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This blog contains random, unorganized stuff from different fandoms. This blog is updated whenever I feel like it.
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18+ content about half way down, nothing extremely explicit <3
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Loki who adores kissing you!
Loki who kisses your forehead as a form of reassurance. When you feel doubtful, afraid, upset, and sometimes words aren't enough, he presses his lips just below your hairline, conveying what his voice alone cannot.
Loki who kisses your nose in greeting, when you pout, or just to see your face scrunch up. Who loves the way it makes you smile, even if you're trying not to.
Loki who covers your entire face in kisses (Im a firm believer that yes, he suffers from cuteness aggression.) When he cant find a way to verbally express his affections he'll wrap you up in his arms, kissing every inch of your face until your breathless with giggles and he's all smiles and softness.
Loki who kisses your hands because he was raised a prince and treats you like royalty yourself. Kisses to your knuckles, fingertips, palms, pulse point, treasuring your hands like you yourself are holy.
Loki who kisses your lips like he's starved for you. Cozy, quiet nights where all that matters are his lips pressed to yours. Soft, meaningful make out sessions full of reassurance between kisses. Heated, teeth clashing kisses, tongues entangled and hearts racing.
Loki who kisses your neck just to hear you sigh in relaxation, or whimper in pleasure. Regardless of how sensitive you are there he adores taking his time buried in the crook of your shoulder, gently bruising up your skin.
Loki who kisses every inch of your body like he's worshipping you. Lips traveling down your sternum, along your stomach, over your hip bones. Whispers of breath between kisses up your thighs. Kisses meant to tease and show utter devotion at the same time.
Loki who loves barely there kisses to your clit, kitty licks between kisses while you whine for him to get on with it. He adores the sounds you make, your fingers tugging his hair, the way the faintest of touches makes you tremble.
Loki is obsessed with kissing you!
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Loki tag list: @soulpiercing
^comment if you want to be added <3
( this beautiful gif is by @janesfoster from this set ! )
the biggest, hugest, most important thank you to @kostovas who documented and put together this masterlist of nearly ninety drabbles i wrote for this specific pairing in 2017. these two have consumed the loki/reader tag on my blog, and saraeli went and had all the links listed in their notes.
that being said, here’s a chronologically listed drabble masterlist for my loki / reader pairing (often referenced to as fake!wife since their relationship was built off a fake marriage on sakaar)
pairing: loki / f!reader
tags: fake marriage, fake relationship, enemies to lovers, angst & comfort, eventual smut, nsfw, drabbles, continuity errors, don’t look at me this was years ago, loki gets a hug, complex villain arcs, canon divergent, sub!loki, scientist reader
More Mantis, big shocker! Was thinking about the fact that the movies really missed out on some crazy potential of really laser focusing on the offscreen implications of her lore. Also considering how to tie together that and the Celestial Madonna stuff...still wondering how they're gonna try to play that in Rivals...deeply disturbing storyline am I right... (sorry, had to delete and repost for edits and because uhhh I accidentally put it on the wrong sideblog sorryyyy)
Me everyday of 2026 so far.
The Night Manager | Season 2, Ep. 2
(w/c: 986)
Pairing: loki x fem!reader
Genre: fluff, angst (kinda?)
Summary: reader can’t find their favorite hoodie and loki has something to do with it
Warnings: lost comfort hoodie(?), loki keeps breaking readers’ stuff (by accident)
A/N: very loosely edited and i have no idea what i’m doing but i thought it was cute and wanted to post :)
You had been rummaging through your closet for the past fifteen minutes in search of your favorite hoodie. The weather finally got cooler and you were beaming at the thought of being all cozied up in sweaters, hoodies and jackets once again. The only problem was you couldn’t find your favorite hoodie anywhere, which was completely ridiculous as you knew- thought you’d tucked it safely into your closet a few months back.
Loki x F!Reader
A/N: good day to all. I've just watched the first 3 eps of the night manager s2. First off, I'm loving these episodes (but my heart isn't because they put me through genuine anxiety LMAO). Second off, THAT scene in ep3 might just be the hottest thing ever to me I'm not even joking. Just thinking about it now has a chesire grin growing on my face, I am the happiest girl ever for having seen it (and I keep rewatching it). I will not spoil anything, just recommending the show to people, because it's very good and I find that everyone gives great performances in it! Anyways, BECAUSE I spent 3 hours seeing tom hiddleston being really sexy, my mind got inspired, so here is this horny ass mess <3
CW: Author is going through bisexuality flare ups and it shows in her writing here, Loki does not follow the rules (who's surprised), Loki is horny (same) (+ when isn't he), Loki is desperate (our favourite warning guys), Reader is desperate too, SMUT (dirty talk, allusions to oral (f! and m! receiving), praise kink kinda, horny desperation from both parties, riding, promises of f!receiving oral, talk of their past trysts, breast worship, Loki moans/groans), UNBETAED, no mention of y/n
(3k words)
(let's imagine the context for him being on his back is happier (more pleasurable), okay?)
It wasn’t surprising for Loki to be called annoying or even audacious when it came to his wants and needs. However, it became evident that his usual state was nothing compared to what he was like when injured. And, unfortunately for everyone even remotely involved, he currently was just that.
An accident during his training with Thor, or so they’d both claimed. Loki had left their chambers early that fated morning in order to ‘maintain his infallible skills’ by besting Thor. However, it had not been Loki that returned to their chambers an hour or so later. No, instead, it had been a young serving boy (who was oftentimes more of a messenger than anything else), a paleness to his face, likely borne of worry, as he had come face to face with the princess at the door.
“My lady… You are being called to the healing wards, if it please you.” He had stumbled out the words, looking up at her with worry as to how she would react.
“… What? Whatever for?”
“… The Prince Loki, your highness. Rather, the healers are calling after you, princess.”
in citrus & in health.
loki would peel the orange, even if you weren’t sick.
𖤘 .ᐟˎˊ˗⋆ m!loki/gn!reader. sick!fic. no use of y/n. established relationship. self indulgent because i have the immune system of a walnut. reader just wants an orange. loki isn't the worst caretaker. gross overuse of fluff/comfort. wc: 1.1k
the morning starts out slow.
the way you like it, with nothing important on the schedule until after ten a.m.
the ease grants you the opportunity to go through your morning routine slowly, which is nice, considering that the longer you're vertical, the more it feels like you were hit by a bus during the night.
you attempt to ignore it: the lingering scratchiness in the back of your throat and the watering in your eyes. you focus instead on the breakfast you'd been excited for.
but even putting the cinnamon rolls into the oven leaves you feeling as if you need to sit down.
it's just allergies, you tell yourself.
you make it another hour, sluggishly moving about the house, before you finally give in to the temptation of bed.
you bury yourself underneath a mountain of blankets, pulling the extra quilts from the hallway closet. your body feels chilled, but every time you brush a hand against your face there's warmth.
it'll pass, you think, turning closer into your pillow.
Variety Studio: Actors On Actors
Pairing: head chef!Loki x f!food critic!reader
Warnings: AU, missing tuna, overuse of em dash(?)
Wordcount: 307
For the January Jumble Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles | Jan 8th: “Where the fuck is the fucking tuna?”
A/N: Finally, a chance to use my Loki loves cooking headcanonnnnn
Building a headcanon on this headcanon...
One night they're really invested in the book and getting close to the ending, so Bob keeps reading to her during a late night dinner and afterward, when she's curled up on the couch.
Yelena's eyelids start to get heavy. "You know, I think this trick of yours is actually working."
Bob glances up from the page, marking the chapter with his thumb. "You're falling asleep?"
Yelena's voice is thick and raspy. "Yeah, I should go to bed, but I still want to hear the rest of the story."
Bob swallows. "I could, um...I could read the rest to you in bed. I-if you want."
Yelena blinks. She does want that. More than anything right now. "Yeah. Come on."
They shuffle into Yelena's bedroom, where she turns on a soft lamp and flops onto her mattress, burrowing into her duvet and arranging a fluffy pillow under her head. She lies on her side facing Bob, who shimmies up next to the headboard and clears his throat before resuming his place.
His voice is low and lulling, the most soothing sound Yelena has ever heard. She closes her eyes, letting its cadence and vibration wash over her.
It isn't long until she's peacefully dreaming. Bob notices her breath deepen, her body go soft, but he doesn't stop reading until the last page. He pauses, reveling in her beauty for just a moment before clicking off the lamp and making to get up.
The shifting sheets make Yelena stir.
"Bob," her voice emerges in the dark, and it's a small voice, vulnerable, almost a plea.
Bob stiffens, his heart skipping. "Yelena?"
"Stay," she says. "Please."
In the darkness, she can't see his lips curl into a smile. She only feels him sink back into the mattress, hears his exhale as though he was holding his breath.
"Of course," he says at last. "Of course I'll stay, Yelena."
It's Yelena who silently closes the distance between them, placing her hand on his chest.
But it's Bob who takes her hand in his. Threads his fingers with hers. Lies awake a little longer, wondering how the hell he got so lucky.
"I'll always stay," he whispers.
Pairing: Loki x f!reader
Warnings: fluff, teasing, engagement
Wordcount: 300
For the January Jumble Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles | Jan 10th: “I never disrobe before a gunfight.”
A/N: How is this a logical thing to write from the prompt? I don't know, guys, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. /silly
loki laufeyson x fem!reader
word count. 2.6k
excerpt. he loved the chaos, even if you had agreed to keep your relationship a secret, uncertain of how the others would react—and fooling around risked actually getting caught.
tags. secret relationship, canon-divergence (avenger!loki), sexual innuendos, flirting and banter, fluff and humour, making out, suggestive themes, a cameo appearance wink wonk
gif by mcufam & divider by cafekitsune
You kicked off your combat boots the moment you entered the Avengers Compound, making a beeline towards the kitchen. Post-missions always left you feeling hungry, and your body needed to refuel after enduring a long game of hide-and-seek with criminals.
It was a wonder how Steve and Natasha still had the energy to hit the gym. Shortly after the quinjet landed, they had mentioned wanting to get in a couple more hours of training before the day was over. Meanwhile, you were off in search for snacks, as usual, and Sam was going to treat himself to a nice, warm bubble bath.
You tilted your head, trying to release the remaining tension in your neck as you swung open the fridge. A light mist rushed to caress your features, and you welcomed the cooling sensation. Peering into the colourful contents of protein shakes, various Tupperware labelled with sticky notes and leftovers from last night's dinner, your eyes gleamed with satisfaction when they landed on a box of doughnuts.
A well-deserved reward after all the action out there. Your pains were immediately forgotten.
Greedily, you snatched the box, but just as you shut the fridge doors closed, a burst of bright green appeared in your peripheral vision.
"Hi."
"Shit!" A jolt pinched your spine. Startled, your fingers slipped from the edges, and your grip of the box loosened.
