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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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Tom Hiddleston impersonates Tom Hanks as Woody from Toy Story

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body paintings by Karen Turner

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~ 34 Edits of the Stupid Angel Face ~ {9/34}

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Tom Hiddleston by Kurt Iswarienko

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The Night Manager, 1x06 (2016) dir. Susanne Bier

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Tom Hiddleston and Rodney Crowell behind the scenes of I Saw The Light (2015)

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I Saw The Light (2015)

Dir. Marc Abraham

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y/n: I’m sorry your honour but his blue eyes and obvious struggles with depression have bewitched and ensnared me—

loki: what?

fury: y/n you don’t have to call me ‘your honour’, I’m not a judge—

y/n: your honour, please, he made one mistake

loki: hold on, I’ve ‘bewitched’ you? and I’m not depressed—

y/n: shhh, I’m handling it

fury: you are, in fact, not handling it

loki: can we just… back up a moment?

y/n: honey, I’m busy right now—

loki: honey???

fury: these motherfuckers are gonna be the death of me

y/n: now as I was saying, your honour—

(inspired by @textsfromthetva)

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The horse playing Joey kept getting quite bored, so he kept drooping his head. And Steven [Spielberg] kept shouting through the bullhorn, “Tom, I need you to get his head up! We need him in the shot!” I know, Steven, but he’s bored and he wants to go to sleep. “Never mind, just get his head up!”

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I think I just spent a good 5 minutes staring at that slowed set of gifs from the Henry V kiss....*sigh* I LOVE that kiss. One of the best on screen kisses ever imho. So romantic, so sexy. Also I have to say as a short person I really like that they didn't have her standing on a giant box to get rid of the massive height difference between them. Instead they worked with the height difference which gave us that lovely finger under the chin moment.

Ah, yes.  

The Henry V kiss.

*sigh* indeed.

Let’s start at the very beginning, shall we?

First of all, he goes from giving the daggers look in the Dauphin’s direction

to the fidgety OH GOSH NOW I AM ALONE WITH THE PRINCESS AND WHAT IF SHE DOESN’T LIKE ME mode…

He goes from Conquering King to Nervous Boy in a flash.  In spite of the terrible textual butchering and editing (with obvious continuity errors), Hiddleston played that scene with the perfect blend of nervousness, earnestness, gentleness, affection, and humor.  He portrays an adorable air of being tentative in the sense that he realizes his power as King is completely useless because he can’t command her to love him even if her father can command her to marry him. That’s why I love that he took off the crown.  And I say again, the farm line was delivered perfectly.  

He’s so careful.  He’s so careful not just in the manner of his speech, but in how he is moving.  He isn’t being pushy or impatient, he isn’t belittling her feelings.  He appears to be genuinely concerned about her consent in the marriage, which is important considering that such marriages were all about power and politics and women were basically spoils of war.  There’s a whole theory about how Shakespeare used the treatment of women throughout his plays as a sort of indicator of the general tone and final result, that the women are usually ill treated in the tragedies or use whatever power they have for the wrong reasons, whereas it is much different in the comedies.  I think this scene in Henry V is even more interesting when placed in the greater context of Shakespeare’s work.  I don’t recall anything specific that Hiddleston said about it, but he has talked in the past about how unique Much Ado is in that respect because we see Beatrice fighting for the falsely accused Hero and her conviction of Hero’s innocence causes Benedick to support that cause and he goes against the Prince in that matter.  So.  I can’t help but wonder what he was thinking about when he decided how to approach the scene in Henry V.

Okay.  The kiss itself.

It’s lovely.  Perfectly lovely.

The hesitation before.

THE CURLS ON HIS NECK.

The fingers under the chin.

The nervous swallowing.

How he can’t quite look at her right after.

THE CURLS ON HIS NECK.

How he sort of swoops down.

That jawline.

The velvet.

Ugh.

It’s sweetly ardent and youthful.

And did I mention the curls on his neck?

Notice that he doesn’t grip her chin or hold her to his body or do anything to inhibit her freedom of movement.  She can pull away whenever she wants.  

Plus, he glances up to her eyes.

*sigh*

And then the way he looks at her when her father returns, like he wants to gobble her up.  *swoon*

AND THOSE BLASTED EYEBROWS