warnings: çnc themes, slight choking, bondage, cunnilingus, loki being a menace but both the reader & loki break character in the end. mentions of aftercare and sweet fluff‼️
“running will land you in worse situations than this one, pet.” the echoing voice of loki reverberated through the shell of your ear, louder than your panting, your gasping as you tried to clutch onto your failing lungs for air. “how adoring of you to think you can outrun, the god, your god.” loki’s low, mocking chuckle followed soon after.
you were aimlessly running in the asgardian castle corridors, trying with all your heart and soul to escape the ruthlessness of your captor. getting almost dizzy when you forced your feet to take another step, almost falling down if it wasn’t for those metallic ornamented wrists laced with fine asgardian leather grabbing you by the neck. “oh, found you.” he grimly chuckles.
“please— your highness, i will never run again.” you clutched onto his wrist, scratching it up while loki lifted you up forcefully, your legs leaving the ground but you didn’t feel choked. of course— him and his theatrics. “i know you won’t run, little pet. because i will render those legs useless when i’d be done with you.” loki gritted his teeth, baring the green light in his eyes as you got tied up, teleporting to his bedroom and against his mattress. green silk bands tied your wrists and ankles apart, like a starfish.
you tried your best to struggle away, but the tug only got tighter until a painful whimper escaped your parted lips. “submission might aid. i might add.” loki’s words were like a silent warning & also a hint. you may comply and he might be merciful. “please your highness, i beg off you to let me go.” you crooned, glossy eyed.
“oh, darling,” loki feigns pity, and the next moment you find yourself naked in front of his feasting eyes. nipples hardening at the tender touch of colder air and cunt clamping around nothing now that you felt so drastically exposed. your eyed squeezed shut, heat radiating through your cheeks as you turned your head to the side. “you should pray to your god, no? pray to him to be merciful.” loki muses, leaning in and kissing your throbbing clit.
the touch alone sent jolts down your spine and core, pupils widening at his skilled tongue twirling around your needy clit. “you taste sinful.” he smirked, eyes glancing at your furrowed brows. “let me go.” you tried once more, meek whimpers erupting from your pouted lips.
“hmm?” loki contemplated, acting as if he might actually let you go. “alright.” he leaned back, glinting mischievously with a smirk. “if you don’t want me having my way with you, then you don’t cum. after all. it is all but torment to you is it not?” loki emphasises, knowing full well you’d lose yourself and cream the moment he goes hard on your cunt.
you pouted, while that was answer enough, loki still wanted to show you the control he has over you. spreading your cunt lips, he leaned in, taking a shameless sniff of your arousal. “how cute.” he smirked, leaning in and lapping at your juices. fuck— you were feeling so hot and bothered, every single vein in your body feeling the heat of his administrations. you reflexively rutted your hips against him, eager to please yourself over his tongue, eager to cum.
“your highness- AH loki- please- please i’m so close.” it was not before long your body had betrayed you & you were reduced to a mumbling, panting, begging mess. even so, you knew better than to cum without loki’s permission. “go on, little pet.” loki’s thumb ran languid circles onto your clit. “have at it.”
your orgasm tore through your body as you screamed out his name, rabid breathing echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom. “fuck- fuck- can’t can’t.” your moans reduced to pleas again, when loki didn’t want to stop at just one orgasm. “please loki- need a break.” you gasped out, normally you could give him two orgasms without break, but the situation you were in made you a little more sensitive than normal.
“need a break? or want a break, pet?” loki asked once more, a silent nudge for your surity if you wanted him to break his character.
“need a break, loki.” you whimpered back, struggling against the restraints. the use of his first name was signal enough. “alright darling.” he smiled, the restraints gone as he leaned in, kissing you passionately.
“oh what a man you make me to be.” he rolled his eyes when you hug him back, inhaling the comfort of his scent. “it was fun! don’t lie.” you pouted, smiling back when he nuzzled his nose against you.
“you do know that i would never do anything against your will, right princess?” loki reminded you again, while you nodded in approval. “yes, i do.”
“perfect.”
“lifting me off the ground was a bit much.”
“come on, little one, i am known for my theatrics.”
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Summary: A very wet towel-clad god interrupts your prank.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smutty. Extreme Loki Thirst. Language.
Based on my Hot Gif Drabble: The Towel (w/c 2.9k)
You bit your lip, nerves of excitement flushing through your blood as you rounded the corner toward the men’s locker room.
Revenge sat snug in the pocket of your jeans; the small bag of powder nestled against your hip. The plan was perfect. That smug bastard wasn’t going to know what hit him.
You’d been planning this all week, waiting until he predictably spent Saturday morning in the Tower gym with Wilson.
This’ll teach him to mess with me, you thought; grimacing at the memory of your most unflattering underwear decorating the Avengers common room like goddam bunting.
You looked around, registering the patter of a shower in use down the hall. I’ll be in and out, you thought; frantically scanning the benches.
A few kit bags lay dotted around. You squinted, reading the names embroidered into their fabric; Wilson, Barton...Barnes. You smirked, tiptoeing like a cartoonish villain across the tiles, incandescent with silent glee.
You unzipped Bucky’s kit bag, rummaging for the prize you sought. Why does he need so much shit for the gym, he lives upstairs; you thought, while one hand fumbled inside the pocket at your hip.
Your eyes widened with excitement as they fell on the item in question. His trousers.
“Reduced to indulging yourself with the stolen scent of Barnes’ raggedy sweatpants, Agent?”
You froze, eyes flickering back and forth against the lockers as you stood hunched with the offending article in your hands.
“You really must work on your clandestine techniques, darling. I could hear your elephantine footsteps from the shower-room.”
You spun around, clutching the black sweatpants to your chest. “Loki. Hi.”
Laufeyson leant against the open doorway, a fist holding a towel loosely wrapped around his hips. Clearly, he had been in a hurry. A dark trail of fine hair bordered the towel's edge over his Adonis belt, skin still glistening with fresh droplets of water. You swallowed.
He was soaking. Absolutely dripping, in fact.
The dents in his chiselled torso glimmered with a mirrored sheen, flicking his sodden hair back from his face.
Water ran down his biceps, catching in the crook of his elbow before pattering to the floor. He crossed his ankles, the jaunty confidence of his stance making it difficult to retain even a nugget of dignity. You felt your cheeks begin to burn under his amused stare.
“You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.” you chuckled awkwardly.
Loki shrugged, inspecting his fingernails. “Not really. There is a degree of inevitability within this scenario that cannot be denied.”
You frowned, glancing back at the benches. “Do you...do you need your kit bag? Sorry, I’ll get out the way-”
“I do not require a kit bag.” he snapped haughtily, pacing forward across the tiles. He ran his hands through his sodden black hair, dripping tendrils pasted against his long neck. Fuck, he looked good naked. Well, almost naked.
Fuck me, you thought; feeling heat rising in your cheeks. He's even hotter without the leather. He's fucking hotter.
If you’d known there was even the possibility he’d be here to catch you, you’d have worn something a bit less...tragic.
“You also ‘do not require’ a towel.” you sniffed, trying to sound clever and immediately regretting it. An amused smirk flickered at the god’s lips, his eyes narrowing with intrigue.
“Is that so, Agent? Perhaps I should divest myself of it, then.” he purred, careful footsteps edging closer as you shuffled, knees hitting the back of the bench.
“I mean, I meant- I didn’t mean now, I meant... because you can dry yourself...you’re always saying you can just dry yourself...oh-never mind.” you spluttered, throwing the sweatpants back on top of Bucky’s bag.
The small plastic square filled with powder fell to the tiles, landing perfectly beside Loki’s left foot.
The two of you stared at it, eyes rising in tandem. Loki was brimming with mischief, his wide pupils glimmering with interest in the unexpected drama in which he had become immersed.
“And what, pray tell, is that?” he said, tilting his head as you wished the ground would swallow you whole.
“It’s uh...itching powder.” you muttered, pulling at the sleeve of your baggy sweatshirt.
Loki couldn’t be standing more than a foot away. You could feel the heat from his shower-fresh skin wafting across the space between you. Clean, fresh musk hung in the air; like warm pine and wet leaves and sandalwood and bergamot. The scent of him. You'd always assumed it was cologne.
Christ, you thought; feeling your chest tighten under a roll of feral desire. Keep it together.
Trickles ran from his hair to his glistening collarbone, gathering in the hollow. Some made paths over waves of abdominal muscle, soaking into the rich cotton hanging dangerously on his hips. You swallowed, unable to draw your eyes away.
"I was under the impression that on Midgard it is considered rude to stare." Loki hummed, rolling his shoulders back and readjusting the fingers toying with the tuck of the towel. "Is that not so?"
Your eyes snapped upward, lips opening and closing as you searched your empty brain for a sentence that wouldn’t make you sound like a pervert.
"Mmmm..." he murmured thoughtfully, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as he marinated in the awkward silence.
"So, are you going to get that?" The side of his foot nudged at the baggie lying abandoned on the tiles below.
Even his toes are sexy, you thought with an internal whine; noticing your breaths quickening as you lowered on your haunches reaching for the bag. You wobbled, hands flying to the nearest surface to steady yourself.
His thighs.
Oh god, no. You grimaced, feeling Loki rock into your pathetic grip above his knees. “Sorry.” you mumbled, looking up. His pointed chin was cast down to his chest, the symmetry of his face heartbreakingly perfect. You let out a light whimper.
How many times you’d fantasised about kneeling in front of him just like this, worshipping him with aching slowness. You would trap every growl of pleasure from his throat in your memory as you sucked him dry. Relishing every desperate rut of his hips further into your mouth, fingertips sinking into his bare, godly ass.
You could feel wetness sliding in your panties as you bounced weakly on your calves, trying to gain purchase to come back up. They were jelly.
His long thighs bulged against your hands through the towel. Imagine how he can fuck with legs like these, you thought; feeling another tide of arousal seep from your pussy.
The corner of Loki’s mouth twitched, making his cheekbones sharpen in the bright overhead lights as he observed you through half-lidded eyes.
The angle of his jaw highlighted his flawless bone structure as he leant forward, the sharp edges making you dizzy. His patient stare filled your head with absolute filth as you hovered with your mouth level to his crotch, rendered mute.
Drops of water from his dripping locks spattered your upturned face. A solitary drip rolled down the side of your nose, catching on the edge of your upper lip. Without thinking, your tongue flicked out, drawing it in.
“Are you alright, Agent?” Loki murmured with faux concern, enunciating every word as his keen eyes searched your face.
Your thighs began to quiver as you balanced weakly on the balls of your feet.
Loki pursed his lips, his voice as richly seductive as it was in the darkness when your fingers crept between your spread legs, alone in your bed.
“Do you require some...assistance?” he purred knowingly, the slant of his eyebrows making you feel faint.
“Yes.” you said quickly, the solitary word catching in your throat. Loki smirked, his open palm appearing by your shoulder. “All you had to do was ask, darling.”
He raised you slowly as pangs of discomfort shot up your legs. How long had you been down there? It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds, surely, you thought; as his warm breath skated over your lips.
You realised you didn’t want to know.
“Since you are so brazenly flirting with failure in this prank of yours, perhaps it’s time to enlist the professional?” he hummed, his thumb wiping trails of moisture from your temple before resting on your cheekbone.
Loki’s gaze hovered on your lips, his wide fingertip rubbing the angle of your jaw twice, before releasing you. You nodded, dazed.
What the hell is wrong with me, you thought, holding up the baggie of itching powder beneath his sceptical gaze. He pinched it from your grasp, observing it with mild interest.
“Well for one thing, Agent...it’s white. Even a simpleton like Barnes will notice a dusting of suspicious powder adorning his black sweatpants, wouldn’t you agree?”
Your face fell, realising he was right.
“But never fear, darling. Your saviour is here.” Loki winked, shaking the bag as you watched the white powder turn dark. A sly smile spread across your face, mirroring the devilish glint in Loki’s eye.
He nodded, an unspoken understanding as you took the bag and opened it carefully. You spread the waist of Bucky’s sweatpants holding the legs in a tight fist and sprinkling the powder liberally in the crotch.
“Give them a shake.” Loki whispered gleefully, lips stretching in a broad smile as he relished the mischief afoot. You shook the trousers, scraping the sides together to mesh the powder deeper into the thick fabric. “Good girl.” Loki murmured, folding his arms approvingly.
The sound of raised voices echoed in the corridor. “Shit” you gasped, dropping the sweatpants on the floor.
Loki’s hands clasped your shoulders, his broad chest inches from your face as you stared up at him, wide-eyed. His features were set in determination, fair skin and emerald eyes accentuated by wet, slicked back hair. God, he was so fucking hot.
“If you are to evade discovery, drastic action is required.” he grumbled, ushering you to the side as he snapped his fingers. The sweatpants flew neatly folded into the kit bag, contents re-arranging of their own accord.
“Drastic ac-action?” you stammered, wondering what the hell was happening as your shoulders bumped against the tiled wall in the corner of the room.
Loki had manoeuvred you to a tight L shape space, a row of lockers to the side blocking your view of the door.
Panic rose in your stomach, “They’ll see me, Loki, when they come across for the bags...” you hissed, craning around the corner before he pushed you back against the wall.
“I think you’ve had enough opportunity to prove your skills in the art of mischief, pet.” he whispered, his forearm pressed against the wall above you, “And sadly lacking, I’m afraid.”
The mockery was palpable. You grimaced, making Loki chuckle. Fat strands of sodden hair brushed your cheeks as he towered over you, encased by his semi-naked form against the cold wall.
You felt yourself clench, the mess in your panties becoming untenable as he lowered covertly to your ear, lips grazing the skin. You let out a light gasp, a shudder making your knees buckle.
“Just stay quiet.” he murmured, as the voices drew closer. “I have a plan.”
Your eyes hovered on his twitching pectorals, an impossibly firm bicep flexing as he fiddled with the side of the towel. Moisture glistened against the veins protruding against tight skin, endless drips still caressing down the side of his stomach through deep grooves of muscle.
Loki turned, the expanse of his triangular back close enough to bite. Fuck, you thought; as he raised one arm to rest on the side of the lockers, his thick trunk concealing you.
You devoured the sight of his shoulder-blades adjusting, the rear of his arms even more toned than the front. Not a fingernail scratch in sight, you thought with interest, before your eyes flew wide; lips pressed tight to conceal a gasp.
He had dropped the towel.
You stifled a whimper, unbidden delirious laughter building in your belly as you heard the owners of the voices fumble with the door.
“Jesus Christ, Laufeyson...what the hell, man?” Wilson yelled, coupled with a low yowl of surprise from Bucky beside him.
"Is it not enough you’re swingin’ that thing around in those tight leather pants 24/7? Fuck, man...puh-lease.”
You bit your lip hard, the sharp pain settling rising giggles as you flattened against the tiles.
Loki turned to the side, extending his arm to its full length against the wall of lockers. Wilson’s shoes were all you could see of him, the toes shuffling back and forth as he clearly tried to avert his eyes.
“Apologies, gentleman. I wasn’t expecting company.” Loki purred, his ass clenching.
You sucked your lips between your teeth, a silent girlish scream ringing in your brain as blood thundered in your ears. His rear was an absolute monument to marbled masculinity; it was all you could do not to sink to your knees.
Imagine what he looks like from the front, you thought; cupping your mouth with your hands. A silent scream puffing out your cheeks.
“Expecting?! Can you believe this guy? Dude, havin’ your dick out is cool, fine...but don’t stand there like one of your brother’s fangirls in the lobby with their ya-ya’s out, c’mon man; this is a public locker room not an Amsterdam shop-window.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Wilson. This is perfectly normal on Asgard. A little post-workout self-care, if you know what I mean." he said knowingly, a sly twinge in his voice. "Which you just interrupted, actually.”
This was met by a humph of disapproval from the men, low tsks peppering the air as Loki re-adjusted his stance, spreading his legs wider.
Wilson’s hand appeared beyond the lockers, a finger waggling toward the belligerent god.
“Laufeyson. Do not stand there with your schlong in my face and tell me you were about to masturbate in the same room as my stuff. Please. Tell me that is not what I’m hearing right now.”
Loki chuckled, running a hand through his hair as you slid further down the wall; squeezed as far into the corner as you could get.
From this angle, you could see the profile of his cock bobbing adjacent to one muscular thigh, semi-hard. A violent shiver rolled down your spine, brow furrowing with utter, disgraceful need.
Bucky piped up. “Go wack it in the showers like a normal dude. Haven’t you just been in there?” From the direction of his voice, you guessed he was facing the door.
“Whatever gave you the impression I was one of these...‘normal dudes’ of which you speak, Barnes?” the god hummed, leaning seductively against the lockers.
The shoulder closest to your face tightened, his hand shifting across his hips, brushing his growing manhood.
“You got that right.” Wilson spat, the squeak of trainers on the tile signalling the stand-off was over. “You got five minutes. And don’t go near my bag. I’ll know, ass-hole.”
The door slammed shut, raised voices sounding from the hallway growing fainter as silence reigned in the locker room once more.
Loki’s back rose and fell, the scent of his skin hanging in your nostrils like incense. How easy it would be, you thought, just to lean forward and bite him. Right there between his shoulder-blades.
Loki cleared his throat. “I’m going to bend down now, Agent” he murmured, casting a cautious glance over his shoulder at your contorted body pressed feverishly against the wall.
You nodded; eyes glazed. This is a dream, you thought; watching Loki’s long, lean body squat and gracefully scoop his discarded towel from the floor. This isn’t happening. Not really.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures, darling. I’m sure you’d agree.” he purred, rising and spinning on his heels, the loose towel clutched to his groin.
You traced the twin valleys of definition with wandering eyes, on the thin wires of pubic hair creeping beyond the cotton’s reach. The long drape of towel swayed gently between his spread legs; the fist he was using to hold it aloft probably unnecessary.
You took a sharp breath, words forming on your tongue that choked behind your teeth. Loki stepped forward; the fine trail of darkness ghosting his lower stomach becoming a shadow.
The scent of his clean musk was overwhelming, the soaking mess in your underwear sliding against your clit as you squirmed. His bare chest pressed lightly against your sweatshirt, trapping you in the corner under his smouldering stare.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, eyes wide in faux-innocence. “You were desperate... weren’t you, Agent?”
“Yes. Thank you, Loki…” you whispered, not knowing what else to say. He hummed approvingly, stepping back to let you pass.
“Forget you saw anything with the powder” you said hastily, “and I’ll um, do the same. I never saw...anything.”
You waved your hands in front of your eyes for effect, casting them downward as you made your way quickly to the door.
Loki’s velvet chuckle sent shivers down your spine as your fingers gripped the doorknob, his palm sliding around your waist from behind; the other flat against the door; holding it shut.
He wasn’t holding the towel.
Loki pulled you back against his chest, a wall of stomach muscle straightening your spine. You could feel his cock hardening furiously against your ass, rubbing upward as he thrust gently against the soft flesh.
His wetted lips grazed the edge of your jaw, making your head tilt to the side. You exposed your neck with a soft moan as more droplets from his hair rolled against your skin.
“Don’t you dare forget, Agent.” he purred darkly, messy kisses melting into your heated skin.
“We both know that I was not the only one absolutely dripping in this locker room today.”
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Warnings: 18+ themes; Loki thirst
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Loki might have hated Midgardian technology but he was a skilled driver. A very skilled one, you soon realized.
He switched gears like it was nothing, quickly kicking the engine up to fifth without issues. His forearm flexed with the motion while his fingers curled gently around the gear shift.
You couldn't help but stare. There was just something about Loki being so casual, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair messy from the wind, that made it almost impossible not to fall under his spell.
The engine roared when Loki attempted to switch back to fourth gear and accidentally hit third.
"Apologies, milady," he mumbled under his breath and swiftly corrected his mistake.
You stared at the dashboard in front of you, your eyes growing wide in shock.
The engine calmed down quickly and soon it was once again purring like a happy cat. Loki reached out, gently patting the dashboard before he gripped the gear shift again. His arm muscles flexed and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from whimpering.
You'd been so focused on his arms and hands that the deep rumble of his voice hit you full force without any chance to prepare yourself.
"There you go, perfect. See, I knew you could do it." The engine purred as Loki shifted back to fifth gear, smiling proudly to himself. "Yes, just like that. Good girl..."
You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped your mouth. Your thighs squeezed together as a shiver ran down your spine.
Loki glanced over at you, an amused grin spreading on his face. "Hm... You like that, don't you, darling."
It wasn't a question.
You still nodded, looking away in embarrassment. Your eyes locked onto a piece of dust on the dashboard, strictly avoiding Loki's grinning face.
His hand came down to grip your thigh. His long fingers curled around your leg, squeezing deliberately.
You groaned under your breath when his hand shifted higher, brushing against your core through the fabric of your jeans.
Loki's deep chuckle sent shivers down your spine.
"Well, darling... A gas station is coming up. Would you like to go there," he paused, his voice somehow even lower when he continued, "so I can fuck you on Stark's expensive leather seats?"
You could only nod, squeezing your eyes shut when he gently patted your thigh.
"Good girl..."
Your gasp was drowned out by the roaring engine as Loki switched into the other lane. You still caught his grin out of the corner of your eye.
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