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Hello friends! My name’s Aikaterini and I love to create stories/oneshots from my favorite fandoms. I also write original stories with dreams of finding them a cozy spot in a bookstore someday. That dream takes a bit of patience, so for now, I’m super happy to just create my favorite fanfictions.
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▻ Bucky Barnes ♡
▻ Steve Rogers ♡
▻ Loki ♡
▻ Rafe Cameron ♡
▻ August Walker ♡
▻ Vikings: Valhalla ♡
▻ Love Between Fairy ♡
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Beautiful fic. But I also want to tell you one little thing. I know you definitely didn't mean to and didn't even realise. But you described readers nipples as pink when half of the world has them in brown. It violently took me out of the fic n I had to go back up to make sure I didn't miss anything in warnings or tags. But the fic was labelled x fem reader. That's it.
But the description of them being pink was really distracting cuz mine are brown as hell.
This may sound silly, but you don't even have to delete the colour if u don't wanna, or change it, you can just a tag and mention that the nipples will be described as pink or something.
Anyway, much love and thank you for writing fic for free for so many ppl to enjoy ❤️
Thank you luvvv! Reader is me so the nipples stay pinkkkkkk like mine
Heyyy guys 🩷 I’ve been off tumblr for so long, I’m sorry. It’s just hard. I feel as if I have zero inspiration and depth at what I write. Do you have any requests to suggest that might spark my imagination and help me out? Steamy, sweetly decadent and captivating? Oh and, the gift below is for you! 🥰🥰
Hi.🙂 I know you're probably busy with requests again, but can you write a continuation of the Feeling Good smut? I'm painting Ezio (Brotherhood ver.) currently and I need a little *cough* motivation.🤫🤗
Pairing: Ezio x Reader
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: NSFW, cockwarming
Feeling good II | Part One
“You’re taking awfully long.” You commented, sighing as you rested your chin on one of the assassin’s strong shoulders, his skin bare beneath yours. You had a book in your hands, eyes skimming across the familiar pages. “You’d think that you hadn’t, in fact, paid for this information.”
“Forgive me if I’m distracted.” His voice came back strained, shifting slightly in the seat with you on his lap, causing you to tap the back of his head with the book in a warning ‘sit still’, knowing he had done it to slightly thrust his cock into where it was buried in your cunt with how you were sitting on him. The two of you had been sitting like this for what felt like hours by now, testing each other, neither wanting to be the first to give in but it seemed that Ezio’s patience was wearing thinner than yours.
“Well, perhaps you should take a break to clear your head.” You hummed, reaching back to place your book on the desk while your other hand came up to gently untangle any knots in his dark hair that had been let down earlier. “What would you like to do?” He relaxed a little, leaning back into the chair more and wrapping his arms around your bare waist. You fought the urge to press down harder against him, to feel those muscular and scarred thighs under your own. You wouldn’t though, you wanted him to be the one to break.
“I’d take you against a wall if they weren’t all covered in your trinkets.” He let out a low laugh and you frowned.
“Are you calling me a hoarder, Auditore?” Your hand tangled in his hair to keep his head in place as you pulled back, lips teasingly brushing against his, your grip not allowing him to close the distance.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, bellezza.” That charming grin of his cracked your facade, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you leaned in for a messy kiss, feeling how his body tensed up, doing his utmost to stay still.
“Well,” You started, peppering the corner of his mouth to his jaw in kisses, “there’s the bed…” His neck, feeling his head fall back as you loosened your grip in his hair, “we could clear the desk…” The moment you suggested it, his arms removed from your waist and you could hear all the notes and books being pushed to the corner of the desk that met the corner of the walls, all of your little stolen trinkets being pushed with them.
Strong hands grabbed your thighs and you lifted too quickly to mourn the loss of him being inside you, now perched on the edge of the desk as he rose to his feet.
“Eager, aren’t we?” You quipped.
“Your games are cruel, woman.” He shook his head and you loved seeing his hair fall in front of his shoulders with the movement.
“Oh but you love my games, if not then you would not agree to them.” Stunted for an answer, he kissed you instead, tongue making its way past your lips and pressing against your own. You stood to your feet, not breaking the kiss as you did so, hands roaming over his toned chest. “But I like to think I’m fair and patience is rewarded.” Your eyes were lidded as you looked at his which burned with desire. Your hands on his chest pushed him back just enough to give you room to turn around, leaning over the desk and looking over your shoulder at him as you slowly spread your legs apart.
“Never have I met such a tease.” Ezio sighed as he pressed his hips to the softness of your ass, feeling his cock pressing to your skin as his hands kneaded your hips.
“Then it would appear you’ve met your match, Auditore.” You pushed your hips backwards to encourage him, wanting this just as much as he did even if you didn’t quite verbalise that. There was a double entendre to your words that you hoped he would pick up on. You had set yourself on stealing his heart to add to your collection of stolen things. It would be your prized piece.
You let out a soft moan at the feeling of the tip of his cock pressing into you and curled your hands into fists when he thrusted in all of the way, burying your face in your arms at feeling so full of him again. He leaned down over you to brush your hair from your shoulders, pressing kisses across your skin as it was revealed to his eyes. “Don’t test my patience now.” You warned.
“So needy.” He remarked back and before you had the chance to retort, he set up a firm rhythm, your skin meeting in loud slaps and you pushed yourself up onto your forearms as your legs faltered for a moment. Ezio used this chance to reach down with one hand and cup your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple and making you moan at the simple pleasure it provided. He quickly fell into a harsh pace that reflected just how long you had made him wait for this today, the desk beginning to slam against the wall but the two of you cared very little for that. You reached a hand down to rub against your clit but Ezio grabbed your wrist, pinning it back down to the table firmly before letting go, silently telling you to keep it there. His own hand reached under you and you keened when his fingers pressed down against your clit, rubbing in tandem with his thrusts.
“Close… Close…” You panted out, head falling against your arms once more, legs trembling at the release which had been hung over you for hours now.
“Then cum for me.” He groaned out, nipping your shoulder with his teeth as he leaned over you, body pressing yours down, “Come on the cock that you wouldn’t even let yourself move on.” With a hot kiss to the crook of your neck to muffle his own groans, you came around him and, in your high, felt how his hips faltered for a moment before becoming relentless, without rhythm. You fell, boneless, to the desk with a satisfied sigh as hot ropes of his cum painted your back. You were pulled back into his lap, you being more than content enough to curl up into him on the plush chair, both of your hearts hammering as you let your breathing steady out.
“The information isn't going anywhere. We can rest for a while.” You suggested, pressing a lazy kiss to his collarbone, a hand coming up to rest on his shoulder, your thumb caressing his tanned skin.
“In a moment.” His arms held you just slightly closer, “I’ll clean us up first.”
“Such a gentleman.” You teased with a smile, knowing he would be rolling those beautiful eyes at you.
“You never shut up, do you?” He laughed as he picked you up bridal style, intent on setting you on the corner of the bed so that he could wipe you down with a damp cloth.
“You like hearing me.” You boasted as he pushed some of your damp hair away from your face tenderly, not missing how his face utterly softened as he looked at you.
“I do.” The two of you would sleep in your bed until evening when he would need to leave once more but you were certain of one thing by now: he would always be back.
I saw this on my dash and IMMEDIATELY thought of Bee! 😆
If anyone tried to tell her no - “That’s not what my daddy says.”
A new associate at the jeweler's tells the toddler she can't have an expensive necklace. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't know that this toddler is Bucky's Barnes daughter. And she can have anything she wants.
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee.
"I gots monies for my necklace," she says, going on her tiptoes to peer up at Robert. Bee shows him the banded cash in her small hands while moving Mr. Tato under her arm, the stuffed dino upside down next to her now empty purse.
"You don't wants it? I gots more and Papa's card."
She's confused. And a little upset. Bee knows when she hands the people at her favorite toy store her monies, they put bows on her new friends and place them in a pretty pink bag for her. They don't make faces at her and they never refuse to let her look at the items in the displays.
She has the monies so why won't he give her the necklace?
Bee already told him it's for her mommy. He responded with a curt huff that she was too little for such an extravagant necklace but she doesn’t that understand either because her mommy isn't too little.
"I highly doubt you have enough to afford anything in this store. The answer is no." He states with a dismissive wave of his fingers. "Go away."
"But—"
"Go. Away. Come back with an adult."
Bee shoves the money in her purse and balefully scrunches her nose. She might not understand why this man is being so mean but she know her papa will take care of this.
"I gonna gets my Papa. You waits rights here."
"You do that." He scoffs, watching the toddler walk away. His sneer slipping off when she goes right up to the stores' best customer.
The man who spends more in a day than their other VIPs spend in year. The man laughing with the shop owner. The man with affiliations no one is allowed to mention.
His heart slams to his feet when he sees her grab Mr. Barnes hand and point in his direction. And it stops beating, laying cold and lifeless next to his formerly smug attitude when Mr. Barnes picks her up and heads to the counter.
In less than ten strides, he's on the receiving end of a glare from the mobster.
"Did you tell my daughter she couldn't have that necklace?" His tone is dark and sharp, cutting right through the associate.
"Uh, no. Well yes but I may have been too hasty—"
"I tries to gives my monies and he says no," Bee interject, gazing forlornly at diamonds glimmering under the florescent lights. "I needs it for mommy but he says we too wittle and go aways. He's mean Papa."
Anger weaves it's way through the pakhan, growing with every despondent word out of her mouth.
Bucky doesn't expect special treatment, even though he can demand it with a snap of his fingers. He does expect, no he requires, that his girls get treated with the upmost respect and care wherever they go.
Everyone knows that.
Or they should. Robert certainly will when he's done with him.
Bucky doesn't plan on letting him think he's getting away with how he treated his sweet little girl.
Not breaking eye contact, Bucky leans over the counter, a devilish grin crossing his face when the man shrinks back. He has a protective grip on Bee, keeping her against his side. His posture casual even as his expression is anything but calm.
"Obviously he meant that he didn't want your money because he was planning on giving you the necklace. It's a gift for you since you've been so well-behaved in the store." His words come out slowly, carefully, still as sharp as before and Robert flinches when Bucky strums his fingers on the glass. "Isn't that right?"
Robert can barely breathe through the tension thickening the still air, his eyes nervously flickering between the mobster and his boss. The other man has no intentions of getting involved. Only offering up a slight shake of his head, a silent warning not to fuck this up even more.
"Of course sir. I'll get it wrapped up immediately." This is coming out of his paycheck. He knows it, Bucky is going to make sure of it. Damn it. He wishes he had just taken the wad of cash when she first waddled over. He assumed it was play money. Clearly he was wrong. It's an expensive mistake he's going to remember for a long, long time.
"And..." Bucky tacks on with a meaningful glance at the little ballerina in his arms.
Robert paints on a grin, swallowing quickly. "I apologize for being rude earlier Ms. Barnes. It will never happen again."
Oh it won't. Bucky is very sure that it won't.
A chubby cheeked smile lights up her face, blissfully unaware of what's transpiring between the two men, Bee rests her head on Bucky's shoulder. "Tank you!"
As they watch him package the diamond necklace in a thin sheet of wrapping paper, she smiles up at her Papa. "Me and mommy gots you a gift too but it's a secret so I can't tells you."
"Really?" Bucky glances down at her, his eyes warming at the sight of her cheek smushed against his suit. It's clear to everyone watching he'd buy this entire store if she asked. "Does it happen to match this necklace you're getting her?"
"Yes! She says you needs a new watch so we gots you a pwetty one and we puts our names on it." Bee nods, whispering between her fingers. "You gonna be so 'cited Papa."
This girl and her secrets. Bucky laughs under his breath. "I can't wait to be suprised Bumblebee."
Your vampire returns home late at night and demands you sit on his face.
Warnings: MINORS DONT INTERACT, 18+!!!!, nsfw.
“Open those pretty legs and show me my pussy,” he drawled, his voice low and raspy.
The need in his words was clear, and you spread your thighs without hesitation, giving him a complete view of your pussy. You were really wet; you could feel your juices coating your folds and gushing down. Lowering himself between your legs, he gazed at your cunt, his eyes flaming with insatiable hunger.
“Look at that beauty,” he talked against your pussy, breathing air onto your clit, causing you to moan. “I think she wants me to taste it.”
With a kiss on your inner thighs, he grabbed under your legs and expertly shifted your positions. You gasped because he was suddenly lying on his back, with you straddling his stomach. He slapped your round ass, moved you up his chest, and smiled mischievously.
Summary: your boyfriend Augusts gives you a shower ride 😉
Warnings: 18+!!,minors dni, explicit smut, fingering, oral male receiving, p in v sex, cockwarming at the end.
It was a quiet night, the city sounds muffled from your apartment.
Walking on tiptoes, you made your way to your boyfriend’s office. You peeked through the half-opened door, and even though he was deep into his work, August, being the agent he was, seemed to sense your presence. He gave you a soft smile before returning to his laptop.
He remained at his desk, completely absorbed in analyzing the profile for one of his upcoming missions. He had been at it for hours, poring over details and taking work calls with his team. Coffee after coffee, he had barely eaten, and only finished the sandwich you had made for him an hour ago because you insisted.
He looked so dangerously handsome. Sitting so big and towering in his office, making the space seem so small with his broad shoulders and possessive presence. His physique was honed from years of intense physical training and demanding missions.
His eyes, those piercing blue globes were focused on the laptop screen, his long fingers typing away. A few strands of dark hair fell across his forehead. His jaw was tight, chiseled jawline sporting a shadow of stubble along with his mustache.
August still wore his perfectly tailored dark suit though he’d loosened his tie and discarded his blazer. The crisp white dress shirt was undone by a few buttons, revealing a hint of curls on his chest.
“I’m going to have a shower,” you said, hoping to tempt him away from his work. He’d done so much; he needed a break, a rewarding fuck and some well-deserved sleep.
He didn’t look up from his laptop. “Hmm.”
With a soft grimace, you headed to the bathroom and slipped off your clothing. You’d have to work harder on your seductions skills. After taking a shower, you’d try again—maybe slip into some sexy lingerie and surprise him at his desk.
You stepped into the shower and turned on the taps, adjusting the water temperature until it was just right. Standing under the warm spray, you closed your eyes, letting the water soothe your tired muscles. Lost in the relaxing flow, you didn’t hear the door open, nor sense August as he slipped into the shower with you.
And, damn what a sight he was. Fully naked, tall and bunching with muscles. His hands were etched with veins, his stomach flat and chiseled, his thighs thick and powerful. And in between his legs, his rigid cock protruded almost angrily, so hard and long that it reached up to his bellybutton.
Your belly gave a little somersault, your inner goddess satisfied.
You smiled. “You know, you really need to stop sneaking up on me. It’s kind of creepy.”
August chuckled as he closed the shower door and stood behind you. “I’m sorry, love. I was so focused that I barely heard you. By the time I did…”
“You’ve done too much work today. You must take a break.”
He beaned in, his breath warm against your neck. “You are absolutely right.”
He trailed kisses down your neck, his hands traveling over your arms, thighs and your belly before cupping the weight of your breasts. He cradled them in his palms, thumbs toying with your nipples. You leaned back in his chest, taking deep intakes of breath.
“I didn’t give my girl much attention today. I need to make it up to her,” his deep voice rumbled, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Hmn.” You hummed but he turned your head and claimed your lips in a kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, warm and probing as it swirled around yours.
He nudged your legs apart with his knee, and you complied, spreading your thighs. “That’s my good girl.”
A finger teased your pussy lips, rubbing round and round and you couldn’t help but moan against his mouth. He still kissed you, while he gathered with your slickness, toying with your clit. Rubbing, tapping, curling and then penetrating you with a thick finger. He did it over and over again.
Your knees wobbled, and he steadied you with a hand around your waist as you climaxed, mewling and gasping in bliss.
“That’s it,” he drawled, his finger pumping gently in your sensitive walls. “Sweet pussy drenching my fingers.”
“Want you,” you muttered, your head a little fuzzy.
“You have me—”
“Want to suck you.”
“Then suck.”
All you could do was whimper and get to your knees before him. August turned off the taps, and moved away your wet hair from your face. One hand cupped his heavy balls while the other pumped his turgid cock. Your tongue travelled up the length of it, following a rigid vein up to the purple tip. Groaning, he lowered his knees so you could reach him better, his hands running up and down your sides.
“Open.” His command was husky.
You opened your mouth and hollowed your cheeks as he slid down your throat. The head touched the back of your throat and you shallowed hard to stop yourself from gagging. He was too big, but he had trained you to take him deep, as deep as possible. Taking deep breaths from your nose, you cupped the cock that didn’t fit and toyed with his sack.
“That’s it. Get me nice and warm, baby,” he said darkly, his fingers pinching your nipples.
August’s hands fisted in your hair, pulling back the entire length of his dick. You licked a wide stripe up his dick then took it back inside your warm mouth. Making correct eye contact, you worked your tongue, and relished in the sight of your man so deep in pleasure.
With only your mouth around him, you had him under your control. With a surge of arousal, you sucked him in earnest, your hands digging into his flexing hips. Lewd sounds encased the shower until he was so out of his mind with pleasure he had to jerk your head away.
He pushed you to your feet and pressed you against the cool tiles, lifting you against his hard body. Your legs wrapped around him, arms locking around his neck. He lined his cock, you were so slick and ready that he surged upwards in one smooth glide. You shut your eyes at the overwhelming stretch and the fullness of him inside you.
“My perfect pussy.”
“My perfect cock.”
He smiled before pulling your mouth to his.
From there on, you lost track of time. You could only feel his steady pumps and the hard girth of him pounding into you. You could only hear his feral growls as he grabbed your asscheeks and thrust you up and down on him, making you take him deep, deeper still.
You moaned without end, running your fingers down his hair, digging your nails into his back and running tongue over his throat.
His thrusts were in perfect sync, sharp and hitting that sensitive spot inside you.
“Oh, like that.” Your heels dug into his tight ass. “D-Don’t stop.”
August didn’t stop, he kept going in the exact same rhythm, changing nothing.
Sweet death. You came hard around him, blabbering his name, crying out incomprehensible sweet words. He followed right after, tensing balls deep inside you, pumping his load inside you with wild abandon.
“Fucking hell.” He sighed against your breasts. “That was so fucking good.”
“Fucking hell indeed.” You grinned, caressing his nape.
“Want to fuck you all night,” he mumbled, taking your nipple into his mouth.
“I want that, too.”
“I must bathe you first.” Holding onto your thighs and keeping himself deep inside you, he sat back on the marble shower seat.
“We’ll bathe? Like this?” you asked incredulously. “You can’t keep me lodged to your cock, August, seriously—”
August grinned and slapped your bum lightly. “Quiet.”
“Cockwarming lover.”
Bringing one hand to cup the back of your neck, he claimed your lips. You moaned against him, rubbing your nipples against his chest. Unintentionally, your hips moved against him, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone.
“Such a demanding woman,” he drawled against your lips, one corner of his mouth turned up.
“Shut up.”
“Who can’t have enough of my dick now?”
You didn’t manage to answer because he took your breath away with his touches, thrusting and rubbing until the both of you gasped into each other’s mouths and came once again.
Summary: You get drunk and demand kisses and hugs from your boyfriend. He is more than happy to please you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (no mention of y/n)
Warnings: no smut, takes place during tfatws, boyfriend Bucky, emotional security, fluff, kisses.
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The night carried a pleasant breeze, the stars twinkling. You and Bucky sat close together under the dimmed light of a cozy booth at your favorite bar. The hum of laughter and clinking glasses surrounded you. And tonight, you were a little tipsier than usual. You had consumed two of your favorite cocktails— despite your boyfriend’s advice to take it slow. Bucky, unlike you, couldn't get drunk no matter how hard he tried, thanks to his super soldier genes. He had finished the last sips of your drink, attempting to prevent you from feeling sick later on.
Thankfully, you were feeling fine. Only slightly drunk and blissfully happy inside.
With flushed cheeks and a captivating smile, you shifted on your chair and leaned toward him.
"You know, babe," you slurred slightly, "you're like... seriously the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Bucky couldn't help but half-laugh. “I told you, you shouldn’t have ordered that second drink, sweets. You’re drunk.”
“I’m fine.” You hiccuped and hugged his arm. “It’s not my fault you’re superman.”
“Super-soldier,” he corrected with another half laugh.
“Tsk… is the same. You’re my strong, virile man. And I love you!”
He grinned and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.”
You beamed at him, your fingers tracing patterns on his bionic hand. "No, I love you more! Seriously, you're, like, super super cute. I mean, like, cuter than, like, a basket of puppies."
He chuckled at your comparison. “What an adorable declaration of love.”
“You’re adorable.” Your breath ghosted over his lips. “My adorable James. My Bucky.”
He smiled and kissed across your forehead. “Well, that’s debatable. I have the most adorable girl in the world right here with me."
Your cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink. "Can I have a hug? Please? You give the best hugs."
Who was he to deny you? He eagerly wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You melted into his embrace, your head resting on his chest, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. You popped a button and he chuckled and gripped your hands gently.
“No funny business, sweets.”
You pouted. “Want to kiss you. Everywhere.”
He kneaded your hair. “We’re in a bar full of people.”
“Then let’s go home,” you said as your mouth trailed a path of warmth along his unshaven jawline.
“I’m not letting you drink ever again. You get turned into a little kiss monster.”
You giggled. “Your kiss monster.”
“Mine. Always.” He hummed, his voice a warm murmur.
“Take me home, sarge.”
“Home it is, my sweet.”
After taking care of the bill, he held you up, his arms wounding around you to steady you. You still felt a little tipsy but you were also so happy and warm, holding him close, inhaling his fresh masculine scent. Holding you protectively against him, he led the way to the apartment you shared.
As they walked, he glanced at her. “Why did you drink so much, sweets? You dislike it.”
You sighed and clutched his arm. “I’m just sad you’re going on another mission. I don’t want you to be hurt. I meant to have one drink but… I lost control a bit, I guess.”
Bucky stopped and cupped your flushed face. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be fine. You know I’ve got this.”
“So what if you’re good at it? Does that mean you have to risk your life without concerns?” Tears welled up in your eyes. “What if something happens to you?”
Exhaling, he drew you into a tight embrace. “I’ll be careful, I promise. You know I’ll always come back to you.”
You nestled into his arms, suppressing a sob. “I just hate seeing you go into danger again.”
“I know, sweetheart. But it’s what I do. And I do it to protect people like you, people I care about,” he said, pressing gentle kisses on your moist cheeks. “Don’t cry. I’ll be counting the minutes until I can come back to you.”
“Promise?” You gazed up at him, searching his ocean eyes for reassurance.
“I promise.”
“My Bucky,” you said, caressing his face. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.
He held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Love you too, more than words can express, sweets.”
With his arms wrapped around you, you stayed there for a while, holding each other, kissing lazily. His lips brushed against yours repeatedly, his tongue coaxing your mouth apart and slipping inside. He consumed you, with his touches and his warmth, until there was nothing left but his warm gentle touches and the assurance that everything would be alright.
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Summary: Loki and you spend time in your apartment in New York. You want to watch a move but Loki has other ideas.
Warnings: minors don’t interact, explicit sexual content, oral(fem receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, just shameless smut pals.
It was a well known fact that your husband wasn’t fond of Earth and its occupants. But since you were from Earth, Loki had no choice but to take you there whenever you desired.
Yes, Loki was your husband. Striking and shocking as it was, the infamous yet powerful Norse God was yours.
At first you were so afraid of him. The two of you had met during his chaotic time in New York, amidst aliens and destruction. Your meeting was wild and crazy, and Loki saw you as his enemy. You worked for Stark Industries and tried to stop Loki from destroying the world with the Avengers. Your attempt was pretty pathetic but you had to give it a shot. You couldn't just let someone trash your home without at least trying to intervene.
In the chaos of battle, you got hit by a bullet in the shoulder. Loki could have easily left you, but he didn’t. He took you to Asgard and treated your injuries with their advanced magic and healing concoctions. In a matter of days you were completely healed. All thanks to him. He’d saved you, and that’s when you started seeing parts of him that no one else could.
Loki was a never-ending puzzle, with so many tiny pieces that it seemed impossible to ever see the whole picture. But if there was one thing you had learned about him was his deep craving for affection and care. Beneath the stoic, cold exterior of this God, hid a child seeking love.
You and Loki dated for a year before he insisted on getting married. He was pretty adamant about it, especially after clearing his name and claiming his rightful spot on the throne of Asgard. As the first son, it was his duty, and Thor was more than happy to be the captain of the Asgardian soldiers and play peacemaker with Earth.
So now, you were Queen too. You had responsibilities and daily tasks that sometimes gave you headaches. You were never lonely and Loki always took care of you. But your husband was King, born and bred for the role, when you were just a human who had only ever imagined living in a tiny New York apartment, not glittering kingdoms and palaces.
When you asked Loki for a vacation back home, he agreed. He took you to New York, where you stayed in your old apartment. Loki had bought and completely renovated it. Now, it was an adorable small place with comfy and elegant furniture, a perfect escape from your royal duties.
That night, you chose to stay in and watch a movie while munching on snacks until you were full.
No duties, no attendants or royal meetings.
Just you and your husband.
You had already stocked up on all kinds of chips, chocolate and candy. Loki had just emerged from the shower, wearing a half-open green robe that showed off his muscular chest, still flushed from the heat. He looked even taller and more imposing in your small apartment, his wet raven hair dripping water.
To distract yourself from your lusty thoughts, you went to the living room and lit a candle. You snuggled into the couch, and that’s when Loki strolled in, his musky scent filling the air. He sat down beside you and handed you a glass of wine. Your glasses clinked and you took a few sips of wine and smiled at him, enjoying the rich, fruity taste.
“Good?” He asked.
You grinned. “You have excellent taste.”
“Are you happy?” Loki asked. As much as he grumbled about Midgard, he knew how much you missed your old life. He spoiled you as often as he could.
“Very. Thank you, honey. You are quite possibly the best husband in the whole universe.”
He bent to kiss your neck. “Quite possibly? My dear, I am unequivocally the best. And I can prove it to you.”
You moaned as his lips trailed your neck, dragging your neckline aside to kiss your collarbones. “Loki no.”
“Why not?” He looked up at you like a child who’d been refused his favorite toy.
“You promised we’d watch a movie tonight.”
"I desire to ravish you instead."
You half-laughed. “You ravish me daily.”
“And it appears I am never satisfied. So I crave more.”
“You know, sometimes it’s hard keeping up with your libido,” you muttered as he cupped your breasts over your T-shirt and traced your nipples. “Loki, wait—”
He grumbled and drew back. “You are one merciless woman.”
You kissed his cheek. “I’d like to watch a movie with you. It’s been my dream, being with my boyfriend—”
“Husband,” he corrected.
“Yes, being with my husband and watching a late night movie while eating snacks.”
“I shall indulge you, my wife,” he said, tucking his robe closed and trying to hide his raging erection. He flashed a smile, his white teeth gleaming, and added, “And then,I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
You blushed. Loki often said things like that, completely shameless. “You debauched God,” you muttered.
He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “A pleasure, darling.”
Sprawling his long legs, Loki tucked you in his arms, a soft blanket draped over you. You craddled a bowl of chips, snacks, and candy in one arm and the TV remote in the other, browsing movies on Netflix.
“This place is nice, even pretty,” Loki mused as he looked around the renovated apartment. He hadn’t really taken the time to appreciate it before.
“Pretty, huh? I remember you calling it a ‘pathetic hovel’ last time,” you teased, glancing up at him.
“Well… that was a long time ago.”
“So, what do you want to watch tonight?”
He sighed. “Well, if we’re going to waste time with Midgardian entertainment, it might as well be brief.”
“Brief? I guess a movie then.”
“Yes.” He raised an eyebrow. “I have to debauch you after that, remember?”
You nudged him lightly with your elbow. “You know, I think you’re secretly ashamed to enjoy a little human entertainment.”
“No. I’m simply eager to fuck you. That’s one thing I will never lie about.”
“What a rake you are.”
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “If I must suffer through this, let’s get over with it. Please.”
As it turned out, the movie held Loki’s interest for twenty minutes before he started being mischievous.
Honestly, you expected him to start sooner.
He took a chip and pretended to accidentally drop it in your lap. Then, acting all innocent, he “accidentally” tried to catch it, slipping his hand between your thighs. His fingers brushed against your clothed pussy, but retreated when you sent him a firm look.
Loki resumed watching the movie.
A while later, he cuddled you close and “accidentally” dropped a piece of popcorn down your shirt, between your breasts. You barely held back your grin at his ministrations. He retrieved it and you stopped his groping with a gentle slap of your hand.
“You know,” you started, “for the god of mischief, your way of distracting me is pretty lame.”
He smiled and undeterred, opened his robe. “I’m hot.”
Your eyes strayed from the TV screen because good Gods, he’d opened his robe completely, giving you a good view of his glorious cock. Thick, long and fat, it stood at attention. It throbbed, thick veins running from the head to the base. You bit your lips at the bead of moisture at the head. Loki had a magnificent chiseled body, and his cock was like rest of him, Godly. Devine. Perfect.
You rubbed your thighs together, trying to ignore the emptiness inside you. Damn him for using your weakness against you. His green eyes glowed in the dim light, filled with a hunger that promised to have you mewling and begging for his touch.
“Shouldn’t you be watching the movie?” Loki asked, his voice a husky whisper. His cock throbbed from between your bodies, begging for your touch.
You dragged your eyes from his cock and up to his face. “This is not fair.”
“God of mischief.”
In a swift move, he shifted, pushing you against the couch with his body between your legs. You gasped at the feel of him against you. Warm, hard and scented with masculine musk, your husband was irresistible. The movie played in the background, but went completely unnoticed.
He caught your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth. “It’s time for me to have a taste of my Queen. I want my sweet human crying out, her pretty pink pussy clenching around me.”
“Hmm… yes…” you said in between wet kisses. “More, please… Loki…”
With a satisfied hum, he worked on removing your clothes, tugging at your pajamas and almost tearing your underwear. He tossed away both of your clothes away as if they offended him until there was nothing left but your smooth skin exposed to his eyes. Grasping under your knees, he steered them wide apart, and enjoyed the view. Creamy thighs and in between was the most pretty, pink puffy cunt begging for his attention.
“Look at that,” he drawled, his finger running up and down your drenched slit. “I could scent your desire all this time, my naughty little Queen.”
You opened your mouth to speak but moaned when one thick finger pressed inside. He gathered your wetness and pumped slowly, in and out, in and out, while watching you intently. You squirmed, seeking more, but he kept you still. A second finger entered, curling and rubbing that sensitive spot. You fell back, your toes curling. Licking his lips, Loki added a third, stretching you wide for him while his thumb teased your clit.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, watching at where your cunt squeezed his fingers. “So beautiful.”
“Husband, please.” You gripped his forearms. “Want them faster.”
Loki grinned and obliged, thrusting his fingers in a come hither motion. You rocked against them, panting and whining from overload. He kept his other hand on your inner thigh, keeping you open for him. Thrusting, stroking and playing with you, you came in a matter of seconds. Stars flashed in your vision. You were delirious, floating in clouds of bliss.
Loki retreated from your pussy, licking his fingers that were all wet from your juices. Then growing low, he descended upon your mound, his teeth nibbling at the fat pussy lips before flicking his tongue around your clit. Oversensitive, you tried to stop him but couldn’t. Body taut, you threaded your hands through his wet hair, grinding your pussy against his face.
A few more shameless licks and you cried out, shaking, coming apart with long-drawn moans. Loki didn’t stop teasing you, he fucked you with his fingers, moving up to devour your nipples, sucking the buds deep into his warm mouth.
“My pretty Queen possesses the sweetest taste. Can’t have enough of you.”
He claimed your mouth and you moaned at the taste of your essence on his tongue. Your hands traveled along his strong body, caressing his broad shoulders before traveling low to cup his cock. You pumped him, traced the veins and rubbed the leaky head. Loki hummed, pleased as he licked into your mouth.
Pinning your hands above your head, he grabbed his fat cock and slapped it on your pussy lips. He was heavy and hot. You watched as he rubbed the pulsing shaft until it was coated in your juices, teasing you by thrusting the cockhead inside your little slit before drawing back. With a whine, you canted your hips, begging him in a series of whines and murmurs.
He indulged you and finally surged forward, watching as your small opening was forced open by his dick. You both moaned at the sensations and once he was seated to the hilt you needed a few moments to adjust to the invasion. He was big, bigger than a human in every way. You always needed some moments to get used to the incredible fullness and stretch.
Even so, you always fit perfectly together.
“Good?” he asked, breathless and aroused.
“Okay, you can move now.”
Nodding, he pulled back, his veined length frothing with your slick before slamming back in. Having him inside you felt glorious. He did it again, his eyes fixed on your pretty cunt; he drew back till all his cock was out, then pushed deep, until his swollen balls squeezed against your ass.
“Loki,” you whined, not caring how desperate you sounded, “want to touch you.”
He freed your hands and you immediately traced his strong body, trailing your fingers down his neck, chest, nipples and firm ass while he pounded inside you, claiming your very soul. Clutching your waist, he went faster, his mouth devouring your nipples while you clung to his shoulders for dear life and rode higher and higher.
Your orgasm hit you hard and fast and you shut your eyes tightly at how intense it was. Loki followed right after you, delving to the hilt and shooting ropes of warm cum inside you. You felt his release, every pump that flooded your pussy and overflowed, dripping down your the crack of your ass.
With a rumble of satisfaction, he set you to lay on your side, cuddling you from behind, his still hard shaft still within you. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, then suckled your nipples and cupped your breasts in his hands. You relaxed into him, your body lax and spent.
“We should watch the rest of the movie now,” he said in an absolutely serious tone.
You half-laughed. “We missed most of it.”
He kissed your head with a grin. “We can watch it again.”
“Oh, now you don’t mind?”
“I think I’m going to relish watching as many movies as you want, darling.”
To prove his point, he gave a shallow thrust—he was still hard and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“That sounds like a threat, husband,” you moaned when he draped your leg over his thigh. “Loki—”
He rubbed the place where you were joined. “I want to play with my Queen’s pussy while we watch the movie.”
You wiggled but he kept you lodged to him. “Loki this is too much.”
He silenced you with a kiss and drew tight circles over your clit. You felt warm magic permeating your pussy and knew that he was healing you. You no longer felt so oversensitive and the stretch of his cock was pleasing, welcoming.
“There,” he dragged his tongue across your neck. “I always take care of my wife.” He kissed your forehead and added, “Now put the movie from the start.”
“Lo—” you didn’t manage to let out another word and whined when he leaned down to kiss around your flushed nipples.
“Loki—”
“The movie, darling,” he said and gently thrust his cock, reminding you that he remained rock hard inside you.
Loki moved from behind you, his hands, mouth and delicious length of him inside you teasing you to another orgasm. True to his word, he ended up fucking you until the credits rolled and you had no strength to do anything else but melt sweetly into his arms and enjoy his ministrations.
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