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lady-rose-moon · 5 months

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I would love to see how you write Loki X shy reader. Like she’s obviously so into him and he just loves to watch her get all flustered

Meet me in the elevator || Avenger!Loki x Reader ||

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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 3.7k

Since moving into Avengers Tower last year after being rescued from HYDRA, you’ve developed close friendships with the main Avengers, loving to spend most of your time around Wanda or Natasha. They all knew that you didn’t handle well in public settings, talking with new people - hell, it was difficult to just talk to them sometimes, never mind people you’d never met before.

You were settled into a room on the twenty-fifth floor, alongside Thor. It stayed that way for a while before Thor returned from Asgard one day with Loki on his arm. For Loki’s credit, he looked as pleased to be there as the Avengers were to see him there. You, on the other hand, stayed very quiet through the argument that came next, taking moments to just admire the new addition with curiosity. Something inside you told you that you weren’t supposed to be intimidated by the highly intimidating God before you.

“But shouldn’t he be sent to S.H.I.E.L.D? Or- maybe whoever we are supposed to send him to should he return,” Steve was asking, your mind bringing you unwillingly back to the present, your eyes straying away from the man who appeared to be the person at fault for New York 2012.

“If he is handed over to them, they will waste no time in attempting to experiment on him and his power,” Thor answered, his eyes serious and focused on not just Steve but everyone in the room, “Father has ordered his imprisonment here within the tower where we will keep him subdued. Should you turn him away, I am to find alternative lodgings.”

The Avengers took a moment, unspoken arguments crossing around the room before Tony relented, hanging his head and uttering the damning words, “fine, give him the room next to yours, Thor.”

Your admiration stopped within a millisecond. The room next to Thor’s was exactly opposite yours! Slowly, you slid down the sofa until you were fully laid down and silently groaned to yourself. Of course, you’re shacked with a Thunder God and his Godly terrorist brother.

Following Loki’s sudden appearance within the tower, you spent more time avoiding the 25th floor. You avoided it as if it were the plague, going so far as to fall asleep in the common room of the tower just so that you wouldn’t be on the same floor as Loki.

The God didn’t look happy when Thor forced him down to meals every day, claiming that getting Loki into such a routine would be good for his mental health and would help his ‘healing’. You watched every day as Loki sat opposite you, emerald eyes downcast and his posture closed off, unwanting of any attention. Perhaps, you thought, he was like you these days?

You didn’t stick around long enough to actually find out if your theory was correct, however, as once you were done eating, you excused yourself and quickly fled to the library on the 16th floor.

The library was your safe space away from the ruckus of the Avengers and their mission discussions, the quiet of the library calmed a part of you that you never realised needed to be calmed. Since you had woken up in your cell within the HYDRA base with no memory of your life before, your social skills had been severely affected, only opening up after weeks of people trying to get you to open up.

Finding the library after being rescued by the Avengers shortly after the Sokovia incident was a breath of fresh air. From the moment you stepped into the two-floor library, Friday had made sure to play classic music as soon as you entered, easing the stress within you as you scoured the shelves. Since then, you have been happy to visit the library to escape the Avengers and lately; Loki.

The sun shone through the floor-length windows as it reached its peak for the day, the warmth enveloping you as you happily walked through the multiple shelves, your fingers absently brushing against the spines. Perhaps I should try to bring someone here, you thought, recalling speaking with Wanda about the library and smiling at the fascination on her face at the prospect of advancing her magic through books Thor had brought from Asgard.

The silence reigned in the tower during meal times for weeks after Loki’s arrival, it was a statement that everybody was uncomfortable with the God being around. Loki, for the most part, seemed as if he didn’t give a shit about their opinions about him. You’d begun to differentiate his movements from the others, seeing how he got up to get his Asgardian tea prepared exactly three minutes after Banner had poured his coffee and walked away. How Loki would reach for a sandwich shortly after Barton had grabbed six of them, handing three to Natasha to prevent poisoning. How, even though he looked unbothered, there was that subtle glint of loneliness.

It had been weeks since your magic had surfaced, weeks since you’d been able to delve into somebody’s mind. Wanda had taught all of the Avengers how to block themselves mentally against your powers so that not only you could have a better night's sleep but so they could as well.

However, you did not expect to fall into Loki’s dreams.

One moment you were in your own dreams, the next you were standing in a golden throne room. You hid behind a pillar to avoid being discovered, fearing that you’d been snatched by someone.

“What do you want?” there was a voice ahead of you, your view obstructed by the pillar you were hiding behind but when you peeked past it, you saw Frigga, Thor’s mother and therefore Loki’s too. She had a soft frown on her lips, her head tilted slightly as she approached her son, her hand reaching up to caress the terrorist’s cheek.

Your heart stuttered in shock at the discovery. You hadn’t imagined Loki would allow someone close to him but then again, she was his mother, it made sense in a way.

“I…” Loki began and your heart stuttered again but it wasn’t shock, it was a feeling you’d never felt before. You’d never heard his voice before other than the scary videos you were shown when you joined the Avengers, discovering their past. He sounded British, yet he was Norse along with Thor, then again, Thor had a sort of Australian accent when you focused enough.

“I want my brother back,” Loki admitted, his head hung, vulnerability radiating off his body language as he admitted the weakness to his mother. You watched as Frigga’s face swiftly changed into an understanding smile before pulling him in for a hug. Still, Loki continued, his voice coated with grief, “I’m alone there, Mother, I do not want to be alone.”

“It was better than the punishment Odin had planned for you, Loki,” Frigga whispered, her eyes shining with tears, “infinitely so.”

You took in a sharp breath and that was all it took for Loki’s sharp eyes to meet yours and the room disappeared, replaced with a bedroom that looked almost identical to yours in Avengers Tower.

“What are you doing here?” Loki snapped, his eyes hardened and his guard back up. He studied every fraction of your face, looking for the malice he knew you’d have, looking for the blackmail to begin, looking for the taunting. Yet, he found nothing.

Since his arrival, he had taken note of your presence, never once considering you’d be anything like the Witch or Vision. Yet here you stood, in his dreams. Loki grimaced as you stayed silent, his head tilting ever so slightly, mimicking Frigga’s previous actions. “Answer me,” he snapped after a few moments, annoyed by your ignorance.

You trembled as you stared up into Loki’s eyes, your nerves taking control of your body and preventing you from speaking up. Your eyes scanned his face, taking in the wet tear tracks that slid down his face, shining in the light that was coming in from the open curtains. Then your eyes fell to Loki’s decorated tunic, noting the hints of gold woven into the threads and the green accents everywhere.

“You’re staring, pet,” Loki purred, stepping closer to you, intrigue apparent in his features. He’d never seen someone take this much interest in his appearance before. Sure, he’d had wenches back in Asgard to quench his need but never had they admired him the way this girl was doing. It stirred something in Loki, a challenge.

You stammered, attempting to find a way to plead your case before realising it was futile. You wouldn’t be able to find any way to explain this, not with your tongue being tied and your fears rising. So, instead of speaking, you snapped away from his dreams and sat upright in bed.

Brushing a hand through your hair, you took a deep breath before retreating into your bathroom. Since it was the early hours of the morning, you’d abuse the silence of the tower and roam how you wanted.

As you left the room, you were unaware of the emerald green eyes following you from the doorway of the room opposite your own.

You seemed to run into Loki a lot more after accidentally stumbling into his dreams a month ago. Whenever you’d step into the library, your eyes would be drawn to the floor-length windows where Loki was lying on the sofa with a book in hand, lazily turning pages. He gave you no mind, he didn’t even acknowledge you were there yet you still felt his eyes on you constantly.

He was in the gym when you were trying to get some training done. Dressed in just a simple tunic and pants, going up against Steve, he looked the epitome of the female gaze. His hair was pulled back in a bun and his tunic was slightly wet with sweat. You huffed, trying your best not to get distracted by the alluring God fighting against the supersoldier but damn you couldn’t help getting a few glances at that ass. Definitely Asgard’s ass, you thought to yourself with an amused grin.

“Y/N!” Steve called from the ring, running over to the edge as you turned to stare at him, your eyes wandering over his shoulder to meet Loki’s heated gaze and your body warmed, alight with need and interest but physically unable to say anything.

“Yeah Steve?” you spoke up quickly, your eyes quickly shifting to meet Steve’s again.

“Spar with Loki, I need a break,” the soldier spoke. He said it so casually, as if he wasn’t condemning you to at least fifteen minutes of torture in the ring with the object of your desires. Then again, Steve seemed to be oblivious to all the sexual tension happening within the Avengers. He didn’t even know about Wanda and Vision until he saw them kissing in the breakfast room!

You sighed and nodded, getting into the ring and facing Loki. The God’s lips quirked up into a half-smirk as he took you in, his eyes hungrily roving over your body. The tank top you wore barely hid the sports bra below it, your leggings clinging to your legs sparking an interest deep in his abdomen. You drove him mad. You hadn’t visited his dreams since that night but damn, you haunted them still!

“Are you ready, darling?” Loki purred, his voice sinking deep into your bones as he flexed his muscles, grinning to himself when he watched your eyes wander down his form, “you’re staring, Y/N.”

Your body jerked up straight, freezing with nerves as you were caught in the act before you shook your head and got into position.

Sparring with Loki brought out that inner calm that you didn’t know you had. Your mind was always whirring with ‘what if’ scenarios, pulling you under the waves if you allowed yourself to think about it for too long. Inside the ring, mirroring Loki’s movements, keeping eye contact and ignoring the hammering of your heart, you felt more like yourself than you had for years.

When Loki grabbed you and pushed you to the floor, arousal streaked through your body as you were held firmly beneath him, his emerald eyes searing into your own, your heart racing and your mind racing a mile a minute trying to find a way that this can be explained platonically. He was just fighting you, he didn’t want a real reaction, totally not!

Loki, for the most part, kept his attraction to you a secret but as you became a true competitor for him in the ring, he licked his lips at the challenge and eagerly fought back. When he pinned you to the mat, he saw the spark of arousal in your eyes and his grin morphed into a smirk. “TKO, darling,” he whispered seductively, watching your eyes flutter before you seemed to come back to yourself, bring yourself to your feet and scurry away.

From behind him, Loki heard a groan and he chuckled to himself. “Is there a problem, Agent Romanoff?” he asked with a pleased hint to his voice, rolling his head and groaning at the satisfying cracks that could be heard.

“Whatever you’re doing to her, Loki, I suggest you stop,” Romanoff warned, her eyes aflame as she stared at the God of Mischief, “she’s a good asset.”

Innocently, Loki flashed a smirk at Romanoff before striding out of the training room, his bag and towel following after him surrounded by a green glow.

After that, no matter where you were; somehow Loki was too!

Even if you’d checked that he was in his room before heading out anywhere, he just appeared and soured your day. Well – not really, but you acted like it did. In the library, the gym, the kitchens or even out in the city as you got very stir crazy.

Now, you're back in your quarters and you get your first real chance to relax for a moment with Loki constantly following you around. After a rough day, your mind is going a mile a minute as you go through all the different ways he's interacted with you lately. Sure, he could just be friendly and interested in getting to know someone new, but the way he looked at you... the way his eyes locked onto yours... was there something more? You refused to believe it. Loki, the God of Mischief, could never be attracted to you.

Now that you had a moment to think, your stomach growled and you sighed at the realisation that you'd need to step out of your room yet again to get food. You could order but the temptation to get pizza or McDonald's would be too strong. Clicking the lock of your door, you stepped out into the dark hallway and made haste to the kitchens three floors below. Only when the elevator doors dinged open, you were greeted with the heated green gaze of the one God you did not want to see right now.

"Loki," you whispered in shock before calming your racing heart and stepping into the elevator, pressing the 16th floor button, "how convenient that you are here."

He flashes that grin at you that always seems to make your heart skip a beat. Loki casually leans against the opposite wall of the elevator and gazes at you with those enchanting emerald eyes. "Hardly, I just needed food. I suspect you did too?" he asks with that slight smirk.

"That's a very nice outfit you're wearing, darling," he adds. His smile shifts slightly at your blush, that blush that is totally just a natural response and not from him teasing you at all.

You stammered as the elevator descended. Those three floors feeling as if they take an eternity to get past in order to get to the common area. It wasn't really a nice outfit you were wearing, in all honesty. Just simple green joggers and a black shirt. Something you'd simply thrown on to venture downstairs. You weren't aware that you were wearing Loki's favourite colours, didn't know that you were blatantly displaying your affections for him through your clothing.

"Thank you," you murmured so you didn't seem rude, hugging your arms before you gazed up at him and the red that tinted your cheeks deepened when you saw that Loki had not once looked away from you, even if you'd turned your head to the ground.

He stares at you, trying to hide a grin at your evident embarrassment. He likes seeing you blush, and your shy nature certainly makes it easy to do so. Loki decides that he will have a little fun with this. "Tell me, darling," he asks. "Do you happen to like the colour green?" he asks, keeping that smile on his face, just waiting to see your reaction.

Oblivious to the double meaning to his words, you eagerly nodded and grabbed at your joggers, proudly displaying them to the God of Mischief.

"Yeah," you gushed, a goofy grin on your lips that pulled at Loki's heart, your eyes full of innocent pride, "always has been a favourite, always will be."

He raises an eyebrow at you, his smile growing slightly with that innocent pride you have for what you're wearing. Loki decides to play along with your innocence and go to the next step.

"Why, darling," he says, his voice full of mock surprise. "You're not trying to signal that you like me, are you?"

Heat once again rushed to your cheeks at the suggestion. Why would he ask that? Where had that ever been a signal that you liked him? Unless... no- it couldn't be. You remembered a conversation from months ago, Thor had suggested that women who wore red would always be seen as representing him in a way with their colour. Did Loki hold that belief too?

Loki watches the way you react with great interest, and is amused by that adorable blush of yours.

"Oh, darling," he replies. "I simply love a woman who knows how to show off their affection for a man. It's the ultimate form of respect."

His expression shifts slightly, and he takes a small step closer to you. "What, does this little outfit you're wearing mean that you think of me so much that you don't mind the chance that others might see as you trying to court me?" he asks in a playful tone.

"I- I- I didn't mean to-" you stammered; your cheeks flushed bright red by now yet again - though you supposed they'd never stopped being so since entering the elevator-. Your pride for your outfit faded, replaced by nervousness and a little bit of arousal for the God before you. His gaze seared into your soul, laid you bare before him, helpless to even process the fact that the elevator had long since stopped, the emergency stop button being pressed by Loki minutes ago.

"You didn't mean to?" the God asks, feigning innocence despite knowing exactly the effect he's having on you. He takes another small step closer, still keeping that charming grin on his face as he looks at you with those enchanting eyes.

His hand comes up to your throat, and he leans in closer, whispering in your ear. "Maybe you should come back to my room, darling," he says in a soft voice, as if that suggestion is the most natural thing in the world.

Your eyes widened in shock, your body trembling as if processed his request. He said it so naturally! How could he say that so casually?! So many questions raced through your mind as you stared up at him, your lip trembling as you struggled to find words to portray the whirlwind in your mind. Suddenly you realised you were trapped in this elevator with Loki for who knows how long, and you were ultimately playing a game of cat and mouse with the God of Mischief.

"I don't- I can't- we- we're partners, Loki, what will the others think?" you whispered, trying to hard to shy away from the handsome God before you.

He grins at you, amused at the sudden confusion you're feeling. He leans in even closer, his warm breath on your ear as he slowly leaned in closer to you. "Who cares what the others think?" he whispers. "They don't matter. Only we matter here. Don't you want me, darling?" he asks, his voice husky and full of the most hypnotic desire.

Loki's breath catches in his throat as he looks at you, lost in your beauty. "Give in... we have both waited too long, have we not?" he whispers.

Biting your lip, you tried one last time to shy away from his affections but your movement was prevented by a large hand encompassing your throat and pulling you closer to him and soft lips were pressed to your own. Shock rippled through your body as you took in this sudden action before your mind became quiet and you melted into the kiss.

He holds you close, a passionate grip with one of his arms wrapped around you so that you can feel the warmth of his body and his muscles as your lips mingle with his.

As he pulls back from the kiss, Loki is visibly panting. "I can feel your heartbeat, darling," he whispers. "You like my presence all the more." You can't deny it. Loki seems to make your heart jump even more now.

"I have wanted..." you hesitated, shame filling your body at the realisation that Loki had at least been interested in you for a while and you'd be avoiding him. "Since you came here, I have been intrigued by you then... one day... it was feelings and then... I tried to hide it," you whispered with a soft laugh, shaking your head and avoiding his gaze.

Loki wraps you in a warm embrace, running his hands over your hair. "Darling, you're so adorable. Why ever would you try and hide this from me?" he asks, looking directly into your eyes. "Let me show you just how interested I am in you."

Loki's eyes shift to something you hadn't expected: hunger. His eyes were always beautiful, but now they were filled with raw desire. And it was focused entirely on you.

Food forgotten, you pressed the button for your floor and wrapped your arms around Loki's neck, awaiting the arrival of your floor four floors above you.

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Just Loki singing his heart out in the bath

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👀 ~•Hiddlenipples•~

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A Fine Silk Robe [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki has a luxurious w*nk to thoughts of you. (w/c 1.6k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language.

Loki placed the book he had been reading to the side; the pages yellowed with age and the careless touch of a thousand fingers before his own. Low lights of the city twinkled in the darkness beyond as he lounged by the window, casually waving a hand. In the corner of his palatial chambers, dying embers of the low fire roared back to life at the command. The god’s forefinger curled to his upper lip, stroking it softly as his thumb rested below his chin. The hour was late on Asgard. And its Prince was horny.

He uncrossed his ankles. The fine silk robe he wore sliding teasingly against muscular calves stretched out on the window-seat. Dark emerald shimmering in shadows which licked the walls in pulsing waves. The god closed his eyes, letting his head rest against the wall. It had been a long day, but his mind was restless. His forefinger traced down his wine-moistened lip, pulling gently on its descent. It traced down his neck, travelling the route he knew your fingers would take as you began to worship him, straddled on his lap. Loki trailed the line of his collarbone, a delicate refrain in the muscled expanse of his chest. A spread palm slid beneath the edge of the silk there, imagining the way you would run your own across his skin. You would be a tease, but your eagerness would be betrayed by desperation simmering in your eyes. A touch of shyness too, Loki thought. Trepadation as you explored his mysterious body for the first time beneath trembling fingers. Gods, how he wanted you. Loki’s mind stalled on the coy backwards glance you delivered so masterfully in the great hall this afternoon. The image had been smouldering tauntingly in his mind ever since. His thoughts wandered alongside his hands to the silk tie of the robe, tugging it loose. The belt gave no resistance, the light knot coming undone with a teasing flourish of his long fingers. Dark green silk entwined around the god's pale wrist, a delicate snake coiling around his thick forearm tensed with anticipation. He recalled the way your shawl drooped over your bare shoulder, eyelashes fluttering as you ran your hungry eyes down his body. Were you undressing him in that quick-witted mind of yours? Imagining what it would be like to remove every layer of tight Asgardian leather piece by piece? Did you imagine his legendary cock sating you? Yes, Loki thought confidently; of course you had.

You had heard him moan the syllables of your name many times in the dirty recesses of your mind. When you closed your eyes in your innocent, unspoilt bed; those delicate hands wandering beneath the sheets. He could smell it in the air. The trail of decadent arousal that surrounded you whenever he was near. Like an animal in heat. The prince's legs widened, the luxurious dressing gown spreading sluttishly around his open thighs. His palm ran firmly over the flat base of his stomach, toying with the edges of his neat pubic hair. He scratched it gently, making his hardened cock twitch. Images of the filthy deeds he would enact with you flashed through his mind, teeming with vivid debauchery before he even began. Would you insist on swallowing his cock? Yes, you would wish to worship your prince. You would be curious to how a god tastes, sucking at the font of his legendary masculinity, choking on your enthusiasm as he growled deep curses above you.

Perhaps, if the Lady allowed it; he would show you why women of Asgard whispered his name through giggles when they had drunk too much wine. Doubtless, you knew of his skills in delivering that pleasure. He would bury himself between your glistening folds, making you lose yourself against his bedsheets as you gasped with pleasure.

Indelicate howls of passion would come clawing from your throat as you forgot your manners. As you forgot the inane trivialities and expectations of court life. It would all turn to naught as you came over his tongue again and again and- “Uhhhh...gods” he hissed, the delayed gratification of his long fingers wrapping around his desperately aching flesh a sweet relief. Loki sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently. He was burning, the colour behind his eyelids smouldering burgundy. A loose fist grazed to the tip of his thick cock, fingers gathering eager drops of moisture. He massaged the tip of his length; slippery pre-cum making him groan as his needy manhood begged for friction. “Such a tease…” he murmured to himself, gritting his teeth. The way you pressed your cleavage together across the table at the banquet, baring the curve of your elegant neck towards Loki as you indulged the courtier to your side. Did you fantasise about that inferior oaf sucking your nipples between his teeth as he brought you to ecstasy with his fingers alone? Nails scratching at his shoulders as he made the world around you melt to orgasmic bliss beneath his powerful touch? Loki thought not. “Norns….yesss...uhh fuck. Yes.” A curled fist stroked hard flesh in fluid synchronicity, veins beneath the velvet skin pulsing as his arousal thundered with hot, stiff blood. Deep moans rumbled in his chest against sealed lips as he stroked, his brow furrowing as he pictured what lay beneath those exquisitely draped dresses that hugged your figure so temptingly. Loki’s palm slid over the sensitive tip with every swipe of his fist, slick drips of arousal running freely now. His widened thighs began to judder as shocks of pleasure rose and fell with every flick of his wrist. He was taking you from behind against the walls of the palace gardens, your pretty gown raised around your hips as he thrust into that sweet cunt. Moans of his name filled the air, your hands braced against ancient stone, climaxing around his mighty cock, chanting like a drunkard in your delirium. “Gods above” Loki panted, a loud groan whining from his throat as his face turned upwards; eyebrows knitted in twisted anticipation. The god’s scalp tugged the wall as he slid downwards, free hand gripping a fistful of emerald waves splayed at his side. The dressing gown edged down his broad shoulders, flapping against his bicep with every pump of the taunt smack against his hips. Loki raised his knees, trying to gain purchase against the silken material beneath him as he slid further down the window-seat. His heavy breaths made his bare chest rise and fall in time with his hand. Intense, wanton moans of pleasure soaring brazenly around the vaulted ceiling. The echoes would carry.

Loki’s grunts were primal as he chased plateau, the firm palming of his cock making his toes curl. Low grunts peppered the air as his hips twitched, ass clenching as he teetered on the brink of climax. Not yet, he thought. Not yet, not before I- The muscles on his neck bulged as he fought against the tide of building cum heaving its way upward. Desperate moans erupted from parted lips, heavy pants which made his stomach clench with every journey of his white knuckles from thick root to slippery tip. “Uhhhh gods...Y/N...yes.f-fuck me. Fuck.me, g-gods...”

His back arched, mind racing as he searched the gallery of filthy imaginings he kept of you for moments like this. Claim loyalty to me, darling; he would whisper in your ear as your dress fell around your ankles by his bed. And I shall ruin you for lesser men.

He was so close. So fucking close. What he would give to empty himself inside your tight cunt; the pleasures of that teasing, hot quim wrapped snugly against his benevolent flesh. Loki grasped the silk at his side, pulling it outward as he fucked himself without mercy. The rough friction of his palm tugged at the delicate foreskin, waves of painful pleasure consuming his very being as his eyes rolled back.

The god’s dishevelled hair spread against the cushions, the open arch of the window exposing him to the city spread below as he came undone. Could they hear his cries of pleasure? He hoped they could. “FuckkkkkK” he growled, clenching his thighs as he approached the final precipice. You were mounted on top of him; riding him like an Asgardian battle-steed. His Valkyrie; you would work him until you were sated. Until you were utterly and completely satisfied. His face buried in your cleavage as you took your pleasure from him, milked every drop of lustful satisfaction from his willing cock – a prize you would claim selfishly. Insatiably. You would pin his arms above his head, fuck him like a slave; royal lineage be damned- until he flipped you over, the game afoot; pressing his solidly wet length against your teasing back entrance- With a thundering groan his legs shook, open thighs twitching as his toes pointed. The taunt skin of his stomach creased as he quivered upward, tensed shoulders leaving the cool stone as Loki of Asgard gave in to his base desires. A final squeezing swipe of his thumb against the tip was all it took. Fresh cum spurted in thick ropes over the apex of his fist. He juddered forwards, dark hair swinging around his jaw. It caught in his lips, a gasp inward making strands stick to his tongue as his features twisted in anguished pleasure. Pure white seed dripped leisurely between his fingers as he slowly released his crushing grip with a deep sigh, squeezing from base to shaft one last time. The god fell back against the cushions, letting his naked thighs fall wider, extending one long leg outward. A fresh breeze rolled from the window-arch over his body, drying the thin sheen of sweat gathered in the crevices of his abdomen. Loki carelessly wiped his fingers on the fine silk robe, letting the fluttering panel fall over his outstretched leg.

Thoughts of you wrapped in the luxurious material flashed through his mind, coyly covering yourself in his colours after copious orgasms bathed in the heat of the fire. You would pad to the bathing chamber, throwing him the same knowing look over your shoulder that you had today in the great hall. And by the time you got back, he would be hard again. He would have you. Of that he was certain. And perhaps tonight, he would sleep after all.

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angelaf1978 · 6 months

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Loki🥵

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janegocyla · 4 months

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Trust my rage🖤💚

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holdmytesseract · 4 months

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Found this one: 🥵

@muddyorbsblr suffer with me, bestie. 🫠

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wordynerdygurl · 2 years

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“Please...”

A Six Steamy Sentences Story

Author’s Note: @lancsnerd created this idea and when I mentioned writing for my favorite MCU bae, she agreed! Thank you for the vote of confidence! As always, feel free to like, share and check out the Master List in my bio! Also, the tag list is open so there’s always time to become a Minx! Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Summary: It has Six Steamy, Smutty Sentences, my good people! The summary would be as long as the work itself! Warnings: Male servicing Female smut. Beautiful words, sexy times.

The word was filled with an aching want that ran in electric currents from the arched tips of your toes to the top of your head, stopping just long enough to pool in the space between your belly button and the crest of your mound. You were answered with a moaned return to the task at hand; Loki, raven haired God of Mischief and paramour extraordinaire, had ordered you to receive pleasure provided by him and him alone. Just now his dark locks rose and fell in syncopated rhythm with the long licking strokes of his tongue along your soaked seam, stopping to gently suck at the bundled nerves of your swollen clitoris before plunging lower and deeper. It was a nerve wracking tattoo, the beat of which was enough to drive you to madness, or divine ecstasy, whichever came first. As your body bent nearer to the torment, bowing into the breathy parted lips of your Loki, the wave within you crested, overflowing the banks of your body and leaving you to weakly whisper in the wreckage, “Please…” Kissing over the lush valleys created by your curves, Loki climbed high enough to tweak one of your overly sensitive nipples, renewing the rippling sensations coursing through your over worked figure, his voice deep and dark, “I love it when you beg, pet.”

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vanitasmorgue · 2 years

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If you want one like this every month, don't forget to join us! Patreon Link on my bio.

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lady-rose-moon · 8 months

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I’ll bite on your prompt gambit!

Let’s do #25 (writing for Loki, dealers’ choice on era)

and…

“what are you doing out here, late at night?”

“is that my shirt?”

“I love you” “…say that again.”

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I am sober - no you're not {Avenger!Loki x Reader}

A/N: hello thank you for sending in your request, I do hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: alcohol consumption, suggested smut

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You'd spent your night in the pub closest to Avengers Tower to celebrate the Avenger's victory over defeating another base of Hydra enemies. Natasha and Wanda had accompanied you to the bar and you were happily drinking together when you got a message from Fury that said you needed to debrief.

Evidently, you said your goodbyes to the two girls and left the pub without further issue. It was raining outside and you hadn't brought an umbrella but in your drunken state, you didn't really care. Avengers Tower wasn't really that far away, you could manage to get back safely.

What you didn't realise was that it was very late into the night - almost two in the morning and the only people out at this time of night were not to be trusted. Still, you kept your bag close, your eyes sharp and your wits about you as much as possible as you walked the distance home.

Some men you passed didn't seem all that friendly and you chose wisely in keeping your head low as you passed them. You heard their vulgar comments on your choice of outfit for this night out but you just didn't care.

Perhaps keeping your head low wasn't the best idea, however, because you'd lost sight of Avengers Tower and were alone on a street only surrounded by New York's nightlife. Biting the inside of your cheek, you clicked your tongue and searched the skyline for Tony's telltale tower. Yet all you saw around you were the same buildings that had been there years prior to Tony's skyscraper.

Had you taken a wrong turn? Two? You didn't know, you didn't know where you were and it caused your heart rate to spike. Your mind was running as quickly as possible, trying to think of a way out of this situation, to get home and to bed before something terrible happened to you.

Something lit up in your brain then. Loki. He had the power to teleport. He could get you back to the tower in no time! Taking your phone out of your purse, you sluggishly searched for his name in your contacts and quickly pressed dial.

The phone rang ten times before you heard him pick up and grumbly reply, "hello?" in the sexiest sleepy voice you'd heard from any man you'd spent your night with.

"Loki!" you exclaimed with relief, missing the slight sound of a cringe on Loki's end at how loud your voice was at two in the morning, "I need you to do me a favour, Mischief, I need ya to come get me."

You heard Loki sigh on the other end of the phone and even that lit a fire in your core. In silence, you stood on the street as you waited for Loki to respond. After two minutes, you heard him ask, "what's in it for me?"

"A year's worth of first edition books, basically anything, Loki," you slurred, pressing yourself against a building as you sighed, "just, please come get me."

You heard the God of Mischief grumble before he rose from his bed. From what you heard, you knew he was getting dressed and a pleased grin appeared on your face. "The things I do for you," Loki moaned, and you knew it was more to himself than for you, still you grinned.

You described to him where you were and didn't have to wait more than five minutes before he materialised in front of you with a frustrated sigh. “what are you doing out here, late at night?” he asked with a tilted head and a disappointed frown.

"Nat and Wanda wanted to celebrate our victory so we went out," you explained with a pleased grin, stepping close to him, ignoring that ever-present tug on your heart that you had when you were near him, "so, we came out."

Loki pinched the bridge of his nose before looking over you and raising an eyebrow, "is that my shirt?"

You flushed as you looked down at what you were wearing. You had indeed stolen one of Loki's shirts but it fit you more like a dress so you'd put a belt around it and put on some shorts before going out. You only now realised that it actually meant you'd taken one of his shirts.

Still, instead of an apology, you only drunkenly shrugged and whispered, "whoops."

Loki sighed and shook his head before taking your arm and disappearing and reappearing in the common room of Avengers Tower. The sudden change disturbed your stomach and you held a hand over your mouth as Loki cringed and helped you to the closest room - his room.

For an hour, Loki sat beside you in his bathroom, helping you through your vomiting stages with a fond smile on his face.

"Never drinking that much again, huh?" Loki teased with a satisfied grin on his face.

You whimpered and shook your head with a slight "nooooooooo" escaping your lips.

Loki gently laughed and shook his head before standing and helping you to your feet before guiding you over to his bed. The God managed to get you out of your outfit and into another one of his shirts before settling you in his bed. Loki knew that he should've been punctual and took the floor but when you whined and reached for him, how could he refuse?

Settling in beside you, Loki listened to your breath, hearing it slowly even out. The moment he thought you were on the cusp of sleep, his heart jumped when you turned to him and whispered, "I love you."

The God could only stare down at your fragile body, half in shock and half with joy, glad for his feelings to be reciprocated. He'd loved you since he'd been forced to join this ungodly team and he'd met you not long after.

"...say it again," Loki whispered, his hand gently cradling your cheek as he stared down at you, "please."

You sighed pleasantly, cuddling into his side and whispering, "I love you, Loki. You were a dick to start out but then you got good. I really do love you, I have no clue why I never told you."

A breathy chuckle left Loki's lips and he pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you close, whispering into the dark, "let's discuss this in the morning when you're sober."

"Mmmkay," you replied before slipping into sleep.

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loki-l1130 · 10 months

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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zylice · 6 months

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LOKI S2 - Hairflip PORN! 🔥

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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The Sweatpants [Avenger!Loki x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki being a sex god in sweatpants. That's it, really. A bit of plot involving Bucky. (w/c 2.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Massive thirst for sweatpant!Loki. Smut. Fingering. Sex. Language. Sexual tension. Detailed descriptions of Loki in sweatpants. A/N: It had to be done.

“Even if you were the last man on this planet Loki Laufeyson I would never fuck you.” you hissed, “Never.”

“What about another planet? There are quite a few you know.” he said calmly, the trademark smugness radiating from his stupid smug face.

You groaned in frustration as he chuckled. The doors which led to the outside world away from your infuriating colleague refusing to open despite your repeated attempts.

“…and I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that- “

“-That you're not a ‘man’ - I get it…we all get it…Jesus H Christ.” you huffed as you swiped your key-card again at the exit. The red light flashed mockingly. Why did it never seem to work with him around?

Since an ill-thought-out session of heavy petting at one of Stark’s parties, Loki wouldn’t leave you alone. Everywhere you went, there he was – with a horny glint in his eye and a suggestive comment on his lips.

“Wrong God, darling - but you’re getting very close…” he leant over you, pressing his large hand gently over yours, guiding the key-card in your fingers through the grooves. The green light flickered.

You rolled your eyes, sighing loudly.

“Laufeyson…let me be clear. You could be walking around this tower looking like an Abercrombie and Fitch model and I still wouldn’t be interested. OK?”

Loki was silent. His piercing gaze running over your resolute face as he folded his arms over his suit, containing a smirk. God, he was so smug.

“Fine.” you said, breaking the silence as you pulled the door mercifully towards you, “I’ll see you around.”

Loki waited until the glass pane slotted back in place, watching you leave with a confident spring in your step. It was adorable when you thought you had bested him. “Indeed you will, Y/N.” he murmured to the empty hall. ---

You strolled into the kitchens a few hours later with both hands laden with groceries, heaving one bag awkwardly up to the counter as Bucky ran up behind you, catching a bottle before it hit the floor.

“Nice catch!” you smiled, as he brought the hot sauce to safety.

“No worries doll…you doin’ alright?” he said as he leant against the counter with his metal arm, angling to peek inside the bags.

You nodded. You wanted to vent to him about Loki’s unrelenting flirtations, his appearances which seemed to be becoming more frequent, his heavy innuendos which made your imagination rattle with possibilities. You wanted to ask Bucky’s advice to make it stop – but then you might need to take it.

Your laughs rang around the kitchen as you and the Winter Soldier unloaded that week's junk food. The sound of Guns n’ Roses blared from the speakers as he recounted Steve’s recent attempts to make him cut his hair, "…untidy, apparently. He’s obsessed. So anal.”

You reached to place another of Thor’s boxes of pop-tarts on a high shelf, stretching your arm as you raised on your tip-toes.

“Oh, hey man.” Bucky said casually from behind the open cupboard door. You leaned backwards, peeking out ready to greet whoever it was that had just walked into the kitchen as you slotted the box in place.

Loki sauntered barefoot across the floor as your eyes widened.

He was topless; dark curls hanging around his jaw, brushing against his naked collarbone. The god’s broad shoulders swept down to toned biceps which flexed effortlessly with every stride, making your breath hitch.

A pair of grey jersey sweatpants hung low on his hips, the ruched waistband sitting snug against his pelvis as soft material fell fluidly down his legs. His face was neutral; sharp cheekbones framing exquisite features as he reached the counter and picked up a bag of pretzels.

“Barnes.” he replied lazily, pinching the bag between his fingers and opening it.

You turned your attention back to the pop-tarts, rearranging the boxes on the top shelf and trying to compose yourself as they exchanged pleasantries.

“…I would, but I don’t think Y/N would be interested in playing with me.”

You closed the cupboard door, leaning against the counter as Bucky’s gaze flickered between you and Loki warily.

“Interested in playing with what?” you said, being sure to look at Loki’s eyes and only his eyes.

“With me.” Loki replied, tilting his head towards Bucky, “…and him. Monopoly, was it?”

Bucky nodded silently, clearly wishing he hadn’t suggested it.

“I’ll play with you – just don’t be too sore when you lose…I know what you’re like.” you quipped, grabbing a glass and turning on the tap.

Bucky mumbled about setting up; making his way to the sofa area as Loki leant beside you on the counter, regarding you curiously.

“Excellent idea Y/N – the last thing you want during a spirited game is to be thirsty.”

You turned your head, the expanse of his perfectly defined chest straight in your line of vision as you slowly raised your gaze. His tongue darted to run across his lips as he bit down gently, drawing them into his mouth as he watched your reaction.

“Shit!”

Water overflowed from the glass spilling over your hand as he chuckled, turning to walk towards Bucky who was shuffling cards.

You wiped your palms on your skirt, unable to draw your eyes away from Loki’s muscular ass shifting beneath the soft fabric; his long legs moving gracefully across the floor with soft pats from his bare soles.

With the two men occupying the sofas, you took a seat on the floor to complete the triangle, resting your elbows on the glass coffee table as Loki brandished the sheet of rules like a royal decree.

“I will be the Gamesmaster… so I shall be the overseer of any infractions--“

“Dude you’re literally the God of Lies – no way are you 'overseeing' anything…”

You let them bicker as you pressed the metal game token between your fingers. You couldn’t stop staring. Loki’s body was angled towards his adversary, one long leg drawn up to rest under the opposing thigh.

“How dare you insult my pre-ordained authority in this manner…”

His bare torso was tight, the side muscles of his abdominals clearly defined as the ripples danced tantalisingly in front of you. You followed the lines down to his lower stomach, where a fine trail of dark hair ran beneath the band of the sweatpants. His muscular hips creased slightly as he bounced with animated irritation, the thin lines forming on his smooth taunt skin at the edge of the tantalising material making your mouth water.

“Look man, all I’m saying is if someone’s gonna cheat it’s the guy with the magic pockets alright?”

Loki ran his large hands down his thighs, pressing into the skin beneath the soft cotton which clung to him. You could see the muscles shifting underneath his touch, fighting for space against the fabric which constrained them. His palm crested in waves as he slid down his legs firmly, riding the landscape of his sculpted body as he tried to centre himself.

“Your feeble mortal mind cannot begin to understand the complexities of my abilities and why I would never--”

“-- I literally saw you use magic to skip the line at Starbucks the other day so don’t even man…”

Your mind was racing, heat rising in your cheeks as you willed yourself to break away from the sight of the God of Mischief’s insanely hot body wrapped in your sexual kryptonite. It was as though your brain had been in self-preservation mode for the previous ten minutes…and now it had imploded.

Loki had leant back on the sofa, his hands clasped together over his face as he struggled to contain his frustration. His defined stomach clenched under impatient laughter, his bare feet now firmly on the floor as his hips widened. The stretch of those damn grey sweatpants created an inviting curve between his thighs that you wanted to bury your face in.

You noticed that the waistband of the joggers had crept lower. It teasingly revealed the dents of his hipbones, flashing invitingly between the expanse of firm flesh that held the deep V of his lower stomach in definition that would put even seasoned models to shame. Shit, he really was a God.

He shifted again, propelling himself upwards to rest two thick forearms on those perfect thighs. Fuck, how you wanted to bite into those thighs.

You wanted to sit on them. Grind your pussy deep into the expanse of his rock-solid lap beneath you. You craved feeling the soft scrape of the jersey sweatpants against your centre, marking the fabric with your wetness. His biceps strained against the pressure as he bore down on his femurs; shoulders flexing as he wrung his hands together in frustration.

Between his legs you saw the outline of his legendary cock shifting, the one you’d felt pressed hard and rough against your ass the night of the party as he ran his hands down your dress towards your needy clit. The dancefloor had been full, and dark. You had spun to face him, wrapping your legs around him when he raised you to press yourself against his straining length – the moan that had escaped him had been fucking primal. You shivered.

“This is why people don’t like you Barnes you’re so difficult—”

“Wow, wow buddy, I’m difficult? You’re the king of difficult—”

“Well at least I’m King of something, you pompous one-armed scrub…”

“Nice self-burn there pal, shouldn’t you be actually ruling something by now in your five year plan?”

You stood silently and walked back towards the kitchen as the voices became heated behind you, picking up Loki’s discarded bag of pretzels to distract yourself from the sea of pooling wetness between your legs.

The sound of metal clanging against the thick glass table rang as Bucky flipped the untouched Monopoly board, scattering cards and paper money across the floor before striding out the doors.

Loki looked at you with eyebrows raised, a look of amusement in his eyes as he feigned innocence, “I think that means I win by default?”

You rolled your eyes as you crunched another pretzel, trying not to acknowledge him as you spied the god stand and re-adjust the waistband on his hips from the corner of your eye. He approached as you methodically cleared crumbs.

“I take it from your lack of interest that this is not…’Abercrombie and Fitch’ enough for you?” he murmured over your shoulder, his tone notably more earnest than you were used to.

You turned with a smart retort hovering only to be met with his face inches from yours, his bare pecs tantalisingly close to pressing you against the edge of the counter.

“...I had to ‘Google’ it? But I must say, I thought this was a fairly decent attempt.” he smirked, as your eyes involuntarily ran down his stomach – God you could slice bread on his hip muscles.

“They’re just sweatpants, Loki” you choked; the need wavering in your voice as you inhaled the delicious scent clinging to his neck.

“Oh darling. You and I both know that these are not just sweatpants.”

You swallowed. His forefinger began tracing up the bare skin of your thigh, teasing underneath your skirt as he watched you intently for signs of resistance. The tip drew lazy circles on your tingling skin, pressing gently towards your soaking core. Loki’s coy smile widened as his touch drew shortened breaths from your lips, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction.

“Go on, Y/N …you know you want to.”

His words were like a starting pistol. Your starved hands flew to his torso, feeling the waves of his muscles as they slid down his waist. They found the ruched material of his waistband, snug to his impeccably lithe frame as you slipped your fingertips underneath the material and ran them around the tight fit to press into the top of his ass.

A low moan escaped you as he placed his hands on either side of your body, placed firmly to the counter.

Like a woman possessed, you slid your digits to the front of his sinful attire, reaching down to grasp his newly hardening cock which stood proudly against the willing fabric. You squeezed.

Loki’s slid his tongue desperately into your mouth, keening into you as your hand moved fluidly up and down his manhood. Tendrils of his dark hair fell across your face as you felt two fingers enter you with ease, curling deep inside as you groaned into him. The soft material of his sweatpants rubbed against the fronts of your legs as he knocked them wider, his knuckles already soaking with your arousal as he began to pant under the movement of your hand.

Your eyes flickered to the kitchen entrance, the brazen display between you and Loki on full view if anyone walked through those doors.

Adrenaline like drugs hitting your bloodstream flowed as Loki’s palm shot upwards, rubbing against your swollen clit as you moaned into his open mouth; fingers still wrapped around his thick velvet cock.

“I want you, Loki.” you panted between heavy breaths, as his fingers slowed their thrusts.

“I’m sorry darling? What was that?”

You could feel the flex of his jaw against your cheek as he enjoyed a hidden smile of smug satisfaction, the perfect accompaniment to his goading words.

“You heard me Laufeyson…” you groaned, “…fuck me.”

He withdrew from you, stepping backwards. His waistband snapped to his hips at the departure of your touch, the pink tip of his engorged cock poking teasingly out of the top of the trousers flush against his flat stomach as he ran his eyes down your body thoughtfully.

“Just so I’m clear Y/N – you are now ‘interested’ in me?”

You pressed your eyes shut, screwing your face up in a silent grimace as you reluctantly relinquished the game with a nod.

“As I suspected.' he smirked, 'Now say please.”

You opened your eyes, disbelief clouding them at the return of his cocky demeanour so close to your submission. He really thought he was irresistible. Although wearing those damn sweatpants, he was right.

“…fuck me please.” you murmured through gritted teeth, watching a devilish smile curl on his lips still wet from your needy kisses.

Loki ran his hands through his curls, revealing the sharp jawline beneath as his biceps flexed to his sides. His chiselled stomach stretched as he raised his arms, the edges of the sweatpants lowering teasingly against the movement. You felt like passing out.

“Turn around, darling.” he growled, his bulging thighs outlined perfectly against the thin cotton as he squatted slightly, his hand reaching down the front of the trousers to grip his straining cock.

You turned, hips colliding against the low cupboards as one of Loki’s hands pressed on your lower back making you bend. Placing your elbows obediently on the counter, you closed your eyes in anticipation. The vibration of blood rushing to your pussy was electric, the slick entrance between your thighs ready to be filled by Loki’s perfect arousal…finally. You had no idea why you had fought it for so long.

The edges of your skirt breezed upwards, swept to the side as a low hum of approval floated from behind you at the sight. Your breath hitched as his thick tip grazed against your soaking lips, rubbing it teasingly through your folds.

“Lokiii…” you keened, as you strained against him – the strength of his palm on your back preventing any movement. A dark chuckle radiated behind you, before Loki’s wide girth mercifully slid inside you, bottoming out in one slow thrust.

A low rumble of satisfaction dripped from your throat as he filled you, muttering dirty praises from behind as you took all of him effortlessly.

He thrust upwards, the fabric of his trousers which had been pulled down to expose his long cock rubbed against the back of your legs. The feeling coursed over your skin making you clench; the clandestine nature of the fuck heightening every sensation.

He angled himself to hit the sweet spot in your channel; making you whine beneath him, your forehead lowering to lean against your arm as you moaned his name pathetically. Two strong hands made their way to your hips, pulling you back firmly onto his arousal as he purred behind you; calling you his good girl, telling you how well you were taking him. You were definitely going to pass out.

You extended one hand behind your shoulder, grasping for purchase as he hovered before crashing his lips to yours sideways in a desperate kiss.

His firm nakedness pressed against your back; the heat from his skin making your body flex as you teetered on the brink of a devastating climax. Your twisted hand sought the hips behind you, clawing at the sweatpants as he thrust into your dripping channel again and again. Your needy fingers gripped the fabric of his lowered waistband, trying to pull him deeper as you felt the ripples of orgasm fire in your belly around his mighty cock.

Loki moaned wantonly in your ear, the primal sound sending you over the edge. You braced against the countertop as you came hard, a growl of his name falling from your lips as you tried to mute your cries of pleasure.

With a final snap of his jersey-clad hips, Loki spilled his seed inside your channel – your orgasm had been too much to bear. Long curls trailed across your neck as he pressed you down, flattening you against the cool surface below as he panted through his intense release with a loud groan.

You closed your eyes as you listened to his breathing, pining the loss of his cock inside you as he slowly peeled his chest away from your back. Turning towards him, you watched as he slid his lowering manhood back inside the grey fabric, twanging the snug waistband with a snap before raising his wickedly sensual gaze to yours.

“I am amazed that your resilience was broken by a mere piece of clothing, Y/N. Truly…” he drawled sarcastically as he hoisted himself up to sit on the counter.

You inserted yourself between his spread legs, running your hands up the material which clung like heaven to his muscles– the pangs of lustful need still fluttering in your core as you stared up at him.

“Oh ‘darling’” you echoed in dramatic imitation, “You and I both know that these are not just sweatpants.”

Loki winked, a flirtatious smile edging across his lips as Bucky stormed back through the kitchen doors, looking at his phone.

“and another thing – where do you get off telling Thor I’ve been eating his Pop Tarts man, he’s sent me a screenshot…we’re supposed to be on the same si-“

He stopped, taking in the scene before him as you and Loki both looked up with eyebrows raised in anticipation. Bucky gestured towards you, a low laugh radiating from him as he shook his head with a smile.

“I really didn’t think it would work Y/N, I swear to God…Loki you win, man. You’re the King. I owe you twenty bucks.”

Your eyes flickered to Loki as he chuckled apologetically beneath you, understanding dawning as you realised they had been in cahoots all afternoon.

“Cool… well I’ll leave you to it but uh… wash those sweatpants before you give em’ back to Steve ok? He’ll know and then I’ll be in deep shit.”

Bucky pointed to Loki before tipping you a salute, walking backwards through the kitchen doors as your eyes fell to the God of Mischief’s lap, a wet patch of cum leaking out across the fabric.

“You really need to get a pair of your own sweatpants, you know.” you muttered, palming the source of the growing stain.

“How about two?” Loki replied, reaching around your waist to pull you closer between his open thighs.

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