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@fuckyeahdarcylewis smutweek day two, under the cut because a nsfw gif

(day one: a tall handsome man)

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Loki swallowed thickly, eyes fixed between Darcy’s legs. She grinned, small hand stroking slowly over the dildo she had harnessed there. Brightly coloured and silicon skinned, it certainly drew the eye.

We should you have some fun, Darcy had teased earlier, Loki’s come dribbling from the corner of her mouth as she rolled his balls between her fingers, then stroked back to play with his ass. Loki had flushed and smirked, and hadn’t argued in the least despite that Darcy knew that at least in the myths that named Loki a god, a man bottoming was seen as something between sinful and shameful.

But then, Loki had never been much for doing what others thought he should. And Darcy was fairly certain from her conversations with Thor that the myths – had got a lot wrong, or maybe been mistranslated. A thousand year long game of telephone that shifted Hela from Loki’s sister to his daughter, and who knew what other inconsistencies.

So maybe it wasn’t as sinful as the stories said. So long as Loki was willing – well. Darcy squirted some more lube over her toy.

There was nothing wrong with a little bit of fun.

a tall handsome man

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“Ooops,” Darcy said, but didn’t back away, didn’t even look away because – yeah. That was – yeah. In her mind Loki was usually filed under “pale assed annoyance” although depending on her mood – and his – he was sometimes upgraded to “dangerous asshole” or “unmitigated fuckstain”. Caught out like this though – flushed and sweating, hand wrist deep in his trousers – well. Darcy had never claimed to be the most common-sensical woman in the world. “Need a hand with that?” is what tumbled out of her mouth next, and the red-faced expression of shame on Loki’s face instantly turned into something much more predatory.

Fuck, Darcy had time to think, and then Loki was stalking towards her in a way that made her feel distinctly like a deer caught in the headlights of and oncoming truck. No – not deer – deer did damage to the cars that encountered them on dark roads. Rabbit maybe? Raccoon? She didn’t have long to contemplate, because then Loki’s mouth – cool and minty – was pressed to hers and despite that his teeth were as flat and human as hers, Darcy couldn’t help but feel flayed open just from that, as if her lips and tongue were bleeding, savaged. She did her best to kiss back just as hungrily in turn, because dangerous he might be, definitely an irritant at times, but Loki was still one of the tastiest things she’d ever seen.

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a tall handsome man

“Ooops,” Darcy said, but didn’t back away, didn’t even look away because – yeah. That was – yeah. In her mind Loki was usually filed under “pale assed annoyance” although depending on her mood – and his – he was sometimes upgraded to “dangerous asshole” or “unmitigated fuckstain”. Caught out like this though – flushed and sweating, hand wrist deep in his trousers – well. Darcy had never claimed to be the most common-sensical woman in the world. “Need a hand with that?” is what tumbled out of her mouth next, and the red-faced expression of shame on Loki’s face instantly turned into something much more predatory.

Fuck, Darcy had time to think, and then Loki was stalking towards her in a way that made her feel distinctly like a deer caught in the headlights of and oncoming truck. No – not deer – deer did damage to the cars that encountered them on dark roads. Rabbit maybe? Raccoon? She didn’t have long to contemplate, because then Loki’s mouth – cool and minty – was pressed to hers and despite that his teeth were as flat and human as hers, Darcy couldn’t help but feel flayed open just from that, as if her lips and tongue were bleeding, savaged. She did her best to kiss back just as hungrily in turn, because dangerous he might be, definitely an irritant at times, but Loki was still one of the tastiest things she’d ever seen.

Gathering up the scattered remnants of her bravery, Darcy fumbled open Loki’s fly and wound her hand around his cock. He was hard and leaking, though not as fever-hot as any man she’d been with before. A distant thought considered whether Thor also ran cool, then dissolved as Loki returned the favour, one of his hands slithering under her shirt to fondle her breast, the other squeezing her bottom and pulling her close. Their legs slotted together, and Darcy pushed her hand down to squeeze the base of Loki’s cock, then cup his balls. Loki squeaked, and Darcy’s grin acquired a shade of Loki’s own predatory flare.