Hi! I'm kind of obsessed with Loki (One Piece) and I write some fanfiction about him. You can also find me on AO3 under the same username!
She/Her - Brazil
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Heyy idk if you take requests so you can ignore this but I had something in mind for a fic (or one shot) about a pirate, the reader (in luffy's crew?) that met Loki. The pirate could be of any gender I don't really care though I am a girl so I'd prefer that lmao. And so they had eaten a water devil fruit which allows them to turn themselves into water and manipulate water at will, so they can fly because they can make themselves turn to gas, or liquify themselves to do stuff! I thought this could be cool af as a devil fruit. And so maybe since Loki's so big he's always careful around the crew but he feels comfortable around Luffy and the reader because he knows he can't crush them and it's so cute!! I would like it to be fluff and maybe a bit of romance since I'm obsessing over Loki rn but it's okay if not! Just a suggestion. I'll try asking other writers too since I can't properly write what I'm imagining but really want to read it 😭🙏
Oh my gosh, I didn’t think I’d get a request this soon, and it made me so happy! Thank you for trusting me with your idea! Give me a few days to figure out how to handle the plot and to do some research on liquid and gaseous states so I don’t write any nonsense. I promise I won’t take too long!
And it’ll probably be a oneshot—I’ll admit I’m a little irresponsible when it comes to long stories, but I’m working on that, too.
See you soon <3
Things between you and Loki take an unexpected turn after he gets jealous.
Tags: Loki x Female Reader, Explicit Sexual Content, Masturbation, Jealousy, Smut, NSFW.
Loki kept his hands at the base of your spine as they made their way past the guests. It wasn’t the first time you’d had this kind of contact; he usually guided you like this whenever he was annoyed and wanted to get out of somewhere quickly, but without being left alone. The difference was that, this time, he didn’t seem annoyed by some inconvenient stranger, but by you.
When they stopped in a secluded, dark hallway, in front of a window with a wide sill, lit only by moonlight, you tilted your head back as far as you could, as you always did to look him in the eye.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” he repeated, his voice slightly strained.
“That’s what I asked. What’s wrong?”
“What did he say to make you blush like that?”
It took you a few seconds to realize he was talking about the moment in the ballroom, just before Loki intercepted you, when you were dancing with a handsome, flirtatious giant.
The memory made your cheeks flush again.
“See? You’re blushing again! Tell me what he said!”
You thought about denying it, but you knew how insistent the giant in front of you could be, especially when he was annoyed. So you replied softly:
“He said my lips are very beautiful and that I’m disturbingly attractive.”
Loki seemed to take a few seconds to process that, and when he did, he decided to ignore it.
“You never blush around me.”
“That’s not true, you always make me feel embarrassed.”
“Not like that.”
“That’s because you never say nice things to me.”
He pauses; his posture, which had been leaning toward you to hear you better, straightens.
“Your lips are very beautiful, and you are disturbingly attractive,” Loki says, his voice deeper and serious.
You were about to interrupt him to say that there was no point in repeating another giant’s words, but he continued first:
“Your eyes are enchanting, your smile is radiant, your voice is a joyful melody I never tire of hearing. Your scent…” He whispered, moving closer, bending down again to inhale deeply near your neck. “I can’t describe this scent, which unsettles me when you get close. And your skin… I love the way it glows in the sun and under the moon.”
He runs the backs of his fingers along your bare arm, illuminated by the moonlight. You feel goosebumps rise, the heat coursing through you and pooling in your face. Loki steps back just enough to look at you through the blindfolds he was wearing. The giant’s chest rose and fell with a strange calm as he watched you turn a faint shade of red. You feel your heart pounding in your chest, so hard that you feared the beats would echo through your throat and escape among the words you were trying to stammer out in vain.
“It’s not enough,” Loki complains.
You assumed he was referring to your reaction, your inability to respond to that unexpected declaration in a fitting manner, until he grabs your waist and sits you on the windowsill.
“What are you—”
The giant brings a hand to the hem of your party dress; his fingers touch your ankles and slowly trace up your leg. You feel a shiver run through your body and hold your breath. It was a gentle, mischievous touch that moved up to the outside of your thigh and began to caress it.
You should have protested; the castle was full, giants were coming and going nonstop—it would be easy to find them there. But the surprise, mixed with that desperate longing between your legs, clouded your mind, blurring all your common sense.
You shifted, making room for him to explore deeper. Loki slid his fingers inside and it didn’t take long for them to reach your panties. His middle finger pressed lightly against the damp fabric, moving back and forth in a slow, torturous rhythm. Your hips, welcoming this new sensation, moved forward, giving him more freedom to do as he pleased.
Tired of staying only on the surface, Loki slipped his hand inside that unwanted piece of clothing and gained access to your innermost, completely wet area. He caressed the warm area with the same finger, sliding wherever he wanted with ease.
You moaned and closed your eyes, feeling your nails scrape the surface you were resting on and your breathing becoming ragged. It was so hot that, if all your senses weren’t focused on something else, you would surely start taking your clothes off.
“Is it here?” he whispered, feeling his way between your lips. “No, maybe here… Ah, here.” He concluded as you tensed up a little more.
You began to feel spasms of pleasure as he stimulated your clitoris in slow, steady circular motions. Your throat emitted involuntary sounds every time you tried to breathe.
“Look at me,” he corrected your posture with his free hand, making your back arch backward; you leaned your entire weight against him and opened your eyes.
Loki’s lips were parted and his body tense. You could see veins bulging from his neck, which also had shades of red, much softer than yours. But something was keeping you from having access to everything that situation had to offer.
Your hands moved up to his face, to the bands covering his eyes, and you gathered all your strength to say:
“Only if you look at me too.”
The movement between your legs stopped, and his mouth opened wider until he flashed a mischievous smile and nodded. You carefully removed the fabric, while he resumed his caresses with a little more pressure.
You could have come the moment your eyes met his. When you came face to face with that unusual mix of colors he hid from the world, but which stared at you lasciviously. And, by the way his pupils were dilated, you were sure he also liked what he was seeing.
When you returned to your initial state, completely melted in the giant’s free hand, he slid his middle finger down to the entrance of your vagina and slowly penetrated you. One was enough to fill you just right. You squeezed your insides against him, letting out higher-pitched sounds, and saw stars when he went back to stimulating your clitoris, this time with his thumb.
He kept up the movements and watched all those wild impulses he was causing in you with satisfaction. All your mind could recognize were those exotic eyes you adored so much. All your body wanted was to release all that pent-up tension.
It didn’t take long for your desire to be fulfilled. The contractions inside your body squeezed him just as tightly as you squeezed the windowsill, moaning loudly, rolling your eyes, and bidding farewell to the adrenaline flooding through you. Loki stopped little by little, while you gasped for air and returned to reality.
“That’s better,” he said, with a smug smile.
“Better what?”
Loki gestured toward the window with a nod; you turned and saw your own reflection in the glass. Even though the view wasn’t clear, it was obvious how your face, neck, and chest were completely red, in a way they’d never been before.
“All of this,” you continued, your voice drawn out and breathless. “To make me feel embarrassed?”
His smile widened. Loki grabbed your waist and set you back down on the floor. He waited for you to steady your legs, smooth out your dress, and fix your hair before letting go of you completely.
“We’d better go; you made a lot of noise.”
You shot him an accusing look, but said nothing. You headed back to the ball while he readjusted the blindfolds over his eyes.
An inexplicable peace flooded your chest along with a happiness that overflowed toward the guests. When that flirtatious giant, who had showered you with compliments earlier, asked what had happened, your eyes searched for Loki.
When you found him, he was already staring at the two of you and surreptitiously raised the finger that had been inside you to his lips, licking it suggestively.
Your body grew hot again as if you were standing before the sun itself, suffocating you to the point where you felt your sweat might turn to steam. You knew your face had the same flush as before. And so it would remain, whenever Loki wished.
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