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Forbidden

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Loki finds the reader with cursed erotic text in the middle of the night and is more than willing to guide her through it.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: forbidden books, “public” SMUT (sorta?), enchanted SMUT, choking, implied further smut

Word Count: 1240

Note: Nothing wrong ever came of a book, right? Tag lists and requests are open as always. Enjoy!

The book was just out of your reach. Your fingertips grazed the spine of the forbidden text you wanted. Or at least you hope it was. The library was dark and the minimal light from your candle wasn’t helping. It was just supposed to be a quick snatch and go. No matter your height, your goal was always going to be above your fingertips.

“Well, isn’t that a pretty sight.”

The cool, velvety voice made you snatch your hand away from the shelf and twist to get away. You ran into a tall, tone body clothed in the green and gold of the prince. He pinned one of your wrists to the shelf now pressed into your spine.

“Please, I’m sorry,” you stammered, “I wasn’t… please let me go.”

Loki took your candle and lifted it to look at the book. He chuckled. “This text is in the forbidden section for a reason. What makes you think you could handle such literature?” He cocked his head. “Perhaps you need some assistance, little one?” His long fingers grasped the book, plucking it from the shelf. He released you and place it in your hands. With a nod, he motioned for you to follow.

The library of Asgard was vast. Due to its size, there were various alcoves of study desks and others of reading couches. The was only one next to the forbidden archives. It was a small room with only one small desk and only one low couch barely big enough for two people. Still, this is where Loki led you. He tugged you to sit beside him and helped open the book over your knees.

It was beautiful. The gold illumination swirled and danced between figure painted into the pages. The figures intertwined with each other, moving in repetitive motions that made you blush.

“Is this what you seek?” Loki’s voice suddenly pulled you back into the room. He waited patiently.

“Yes. Thank you.”

He maintained an intense eye contact with you, before flicking his gaze to the book. You found yourself whimpering as he quickly removed your hand from the page. “Don’t touch the pages.” His own hand hovered over the book and glowed green. You saw tiny gold threads retreating back into the pictures. “People have lusted to death observing this text. You are too stunning to lose to such an end. No matter how pleasurable I’m sure it would be.”

Even with his warning, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Using a twinge of your own magic, you turned the page to a new set of illuminations more… inspiring than the first.

“Does it have to end in death?” you whispered. The small touch had ignited an ember of desire low in your stomach. “Surely two talented people such as ourselves could-“

“Are you trying to seduce me, little one?”

You couldn’t tell if it was the book or your own courage, but you moved closer and looked at him from under your eyelashes. “Perhaps. Am I succeeding?”

He smiled slow and deliberately. Taking your hand, he held it over one page, then did the same with his own. “As one. When I tell you to let go, do it.” After he knew you understood, he pressed your palms onto the pages.

Your head fell back as pleasure rushed through you. It was like sliding into a steaming bath so hot it cooled your skin. In your chest, your heart pumped faster and faster. Your thighs were pressed together under your dress, but that did nothing to relieve the pressure building. You were ready to give in when Loki called out to you.

“Let go!”

Unwillingly you took your hand off the page. Loki closed the cover and tossed it to the floor. Then he was on top of you, pinning you to the couch. His grip on your wrists burned with the same fire as the magic. Perhaps it was one and the same. You gasped as he kissed you deeply, ferociously, meeting him as best as you could. He gave a shudder of his own when you thrust your hips up into him.

With a shimmer of his green and your own magic, you were both bare before the other. The sight of him had you licking your lips. But that particular position had not been pictured. You would have to taste him later, given the chance. For now, you flushed as his gaze swept across your body. He growled and cupped his hand around your mound. Two fingers circled into your heat, making you arch off the couch. An intense fire glowed behind his irises as he wrought you to a frenzy. You clawed at his chest, creating thing red welts that had his chest heaving under your touch.

You were burning. A small drowned inner voice told you that if you didn’t come soon, you may not be able to recover. Loki’s face showed he understood the same situation.

His fingers pumped faster. You closed your eyes and gave a series of screams, each higher than the last. Then his thumb was at your clit, frizzing wildly. You gushed, cleansing your body of a wave of magic. Cumming eased the tension, but still, the ember of desire was there. And Loki had no such release.

Loki slotted himself between your legs, pushing them back roughly. Desperate. Still, he had the control to work into slowly, taking more pleasure from those first thrusts than if he had taken it all in one burst. Your walls fluttered around him, igniting the last of the magic. It rushed to the surface, threatening once again.

You moaned for him. “Please, Loki, move. I can’t wait-“

“Then don’t.”

He growled, taking for himself what he had already given to you. The couch scooted closer to the wall. Then it slammed into the wall, not nearly as loud as your cries. He was muttering under his breath with each thrust enchantments to keep the magic from overwhelming him. When his voice cracked, a hand gripped your throat. He chanted louder, loosening his grip. You gripped his wrist, keeping him on your throat, constricting your breathing so that the air could continue to shimmer.

Loki’s thrusts began to stutter. You pulled him closer, locking your ankles, clawing his back. He released your throat and sucked at your pulse point. Your toes curled and cramped, drawing him in. Finally, his body stilled. Your own body shuddered as his cum coated your walls.

Magic now spent, he fell back to lean against the wall. You remained where you were, focusing on breathing. Weakly, he raised his hand and hover it above your body, cleaning you and healing your bruises. You did the same, watching with a twinge of sadness as the welts faded away into the paleness of his skin.

You thought it was time to go.

Another moment later you were clothed. Loki followed suit but gently took your wrist. The One he had pinned ages ago to the shelf.

“Wait.”

You did.

He stood, worrying his lip before he tilted your face up. “Come. I have a similar personal text. One that I can use to pleasure you, all night without risking our lives. If you are able to walk, that is.”

“Are you?” you teased.

If the cost of a whole night with Loki was being able to walk now, you could run.

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I Am In Your Hands

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Paper cuts in the library inspire Loki to try something new with the Reader in the bedroom.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, knife play, slight bloodplay

Word Count: 1360

Note: I have to admit I’ve never tried this, but after all the fics I read to write this I might have to. Please be safe and only do knife play with someone you absolutely trust. And unless you have magic, be sure to have a clean-up plan included in your aftercare. If you want to be included on any of my tag lists, just let me know. And my requests are always open. Enjoy!

“Ouch.” You sucked on your finger and glared at the offending page that had attacked you. It was a beautiful illuminated text, but apparently dangerous to read. You reached out for another bandage.

A cool hand wrapped around your wrist. It pulled your injury up to equally cool lips that placed a chaste kiss upon it.

“Are we enjoying our reading, love?” Loki sucked on your finger like you had and bandaged it for you.

“Hmm,” you nodded. “It’s interesting and valuable to my work. But I wasn’t expecting a battle.” Loki stood behind you and rubbed across your shoulders and around your neck. You leaned back into his touch. It was blissful, but you pushed him away with a sigh. “I am almost finished, darling.”

Loki chuckled in disbelief. “If you do not come to our chambers soon, I will be forced to come to carry you off. Either rescue yourself in time, or I will steal you away.” He pushed your hair to one side and kissed the juncture of your neck, warm and slow. “Do not keep me waiting.”

You did not. Final notes and tomorrow’s work laid out, you left the library and stopped just outside the bedchamber doors.

“Come in, Love.”

With a smile, you pushed open the doors. You paused, confused when you could not find Loki. The doors closed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something sharp ran up your arm, then across your shoulder blades. It sliced through the back of your gown, which dropped to the floor with a whisper.

“Just say the word, Darling, and we can do something else.” Loki pressed into your back, trapping his length between you. He pulled his knife up your thigh, waiting for your answer. You replied by guiding him to run the knife up through the valley of your breasts. He growled and turned you around to take your breath away. He guided you back until your legs bumped into the edge of the bed. He released your mouth and stared at your bruised lips. After nosing across your cheekbones, he gave you a gentle push so you fell back onto the bed.

“And what inspired this?” you asked.

“You had been cut so many times today already, I thought we could try making some more pleasurable ones.” Loki stepped to one side and ran the blade up the inside of your thigh. “They won’t stay.” He brought the blade to his own skin. It gave off a faint green hue from tip to pommel, proving its Seidr origin. He gave the blade enough pressure to break through his skin. It bled a few drops, then disappeared in a shimmer of green.

“I am in your hands.”

Loki licked his lips.

You let out a shuddered gasp as he twirled the point around your breasts. Over and under and up to go around your nipples. When he flattened the cold blade against them, they hardened. You fought against pressing your thighs together, though you failed to hide the roll of your hips. Loki moved to sit by your hip so he could lean over you.

“Do you like that pet?” Before you could reply, he brought the blade next to your face. You had to remain still. Loki smiled at your lack of action. He dragged the flat of it across your bottom lip. The sharp edges caught the light and made you shiver as he pulled it across your cheek until his thumb was on your chin. Dutifully, you opened your mouth, gently sucking on his thumb when it was offered. Loki’s length twitched in his lap, but he was being very patient.

Every nerve was on high alert. But your body could not tell the difference between the danger and your arousal. They danced like one and the same, making your blood burn cold.

Loki continued to play, searching for the places where you reacted the most. By the tilt of his head, you knew he had a plan. It was revealed to you when Loki suddenly shifted to position himself between your legs. He pulled you to the end of the bed so he could kneel comfortably on the mattress, while your legs would be spread wide and your feet barely touching the floor. He braced himself on either side of your hips, keeping the knife out of the way for now. With each tempting thrust, he coated his length in your ready slit. Then he worked into you inch by glorious inch. His eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open, and his chest stuttered with a gentle heaving. When he had recovered, he gave you a sly dark smirk.

“Let’s play a little game, shall we?” He looked at the blade closely, then trailed it up your side where he knew you were ticklish. It gave you the strange sensation of wanting to shy away and lean in to feel more. As he pulled it across your abdomen, your walls contracted around his length and he gave a triumphant chuckle. “Just like that, love.” He lazily twirled the tip around your nipple again, shuddering as your body reacted. “Just like that.”

He knew you. Knew every spot where he could kiss to make you moan. Grasp and bruise you to make you arch into his touch. Where to blow cool air against your skin to make you shiver. He visited those points now with the knife. Shadowing over them until you whined for the touch of metal. Bearing down on them just above breaking your skin. Before long, you had thin red welts similar to the ones he would give you with his fingernails. But these felt different. More aflame.

You could barely see straight. Release was just out of reach. Your skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat; so was Loki’s. He held onto his composure, which left you more room to lose your mind in the pleasure. At one point he had pinned you to the bed, preventing you from moving towards the blade. That hand now pulled you up so he could kiss you. You scratched your nails down his back, leaving your own marks. Loki returned the favor by pulling the knife over your spine. Your body arched into his.

“Please, Loki,” you whispered.

“What do you desire, Y/N? You can come any time you like.” He leaned your head one way so he could suck on the juncture of your neck.

“Cut me.”

“What was that?” he hummed.

You whimpered. “Cut me, Loki,” you begged. “Anywhere.”

He pushed you back onto the sheets and stared at your body. His eyes raked over the work he had already done as if he was looking for a blank space on a painter’s canvas. He found what he was looking for.

You tilted your head back as the knife grazed across your collarbones. It trailed up and circled your neck as if tracing a tight necklace. When it reached the mark Loki had sucked, he gave you one last look of askance. Your voice was broken and strung out.

“Yes.”

He nicked your skin. There was a slight sting that made you grimace, but it made your heart thunder in our chest. Loki watched your eyes close and your hands fist in the sheets. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your wound, sucking on it.

That was enough.

You screamed. Loki held you close while you shivered through the aftershocks, letting you rock your hips. You finally stilled, panting. When you opened your eyes, Loki was beaming down at you.

“Stunning.”

Still, your skin felt like it was on fire. You rocked your hips up, confused when Loki pressed his hand to your stomach to stop you. “But you haven’t come yet, my king.” You squealed as he flipped you to sit on top of him. He guided your hands to his chest and a wave of green passed like a warm wave over your body, healing your lesions. He relaxed further into the bed. His knife disappeared. Another one showed up between your hands on his chest.

“I am in your hands.”

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When in Paris

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Prompt: Hi could I please have a Loki fic where he and reader make love in various public places in Paris ending in the top of the Eiffel Tower dom!loki please? {And:} Hi may I have a dom!Loki fic where he and reader are in Paris and he takes her in very public places?

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, public smut, smut protected by magic, risk of being seen, language, Loki being Loki, slight overstimulation, fluff ending

Word Count: 2560

Note: This is an incredibly naughty fic. It may be the city of romance, but I do not condone trying out these places in such a way. Except maybe the first one if it’s dark enough outside that you are hidden. Thank you to the anon(s) for this request! As always, my requests and tag lists are open, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

When you woke up the first time, your face was smashed into an unfamiliar pillow and Loki was tightly hugging you from behind. His breathing was even, still in the clutches of blissful sleep. You breathed deep and turned too curl into his chest. The glance of the room wasn’t enough to tell you anything more about your location, but Loki was there. You were safe.

The second time you woke up, Loki was stroking your face. His whispered voice humming your name finished pulling you out of your sleep. You hummed back and buried your face further into his chest. It was brighter. You were not ready to deal with it just yet.

“Come, love. I have a surprise for you.”

“Does the surprise explain why we’re not at home?” You suppressed a smile as Loki swallowed covertly. Busted.

“It does. And I think you will like it.” He pushed a curl out of your face and waited. When you still refused to open your eyes, Loki made do.

“Ow!” You glared at him and rubbed at your forehead where he’d poked you.

“Next will be the covers.” His grin promised that he would stay true to his word. He chuckled when you groaned and sat up against the backboard with you.

It looked like an apartment. It was painted light blue with gold accents and there were bright red roses in the various vases around the room. The matching drapes fluttered in the window, drawing your attention to the cool breeze wafting into the room. A Loki double shimmered nearby and pulled back the fabric. Outside you could make out a faint skyline, though the distance obscured your vision.

“Is that?” You gasped. “Is that Paris?” Before Loki could answer, you toppled him over in the bed with a flurry of kisses. You both laughed as Loki tried to speak through your delighted interruptions.

“You. Said. You always. Wanted to come.” Loki flipped you and pinned your arms beside your head.

“I like my surprise,” you said, beaming. A confused squeal erupted from your lips as Loki tugged you from the bed and carried you to the window and stood you against the outside wall. The confusion turned to fright as he tugged down your sleeping shorts. “What are you-“ Loki silenced you with a nip to your inner thigh. You knew exactly what he was doing. “We’ll be seen.”

Loki growled. “Your surprise is not complete. Now take it like a good girl and stand there. If you can manage it.” He didn’t let you argue and continued nipping at your thigh. He scratched his nails up your legs to your hips. When he had you pinned firmly to the wall, he nosed your stance wider and began to lap at your center. You moaned and bucked down towards his ministrations, clamping your hand over your mouth. He stopped. “We are several floors above the square. If they hear you, it will mean you are truly enjoying yourself. Relax. It’s all part of the surprise.”

You uncovered your mouth just in time to sigh something along the lines of ‘Yes sir’ as Loki added his long fingers to your pleasure. He curled and twisted them, relishing in the squelching and your breathless sighs. Your thighs began to tremble on either side of his face. To balance you, he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder, steadying you with his kneeling position. His slurping grew louder as you clawed frantically at his shoulders. At the edge of your vision, you could see the Eiffel tower, but your vision rolled into the back of your head as Loki roughly thumbed at your clit. You quaked against the wall as the orgasm washed over you. He hummed in delighted success and carried you back to the bed once your shivers had receded.

With a snap of his fingers, you were cleaned up and dressed in the matching set of underwear that was his favorite. You got up and swayed your hips on the way to the closet. “Did you happen to bring any clothes for me to wear?”

Loki leaned against the headboard. “I considered only bringing this beautiful selection and then clothing you with magic for the day. But if you drive me to distraction, as you do, I don’t want to share the sight of you with the other tourists.” He chuckled as you opened the closet doors to reveal a few of your sundresses. “Lady’s choice.”

You smirked at him and chose one of the longer ones with a heavier hem than the rest. Hopefully, today wouldn’t be too breezy. A hum of excitement settled into your skin. You were in Paris. And you were wearing clothes that could be ‘easily accessed.’

After pulling your hair back, Loki whisked you out the door and began your tour. He knew your list well. He promised the trip was going to be for multiple days, so places like the Louvre could happen later. Around mid-day, you arrived at Versailles. When the majestic palace drove into view, you gripped Loki’s hand tight and didn’t let go for most of the tour. It was everything you had hoped it would be. Beautiful and with a sad story, and so filled with a history that you spilled out to Loki with every chance you took.

The Hall of Mirrors came into view. It was crowded but emptied out by a lot as a tour group left. Loki tugged you into a corner and pinned you between him and the mirrors. He placed a finger on your lips and closed his eyes in concentration. A bubble like a two-way mirror surrounded you from floor to ceiling. Outside of it, you could see doubles of Loki and yourself reading a pamphlet. Inside the bubble, Loki sucked on your neck.

“You will have to be quiet here,” he whispered. “This magic is not soundproof. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You in return angled your head up to give him more access to your throat.

“Good girl,” he hummed. “You are allowed to make yourself cum, though I suggest you do it quickly. Your dress has been an inspiration.”

He put light pressure on your shoulders and pushed you to your knees. You reached up and undid the front of his pants and helped his length out into the open. With an arched eyebrow, he encouraged you to take it into your mouth. His jaw clenched as you followed his silent command and he gripped your hair tightly. Looking up past him, you could see yourself reflected all around you in the mirrors protected by the magic. Outside, the crowd was oblivious to your actions. You reached under your skirt with the thrill of it, moaning around Loki at how wet you were.

Loki growled in pleasure and warning. A patron standing outside looked around for the noise, then continued on their way. You moved faster. It was a bit of a challenge to keep quiet bobbing back and forth on Loki’s cock. You swallowed as you grazed over your clit. The jolt almost sent Loki off balance, but he didn’t seem to care. With a start, you wondered if his magic would hold if you ‘distracted’ him. You moved your fingers under your skirt faster. Loki’s grip on your shoulder and your hair tightened and his mouth was parted with silent panting. Your movements on him slowed as you reached your second peak of the day. His green eyes were bright and stayed on you, glinting with delight. They clamped shut as his cum filled your mouth. You swallowed it down, careful not to spill a drop.

When you were finished, he helped you to your feet and straightened your dress. He took your fingers into his mouth and sucked your essence off them. With another snap of his fingers, your hair was righted, his clothes were straightened, and the juncture of your thighs were warm as is he had cleaned you up with a warm towel. The doubles turned their backs to you and you walked into them, them fading into you as Loki’s magic ended. The rest of Versailles was the same as the beginning, but Loki’s hand on your hip or the small of your back reminded you of what else the day might hold.

It was getting dark. While there were still a few days to get there, you were kind of disappointed that Loki hadn’t led you to the place at the top of your list. You trusted his plan but still wanted to have that moment on the first day.

You were finishing a midnight dessert when Loki took your hand and led you into an alley. It was too dark to see where you were going, but you felt he ground change beneath your feet from stone to metal. When you emerged from the other side, the skyline was below you. You stepped away from Loki and moved around in the space. After a few seconds of observation, you ran back to him and jumped into his arms.

“You didn’t forget!”

“Of course not, love.” Loki kissed you on the tip of your nose, smiling as you scrunched up your face. “We’re coming again tomorrow so you can see Paris in the daylight, but I wanted to give you the nighttime view without the crowd. Enjoy.”

He let you go and tried to keep up a you hurried from one view to another on top of the Eiffel Tower. Eventually, he gave up and stood in one corner of the platform. Though you couldn’t see it, he watched you with a blissful smile as you rushed to absorb the view as much as possible. It amused him that you couldn’t seem to see enough of the lights of Paris. Normally the light pollution would prevent seeing the stars too, but that is what magic is for. He chuckled as you crashed into him; your breathing was rushed, and your face flushed despite the cool night air.

“Do you like your surprise?” he asked. You could only hum in delight as you continued to soak up the experience. He stood behind you at the railing, watching the city below while resting his chin on your shoulder. His hand resting on your hip trailed forward over your stomach, making your breath hitch. “Do you have enough for one more?”

You groaned and leaned back into him. “Yes, Loki.” You jumped as he lightly slapped the top of your thigh. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now stand still.” He reached under the front of your skirt and teased his fingers at the top of your panties. His touch grazed over your clothed sex, making you buck into his hand. His breath was hot on the back of your neck. You keened as he kept his touch on the outside of the fabric, still managing to work you up until he could feel your arousal through it. He nipped at your neck and sucked on your pulse point. Already you were so close. Loki knew you so well and knew how to play your sensations like a lustful instrument.

When he finally touched your heated skin you gasped at his freezing touch. “Loki,” you said, biting down on your lip. You gripped the railing hard enough for your knuckles to lighten.

“Be loud for me darling. Let go as much as you like.” His voice dipped into a promising growl. “Tell me how much you are enjoying your pleasure.”

You let out a surprised squeak as he snapped his fingers to make your clothes disappear. A shiver of thrill shot through you, making you giggle. You were naked on the top of the Eiffel Tower. Leave it to Loki to take your wildest dreams to greater heights.

He had your full attention once again as his skin pressed against yours. His length was pressed into your backside. You arched under the touch of his lips kissing their way across your shoulder blades even as he dipped his fingers into your sex. He chuckled at your sad cry as he pulled them away. The emptiness was replaced by a series of short thrusts until he bottomed out. Your grip on the railing almost failed as your body fluttered around him.

Warm shivers spread through your body as Loki ran his hands down either side your spine to grasp your hips. The first collision made you both cry out. He kept his pace erratic. Random. Even as you attempted to push back against him to find some rhythm, Loki kept control. The pace stayed slow for what seemed like an eternity. Loki reached around and played equally slow circles into your clit.

“Please,” you moaned.

“Oh, do you want something, pet?”

“Fuck me, sir. Need you.”

“Is that so?” Loki’s laugh rumbled as you whimpered. “Ask again. Nicely.” He gave a swat to your ass, then kneading the sting away.

“Please, sir. Fuck me. Like only you can. Please, please, please.”

You broke off with a mangled breath. Loki did what you asked, setting a ruthless pace. That icy fire raced from your heart through your body, jolting with each touch to your clit. The lights of the city below blurred and blinked in and out as you fought to keep your eyes open. Loki’s breathing was ragged above you. Though your legs threatened to collapse, you did your best to push back to meet him. His grip tightened to the possible bruising point on your hips. Leaning down, he bit at the top of your shoulder and sucked hard enough that there would be a bruise in the morning. Your heart was pumping so fast it felt like it might fly out of your chest at any second, but your orgasm ripped through you first. With your walls clamping down on him, Loki’s high-pitched whine mingled with you shouting his name. He kept moving, chasing his release even as your body tried to wriggle away from the overstimulation. He finally stilled, coating your walls with his cum, making you shudder with each spurt.

Both of you fought to catch your breath. When you had found yours, Loki turned you around and stole it away again with a deep kiss.

Loki lifted you into his arms and carried you in the direction of the portal. For a split second, you worried that he was going to walk back into the earlier alley and come out with a still-naked you at the same café. You sighed slightly in relief as the apartment came into view. He placed you on the bed and joined you a few minutes after cleaning you up by hand and making sure you had some water.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You were confused. “Shouldn’t I be saying that? You were the one who gave me the surprise.”

“You gave me equal joy in letting me be a part of your excitement for this city. You are one of a kind, darling.” He kissed your forehead and helped you wiggle closer to his chest. You were asleep soon with your steady breathing giving warm puffs to his chest. Loki watched you sleep with a small smile on his face. He stroked your cheek with his thumb for a while before dropping off to sleep too.

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Fire and Ice

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Loki awakens to find himself tied to the bed and under the reader’s control. But in the throes of passion, magic bindings are fickle.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: bondage, oral (female receiving), wax play, ice play, orgasm denial (game), Master/Mistress dominating (switching back and forth), in other words: super kinky [and I am not sorry]

Word Count: 1950

Note: This fic incredibly inspired by Gaelforce’s “Revenge” recording. I highly recommend his other works; visit his patreon too. I put my own spin on it, so please let me know what you think whether you listened to Gaelforce’s audio or not. If you have a request or would like to be added to a tag list, shoot me a message! Now please enjoy!

It was hard waiting at the end of the bed. Loki was still asleep, surprisingly. The late hour of the morning was one thing. That he had not stirred while you used magic around him, quite another. You were growing impatient, so you magicked his clothes away, though leaving the sheets in place. You weren’t a cruel goddess.

Loki sighed as the cool air hit his once covered shoulders. He tried to reach for the covers, then his eyes snapped open when he realized he couldn’t move. His eyes darted around the room, glancing over your invisible form.

“Y/N?” he called out. The slight twinge of panic in his voice faded as he recognized your sigils on the cuffs keeping his arms spread to the bedposts. “Y/N, I am sure you have exquisite plans for this, but the bindings are unnecessary.” He dropped his voice to the low growl he knew would make you rub your thighs together. “Let me go. You know how well you will be pleasured if you do.”

You sucked in a breath, feeling the first pools of arousal. With a red shimmer, your invisibility faded away. Loki’s eyes darkened as he saw your dark green lace apparel that really hid nothing but sheltered the important parts. It had a plunging neckline, no back, and a short skirt that ended at your mid-thigh with a slit to one side. The outfit he knew had repairable rip-able seams. He moved to say something, but you hurried to place your finger on his lips.

“Are you up for a challenge, pet?” His head tilted at you using his name for you, but he nodded. “Do not cum. I will not either. The first to do so loses.”

Loki grinned. “And what will I win?” he said, kissing your finger.

You leaned in close to his face and licked the shell of his ear. “Whatever you desire, my love.” Loki growled and turned to kiss you but you moved away quickly. “Do we have an accord?”

“Yes, pe- gah.” Loki flinched as you materialized a riding crop and lightly tapped him on his chest. He caught his breath. “Yes… Mistress.”

You smirked and began. 

With a sigh, you brought the crop up under your skirt. Loki’s eyes watched it while you ran it through your folds, obscured by the lace. When you brought back into the open, the black leather was glistening with your slick. Loki arched an eyebrow, then smiled wickedly and held out his tongue. He eagerly sucked on the leather until he had licked it all away, moaning and licking his lips.

“You taste divine, Mistress. May I have more?”

You obliged, this time pulling the skirt up so he could watch exactly how the crop parted your folds and collected his next taste. Again, Loki made pleased sounds until he was finished.

Loki eased into the mattress as you magicked away obstructing pillows and lengthened the chains on his wrists. After pulling the sheets back to his waist, you slid the crop up his stomach, flicking it lightly between his pectorals. Loki grunted. His chest heaved with shuddered breaths as you tapped him again though closer to his nipple. You grazed your nails along the same path the riding crop had taken, ending with gripping his chin and leaning down for a kiss. Though you were supposed to be in control, you allowed his tongue to dominate in your mouth. You moaned, then remembered the role you were playing.

You broke away and ran the crop along the side of his face. “Would you like a taste from the source, love?”

Loki gripped at the chains. “Yes, Mistress,” he breathed.

You smiled and mounted his chest. Loki’s eyes gleamed. You could feel how his muscles contracted under you while you stayed just out of reach.

“Please?” he asks.

Close enough. You slid forward so he could flatten his tongue against your lips. He gave your clit a chaste kiss. You moaned and gripped the headboard until your knuckles changed color as he began to suck and lap his way into making you lose the challenge. It was difficult to keep a reign on the sensations coursing through you, but you managed. Even as Loki licked as deeply as his tongue could reach into your pussy.

Your eyes rolled back as you rolled your hips forward into Loki’s face. In the back of your mind, you felt your defenses wavering. Your grip on the headboard was soon no longer in your control as your magic failed on Loki, and his shimmered around your wrists.

“Loki?” you panted.

He did not move at first. Instead, his eyes glinted and he ran a cold finger up your thigh. With a gentle push, he rolled you onto your back, the magic keeping your arms above your head and immovable from the headboard.

“It is a challenge, pet. Surely a challenge includes advances from both sides?”

“I thought you were doing fine with me riding your-“ you fell off into a whimper as Loki harshly groped at your breasts through the fabric. Loki continued his ministrations, gentler, until your nipples were stiff peaks. He pushed the lace to one side and dipped down to take one into his mouth. He leaned back with a chuckle as you arched closer to him.

“Do we have an accord? Pet?” Again he used his cold touch, running it up your stomach between your breasts, touching nothing that would satisfy you.

“Loki,” you moaned. His eyebrow arched. “Yes, Master.”

He hummed in approval and cupped his hands one over the other. When they separated a minute later, there was a small cube of ice. He held it up so you could see it sparkle in the morning light.

“Let’s see how quickly it melts,” he toyed.

Your breath hitched as he ran it across your collarbone. He followed the trail of water with his mouth, warming you, then drawing the ice across your skin again. He pulled the cube down between your breasts, then under them, always following with his mouth. A shiver ran through you as he brought the cube up to your nipples, circling them and teasing them further. Loki shifted to keep one leg between your thighs, denying you the ability to relieve yourself. You found a way though by rubbing up and down on his thigh.

Loki chuckled. “Getting desperate, pet? Do you want more?”

“Please, Master. Yes.” Your breath caught in your throat as your garment shimmered away with a flick of his wrist. Loki cupped the cube, refreshing it, then trailed it down your stomach. The closer he got to your sex, the more sensitive your skin became. Soon you were shivering and covered in chill bumps. Loki’s warm breath did nothing but heighten the sensation.

He noticed your distress and took the cube into his mouth. Leaning across you and giving you his body heat, he kissed you. The cold passed on to your lips and your tongue. He kissed up the side of your face to the sweet spot behind your ear. You took the chance to roll your hips into hard length, reminding him of the prize.

“All in good time, pet.” Loki kissed you as the last of the cube melted away on your tongue. It turned from playful to starving.

You felt the magic on your wrists slipping away, but you held your pose until it disappeared completely. When Loki continued to be distracted by your lips, you dragged your nails down his back. He gasped, but you flipped him in the bed and pinned his wrists on either side with just your grip.

“My turn. But do not move.” You sat on the edge of the bed and summoned one of the candles sitting in your reading nook. With a snap, you had fire at your fingertips. You stood and poured the first drop of melted wax onto the inside of your arm. It made you hiss with pain and pleasure, and Loki to groan at the sight. You placed it on the side table within Loki’s sight.

While the candle began to pool under the flames, you summoned a bottle from your vanity. You spread some of the contents onto your hands, then began to rub them onto Loki’s torso. The Asgardian oil would protect him from the wax, but also once warmed by it would seep into his skin as an aphrodisiac. It would fill the air too, giving you the same soaring effects. The game had just gotten more difficult for the both of you.

His gaze followed your movements as you took up the candle. You tipped it enough for only one drop of wax to fall onto his chest. Loki arched with a groan. You let two more drop, one above the other making a line between his pecs. His breathing was ragged. The next few drops landed further down on his stomach, leaving small trails as they ran to either side of his torso. You moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to sitting on his thighs. Loki’s breathing quickened further as the drops of wax sank closer to where his cock was sitting up on his stomach. It twitched as a drop landed centimeters from the tip.

You sent the candle to the nightstand and braced yourself on Loki’s chest. Biting your lip, you thrust your hips forward to coat his cock in your leaking arousal. You sighed and guided it into your pussy, sinking onto it slowly. You gave a cry as Loki thrust, finishing sheathing himself fully. He smirked at you but kept his hands where you told him to. You smirked back, rotating your hips. The build of sensitivity made you shudder. You clenched your walls around Loki’s length, making him growl, then began to move up and down.

Between the fullness within you, Loki’s grunts and pants, the aphrodisiac filling the air, the sound of Loki snapping his hips up to meet yours, and the ice-hot fire racing through your veins, your senses were overrun. You anchored through the frantic beating of your heart by digging your nails into his chest. His whole body shuddered, passing the sensation onto you.

Loki growled and refused to hold position any longer. He grabbed your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. You didn’t care; you were to far gone. You continued to not care as Loki controlled the pace, pulling you down to match his thrusts and repeatedly impaling you on his cock. Loki gasped in triumph when he twisted his hips and found your shrieking spot. Your vision blurred and your body shivered all over. Loki faltered into desperate erratic movements, lengthening his thrusts into deep draws that took your breath away.

With a guttural cry, your vision whited out completely. Loki’s mirroring shout sounded far away, but no less powerful than yours.

When you came back into a fuller understanding of consciousness, Loki was stroking your hair. His chest was heaving, taking your draped body with it.

“Who won the challenge, pet?” he murmured.

“I’m not sure. Too close to tell I think.” You sighed. Your eyelids shut like heavy gates, attempting to seal you inside sleep. But you were too cheeky at the moment for that. “When we have both recovered, shall we try again?”

Loki chuckled. “I shall never recover from you.” He turned his head and rubbed his nose against yours. “Sleep, Y/N. I shall be here when you wake.”

You were half asleep when you heard the rest of his promise whispered into your ear.

“Whether your limbs will be free is yet to be seen.”

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To Love the Sea

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You are the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki.

Pairing: Pirate!Loki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (Also angst, and flirty fluff). Dom!Loki. Captain kink. Spanking. Long fingers… long fic.

Word Count: 2700+ (Sorry, not sorry)

Note: Brace yourselves for Captain Pirate!Loki. (This took forever to write.) I left it kind of open ended… so let me know if I should have more installations. Comment. Reblog. Enjoy. The works.

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S = Smut     A = Angst   F = Fluff    AR = Answered Request

Bucky Barnes

  Birthday Bash with a Bang (S)

  In the Eye of the Beholder: Part 1 : Part 2 (S)

  Feel What You Feel (S)

  Working it Out (S)

  Breathing

  Sweetie Pie (S)

  Starting off the Year Right (S) 

  Magnets and Home (F, Father’s Day)

  Found (S, F)

Erik Killmonger

   Everything (S, AR)

Kevin Ford/Wither (X-Men)

  Touch and Sensitivity (S, AR)

   Part 2: Bananas (S)

Loki

  Sweet Revenge (S)

  All in a Night’s Work (S)

  Yuletide Mischief (S)

  Fire and Ice (S)

  When in Paris (S, AR)

  I Am In Your Hands (S)

  Forbidden (S)

Steve Rogers

  Those Who Are Lonely (S)

  Dirty Lips (S)

  Just as Sweet (S)

  Scruff (S)

  Come Back to Me (F, A)

      Part 2: Keep Coming (S)

  To Love the Night (Vampire!Steve AU, Challenge Fic, S)

  Beg Me Nicely (S)

Ulysses Klaue

   Well Studied (Male Wakandan Reader, AR, S)

Other: Original Works and Series

To Love the Sea:  Y/N is the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki. He offers to take her on adventures; is she willing to take the plunge? [Series Master] (S)

Promises: When they were children, Loki and Y/N promised each other to marry if they did not find someone else by the next Belewe moon in 250 years. Centuries pass and Loki uses his tricks to sabotage Y/N’s prospects. Can she convince him to let her love blindly someone he does not trust? [Series Master] 

Marvel/WWE Crossover: New tech in the rooms gives the reader the chance to meet her heroes.  Almost Real

Yuletide Mischief

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At the Yule banquet, the reader wears a revealing dress that inspires Loki to ensure she remembers who she is married to.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: teasing, use of magic, bondage (kinda), teasing/SMUT in public, food mention

Word Count: 1540

Note: Felt like writing something naughty for the winter break. Please let me know if you enjoyed it likes, comments, and reblogs. (Comments and additions on reblogs make me giggly.) My tag lists and requests are open. Please enjoy!  

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With a twirl, you admired your gown and figure in the mirror. Loki was already present at the Yule banquet. Frigga had requested his assistance with some Seidr decorations. For all his sly pride and tricks, Loki loved this time of year. Outside may be blue and white with cold, but inside everything was decorated in his and his brother’s colors of green and red. He smiled more around Yuletime as well. More accepted. More at home than any other time of the year.

You spun again with a giggle. The dress was a special commission for you as an early Yule gift for Loki. The neckline put the swell of your breasts on full display, though modestly covered with a sheer layer of golden lace. Not that it would save you from blushing. Gold ribbons crisscrossed the shimmery green fabric. If the firelight hit it just right, observers would be able to see your family color of blue in the swells and crests as you moved. But it was mostly green and gold to match your husband’s motley. The special addition, though, was the slit on one side running up from the hem to your upper thigh. You used your Seidr to decorate your thigh with henna-like designs hiding symbols used only between you and Loki. Ones that would make him jealous, and also possessively aroused.

A young maid knocked on your chamber door announcing the beginning of the pre-banquet festivities.

You left her to surprise Loki.

The banquet hall’s twin was covered in glittering adornments from floor to ceiling. Streamers and winter flowers framed Frigga and Loki’s moving portraits of Yule’s past. For all of the ornamentation, the members of the court twittered and filled the hall with beautiful song. Many forwent their usual colors. Instead, green and red were the colors of the evening. Finding Loki would be difficult. More difficult than you imagined. As others danced in the center, you were floated from portrait to portrait as various courtiers cooed of Loki’s skill, praising you for calming his tricks to just a few pranks over the year.

Another hand clasped you and pulled you away from a group. “Have you been looking for me?” Loki’s voice eased you to melt in his arms as he swept you away for a dance.

“Yes, darling. Awe-struck nobility kept me from my task though.” You looked around again as he twirled you. “The hall is beautiful.”

“Thank you. I’m glad the muse is impressed.” Loki frowned, eyeing the slit in your dress as you stepped forward with the dance. “And what is this?”

“It’s your Yule present. Well, one of them. Do you like it?”

“In a sort. Though why you chose to gift it to the court as well is beyond me.” Loki’s eyes glittered as the music came to an end. “What are you playing at, Y/N? You know you will not be able to out-mischief me.”

Your reply was interrupted by a chorus of bells that drew everyone’s attention to the doors to the banquet hall. Before the last tone faded away, they swung open to reveal the table long enough to seat the whole court. Loki frowned at you and led you to your seat. He pushed in your chair next Frigga on Odin’s right, then sat across from you next to Thor. Through Odin’s Yule speech, Loki kept his eyes locked with you, making you shiver under his gaze.

As the feat began, Loki hovered various foods to your plate. He seared runes onto meat, cut it into vegetables, and let you the message that this dinner would not pass without some revenge. You prepared yourself to see what else he would say, through runes or out loud, that he knew would make you blush.

But he said nothing.

He hadn’t broken gaze during the speech. Now he barely looked at you, leaving you to debate magical practices with Frigga. Thor noticed and occasionally looked at you as the banquet progressed. As the time slugged by, and the runes faded from your food, unease like waiting for the first horn of battle settled into your stomach. As more time passed, you wondered if you read the runes wrong and that they said the night would not pass instead of the dinner.

Then you felt a chill creep up your exposed thigh.

Your eyes went wide, but you quickly blinked them to normal to not draw attention to yourself. It circled down to your ankle and pulled it against the chair leg. Something like metal clasped shut. Now you wouldn’t be able to press your thighs together without turning awkwardly from Frigga. The chill warmed the longer it was in contact with your skin. It crept up your thigh, circling and squeezing. Your breath came out in short gasps, though you were able to keep your chest from heaving.

“Y/N, are you alright? You look a little flush.” Frigga’s voice brought you back to focus.

“Yes. It’s wonderfully warm in here. Is it just from the fire, or did you finally get the circulation spell working?”

Frigga branched off into detail, but you were only half listening. The warm tendril had worked its way up to the top band of your panties. You waited with baited breath for it to work under the band. Loki’s eyes caught yours and for a split second you feared he would hold you on edge for the whole evening. He grinned in triumph as your fork fell from your hand. The warmth covered your whole sex, though a tendril worked on your clit. It split into two and the second began to tease its way into you. You gripped the edge of your chair in an effort to keep a placid face. If you were failing, nobody made mention.

Loki winked.

The tendrils took turns vibrating against you. Alternating and ever-changing patterns brought you quickly to the brink. But he kept you on the edge. Loki avoided the areas he knew you were sensitive at. He hit just next to them. Acknowledging them made them more desperate. You fought bucking in your chair for relief. The series of toasts were coming up, and you had an inkling you knew which one he was aiming you make you cum on.

Odin stood and raised his glass. The assembly remained sitting but raised their glasses. “To victories that we have won in this year, and to the brave warriors that brought them, we salute you!” The assembly echoed his last phrase and drank.

The tendril on your clit stopped moving but did not move away. The second moved slowly in a delicious drag.

“To the peace we have found, and to the bountiful harvest that feeds Asgard and her neighbors, we drink and feast to make room for more.”

The second tendril began to move faster. The first began light taps on your clit, jolting you in your chair.

Thor stood with his goblet. “And to the king, father to all: Odin. May the next one thousand years be as prosperous as the first.

You almost choked drinking the toast as Loki’s magic took over your senses. Goosebumps broke out over your body and you quaked in your chair. A mist settled over your eyes. The haze tunneled your sight to the god across the table. Blood pounded in your ears. You could hear how ragged your breath was, like waves before a storm.

Still, the tendrils continued to work you higher into bliss. The one on your clit took up its earlier pattern, though faster and more focused. The second split into several inside you so as to reach every sensitive point at once.

Your usual shout of ecstasy fell out as a whimper, unheard in the din of applause for the toasts. Loki smiled in triumph and lifted his glass towards you. As he drank, the magic fell from your body, and your ankle was released. Your head lolled to one side as you fought to keep your posture.

Frigga’s voice brought you to attention. “Are you alright, dear? Your flush is deeper than before.”

“Yes, my queen,” you nearly croaked. “I think the Yule ale has rushed to my head. I might retire before the closing dances, by your leave.”

“Of course; rest well. I will see you again tomorrow.”

It took the rest of the banquet for you to ease your breathing back into its usual pattern. By then, Loki was again avoiding your gaze. Finally, Odin announced the final revelry. Loki took the chance to leave with you by a side door.

“Have you learned your lesson, pet?” You hummed positively. He looped his arm in yours so you could lean your head on his shoulder. Loki paused outside of your shared chambers. “You said earlier that this gown was only one of my Yule presents. What are the others?”

A thrill ran through you. The night still had room for more mischief. “You have to unwrap the first gift to get to the others.” You tugged on the sheer lace of your bodice, revealing just a thin ribbon of the lace garments underneath the gown.

Loki licked his lips and quickly led you inside.

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All in a Night’s Work

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The reader come face to face with the sniper that has been evading you for years. When things don’t go according to plan, Loki distracts you till you can get some much-needed rest.

Pairing: Agent!Loki x Reader (Y/N), appearances by other Avengers and an OC

Warnings: mission violence, moments of peril, language, SMUT

Word Count: 2250

Note: It feels like forever since I wrote Loki, and oh how I’ve missed the god of mischief. I used the beginning of this fic as a bit of practice for writing fight scenes, so please let me know what you think. And if you’re patient enough to read through that, I hope you enjoy the post-mission love-making. I really appreciate everyone’s comments, likes, and reblogs! If you like my style, my tag lists and my requests are open. Again, please enjoy!

Through your night vision goggles, you could see the sniper that was pinning Hawkeye and Black Widow behind the crumbled wall. He balanced his rifle on the edge of the cliff below you and fired randomly to keep the assassin team off rhythm. You and the sniper, Calico-Jack (named for the cat-like way he played with his targets), had a history. He shot you in the shoulder. You stabbed a knife into his knee. Years of bad blood.

Tonight, you were finally going to take him down for good.

You felt Loki ease up behind you. “Be careful,” he whispered in your ear. He gave your shoulder a squeeze and faded back into the shadows to be a distraction. A few minutes later, another impact sound came from Loki’s direction, followed by the sound of the gun explosion half a second later. Loki had made it to a similar crag far away from the sniper’s look-out, but he was still in range.

You waited for return gunfire from the agents before crawling forward, stopping when they did. Radio silence and uncracked twigs were a necessity. It was slow going, and every second it took you to get in position was another second your teammates were in danger, including Loki. You pushed that thought from your mind as you crested over the peak just to the right of Calico-Jack. At the very second you lifted your leg over the ridge to slink down to him, the clouds parted and the full moon cast your shadow right next to him. He twisted to look at you. There was a pause as he watched you hover over the ledge, then you both sprang into action.

Calico-Jack pulled a smaller-caliber gun from his boot and began shooting as you slid down the ridge. You jumped off protruding rocks and leaning trees as much as you could to zig-zag your way down, flinching once as dirt exploded over your shoulder. Calico-Jack rolled away as you slid the last few meters with your boots together aiming for his chest. When you kept sliding, you used your momentum to jump and land on his back. You attempted to pin him on his stomach but found yourself momentarily airborne as he flipped. Then it was your turn to fight defense and he wrapped one hand around your throat and attempted to aim the gun in his other hand at your head.

He chuckled as you struggled under his grip. He used the barrel of the gun to push back your goggles and other head gear. Darkness started to creep in on the edges of your vision as he squeezed your throat tighter. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Agent Vigdis. Then again, it’s just a code name, right Y/N?” The moonlight gleamed off his cruel smile as you stilled beneath him. Pushing the security breach to the back of your mind, you mentally ran through ways to either flip him over and win or get away but he dug the muzzle further into your temple. “Such pretty Y/E/C eyes. It’ll be a shame and a pleasure to watch the glow fade from them.” Calico-Jack tossed the gun far away and wrapped his other hand around your throat.

Big mistake.

You forced your hips up with as much force as you could muster. While he lost his balance, you pulled onto his elbows, making him fly over your head. He scrambled not to fall off the cliff. You both panted heavily before jumping to your feet. He grabbed his rifle and swung it at your head. Instinctively you ducked, only to find your head colliding with his incoming knee. You staggered back into a tree. The rough bark clawed at your uniform as you leapt away from the rifle’s firing end pointed at your chest. Calico-Jack tossed the cumbersome weapon away and pulled out a knife. He swung it at your chest, your arms, your legs. His continued attack kept you on the defense long enough to disorientate you sense of direction. You jumped back from another swing, only to risk falling into the next one instead of stepping off the cliff. The knife descended towards your neck, but you caught his wrists in both your hands. He growled and kicked at your feet all the while pulling the knife towards you. You could see the muscles straining under his stealth suit and feel the ledge crumbling under your feet till only the front half of your boots were still on solid ground.

“Y/N!”

A fifth hand came flying out of the darkness and collided with Calico-Jack’s jaw. Loki’s arms wrapped around your waist as the sniper fell over the edge with a scream. His body disappeared into the night.

“We have to go after him!” You started to run towards the trail that would go down the cliff, but Loki caught you.

“No, there’s no time. We have to get back to the Quinjet. The base has been destroyed, but Hydra is all over the place. We have to leave, Y/N.” He grabbed your hand and half-dragged you back the way you came to the fight. Thor and Cap were a few yards away from the jet’s ramp keeping away the stragglers that escaped Hawkeye and Black Widow’s fire. Tony caught the open ramp mid-air after everyone made it aboard, grinning to himself as the last of the base crumbled in a roaring inferno. You stood behind Agent Hill as she piloted past the cliff.

Nothing.

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You stomped into the gun room on the helicarrier as everyone unloaded. “I had him! I bloody had him!”

“He’s dead now,” Clint said, putting away his bow. The others put away their gear too as he continued. “He fell off a cliff.”

“Right. Like nobody here has come back from the dead.” If you hadn’t been so pissed, it would have been comical how everyone looked at Steve, Loki, and Bucky from the corners of their eyes. “I’ll find him, but after I take a twelve-hour nap.” You left them to mumble in agreement of sleep and walked to your quarters. Loki caught up with you and placed his hand over yours on the handle.

“Please don’t over-think this.”

“I can’t help it. I know he survived.” You clenched your fist at your side. “He’s still out there, and he’s going to keep hurting people who can’t defend themselves like we can. Hell, sometimes it’s not enough even for us.”

Loki tilted your chin to look up at him. “That is not your shoulder’s weight to bear. Even if he did survive, a fall like that is going to take time to heal. Time we will use to find him.” You squinted at him as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. You grinned as his tongue darted out to wet his own lips.

“Did you come here to do more than talk me out of secretly finding Calico in the next twelve hours?”

“I came to do that… and to ask if you are up for our usual post-mission fuck.”

“Hell yes.”

Within seconds Loki had you pinned to the other side of your door. He hungrily feasted on your lips while fumbling with the lock. The bolt slid into place with a loud click. Loki’s buckle clinked equally as loud as you slid his pants down his legs. He stepped out of them as he bounced you from wall to another, lips cashing together and rough hands making new bruises that could always be credited to the mission. Your stealth suit fell to the floor in pieces with only a few stiches not torn by the sniper. Calico-Jack’s face sprang into your mind as your bare back collided with a wall. You hissed as your bruised spine and shredded shoulder blades reminded you of their presence.

“Are you all right?” Loki asked, concern taking over his lust-blown pupils.

“Nothing too serious. Just… be gentle with my back tonight.”

Loki grinned and wrapped your legs around his hips to carry you to the bed. He sat down, keeping you in his lap. Your clothed core rubbed over his length still covered in his shorts. The jolt shuddered a whine past your lips and sent your forehead to flop on Loki’s shoulder. In another moment, your bra clasp was free and the offending article removed. He rolled his hips, playing with you till your voice was high-pitched and needy. His lips worked their way over your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts as you arched. Loki nipped and licked your nipples into peaks. He chuckled as your hips stuttered searching for friction.

“Stand,” he ordered.  

You did as he said, though on already shaky legs. He maneuvered his shorts down his legs and away while you remained still. Chill bumps broke out across your skin as his fingers lightly traced the skin just above your panties. With a gentle tug, they fell to the floor and bared your all to him. He pulled you a bit closer and grinned up at you. His nose circled figure eights above your belly button, a distraction. You gasped as he curled one finger into you, then another. Between the adrenaline and the earlier kissing, Loki’s fingers obscenely squelched as they worked in and out and deeper and wider inside you. His arm darted out to wrap around your waist; without it, you would have collapsed. He grunted as your nails dug half-moons into his shoulders. You bounced on his hand, half by yourself, and half helped along by his support. You felt the tell-tale shudder run through every cell in your skin. Loki caught you in his lap once more and rubbed your arms till you vision came back to normal.

You looked up at him as he hummed in thought. “How to pleasure you without laying you on your back. How are your knees, Y/N?” You forced your mind to focus on your injuries, then moved to sink to the floor. Loki had other plans.

He held you on his lap as he leaned back onto the bed and scooted up a bit. His weeping cock was caught between his stomach and your walls. You braced yourself on his chest as he pulled you back and forth across his length, coating himself in your essence. With a bit of help, you leaned up and guided him into your heat. Loki snapped his hips up to meet yours, making you cry out as he instantly stretched you. He watched with a grin as you drooped above him, overwhelmed by the sensation. You forced deep breaths through your lips and rose up. Loki hissed as you dropped just as quickly as he had thrust. The pace was set. Bruises or no bruises, you met each other stroke for stroke, using the high from the mission to spur you to your ends. It was brutal, and your muscles screamed out in a confusion of pain and pleasure.

But the sensual was not lost.

Through your lidded eyes, you could see Loki’s emeralds glowing back at you. You traced over his cheekbones, smiling as he pressed his face further into your hand. You returned the gesture as he ran his thumb down your nose and over your cheek.

The pleasure-pain came back with a pop as Loki dropped his hand from your face to your breast. He kneaded it and twisted the nipple till you were moaning wantonly. His other hand held fast to your hip, simultaneously guiding you and controlling the pace. Your eyes fluttered shut as wave after wave rolled over you, drowning you in one central feeling.

Loki.

“I’m here, love. I’ve got you.”

Your orgasm crashed through you. Your legs shook and trembled. Your fingers raked across Loki’s chest, pulling up red hills of welts. You wailed as Loki’s release sent another shock of pleasure through you, eased along by his slower thrusts. He guided you to fall next to him.

You were asleep before your mind could register Loki wrapping you both in the blanket and curling you to his chest.

***

“Y/N. Agent Y/L/N. Do you copy?” Steve’s voice over the intercom in your room sucked you out of the pleasant nothingness you had been sleeping in.

You groaned and pressed the reply button. “Yes, Captain?”

“You may have been right. Nat went back to find Calico-Jack’s body and was unable to locate it. I would have sent you but you were… sleeping.”

You could almost hear Steve blush through the radio.

“I thought you’d like to know.”

“Thanks, Cap.” You ended the call and switched the intercom off completely. A contented grin spread across your face as a chilled hand slid over your hip and worked itself across your stomach. You rolled back to face Loki. Hardened agent or not, you couldn’t help but giggle at Loki’s sex hair.

“You’re laughing at me? You should see you. Perfectly debauched.” Loki’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry he got away. You were right.”

“Maybe. But like you said, a fall like that means serious injuries. We’ve got time for a little more sleep.”

Loki nodded and rested his head back into your pillow.

“We also have more time for sleep, too.”

Loki’s eyes snapped open. A smirk played at the corner of his lips before he pulled you close to suck on your neck.

“Then let’s get started.”

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To Love the Sea – Finale

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Part 5: Deeper

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Reunion smut between Y/N and Captain Loki, if he can save her…

Pairing: Pirate!Loki x Reader

Warnings:  SO MUCH SMUT. Kama Sutra poses (can you identify all four of them?)

Word Count: 1500+

Notes: This is the last installment of “To Love the Sea;” I hope you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I have had writing it. Please reblog, comment, and like! If you have any requests for more Loki smut or another character, send me a request.

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You leapt onto the gangplank and took several steps in past Thor’s reach. The edge of the Eye swelled closer.

“Y/N! No! Stay there,” Loki yelled through the storm as it enveloped the ships.

Thor and Loki and crew-mates from both sides yelled at you to stop. The heavy winds swept their pleas away, leaving you in a rainy silence. You made it about halfway across before you noticed the roiling water beneath you and froze. 

The sea filled your sight, and the storm took over the rest of your senses as the ships were tossed back into the fray. The waves pitched higher, bouncing the ships like toys and rocking the gangplank beneath you. With another swell, it bounced off one of the sides and fell into the sea. You plummeted towards the water, then felt a strong grip around your waist. You struggled against the hold that felt like Thor’s.

“Pull us up, lads! Y/N, it’s me. You’re safe.”

Loki pressed his forehead against yours as the crew tugged you both back onto the ship. Loki grunted as the rope around his waist rolled up his chest and tightened around his ribcage. He kept you on top of him when the crew pulled him over the railing. You both looked back at Thor, possibly glaring at him with the same expression.

Thor snarled and shouted orders to his crew that were whipped away in the wind. Mjolnir turned and sailed on her course. Loki pulled you to the main mast and tied you onto him as the Winged Mischief turned around to leave the storm in her wake.

“You came for me,” you cried into his chest.

“Of course, love,” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders shivering with cold and fear and tilted your face to look at him. You pressed your lips to his and kissed as though you had been waiting for a hundred years. He met your enthusiasm and raised it to slipping his tongue into your mouth.

The crew scuttling around the mast ignored you. And you ignored them.

His fingers dug into your hips, but he pushed you away as the ship sailed out the other side of the maelstrom. His deft fingers untied the rope between you. Loki took your hand and lead you across the deck, shouting at Eldred, “keep to the course.”

You beat Loki to the door, and pulled out the key on the chain he gave you. The way his eyes sparkled made your knees almost give out. He had to guide your hand into the lock.

You were pinned to the wall before the door shut all the way. With one hand, he locked it, with the other he rushed to loosen the stays of your corset. With that removed and both hands free, he hoisted up your dress and caressed your hips. You reached past him and untied the front of his pants, flushing at the sight of his desire. He ran a thumb up your folds, and smiled at the slick he found there. With a slight chuckle, he lifted you up to rest on his hips and spun to lean against the wall. Loki’s hard member twitched against your stomach. He raised you higher before letting you sink onto him.

You’d missed this. The stretch, the feeling of being utterly full. The sight of his muscles as they flexed with ecstasy. His touch was gentle, but his strength kept your weight solely on his arms. The intensity of the day and the reunion lead to a quick build. Your muscles relaxed and released; your sigh was soft and relieved. Loki combed your hair out of your face as you shuddered through it.

He carried you bridal style to the bed. Your legs caught under his arms as he kneeled before you. With your legs up and opened around his chest, you were more open to receiving him. He sank deeper than before. You touched his bicep to let him know you were still sensitive, so he started slow. He took his time, rolling his hips to play with the areas that made you more vocal. Your gasps and pleas encouraged him to speed up. Your knees were almost pressed to your chest as he thrust. When he leaned back further for more leverage, your legs slipped to lay on either side of him you took the chance to flip him onto his back.

He was too surprised to take back control but grinned as you twisted to sit facing away from him. You lifted your dress over your head and tossed it away. You felt Loki arch beneath you to remove his shirt, tilting you forward precariously. You braced yourself on his chest. Loki caught you by the hips and used his grip to pull you down to meet his thrusts. Each one found that perfect place inside you. Your gasps were louder and emphasized with pleasured cries. You couldn’t tell the sound of the waves from the sound of your skin colliding with each other. He held you down as you screamed through your peak. 

You fell forward and laid on the bed, backward from where you started. Loki pulled your legs to him and wrapped them around his waist. He was still hard.

“Can you brave one more wave, darling?”

“The whole ocean.”

Loki grinned and sheathed into you again. You arched at the sensation. Your eyes fluttered closed as everything seemed to haze over. You found you could focus on a few things. The drag of him inside you. His strong grip on your hips. The scent of arousal between you. The sound of his grunts. You forced open your eyes to look at him. His long, black locks hung about his face, framing how his eyes were open, just barely, to stare down at you. He watched your breasts tip back and forth with his movements. You caught a smirk at the edge of his mouth and thought what you could do with it. Perhaps another time. His thrusts came more sporadically as his end drew near.

“Come for me, Captain,” you begged, knowing what it would do to him.

His eyes glazed over with a darker light. He pulled your hips to meet his movements hard, then came with a shout. The feeling of him finally releasing tipped you over the edge and you followed him. He collapsed next to you, skin shiny with sweat. Clasped tightly in his arms, you were almost asleep when he asked, “Y/N, where do you want to go?”

“What?”

“You’ve seen how dangerous it’s been out here. I can take you home if that is what you wish.” His face turned away. You ran a finger up his arm, but it was tense and flinched under your touch.

Did you want to go home? It would definably be safer. On this voyage, you had almost been drowned by sirens, almost drowned again by a hurricane, and kidnapped technically twice if you included Loki himself. Having a bed that didn’t rock with the ship would be nice, you supposed. And you always heard such incredible stories at the Rogue’s Rest.

But you didn’t want to hear stories, you wanted to live them.

“My wish,” you started. Loki grimaced beside you. “My wish is to sail to a place where you have never been. I wish to learn to love the sea as much as you do.” Loki leaned up and looked at you, incredulous and agape. You continued, “teach me charts, navigation, sailing. Show me the wonders you promised me back at the inn. I came on this voyage to see them.” You frowned at him, playful. “You have not delivered, Captain.”

“Well then,” Loki said with a grin, “I suppose this expedition isn’t over yet.” He leaned over and kissed you deeply, laughing when you whimpered as he pulled away. He helped you clean up and got a little distracted when trying to tie your corset, but soon you were on deck looking at the course he had set.

“I’d hope you wanted to stay, so I planned a route to Annwfyn, an island between sky and sea as the last place on any map. It’s mostly drawn to signify the edge of other voyages, and I have yet to hear a first account of the land. It’s small enough to where we could miss it completely and sail over the edge of the world. Falling for eternity.”

“Then I suggest we dock in the port of Cape Cockaigne for supplies.” You pointed at a harbor on the edge of a large mass of land that extended past the edge of the map. A mainland.

“You heard the woman, Eldred. We go to Cape Cockaigne.”

For the rest of the day, he showed you how to map a course, how to use a northing stone, and then how to use a sextant when the sun set. The two of you stayed out almost all night as he taught you how to navigate just using the stars. He had blankets set out by the prow so you could sleep side by side on way to a land unknown.

Curled up next to him, you felt like you never wanted to leave.

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To Love the Sea – Part 4

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Part 4: Between Sky and Sea

Commodore Thor is taking Y/N back to The Rogue’s Rest. The ship is slow, but it doesn’t look like Captain Loki is coming to save her.

Pairing: None.

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

Word Count: 1500+

Note: Only one more part after this! No smut in this one; perhaps in the next one. Please comment, like, reblog to tell me how much you have liked the series and what you think is going to happen next.

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“Don’t worry Lady Y/N. We’ll make sure you arrive home safely.”

You didn’t feel safe. Every man looked at you with sideways glances. Then they looked at Thor and averted their eyes.

Mjolnir was a beautiful ship to his credit. A First Rate Frigate, she was bigger and more heavily armored than Winged Mischief, but you missed the way she glided through the waters. Mjolnir was heavier, moved slower, and drew attention to herself with bright red sails. Kind of like Thor. But he was a gentleman and offered you his cabin for the trek.

It was all wrong. The door was locked simply, adorned with only Thor’s coat of arms. Inside it was stained with so much red and gold, his family colors. The desk was obliterated in maps and charts. The glass bookcase was filled with only journals. The windows were just as big, but the ship wasn’t moving fast enough to leave much of a wake. And the bed was a mere cot blanketed with a few dull quilts. You found yourself comparing everything to Loki, which only made you depressed.

You stood awkwardly back on deck as Thor explained something about meals. He would bring you a tray. You were not to leave the cabin. If you needed something, there was a string connected to a bell on the quarterdeck, but it was only for emergencies. None of this felt like a rescue.

“What have I done wrong, Commodore, that I am to be confined like a prisoner?”

“It’s for your safety, Y/N,” he said while plotting a course with a compass. “Loki might chase after us as a matter of pride, or he will hide in the ocean until they run out of rum. In case it is the former, it’s best you stay out of sight.”

“You don’t think he’ll come… for me?”

His first mate, Fandral, looked between you and Thor as you waited for an answer. Thor finished sketching the route, then stood at full height and clasped his hands behind his back.

“No, my lady, I don’t think he will.”

You thought for a moment, searching for a reason. “You’re right. The ocean is vast. He could never find me in the whole sea. If anything he’ll wait till I’m back home, and when you are gone again.”

“That is not why, Lady Y/N. He knows what course I will chart. It has always been the one I use when crossing the divide; it has been since I earned my commission.”

“And what course was that, Commodore?”

Thor suppressed a grin. He may have been a tough navy man, but he was still young and full of jest. “You will see soon enough. It dangerous, and stands as another reason why you should retire.” He turned back to his charts. Fandral did too, considering the conversation over. The second mate, a curvy man called Siff, kept the ship on course at the wheel.

“Why do you hate him so?” you asked under your breath. This animosity between Thor and Loki was ancient; it had to have come from before they joined the Navy. “Why do you hunt him down at every turn and search for ways to destroy his life?”

“It is because he tried to blame me for Sigyn’s death, and then took revenge by attempting to thwart my turn at the commission.” Thor dropped his instruments on the table and faced you. “I didn’t know she was on board till Loki had left the wheel to save her. I kept us from crashing into the rocks. As recompense, he committed every trick known to man to keep me from command. Even from childhood, he has tried to take away what was mine from the beginning.” Thor grasped your shoulders. “Lady Y/N, you have to see through his tricks. If you hold onto them, they can only bring you pain.”

“What tricks? For the first time in my life, I have someone who is reaching for me, not the other way around.”

“Do you really think you are brave for loving him? He asked Sigyn ‘come with me’ or ‘leave this place’, and you can see how that ended. Did he make a similar offer when he came for you? He did, didn’t he?” Thor looked down at your bewildered face.

“I don’t want to hear anymore,” you begged. You tried to shake off his grip, but he was bigger and stronger than you. You thought of Loki’s face, how much his eyes glowed when he sailed his ship and when he looked at you. Looking up at Thor, you wore Loki’s commanding face and stopped struggling. “Let me pass, Commodore.” He released you and stepped out of the way. You walked away with your head held high, but once you were back in the cabin everything crumbled apart.

You made it to the cot before collapsing. You don’t know when you fell asleep, or for how long, but when you came too, it was dark. You couldn’t see the stars; the sky was rolling too much. Everything was rolling too much. In the darkness, you could see the waves crest higher than the ship. For a moment, you thought of ringing the bell. A flash lit the sky and the following rumble rattled the windows. You could risk the lightning.

The deck was in chaos. Crewmen ran with rope, securing everything they could to the deck or lugging it below. Overhead, the sky was a strange sick color. Clouds boiled like water in a pot or bubbles in stirred ale. Fear hid at the corner of every man’s eye. Except Thor’s. He laughed into the wind, his golden locks loose and whipping around his face. Your blood ran cold at the sight of him.

“Are enjoying the storm, Lady Y/N?” he called out to you. “It is called Meltem, Charybdis, or Tiamat, and has been raging for a hundred years without ceasing.”

Mjolnir jumped in the waves, sending you almost hurting off the ship. You were able to grasp the railing. You watched as a curtain of rain swept across the ship, drowning everything in its path. A flash of lightning illuminated green flags in the distance. With another flash, you could see the ship they were attached to. As the ship sailed closer, you could see a man standing at the aft.

Loki.

Soon he was close enough for you to see the determination in his eyes. This wasn’t just pride. It was a bonfire that lived in both of you.

“Thor!” he called out over the raging of the sea. Thor left the wheel to Siff and came to stand beside you. Eldred steered the Winged Mischief to sail on Mjolnir’s starboard side. “Thor, I have come to make a deal.”

“The Navy doesn’t make deals with pirates, Loki,” Thor called back. He grinned as he wrapped a large arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. He knew every way to push Loki to the edge.

But Loki knew things too.

“Lady Sif! Still sailing with the Scarlet Crusader?”

Thor’s grip tightened on your shoulder. The man at the wheel removed his cap to reveal long locks. Lady Sif bowed to Loki, then returned focus on controlling the ship.

“I thought women weren’t allowed on military vessels?” Loki continued, smirking brightly. “If Thor denies me what I have rightfully stolen, there will be a position to fill, if you’ll have it.”

“If you are sincere in making a deal,” Thor interrupted, “you will come aboard my ship when we reach the Eye.”

“Agreed.”

Thor left you standing at the railing as the ships headed for a bright spot in the sky. A perfect ring divided the storm clouds from a perfect blue opening. It cast a beam of light onto the sea, creating a peaceful pool that could have been a crystalline lake. Thor’s crew sent out a gangplank between the crafts once you reached the center. Loki stood on the other end but did not cross.

“How do I know that you will not sink so low as to trick me again, Commodore? You could have parley on my ship. Bring Y/N across with you, and we will discuss terms.”

“You are not in a position to bargain, Loki. I hold all the aces. What will happen is justice, that I will swear by. Make your decision quickly, or your window will close.” Thor was right, as quickly as you had sailed into the eye, you were about to sail out into the storm again.

Loki nodded and stepped onto the plank. From the corners of your eyes, you could see Thor’s men tighten their grips on their swords. It seemed justice would be imprisonment for Loki and a normal life for you. You didn’t want normal, not now and never again.

You leapt onto the gangplank and took several steps in past Thor’s reach. The edge of the Eye swelled closer.

“Thor, you asked me if I was brave enough to love him. Let this be my proof.”

“Y/N! No! Stay there,” Loki yelled through the storm as it enveloped the ships.

“If I make it across, then I stay with him. If I fall, I am lost to the sea. Either way, I’m not going back.”

Thor and Loki and crewmates from both sides yelled at you to stop. The heavy winds swept their pleas away, leaving you in a rainy silence. You made it about halfway across before you noticed the roiling water beneath you and froze.

Part 5 (Finale): Deeper  

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