CHAPTER WARNING: serious injury WORD COUNT: 2.1k

 Ilsa’s cries could be heard echoing well in advance of her arrival in the healers’ surgery. She was dressed in night robes, as if she’d tried to actually sleep during the raging battle while hiding in the Inner Sanctum. Her long, stout legs produced long strides made longer by her speed. In spite of her size, she could run like the wind.

“Where is he?!” she nearly screeched, shoving over the guard standing watch in the doorway, sending him crashing into a tray of medical instruments. “Fandral?!”

The Spare [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Alternate perspective of Two Gods One Heart from Loki No.3 live from the 'Cuck Chair'. Absolute nonsense. Although if we're splitting hairs, read that one first. (w/c 1.5k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Who the eff knows. Threesome. Cucking. Loki being a bitch to himself. Jealousy. Masturbation. Silliness. MMF. Fanfic of my own fanfic. A/N: I literally wrote this in like an hour and a half so please adjust your expectations accordingly😂 Just a bit of fun.

How the hel did it come to this?

Loki watched from the shadows as two identical versions of himself stripped their shirts and threw them down, grinning. Their leather trousers vanished in a garish flash of green from the hand of the ‘true’ him. Show off.

His own leathers still clung to the long lines of his thighs. Mocking him. Bastards, all, he thought bitterly, and not for the first time. The laughing, handsy Lokis’ had turned to fixing each other’s hair in a manner which could only be described as conspiratorial. How I hate them.

Lay Your Hands On Me Masterlist

This is an ongoing 2025 series

After the events in New York in 2012, Loki is banished to Earth and forced to repay society by taking a mortal job. He begins teaching A Study in Asgardian History and Culture at an elite American east coast university. While he tries to walk his "good" path on Earth, his will is challenged when he meets an eager and headstrong student, Charlotte. Will he be able to resist indulging in his innermost desires with her? (Hint: he won't 😂)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Author's Notes: The majority of this is horny AF. I wanted to write some filthy Professor!Loki smutfics and decided to try writing a whole romance story. There will be at least 16 chapters with smut- these two like getting nasty 😉.

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Excerpt from Chapter 8

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Hell yea! I can’t wait, happy birthday to meeee!

CHAPTER WARNING: bodily injury, character death WORD COUNT: 2.2k

It was difficult for you to process anything clear. Your ears were ringing, your brain swimming with dizziness and pain from the explosion. The blurriness behind your eyes could not be blinked back. All you could see was Odin advancing, Loki being attacked from behind when he turned away, and just as the ruthless former King looked about to strike a death blow, a flash momentarily blinded you again, followed by a crack of thunder that fell on near-deaf ears.

Loki felt instantly recovered, back to full-strength, if not stronger than ever. Jumping to his feet, he held Mjolnir triumphantly aloft in the midst of the falling bodies and ongoing fight, just as you’d seen. His skin flashed blue, and upon seeing their heir wearing his true Jotun colors, his brethren began to advance into the fray themselves, late but present.

Use Me (Loki Love Story) Ch.15

This was so cute!

Euphoria

Only For You [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Just Loki in your pants and in his feels. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Fluff. Mentions of violence. Language. (w/c 1k)

Loki’s lips trace over your neck with hot, reverent breaths. His hips rock up with each careful gasp, his hands fixed on your lower back like you might vanish.

You knot your fingers deep into the lengths of his hair, grazing his scalp, drinking in the heat of his cautious lust as he buries into the curve of your neck with a biting groan.

I'ma just leave these here for like... *Cough* Research purposes and such.

We should be responsible and not use this knowledge for evil 😈

We ride at dawn. #solidarity

I’m a disabled veteran. I am terrified of the day when I stop receiving my disability from the VA. (Because that’s what they want to do) even now, still receiving my disability, I am not making ends meet. I’m struggling financially, physically, emotionally. I don’t know what I’ll do when those checks stop coming. But it won’t be good.

Crosshairs - Chapter Thirty Three

Pairing: Jaguar Villain Tom Hiddleston + OFC

Warnings: There be smut. And entirely gratuitous BDSM theme - restraints, impact play, denial (sorry / not sorry).

Length: 2.5k

Summary: In which Cross and Verity have a difference of opinions, which they of course settle in a mature and adult way.

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The look of shock on Cross’s face made all the tearing across London and frantic texts totally worthwhile. Verity stretched out against the silk bedding and raised her hand; light filtered through the square cut diamond, throwing rainbows across the walls.

“The answer’s yes,” she said, “Just in case you were wondering.”

CHAPTER WARNING: violence, major character injury, I am really bad at writing battle scenes, forgive me WORD COUNT: 2.4k

As a child raised in the Inner Sanctuary, so much was certain. Your routine, your place in the hierarchy, your future, and your safety were essentially guaranteed as long as you obeyed the rules. In a way, the protective cover of the dungeon was a positive way to assure you that even with painful, strange visions coming without warning, you were going to be well in a matter of hours. 

Sure, you were never going to see daylight, breathe crisp, fresh air, kiss another (let alone make love to them), or become drunk from a goblet of wine, but at least you had an all-but-guarantee that you would live a long, simple life. 

YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

Frost fairy

Pairing : Fae King Loki x Fairy reader

Warnings : R18, soft Loki, smut, little bit of mean Loki.

Word count : 2,248

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Your glassy little wings flit and flutter through the air as you pass through the cold stone palace. From one alcove to another until you reach his majesty’s study. He was still there at his desk, dribbling away on important matters of state, far too engrossed in politics to notice you gliding into the room.

Your tiny feet landed on the edge of the desk, allowing you to look up at him as he toiled away with his work, staining his fingers with ink.

You chose to keep yourself as big as his smallest finger so as not to be found so easily. A strategy that wouldn’t pay very well for you, as he’d spot you anyhow, eyeing the lines of ice spreading along the desk from your little toes. It glittered a beautiful white and blue as you tiptoed along the edge of the wood.

He huffed in amusement, watching as your wings fluttered, carrying you up and over his papers.

“To what do I owe the honor of your company, sweet pixie?” He said as he pointed the soft end of his quill at your little body. You slip your little hands along the thick feather and push it down towards the desk to better show your face to him.

“I just wanted to see how you fared, m’lord. You always seem to be shutting yourself away these days.” Your voice was a wisp of wind tickling his ears, but he had to refuse himself the indulgence of pulling your tiny form closer.

“I am busy tending to the plight of this realm; I hardly have any time for flights of fancy.” He spoke so dryly that it almost made you sad.

You tiptoed around his parchments, fluttering over the blotches of ink left to stain the papers and landing on his unoccupied hand.

You watch as his lips curl up in a brief smile before he flicks his fingers to shoo you away. You caught yourself in the air with the quick flit of your icy wings before propelling yourself towards his shoulder and digging your teeny fingers into the fabric of his tunic.

Your body lengthens itself, growing as you crawl along his clothes, pawing over his arm and shoulder. Your wings flutter carefully to help you keep your balance, only for him to squirm under your hungry hands.

“You're no better than a curious kitten crawling up my sleeve. Stop that.” He throws his arm back, flinging you off of his clothes and out into the cold air.

Polite Punishment

Title: Polite Punishment

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary:  Loki is a jealous man and when you make the mistake of talking to another during the celebrations, well he just has to remind you who you belong too.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Smut, jealousy, Possessiveness, Manhandling, Marking, Praise & Degradation, Slight Overstimulation, fingering, rough sex, wall sex, sex in hall way.. Loki Being a bloody menace

A/N: I’ve missed him! Been so Bucky focused I needed my slinky boy! 

You barely had a chance to breathe before you were dragged into the shadows.

Loki’s fingers clamped around your wrist, his grip like iron as he pulled you into a secluded alcove in the Asgardian palace. The grand ballroom continued behind you, filled with laughter, clinking goblets, and the hum of a celebration. But here, in the darkness, the air was thick with something else entirely. The scent of candle wax and Asgardian mead lingered, but it was drowned out by the sheer heat radiating from him.

That’s what I’m talking about!!!!!!

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Loki x fem!reader part 6 (i think?!)

(not my GIF, but god i love that clip)

part 5 was here ↓↓↓

Love me a vulnerable Loki!!