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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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Tag List and Request Options

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In general fandom tag options, there are DC, Marvel, Supernatural, and WWE.

For Characters tag lists: 

  DC: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Jason Todd 

  Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Erik Killmonger, Kevin Ford, Loki, Steve Rogers, and Ulysses Klaue

  Supernatural: Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel, and Lucifer

  WWE: 205 Live, Baron Corbin, Buddy Murphy, Cesaro, Elias Samson, Finn Balor, Jack Gallagher, Mojo Rawley, Neville, Noam Dar, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Samoa Joe, Sheamus, Tommaso Ciampa, and either Uso.

I can write more characters as they are requested (like I have for Elliot Spencer, Eggsy Unwin, Sherlock, Tim McGee, and Tony DiNozzo).  

Please let me know at any time if you would like to be added to a tag list. (By request or personal message.) And you can request a fic about anyone on this too! You don’t have to be shy. My only uncrossable lines are underage readers (18+ only) underaged characters, ships, or cheating. I try to write for you guys as much as I write for me. 

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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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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)

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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] 

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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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Petrichor

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Petrichor

Rain smut with any male character or actor you want to imagine.

Pairing: open

Warnings: SMUT. Rain sex

Word Count: 390 (Short, but intense)

Note: There was a thunderstorm. I was inspired. I’m not sorry. If it’s sunny where you are, I recommend using: Rainy Mood. NSFW below the cut.

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Petrichor they call it. The smell of the earth when it finally rains after a dry spell. When the trees and flowers and grasses shed their protective layers of self-made wax that formally held in moisture.

That’s what he smells like. The musk of fresh earth rejoicing in rain.

It comes out the most when he loves you during a thunderstorm. He starts with misting kisses across your lips and your neck. Then he lands big, wet open-mouthed ones as he leans closer to you. You are surrounded by him. His arms. His legs. They are always tangled in yours not matter if you’re sitting on the couch or hiding in a dark corner. Static builds between you like clouds rolling into each other. Then lighting strikes. A tweak of your nipple. His fingers digging tighter into your skin. His hips jumping against yours so you can feel him. As the storm rolls in, he dips his hand down your sweatpants or under your skirt to tug your panties down your legs, if you’re wearing any. You feel his chest rumble when he finds how pleased and ready you are. Like how the wind stirs into a frenzy he pulls moans and gasps and soft cries from your lips, all the while swallowing them with his. You reach the eye of the storm as he crescendos his movements.

For a moment, the air is still as he works your through the high, pulling you back to the ground. Or further into his bed.

Then the next wave starts.

The end of a storm is the fiercest, for it has to be strong enough to push forward everything that has come before. He pulls you closer, pushes you under, smothers you with his warm breath on your neck as he sinks into you. Lighting strikes you again as he stretches you. Angles to crash into the place that makes you cry his favourite sound. His hips thunder into you. The air heats up as you both near the end. Rain and lightning and thunder cease as you both still, feeling the high of the other and flying off the feeling of the other soaring.

You smell him as he pulls you to his chest and falls asleep. It glistens on him in the moonlight, sunlight, or no light at all.

Petrichor.

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Promises Part 7: Sealed With a Kiss

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Y/N walks down the aisle to marry Theoric, and Loki is nowhere in sight…

Characters: Y/N, Theoric, Loki, Frigga, Odin

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1570

Note: Here is the final instalment of Promises! I might write a honeymoon *eye wiggle* epilogue if enough people ask for one. Otherwise, I hope you all have enjoyed this series as much as I have writing it. Please do not hesitate to give constructive criticism, like, reblog, or shoot me a request. Enjoy!

Part 1: Under the Stars 

Part 6: What About Her? 

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Frigga stood under an arch set up on the edge of the Bifrost. The courtiers stood in a semicircle with a gap down the middle from where you stood to the arch. Banners fluttered in the wind as your parents walked on either side of you, holding your hands in theirs. In front of you, Frigga stood waiting with Theoric. He smiled at you, eyes gleaming. You beamed back at him but searched with the corners of your eyes.

Green and gold were nowhere to be seen.

You stepped onto the edge of the Bifrost feeling less content and more unsure. Theoric took your hands from your parents. His felt like ice against the nervous heat in yours. He gave them a squeeze as Frigga began.

“There is nothing more perfect in all the branches of Yggdrasil than the coming together of two souls. Two pasts becoming one future. Lord Theoric, please present your future to your bride.”

Theoric reached to his side and unclipped the scabbard there. He unsheathed the blade halfway and held it out in front of his face. “This blade of my ancestors I pass along to you to one day pass along to our sons. May you keep it as a sign of my love and trust for you.” He sheathed it with a click and handed it to you. You, in turn, handed it back to your parents in exchange for another blade.

Holding the blade out like Theoric did you said, “this blade, newly forged, is a symbol of my love and my trust in you to defend me and our children.” He took it and clipped it to his side.

Frigga took a brightly coloured ribbon from an attendant. She brought your and Theoric’s right hands together and began to wrap the ribbon around them. “Do you, Theoric Sindrison of Anaheim, take Y/N to be your wife in all things wonderful, and all things terrible, till eternal separation?”

“I do.”

“And do you, Y/N of Asgard, take Theoric to be your husband in all things wonderful, and all things terrible, till eternal separation?”

“I do.”

Theoric took your other hand so all twenty of your fingers were intertwined.

“Then I now present you as wife and husband. You may seal this bond with a kiss.

You felt lightheaded as Theoric slipped off your engagement ring and kissed you. The air around you shimmered but gave you the sense of flying.

When you stepped back Loki was looking down at you.

Angry voices echoed through the halls before bursting into Frigga’s audience hall. Your parents and Theoric’s parents, Sindri and Erna, followed her closely and bickered between themselves. Loki was still tied to you, hindering him from hallway carrying you in your lightheadedness.

“Loki, what is the meaning of this?” Frigga turned, livid in a way you had never seen before. “Of all days for tricks, this was not one of them. Y/N is your best friend; how could you even conceive to…”

“Mother, my queen, hear me out. Test this ring.” He tossed her the band of gold that Theoric gave to you. You felt steadier on your feet as she carried it away to an onyx dish.

She spun it, like a child with a coin. The ring twirled faster and faster till it levitated above the dish and began to shine brightly. “Stars above…” she whispered. She looked up at you with shame creasing her brow. “I am sorry, my child. I should have sensed something this powerful.”

“What does this mean?” your mother begged, wringing her hands.

“It means Theoric enchanted her.” Loki looked back to you. His eyes were not proud like they would be in triumph. If anything, they looked sad. “Here,” he handed you Theoric’s translated notes.

You felt your cheeks flush as you skimmed them and the enchantment crumbled apart in your mind. Threads wove together and you gasped. “He was planning something. With the Fire Giants. All those spells he helped me translate. They felt simple at the time, but… they still should have been over his skill level.” You leapt to stand before Frigga, dragging Loki behind you. “Portals. He was translating spells about portals. Using the Bifrost shards in the palace’s foundations. We have to seal them.”

Frigga marched past you, “I’ll send for the other sorceresses. Keep reading to see if he marked where in the foundations these portals could be summoned.”

You and Loki moved to follow her, but Sindri blocked his path. “Where is our son?”

The hall fell silent as Loki found his words.

“He is where his allegiances lie, in Muspelheim. Possibly in one of their dungeons.” You saw the grin he tried to hide. “They think he is me.”

Erna had to be caught by Sindri as her knees gave away. Frigga conjured a cup of water and led Erna to a window seat. “We will get him back, Lady Erna. But we must act quickly to protect everyone here. Can I depend on you to help and not to hinder?”

“Yes,” she mumbled.

Within an hour, the sorceresses had been gathered and Odin was sent for. You watched from a window in the hallway outside as the Bifrost roared to life and Odin came across with a few chief officers, but not including Thor. A short time later, he stormed into the hall where the mechanism had been built.

“I thought you said the test was a failure, Frigga, so why are you trying it now on a full scale? I won’t have your protégé destroying Asgard before the Fire Giants get here.”

“It will not be a full-scale test. Show him, Lady Y/N.”

You stepped forward with a new palace model built on a Bifrost shard. “We are going to try again with this. If it fails again, then our only line of defence will be you and the warriors stationed along the Musepelheim convergence. While I do not doubt their skill, if this works I would like to keep this magic secret from our enemies for as long as possible.”

Odin sighed. “So be it.”

You joined the other sorceresses around the small round table set up to one side. “Again, is everyone enchantment and jewellery free? Even the small spells to alter perception?” The women nodded. A few looked a little tired in the face where they weren’t before, but they looked stronger as a whole. “Then let us begin, and pray that Yggdrasil grants us this victory.”

As one, you all lowered your arms and turned your palms to the center. You started the chant first and the others fell in with their phrases, newly memorized. Gold light eased out of your palms like a mist, then turned red as each formation spread to touch the others. It danced and slithered along the table, reaching the Bifrost shard and the model. It began to spin faster and faster as your voices echoed louder in the space. Again, the orb formed around the model, turning back to gold as the strands touched at the apex. The chanting reverbed into silence as you all stopped.

You waited tensely for the explosion, but it never came. The orb, golden where it was blue in the last attempt, continued to spin.

“Stöðva,” you said, tapping the apex. The orb slowed and melted away, revealing the intact palace model inside.

“Does that convince you, Odin?” Frigga asked, turning to her husband.

He nodded. “You may proceed after we have traveled through the Bifrost.” He gave you a curt bow and then turned on his heel.

Loki was by your side in an instant. He lifted you into his arms and spun you around. “That was wonderful, Y/N. I caught the end of the test. The convergence that Theoric used has been warded, and his room has been shielded from receiving messages.”

One of the other sorceresses stepped up. “And Odin has left through the Bifrost.”

“Then let us begin,” you said with a smile. You led the sorceresses to stand around the mechanism and started the chant. It worked as with the model. As the orb spun, a golden curtain rose from the Bifrost material in the ground around the palace to the top of the center tower. The mechanism continued to spin as the curtain closed.

“It worked,” you whispered.

A second later the hall rang with cheers. You could hear other such cries of delight echoing through the palace.

Loki wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. “It worked. You are absolutely brilliant, Lady Y/N.”

“You can drop the title you know. We are married after all.” You stifled a giggle at his confused face. “We went through the ceremony, even if you had a different face for the most of it.”

“For nearly all of it,” he chuckled.

“And we sealed it with a kiss, which brought you out into the open. By all legal standards, we are married.” You laughed as he spun you around again, steadying yourself against his torso as he set you back to your feet.

“I promised I would marry you by the next Belewe moon!”

“And you kept your promise, no matter how many times I tried to push you away.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. “I love you, Loki.”

“And I love you, Y/N.”

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Promises Part 6: What About Her?

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Loki questions Theoric for what his plans were for you. They battle, stuck between Muspelheim and Asgard, for heart and realm.

Characters: Loki, Theoric, fire giants

Warnings: battle violence

Word Count: 900+ (wow, so short)

Note: I didn’t mean for this to come out so short, but it says what it needs too. Only one more chapter after this! Please reblog, like, and comment to let me know how you’ve liked the series so far. And please send me requests!

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“You know nothing of my plans,” Theoric growled. He pulled a dagger and launched himself at Loki, aiming for his throat.

Loki side stepped and pulled his pair of blades. He threw one at Theoric’s head, nicking his cheek as Theoric twisted away. When Theoric turned back around, his cut was flowing freely and he was livid.

“I know it is the ring. It stung me when she touched my arm in the library. I could feel the powerful magic then, but I was not sure how you managed it.” He pulled the papers from his pocket. “Your handwriting is distinct from Y/N’s. Yet, these are translations from the same text. There is a second volume, is there not?” Loki stayed planted as Theoric paced around him a couple meters away. “You gave her just enough to help your plan.”

“Yes,” Theoric growled. “She is more powerful than the fire giants realize. They would eliminate her. You should be thanking me for saving her life.”

Loki chuckled. “If my memory serves correct, she saved yours.”

“True. But their plan was to kill her in the conquest of the palace. With my ring on her finger, she cannot be hurt by their flames.”

By now Theoric was behind Loki, who could feel a powerful essence come into being and surge towards him. Loki rolled, crouching and ready to spar once again, but the blast kept flying. It dispersed upon contact with the stopped tunnel. With a quaking groan that rattled the floor, the tunnel started to grow again. Loki tried to stop it, but Theoric spun around him and slashed down at his wrist. Loki was able to escape most of the blade, but a thin red line welled up through his skin. Theoric flicked the air over his cut with a grin.

“Now we are even.”

Loki stood, following Theoric as he walked backwards into the tunnel as it grew brighter. “And what was your plan for Y/N? At some point, she was going to have to take off the ring. Even then, her mind is strong. Your spell would not have survived her will during the coup d’état, no matter how strong it was woven.”

“Trust my ingenuity, Loki, she would be surrounded on all sides. It is a simple spell at its heart. It only keeps her from thinking unwell of me past common irritation. Something common between a married couple.”

Loki leapt towards Theoric, wrapping his hands around his throat. “She will not yield to your treachery.”

“How do you know she has not already?” Theoric wheezed with a grin. As Loki’s grasp faltered in shock, Theoric kicked at his chest, sending him flying backwards. Loki was back to his feet in a second.

As he stood, he snickered at Theoric. He watched as the tunnel’s end began to come to a close. With a shrug, his green and gold shimmered into red and silver. Copies walked out from behind him, encircling the true and illusion Theoric. The center pair collided with each other in a tangle of limbs. They rolled and twisted till they could break apart and stand in opposite spots.

One slashed towards the other, then leapt back as he retaliated with his own swing. As he came in to land a punch, he tossed the blade to his other hand. The circle of Theorics stood silently as the two battled in the middle. As one they took a step inward, limiting the space. The tunnel was getting darker as it drew closer to Muselpheim. He took his chance to block the descending blade and thrust his own towards his opponent’s chest. They came to a quaking stand-still as muscles rippled under silver armour and the illusions stepped closer in. One twisted away as the other forced his blade to the other’s shoulder. This opened up room for the other blade to sink itself into an opening in the armour.

The red and silver shimmered away as the dark encircled the men. Hot red light streamed in as the door opened.

“Give me something to contain him,” the victor demanded. He received wrought iron shackles, which he smugly clicked onto the bleeding man. “Is all prepared on your side?”

“It is. Do we attack now?” The leading giant stepped closer, twisting his axe in hand.

“No. Not all is in place in Asgard.” Loki glowered up at Theoric and took a breath to speak. Theoric stuffed his mouth a glove, making him choke around the fabric. “There is still a wedding to take place.” Loki twisted against his bonds, shouting muffled commands at the giants in the space.

“You should be preparing for battle, not attaching yourself to the witch.”

Theoric twisted around to stare down the giant towering over him. “Without her magic, this plan will not work. Besides, I may need the time to tie up any loose ends that have unravelled. Prince Loki’s presence is… unsettling.” Theoric turned back around to view his fuming form, then kicked him in the chin. Loki jerked backwards and moved no more.

“Keep him here. If he wakes, do not listen to a word he says. He can transform and may try to confuse you. Once the ceremony is complete, I will come and open the final portal. If I do not come, then I have been captured and the Muspel conquest of Asgard will have to wait till I escape.” He faced the room and spoke to the gathered warriors. “The day will come though when you will see Asgard with flames in her turrets. It will come.”

He bowed to the room, then turned on his heel and walked back down the passage, leaving the fire giants to drag Loki away into the darkness.

Part 7 Finale: Sealed With a Kiss 

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