#lokius smut

[hope-to-hell]

Night Gardening. Loki x Möbius. Dreams are just the brain processing past events. They’re not real, even if his senses tell him otherwise. Right? Smut and purple prose out the wazoo.

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Okay. Don’t break him. He can take so much more than you think but apply stress from a certain angle and he’ll shatter like— what’s that thing? Prince Rupert’s drop? Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. That’s the thing he saw once down in Engineering, crushed under a hydraulic press— only it wasn’t crushed. It disappeared, and when the press rose again it bore a hole in the shape of the drop. Glass stronger than steel, stronger than unstoppable force: it was strong, yes, but when Mobius held it in wondering hands he fumbled and it shattered— disintegrated— landing on its wispy tail and it was gone.

So he’s scared, you know? Reaching out means maybe getting what he wants, and maybe taking back a chilled and empty hand. He breathes out on a shudder and strains to hear Loki’s words through the haze of this dream, in this hollow in time carved out by sweat and tears and the iridescent shine of maybe it’ll be alright. Maybe I’ll wake up and

You’re wandering again.

There you are. I was afraid I’d be here all by my lonesome. Levity runs in Mobius’ veins; he can’t ever seem to get out ahead of it to find the words he needs to say and so he trails behind hoping the meaning comes through just the same.

If you were, you’d soon be unmade. And, okay,

Harsh. But listen. I know none of this is real, okay? I know you’re just something I’m making up while I sleep. But I still gotta ask. Are you alright? Ask stupid questions and get no answer. But he knows Loki well enough to clock the minute twitch of his jaw

(not alright, not for a long time, but there’s something on his mind and it’s more than just the Tree)

and how familiar are they that he can see it even here, in the flow of innumerable worlds? Okay, not the time. I get it. If ol’ tall dark and self-sacrificing over there wants to get something off his chest, he will— even if it’s coded in the flick of a finger or that way he has of shifting his weight just so. And anyway, this is a dream so Mobius can do whatever the hell he likes, right? He can even close the distance between them til he smells juniper and snow as he breathes Loki in deep. Easy, hoss. I should’ve done this when I had the chance.

And oh, if this is a dream then may he never wake up. If there is any justice left then let him remain here, half-draped over Loki with that clever tongue silenced, breathless— let him live out his days with this tremble in his thighs from trying so damn hard to keep himself in check. I used to know how to do this. I think. Doesn’t matter if he’s out of practice or if the angle is all wrong; all that matters is the way Loki strains to meet the kiss.

But for all his strength, Loki is bound in place: he is jailer and prisoner— no, that’s not right, he’s a conduit, a gardner— as infinite possibilities course electric through him and he cannot rise, cannot reach out, cannot pull Mobius down by the lapels and give him everything he never realized he could ask for. I— ah. I can’t— and please, please understand that Loki doesn’t bare his throat to just anyone. This is a gift. This is the pulse of artery and vein, of xylem, of phloem— yes, yes, somewhere in the distant unknown you passed a science class or two— and if they only get one chance at this, he’s gonna give it all he’s got.

And Mobius is so goddamned careful right up until the moment Loki nips at him, following sharp teeth with a lick that says I’d drink you up if I could.

Did you say that? Or did I?

Darling, does it matter? Oh. Oh, the word slips into his ear, past grey hair gone just a little shaggy, tip-tapping over his eardrums and hey, yeah, okay, he likes that. He likes that a lot. Mobius breathes in a single sharp breath and on the exhale pours himself down Loki’s throat: all of his being compressed into a single breath, tinged with salt spray and stubble-rough around the edges; it’s not nearly enough, but it’s all he has.

And Mobius shoots off in his pants like a damn teenager; he’s all spreading stickiness and it’s just too goddamned much but he isn’t finished yet. So he drops his head and threads one hand through Loki’s hair as the other is fumbling, searching for buttons, a zipper, anything— how do I get these open, did you forget that when you get the trousers on you’ve still gotta take them off—

Laces. There, just to your left and he’s in, nails catching at the knots; in his idle moments Mobius might’ve pictured this, but slower: maybe somewhere quiet outdoors with sunlight slipping lazily over his back, Loki’s hand closing over his— open your eyes. I want to see you— but this is worlds better; this is the ache between his shoulders and the drag of skin on skin; this is Mobius licking bitter salt from his palm and reaching for more; this moment does not crystallize but rather atomizes, drifting up and into the branches of the Tree.

Damn, I wish (I— we— could’ve found another way,) I mean, I want (more time. Why is there never enough time)— next time I’ll buy you dinner first. In the dream a little self-indulgence won’t go amiss; he can concentrate and maybe the next time he sleeps he’ll be able to come back and do this properly. Maybe he’ll follow the thread of this unraveling dream back to its beginning; to this place where he doesn’t have to hold so tightly to his memories, watching them fade out slowly til they’re just amorphous feelings. Maybe he'll stay a while and watch the ebb and flow of life through the branches of the Tree.

But the dream ends, as all dreams must; Mobius awakens with his head pillowed on one arm, the sleeve of his jacket pressing its imprint into his face; he breathes slow and quiet, rubbing his thumb across his first two fingers, listening hard for a fading whisper:

I tend to many worlds, but remember— the gods do play favorites, and I play for keeps.

[underwhelmingalchemist]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius Additional Tags: PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Bondage, Light Bondage, Established Relationship, Bottom Loki (Marvel), Top Mobius M. Mobius, Sub Loki (Marvel), Dom/sub, Dom Mobius M. Mobius, Christmas fic, Christmas, Christmas Smut, Loki is a brat, Loki BITES, Genderqueer Loki (Marvel), but author uses he/him pronouns for him because that's what the MCU uses, Praise Kink, Loki doesn't have a gag reflex, Author Is Sleep Deprived, this fic was written at 1AM, no beta we die like loki in the main timeline, ribbon used as bondage, "good girl", "Pretty boy" Summary:

Loki is bored. And unfortunately, knives aren't really an option. So he's left to sit on the floor of the living room, watch Mobius wrap presents, and complain. Eventually enough is enough, and the presents aren't the only things bound in ribbon.

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

Loki using his Shadows on you after your behaviour at a party

TW: Slight Voeyerism, sex with shadows, hints to somnophilia.

Odin had held a grand festival. It had beautiful nymphs and goddesses from different worlds. You had dressed in a beautiful black top with a matching skirt. The shirt cut off before your navel and the skirt cut off before your thighs.

Wrapped in a beautiful glittery veil, and a golden headband. You were stunning, in Loki's eyes you shined brighter than all the stars above, glittering on the ceiling.

Grünle a jöttenhimer had asked you to dance and you agreed to one just to indulge him. Suprisingly akward was far from it. He was a gentleman through and through. With slight jokes and remarks. You enjoyed his company yes. Buqt you wished to be in the arms of a god a few yards away.

Although those yards felt like seas. You knew this wasn't one sided as you felt his gaze on you, and you only the entire time. Grünle brought you close for the last time and gave you a polite hug.

Kissing you cheek, he smiled and told you to enjoy yourself. You simply smiled and said you would.

You allowed the music and the wine to guide you, mingling with he crowd. You didn't feel his gaze anymore. You started to turn but was caught when yoy fwlt something trace your waist.

Or rather.

Someone.

"You of all people should know that i get jealous very easily, especially with people i care about," he whispered gently into your neck.

He moved you to he music and you began to dance. You didn't need to look behind you, or at the long veiny hands infront of you.

And he was jealous.

He slowly twirled you and you glimpsed his face.

He was jealous.

The dance between you was filled with tension, he held you closer at parts, his hand going higher towards your neck as though to collar you.

You smiled to yourself, if he ever wished to do that, boy would you let him. He kissed your cheek at the end of the dance. Before stealing one from you lips. It was a quick one.

You only bit your lip and curtsied and after your dance gave your hand out to another, and another, and another. Till you swore you shoes had worn out. With every dance, they would swoop in a kiss your cheek.

You could basically feel his jealousy rising with each peck. You had gone out to the adjoining balcony for air. You tried to gather your thoughts. You had teased the god of mischief. Surely some form of punishment should be on its way.

As you stood pondering what you had done. You realised you weren't alone. You felt them.

His shadows.

You felt them slip under your dress, fondling and groping you. One even slipped into your hand and took your drink. Sliding it onto the balcony table.

The slowly relieved you of you dress sliding it off your shoulders. Soon you were on your back, softly moaning at the invisible person on you. You felt everything, from your breasts to your nethers.

It's not like you've never been touched there before, it's just that you've never been touched by his shadows.

The moved in sync guiding you to your orgasm, one went over your mouth to stop anyone from getting to hear you.

Loki was the type to either fuck you infront of everyone, or the keep your moans and pleasures to himself.

It stopped at your breasts for a minute giving it a light squeeze before heading up your face to your ear.

Over and over, these shadows were relentless. Guiding you to every orgasm. You were a sweating heaving mess. You turned to try and crawl away but they wouldn't let go.

Finally they released you. Cleaning you up aswell. Your mind was hazy and in a mess. Slowly one slid up your body again.

"The things I wish to do to you lovely, but alas my shadows will have to suffice for now, do not wait up for me love, i shall come for you, then, I shall have you, awake or not."

lo elysium.

You felt the floor open at your feet and off you went. You hoped loki would join you soon.

A/N: curtsied

Idk how to spell it and I'm too lazy for da shit

Also if y'all cannot picture the outfit, I got reference from. The Dragon King's bride on WEBTOON , CHAPTER 16

Also reader is either black or like dark skinned, am I projecting? 🤔 maybe🤷🏾‍♀️

[morally-grey-variant]

Loki politely asking you for consent like

[jebsaysmeow]

me: a virgin

also me: *writes 200k+ words smut fanfics and they're better than any p0rn script written by qualified s3x instructors*

[averydedicateduck]

my brother coming into my room after 3am looking for my cell phone charger: are you awake?

Me, with my cell phone in sight and on: no, actually I'm even having sweet dreams (-_-)

him: aka, reading a fic, right? about what?(°^°)

shows him

him: nevermind, I don't understand English but I bet it's gay

[fragilelovelythings]

Lokius got me on a chokehold, like I try to write some fluff between Loki and Don and I always end up with smut.

Well, what can you do.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Loki Master List

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Frostbite - (NSFW One-Shot) After being betrothed to another man, Loki makes it known how he feels about you through your dreams.

Part of You - (NSFW Drabble) Loki convinces you to try something new.

Worship - (NSFW One-Shot) Loki takes his time worshipping your body with his own.

Veritas - (NSFW Series) Loki pleads to your most selfish nature, showing you how good it feels to take what you want.

Loki x Mobius

I See You - (Angst/Fluff One-Shot) Mobius tries to get over Loki after the Season 2 Finale... until he sends him a sign on Christmas.

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[marvelmaniac2000]

Summary:  Loki finally catches you time slipping after you guys break up. Little does he know the different lives you guys could have shared.

Characters: Loki x (Reader (Y/N) Mobius, Sylvie

Subject: Fingering, foreplay, french kissing, angst reader, dominant Loki, makeup sex,  Loki season 2 (non spoiler smut) , 18+ ONLY,

Intercourse, doggy style, slow burn emotional sex, 

Words:1.4k 

 (I wish I could watch Loki again for the first time. I love the aesthetic. It’s probably the only MCU show I’m able to keep up with at the moment. Everything else is not on my agenda lately to be written about.) Wrote this late at night tired af 🤡

   You TemPad back into the TVA with burning red eyes trying to hold back the tears. There was nothing in your mind that mattered but some sheer solitude away from loki. He completely messed up your life. He was just a regular variant that needed to be controlled. What made him seem like he was any different from the rest? Maybe you were the weaker link in the TVA that he was able to manipulate the most. 

   You stood in the middle of the TVA main monitor before striding down the hall toward a vacant interrogation room. You slumped down in the chair and exhaled. Loki was under Mobius' responsibility and couldn’t run off without knowing his where abouts at all times. This was your chance to disconnect from whatever was happening. Mobius warned you many times before to stay away from him but you couldn’t help wondering what made this man think he was different from the rest of the variants at the TVA. Every flirtatious moment, slight touch and seductive gazed sent major shivers down your spine when he was even near you. Loki was helping you guys track down the unknown variant but little did you know that the same viarant apparently named “Sylvie” was something of his own new desire. 

    You heard a slight presence from somewhere in the dark room. “I told you, didn't I? Mobius lingered from behind. “Please leave me alone in my own thoughts for a second before you rub it in my face” “Nahhh I think this is all too good of a moment to pass up” Mobius slid his hands in his pockets. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much, just think about it for a sec…the guy fell for a female version of himself.. That isn’t someone worth gloating about... trust me” Mobius stood across from the table. “Well you know you can't help who you fall in love with” you whispered. “That doesn’t exist here. You had a job to do, and you preferred to be selfish and cause more timelines to branch out. I hope you’re happy” 

  “You and I both know that wasn’t the plan” you retorted. 

 “None of this was (Y/N)!.. “ He scoffed. Now you are a part of a case that I do not want my own friend involved in. It just became personal and more difficult, so I hope I won’t have to prune you.” 

   “Don’t worry. you won’t” you flipped your TemPad open and vanished.  

.............................

  “I care about you Sylvie and quite honestly I did at one point wanted to be with you but I don’t really like you in that way .” Loki reached out for Sylvie sitting down. “Look it doesn’t not matter what I think, the TVA is in complete shambles and that’s really the only thing that makes me happy at the moment.” 

  Loki looked up at Sylvie’s face and noticed a glimpse of hurt. “I think you’re a pain in the ass,” he chuckled. “Why? You got what you wanted but do you realize it won’t include you if there isn't a timeline to begin with?”

 Sylvie slid down off of the truck. “ I meant every last word. Now excuse me, I’ll like to enjoy my peace.” With a brush against Loki’s shoulder, Sylvie walked back into the restaurant. 

   Loki pinched his nose. His patience was running thin with everyone. For the love of god, he loved both you and Sylvie but only he couldn’t go back to the godly way of juggling several women at once. All he could think about was you right now and being wrapped up in your sheer company. Maybe he should just let Sylvie be alone for a while, he was sure she would be okay for the “time” being. First, he needed to find you and make sure you were not going to disappear from the end of time. 

    The gentle breeze swept your face as you inhaled the beautiful air from outside. You watched from across the street an amazing white picket fence house with a red truck parked right outside the garage. You moved your hands in your pocket and watched your variant self with a yoga mat and gigantic hand bag in the other. Also resting between your ear and shoulder was your phone talking extremely loud to whatever person there was. Just look at you, you did a sly smile to yourself and felt the sheer joy of seeing not only a different version of yourself but the most regular you but with Loki in it too. There he went trying to walk to the mailbox looking at maybe letters? Bills? Who knows. But it made you happy. Your variant self drove off in a hurry and waved Loki bye in the process. You wondered what it would be like to meet this version of him. Would he still look at you the same? Touch you? Or would he come off as a weird delusional variant? It wouldn’t hurt to try to see. Before you could take another step closer a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into another dimension. 

   You lunged toward an unknown bedroom. You turned to meet Loki’s gaze staring right at you. 

“Why?’ That’s all you could spit out. “I’m pretty sure I’m the last person you need to talk to save the universe? Am I not correct?”  

  “Listen, I can explain” Loki gently closed the gap between you too. “I don’t need to hear your lies” you didn’t even want to look at his face.

“(Y/N) please I love you” he took your hands into his and gave you those big pleading eyes.

“What about Sylvie? Isn’t she more important?” You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Just a friend my dearest” he brushed your hot cheek with his thumb. Oh how much you missed his touch. 

 “I’ll prove it to you” he slowly pressed his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth and let him take the lead. “I’ve always loved you and only you” he kissed the crook of your neck and sucked on the area that made you squirm. Your hands roamed between his loose strands of raven black hair. You gasped, making your grip harder around his shoulders. You backed away and slipped off your TVA jacket and pulled your shirt off.

“May I?” Loki gestured toward your pants and gently undid your buttons. He locked his lips onto yours wanting access with his tongue. You hummed letting him dance around your mouth. His hands pulled your pants down leaving you with nothing but bare lace panties. Loki let fingers slip into your bare wetness. You bite your lip watching him dance his fingers around your clit in slow strokes.

“Oh how much I’ve wanted to pleasure you” Loki soft fingers builded up the milky white wetness of your flower while you cry out in moans into his ear.

“Loki” you whispered, grinding your hips to his hand. His pace quickened while he devoured your neck with his wet tongue. Your fingers scratched his jacket wanting more of him inside.

“Please” you breathed. Loki pulled his fingers away and sucked his fingers clean of your juices.

“Lay down” he gently gestured you toward the bed.

“I want you on your hands and knees dear” You do as you were told and kneel with your bare ass in the air.  You hear the sound of a belt buckle before Loki adjusted your hips toward his entrance. You gently hitched your breath feeling him tease his tip inside your wet dripping folds.

“Are you ready my love?” he bent over nibbling at your ear. Moaning while you feel him fill you up.

‘Y-yes” you breathed. Loki smirked, ready to make you his. 

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[in-my-loki-feels]

Nothing like spending Valentine's Day sitting in a cafe, banging out a couple thousand words of Lokius smut. 😆

[yummygender]

Kinktober 1 & 2 (18+ OBVIOUSLY)

Pressure and Confined

Mobius wasn’t 100% on board when Loki said that he wanted Mobius to step on him. Not to mention that the youthful looking god was already tied down to the bed and naked. This was a bit much for this old man to handle…but that look in his blue eyes.

“Please Mobius…please…”

“But Loki, I’m wearing my shoes…”

“Even better~”

“LOKI!!”

The trickster laughed, finding the whole thing a game as the agent grew annoyed.

Fine.

He wanted pressure? He’ll get pressure.

Mobius stepped on Loki’s chest, digging his heel deep onto the pale skin as he tightened the ropes around the god’s neck, nearly choking him out as the agent began to smile.

“Having fun yet?”

No response…silence…which actually felt nice. All Loki could do was stare up at Mobius while his member stuck up like a flagpole, begging for attention that it would most likely never get. Not in a million years due to Loki’s need for Mobius’ attention to be all on his face. Loki was an egomaniac who loved the attention…it was only natural that he’d want Mobius to see his beauty on full display, but now the agent was getting a little worried.

“Is this an Asgard thing? Choking you out?”

“No…just a…sick fantasy…”

“Well, that’s one way to describe it.”

Mobius eventually let go of the rope as he removed his belt, pants, and underwear while he lifted Loki’s legs in the air.

“Ready?”

“Please…”

“Please what, little boy?”

Silence…

“P-please Daddy…”

“Atta boy, I was worried that I hurt ya.”

Mobius lined up and began to thrust as Loki gripped onto the cuffs that Mobius used to keep Loki still on the bed. Being confined to the dorm bed of the TVA would usually anger Loki to the point of no return, but luckily Mobius knew just what to do with an angry trickster god. Anal.

“Ohhh…Mobi!!”

“Yeah little prince?”

Loki whined and whined and whined like a spoiled brat as his face contorted into twisted expressions of pleasure.

“Gonna…”

Before Loki could form a full sentence, Mobius’ seed filled Loki as the trickster himself followed suit. The two began panting as Mobius pulled out and untied Loki.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah baby?”

“…I love you…”

[akashababy]

Loki x Top male reader

The air was electric as Loki and his beloved stared longingly into each other's eyes. There were no words spoken between them, only two burning hearts that wanted to express an intimacy that was too powerful to verbalize.

Loki reached out and brushed a stray lock of dark hair away from his M/N face, allowing his fingertips to trace a gentle line from his jaw to his neck. Loki smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips against his beloved's in a passionate kiss.

Loki let out a soft moan as the kiss continued, his tongue grazing his in a way that made his entire body quiver with anticipation. Loki felt his heart racing as he wrapped his strong arms around his

M/N body, pressing himself closer to his own.

The two broke away from their kiss, both of them panting from the exhilaration that coursed through them. Loki smiled and looked into his M/N eyes again, feeling the words that he never could articulate in full.

The two began to undress, eagerly revealing each other's skin to the new sensations that this night would bring. Loki pulled his M/N close to him again, his hands traveling to his back and enclosing around his waist.

Their bodies moved together as if they were made for each other. Loki felt his reader's warmth, their heat melting together and creating an unstoppable fire. His lips found his M/N neck and he kissed it hungrily, showering it in feather-light touches.

Their hands explored each other's curves, fingers curling around one another as they devoured each other. Loki felt his M/N hard against him, his strength pressing him further and further into the blissful oblivion that they found themselves in.

Loki's lips returned to his M/n again, the heat of their longing burning hotter than before. Finally, Loki let out a long moan of pleasure as he reached his climax, the two of them shaking with pleasure as they lay embraced in each other's arms.

This night was one that Loki would never forget. As his M/N slept in his arms, Loki smiled and kissed his forehead one last time before slipping away into the night, his heart burning brighter than ever.

[mama-emeritus-i]

So frankly, life has been lifing too risky recently lol. I was going to do kinktober but then got incredibly sick. So I might try and do slutmas. Also, please send some Ghost and Loki requests, I have the writing bug. Season 2 of Loki shattered my heart in the best way possible and it reawakened my Tom Hiddleston phase. So go crazy.