that he was there.

“Oh hey, baby cakes, come in, make yourself at home. There’s room for a fourth here on the couch, if you want to join us?” There was most certainly not enough room, and Loki was about to say as much when something inside him snapped. He could not lose his precious Mobius to Wade Wilson, of all people.

He stalked over to the couch and yanked Wade’s hand off Mobius’s thigh, his arm from around his shoulder. He then took Mobius’s hand and pulled him free of the saggy cushions.

Mobius moved towards the front door of the apartment, but Loki redirected him, guiding him, with a hand on his back, down the short hallway. One of these doors had to have a bedroom behind it. After two false starts with a linen closet and a bathroom, Loki finally found a bed behind the third door, and shoved Mobius into the room, losing the door behind them.

Turning, he walked towards Mobius, until there was only an inch between their faces. Mobius stared at him as Loki slid one hand into the back of his silver hair, and settled the other onto his hip, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was short and chaste, just their lips briefly pressed together, but it was the best first kiss that Loki had ever had.

Pulling back, Mobius looked at Loki with wide eyes. “What the hell are you doing?”

Loki bridged the gap again, and his face just a quarter inch away from Mobius’s, he whispered “What I should have done a hell of a long time ago.” And with that, he pulled Mobius in for another kiss. Where the last kiss had been brief, just a peck, this kiss was anything but. It took them a moment to get it right, their noses bumping as they met head-on, but then Mobius tilted his head just a little, and everything slotted into place.

Mobius fisted his hands in the front of Loki’s shirt, pulling him impossibly closer as Loki sucked on Mobius’s bottom lip and tugged on his hair. Mobius moaned softly, licking at the seam of Loki’s mouth, seeking entrance that Loki willingly gave. They stayed like that, pressed tight together, for an indeterminate amount of time, before they finally had to come up for air.

In the end, they never even made it to the bed. They panted into the small space between their mouths, and Loki turned them, so Mobius’s back was up against the door. Loki was glad the other man was wearing a button down as he made quick work of the first few buttons, just enough to gain access to the juncture between Mobius’s neck and shoulder. He sucked and bit and nipped and licked all over every inch of skin that he had access to, leaving quickly purpling marks in his wake. Good. He wanted Mobius to think of this every time he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the next few days.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Loki continued open the buttons of Mobius’s shirt, stopping first to suck on his nipples, one by one, deeply pleased with the increasingly loud whines that Mobius was emitting. At some point, he’d weaved his hands into Loki’s curls, and Loki could feel his already half hard cock jump in his slacks when Mobius tugged sharply.

He continued to work on Mobius’s pecs, rolling and pinching his nipples between his fingers as he bent down and sunk his teeth into the soft meat of Mobius’s belly, brain practically melting out of his ears as it quivered under his touch. It was something Loki had wanting since he’d met the man, and it felt like heaven on earth to nuzzle his face against the hair there.

His lips followed the trail of hair to the top of Mobius’s jeans, and he slid down to his knees, and he tilted his head up, meeting Mobius’s molten gaze and giving him a questing look as he slipped his fingers just below the waistline. He stood back up and pressed his lips hot to Mobius’s neck. “Can I? Can I please make you feel good, Mobius?”

He took the answering groan as an affirmative and made quick work of the button and fly on Mobius’s pants, not even bothering to pull them down, instead plunging his hand inside. There as barely enough room, but Loki made it work, circling Mobious’s cock with his fist. He thumbed at the head, already wet with precum, using the slick to ease the way.

Mobius moaned, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily, as if he was overwhelmed by the pleasure, as Loki stroked him fast and hard.

“Is that good?” he asked, continuing his ministrations.

Mobius, who by now had worked open most of the buttons on Loki’s shirt and was sucking marks of his own into Loki’s collarbone, pulled off, panting. “Yes, fuck Loki, it’s so fucking good. You’re so fucking good. I can’t believe this is happening.”

Loki chuckled softly, stroking faster. “You’d better believe it, because it is.” He could feel everything he’d wanted to tell Mobius the whole time they’d known each other about to spill out. He knew the middle of a hand job wasn’t exactly the best time for heartfelt conversation, but he couldn’t hold back. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Mobius. You’re so beautiful. So kind and smart and patient, so sweet to me, believing in me when no one else did.” Mobius was bucking into his fist, his breath becoming shallower, and Loki knew he should focus his attention on making the man come, but he couldn’t stop now. “I love you, Mobius.”

With that, Mobius was groaning loudly, his head banging on the bedroom door as he came, spilling hot into Loki’s fist. He kept his head tilted back, eyelashes fluttering as he caught his breath, coming down from his high. Maybe, if Loki was lucky, Mobius’s orgasm was so good that he hadn’t even paid attention to what Loki was babbling on about.

“Do think they heard us?” Mobius asked, sounding abashed.

“Who cares,” Loki replied. “Those perverts are probably out there getting off to this.”

Mobius laughed but didn’t disagree. He pulled Loki to him, wrapping his arms around his back and nibbling on his ear lobe. “I love you too, pussycat, for the record. I think a part of me always has.”

Pussycat. Oh gods, Loki was weak for this man. It was a good thing that Mobius was holding Loki to him, because Loki suddenly felt as if his legs were about to give out under him.

“Can I return the favour?” Mobius asked as his hands roamed over Loki’s exposed chest, his eyes reverent.

Loki nodded, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. He expected Mobius to slip his hand into his pants, but instead, he slipped down onto his knees, mouthing at Loki’s cloth covered cock, his breath hot against the fabric.

“Oh Mobius,” Loki breathed, his voice coming out like a whine. “You don’t have to.”

Mobius chuckled. “I’m well aware that I don’t have to, Loki. Have you ever considered that I want to? More than anything?”

Well then. Loki certainly wasn’t going to stop him if it was what he truly wanted. “Be my guest.”

With that, Mobius was quickly divested Loki of his pants briefs and mouthed at the flushed head of his cock. He ran his tongue along the dripping slit, and Loki gasped, sinking his hands into Mobius’s hair, and tugging hard. Mobius groaned at that, taking more of Loki into his mouth as his hands roamed up the back of Loki’s thighs before settling on his ass, which he squeezed, kneading the cheeks in the palm of his hands.

Loki loosened his grip on Mobius’s hair and used his hand to gently guide the man’s head as he took Loki all the way in, until his nose was nestled in the hair at the base of his cock. He bobbed his head a few times, and Loki could feel the coil of heat in his stomach tightening. He could tell this was going to be over embarrassingly fast, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when it felt so fucking good.

Loki tugged on Mobius’s hair in warning, but the other man only took him all the way back in, hollowing out his cheeks like he was trying to suck Loki’s soul out through his cock. He came close, Loki seeing white, going breathless as he came with a loud cry own Mobius’s throat.

In a moment, Mobius was back on his feet, and Loki pulled him into a kiss, licking into his mouth, not caring that he could taste himself on Mobius’s tongue. They stood there, trading lazy kisses, until Mobius finally pulled away.

“I think we should maybe go now, kitten. We’ve been locked in here long enough, and I’d like to get the walk of shame over and done with.”

Reluctantly, Loki agreed, and they got dressed, doing their best to smooth out the wrinkles in their clothes and flatten their hair.

They slipped out the bedroom door quietly, hoping that maybe they could leave the apartment undetected, but no such luck. Wade, who was laying on the couch, reading a magazine, let out a loud wolf whistle. “Hey cuties, glad to see you finally got into each other’s pants. I really fooled you there, didn’t I, Loki? I should receive an Oscar for my acting. Then I’ll be one letter closer to an EGOT. Or at least I’ll have one letter towards an EGOT. Actually, no letters, because I wasn’t acting. You’re hot hot hot, Mobius. It’s not hard to flirt with you at all! Do you two want to give daddy Wade a kiss as a thank you?”

Loki rolled his eyes, taking Mobius’s hand in his own. He had no clue what the man was on about, but he certainly didn’t want to kiss him, that he was sure of. “Thank you, Wade, but no thank you. I believe we’ll only be kissing each other from here on out.”

“Fine,” Wade replied, sticking his tongue out like a child. “I don’t want you anyway. I’ve moved on to daddy Wolvie.” At that, Wolverine appeared, inexplicably wearing a frilly pink apron over his clothes.

Loki’s cheeks burned with shame. It was one thing for Wade and Al to hear them, but quite another for Wolverine to hear. He was a real, distinguished man.

“Hi Mobius, Loki.” He greeted them. “Had fun, I hear?” He winked, and Loki had to turn, no longer able to look him in the eye.

“Uh, I didn’t realize you were having other guests, Wade.” Mobius said, reaching into the hall closet for his coat.

“Well,” Wade replied, not taking his eyes off his magazine, which Loki could now see was pornographic in nature. “When you ditched me for dinner, I had to make other plans. Couldn’t let those pork chops go to waste! How about you take a quick break from making my dinner and come give daddy Wade a kiss, Wolvie?”

“Never going to happen, Wade.”

“But it could!”

“But it won’t! Also, stop trying to make “daddy Wade” happen. It’s not going to happen.”

“If I stop, will you give me a little sugar, sugar?”

Wolverine rolled his eyes. “Maybe. If you’re a good boy for daddy Wolvie.”

Loki and Mobius took that as their cue to leave, and hand in hand, they slipped out the door, ready to head back home, far, far away from here.