Stephanie | 32 | Gemini Bisexual Mistress of Mischief. Loki is my EVERYTHING! I will forever kneel for my King! What you'll find here: Shit tons of Loki & Tom Hiddleston ♥ ♥ ♥ also Marvel, Supernatural, mostly Destiel, Dylan O'Brien & anything elseI find pretty, but I'll keep those to a minimum since this is mostly a Loki blog. Don't be surprised by what you may or may not see here,my mind is permanently weldedinto the preverbial gutter! Smut Fairy here! No shame! I don't have any specific Loki ships that I like in particular, so you may see multiple different ones. I post what I like, if you don't like it then either just keep scrolling to something else or unfollow me. But no, please love me! This is a 100% hate free zone! Message me at any time, I don’t bite! Unless you beg me to! ;)
Do you write for President Loki? If so, can I get President Loki having some sexy times with a female variant reader who was pruned and now works for him? This guy just does things to me 👀👀
Hello my dear! I have been meaning to add President Loki to my character list, so indeed, I do write for him! I hope you enjoy!
(AN: As always, smut below the cut!)
You had fallen into the void after an unsuccessful trial in the TVA.
"You have committed crimes against the sacred timeline" or some shit like that.
You just knew you were fucked the moment they asked how you pled and they provided supposed evidence against you to make you look guilty as all get out for something you didn't even know you did!
Found guilty, and soon after pruned, you thought you were dead.
Then you awoke and saw him...them...looming over you.
The first female to come into the void in such a long time.
To say the least, the company was missed.
"Excuse me, my dear, but you wouldn't happen to be one of us, would you? Because you surely don't seem like one." He sent a darkened smile, eyes bright with mischief.
You recognized the face of the leader, having been one you had seen strolling around with that agent on your way to the trial room.
Oh, this was a Loki.
And he apparently had a lot of authority in this strange land.
"No, I'm not one of you." Your tone shook, eyes widening in panic when your hoisted up to your feet, one of his men holding you in place.
"Wonderful, then I suppose you'll be coming back with me."
"Now just wait a minute there, mister!" You huffed as you struggled against the Loki's grip, watching the Loki with the torn suit and "vote for Loki" pin turn his gaze on you. "What if I refuse?"
"Then we'll kill you and move on, though I would hate to hurt such a pretty face like yours." Your breath hitched when a blade was pressed against your neck.
To say the least, he persuaded you.
From that day on, you were worked into the gang of Loki's, serving along side your "president" and his merry band of men as you worked out a way to rule all who lived in the void.
Time was different here, the days feeling longer, and no time could really be tracked with how long you've served this Loki variant.
But you could at least say you saw the way he looked at you over your time with him.
How his eyes raked your body.
How his hand slotted itself in the crook of your arm to pull you along or on the small of your back just to feel the shivers that trace your skin.
Oh, the things this man wanted to do to you.
He finally had his chance when the gang went out to scavenge and search for the small group of Loki's hiding out in this wasteland.
Just you and him, left in the hideout to your own devices.
"(First name)?" He called upon you from his makeshift throne, a lazy smirk resting on his lips as he watched you look up from the blade you had been sharpening.
"Yes, Mister President?" You questioned in turn, your soft gaze always doing things to him.
Those eyes that hooked him the moment he met you out in the empty fields of the void.
Those eyes that made his loins stir with desire when he caught a glimpse of how the Lokis had been rubbing off on you.
A bit more mischief here, a bit more suave humor there.
Oh, and the bite back response that always drew a chuckle from his lips? He yearned for that filthy mouth of yours to be occupied with other matters.
"When is the last time you laid with someone?" He asked it as if he was asking about the weather, his smirk growing in response to the heat meeting your cheeks.
Oh, he loved when the color catches the air, the sight alone making him want to intensify it.
"I-I...I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me, little one. When was the last time you laid with someone?" He shifted on the makeshift throne to lean in closer, a lick to his lips following when he sees you trying to hide the intensifying colors on your cheeks. "And look at me when you reply, pet. I wanna see that pretty face of yours."
He watched as you turn to face him, cheeks ablaze and form tense.
Oh, he loved seeing you like this.
"N-Not in a very long time." You draw in a shaky breath. "Even before I was taken by the TVA." Your gaze flickered up to his own and seeing the darkened gaze brighten with mischief. "You?"
"Oh, here and there with a few wayfaring strangers quite like yourself, but they didn't last long." He huffed, leaning back on his throne and spreading his legs, the motion meant to draw your eyes lower.
The quick glance of yours didn't go unnoticed and only made his ego grow, finger held up and beaconing you closer. "Come here, pet. There is no need to stay so far away from your President."
He watched your frozen form, your cheeks burning and body shivering with anticipation.
He gaze an almost encouraging gaze, grinning with satisfaction when your form approached, his hands coming to rest on your hips.
"I can't have my favorite little follower be left unsatisfied for so long." His dark tone was almost like a purr as he pulled you down onto his lap, your legs falling on either side of his own and chest bumping his from the swift motion.
Your chest rose and fell quickly, eyes wide with shock at the Loki before you holds your hips so he can grind up against you, groaning softly at the friction alone.
The noise that left your lips was music to his ears as he watched your eyes flutter close, lips moving to brush against your ear, a nip delivered to the lobe.
"Undress." He commanded, pulling away to watch as your fingers went to work on the attire you had been clad in since you joined him.
He had made it a point to pick some of it for you before it went to your quarters.
He liked the idea of seeing you in something he picked.
In a way, it reminded him that you were his, even if you didn't know it right now.
His hands move to brush over your breast when they are exposed to him, humming with satisfaction at the goosebumps that litter your skin under his cold touch.
A soft sigh left your lips when his thumb brushed over the stiffening buds, then trail down to the expanses of your bare thighs.
He trailed the soft flesh there, a rumble of a noise rising from his chest as he purred in glee.
"Someone is excited." He gave a kiss to your neck, trailing them along in a sloppy fashion. "Practically soaking my trousers, you naughty little thing."
You gasped when he sucked a harsh mark over your pulse point, marking the skin there with a smirk.
Everyone would be able to see it, there would be no way to hide it, not that he would let you.
A moan fell from your lips when he repeated the process, marking you again as his unnoticed hand began unzipping and pulling himself from his trousers.
"Make that noise again, pet." He huffed, nipping the bruising skin on your neck before dragging his lips up along to your ear, a whisper of a tone following. "Do it just for me."
A soft grunt left his lips when your wet core grinds against his erect member, the wetness enticing his shaft to twitch with need.
Fuck, he just wanted to be buried deep within you.
He delivered another nip to your ear as he helped guide you down onto his member, the moan that left your lips making his heart hammer and lust blown gaze darken.
So delicious, the stretch alone around him fitting as if you were made just for him and him alone. Like two puzzle pieces coming together.
He wouldn't admit it now, but he could get used to feeling you around him again and again.
"Fuck." His tone is harsh, jagged like a blade with its punctuality when you're filled fully with him.
Your head fell to his shoulder when your walls clamp around him, adjusting to the new intrusion inside your body.
This only encouraged him, hand moving to your rear and giving a harsh hit to the flesh, hearing your squeak of surprise with glee.
He delivered another hit, growling when he felt another tight clamp around his cock.
He was going to fuck you raw.
Adjusting in the makeshift throne, one hand moves to hold your hip in place while the other grabbed at the nape of your neck, pulling you back to meet his gaze.
"Eyes on me, (first name). Tell me how much you love your President's cock."
He encouraged you to speak, but once he sets a harsh pace within your core, thrusting up into you, your words become jumbled and incoherent.
Each moan took over any attempt at dialogue, at praise for the man as he sent himself heavily into you.
The look of bliss and concentration on his features coaxed you to move along with him, earning a rumbling groan from deep in his chest.
The throne beneath you gave a light noise as it shifted with each thrust, each push of your hips in turn to his thrust upwards.
"That's it, fuck yourself on me." He huffed out, watching how your body took over the motions, continuing the pace as best as you could while his fingers dug into your hip.
God, you were becoming a mess just because of the trickster.
The way his breath fanned your face as he kept your gaze locked on his own.
The way he gripped at your body, getting lost in the activities you two carried on with deep inside the hideout.
His name fell from your lips when he found that spot deep inside you, working you like a toy that needed winding up.
Each pump brought you closer and closer, the pitch of your moans and sighs signaling just what he wanted.
With past partners, he didn't much care to get them off, only focused on his own pleasure, but damn did you make him feel like he was gonna bust early on.
You did things to him that infuriated him and aroused him all in the same.
He cursed your image in his head when you were away.
Damned everything when he caught you bent over to pick something up as he walked by, the view of you alone sending his body to heat.
Despite naturally being cold, you warmed him up like the sun heating the pavement on a hot summer day.
"M-Mister President, I'm gonna come." Your warning had him chuckling with glee, adjusting his hips and arching his back so you leaned further against him as he hammered into your poor core.
You're gonna be so damn sore tomorrow, or however long since time is different in the void, just as it is in the TVA.
"Then come for your President, dear. Show me just how much you like it!"
He worked overtime on you when he felt you begin to clamp around him, the way tears formed in the corner of your eyes as your orgasm hit one of the most beautiful images in this devastating world to him.
The way your mouth fell open with your moan of ecstasy, how your eyes squeeze shut, and finally how your body fell fully against his own as your orgasm rippled through your body.
He groaned at each squeeze around his cock, the sensation blinding him for a moment.
You take this moment to seal your lips with his own, causing his hips to still for a brief second as he registered just what was happening.
He's been kissed before, but never has he felt such a kiss as this.
One that drove his mind to blank and body to feel like a million volts of his brothers oh so precious lightning to travel through his veins.
His hesitation and the tense of his body had you pulling away, worried you had upset the man, but this his hand on the back of your neck pulls you forward and he kisses you with power and hunger.
He was into the thick of it now, knowing he couldn't give you up for anything.
You had to be his and his alone.
That's what sends him over the edge, quickly removing himself from your throbbing core to spill onto your tummy, coating you in his release as a hitched groan is purred against your lips.
You two sit there for a moment, looking at each other as you bask in whatever the hell that was.
Sex, yes sex, you had to remind yourself that you just fucked the trickster himself.
The variant Loki.
President Loki.
He holds a smug look on his face as he helped you off of him, tucking himself back into his now wrinkled and messed up trousers.
Luckily he had someone to clean these damaged clothing.
"Clean up before the others see you like this." He spoke normally now, tone lacking the playful context and simply giving an order.
"Yes Mister President." He caught your hand before you left, delivering a brief kiss to your knuckles with a wink sent your way.
"You didn't let me finish, my first lady." This brought a blush to rise on your cheeks, his smug grin from before going back to a smirk. "Don't bother with your clothes. I want to see you back in my chambers."
A chuckle left him at your surprised expression.
Did he really just call you his first lady?
And he wanted you nude in his chambers!?
"Oh don't look at me like that, pet. Now move." A quick slap to your rear sent you off, gone right as the hatch above the hideout creaked from opening.
He sits before his men as if nothing had happened, the sweat on his brow and unruly state of his suit going unnoticed.
The way kid-Loki says that line. My gods, it killed me. You can see by the way he says it, his voice even and flat, that it happened just long ago enough that he’s accepted it. But, you can see by the way his mouth scrunches into a tight line at the end how much it still hurts him. The way his whole face screws up after he’s said it and he immediately turns to keep walking, he’s hiding it… But, those words still taste awful in his mouth.
If I had to guess I would say that it was the “bleaarg! and stabbed [him]” moment that was mentioned in Ragnarok. And I would also wager that the stab, which was intended to be playful, was just slightly in the wrong place just enough that Thor couldn’t be saved.
Remember, that moment happened when they were 8 years old. Kid-Loki looks like he’s around 12-14 years old. That means he’s spent 4-6 years in The Void coming to terms with what he did.
He’s just a little boy.
He’s a little boy who was forcibly stolen from his home, from the body of his brother as he was bleeding out in front of him. He probably fought and screamed and cried like any 8 year old would have. The trauma is unfathomable.
But, now he’s “grown” and has to “hold his own”. He’s just a child but he is forced to grow up so quickly. It’s not fair in any sense.
Thank fuck for Classic Loki.
That poor old man, who just wanted to check on his family, probably had to hold that child as he wept. I give all my thanks to him. He propped that little boy up and kept him fed and healthy and helped him through the worst pain and guilt imaginable. I can’t imagine what would have become of kid-Loki without him.
anon requested. something fluffy/almost smutty where the reader is sitting in Loki’s lap while he plays video games for cuddles
a/n: you said almost smutty, but we’re going a little more than almost
You got home from work to find Loki in the living room, oversized headphones over his ears, speaking into a microphone while he played video games with the other avengers.
Parker had convinced everyone to get the same game a few weeks ago, and ever since, they’d all played together, Loki, Parker, Wanda, Nat, Tony, Steve, Bucky, and Thor.
You didn’t mind, you loved seeing your boyfriend excited about doing something with the others. It finally broke him out of his shell, giving him something in common with the others. He found that he was incredibly good, delighting him further as he competed with the others.
You set your bag down, and Loki grinned.
“Y/N’s home!” Loki announced before flipping off the mic and pushing his headphones down. You went to his arms, letting Loki envelope you in a hug. He kissed your chest, laying his forehead against your sternum.
“I missed you today. I want to try something.” Loki spoke, surprising you.
“Try what?”
“Go get a toy and get naked. I want to cuddle,” he answered, ocean blue eyes darkening with lust.
“But don’t you have another hour or so to play?” you inquired, looking up at the game that he’d temporarily abandoned. A devious smirk crossed his face, and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Yes. Now go.”
You gasped as your ass was slapped while you walked away. He just winked as he pulled his headphones back on, turning the mic on.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m back. Let’s go another round.”
You shook your head, wondering what he possibly wanted. Usually, he didn’t like to be distracted, but you’d come home from work and curl up on his chest, napping before the two of you made- or went out for dinner together.
You stripped out of your work clothes in the bedroom, tossing them into the basket. You freshened up a bit, pulling your hair into a messy bun to get it out of your face. Part of you wanted to slide on a t shirt, so you weren’t parading naked through the house, but you weren’t keen on testing Loki’s patience.
You opened the box of toys that rested in the closet, taking one of the vibrators like he asked. You made sure it was charged, and the buzzing in your hand made you jump a bit.
When you returned to the living room, you found Loki naked as well, a devilish grin on his face. He waved you over, temporarily silencing his microphone.
“They’re going to all listen to you, and you are going to sit on my cock and try to be quiet.”
“Loki-” you started, your words dying out on your tongue.
You were shocked by his deviance, even this was a little experimental for your colorful sex life. Despite your hesitation, your body reacted to his words with a starving shudder.
You walked to him slowly, and Loki pulled you onto his lap. He prodded at your entrance before sinking you down onto him, filling you up and stretching you. He kissed your shoulder, sliding his headphones over your ears, suddenly plunging you into the middle of the avengers’ conversation.
He turned on the microphone, smirking into your neck, watching you bite your lip. Loki turned on the vibrator, nestling it under your clit, holding in laughter as you gripped his thighs. He picked the remote back up, turning his focus on the game, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“Say hi, darling,” Loki pressed sadistically, and you shot him a vicious glare.
“Y/N?! How’s it going?” Steve asked excitedly upon hearing you were on the line.
“Hi, I’m good. Long day at work,” you forced out, trying to keep your voice as even as possible.
You shuddered as Loki rolled his hips a bit, brushing against a deep spot inside of you. You were thankful the others got distracted by the game, talking excitedly and allowing you to lean back into Loki.
You were determined to fight off your orgasm, not wanting to humor Loki and his insane plan. You knew realistically it would be impossible, you wouldn’t be able to hold out forever. Loki knew it too, he knew you secretly loved that you had to be quiet, a struggle for you.
You arched your back off of his chest, wiggling, making him falter in the game.
“Loki, man what the hell?” Tony asked, and you squeezed your eyes shut.
“Sorry, Tony, I distracted him,” you hissed out, Loki nipping at your shoulder in warning.
You leaned forward, bracing yourself on his knees, a choked noise falling from your lips as you accidentally made him brush against your g-spot. Loki’s gaze was delighted, and you suddenly realized your actions had the opposite effect as you hoped for.
“You okay?” Nat asked, everyone hearing the small noise.
“G-getting a cold,” you muttered, covering it up with a cough.
The toy’s unrelenting buzzing against your clit was driving you mad, and Loki watched you fall apart on his lap.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, darling. Go ahead and come, right here on the phone with all of your friends,” he hissed in your ear.
Though he was quiet, it was quite clear that everyone had heard him, and they began to tease you.
“Y/N, are you getting fucked on this phone call? You naughty girl,” Steve laughed.
“Such a filthy little slut, wanting all of us to hear you come,” Tony added.
Their teasing continued, and you bounced up and down, giving into your need. Loki met you halfway with hard thrusts, pounding into you, gasps and cries falling from your lips.
“Oh my god, listen. Such pretty noises, Y/N,” Wanda’s smooth voice floated into your ears, and you started to shake, the pressure building deep in your belly.
“Go on, Y/N, let us all hear you come.”
You screamed, throwing your head back as the pressure snapped, mind-numbing pleasure washing over your body.
“Oh my god, fuck, Loki,” you cried, writhing on him as he continued to fuck into your pulsing heat. His own release was leaking out of you, smearing between your bodies. You tried to pull the toy off, but Loki caught your wrists, making you keep it on through the aftershocks of a now-violent orgasm.
“Holy shit.”
You collapsed limply against him, and he removed the headphones, putting them on himself and switching off the mic.
“Good job, darling. Come on,” he hummed, easing you off of him gently. With a touch of magic, you were cleaned up, being wrapped in a blanket.
He pulled you down to snuggle back on his lap. Your head rested under his chin, your face against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you before resuming the game, snuggling you tight against him. Small kisses were pressed to your head as you drifted off, exhausted from your activities.
Personally I would be happy to know my yogurt was coming from a place that cared enough about its livestock to not only give then names, but to properly credit them in the finished product.
Hello! My name is Dez and I’d like to invite anyone interested to join my humble discord server dedicated to Tom Hiddleston!
The server is 18+ and is strictly enforced with a confirmation required to gain access to more than the general channels. But, once the new-recruit role is lifted you will have access to a veritable plethora of adult topics and channels including NSFW picture and chat channels, fic writing help and recommendations, RP channels, as well as any other fandom channel you can imagine.
Also, we will be holding a weekly watch party for The Loki Show!
We hope to see you there!
https://discord.gg/9NFcMpSC3R
(Any person who refuses to confirm their status as a legal adult will be removed.)
Hello! My name is Dez and I’d like to invite anyone interested to join my humble discord server dedicated to Tom Hiddleston!
The server is 18+ and is strictly enforced with a confirmation required to gain access to more than the general channels. But, once the new-recruit role is lifted you will have access to a veritable plethora of adult topics and channels including NSFW picture and chat channels, fic writing help and recommendations, RP channels, as well as any other fandom channel you can imagine.
Also, we will be holding a weekly watch party for The Loki Show!
We hope to see you there!
https://discord.gg/9NFcMpSC3R
(Any person who refuses to confirm their status as a legal adult will be removed.)
Hiiiiii, I really love your loki work and I've literally saved so many just to read them over again and I was wondering if I could request a NSFW headcannon where the Sub!reader has been a little neglected by Loki and he realizes it and feels super bad so he does everything he can to make sure she feels loved with like NSFW and a dash of fluff 🥺
"how are we feeling?" loki checks up on you, a hazy, twitching mess soaked in cum and sweat.
"g-good," you shiver as he licks up your folds, your legs shaking from the overstimulation.
he chuckles against you, his hands keeping your thighs from closing. "hmm, i don't think so, darling. if you can still talk that means i haven't fully exhausted you."
a finger prods at your entrance, and his eyes twinkle at the way you're so responsive.
"don't worry, i'll make up for the lost time. in fact, how about for every day i was gone you get three orgasms. one for the mornings,"
he slips his finger in, curling it upwards, eliciting a long high-pitched whine from you.
"one for the afternoons," he drawls, lapping up your nectar, slipping his tongue inside your cunt as you moan and plead for mercy.
he glares at you, a warning to stay still. you turn your head away shyly and try to bring your hands to cover your burning cheeks, but the silk around your wrists leave you no leverage.
"and one for every night i know you tried to touch yourself to sleep."
you whimper as his fingers speed up, your legs too weak to resist. tears of pleasure form in your eyes and your body locks up as you feel that high coming very, very fast.
and you know it won't stop any time soon.
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"one last, sweet," he gently pats at your cheek, making sure you're still awake. he chuckles as you nod dumbly, your strength long gone after the tenth(?) time he made you cum, leaving you to lie still and take the pleasure he so generously gave to you.
"i'm trying to pleasure my darling, and i can't do that if she's asleep, can i?" he teases. "now, lay back a bit. i'll be more gentle this time. savor it, love."
you feel his cock slide inside you, the feeling of being so full making you gasp and unconsciously pull him in deeper.
"you're-you're always so good for me, taking me so well," he grits out, trying to keep his composure.
"mhm," you sigh, your mind merely a floating mass of nothingness as he moves slowly, hitting all the right spots in you.
your orgasm washes over quickly- but it's a softer, warmer one, one that has you gasping and purring as you hit that sweet conclusion.
"there you go," he whispers, wiping away some half-dried tears from your face, smiling with pride.
he unties your wrists, making sure to rub your skin to ensure blood circulation.
"i'm so proud of you for taking all that so well," he hums into your ear. "i love you so much."
he can't help but smile wider as you mumble something incoherent while turning to him and burying yourself into his chest.
"please never leave me that long again," you whisper, pulling him closer.
"i might if you get this needy every time i do."
you slap him- at least, attempt to- because it comes out as a weak pat to his cheek that he merely snickers at.
"i'm kidding darling. i wasn't faring so well without you either," he wraps his arms around you.
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