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A Question of Trust: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [link] A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (10) Your secret lover Loki is on a date with someone else. This can't end well. Or can it? It all comes down to one question. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Jealousy. Smut. Language. PV Sex. Voyeurism. Posessiveness. Brief cum play. Mild angst. (w/c 2.5k)

“Wanda, will you shut up.” you hissed harshly as she fumbled beside you in the darkness. The two of you were concealed behind a hedge opposite a hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant in the East Village, spying on Loki. “I’m sorry I just argh...I think I stepped in dog shit” she grumbled, as you rolled your eyes towards the wide glass windows where he and Megan from operations sat in full view. The waiter poured wine as she traced her fingers over her ample cleavage, leaning forward towards your secret lover who...was leaning forward too. Oh god. “What are they doing, are they kissing?” Wanda said distractedly as she inspected the sole of her boot. It had been five days since you had last so much as touched Loki. Not that you were angry with him exactly, you just didn’t know what to say. Wanda's question made you feel sick.

His grand plan to distract the team from your secret liaisons with an evening entertaining the gorgeous Megan was a little too real. You had barely slept all week. But as Loki had pointed out - he had no obligations to you. None at all. Apart from keeping your secret. The tower was abuzz with rumours of the new couple, and so Wanda had insisted you come with her on a stake-out to settle the team's bets on whether they were sleeping together. There were so many bets. And like a fool, you had agreed. “You know they call her the cock-coordinator” Wanda chuckled, assuming her position by your shoulder, peering over the sharp twigs; “because she makes all the guys ha-” “-that’s a terrible name.” you said sharply, hoping your indifferent tone masked the painful twisting of your stomach. Wanda shrugged, before a few seconds passed in blessed silence. “Oh, look...I think she’s playing with him under the table” she quipped, “do you think they’re fucking? I do.” “Wanda will you shut up. I’m trying to concentrate.” you hissed. Was she playing with him under the table? The signs outside were arranged in such a way it made it hard to tell. This had been the worst idea in the world. Meetings with Loki over the past few days had been brief and public, the sultry invitation in his eyes unanswered as you made your excuses to steal yourself away from his clandestine plans. You wanted him desperately, but the idea that he didn’t want you? Not really? That was too much to bear. Your head was a mess, and you only had yourself to blame. “Do you think Loki’s a good lay?” Wanda pondered thoughtfully, “I think he would be but in a... selfish kind of way. Huge cock though, definitely. I mean look at him” she muttered as you closed your eyes, willing death to take you. “Wanda.” you hissed as she conceded, becoming quiet. A minute passed in silence, the buzz of conversation from the line of restaurants twinkling prettily in the night air making your heart break. You were such an idiot. “What do you think though?” Wanda whispered warily, “...big cock?” “Oh definitely.” you murmured, your eyes roaming over Loki’s earnest smile as his date told a story, “Like a tube of cookie dough.” Your eyes flickered to Wanda’s, both snorting forward at the same time into the bushes in an uncontrolled fit of giggles. “Shhhh” she hushed, “the food’s arriving.”

You watched for the next hour as Loki charmed his way through two courses of dinner. Every time you thought you had been numbed; another seductive tactic was thrust in your face. The way he laughed coyly with his chin tilted forward. The way he licked bruschetta from his fingers, sucking just a second too long on his thumb and hollowing those devastating cheekbones. Megan would have been ready to fuck him by the time they’d finished the first drink. Wanda’s phone buzzed, the light shooting upward in the darkness. “Shit...” she mumbled, “Rogers. I gotta go – are you OK to stay for the verdict? Remember...Wilson odds 3/1 they’re fucking so we gotta be sure. There’s a lot of money riding on this.” You nodded, shooing her away as you watched Megan lean forward to twist Loki’s hair behind his ear. Bitch. “I’ll message you…” you muttered, as Wanda patted your arm before scurrying into the darkness. You released a heavy, wavering sigh that had been brewing. Cold air stung your eyes through the raging heat of jealously. It was now or never, and like Wanda said- you had to be sure. Stealthily, you crept along the hedge to the park entrance, crossing the street and hopping a low wall to the back of the restaurant. You could hear glasses clinking, the kitchens bustling with the noise of the weekend rush as chefs busied themselves. “Good evening, Agent.” You jumped, stumbling against the wall as your head whipped around to see Loki leaning smugly against the shadowed brick. “I would say this was an unexpected surprise, but alas...I fear your training has somewhat deserted you tonight.” His gaze glinted mischievously in the low light, lips curling in a knowing smirk. You straightened, pulling yourself up to your full height. “I uh-just wanted to...check, I mean…” You sighed; the energy expended on maintaining your indifference all week wearing your armour thin. You just wanted to know. “Are you fucking Megan?” Loki eyed you suspiciously, one eyebrow raising in the gloom. “Are you asking? Or is this the query of the Scarlett Witch and her band of gossiping birds with wager slips in hand?” You felt your cheeks heat in the darkness as Loki pushed himself from the wall, ambling the short distance with his hands in his pockets. “Well?” he purred, stopping inches from your gaze lined with his chest. “I don’t think you are, but…” your voice wavered, eyes travelling slowly to meet his, “I guess I wondered if you...planned to.” You grimaced, your gaze falling again to the ground. The pathetic sound of your own words made you cringe as Loki’s brow furrowed. “Do you trust me, Agent?” he murmured, running a finger along your jaw. You shivered at the touch, the need to feel his body pressed tightly to yours threatening to overwhelm you, “Loki I-…”

Loki spun on his heels, striding back inside the restaurant as your mind floundered. “Loki!” you yelled, running to the back door and following him through the hallway by the small kitchen. You caught him just as he crossed the boundary to front-of-house, yanking the back of his shirt, “Loki.” you repeated firmly. In a second he spun to face you, sliding one hand around your waist and the other behind your head in a graceful pincer movement. You gasped before he kissed you hungrily, pressing you against the wooden bar as his tongue slid roughly between your lips. You could feel his hardness through his trousers; thick and ready. The hum of the restaurant continued around you; twenty full tables unbothered by the dramatic display of passion in plain sight. Loki’s hands travelled up your thigh, tracing the bare skin at the edges of your loose skirt as he broke your kiss. “Do you trust me?” he growled, his eyes burning with a pleading ferocity you had never seen before. This was no game. “Yes, Loki. I trust you.” you replied, solemnly.

He stooped to cup your ass under the skirt, fingers melting into your warm flesh. A roll of electricity wafted over your body from your toes to your scalp, the return of his attentions making your skin ignite with ravenous need. Your breaths quickened, hands sliding to wind around his neck as he lifted you atop the bar counter. A waiter placed an order check by your hip, absent-mindedly muttering something in Italian to the barman. They couldn’t see you. Loki pressed his chest to yours, melding his body between your widened thighs. His buckle grazed your pussy, the jolt of tingling sensations making you moan. “They can neither see nor hear us, darling; never fear.” he murmured between needy kisses, rubbing his large palms from your knees to the tops of your thighs. “I don’t care” you keened as his lips ravished your neck; biting, sucking. “I don’t care if everyone sees you fuck me.”

Loki chuckled darkly against your skin, “Yes you do, kitten, but that is a conversation for another time.” Your wandering hands moved to his buckle, fumbling with the fastenings as he hissed beneath your roughness. You were starved with desire for him, the last five days a gnawing wound that needed to be washed clean and cleansed by his fire. An itch only his dick could scratch. “Gods, Y/N I’ve missed you…” he murmured, releasing a groan as long fingers pulled your panties to the side, feeling the slick that lay beneath. “Why must I always miss you?”

His cock mounted effortlessly into your tight channel; pretences forgotten. A long sigh from his throat filled the air as the humming barman laid a tray of drinks by your side. Loki’s hand pressed into the small of your back, sliding you towards him as your legs wound around his hips. His wet kisses were frantic as he adjusted your body on top of his length, raising you from the bar and returning you with a soft thump. “You are the most frustrating-uhh, fickle-minded uuhhhhh-insatiable being I have ever known” he panted in your ear, his fingers wrapping around your spread thighs. You devoured the base of his neck with messy kisses, placing bruising sucks against delicate skin as he threw his head back with a moan of your name. The waiter returned, sliding the tray laden with drinks to his palm and turning to weave between the bustling tables.

“And you are the m-most infuriating-ahhh being in the u-universe L-Loki Laufeyson and I h-hate you sometimes, fuckkk-oh-yesss.” The words came from a place deep inside you, raw truth blossoming in the power of Loki’s magic. Something was different. His palms slid over your hips and down to your ass, pulling you tighter against him with a jolt as he bottomed out. “Only sometimes?” he muttered, a tight groan simmering behind his teeth, “you do like me, pet.” You could feel him smile against your cheek, his dark hair falling in waves across your eyes as you tightened the grip of your legs around his waist. Loki buried his face in your neck, low grunts rising higher as he ground into you, the pleasantries of his sexual repertoire cast aside. From over his shoulder, you saw couples on their phones, friends laughing, an old man dining alone...and Megan. Shit, you’d forgotten about Megan. She sat by the window, poised for her date’s return with her legs crossed, back straight, looking straight towards the doorway by your side. What had he told her? Your lips twitched with a smug smile as you relished her confusion, clenching the walls of your pussy around Loki’s length as he let out another strangled moan.

“Say my name, Loki” you groaned loudly as you felt the swell of pride at his desperation, the sight of Megan’s fruitless display renewing your possessive urges as she re-adjusted her cleavage. “Y/N...Y/N, fuck...uhhhhh...gods Y/N, never forsake me again…” he moaned, as your stomach fluttered. You gripped his biceps, feeling them flex beneath his perfectly fitted shirt as he jammed into you, his cock edging deeper into your willing heat than you thought possible. From this angle, there wasn’t a sliver of daylight between you, the tight gyration of his hips ensuring his manhood never left your sacred cunt for long. A woman was heading for the bathroom, her route taking her on course to collide with your entangled display across the bar. She stopped suddenly, a glazed look in her eyes as she re-directed to a ninety-degree angle, avoiding you completely. Clever, you thought. He’s been holding out on me. Your fingers grasped at Loki’s jaw as his lips parted, looking down at you with hooded eyes. He was panting wildly. It had been too long since he'd worked you beneath his body, and he was possessed. Dark grunts escaped his throat as he scooped one of your thighs to rest over his arm, angling his hips upwards as you let out a cry. “I do not pretend to understand your n-need for secrecy, uhhh, darling.fuck,” he snarled, his approaching orgasm tremoring in his voice; “but our c-clandestine activities will remain so for yess...for as long as you wish...” You leant your elbows back against the wood, hearing the bartender polishing glasses obliviously behind you with a sharp squeak. Loki straightened, drawing his thick tip slowly in and out your entrance. You saw his gaze crawling over the sight of his cock dipping inside you. He bit his lip, teeth tugging primally against skin as he drew it out. He loved that view. Loved watching himself take you like an animal. His eyes flashed like a predator about to feast. Maybe he would...and maybe you would let him. “I have one condition” he panted, watching your eyes narrow as your climax hung in the balance. Your mouth fell open as he slowly bottomed out once more. The sight of him effortlessly fucking you in public with that damn shirt caressing his muscles, your leg thrown wantonly over his forearm, his needy cock on display…his 'date' in full view. You were going to come all over him. He was yours. “Anything, Loki. Anything.” you murmured. And you meant it. His stare intensified, jaw flexing as he searched your eyes for understanding.

“My condition is that we have no secrets from each other...” he growled, pressing himself closer between your legs, hitching your thigh in the crook of his arm as you let out a sharp moan. “Yes?” he said, thrusting his hips gently as he rocked you over the precipice. “Yesss, Loki...no secrets” you whispered, kissing him deeply as your walls clenched. You head swam with his scent, the feeling of completeness as you climaxed, shuddering against his grip. Deep moans flew from your throat, primal relief exploding with your forehead pressed to his shoulder. Your tightened pussy dragged against his thick girth, the low thundering groan of his erupting orgasm shaking you against the wooden bar. Loki's tongue slid between your lips, devouring your messy moans of afterglow before tucking his softening manhood inside his trousers. He ran his hands down your bare calves, gently falling to his knees. With one swift movement he pulled your panties aside again, exposing your glistening pussy with a low sigh of approval. He licked from the base to the top of your slit, gathering your combined arousals on his soft tongue, releasing your clit with a gentle suck. “Mine” he whispered darkly against your wet skin. You wondered if he had intended for you to hear it. He rose to his feet, offering his hand as you slid down from the bar. “You may as well go out the front this time” he said teasingly, enjoying the smile playing on your lips. “I’ll see you soon?” you said, running your hands through the god of mischief's curls as he nodded. “If you'll have me, darling." Your heart leapt, Loki's eyebrows raising as he observed excitement light in your features. "But tonight, I must not be impolite" he murmured, seeing your gaze flicker to Megan re-applying her lipstick. A small roll of jealousy clashed with the heavy warmth of sex hanging in your belly as Loki ran a finger across your jaw. "Rest assured, she will not have access to my entire range of entertainments” he said, his lips curling in a knowing smile. “Now run along and tell the others that my reputation for sexual prowess must sadly be...exaggerated” he winked, brushing his thumb across your lips. “I will find another way to sow the seeds of distraction, this particular experiment has too high a price.” Your eyes ran over him as he re-adjusted his shirt, edging towards the narrow hallway from where Megan would expect him to return. A table of men roared with laughter, the room fizzing as alcohol began to flow freely. A familiar buzz of nerves blossomed in your stomach, feeling the words you had fought against rising like a flash flood. You stood on the edge of a confession that had the power to change everything; I love you, Loki. But it was too soon. It was too much. He wasn't that kind of man. He wasn't a man at all. “No secrets, remember?” he said, shooting you a wink as you pulled open the glass door and slid into the cool night air.

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Touch Yourself: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (9) You hear a rumour about Loki, and you decide the balance of power needs a little...re-organisation. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Descriptive Masturbation. Jealousy. Dirty Talk. Language. Teasing. Mild angst.

Loki’s sultry gaze met you as he opened the door, a half-smile pressed to his dimples. You checked either side of the empty hallway once more before stepping inside as the god rolled his eyes, closing it behind you. “You’re making life unnecessarily difficult for yourself, you know. No one will care that we are involved intimately, I positively guarantee it” he said, beginning to unbutton his shirt. “I very much doubt that” you muttered, strolling immediately to pull the curtains closed as he chuckled behind you. “Darling, need I remind you of last week when I took you against the panoramic glass in the bar area?” he said, shaking his head. You spun to face him, blood simmering as you took a deep breath, “Firstly, that was the sixty-fifth floor...this is the sixty-first. And secondly, why is there a rumour that you’re fucking that woman from operations?”

Loki’s face hardened, his cheekbones sharpening as he set his jaw. “Ah, Megan…” he said thoughtfully, his gaze drawing across your twitching facial expression. “Megan.” you repeated, the name sounding like a slur.

You became increasingly irate behind a veil of serenity as he stared you down, looking more handsome with every millimetre his lips curled into that shit-eating smirk. “Yes, she is quite comely, isn’t she…” he drawled, unbuttoning his shirt further, “you know how these things start, pet – whispers.”

The breaths in your chest didn’t feel like your own. Your stomach was trying to crawl up your throat. The twist of nerves and anxiety in your belly was acid, all the worst fears you had nursed since Wanda had told you the gossip excitedly this morning. They rose to the surface as you tried not to vomit. “Whispers?” you mumbled before his eyes grew wide in faux alarm. “Oh, I should clarify. My whispers.” he quipped, “Yes, I started the rumour.” Your brow creased. “Why would you do that?” you said as he stalked across the room, undoing the final button on his shirt. “Because, darling…everyone is getting very animated about this ‘who besmirched Eleanor’ debacle. And since everyone in nine realms except Rogers understands the true nature of the act…and since I am naturally the most likely suspect, a distraction was required.” Loki leaned to kiss along your neck, making your knees weaken. “Most likely suspect?” you repeated, inhaling his heavy scent.

“Yes, it appears that there is a list of potential lovers I may have corrupted Rogers car with…” he felt your breath hitch as his hand travelled your waist, “don’t worry pet, your name does not appear on that list…” he murmured, gently biting your earlobe. “It seems that my alleged 'reputation' has stimulated our colleagues' imaginations. No surprise considering it appears even the woman I am bedding believes that she is not enough to satisfy my lust.” You slid your hands to his shoulders, pushing him back lightly. His head tilted, that luxurious hair falling wildly where he had brushed it to the side. There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he enjoyed the hold he had over you, smug bastard. You brought your thigh between his legs, raising it to press against his crotch as he narrowed his eyes, a soft exhale escaping his lips. “I think we need to address the power balance in this...arrangement.” you murmured, as his eyebrow flickered. “Power balance? Darling, if you knew the power you hold over my thoughts it would make you shudder…” he said loftily as his lips lowered to yours. You pressed a finger to them, your words no more than a whisper. “Well, why don’t you tell me?” Loki stepped backward, reclining into the plush wing-back chair beside the window. His living room was a cabinet of curiosities, each piece more stunning than the last. “What would you like to know?” he purred, as you began to pace slowly back and forth. “You told me you touch yourself thinking of us...” Loki nodded, widening his thighs. His open shirt hung loose, the edges trailing his firm chest as he adjusted, muscles rippling. “Thinking may have been putting it lightly.” he chuckled darkly. “I palm myself so rigorously, so onerously to visions of you and I in all sorts of compromising positions that it truly is a marvel my brother has not broken through that door many times these past months…” he murmured, watching your reaction. You paused to face him, ensuring you stayed away from the reach of his long arms. “I thought you said you saved all your cum for me?” you said, unbuttoning your blouse. The green silk of his favourite lingerie was revealed, selected for tonight’s meeting before Wanda had inadvertently ruined your day. “That is correct” Loki muttered, his eyes fixed on your cleavage while he leant forward. Thick forearms slid up his thighs, his gaze burning with anticipation. You could see his cock hardening inside his tight trousers as you unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the ground around your ankles. Loki wet his lips. “If I allowed myself to climax, darling" he murmured, "my brother would absolutely have broken the door down. Many, many times; believe me. I would not be able to control myself. That is the power you hold over me.” You shuddered, watching him recline back against the chair once more. His hand brushed against his concealed length, his eyelids fluttering involuntarily. A small thrust upwards betrayed his need in the face of coolness. If that was the power you held, then you intended to wield it.

“I want you to touch yourself” you purred, walking slowly to the god and spreading your legs over his open thighs, fitting snugly against his hips. You leant to his ear, combing your hand through that luscious hair to hold it out the way with a tug. “I want you to fuck your hand the way you do when you’re alone. And none of this saving it all for me edging bullshit” you whispered as he shivered beneath your sultry tones, “I want to watch you make yourself spurt, Loki. Hard.” Raising your thighs to draw his face through your cleavage a muffled moan tumbled from his throat. It vibrated against you, burying deep in your skin. “Don’t be cruel, pet” he mumbled warily, sucking a bruising kiss to your breast. “I haven’t touched you in three whole days…”. His hands wandered to your hips, pushing you down. “Cruel?” you chuckled, sliding your panties across the heavy cock straining painfully against his suit, “you’ve no idea how cruel I can be, darling.” He groaned as you slid from his lap. His fingers trailing longingly against your bare thighs as you backed away to lower on the sofa. From here, you had a perfect view of your desperate god. He looked so fucking beautiful when he was desperate. His eyes smouldered, raking across your body as you crossed your legs. Those dexterous hands fumbled at his buckle, sliding the leather through the metal holdings and throwing it gently to the wooden floor. His hips lifted as he unfastened the buttons of his trousers, releasing that delicious cock resting lightly in a loose fist. “Well?” you enunciated, letting your parted lips remain open. Loki's eyes narrowed as he accepted your sincerity. You removed your shirt, ensuring he saw every agonising inch of flesh revealed just outside his reach. He sucked the fingers of his right hand as he eye-fucked you, a thick wad of saliva coating his digits as he lowered the slickened hand to his lap. The god began to stroke himself, lips parted, flexing his fingers as he found the perfect positioning. With one motion he slid down his shaft, exposing the deliciously sensitive tip you knew so well. His thumb pressed firmly against the top of his girth, finding the pressure that made him squirm as he growled softly, increasing his grip. Loki’s lips parted as he found a familiar rhythm, slowly pumping in methodical sequence as you watched in mesmerised awe. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the elbow, the muscles of his right arm straining as his left grasped the fabric against his thigh. Thin lines of taunt skin creased across his torso, his abdominal muscles crunching against the force of pleasure. His slick fist pulled at his velvet skin. So rough. So needy. Loki’s moans of frustration filled the air as you widened your legs on the sofa, watching his eyebrows slant as he gaped at the sight of what he craved. You began to brush your pussy teasingly as you bit your lip, feeling the fabric of your green silk gusset damp beneath the touch. “Talk to me, Loki…” you murmured as his searing gaze ran wantonly over the display. “Fuck, darling…” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as his curled fist tugged back and forth, “this is torture.”

The god of mischief spread on a chair pleasuring himself was pure art. It was all you could do not to relent and mount him where he sat. His body fought against every wave of transient bliss, muscles twitching in protest under his supple skin. You smiled as you watched his hips thrust upwards to his palm, the soft skin of his cock tugging relentlessly as he moaned like a shy whore, waiting for your next play. Fingers slipped into your panties, feeling the wet slick of arousal growing between your folds. You drew your fingers over the hot mess, landing on your clit and beginning to rub in gentle circles. Loki began to pant, a whine falling from him as he watched you touch yourself. “Uhhhh Y/N, look what you do to me…” he rumbled, his head falling back with pleasure before returning it to the front. He didn’t want to miss a thing. “To have your perfect body so c-close to me, so tantalisingly uhhhh close” he hissed as his fingers pressed tighter around his desperate length. “Do you want me, Loki?” you cooed, as you arched your back against the cushions. Your fingers slid easily against your heat, dripping as you watched your denied lover unravel before your eyes. His thighs were restless, bouncing lightly with every thrust. The fingertips of his free hand had sunk into the covered flesh as he grasped wildly at himself for relief. Luxurious fabric stretched sluttishly across his leg muscles, the restraint maddening him. Loki had slid down the back of the chair slightly, his chin lowered as he observed you with ferocious concentration. “Tell me what you think of when you’re alone, baby” you murmured between soft groans of pleasure. His forehead creased in jealousy, the vein in his neck flexing against the skin as he tried to control himself. “Fuckkkkkk” he moaned loudly, “Gods...this. I think of this, of you sprawled across my f-furnishings, desperate for me to fuck-ahh-you...begging for me to pleasure you” he panted, the knuckles of his fist turning white as he abused himself; his resistance forgotten. “aaah-all the places we’ve f-fucked, how you moan my name when you cum mounted around my cock, the noises you m-make, pet as you m-milk my seed...how a-aahh...how your pretty cunt tastes-s, uhhh Y/N I could...uuh—hh survive on nothing but your delicious c-cunt for the rest of eternity…” Loki’s eyes were wild. His gaze never rested as it rolled over your body, a man possessed. He watched as your breasts heaved tantalisingly the closer you brought yourself to climax, the silk of his colours wrapped tauntingly against your curves. “D-darling” he stuttered, his pants staggered, “may I come over there and p-push your thighs back and-d fuck…please.., this is intolerable” he moaned desperately through broken breaths. You could see beads of pre-cum forming on his tip, gathered by every sweep of his needy hand. Loki’s head fell back, eyelids fluttering shut as he groaned loudly to the ceiling. The hand not encasing his length gripped against the arm of the chair against his coming climax. You pressed against your swollen clit, feeling jolts of pleasure surge each time Loki thrust upwards with your name like a prayer on his lips. “Moan louder, baby” you keened, “don’t stop, please...” The words alone set him alight. A long groan tumbled from his throat, shaking the air; modesty forgotten. His fist plundered his manhood, every stride meeting the base of his cock before snapping back to roll the skin mercilessly over the thick tip. The sound of his flesh slapping was music, his eyes tightly shut as he entered the final throes before orgasm. “Fuck.” he growled, “Uhhhhh yes...I can’t...hold...uhhhhhh godsss…”

His brow furrowed as he met your gaze, wide-eyed innocence as he momentarily mourned the loss of your warm heat. His mouth fell open, hips shuddering as his taunt thighs raised off the chair; grasping at his straining column ready to burst. He watched you remove your fingers from your silk panties, grunting loudly with wavering pitch as you slowly sucked the sticky juices from your fingertips. With a thunderous moan Loki came over his clenched fist, his gaze never lifting as you ran a wet finger between your breasts. His sacred seed dripped over his long fingers as he panted erratically, leaning his head to rest against the back of the chair. You rose and sidled over to him, kneeling between his spread legs as your lover caught his breath. His digits were still curled around his length, warm milky cum pooling between them. Gently you raised his hand, licking away the mess. Your tongue caught a drop falling from your lip as you looked up to the god, his chin lowered as he watched you work. “Enjoying ourselves, are we?” he purred as your mouth enveloped his softening cock, gently sucking every drop of his spent arousal. You nodded with your mouth full, withdrawing slowly as Loki hissed above you. “I hope your curiosity is satisfied” he murmured, effortlessly lifting you by the waist and sliding you to mount his lap. You pursed your lips, tilting your head as you looked down at your teasing lover. His hand slid around the back of your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. “Mmmm-Loki?” you murmured against his open mouth, as he sighed. “I just realised...what if someone asks Megan about you?” Loki’s brow furrowed. “I’m not sure I understand...” he said slowly as you watched his eyebrows edge higher. Realisation dawned on you that he must have made a show of wooing Megan in front of as many people as possible to facilitate the rumour Wanda heard. “It was just a bit of calculated flirting...” he said lightly, searching your face. “Well, they’ll realise you're not actually seeing each other soon, I guess...” you muttered, leaning to kiss Loki again as he pulled away. “But I am ‘seeing’ Megan.” he huffed, “we have plans for dinner this weekend. That’s the point.” Loki’s brow furrowed deeper under the storm of your stare, before breaking out in a strained laugh. “It’s just dinner, darling” he shrugged, “I’m sorry, is there a problem? A midgardian custom of which I am unaware? I wasn’t under the impression that this was against any rules we had in place...” Your stomach flipped as he raised an eyebrow knowingly before continuing, “...as far as I am aware, there is only one.” You opened your mouth to speak and faltered, the familiar twist of jealousy rising with speed. He was right. You had no claim on him. Or he on you. Apart from the fact that you had accepted you were completely in love with him. But he didn't know that. Your palms felt sweaty against his shoulders, heat rising under your skin as he stared up at you expectantly.

“This way there is a suitable trail of breadcrumbs for gossiping birds like my brother, and we can continue our clandestine arrangement undetected” he purred, trailing a finger across your cheekbone, “...just as you wish.” You swallowed. Loki's eyes glanced towards your cleavage as your heart began to pound. “Isn’t that right, darling?” he murmured sweetly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

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Absolutely Dripping [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A very wet towel-clad god interrupts your prank. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smutty. Extreme Loki Thirst. Language. Based on my Hot Gif Drabble: The Towel (w/c 2.9k)

You bit your lip, nerves of excitement flushing through your blood as you rounded the corner toward the men’s locker room. Revenge sat snug in the pocket of your jeans; the small bag of powder nestled against your hip. The plan was perfect. That smug bastard wasn’t going to know what hit him. You’d been planning this all week, waiting until he predictably spent Saturday morning in the Tower gym with Wilson. This’ll teach him to mess with me, you thought; grimacing at the memory of your most unflattering underwear decorating the Avengers common room like goddam bunting.

You looked around, registering the patter of a shower in use down the hall. I’ll be in and out, you thought; frantically scanning the benches. A few kit bags lay dotted around. You squinted, reading the names embroidered into their fabric; Wilson, Barton...Barnes. You smirked, tiptoeing like a cartoonish villain across the tiles, incandescent with silent glee. You unzipped Bucky’s kit bag, rummaging for the prize you sought. Why does he need so much shit for the gym, he lives upstairs; you thought, while one hand fumbled inside the pocket at your hip. Your eyes widened with excitement as they fell on the item in question. His trousers. “Reduced to indulging yourself with the stolen scent of Barnes’ raggedy sweatpants, Agent?” You froze, eyes flickering back and forth against the lockers as you stood hunched with the offending article in your hands. “You really must work on your clandestine techniques, darling. I could hear your elephantine footsteps from the shower-room.”

You spun around, clutching the black sweatpants to your chest. “Loki. Hi.”

Laufeyson leant against the open doorway, a fist holding a towel loosely wrapped around his hips. Clearly, he had been in a hurry. A dark trail of fine hair bordered the towel's edge over his Adonis belt, skin still glistening with fresh droplets of water. You swallowed.

He was soaking. Absolutely dripping, in fact. The dents in his chiselled torso glimmered with a mirrored sheen, flicking his sodden hair back from his face. Water ran down his biceps, catching in the crook of his elbow before pattering to the floor. He crossed his ankles, the jaunty confidence of his stance making it difficult to retain even a nugget of dignity. You felt your cheeks begin to burn under his amused stare.

“You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.” you chuckled awkwardly. Loki shrugged, inspecting his fingernails. “Not really. There is a degree of inevitability within this scenario that cannot be denied.” You frowned, glancing back at the benches. “Do you...do you need your kit bag? Sorry, I’ll get out the way-”

“I do not require a kit bag.” he snapped haughtily, pacing forward across the tiles. He ran his hands through his sodden black hair, dripping tendrils pasted against his long neck. Fuck, he looked good naked. Well, almost naked. Fuck me, you thought; feeling heat rising in your cheeks. He's even hotter without the leather. He's fucking hotter. If you’d known there was even the possibility he’d be here to catch you, you’d have worn something a bit less...tragic. “You also ‘do not require’ a towel.” you sniffed, trying to sound clever and immediately regretting it. An amused smirk flickered at the god’s lips, his eyes narrowing with intrigue. “Is that so, Agent? Perhaps I should divest myself of it, then.” he purred, careful footsteps edging closer as you shuffled, knees hitting the back of the bench. “I mean, I meant- I didn’t mean now, I meant... because you can dry yourself...you’re always saying you can just dry yourself...oh-never mind.” you spluttered, throwing the sweatpants back on top of Bucky’s bag.

The small plastic square filled with powder fell to the tiles, landing perfectly beside Loki’s left foot. The two of you stared at it, eyes rising in tandem. Loki was brimming with mischief, his wide pupils glimmering with interest in the unexpected drama in which he had become immersed.

“And what, pray tell, is that?” he said, tilting his head as you wished the ground would swallow you whole. “It’s uh...itching powder.” you muttered, pulling at the sleeve of your baggy sweatshirt. Loki couldn’t be standing more than a foot away. You could feel the heat from his shower-fresh skin wafting across the space between you. Clean, fresh musk hung in the air; like warm pine and wet leaves and sandalwood and bergamot. The scent of him. You'd always assumed it was cologne. Christ, you thought; feeling your chest tighten under a roll of feral desire. Keep it together. Trickles ran from his hair to his glistening collarbone, gathering in the hollow. Some made paths over waves of abdominal muscle, soaking into the rich cotton hanging dangerously on his hips. You swallowed, unable to draw your eyes away. "I was under the impression that on Midgard it is considered rude to stare." Loki hummed, rolling his shoulders back and readjusting the fingers toying with the tuck of the towel. "Is that not so?" Your eyes snapped upward, lips opening and closing as you searched your empty brain for a sentence that wouldn’t make you sound like a pervert.

"Mmmm..." he murmured thoughtfully, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as he marinated in the awkward silence. "So, are you going to get that?" The side of his foot nudged at the baggie lying abandoned on the tiles below. Even his toes are sexy, you thought with an internal whine; noticing your breaths quickening as you lowered on your haunches reaching for the bag. You wobbled, hands flying to the nearest surface to steady yourself. His thighs. Oh god, no. You grimaced, feeling Loki rock into your pathetic grip above his knees. “Sorry.” you mumbled, looking up. His pointed chin was cast down to his chest, the symmetry of his face heartbreakingly perfect. You let out a light whimper.

How many times you’d fantasised about kneeling in front of him just like this, worshipping him with aching slowness. You would trap every growl of pleasure from his throat in your memory as you sucked him dry. Relishing every desperate rut of his hips further into your mouth, fingertips sinking into his bare, godly ass. You could feel wetness sliding in your panties as you bounced weakly on your calves, trying to gain purchase to come back up. They were jelly. His long thighs bulged against your hands through the towel. Imagine how he can fuck with legs like these, you thought; feeling another tide of arousal seep from your pussy. The corner of Loki’s mouth twitched, making his cheekbones sharpen in the bright overhead lights as he observed you through half-lidded eyes. The angle of his jaw highlighted his flawless bone structure as he leant forward, the sharp edges making you dizzy. His patient stare filled your head with absolute filth as you hovered with your mouth level to his crotch, rendered mute. Drops of water from his dripping locks spattered your upturned face. A solitary drip rolled down the side of your nose, catching on the edge of your upper lip. Without thinking, your tongue flicked out, drawing it in. “Are you alright, Agent?” Loki murmured with faux concern, enunciating every word as his keen eyes searched your face. Your thighs began to quiver as you balanced weakly on the balls of your feet. Loki pursed his lips, his voice as richly seductive as it was in the darkness when your fingers crept between your spread legs, alone in your bed. “Do you require some...assistance?” he purred knowingly, the slant of his eyebrows making you feel faint.

“Yes.” you said quickly, the solitary word catching in your throat. Loki smirked, his open palm appearing by your shoulder. “All you had to do was ask, darling.” He raised you slowly as pangs of discomfort shot up your legs. How long had you been down there? It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds, surely, you thought; as his warm breath skated over your lips. You realised you didn’t want to know.

“Since you are so brazenly flirting with failure in this prank of yours, perhaps it’s time to enlist the professional?” he hummed, his thumb wiping trails of moisture from your temple before resting on your cheekbone. Loki’s gaze hovered on your lips, his wide fingertip rubbing the angle of your jaw twice, before releasing you. You nodded, dazed. What the hell is wrong with me, you thought, holding up the baggie of itching powder beneath his sceptical gaze. He pinched it from your grasp, observing it with mild interest. “Well for one thing, Agent...it’s white. Even a simpleton like Barnes will notice a dusting of suspicious powder adorning his black sweatpants, wouldn’t you agree?” Your face fell, realising he was right. “But never fear, darling. Your saviour is here.” Loki winked, shaking the bag as you watched the white powder turn dark. A sly smile spread across your face, mirroring the devilish glint in Loki’s eye. He nodded, an unspoken understanding as you took the bag and opened it carefully. You spread the waist of Bucky’s sweatpants holding the legs in a tight fist and sprinkling the powder liberally in the crotch. “Give them a shake.” Loki whispered gleefully, lips stretching in a broad smile as he relished the mischief afoot. You shook the trousers, scraping the sides together to mesh the powder deeper into the thick fabric. “Good girl.” Loki murmured, folding his arms approvingly. The sound of raised voices echoed in the corridor. “Shit” you gasped, dropping the sweatpants on the floor. Loki’s hands clasped your shoulders, his broad chest inches from your face as you stared up at him, wide-eyed. His features were set in determination, fair skin and emerald eyes accentuated by wet, slicked back hair. God, he was so fucking hot. “If you are to evade discovery, drastic action is required.” he grumbled, ushering you to the side as he snapped his fingers. The sweatpants flew neatly folded into the kit bag, contents re-arranging of their own accord.

“Drastic ac-action?” you stammered, wondering what the hell was happening as your shoulders bumped against the tiled wall in the corner of the room.

Loki had manoeuvred you to a tight L shape space, a row of lockers to the side blocking your view of the door. Panic rose in your stomach, “They’ll see me, Loki, when they come across for the bags...” you hissed, craning around the corner before he pushed you back against the wall. “I think you’ve had enough opportunity to prove your skills in the art of mischief, pet.” he whispered, his forearm pressed against the wall above you, “And sadly lacking, I’m afraid.” The mockery was palpable. You grimaced, making Loki chuckle. Fat strands of sodden hair brushed your cheeks as he towered over you, encased by his semi-naked form against the cold wall. You felt yourself clench, the mess in your panties becoming untenable as he lowered covertly to your ear, lips grazing the skin. You let out a light gasp, a shudder making your knees buckle. “Just stay quiet.” he murmured, as the voices drew closer. “I have a plan.” Your eyes hovered on his twitching pectorals, an impossibly firm bicep flexing as he fiddled with the side of the towel. Moisture glistened against the veins protruding against tight skin, endless drips still caressing down the side of his stomach through deep grooves of muscle. Loki turned, the expanse of his triangular back close enough to bite. Fuck, you thought; as he raised one arm to rest on the side of the lockers, his thick trunk concealing you. You devoured the sight of his shoulder-blades adjusting, the rear of his arms even more toned than the front. Not a fingernail scratch in sight, you thought with interest, before your eyes flew wide; lips pressed tight to conceal a gasp.

He had dropped the towel. You stifled a whimper, unbidden delirious laughter building in your belly as you heard the owners of the voices fumble with the door. “Jesus Christ, Laufeyson...what the hell, man?” Wilson yelled, coupled with a low yowl of surprise from Bucky beside him. "Is it not enough you’re swingin’ that thing around in those tight leather pants 24/7? Fuck, man...puh-lease.” You bit your lip hard, the sharp pain settling rising giggles as you flattened against the tiles. Loki turned to the side, extending his arm to its full length against the wall of lockers. Wilson’s shoes were all you could see of him, the toes shuffling back and forth as he clearly tried to avert his eyes. “Apologies, gentleman. I wasn’t expecting company.” Loki purred, his ass clenching. You sucked your lips between your teeth, a silent girlish scream ringing in your brain as blood thundered in your ears. His rear was an absolute monument to marbled masculinity; it was all you could do not to sink to your knees. Imagine what he looks like from the front, you thought; cupping your mouth with your hands. A silent scream puffing out your cheeks. “Expecting?! Can you believe this guy? Dude, havin’ your dick out is cool, fine...but don’t stand there like one of your brother’s fangirls in the lobby with their ya-ya’s out, c’mon man; this is a public locker room not an Amsterdam shop-window.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about Wilson. This is perfectly normal on Asgard. A little post-workout self-care, if you know what I mean." he said knowingly, a sly twinge in his voice. "Which you just interrupted, actually.”

This was met by a humph of disapproval from the men, low tsks peppering the air as Loki re-adjusted his stance, spreading his legs wider. Wilson’s hand appeared beyond the lockers, a finger waggling toward the belligerent god. “Laufeyson. Do not stand there with your schlong in my face and tell me you were about to masturbate in the same room as my stuff. Please. Tell me that is not what I’m hearing right now.”

Loki chuckled, running a hand through his hair as you slid further down the wall; squeezed as far into the corner as you could get. From this angle, you could see the profile of his cock bobbing adjacent to one muscular thigh, semi-hard. A violent shiver rolled down your spine, brow furrowing with utter, disgraceful need. Bucky piped up. “Go wack it in the showers like a normal dude. Haven’t you just been in there?” From the direction of his voice, you guessed he was facing the door. “Whatever gave you the impression I was one of these...‘normal dudes’ of which you speak, Barnes?” the god hummed, leaning seductively against the lockers. The shoulder closest to your face tightened, his hand shifting across his hips, brushing his growing manhood. “You got that right.” Wilson spat, the squeak of trainers on the tile signalling the stand-off was over. “You got five minutes. And don’t go near my bag. I’ll know, ass-hole.” The door slammed shut, raised voices sounding from the hallway growing fainter as silence reigned in the locker room once more. Loki’s back rose and fell, the scent of his skin hanging in your nostrils like incense. How easy it would be, you thought, just to lean forward and bite him. Right there between his shoulder-blades. Loki cleared his throat. “I’m going to bend down now, Agent” he murmured, casting a cautious glance over his shoulder at your contorted body pressed feverishly against the wall. You nodded; eyes glazed. This is a dream, you thought; watching Loki’s long, lean body squat and gracefully scoop his discarded towel from the floor. This isn’t happening. Not really.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, darling. I’m sure you’d agree.” he purred, rising and spinning on his heels, the loose towel clutched to his groin. You traced the twin valleys of definition with wandering eyes, on the thin wires of pubic hair creeping beyond the cotton’s reach. The long drape of towel swayed gently between his spread legs; the fist he was using to hold it aloft probably unnecessary.

You took a sharp breath, words forming on your tongue that choked behind your teeth. Loki stepped forward; the fine trail of darkness ghosting his lower stomach becoming a shadow.

The scent of his clean musk was overwhelming, the soaking mess in your underwear sliding against your clit as you squirmed. His bare chest pressed lightly against your sweatshirt, trapping you in the corner under his smouldering stare. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, eyes wide in faux-innocence. “You were desperate... weren’t you, Agent?” “Yes. Thank you, Loki…” you whispered, not knowing what else to say. He hummed approvingly, stepping back to let you pass. “Forget you saw anything with the powder” you said hastily, “and I’ll um, do the same. I never saw...anything.” You waved your hands in front of your eyes for effect, casting them downward as you made your way quickly to the door. Loki’s velvet chuckle sent shivers down your spine as your fingers gripped the doorknob, his palm sliding around your waist from behind; the other flat against the door; holding it shut. He wasn’t holding the towel. Loki pulled you back against his chest, a wall of stomach muscle straightening your spine. You could feel his cock hardening furiously against your ass, rubbing upward as he thrust gently against the soft flesh. His wetted lips grazed the edge of your jaw, making your head tilt to the side. You exposed your neck with a soft moan as more droplets from his hair rolled against your skin. “Don’t you dare forget, Agent.” he purred darkly, messy kisses melting into your heated skin. “We both know that I was not the only one absolutely dripping in this locker room today.”

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#loki x reader

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lokisgoodgirl · 19 hours

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We’ve seen butt (which was great👀and haunts me) now get ready for:

Loki chewing on something and showing off his perfect jaw muscles I could drool over all day🫠

Okokok I could talk about this all damn day. Yes. I have an unhealthy fixation on that little flex of his jaw. It's too much. The final flourish of apocalyptic desire. Like how can you act with your jawline and somehow he manages it.

Exhibit B:

Personal theory, that why Loki's helmet covers his jawline. To prevent the immediate expiration of his companions and the subsequent rampant uncontrolled devastation of panties.

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#memories #lokis jaw

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lokisgoodgirl · 21 hours

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I need Dr.Loki because I am sick and my eyes hurt so bad 🤧🤒

I need him to nurse me back to health and other things lol 😆😘

Oh babbbby I'm so sorry 😭😭😭 being sick is the worst!!

I wish Dr Loki was able to nurse you back to health too. Obviously he could do it in 0.2 seconds and use the rest of the time to tend your brains out. 🏥🏥🩻🩺🧑‍⚕️

#loki asks

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lokisgoodgirl · 21 hours

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Oh my gosh this was.... PERFECT!!!!!!

He squeezed your shoulder with his hand, and you were hyper-aware of the way his long, tapered fingers dug gently but firmly into your flesh. A rush of images raced through your mind, and you fought hard to squash them down.

Wonderful!!!!

Sweet Spring Showers

AN: This fic is for Beanie’s Double-Trouble Sleepover #rolling into spring writing challenge. I tried to make it dark, @springdandelixn by my characters refused. Enjoy the smut instead.

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board and banner by me.

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Relationship: Queen’s Handmaiden Reader x Prince Loki

Word Count: 3.5k

CW: More fluff than was intended, flirting and banter, casual sex, smut (inc Oral - f receiving, Unprotected PinV sex, fast recovery) Loki has a ‘King/God’ kink, various mentions of norse mythology.

You tripped down the palace steps into the garden, the soft fabric of your dress flowing behind you. It had been a busy morning, and you needed to take a break from your duties as one of the Queen’s maids. Spring was finally here, and the weather was now warm enough to go for walks without having to bundle up first.

As somewhat of a free spirit, you resented the time it took in the Winter to get ready, impatient to just get on with what you wanted to do. Anything that interrupted your ideas and plans was met with a scornful look and mumbling under your breath, much to the disappointment of Queen Frigga, who still hoped you could be transformed into a proper lady. You were lucky that she liked you, or you’d have been kicked out of your position years ago.

You wound your way down the paths, entranced by the early blooming flowers, striving to cover the garden in a blanket of cover. Birds chirped, and you watched them fly to and fro with small twigs and clumps of moss as they set out to build their nests. The sun was high in the sky, and as you stepped under its rays, you felt them warm your skin. The sensation made you smile. Spring really was your favourite season, bringing with it the promise of renewal and new life.

You wandered further, away from the formal gardens and into the more natural area behind them. Thin dirt paths led in every direction, deep into the trees. You knew from experience that they led towards pergolas, follies, and love seats, places to rest and take in the beauty of nature. You decided to head towards your favourite of these places, which was also the most out of the way one. If anyone wanted to find you, to get you to carry out some tedious task, it would take them a while and give you more time to yourself.

Your movements were graceful as you half-walked, half-skipped down the track, skirts still billowing and fluttering in the breeze. You plucked the odd flower here and the odd flower there, placing them into your hair like a crown.

“Beautiful, as always, my dear.”

You let out a startled shriek and spun on your heel, only to find the grinning face and sparkling eyes of Prince Loki fixed on you. He walked out from between the trees with languid movements, a feline-like grace. It was one of the many ways he was different from his brother, Prince Thor. Light and dark. Broad and slim. Loud and quiet. Brash and considered.

You dropped into a deep curtsy, keeping your eyes trained on his black leather boots.

“Your Highness.”

“Oh, get up, please. There’s just the two of us here, in the most informal setting ever.”

You looked up at him as you stood back up.

“Much better,” he purred. “If I ever desire you to kneel, dove, you’ll know about it.”

You raised your hand in front of your face and giggled at his implication.

“I have no doubt that you have any number of people ready to kneel for you, Highness.”

He raised his eyebrow and smirked before offering the crook of his arm towards you. You bobbed a small curtsy and, with a smile, looped your arm into his. You both started to stroll down the track, further into the woodland.

“The problem with that, dove, is that it’s boring. Where is the fun, the excitement, when everyone is willing to bend over backwards to do what you want?”

“Nice problem to have, though.”

Loki chuckled.

“Are you telling me that you don’t have the same problem?”

It was your turn to smirk.

“Me? I’m just a maid, and you’re a prince. I won’t lie, I get my fair amount of attention, but probably nothing compared to you.”

“I fear my mother would have an aneurysm if she knew I was talking to one of her trusted servants about such improper things.”

“You’re beloved mother would roll her eyes and then quietly chastise me - I am known to be the least lady-like of her ladies.”

You let go of his arm and skipped in front of him, spinning around and throwing your arms up in the air.

“She despairs of me, but luckily, I’m her favourite. I just find it difficult to hold my tongue when someone says or does something stupid.”

Loki reached out and snagged your hand and lifted both your arms, twirling you under them.

“How could anyone tame such a nymph as you? I must say you look a lot happier out here than when I’ve seen you by my mother’s side.”

His smile was warm, and you blossomed under it like a flower beneath the sun. Most of the folk who approached you did so in hope of taking advantage of your influence with the Queen. Not that you had much - those people always imagined you had her right ear and were able to manipulate policies and treaties, which was ludicrous. The only thing you could sway was which dress and jewels she wore, and even then you’d say your success rate was less than 50%.

It was nice though, to have a conversation with someone who had no ulterior motive for being nice to you. It wasn’t as though you’d be able to help advance a member of the royal family. His tone was light and flirty, and he was exceedingly charming, and it was fun to have some harmless fun. It’s not like he was really interested. Probably just doing the same as you and escaping the stuffiness of both the palace and your individual roles.

Somehow, when you’d come back to his side, you’d ended up with his arm over your shoulder. You couldn’t say that you minded. It brought you closer to him, and you could smell the scent that was distinctly Loki; leather, sandalwood, and a perfumed musk. It was obvious that he cared for his appearance, but he didn’t primp or overdo it.

“So, is that what brings you out here, Nymph? My mother’s despair?”

“Oh no - not today, well at least not yet. I was going mad being trapped inside over Winter, so now that Spring is raising its head, I decided to venture forth and bask in her beauty.”

“Well that decision was fortuitous, as it allows me to bask in yours.”

With a giggle, you bumped your shoulder up against his side. He really was fun to be around.

“And, if I may ask, my Prince, why are you out here today?”

“Anything is better than listening to my father try to teach my brother about affairs of state. While Thor is very skilled at a lot of things, diplomacy and negotiation are not his strong suites, but you didn’t hear that from me, Nymph.”

You smiled and mimed locking your lips with a key. When he smiled back and brushed your forehead with his lips, you almost expired.

“So where are we wandering too? I take it you had a destination in mind?”

Loki’s question drew you back from the meandering of your own mind.

“Oh? Yes. I quite like the little summer house that’s a bit further down the track. If the weather is inclement, it provides just the right amount of cover, but when it is nice and sunny, it provides useful shade.”

Just then, you shivered, bumps coming up on your bare arms. As you peered up through the canopy of branches above you, you saw that a rather large, grey cloud had come over.

“Oh dear. I think we might need that shelter. That’s the problem with Spring; the weather can turn so quickly.”

The moment the words left your mouth, a large raindrop landed on the end of your nose with a large ‘plop’. Then the floodgates opened. One moment it was dry, the next it felt as though someone was trying to dump a bucket of water over you.

You screeched and with your hands over your head, ineffectually trying to keep your hair dry, you raced down the path, toward your destination. You heard Loki’s footsteps right behind you and the pair of you virtually tumbled through the wooden doors of the summer house, laughing heartily. However, you were now in the shade and with your clothes and skin sodden, you couldn’t repress your shiver of cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt to warm up, only to realise that your gauzy dress had turned almost entirely see-through due to the water. The fabric clung to your legs, hips and decolletage, highlighting your soft curves, as well as causing a chill to settle deep into your skin.

You realised that Loki was no longer laughing either, and you looked toward him, only to be trapped in the green of his eyes. They drew you in as they also devoured your form. You were aware of the drumming of the rain on the sloped wooden roof of your shelter. You were aware of the gentle ‘plop’ noise as water rolled off his leathers. You were aware of the delicate movement of his fingers as he took off his emerald cape. You were aware of the beating of your heart as he stepped even closer and threw the sumptuous fabric around your shoulders, drawing you nearer. You were aware of his soft breath as it warmed your chilled lips.

“You are cold, Nymph. Will you let me warm you?”

His voice permeated your senses as if you were in a dream; warm, soft, all-encompassing. There was a tension to the air, but one as delicate as a cobweb. One wrong move, and it would all collapse, leaving virtually nothing in its wake. You took a half step closer, barely a sliver of air separating you.

“Please…” Your whispered plea had barely left you when his lips descended to yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your middle. Your own fingers slid up to his wet hair, tangling in his ebony tresses as you opened yourself to him. He was full of passion, of a strength you’d never imagined, given his usual behaviour, but it was intoxicating, pulling you under his spell.

“Your Highness! Please!”

You breathed your plea into his mouth, shamelessly rubbing yourself against the prominent bulge in his leather trousers. His hands slid down your back, over the swell of your buttocks, to grasp at your soft thighs, lifting you with his godly strength and taking a few strides to place you down on the small couch.

He continued to kiss you while his clever fingers dealt with the clasps of your dress, peeling the damp fabric away from your skin and exposing it to the cool air. Your nipples immediately hardened at the sensation, and then you gasped as his hands moved to your breasts, and his thumbs skimmed over the stiffened peaks.

Your own questing fingers pulled ineffectually at his clothes, the leather failing to yield to you. You both heard and felt Loki chuckle, and with a flash of his green seidr, his clothes disappeared. He pulled his lips from yours, leaning back and baring his alabaster skin to your gaze before grinning and then latching back onto the soft flesh of your neck. You moaned at the pleasure and wiggled your lower half, assisting him in fully removing your clothes. The fabric landed on the wooden floor with a wet ‘splat’, but you were now too focused on other things to care.

Like the warmth from Loki’s lips as they trailed down your next and across your collarbone. Like how one hand rested on your thigh, and his fingers, despite their gentle grip, felt like a brand, marking you as his. Like how the other hand rested, oh so teasingly, on your mound, his index finger toying with the thatch of curls that grew there. Things like how the muscles of his back and chest felt under your eager fingers. He may have been the slimmer of the two brothers, but he was still made of solid muscle, firm and strong.

As Loki trailed his lips down your body, you moaned and squirmed, eager to feel him more intimately.

“Patience, my Nymph. I don’t want to heat you up too fast.”

Part of you wanted to scream at him, but part of you never wanted this to end. You weren’t stupid - this was only a tryst - a way to pass the time and work out frustrations, so you wanted to commit every second to memory.

Loki’s lips on your inner thigh, his nose grazing against your folds had your back arching, your hands firmly back in his hair now. He teased you for what felt like forever, his breath warming your core and promising so much. You threw your legs over his shoulders, trying to urge him to move forward and put you out of your misery.

“Who am I to you, dove?”

His question surprised you, and you lifted your head as he lifted his eyes, full of confusion.

“Your Highness?”

His fingers started to circle your opening with a feather-like touch, and you whined.

“It’s a simple question, my dear. Who am I to you?”

“You are my Prince, your Highness.”

His lips twitched up with a wry smile as his eyes sparkled like the most priceless emeralds.

“Just a prince? Could a man who was only a prince make your heart beat like the hooves of Sleipnir running along the Bifrost? Could a prince make your cunt weep as Freyja wept when she was left alone by Óðr for months on end?

Oh!

Realisation dawn in your lust-fogged mind.

“No, a Prince could not do that. Which means you are my King, Highness. My God.”

“Yes, Nymph. That I am. And I will show you a glimpse of Vahalla.”

He lowered his head again, fastening straight onto your clit, pulling it between his lips and suckling on it. The fingers that had been teasing your entrance slipped deftly inside you, and you keened. Not only was he pleasuring you with no ulterior motive, but he was actually pleasuring you, something that the majority of your previous lovers either weren’t good at, or didn’t care about. No wonder he was nicknamed ‘Silvertongue’.

Loki’s fingers and lips explored you, learning what made you tremble and what made you cry out under him, and when you unintentionally tugged at his hair, he went where you lead, taking you towards that high heady peak, where the oxygen was thin, causing you to go dizzy before you fell off the edge, your body wracked with ecstasy. You cried out his name, over and over, the only word your mind could remember.

“There you go, dove. That’s it. You came so beautifully for me.”

A warmth spread through you at his praise, and you opened your arms, inviting him back into your embrace. You needed to feel him near you, feel his weight on you. You longed to envelop him with your body and return the pleasure he had gifted you. He smiled impishly and crawled up your body, trailing kissing up your heated skin, and when he reached your face, he recaptured your lips, letting you taste your own release. His cock nudged your thigh, and you shifted, wordlessly encouraging him to take what he wanted from you.

Without warning, Loki flipped the pair of you, and you found yourself straddling him as his back lay against the soft couch.

“Are you ready to please your king? Fuck yourself on my cock, and make us both feel good.”

Drawing your lower lip between your teeth, you nodded with faux shyness and looked down.

And got your first proper view of his cock.

For a moment you froze, partly from concern, but mostly from want. You wanted, no needed, him inside you. You could almost imagine the delicious stretch, the immense fullness, and your cunt wept more for him at just the thought.

Your hand wrapped around him, learning him as he’d learnt you. You felt every ridge, every vein, and teased his slit with your thumb. When he let out a hiss, you smirked, feeling pride in your chest at making him lose his composure, albeit briefly.

“Norns! You are testing my patience, Nymph. Don’t keep your king waiting…”

You smiled, as mischievous as he’d been only a few minutes previously.

“Good things come to those who wait, Your Highness.”

However, despite your words, you gave in to his entreaties. You rose up on your knees and with your hand, positioned him at your entrance. You teased both of you for a moment, swirling his broad head through your wetness before, spurred on by a brief growl, you slowly let yourself sink down.

The stretch was as good as you’d imagined, and you had to bounce slowly and gently to ease him inside of you. You did so with your head thrown back, your hands holding your own breasts while Loki’s hands gripped your waist, steadying you. When your inner thighs met his hips, you moaned at how deep he was inside you. You lowered a hand to rest on his firm chest, steadying yourself.

“You are definitely a God, Highness. No Prince, no mere mortal, could fill me like this.” His eyes flashed with triumphant amusement, pleasure at you indulging his whims.

Slowly, you rose up, letting him slide from the clutch of your cunt until only the tip remained, teasing your sensitive entrance, before sliding back down to feel him fully again. You repeated the movement, and while your intention was to make it last, the feeling was too intoxicating, and within moments you were riding him fast and hard.

Loki didn’t seem to mind though - if his expression was anything to go by when you glimpsed it from between your hooded eyelids, he was greatly enjoying your abandon. The hands on your waist tightened, and you hoped he would leave marks, so you would have a physical reminder of this encounter for even longer.

With each upwards movement of your body, his thick cock stroked over your walls, and with each counter-movement, his tip nudged over that spot inside you, and the neat thatch of hair at his base scratched wonderfully over your engorged clit. You could feel your orgasm approaching once more, and your movements became more frantic.

When Loki sat up, pulling you to him and burying his head in your chest to suckle on your breasts, you were done for. The pleasure barreled into you, knocking you back off that cliff edge, leaving you a trembling and mewling mess in his strong arms. The world tilted once again, and you felt the soft sofa fabric at your back before your entire focus became how Loki was now rutting into you with hard, feral strokes, chasing his own high. With a shout, he threw his head back, and you saw the veins in his neck pulse in time with his cock that was buried deep inside you.

For a moment, you had an unobstructed view of his torso, and you took the chance to memorise every part that you could see, before he dropped back down, smiling and panting, hips still flush to yours, prolonging the intimacy for as long as possible.

You wound your arms around his neck and smiled back. Coils of his damp hair slid over his shoulder, and a water droplet rolled down a strand to land on your collarbone with a soft ‘splat’. Loki looked at the small puddle on your skin as if becoming aware of both your soaked states for the first time.

“I should fix that.”

Another flash of green and you were both dry. Loki’s hair was now fluffed up around his shoulders. Turning your head towards the sodden pile that was your dress, you saw to your amazement that it was now perfectly dry and neatly folded. You looked back at the Prince and raised an eyebrow.

“Did you just dry us and our clothes off with your magic? Why didn’t you do that earlier?”

He grinned, his expression somewhat sheepish.

“Wouldn’t have been nearly romantic if I had, would it?”

You laughed, unintentionally clenching down on where he was still encompassed by your soft heat. In response, Loki moaned and gave a tentative thrust.

“Again, Highness? Already?” You were both shocked and aroused by his quick recovery.

“Well, I am a God, Nymph.”

His lips captured yours once more as the spring rain continued to fall outside.

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Jawline of a God [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A one-shot about Loki's hot bone structure. That's it. Inspired by THIS (#sexualapocalypsesociety represent) Warnings: Extreme Loki thirst. Graphic descriptions of bone structure. Some sexual imagery/references to smut. Language. A/N: I can only hope I do them justice🙏Never say I don't follow through lol. W/C 1.2k

Loki sat across the wide table from you, perfectly poised. His hair was tied back today, loosely gathered in a messy ponytail. It made you want to rip his shirt off in the middle of Roger’s 7am briefing. I wonder what would happen if I did, you thought. I wonder if he’d like that. His eyes flickered towards you. You tilted your head, unsubtly inspecting the photographs hanging behind him on the wall. As Rogers rumbled on at the front of the room, Loki cleared his throat gently. Your eyes were unavoidably drawn back to him, waiting quietly with a knowing smirk on his face. He brought two fists up to his chest, spreading his bent arms in a tight stretch before pressing his hands together. The force of his biceps strained through the tight cotton encasing them. He winked. What a dick, you thought, rolling your eyes. He totally thought I was checking him out. How rude.

You tried to focus on the slides Steve somehow managed to fill every single night in preparation for his interminable morning meetings. Without even realising you were doing it, you were suddenly looking at Loki again. He was facing the front now, concentrating. That made a change. His brow was furrowed, listening to whatever it was Steve was actually talking about. What was it? You couldn’t remember. Loki’s jawline in profile was more poetic than exquisitely carved marble. Bernini himself could not create such a thing of beauty. The way the straight edge rocked sharply upwards at the angle below his ear like a calligrapher's stroke. Strands of dark hair hung around the border, teasingly brushing against the pale skin of his elegant neck, luminescent in the morning light. If you ever found Loki Laufeyson in your bed, you would spend an awful lot of time kissing that neck, working your way to that sinful jawline, up those razor-sharp cheekbones. Taking your time. Biting gently as he groaned beneath you. You knew his skin would be soft as fuck. You just knew it. Loki wet his lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out in an absent-minded lick. You felt wetness beginning to gather in your panties as you imagined how perfectly the curve of his face would fit nestled in your neck, grunting against your skin. You would make him hiss with need as you rode him mercilessly, enjoying every primal noise accompanied by a clench of that powerful jaw. He would slot into the crevices of your shoulder like a hand in a leather glove, moaning unintelligibly into your hair while slotting another equally perfect part of himself deep within. Leather. Why did you have to think about leather. Loki swallowed; chin slightly raised. An inexplicably arousing muscle at the side of his face flexed with a gentle bob as your stomach followed the motion of his Adam's apple. Like going over a hill in the back of a car. Suddenly you felt very hot. Loki smiled at something. his dimples flashing as the skin across his taunt jaw tightened. He flexed his neck forward, humming agreement at a well-made point, probably. It was all just white noise. Jesus Christ. You couldn’t look away. Thoughts of his face buried between your thighs. The stamina of that muscled jaw. The flash of that apocalyptic bone structure smeared with your arousal coming into view from between your legs to simply tilt and ask “I trust my services are to your satisfaction, Agent…”

You re-adjusted in your seat, the damp situation between your legs now fully beyond the point of saving.

You shouldn’t be having these thoughts right now. I’m pretty sure someone here can read minds. But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember who.

Loki’s head subtly angled toward you, making you squeeze your thighs together under the table. You felt your eyebrows twitch as you fought to contain a whine of need under his smouldering stare. How is he so fucking hot, this shouldn’t be allowed, it's indecent you thought fruitlessly as a smile curled imperceptibly at one side of his mouth. You wondered if he threw his head back during sex. The image of that strong chin upended in pleasure towards the ceiling as he took you relentlessly was too much. What was his favourite position? He seemed like a doggy-style kind of guy, which would be a shame...you wouldn’t be able to see his face. But still. Small wins. You needed to focus. Focus. You scribbled nonsense on your notepad, eyes fluttering hopelessly upwards every few seconds. Loki sucked in his cheeks thoughtfully, the sharp peaks of his cheekbones striking your perverted gaze like a slap. Dead, you thought. I’m dead. And this is hell. Your core was starting to ache, begging to be touched by his dexterous fingers, wrapped sinfully around a pen as he minded his own business. Your stare swept up the landscape of his cheekbones once more, tracing the lines your tongue would explore, imagining how they would look from above as you rode him. They were so tight. So sharp. Jesus. He brought an elbow to rest on the table, resting his thumb on his lips as his forefinger stroked the line of his jaw thoughtfully.

I’m going to expire, you thought. In a work meeting. And then when the paramedics get here and cut off my clothes like they do in movies, everyone will know that I overdosed from rampant arousal. Like an animal. Fuck. Laufeyson’s long finger played at the sharp angle, circling absent-mindedly against the skin beneath his ear. That’s where you would suck a bruising kiss, right in that soft virginal expanse below the masculine devastation of his jawline. The thought of his artery pumping beneath the skin, at the mercy of your needy mouth as you marked him was all you could see, all you could feel. You would kiss every inch of him. Every...legendary...inch. A loud smack of a binder on the table broke your fantasy, blinking into reality as those around you stood. You cleared your throat, taking one last longing look at the lines of Loki’s bone structure as he gathered his notes with an air of innate regality only he was able to accomplish. You stood, arranging your files; not noticing the approaching hand encircling your wrist until it clasped tightly. “It’s me.” Loki purred quietly above your shoulder. You could feel the tight muscles of his chest against your back as he released his soft grip on your skin. “...who can read minds.” he continued knowingly, as your eyes widened. Fuck. “Agent, really...” he growled playfully; his eyes narrowing, “this kind of flagrant objectification is so unlike you.” He circled in front as you fumbled with your bag, holding the door as your teammates traipsed past deep in oblivious conversation.

Loki cast a glance around the room, leaning forward just enough that you caught a hit of cologne wafting from his warm skin. The sight of his neck muscles flexing at the stretching motion almost made your knees buckle. Keep it together for fuck’s sake, you chided yourself as his eyes found you again, looking down with unconcealed amusement. “On the contrary, darling...I’m counting on quite the opposite” he murmured, drawing one of those long fingers across your cheek, brushing against your parted lips with a wink. “If this is the effect that such an inconsequential part of my anatomy such as my jawline has on you, darling- I cannot wait for you to experience the rest.” He leaned forwards. “I’ll let you into a little secret, shall I?” Loki whispered, as your breaths grew short. “Me kneeling. My partner, straddled on top for me to control their pleasure. That is my favourite position.” You swallowed, as he continued. “And yes, I do find myself throwing my head back when I am...overcome with passion. I do hope that’s alright.” he said casually, smirking. Words deserted you as you nodded dumbly. “Excellent” he purred, withdrawing from where he hovered. The sharp lines of his cheekbones flashed as he turned towards the door, the straight edge of his chin begging to be worshipped without shame. “Eight o’clock?” he postured cheerfully, pausing in the doorway, “I know a nice bar not far from here. And, Agent…?” Loki paused dramatically, raising an eyebrow as he watched you blinking mutely against the wall with your mouth hanging slightly open. “Try not to become too aroused by thoughts of my jawline in the meantime. I prefer my dates un-expired, preferably. It makes for more interesting conversation.” You took several deep breaths as you heard his footsteps depart, soft chuckles echoing in the empty hall.

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What is wrong with me 😂

Girl, I was reading a smut alphabet for Loki and it said that his junk was "9 inches and thick" (me being the whore that I am, I of course found a ruler ��️🤣). I died in that moment I kid you not!🍆😈🥵😍😳

9 inches and thick is a whole lotta cock.

Furiously ready and hard as rock

Just take a deep breath and shut your eyes

And pray to god it fits inside

Sorry Idk I'm in a giddy mood I've drank too much coke. Once the ruler comes out you're in trouble. Big dicks are all fun and games until one's up swinging in your face😆thank you for sending this

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Obsessed 😂

Loki + Reductress headlines, part 63/?

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Muahahahhahahahahhahahaha!!!!

Me imagining how to press the detonate button in your brain...

[next scene: naked....with the horns] 🤣🤣

You've made me so happy you don't even know! Glad you've got that mojo back 🕯️🤗

No Mercy [Loki x Female Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki interrogates you....sexually. Warnings. 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Ceremonial erotica. Fun & Games. Soft! Dom Loki. Established relationship. Light bondage. Denial. (w/c 1.8k)

“Do you plead mercy, little one?” Loki’s voice is terrifyingly calm. If it weren’t for the violently hard erection pressed against his thigh beneath those tight, slutty trousers you might actually believe you were in danger. Deny me, you’d challenged him. Make me break. And he has. And he’s close.

“You’ll never make me talk,” you say defiantly. The layer of fear in your voice is fake, but the tremble isn’t.

It feels like you’re dripping on the bed, knees together, folded to the side, hands tied to the posts. Loki’s eyes flicker to the sheets beneath you as you squirm and a slight narrow of his eyes confirms that yes, you are in fact, dripping on the bed.

You’ve been at this for almost an hour. He’s barely touched you. Just a graze of his tactfully deployed fingers, a blindfold, the targeted skim of his breath and the devastation of his carefully chosen words.

Now the blindfold runs between his fingers as he tilts his head, thinking. “My interrogation requires a little more...finesse, then,” he says, making the blindfold disappear in a flash of green. “A touch more...pressure.’ You whine, yanking the thick leather binds wrapped around your wrists. The manufactured innocence on your face is like blood to a free-wolf and Loki’s lips curl in a wicked smile.

“I’ve been doing this a long, long time,” he says imperiously as he unbuttons a cuff. His long fingers make slow work of folding the sleeve up the meat of his forearm. “I may be a Prince, but an Interrogator of the Crown was my calling, I think. Don’t you?” Your chin rises and you nail him with your stare, hoping your tits look as great as you think they do. You arch valiantly towards his quiet wrath and with a deep breath, you deploy your best 50's starlet impression. “You’ll never break me….Loki Laufeyson.” He releases an exaggerated growl that makes new arousal well between your tightly closed thighs. “Is that right?”

A golden flicker licks from his forehead, the horned diadem unfurling from nothing at all. He’s working on the other sleeve as he swaggers to the side of the bed, taking his time. An oil of sweat has formed on your chest and you squirm for real, trying to break free. “You know how I feel about the horns, oh god-” you mutter, breaking character, clenching as another devilish smile stretches his lips. He stands by your head, crotch inches from your face. So close you can see his cock throb through the fabric. So close you can smell the earthy sweetness of his pre-cum. A low rumble of laughter penetrates the air. “I think you’re closer to defeat than you let on, little one,” he says, drawing a cool finger down your cheek. “Desperate to yield to me, desperate to give in to my demands; to furnish me with the carnal knowledge of your body that I require…that the realm requires.” Against every instinct screaming in your body, you yank your face away. “Perhaps not,” he says bitterly. A wave of dark sandalwood fills your nostrils as the mattress dips and Loki mounts the bed one impossibly long leg at a time.

He spreads his knees while he spreads yours. His face is bladed and angular in shadow, smouldering eyes sparkling beneath his battle-crown of gold.

The god reaches forward and runs his huge palms up the front of your thighs. His touch is electric. You buck up, feeling a web of arousal stick against the bedsheets. Loki glances at it through half-lidded eyes, his trunk heaving with heavy, silent breaths. “You bring this on yourself,” he whispers coldly as a strange object appears in his hand. It looks like a little bell with a round, tapered tip. But heavy. It looks heavy. There's a slight amber tint that warms in the low light.

“My seal,” he explains with an air of condescension. He swings it between his thumb and forefinger. “You will submit to me...one way or another.” He leans closer, dragging the cool golden seal over the curve of your breast and a violent shiver wrenches down your spine. “They always do,' he says. "And I have come prepared.” His eyes follow the metal seal’s descent over the dip of your waist, enjoying the shudders of overstimulation they cause. The graze of his raised markings harden your nipples and you strain your neck to the ceiling as he runs a line down the centre of your stomach and pauses at the top of your mound. The weight between your legs is unbearable; it’s an emptiness only Loki’s cock can fill. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” he murmurs sweetly with those dark brows peaked. But it’s an act, trying to trick you – of course. Oh god, he’s so fucking hot, it’s terrible. Every urge screams to cry mercy and have him fuck you like a victorious king; ride him as you hang onto those horns and make him see double. “Do it,” you spit, clenching your teeth. You yank the leather ropes again. “Pervert.” Loki’s brows rise in genuine surprise, a flash of mirth you recognise skating across his face before his features harden again. Role play with Loki is like nothing else. The king of your heart, but king of the performance too. “Very well,” he says, and the cool roll of metal slips against your cunt. He toys with it, pressing its ridged base against your clit and rubbing it in slow, maddening circles. “This seal has started wars,” he says in the same calm, even tone, “ended them, too.” Your stifle a groan of pleasure as the curved tip dips inside your pussy. Its sharp bite seems to melt inside the heat of your slit. “But you may be my greatest challenge,” he purrs as he slides it from the hole. You whimper as he brings it to his lips, rolling it, moaning in a low inhumane frequency. “And since I have just now claimed you with my crest...perhaps your conscience will allow me to claim you with my cock.” Your will to resist is fading fast. Loki tsk’s with feigned irritation as the seal vanishes and his attention turns to the mess beneath your legs. Arousal sticks to your inner thighs in a glistening sheet.

You groan as he flexes his fingers in front of his face, thick veins standing to attention on the back of his hands. He folds all but two, sucking them between his lips and hollowing his cheekbones in the process like an absolute whore. Without a pause, he curls them inside you and the air dissolves from your lungs in a strangled moan of his name. “Doesn’t count…” he warns. You look at him with your mouth open, brow a map of twitching lines. "You have to say it."

Loki kneels between your legs, as cool as Jotunheim ice, pumping his fingers slowly inside your slippery cunt, thumb sliding against your swollen clit with an arrogant smirk on his face. Your hips rise to meet him on every thrust of his palm. Breath comes in short bursts as you clench around his fingers, back arching into his touch as orgasm threatens to ruin you- He slips them out. “Loki!”

The frustration is real - no need to act. The god’s eyes widen in a shameless caricature of innocence. “I have given you every opportunity to yield to me, I have I not?” He pushes the rolled sleeves of his perfectly fitted shirt higher in a targeted attack. Your legs have begun to tremble at the loss of his touch. “And at every opportunity," he continues, "you have stayed true to your loyalties...which I respect."

The ceremonial sincerity in his voice is sickeningly erotic as he hooks his hands beneath your knees. “But pleasure...true pleasure...is a privilege reserved for those who yield to me.”

The sharp cool of his metal diadem stings your flesh as he kisses your inner thigh. He draws closer to your desperate sex, so close you can feel his breath cool against it as he says, “So cry mercy darling, and it will be yours.” He’s really dialled the drama up to eleven tonight. Instinctually you try and lurch your arms forward to grab the curve of his horns and press him deep into your pussy; mad for the feel of his tongue flat and flawless moving against it. “Oh god,” you whimper, fighting yourself. “Good girl,” he purrs, grazing his parted lips over your swollen labia. It’s too much. “Oh god, Loki…” “Good girl, say it...beg for it,” he spits as he falls back on his haunches and reaches for the button of his suit trousers. He looks so fucking mean.

The beat in your chest has turned to syrupy thumps as your legs straighten and contract on either side of him. “You want to be my good girl…” A pop echoes and his cock suddenly weighs in his hand like a weapon. You’re salivating...actually salivating. He pumps slowly back and forth, jaw clenching, his eyes hard as flints. “Don’t make me finish myself on your traitorous face.”

“Mercy,” you gasp. Loki’s grin widens and it touches his eyes. He licks his lips. “Do you want me to stay in character?” he asks quietly as his clothes disappear- everything but the horned diadem on his head.

His shoulders roll and every muscle in his torso tightens, thighs bulging as he clenches against the punishing grip of his fist. You bite your lip, nodding. His eyes flash. “Well chosen,” Interrogator Loki says. The hard edge in his voice has returned with a vengeance and he melts the leather binds holding you with a wave of his hand. “I trust my faith in your repentance is not misplaced,” he says as he crawls up your body with intent. Loki’s hair swings around your jaw, the scent of him, the weight of him. His length presses like metal against your throbbing clit and you buck your hips, trying to catch him. Every thought in your head evaporates as Loki of Asgard buries himself inside you with a shuddering exhale. Your legs wrap around his hips, forcing his ass down, pushing him deeper.

There’s a thud, and then another one; the curve of his horns beating against the headboard. Loki deploys a wolfish smile as his fingers curl around your wrists. “Can’t take any chances with my minx of a prisoner,” he whispers against your cheek. “No mercy,” you moan into his open mouth. It’s a request he understands as he delivers another targeted roll of his hips. “No mercy,” he replies.

A/N - Have I told you guys how much I love you recently? Because I really do. I hope you know that. x

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