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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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The Target [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki is your lookout on a honeytrap mission. Shockingly, protocol is not followed. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Jealousy. Language. Mild violence. (w/c 2.8k)

Loki watched as you waited for a tall, mysterious stranger. Dark, handsome and most alluringly...dangerous.

He would descend the stairs of the underground club, savouring the feeling of every woman’s gaze falling on him as he made an entrance.

The stranger would cast his eyes over the pulsing crowd, finding himself inexplicably drawn to one person in particular through the thundering haze of bass.

Towards the one who did not give him the attention he desired. Towards you.

Loki grimaced. He knew the feeling.

He detached his earpiece. He didn’t need Wilson’s jarring voice telling him what his own eyes could plainly see.

The moody god crossed his legs, waving at the waitress and motioning to the empty glass in his hand.

She nodded with a sultry smile as Loki readjusted his spine against the seat, suit feeling suddenly tighter as he let his gaze wander back to you sitting alone at the bar.

Loki's proud brow creased as he tilted his chin to his chest. You were ignoring him, as you should. But still, it smarted.

The god’s eyes followed the cocky gait of the target making his way predictably through the parting crowd. Loki curled a forefinger to his lips, basking in the shadows as he watched the play unfold through narrowed eyes.

You knew what you were doing. You could kill the mobster with a well-timed flick of your hand to that special place on a man’s neck and yet…

Loki saw a smile light on your lips like a cigarette in the darkness. Introductions were made, the target's inability to have your attention denied to him was infuriatingly predictable.

She is irresistible, after all Loki thought grudgingly, taking the refreshed glass from the waitress with a silent nod of thanks.

You rested your chin on your palm, flirtations in your every movement making Loki’s breaths grow heavy; concealed in the shadows.

Your mission was simple.

Get the target alone, avoiding the suspicion of his henchmen hidden somewhere in the buzzing crowd. Subdue him and procure the USB drive from his person. Loki had no reservations that you would be able to complete this mission without his interference.

And that was what he was afraid of.

He had long accepted, albeit reluctantly, that his feelings for you ran beyond what was deemed acceptable in a ‘professional’ setting. His guttural moans of your name as he braced against the wall of his shower; spilling his seed against the tiles, was testament to that.

The ring of your laughter broke him from his trance, eyes narrowing.

He could feel the clench in his jaw tighten, seeing in slow motion as you uncrossed and re-crossed those sinfully bare legs.

'The target is a leg man' you had said in the briefing room earlier. Loki scoffed at the memory, choking back a growl as the villain’s hand skated past the edge of your dress.

One would not have to be a leg man, Loki thought, to wish to bury his face between those tantalising thighs.

In the cover of darkness he tilted his head, one hand curled around the glass while the other tightened in a fist. His short fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his palm. The sight of the man bending into the curve of your neck; whispering pathetically inept platitudes into your ear.

It made him writhe with jealous hatred. Vengeful desire.

“Don’t” he murmured under his breath. Loki watched with bated breath as your fingers ran down that elegant neck he so often thought of marking with rough kisses.

The target’s eyes followed the trail of your hand, ghosting over supple cleavage. That dress was so short. So tight. Loki could never recall seeing you dressed in anything so provocative. If he had, he was sure it would have featured in his fantasies as he tugged his cock mercilessly atop his tangled bedsheets.

He frowned, seeing a self-satisfied smirk spreading across the stranger’s face as he indulged himself with a lingering leer down your neckline.

Those perfect lips of yours fastened seductively around the straw of your drink. You sucked gently, making your cheekbones hollow as you gazed into the target's eyes.

“Norns above…” Loki rumbled quietly, shaking his head. He pursed his lips as he straightened in his seat, feeling his cock twitch. Your practised hand crept up the stranger's thigh, making him reshuffle on the barstool where he perched.

“Gods.” Loki muttered in frustration, exhaling deeply. The sight of your seductions was making him unbearably horny; marinating in envy. Desire smouldered in the god’s belly, burning downward towards his groin as he tried to concentrate.

His eyes flickered around the room, searching for henchman lurking in the shadows. That was his job after all.

Stop it, he chided himself. He could feel his manhood thickening beneath the dark material of his suit, hardening traitorously as your perfect thighs taunted his periphery.

The curve of your skirt hoisted upwards as you leant forward, whispering wanton words in the mobster’s ear as your arm draped over his shoulder; breasts pressed against his chest.

Loki groaned, fist involuntarily flying to his mouth to stifle it. He leant forward, rubbing his forearms purposefully down his thick thighs. If I didn’t know better, he thought; I’d think she was doing this on purpose.

It wasn’t often that Loki Laufeyson wished himself to be in a lesser man’s shoes. Never, in fact. But as your hand crawled further up the target's thigh, fingertips grazing his surely disappointing manhood; Loki conceded that tonight he would indeed wish himself in another man’s trousers.

He hissed, pinching his leg tightly as you sucked your fingertip, lashes fluttering in the soft glow of the bar lights. Loki swallowed, his unblinking eyes prickling with dryness as he tried to contain the lethal magic simmering beneath the skin of his palms.

The target suddenly stood. A coquettish laugh tinkled from your lips as you hopped from the stool and straightened that short little dress.

Loki shrank back in the shadows, watching through lowered eyes as you followed the man towards the fire exit, your hand in his.

Laufeyson's orders were simple – stay on guard. Do not get involved unless required. But Loki had seen the way the target moved towards the doorway, a slight limp betraying his body's readiness to fuck you senseless.

I think not. Loki thought, hot blood thundering in his ears.

He downed his drink, hair flicking back as his jaw set with purpose. His long legs unfurled, rising and slipping to the side as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt over his forearms.

The god slid subtly through the darkness. The glow of the fire exit light guiding a path through bustling crowds gyrating in sweaty ecstasy around him.

He took a deep breath, pushing the door with ease and slipping inside. Moans of exaggerated pleasure wafted from around the corner of the dark hallway, Loki's looming form casting a long shadow across the floor.

His teeth ground together as a twisting nausea rolled in his gut. Those sounds were his to command. His body directing the course of your pleasures. You were his. Even if you were yet to be party to that fact.

And Loki would make sure you knew it before the night was out.

The handle of a familiar dagger appeared within his grip, the war-haze of his emotions running ahead of his mind. Carefully, he stalked to the corner; grunts of feral need leaking from the target under your attentions indicating your mission was a resounding success.

“Yesss, baby” you groaned, your head tilted back towards the wall as the mobster’s hands roamed that sacrosanct body, tainting you with his inferiority.

Loki watched one of your hands rub the target’s crotch, the other snaking indecipherably into the hip pocket of his jeans.

“Uhhhh fuck, you filthy whore. You like what you feel, baby?” the oblivious man groaned, thrusting his groin against your body.

A shiver of rage roll over the god’s skin. Blinded to downfall by his own base desires, Loki sneered. What a fool.

Silently he stepped over the threshold of the corner, striding gracefully towards the man draped over you. A loud thwack sounded as the god smacked him to the side of the head with the butt of his dagger; clenched in an iron fist.

“Loki!?” you gasped, as the target fell to the concrete floor with a thud. His blade glinted in the low lighting from solitary bulb hanging haphazardly above, your heavy breathing echoing as you fiddled with the straps of your dress.

“I have it..I have the-”

The target groaned, beginning to crawl towards the exterior door. Loki rolled his eyes, baring his teeth in a snarl.

He took two short steps, stomping him sharply in the ribs with his heel. The man exhaled loudly as the furious god squatted down, pulling the mobster's hair back and thudding his forehead against the ground once.

Satisfied, he rose. Asgard's dark prince turned to you slowly with his chin lowered, his jaw clenched; eyes smouldering in the darkness. Every inch the vengeful god.

Heat blossomed beneath your skin as you stumbled back against the brick; wetness sliding against your thighs. Loki’s hand slammed to the wall beside your shoulder, his breathing heavy as you cowered beneath him. Your eyes widened, breaths short.

You weren’t afraid of what he might do. You were afraid of what he might not.

His stare was ablaze with lingering anger, a possessive, feral flame simmering beneath that flawless skin.

A reaction, you thought, waves of excitement frothing through your centre. Finally.

Half-lidded eyes stared into your own as his tongue nervously flickered over his bottom lip. Restraining himself.

You wished he wouldn’t, just this once.

“Loki?” you repeated, his name no more than a whisper. “Is he dead?”

You cast your eyes down to the sprawled figure of the target at your feet. Loki shrugged. “Does it matter?” he murmured, a devilish smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

The surrounding gloom cast over his features, sharp cheekbones carved from shadows. His previously immaculately slicked back hair fell around his steadfast jaw. You stared up at him defiantly, waiting for him to speak.

He always spoke.

“You have it?” he murmured, a half-smile tugging at his lip as you raised the USB to eye level and slid it inside your lingerie.

“I had the situation under control, Laufeyson” you purred, straightening his tie. You saw his taunt bicep flex from the corner of your eye where he had you caged, his eyebrow twitching at your touch; the palm on the wall slipping slightly.

“Of that I have no doubt, Agent” Loki growled darkly, taking a step closer so his hips were flush against yours. “But you see, I find myself very much not in control of this particular...situation. It is a most peculiar feeling. I fear, it must be rectified.”

Your breaths staggered as a hard mass pressed against your thigh, pulling slowly upwards against the thin material of your dress.

“Oh?” you whispered, the intended coyness catching in your throat as his mouth hovered by your own.

“Mmmm” he hummed in vague response, brushing his lips against your skin like a fucking tease.

“L-Loki?” you choked, as his fingertip trailed down the bare warmth of your shoulder.

“Yes, Agent?”

You tugged his tie sharply, drawing his face in front of yours. A knowing smirk was plastered across his unbearably handsome features; his hard-on pulsing gently against your desperate skin.

In a second, you clashed together. A mess of tongues and teeth hungrily pressed against the dirty wall as Loki’s hands ran down the curve of your waist like a man possessed.

Your mind was hazy, his mouth descending like a predator over the curve of your neck. He was everything your soul needed. Everything your body desired. He was everything; and he was devouring you with a violent need like you had never known.

“Do you want this, Agent?” he muttered darkly against your skin, the deep tones of his voice seeping beneath the surface like warm oil.

You kissed him ravenously in confirmation, the firm wetness of his tongue silencing unspoken thoughts as your back arched against the wall.

Long fingers raked through your hair, tugging your head back as he sucked a bruising kiss into the veins of your neck. Your hands grasped at his torso, un-tucking his shirt from those sinfully fitted trousers.

“Come now, Agent…” he purred, hoisting your ass forwards; making his thick thigh edge between your own. “Don’t you think you deserve better than a quick fuck in a dark hallway?”

You looked at him sceptically, noting the mischievous smile curling at the corners of the god’s lips.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, Laufeyson…” you muttered, roughly sliding a heavy buckle through its holster.

He chuckled, shoulders flexing as he watched your busy hands at work, a whisp of a groan filling the air as you grazed his straining manhood.

“You’re right, Agent” he murmured, as the belt clattered to the concrete floor. “I do know what I’m doing.”

Heavy base thundered through the stone at your back, waves of sound rolling sporadically through your consciousness as the real world melted away.

Loki leant forward, effortlessly spreading his palms around the tops of your thighs and lifting you against the wall. Your legs wound around his hips, the pressure of his mouth massaging into yours with pure, feral longing. Blood boiling in your veins.

You gasped as his fingers slid past the weak boundaries of your soaking panties, gracefully playing through the wetness of your folds. “So wet darling, I do hope that cannot be attributed to our unresponsive friend.”

He nodded towards the figure strewn on the floor.

“Shut up, asshole.” you hissed, pulling his face sharply to yours. The taste of his saliva was addictive, moreish. You wanted it to coat every part of you, every single inch. The things that the infuriating god had done to you in your head with that talented tongue buried between your thighs...but that would have to wait.

Loki hoisted you higher as his grip on your ass tightened. A free hand buried between his legs, a subtle bend of his knees indicating that your professional relationship was about to be irrevocably ruined.

“Fuckkkk, yes, come on...” you groaned, feeling the tip of his thick cock tease against your slippery pussy, pushing your panties to the side. He held it firm at the entrance, that smug smirk playing at his lips again as darkened eyes glinted in the shadows.

“I was watching you…” he murmured, rubbing the head teasingly at your soaking lips as you keened beneath him.

Your hips thrust forward, aching to feel him fill you with what your body craved. “You’re very good at your job, Agent. How is a mere mortal man ever to know what is real, and what is fiction?”

His words were goading, but the twinge of insecurity in his tone shuddered the air. Your forearms rested on his broad shoulders, the tight cotton creasing on every flex of his breaths in the half-darkness.

You let your fingers run through his hair, tugging it backwards; making him hiss as his strong chin pointed to the ceiling.

“I knew you were watching me, Loki” you whispered against his neck, feeling a rumble of need erupting in his throat. “His henchmen could have been spiking your drink and you’d have been none the wiser. You couldn’t take your pretty eyes off me, could you?”

Loki shook his head, earning himself another sharp tug of his hair. You placed gentle bites along his jaw, savouring the soft moans they delivered. “I may have been playing the target, Laufeyson...but I was playing you, too.”

With a growl, the god thrust himself mercilessly deep.

Your head fell back, features twisted in a grimace of pleasure as your fantasies came real in one tight squeeze of his hips. He paused, tendrils of hair brushing against your cheeks as he panted above you. “Are you alright?” he murmured tenderly, seeing you nod below him.

Loki’s thighs clenched, propelling him upwards into your soaking pussy once again. A guttural groan you had never heard before flew from your throat, your body overwhelmed by the sensation as he began to fuck you against the cobbled wall.

“Jesus Christ” you whimpered, as his face buried in your neck. Every centimetre of your body was electrified by his pulsing thrusts, his incomparable cock unlocking deep pockets of undiscovered pleasure.

He chuckled against your bare skin. “Wrong one, darling” he purred, “let me hear your true god’s name fall from your lips as he takes you.”

You sighed, back arching as Loki’s fingers grazed against your nipple. The flimsy lace of your bra was no barrier to his intentions, fizzing nerves lighting beneath his purposeful touch as he circled the sensitive point. “Loki…” you moaned loudly, making him grunt in approval.

“Louder.” he muttered, biting the curve of your shoulder; making you yelp.

“Lokiii…” you groaned, an echo resounding down the dark corridor against the hum of thundering music.

“My name on your lips like that, Agent..uhhh...N-norns, I could g-get used to t-that.”

Loki’s primal sounds of pleasure had grown heavy, erratic. You could feel your walls beginning to clench around his girth, waves of pre-climax threatening to overwhelm you at any moment.

Your fingers tussled at his collar, grazing the skin of his neck as you panted his name to the ceiling with every upwards heave.

White noise sounded in your ears; your vision blurry; the feeling of going over a hill in the backseat of a car rising in your belly with every purposeful rise of his powerful hips. “Im-g-going to c-come, Loki...I’m-ohgod..fuckk-”

The god flicked his hair over his shoulders, drawing you closer to his chest. The angle was too much.

With a thundering cry of his name you came over him, wetness spurting around the pillar of flesh seated deep inside you. Your ass collided with the stone, his solid thrusts edging as he lost control. “Gods...g-gods, fuck...yes. Gods. Y-yes. Yes.”.

With a feral growl he came, hair blanketing you in darkness as your fingernails dug into the firm muscle of his shoulders.

Rumbles of your name vibrated against your ear; his teeth clamping on the delicate skin of your earlobe as he rode his pleasure alongside your own. Choked moans peppered the air as you both caught your breath; languishing, wet kisses in place of words you couldn’t muster.

A sharp hum stung against the concrete by Loki’s feet, breaking the heady pause.

His face rose from your shoulder, placing you back on solid ground with a sheepish smile. He leant back against the wall with a sigh. The sound was your phone vibrating in the handbag upended to the side. You knew who it would be.

You brought out the comms device you had hidden in your bra, pressing the on-button as you took a steadying breath. “All good, Wilson. Sorry - had some...interference.”

Your hungry gaze ran over Loki’s pleasure-drunk features, a smirk piquing his dimples as his head rested back against the cool brick.

The god’s eyes were closed, lips parted as breathy pants rolled from his heaving chest; utterly spent. And utterly yours.

“Target acquired.” you murmured in confirmation to the microphone at your lips, smiling to yourself before flicking it to the floor.

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thedarkcoven · 10 months

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Loki Request

Minors DNI! 18+ content ahead!! Warnings! Smut. PinV. Unprotected sex. Jealous Loki. Some bdsm themes. Misunderstandings. Mutual pining. Cursing/dirty talk. Confession of feelings. Public sex ;) “Dub con- aka Loki is “forceful” but reader wants it” (Sorry it took a bit <3 Loves yooooooou!!! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy! @aizawasecretlover) @charmed-asylum @pimosworld

You've been friends of Thor and Loki for years now. Just recently you had confessed feelings to Thor and that is how the misunderstanding between you and Loki started. He became distant. Cold. Rude. He treated you like any other woman around Asgard. He was tired of it and was at his last straw... especially when he had to go to Thor's chambers to ask him a question and say you giggling while talking with his blonde brother, your dainty hand resting on Thor's bicep as it flexed in the middle of him telling you a story. Loki's jaw clenched as his raven locks fell forward slightly, his green velvet cloak swooshing behind him as he turned just as you caught sight of the emerald fabric. By the time you turned to say your greetings to him, he was already gone. Anger taking hold of him. You let out a sigh, your heart and smile dropping. Thor noticed and placed a caring hand on your shoulder. "Dear Y/N. Please forgive my brother. He can be a bit much.” “I know, Thor. Its just... I care so much about hima nd I don’t know how to confess my feeligns. I just... I don’t know.” You replied softly, letting out a small sigh. “Go. Talk to him.” Thor chuckled while nudging you playfully. “Do not keep the God of Mischieft waiting.” When you entered Loki’s chamber there were in shambles. Items laying on the floor, papers scattered everywhere, and Asgardian wine spilled. Your stomach dropped when Loki’s vision landed right on you as he glared at you from over his shoulder. He was breathing heavily, his raven locks a mess. You swallowed as he turned and began stalking towrd you as if you were some sort of prey for the taking. “You..” He was on you in a flash. Gripping a large handful of your hair as he pulled you toward his giant bed. The emerald plush was soft against your heated skin as he pushed you down into the mattress, pinning you down with one hand while shoving your silky Asgardian gown up toward your waist. He looked as if he were an animal in heat. Taking his prize that he so deprately needed. Green magic began to glow as he waved his hand. Golden ropes appeared around your wrists and were fastened to the golden pillars of his bed. Before you could protest Loki slammed his lips into yours causing a metalic taste in your mouth. Your eyes flutter closed as he deepens the kiss, his large firm hands gripping your thighs before he unlaced his leather pants. In one swift motion he slid his hard length inside of you. A groan left you as you felt it twitch signaling its eagarness just for you. “Thor thinks he’s going to steal you from me? You’re mine.” Loki growled, pulling out until he was almost completely out before slamming his hims back into yours causing your mouth to fall open in a silent scream. “Lo-Loki!” Loki froze slightly. His name falling from your sweet lips set the fire ablaze that burned slowly inside of him. That need and craving he so desprately needed fulfilled. Now it was going to be his duty to make sure that is all you would do. Singing his name on the top of your lungs like a praise just for the God of Mischief himself. “What was that my sly minx?” He asked slamming his hips roughly into yours, gripping your hips in a death grip. “Loki, please!!” “Please what?” He teased rolling his hips slower into yours, drawing out a long needy moan from you. “Please don’t stop.” You whimpered, pulling his head down until your lips met into a passionate kiss. Your cries rang through the golden halls of the Asgardian palace making maidens and guards alike turn red and turn heel the other way. When Thor heard your cries a giant smirk appeared on the blondes face as he popped a grape into his mouth, staring out onto the beautiful scenery of the kingdom below. “Finally.” Thor said to himself. “Maybe now brother will stop being to moody.” ~~~~~ Loki held you in his arms after cleaning you and making sure you were alright. Your breathing back to normal as you listened to the soft thrum of his heartbeat. Your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. You smile softly but something was still chewing away at your mind. You lifted yourself slightly so you could look down at him, your eyes meeting his verdant eyes. “Did you really think Thor and I were-.” When Loki looked away with a rosy hue on his pale cheeks you began to smirk. “Oh, Loki... I was spending so much time with him because I-... I wanted advice on how I could tell you how I felt about you. I love you, Loki.” Loki’s head snapped toward you, his eyes glistening as his beautiful heart stopping smile spread across his face, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes appearing and making your heart stutter. “You do? I love you too, my love. So much. You have no idea how happy this makes me feel. I feel like the happiest god in this vast universe. I will love you until my dying breath and even in Valhalla I shall keep loving you for you are my purpose.”

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