#loki x little!reader

[beah388love]

You get Lost…

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Pairing: Daddy!Loki x Little!Reader

Summary: you get lost…

Warnings: crying,lost,swearing,bad language,dark room,age regression!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You was walking around the palace until you saw an entrance way you had never noticed before..

You walked through curiously and automatically got lost as you looked back and there was four other entrances.

You panicked and walked in a random direction hoping for the best.

You saw a door that looked familiar and pulled it open walking in, but when you saw it was an empty dark room you panicked and tried to leave but the door locked.

You panicked and began pulling down in the door repeatedly as you cried.

“No! Daddy?!” You screamed through a sob when you looked back at the pitch dark room.

You cornered yourself in the corner of the door and sobbed.

Trying to keep your eyes focused on the dark abyss but your tears kept blurring your vision.

“Daddy…” you choked through cries and held your heart when you began panting. You felt like you was about to have a panic attack.

You absolutely hated the dark it was one of your biggest fears.

You always slept with a nightlight or Loki would magic a soft light portray of sheep on the ceiling, as they were being counted to help you fall asleep.

So this was your worst nightmare.

———

“Where is my angel?” Loki asked one of the servants and he shook his head “I don’t know sir”

“I last saw her in the main hall” he said as he thought.

Loki nodded as he walked to the hall and looked around for you but you was nowhere to be found, he was starting to get worried.

Usually he would hear giggling or your little feet tapping on the ground but he heard nothing.

He looked around the whole palace and found nothing.

He was swearing to himself as he quickly walked through the same hall again and bumped into Thor.

“Loki..are you okay?” Thor asked when he saw lokis panicked face.

“I can’t find y/n! I’ve checked the whole palace!” Loki panicked as he ran his hand through his hair.

“I’ll help you” Thor said and they both looked around together until, Loki saw the storage room entrance and his eyes widened.

You had never been in there before…maybe you didn’t go in there?

He shook his head and walked in there anyway just in case.

And that’s when he heard it.

Your sobs.

“Fuck! Angel I’m coming!” Loki said loudly as he ran towards the door he could hear you from.

He tried to open the door but swore to himself when it didn’t open.

“Shit!” He swore as he let go of the handle

He used his magic to quickly form a key and unlocked the door, you sobbed as you looked up at him.

“Daddy!” You cried and he sighed in relief as he instantly wrapped his arms around you.

“Shh,shh…daddy’s here” he whispered into your ear softly as he stroked his hand up and down your back.

He took you out of the pitch black room and shut the door again.

“is dark-“ you cried into his neck and he kissed you on the head stroking your hair.

“It’s okay…it’s okay angel..it’s not dark anymore” Loki reassured you but you still cried, trying to catch your breath properly.

“I’m so sorry angel…” Loki said into your hair softly.

“It’s okay now…”

“No more dark” you said and he nodded

“No more dark” he repeated as your cries died down.

You hesitantly looked up from his shoulder at the light room.

You looked at him through your wet eyelashes.

Loki felt so bad when he saw your face fully.

Your cheeks and eyes were puffy from crying, eyelashes wet, eyes red and you had tear streaks down your face.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead “I’m so sorry angel..I’m so sorry” he whispered and you nodded

“I-is scary” you stammered and he nodded

“I know…you’re so brave..I’m sorry” he said and you nodded nuzzling your face back into his neck.

“Why was you down here angel?” Loki asked you and you pouted.

“Curious” you mumbled but he heard and he laughed.

“You’re my little trickster aren’t you?” He chuckled making you giggle with a nod.

“Loki? Did you find her?” Thor asked as he walked into the hall to see you in his arms on the floor.

“Is she okay?” He asked and Loki nodded.

Loki stood up with you, you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’ll tell you later…let’s go have some food” Loki said to Thor when he felt your stomach rumble.

[ace-of-gay]

Tiny for today

Loki x little! reader

Warnings: age regression, little names like baby, tiny. Caregiver name like daddy, (i think thats honestly the only one)

Items like stuffies and paci, bottle. Reader regresses to newborn headspace

No weight, skin color, or gender mentioned.

Age regression is a coping mechanism if you dont like it please dont read it or educate yourself on the topic but please be respectful

Any hate will be deleted

Waking up doe eyed and deep in your headspace, loki knows immediately just from the glance you give him, turning the lights lower so not to hurt his sweet baby's eyes, he walks over, putting in full effort to keep a kind gentle demeanor, “good morning my dovey, were tiny today aren’t we?” He questions, knowing hes not going to get an answer.

“Yes, I believe we are, which means it’s a daddy and baby day hm?”

He would be lying if he said this want one of his favorite types of regressions you do, he doesn’t get to see his little one like this all that often, the sweet sparkly eyes are a given, those alone have him wrapped around your finger, hes at your beck and call or more so your babble and cry but right now the sweet gentle hold of your eyes to his approach, “yes, indeed, a divine rainy day for daddy and his little star” he coos at you, running his supple hand over your cheek, cherishing every ounce of adoration his heart could feel in the wake of your smile.

A small tiny babble of pure love and wanting to feel him hold you, he took this with immediate understanding, as you move your arms somewhat aimlessly he helps loosens you from the blanket so you don’t accidentally bend your arms or hands in a way that would strain or pull on them funny.

Lifting you into his arms, holding you chest to chest with him as he grabs a paci from the bedside table and your stuffy from the bed, he carries you to the living room a bounce in his step to soothe you and a hum in his chest, he knew you loved this he would make sure to have one of your hands above his chest so you could feel the vibrations of the sweet thrum of his voices resonation in his chest just for you.

Laying you gently on the couch he holds your stuffy above you to boop your nose with its nose, making kissy sounds as he taps the stuffys nose against your smiley cheeks and sweet delicate nose, he lays the stuffy atop your chest where your little hands could easily grasp it, he turns to move the coffee table to the side of the room, going into the closet, pulling out the padding mat your favorite blankie for when you’re tiny and a few other things, making a comfy little place on the floor for you, much safer than having you somewhere you could fall.

After transferring you to the little nest as he called it he gave you your paci turning on comforting calm music and going to the kitchen to make himself tea and you a warm bottle of milk, keeping his eyes on you as he does this.

When he returns to you he sets his tea aside wanting to make sure you got your bottle first since you couldn’t quite tell him when you needed food or drink he wanted to make sure you weren’t neglected in your needs, holding you gently in his arms making sure you were comfy in his arms before he goes to take your paci but you trill in soft baby giggles when you refuse to let him take it.

“Oh silly baby, someone’s being mischievous and its not me for once, can daddy take your paci? I have a bottle of warm yummy milk for my baby” to which you allow him to take the paci cause I mean what little one would pass up a yummy bottle in the morning.

Hes full of adoration, especially when you suckle on the bottle so intently with half lidded eyes, like it took all of you to just do the small things and that’s perfectly fine with him, its what hes here for, hes here to take care of his baby, hes honored that you trust him with you in such a vulnerable state.

After your bottle and all related in that he takes small comforting sips from his tea before pulling out one of his many books, it didn’t matter what he read aloud so long as it was appropriate, his favorite writings were old poems of sweet rotations of love how it be that planets circle the sun in a dance that with their gravity pulls causing the star to dance from a tiny wobble. One hand holding the book and his other running through your hair, today was about his little one, making sure to keep you happy and calm, he’d plant every tree on earth in light of the sun and down of the rain if it meant he could see your smile everyday the way he sees it right now.

[angelbaby-fics]

hi! for the birthday picnic event, may i request loki and reader who's in babyspace? just full of love and happiness. <3

awwwweee i miss writing for loki!! thank you for requesting this, i love writing babyspace as well so this was cute 💕 143 words

you couldn't talk, but you didn't need to; as always, loki just knew. "why hello, my little darling," he cooed as he lifted you out of your crib. you were always extra small after naptime, and it was one of loki's favorite times of the day. he carried you over to his big bed and quickly changed you out of your pajamas and into a long onesie made of soft plush fabric, gave you a paci, and brought you into the playroom. he sat down and tried to set you onto your fluffy rug for some tummy time, but you resisted, holding tight onto loki's shirt. "don't you want to play darling? look!" he picked up a plush with a rattle inside, shaking it around for you. you giggled through your paci and loki leaned in to place a kiss onto the plastic.

you’re invited to my birthday picnic!

[littlebatpup]

Headcanons/Drabble Loki with Little!Reader

(Gif isn't mine)

Loki x little!reader Summary: Headcanons turned drabble about Reader telling Loki they age regress. Wordcount: 505

- Assuming reader and Loki are already in an established relationship but reader hasn’t told Loki about their Regression yet I think Loki would figure it out sooner rather than later, he’s a smart cookie. - However, he wouldn’t outright confront you about it cause he wants you to tell him because you trust him. - I think it could go two ways, either he doesn’t do anything about it and just waits for you to tell him about it or he’d start to do small and subtle things he thinks might make you feel small (e.g., forehead kisses, snuggles, [insert whatever makes you feel smol) - At some point, you feel like telling him. You go looking for him and find him in your living room reading a book. “Hey Loki, you got a minute?” you ask settling down next to him. You brought one of your stuffies as emotional support and set it down in your lap. “For you always love. What is it?” He puts his book down to show he’s giving you his attention. Getting nervous you start fidgeting with your hands, Loki puts his own over yours, sensing that you’re nervous. “It’s alright love you don’t need to be nervous. Deep breath in… and out. Good job.” You feel a little calmer after taking a deep breath with your partner. “Have you ever heard about something called age regression?” you ask slowly. “No, I haven’t but do you wanna explain to me what it is?” Loki replied and you nodded and explained it to him. He listened intently, his hands still on yours. “Alright so basically age regression is when someone mentally goes back to a younger age for comfort or as a coping mechanism. Did I get that right?” Loki asked after you were done explaining and you nodded. “Mhmm I see but why did you tell me about this love?” You take another deep breath in and slightly reposition yourself and your stuffie on your lap. "Well... I age regress." You said quietly looking down at your stuffie. Loki gave a comforting squeeze to your hands before lifting one hand up to your chin, tilting your head up so you were now looking at him. “I’m proud of you for telling me, darling. I had guessed that something was going on but wanted you to feel comfortable with telling me.” After a short pause he added “What would you like to do now? Do you want me to be your caregiver, do you want to look for a caregiver somewhere else, do you want a caregiver at all?” So many questions but you knew the answer even before you had started this conversation with Loki, you wanted him to be your caregiver. “Want you as my caregiver please.” You said quietly, blushing, and cuddling the stuffie on your lap. Shifting his hand from your chin to your cheek and then your hair to ruffle it, Loki let out a soft chuckle “I’ll be your caregiver with great pleasure”.

[agere-fics]

Rainbows

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

word count: 500

pairing: caregiver!mama!Loki x little!reader

(loki uses she/her here ☺️)

summary: your mama helps you pick out your first ever pacifier.

cws: none that i can think of except for tooth rotting fluff! please let me know if something needs to be listed. /gen

a/n: hi guys! long time no see! i've been reading some neil gaiman books recently and it's been inspiring me.

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"Alright darling," Mama gestured to the coffee table in front of her that was absolutely full of pacifiers. "All of your options are right here."

There were greens and blues and purples. Reds, and oranges, pinks and yellows, too. Some of the pacis had polka dots and some were plain. A few had pretty decorations. Some even had rainbow squiggles, too!

It was a wonderful sea of colors that captured your little mind. Nothing else mattered. Just you and Mama and...

THE ARRAY OF PACIFIERS SHE MADE APPEAR OUT OF THIN AIR!

You still couldn't believe it...

How did Mama do that?!

"Spark?"

Your wide eyes moved towards the sound of Mama's voice.

"Honed in on the pacifiers, are we?" Loki chuckled.

"Mhm!"

You liked the sparkle in Mama's eyes. It reminded you of bright, shining stars and the twinkle lights in your bedroom. It meant she was happy, and you liked when your Mama was happy.

"Which of these lovely pacifiers makes you want to squeaaaal in delight?" Your mama suddenly tickled you while she spoke, enunciating her words.

You giggled and giggled.

And giggled and giggled some more.

"I don't-" you stopped and let out a breathy laugh. "Don knoooow, mama! Too hard!"

Your mama finally relented. "Ooh, I understand that. When I ascended the throne to Asgard, I had to choose between allllll of these wonderfully colorful garments and jewelry I-"

You stared at Loki, your lips slightly ajar and your brows furrowed tightly. Your adorable face blatantly had confusion written all over it.

Your mama shook her head softly. "Nevermind that, moving on! Let's see here..." Her eyes scanned the pacifier filled coffee table. "How about this one here, with the cute little turtle on it?"

You shook your head and scrunched your face.

"No? Alright...hmmm." She paused a moment to think. "Oh! How about this one with the-"

You stuck out your tongue. "Blagghhh."

"No problem, darling." Loki threw it swiftly behind her. "Definitely not that one, then- OH!"

Your beautiful eyes were wide and practically glowing. If life was a cartoon, you'd have hearts for eyes.

"OoOooOOO!" you exclaimed in intrigue.

The pacifier with which your eyes were glued on had your favorite animal on it and it was your favorite color! It was so very, very perfect.

"Aha! We've found your match, baby darling." She held it up closer to you. All you could do was stare in amazement.

Finally, a pacifier to call your own. One that'll make you feel content and happy. One that'll make you feel like the most special baby in the whole wide world. No! The universe! A special pacifier for the most special baby in the whole wide universe!

"Mine!" You snatched it and all your Mama could do was grin excitedly.

"Yes, pumpkin, it's all yours."

You quickly slid it into your mouth and slammed your body against Loki, wrapping your arms tightly around her. Your words were less English and more like cute mumbles that Mama just adored. "Thank you, thank you, Mama!"

She laid her head gently atop yours. "Anything for my little one."

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[slytherin-ghost]

Rules/ and much more

Hello! Welcome! You can call me Ghosty/Olive, my pronouns are they/them. Underneath this will be the rules for my acc. Anything in red means no. Green is yes and orange is maybe

Giving me nicknames (moots and friends only)

Minors interacting with my sfw content

Reposting

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flirting

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Mild NSFW content

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Loki variants also Mobuis

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Sanders Sides

(Remus bc why not?)

( Male reader unless it's a friendship)

Thomas

Logan

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Patton

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Remus

Eventually Orange

Ask box is open for all fandoms I write for!

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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Tell me, tell me, tell me

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

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

Character: Loki

Summary: your husband doesn't handle change well and falls into old habits.

This is one of my birthday drabbles. Of course, little lies had a lot of votes and has earned it's own little add on. Thanks again for your input :) Enjoy.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

A birthday drabble for Little Lies 

You sit up and smile as the man exits Loki’s office. He looks content but your husband looks less than as he appears in the doorway. He crosses his arms and watches the candidate leave. You’ve gone through this routine at least two dozen times this week. 

“How was it?” You ask. 

He hums flatly and stares after the man’s departure. 

“His resume was great. What’s wrong?” 

Loki pouts and looks at you. He stands straight and crosses his arms. “He’s not you.” 

“Oh, I know. I’m so talented at keeping your agenda,” you retort dryly. “You can’t keep doing this. You have to hire someone.” 

“Don’t you understand?” He strides forward and stops just on the other side of your desk. His hands drop to his hips. “You’re asking me to replace you. That’s impossible.” 

“Ha, when did you get so sentimental?” You ignore him for the email on your screen. 

“Since the day you broke your leg, actually.” 

“Shut up,” you snip without looking up. 

“Truly. As worried as I might’ve been, I do miss those crutches. You were... manageable then.” 

You shake your head. “Well, you never are, but I’m hoping you can find an assistant that can do a somewhat decent job of it.”

He huffs and slithers around the desk. He sits on the corner, crowding you. “It won’t matter. I’ll be a mess without you, darling.” 

“I screened him. What was wrong with Peter?” You challenge, leaning back in your chair to face him. 

“Little upstart. I don’t need him flirting with my clients,” he harrumphs. 

“As if you don’t.” 

“On my honour,” he puts his hand to his chest, “I’ve changed my ways. You know it. I gave my vows.” 

“Uh huh.” You tut and check the time. “Well, who else? Jacqueline was good. She has a great CV and she’s very warm and welcoming.” 

“But I adore the way you snarl at me. It makes me...” Loki trails off and touches his belt. 

“You’re looking for an assistant,” you remind him. 

“Yes, but I will be losing my wife.” 

“That’s dramatic. It’s not like you can’t come see me. I can come back too between terms.” 

“School. You’re leaving me for school,” he mopes and shakes his head. 

“I’m trying to better myself, Lo. I don’t want to be your secretary my whole life.” 

“Personal Assistant,” he corrects. “Prized Asset.” 

“Ugh, you are so--” you put your hand up in exasperation. “This isn’t about the job. You’ll just call the temp agency, huh? So, you don’t have to pay benefits.” 

He shrugs guiltily as he examines the wall behind you. 

“What is this really about?” You insist. 

“Nothing.” 

“Tell me.” 

“I swear, I’ll miss you--” 

“Yeah, yeah, and I’ll miss you too. Blah blah blah,” you flutter your fingers at him and push yourself to your feet. You go to him and he looks at you with those sparkling green eyes. You put your hands on his shoulders and he instinctively frames your hips. “What is bothering you so much?” 

He stares at you then looks down. His lips thin and he tilts his head one way then the other. His gaze flicks back up to you. A grin creases his face and he laughs, “it’s foolish. Stupid! I shouldn’t worry.” 

“Loki,” you warn. 

He sighs. He peeks over at the door and his mouth slants. “You’re going to meet a lot of young men. Like that Peter.” 

You narrow your eyes and frown. Then you smile and scoff. You grab his chin and make him look at you, “you’re worried I’m going to meet some young gun and ditch my old man?” 

“Old? I wouldn’t use that word,” he winces. 

“You really think I would run off with some young hunk? With big burly shoulders and a nice chest...” Your let your tone drift into a dreamy drone. “Oh and thick hair and stamina like no one’s business...” 

“Hey!” He pokes your side and you cackle. 

“Loki, I’m not going to do anything like that. I’ll be far too busy studying and I’m too old for all that. Those twenty-year olds don’t want me. Now, hire a replacement so I can deal with all this nonsense.” You caress his cheek and give a smile. 

“You underestimate those twenty-year old cads. I once was one and I would've pounced on you at once.” 

“Oh really. Because you’re like forty and took years.” 

“Eh, let’s not toss around numbers here.” He sniffs. “I’m just saying that you are a beautiful woman, obviously. I married you. And those young ones, well, they like the allure of an older woman.” 

“Alright, alright,” you pat his shoulder. “Let it go.” You exhale and look him in the face. He stares back at you and squeezes your hips. “I’ll miss you.” 

His cheeks dust with pink and he smirks, “I'll miss you too, darling.” 

“You better.” 

His eyes fog and slowly crawl down. You squirm as he stands, crowding you, and his hands grazes along your sides. He walks his fingertips up and down and grips your waist again. He spins you suddenly, pinning you against the desk. 

“Let me be your young gun, eh? Show you this old man’s still got it.” He purrs. 

“Lo,” you rub his chest. 

“I can’t have you running off not thinking of me and how I’d put any of them to shame.” He winks and leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “Mm, Mrs. Laufeyson, is that what you want? A sweet young thing. I’ve not lost my touch, believe me.” 

“Lo,” you put your hand over one of his. 

“I feel you trembling, darling.” 

“Not here,” you tug on his hand. 

“Anywhere.” He urges you back until you hit the desk.  

He leans in until you’re forced to brace the desk. You strain backward and he reaches around to swipe the desk clear. Your monitor and laptop teeter dangerously near the edge as the rest of your things scatter. You gasp. 

“Loki!” 

“I’ll buy new ones,” he lifts you at once and puts you on the desk. 

“You can’t--” 

“I am.” 

He puts his hand under your chin and forces your head up. His thumb rubs along your cheekbones as he marvels down at you. He exhales and tickles your nose with his. You scrunch up your face and he presses a kiss to your lips. 

You push against his chest as his tongue glides along your lips. You murmur and try to resist. You never can. His hand brushes up and down your side then hooks up to your neck. He holds your head between his hands as he invades your mouth. He consumes you as he shifts and pushes between your knees. 

You clutch his lapel and part from his lips with a gulp. “Loki--” 

“Let me remind you who you married, darling. It was no old man,” he yanks his tie free as he clings to the front of your blouse, bunching it as he keeps you snagged. He tosses the silk and draws you back to him. 

You giggle, cheeks vibrant with heat, and shake your head. “Oh, I know who I married.” 

“And you will keep it in mind with those young lads.”  

He pinches a button, tediously undoing it with a single hand. He snarls and withdraws briefly to tear open his shirts. Buttons scatter as he snarls and steps up once more. He cradles your head in his hands and enshrines you in another fervent kiss, this one has you breathless. 

You put your hands on your chest, feeling the way his muscle tenses with need. He shudders as you drag your touch down to his stomach and the firm muscle clenches. He growls into you and bends you until your back is against the desk. He pins you there as he runs his hand down the length of your figure. 

He hooks his thumb beneath the hem of your dress and pushes the skirt up. You wriggle and feel blindly along his belt. He twitches as you latch onto his buckle. He hums and parts from your mouth, gasping against your cheek. 

His belt clinks open at your blind tugging and you pick open his fly. He growls and nips your ear lobe, laying a trail of kisses across your jaw and down your neck. He pants slacken and you push them down with his briefs. He springs free and wiggles his hips so his belt slides lower. 

He pulls your rear over the edge and flutters his fingers along your thigh. You curl your other leg around him as he tickles the front of your panties. He presses your clit through the thin fabric. You draw his mouth back to yours hungrily.  

Your tongues meet in a flurry of need and dread. You need each other right then and dread the separation to come. You’ve been outrunning that fact. That distance will not be easy, even so much as you’ve longed for it. 

He rubs you through your panties until he can feel you seeping through. He traces the trim of the lingerie and peels them away from your cunt. The satin bunches against your thigh as he flips your skirt up and moves closer. 

You know each other by touch. He finds you without hesitation. He slides into you in a single lunge and you drone in delight. Your turn your head as his wet lips smear over your cheek. He groans as your walls squeeze him. 

“Darling,” he drawls. 

You puff and arch your back, hooking your legs so that your heels press into the back of his thighs. You tilt your hips, goading him on as he takes his long, patient strokes. That pace he keeps when he means to torture. 

You snarl and grab his chin. You force his head up, “I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me like an old man.” 

His eyes flicker and his lips curve into a devious smirk. He slams his hips against you and you cry out. Your nails dig into his jaw and you laugh through your teeth. He does it again, jolting the desk with you, and you quiver around him. 

“Oh, yes,” you grit. “You can do it, old man.” 

“Old. Man.” He chuffs out and rams into your again. 

You chuckle only to be met with another blunt rut. Your voice fizzles to a squeal.  

He traces along the top of your dress and drags the sleeve down your shoulder. He follows the cut of the bodice and uncovers your bra beneath. He quickly pulls the strap down and flips the cup inside out. He fondles you at once.  

His hips pump into you, harder and harder. His thumb flicks over your nipple, swirling around to tease. He hunches and dips down to take the bud between his teeth. He snarls and bucks faster. You hug him between your thighs and wrap an around his head. 

His other hand snakes down between your bodies. He pushes against your clit, the motion of his pelvis moving his fingers against you. The friction melds into the pressure inside. Your eyes roll back as you cling to his shoulder, your other hand on his lower back, beckoning him deeper. 

His harried grunts punctuate your soft moans, the slap of flesh and constant clink of his buckle adding to the twisted melody of your fucking. You roll your hips up into his. Just a little more. 

Your thighs shake and the swell in your core threatens to boil over. Your voice begins to crest and suddenly, he stops. You groan and clamp onto his side. You try to pull him down as he lifts himself. He keeps only his tip inside of you.  

Your eyes snap open as he flings his tussled hair back and looks you in the face. Your brows furrow. 

“Old man?” He challenges. 

“Lo...” you breathe, “please.” 

“No, no, that is what you said. So, allow me to prove you wrong.” He snickers and nips at your lower lip. “I can keep up, can you?” 

He dips into you slowly and you whine. Your head lolls and your lashes flutter. You bare your teeth at him and hiss. “I hate you.” 

“How can you hate this, darling?” He rears back and thrusts again. “Mm, I feel the way you’re clinging to me.” 

“Just--” You flare your nose and turn your head straight. “Do it. Old man.” 

His irises spark and he snaps his hips. You yipe and he twirls his fingertips against your clit. You shudder at the sensation. 

“Oh ho, darling, do you want to cum?” 

“Loki--” 

“Tell me you want to cum.” 

“Lo--” 

“Beg me.” He commands and pulls his fingers away. The coolness left in the shadow of his touch makes you squirm. “I did vow to serve you, darling, but I cannot if you do not say what you want.” 

Frustration, desperation, call it what you will. You whimper and reach for his hand. You guide it back to your clit and growl, “make me cum.” 

It’s his turn to shiver. He twists his hand away from yours to grab your fingers and pushes them to your bud. You gasp as he uses them to rub you instead. As he does, his hips fall into tempo. 

He fucks you so the desk scrapes the floor and his thighs hits the sharp edge. He raises himself as he spreads a hand across your stomach and watches himself delves into you, over and over. He guides your fingers in a frantic rhythm and the tension clusters beneath your own touch. 

You spasm and cry out, legs locked around his as you trap him inside you. 

“Oh, yes, make me cum, Loki, make me--” you descend into a stream of gibberish as you contort on the desk. You bite your knuckles to silence yourself, heaving wildly as your lungs burn and your skin tingles. 

“Um...” a knock sounds at the door and Loki halts mid-thrust. You share a startled look then slowly glance over at the open door. Shit. The last interviewee, Peter, stands dumbfounded as he peers in from the hall. “I, uh, forgot my phone in your office.” 

“Well,” Loki clears his throat and looks down at you with a sinister gleam. “Go and get it. Can’t you see I’m busy?” 

[softspace-fics]

It's okay, Dada's here.

A/N - My family and I had a argument last night and my friend comforted me and so I decided to make a oneshots of Loki helping a reader when their parents argue. 

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of screaming, G/N reader (no pronouns used, gender neutral nicknames), Mentions of Loki helping change reader, tears for a main part of the story, mentions of abusive household.

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Loki’s green glow shines through your blanket, and the energy in your room shifts. The screaming, slamming, and insults shared between your parents downstairs quiets. Your sobs and sniffles become louder to your ears, and your body shakes.

“Little one?” Loki asks as he quietly shuffles to sit next to you and pulls the blanket off your face, his face nothing but concern for you.

He gently picks you up and cradles you in his chest, rocking you, gently shushing you.

The muffled sobbing into his chest as you find comfort in his soothing voice and how he holds you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, how he knows just how much you need him.

How he uses his magic to make sure you can't hear how bad the fighting is getting downstairs, and how he protects you from the world that threatens to hurt you.

“Sweets, I'm going to take you back to my home. You can’t be here anymore.” Loki whispers softly, standing up and holding you protectively. 

Holding tightly onto him while he uses his beautiful green magic to take you back to his apartment in the tower.

He gently sets you down on his bed, crouching in front of you and wiping the tears off your face.

“Hey baby it's okay, you're safe here. No one can get you. The screamy is all done. No more.” Loki gently strokes your face, kissing your nose before getting up and getting you a change of clothes. 

He helps you to get changed into his shirt and a pair of shorts he had for you, before grabbing a paci and gently pushing it past your lips.

Picking you back up he gently rocks you as your tears finally stop and your breathing begins to even out. 

“T’ank you dada.. scre’min wa’ louds n scaries.” You mumble quietly under your breath, falling happily into your safe headspace.

“Always baby. You know you'll never be alone. Dada always has a space for you here. Even permanently if you wanted?” Loki gently pulls his head back to look at you.

“Nuh mores scre’min n b’eakin stuff?” You look up at him, tears building in your eyes once more.

“No more any of that. Dada will protect you.” Loki softly smiles, kissing your nose.

“Wanna lives wif dada..” You softly mutter.

“Then here you'll stay baby, don’t worry loves, Dada will make sure you never have to hear another one of their arguments.” Loki climbs into bed with you, safely tucking you into his chest and holding you protectively. Safe from anything that dares to take you from him.

[angelbaby-fics]

Hihi! For the tea party could I request Loki with little reader going to build a bear for the first time? Maybe reader talking Loki into just ooooone more outfit for their new stuffie? I love your writing and think the tea party idea is so fun!

eeep i haven't been to build a bear in nearly a year hehe i gotta go get new outfits for my babies ❤️ 146 words

it was loki's own fault for not knowing more about how build-a-bear worked before he took you there. he had been so happy to spoil you with all the stuffed animals you could fit in your hands, watching with heart shaped eyes as you filled each one with fluff, he didn't even realize that this was only half the fun. with a new friend under each of your arms and three under each of loki's, you finaly moved your haul away from the stuffing machine to face shelf after shelf of little friend sized outfits. loki shook his head and sighed, but it was too late. you already had a number of outfits piled into what little space you had left in your arms, and loki chuckled to himself, knowing your happiness was the trickiest bit of magic there was; it worked on him every time.

you're invited to my tea party! - this event has finished, but thank you for participating!

[littlebatpup]

Take a break, love

(GIF isn't mine)

Loki x little!reader Summary: Your brain won't shut up while studying and Loki convinces you to take a break. Wordcount: 520

You were sitting at your desk staring out the window instead of studying, thinking about situations and conversations you were in that might have gone a different way or wouldn't have happened if you did or said something different. But, here you were thinking about them, you couldn't change much but your brain was mulling each and every word over to the point where you wondered if your brain would ever shut up. Your brain was running at least 50 miles per hour when you were awake, thinking of things you needed to do, things that happened in the past, worries about everything and nothing, you could extend the list forever.

You didn’t notice the door to your room opening, your partner Loki popping his head through the door to check on you. He knocked on the doorframe to get your attention. You turned around to face him after hearing that someone was at your door. “Hey, Love.” He said calmly while taking slow steps towards you, “How is the studying going?” “Meh could be better, got lost in my thoughts again.” You sighed leaning back into Loki’s form.

"Maybe you should take a break, Love." "Maybe I should but there's still so much I need to work on and time is so little and-" Loki held up his hand to cut you off and gave your forehead a soft kiss. He turned your chair around so you were facing him telling you that it was fine to take a break. "Plus, my love if your thoughts are racing around like Formula 1 cars do you think you'll remember the things you learned?". Begrudgingly you gave in because even tho you wanted to get done with this whole studying thing, he was right.

Taking your hands in his Loki led you to the living room where he had built a blanket fort with the best blankets and pillows he could find around the apartment. Loki had also turned on the TV so you could watch a movie. Seeing everything your partner had prepared you felt yourself slowly slip into your little space. "You built this jus' for me?" you asked him, your thoughts starting to slow down, only focusing on Loki, the pillow fort, the movie, and being small.

Loki sat down in the pillow fort first and then pulled you down onto his lap, your back to his chest, so you could settle in and lean against him. "You all comfy?" you only hummed in response. "Feeling small, darling?" Loki asked and you nodded. Looking around you saw that Loki didn't only build the pillow fort, no, he also brought your favorite stuffie and you made grabby hands at it. Loki noticed and reached for it "You want your stuffie?" he asked and you hummed and nodded in response. "Can you use your words little one?" you shook your head in response. Loki took it as a sign that you were too small to talk right now, handing the stuffie over to you. Loki started the movie and you both watched in peace. And your mind was finally calm.

[agere-fics]

🍄 agere-fics's story masterlist 🍄

link to character asks masterlist

characters featured: steve rogers, bruce banner, bucky barnes, loki friggason, din djarin, crowley (good omens), aziraphale (good omens), obi-wan kenobi, qui-gon jinn, anakin skywalker

A Day With Daddy - Regressor!Reader and CG!Daddy!Bucky have a day of play when Stevie's away 🥰

Vroom, vroom! - CG!Dada!Steve drives around Regressor!reader to help them sleep 💤

Rainbows - Your mama helps you pick out your first ever pacifier

Doctor Papa - You're getting MRIs done and you're nervous. Luckily, papa's here to save the day!

To be determined...

Mickey D's - You impure regress after work

Caregiver!Qui-Gon and Big Brother Cg!Obi-Wan headcanons

Caregiver!Obi-Wan and Big Brother Babysitter!Anakin headcanons

Caregiver!Obi-Wan and Babysitter!Anakin, Padmé

Logan with a fussy little

Pretty Kitty - you paint logan's nails

Logan comforting reader after an injury

Logan teaches you how to tie your shoes

[marvelfanfics1]

Loki trying to understand the current drama between your stuffed animals:

*still doesn't understand but nods his head anyway* "Yeah, that makes sense, little one..."

[gloriousburden]

slightly Suggestive text below

Need to kiss Loki’s abs NOW. Hahaha imagine him laying back or him sat down while reading a book Ok whatever either way he’s really immersed in this book and is paying no mind to you. So.. you get bored and slightly lift up the bottom of his shirt. Which in response, he briefly gives you a little look of confusion. But he’s still silent and focused on anything but you. Then you lean in closer to him and start gently kissing his abs and you can feel his muscles tense up when you kiss him there Ok nvm

Or like what if he encourages it and keeps his hand on the back of your head sort of petting you absentmindedly while he’s still reading and while you’re still kissing his abs but then after a little bit he gets a little eager and lowers your hea Nvm

Going insane if I elaborate more it’s not going to be RIGHT 😞😞😞😞😞

[dylan-hart]

peter: do you need help, mister loki sir?

loki: no thanks. i’m god.

(y/n): …

avengers: …

tony: (y/n)…don’t…

(y/n): …

steve: (y/n)…

(y/n): hi god, i’M DAD—

clint: [flips table] jUST ONE DAY OF PEACE IS ALL I ASK FOR—

yelena: [cackles in the distance]

[softspace-fics]

Hiiiiii I love your blog and all of your writing (especially your little fanific they comfort me a lot)

You can ignore this request, but do you think you can write something for a disabled reader trying to take care of themselves like do every day things (taking a shower or cooking) and the more and more they mess up things the more frustrated they get (and maybe regress) until someone (either stucky or loki if you don't mind) swoops in and takes over to help and let's them know that it's okay to need help

Thank you for listening I hope your having a good day

It's hard.

A/N- Eeee! Hello! I'm so glad you like my blog, my entire goal is to make stories that people can love. I hope I made your request okay! I know i changed it somewhat but I might use this idea a few times. Thank you so much for it, and if anyone else has a request please send them!

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Disabled reader, Mentions of ignorant family, reader struggles with their own body, Loki helps reader to shower and get dressed, Loki carries reader, fluff, let me know if I miss any!

CG!Loki Laufeyson x Disabled!Gn little reader!

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You had always struggled with being able to function, or to be able to even properly care for yourself. This included everyday things, things like eating, making your own bed, even walking was hard to do.

Your parents rarely believed you when you would tell them something was wrong, even after numerous hospital visits, the different doctors telling your parents you were just dramatic, didn’t help. You were in constant pain but throughout your life, you learned to bear it. To never complain about it. To shut up.

However when you started to regress from it, from the pain, from being beaten down for your pain, it all started to feel better and hurt all at once. You were in a state of a child, in the pain of a dult, and by yourself. This was hard to handle all at once, it meant alot of nights were spent in bed wondering why you.

When you met Loki, you were cautious, you didn’t know how he would react. Would he tell you that you were faking just like the others? Would he believe you? Did you believe yourself?

Loki eventually found out a few months into you both being together, he picked up on your little clues, how you avoided lifting heavy things, or how you sometimes would stomp your feet a little more after a long day. When you would curl into his side on days the pain was just unbearable. He helped you go see doctors and get meds that were supposed to help, but they only lessened the pain enough to manage.

Today loki had gone out to go get you guys breakfast and you decided to shower, or attleast attempt to. You had clambered out of bed pretty easily, your body seeming to play nice today. You gathered the items you need to make yourself comfortable after and during the shower, before you headed into the bathroom.

You and Loki had decided to let today be a little day, so you had your favorite pjs on for after the shower, and you were ecstatic to be able to spend the day with loki. You slowly and carefully got undressed and climbed into the shower, some of your favorite music playing in the background.

You were successfully getting through the shower before everything started to hurt. The hot water began to burn, and your vision started to get blurry. It was like your joints were starting to play a painful prank on you. You tried to carefully sit down, but slipped and fell slightly onto the shower floor.

You began to cry when you heard the bathroom door open, and Lokis soothing voice coming through.

“Darling? You okay?”

“D-Dada!” You stutter out scared.

Loki immediately swoops into the shower gently helping you sit up properly before he turns off the shower and switches it to where he can fill the bath up. He pulls his sleeves up before gently pushing the hair out of your face and checking you for bruises.

“Baby what happened? Are you okay?”

“I-I slipped” You mutter out softly.

Loki gently kisses your head before getting a washcloth to help finish cleaning you up. He carefully and gently helps get you cleaned up before starting to help you wash your hair. He leaves gentle little kisses throughout your hair, making sure that your comfortable and that you feel safe.

“Baby you know i’d help you in anyway when you dont feel good right? I know its hard to ask for help but you my darling deserve the care and love. Don’t be afraid to wait for me or to ask me for help, thats why im here right?” He softly cups your cheek, making sure you see the sincerity in his eyes.

You only are able to nod as a response, your eyes filling with tears as you’d never felt more loved.

Loki gently helps you out of the tub, helping you to dry off and to get dressed, kissing your nose when your in your comfortable pjs of choice. He scoops you up into his arms, kissing your cheeks and carrying you to the living room where he has pillows and blankets ready for you and your favorite movie ready to hit play.

He sits down with you on his lap as he covers you in blankets and kisses your head. You buries your face into his neck, peaking out just enough to be able to see.

“Dada than’ you. Its hards to asks for help sometimes.”

“Its okay for it to be hard, dada will continue to love you either way.”