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magpie-murder · 1 year
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alternate version under cut
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april.
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animoogus · 6 months
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There he is!
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agentofagony · 2 years
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I just need people who follows me to know one thing.
My Loki posts are about the comics Loki not the MCU. I literally couldn't care less about the MCU Loki so like maybe don't interact with my post to complain about the MCU Loki.
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critter-of-habit · 1 month
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Sylvie needs a cameo in Deadpool3 just so she can finally say Fuck
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the-bi-fangirl-biatch · 5 months
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"Sorry, single dad, gimme a second"
"...Are you still on the market?"
"But wife is long gone and I can't ride two of 'em"
Mobius, I think he gets it, you're single 🤭
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infinitystoner · 3 months
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Underneath the Tree
AO3 | Masterlist
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✨part of @sarahscribbles’ Christmas Collection; header by @inklore✨
Summary: You’re expecting to spend the holidays without your other half. So when Loki reappears the night before Christmas, you indulge in a little merriment to make up for lost time.
Pairing: Loki x Female Reader
Word count: 3.1k
Tags/Content: Holiday Surprises Befitting the God of Mischief, Romantic Reunions, Fluff, Smut (Fingering, Cunnilingus, Anal Sex), Soft Dom! Loki, Established Relationship
Rating: Explicit; 18+
Author’s note: Here be the Yuletide filth! I realize butt stuff isn’t for everyone, but it’s actually really soft and sweet (and not overly explicit). If you like my writing, I hope you give it a chance. xx
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The hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention as you pad across the kitchen floor, unnerved by the unmistakable feeling of being watched. You abandon your post-bath time snack on the counter, clutching at your bathrobe as trepidation gnaws at the back of your mind.
With the curtains drawn, only the glimmering lights on your Christmas tree illuminate the living room. It’s hard to see anything beyond silhouettes and shadows. A quiet night like this amidst the bustling holiday season is a rare treat, and you should be grateful and relaxed, but you just can’t shake the feeling that you’re not alone. 
You try to ignore the frantic beat of your pulse thundering in your ears as you inch closer to the tree. Did someone break in while you were in the shower? The rational part of your brain knows it’s downright laughable to entertain such a thought. A security breach is practically impossible thanks to Tony’s impenetrable tech. Unless…
“You’re back,” you say cautiously, voice no louder than a whisper. 
A surge of longing permeates your being, doing little to appease the rapid beating of your heart. The familiar shuffle of centuries-old leather catches your attention, all fear melting away as you turn to see a formidable figure emerge from the corner. 
Loki.
“I’m back,” he responds simply. 
He closes in, his gaze never leaving yours, the purposeful sound of his heavy boots on your hardwood floors resonating through the space. Loki’s presence is a solace you can’t quite articulate—but suddenly there’s a warmth filling the cracks that etched across your heart when he left. And there’s a calm wrapping around your solitude like a cozy blanket on the coldest winter night.  
You study the god before you, the Christmas lights casting a soft glow over his figure. His dark curls fall in waves atop his shoulders, regally framing his perfectly sculpted features. His brows slant upward as he drinks in the sight of you, a dimple appearing along his cheek as he returns your smile. When he slides his hands around your waist, your stomach somersaults at his touch.
You take a deep breath and reach up to cup his jaw, savoring the coolness of his smooth skin. Loki leans into your palm, closing his eyes and exhaling a deep sigh. It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. You can’t resist the urge to pull him into a tight embrace, humming as his strong arms wrap around you in response.
He tenderly presses a kiss to your temple, tugging you closer against his muscular chest. The scent of ancient forests, leather, and musk—along with something sweeter you can’t quite place—invades your senses. Finally, he breaks the comfortable silence. 
“Did you miss me?”
Loki searches your eyes, a hint of apprehension marring his beautiful face. He’s only been gone for about six weeks—which is nothing compared to the months you previously spent without him. But how did you ever think you’d be okay spending the holiday without him? 
You glance up at him with feigned exasperation.
“Of course I missed you, you silly, gorgeous man. But did it ever occur to you to knock? Or call ahead? Perhaps send a raven?” 
A devilish smirk adorns lips. “Now where’s the fun in that?” 
“But what if I’d attacked you? I wasn’t expecting you back until after–” 
“Attacked me?” Loki chuckles, sitting on the sofa and pulling you onto his lap. “Now that I’d like to see.” 
“Is that so?” you ask, caressing the gold plating embellishing his chest and trailing your fingertips across the high collar of his leathers, stopping only when you reach the sharp juncture of his jaw. He peers up at you as you straddle his hips, and the glint of mischief in his eyes is exhilarating. 
“Mm, perhaps later, my little vixen.” 
With a flick of his wrist, a fire roars to life in your hearth. Beyond the crackles and pops of the blaze, a familiar Christmas song begins to play and you swear more twinkling lights appear on your tree. You’re not sure if the night can get more perfect than this.
“What is the phrase you mortals are so fond of this time of year? Season’s Greetings?” 
“Something like that.” 
“You know, we host a similar winter festival on Asgard,” he explains as you tuck his hair behind his ear, exposing the column of his neck. “It’s rather extravagant. Hedonistic, some might say.”
“So, you willingly left the decadence of Asgard. To spend Christmas on Earth. With me.” 
“Is that really so inconceivable, my love? I am, to borrow another turn of phrase, quite smitten, I’m afraid.” 
“Just wanted to be sure,” you tease, but a familiar tingling sparks in your core at his admission. Sometimes you can hardly believe this man—this god—fell so hopelessly in love with you. Of course, you have your issues like any other couple. Dating an alien who once tried to take over your planet does not come without consequence. But, oh, the way he’s looking at you now makes it all worth it. 
“And I believe this is a holiday spent in the company of those you care about, is it not?” he continues. “Besides, Mother quickly picked up on the fact I was more distracted than usual and blessed my departure.”  
“Must remember to thank Frigga for this Christmas surprise,” you joke, pretending to jot down a note. 
The curious arch of Loki’s brows soon contorts into an expression of ecstasy as you begin to work your lips along the column of his neck, nipping at his skin.
“Gods,” he quietly says, shifting beneath you and tightening his grip on your waist. His low rumble of pleasure is a sound you can happily lose yourself in. With a final press of your tongue to the erogenous zone below his ear, you lean back, but Loki is quick to capture your lips in a blistering kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close and savoring the taste of him. A trace of mulled wine lingers on his mouth, and you wonder if he left Asgard in the midst of the aforementioned Yuletide celebration. 
“So, are you going to tell me?” you murmur against his lips. “Or am I to believe it was only the thought of startling me in the middle of the night that drew you away from your royal duties?”
“What?” Loki’s brows furrow in sincere confusion, his mouth agape.
“You said you were distracted…”
“Oh, yes. That.” The knowing glance he gives you in response sends a jolt of arousal coursing through your body. He clears his throat, running his hands under the curve of your ass before rolling you over onto your back.
“I was distracted by you,” he says, pulling your robe open. “You infiltrated my every waking thought, you infuriating woman.”
“That’s hardly surprising,” you giggle, biting your bottom lip as he magicks away his armor. His alabaster skin is ethereal under the amber glow of the blazing fire, every dip of his chiseled torso cast in devastating shadows, muscles rippling beneath his taut skin as he leans over you. Your fingertips ghost over the fine smattering of hair below his navel, their sensuous journey interrupted by a band of leather. You whine, tugging at his trousers. 
“Patience, darling,” he snickers, kissing along your collarbone. His tongue flits along the valley of your breasts and a white hot heat coils in your hips. Loki tilts his chin up, darkened eyes piercing your very soul. “I’m not going anywhere.”  
He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth as he moves against your skin. You arch into him with a gasp, fingers digging into the broad expanse of his shoulders, his lithe muscles rippling under your touch.
“And we’ve both been so very patient, haven’t we?”
A wolfish grin creeps across his face as he tenderly pushes your thighs toward your stomach, his hands pushing your knees outward as you offer yourself up to him. You’re completely exposed, but any hint of inhibition dissipates as you note the unadulterated lust in your lover’s eyes.
Loki inhales sharply, greedily consuming what little air is left between you. Within seconds his mouth is warm against your cunt, and a broken moan escapes you. You twist your fingers into his hair as your entire body shudders in response to his enthusiastic movements, your frenzied mind attempting to process the situation. Twenty minutes ago, you were content with the idea of crawling into bed with a tin of shortbread and a good book. And now? Well, if you’re not careful, you’re going to come before things even get started. Loki realizes this and lightly grabs your wrist, removing your hand from his hair and guiding it behind your knee.
“Here,” he says, his hand engulfing yours as he presses it firmly against the back of your trembling thigh. Your pussy clenches at his simple command as you obediently move your legs further apart, contorting your body to his will. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you—all of you—as you settle into the new position, your back relaxing into the softness of the cushions beneath you.
The soles of your feet brace against his clavicles as he dips back between your legs, sucking at the soft flesh along your inner thigh before returning his attention to your core. When his eager tongue glides past your cunt to circle the sensitive area further down, you nearly levitate off the sofa. 
Loki groans as he laps at you, his sinful slurps creating an intoxicating melody in your mind, the Christmas music long forgotten. You choke on air as the calloused pad of his thumb finds your clit, languidly rubbing circles as his tongue continues to explore your hole. The novel sensation is nearly enough to send you over the edge.
Thoughts of experiencing Loki this way had dwelled in the dark recesses of your mind for months now. You’d shamelessly pleaded for it during your last night together all those weeks ago while in the throes of passion. But Loki, with his silver tongue and roguish charm, was infuriatingly persuasive and surprisingly sensible. And so you had agreed to wait.
“Don’t tempt me, little one,” he had coyly responded as he slid the tip of his cock along the curve of your ass, trailing down until he made contact with your cunt. Yet the intensity with which his fingers dug into your hips as you begged for more let you know he wanted it just as much as you did.
“Something to look forward to,” he’d mumbled into your ear as he pressed his firm chest against your back, the sheen of sweat coating your skin intermingling with his as he buried himself inside your cunt for the third time that evening.
Your wait, it seems, is over.
“Norns, you’re divine,” Loki says, lifting his head to peer at you across your heaving torso. He continues rolling his thumb over your clit as he kisses along your stomach, his soft curls falling across your exposed skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Shall I keep going?”
“Yes,” you rasp, doing little to conceal the urgent need in your voice. “But don’t we need the–”
You nod toward the bedroom, alluding to the bottle of lube tucked away in your nightstand. But the words catch in the back of your throat as a cool, lubricated finger nudges where Loki’s mouth had just been. You glance down at the god, furrowing your brow as you observe a flash of seidr ignite the space between you. 
“Well, that’s convenient.”
Loki lets out a breathy laugh as he looks up from his spot between your legs, his eyes dark with desire. His raven hair falls in a curtain around his face as his gaze darts back down to your center. 
“I’m giving you exactly what you asked for.” Loki grins, slowly pressing his middle finger inside you. You nearly sob as your anticipation is engulfed by a rush of euphoria.
“I’m giving you all of me,” he adds, an exhilarating ache rippling through your core as a second finger joins the first.
“Oh my god,” you  cry out as the blend of forbidden and familiar pleasure overwhelms your senses. Loki’s fingers steadily move inside you while he licks a wide stripe through your folds and you toss your head back with a hiss. 
“Relax, love,” he says softly, wrapping a large hand behind your knee and guiding it over his shoulder. As you settle into the new position, Loki’s gifted tongue swirls around your throbbing clit, the skillful drag of it sending adrenaline searing through every nerve ending in your body.
“You’re doing so good,” he continues, his voice ragged and deep as he watches you squirm beneath him.
“S-so good,” you echo, keening at his praise. “Loki—fuck—you feel so good.”
He continues to gently move his fingers inside you, pushing deeper with each pump until you feel his palm flatten against your cunt. You slur his name, winding your fingers into his hair once more in an attempt to ground yourself. It doesn’t work. 
“More. Please,” you beg, the words tumbling from your lips without conscious thought. Loki responds by stilling his motions and removing his fingers from you. You huff, pushing yourself up into a seated position and forcing Loki to shuffle onto his knees to avoid sliding off the edge of the sofa. What the hell? 
“Loki…” you caution, your heart wildly beating in your chest as he tauntingly returns your gaze. He simply laughs, clearly amused by your little display of assertiveness.
“Feisty tonight, aren’t we?” he says, hands trailing up your thighs and around the curve of your ass. You both know you’re at his mercy tonight. “I knew I saw your name on the naughty list.” 
“You’re not playing fair.” 
No, he’s just playing on his own terms. Taunting you like he always does—a cat toying with his mouse. 
“I’m merely trying to determine exactly how much more you can take,” he drawls as he nuzzles his nose along your neck.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you respond coyly, running your fingertips along his leather-clad erection.
You know he can see right through you, can sense the way he’s driving you mad. And before you can give your next bratty retort, Loki tightens his grip on your ass and forcefully pulls you toward him. As your bare chest makes contact with his, a shiver rolls down your spine.
“Oh, I think you do,” he says, reveling in the power he possesses. You moan into his mouth as his hands roam your body with a hunger that leaves you breathless. All that matters is the feel of his tongue against yours, the touch of his cool hands on your heated skin. Your pulse quickens as Loki pulls away to admire you, his eyes glazed over with lust. You need him. All of him. Now.
“And I need to hear you say it.”
“I want this, Loki,” you concede breathlessly. “I want you.”
“Words cannot convey how much I want this—want you—in return, my love.” A reassuring smile spreads across his features as he coaxes you to lie back down. Your heartbeat thrums with excitement as you comply with his request, and as you open your legs for him once more, you feel his eyes burning into your skin like a fiery brand.
“You’re sure?” Loki asks quietly, dropping his mask of dominance a moment as he brushes a finger along your slit, skimming the delicate skin between your ass cheeks with the pad of his thumb. 
“Y-yes,” you whimper as he finally—completely—undresses himself in a wave of gold.
Stunning, you think, taking in the vision of Loki kneeling between your legs. His chest heaves with each shallow breath, his cock resting heavy against his muscular thigh. You let out a small whine when his hand leaves your body, wrapping it around the base of his shaft instead. He tosses his head back, and the small grunt that tumbles from his lips as he begins to stroke himself is positively sinful.
“Say it again. Please,” he chokes out, tugging the foreskin over the glistening, swollen head of his cock.
“I need you, Loki,” you say, shifting against the blankets and cushions.
He’s unwaveringly graceful as he guides your legs around his hips, positioning himself above you as the tip of his cock presses into your tight entrance. The pressure is beyond anything you’ve experienced before, and for a fleeting moment, your eyes widen in trepidation. 
“Breathe, darling one.” 
And so you do. Loki guides your breaths as he steadily stretches you to what you’re certain is your limit. You begin to lose yourself as the heady scent of sex wisps through the room like tendrils of Loki’s seidr, entwining with the heightened groans of carnal bliss. 
“Talk to me. Are you okay?” 
“So full. But… but good,” you manage to say, and it’s the truth. As your body relaxes into his movements, everything becomes more comfortable. Your hands graze down his back until they find the firm swell of his ass, pulling him deeper.
Loki growls out an old Norse curse as he bottoms out—his hip bones flush against the back of your thighs. You’ve never taken this much of him before, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You clench in response. 
“My perfect girl,” he praises. With controlled precision, he starts to rock into you and every throbbing inch of his cock drags against your walls in the most delicious way. Soon, his fingers are circling your swollen clit and the pressure in your hips becomes too much to bear.
“So perfect,” he repeats between grunts, your body writhing as he brings you closer and closer to release. Like a caged bird set free, you soar higher and higher, the world spreading beneath you in all its glory as you ascend toward the stars. With one final thrust, you come undone.
Loki presses his forehead to yours as a strangled whimper rips from his throat, his own orgasm quickly following yours. 
You stay like that for a while, a tangle of limbs and heaving breaths on your sofa. Eventually, everything comes back into focus: the fire, the music, the twinkling tree. 
“That was quite the gift,” you say as Loki settles beside you. 
“Certainly, you don’t think that was your only gift?” He tuts and casts you a rakish wink. “Your next surprise awaits you in the bedroom.” 
You giggle as Loki stands and scoops you into his arms. 
“Honestly. What kind of imbecile gives their love only one orgasm on Christmas Eve?” 
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loki-ioki · 9 months
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art fight attack for @bubblebaath
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jennrypan · 6 months
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...Imagine a loki series where he gets to think about his family instead of who the fuck he's gonna have sex with :))
Imagine a loki series where he's just tryna find where his family was happy, where Frigga is alive and he and Thor didn't hate each other
Imagine a series where it shows him going to different universes while escaping tva HIMSELF cuz he's not incompetent, imagine one where he uses his magic more properly. Where we see his Jotenheim form?? :)))
And it's not about if he likes his female self or fucking Mobius..Morbid? Mobius omg. Cuz THAT WOULDNT BE THE MAIN FOCUS (Also. Tbh both ships are boring. Sorry not sorry. Loki had more chemistry with Tony damn stark and that was brief and in the first avengers movie. Like..omg please. Leave him signal. PLEADE NOT EVERYONE NEEDS A LOVE INTEREST.)
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softiedingo · 5 months
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ok but this moment was perfect for a kiss, a teary-eyed hug, a beautiful emotional phrase, a funny shitty line from mobius, just- anything to ease the pain of the next scenes
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marvel you evil bitch :(
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midnottart · 10 months
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⚡️🐍 • Summer time is approaching and I sure wish I had someone being able to conjure thunder storms to clear the air 🌩️
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paper-star-ships · 2 months
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Y’all ever had a crush on a character from a source you’ve never seen or is that just me
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will-solace-aaaaa · 1 month
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@nico-di-angelo-aaaaa if we were characters from the loki series I would be loki and you would my my little mobius mobius mobius boyfriend
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pennie-dreadful · 5 months
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littlelokilad · 5 days
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Well lads, this is it from me for the foreseeable future :)
I can’t justify spending my time here anymore, the barrage of hate doesn’t really bother me but it is very inconvenient and distracting.
I’m literally just here to connect with other chill Loki fans and if I can’t do that peacefully then what’s the point?
Doesn’t matter if I turn off anon because people DM me from burner accounts, so it makes the app pretty pointless as I’m mostly here to engage with friends.
Not deleting because you never know, I could warm up to the idea of being back again.
I’ll still upload fanfic on AO3 probs.
Most of the good ones know where to reach me.
Stay kind, and live laugh Loki or something like that.
@queen-paladin @infinitystoner @lokisgoodgirl @michelleleewise @ladyofthestayingpower @liminalpebble @muddyorbsblr @litaloni @itsybitchylittlewitchy @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lokisfavtoy @vanilla-daydreaming @mischief2sarawr @acidcasualties @lunarnights95 @eloquently-spoken-trash @glitterylokislut @latent-thoughts @sarahscribbles @loopsisloops @greenfrosticle
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worstloki · 1 year
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Idowu Koyenikan // Wealth for All: Living a Life of Success at the Edge of Your Ability
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honeytrap-graham · 4 months
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don’t think about mobius leaving the tva not only bc he had lost his purpose but also bc he knew loki wouldn’t be able to see him there. so he took his life, one that he was conflicted abt knowing, just because this way he could at least keep going knowing loki was watching over him, watching him live the life that loki wanted him to be able to choose even if not one mobius would have chosen if given the option
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