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AMAZING

Hitching a Ride

A/N: I hope you enjoy this instalment from Artist Steve and Engineer Bucky.

Next up, when Steve met Reader for the first time

This work is Explicit and not suitable for minors

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There were many great things about dating Steve. As a talented artist he got invited to some of the best parties, could get on the waiting list for classy restaurants. As a man he knew how to take you apart piece by piece and then put you back together again.

The worst thing about dating Steve was when he had out of town gallery showings. This would lead him to be gone from anywhere between 1-3 weeks depending on where he was going and the size of the exhibition.

But this showing was by far the worst- he was going to England of all places and would be gone two months! Two whole, fucking months! Or rather no-fucking months.

You’d tried to negotiate some time off so you could go and join him for a bit, but the best your boss could do was 4 days, and with the flight time and the jet lag Steve told you to leave it and you’d make do other ways.

So you’d been calling and sexting and masturbating so much you’d decided that you needed rechargeable toys because of the number of batteries you were getting through, and it had only been two weeks.

That morning as you’d dragged yourself out of bed, knocking a run-down vibrator off on to the floor, Steve had sent you a text.

Stevie: Hey my Calliope, head to mine tonight, I’ve organised a delivery for you.

Xoxoxoxo

Well, that was intriguing. It isn’t like he doesn’t know your address, why didn’t he have whatever it is delivered directly to you?

You’d have mused further, but you needed to get to work, and hoped you’d be busy enough to keep your mind from wandering too much.

It was almost 7pm by the time you made it to Steve’s loft. He’d given you a key a while back and you’d promised to water the plants and air the place whilst he was away, so you let yourself in.

You walked in to sound of music playing on the stereo and the smells of cooking.

What the fuck? Was someone squatting at Steve’s?

You pulled you pepper spray from your bag and held it at the ready and you turned from the small corridor into the main open plan area.

“Fuck! Bucky! What are you doing here?”

“I’m your delivery man, darlin’. Stevie boy asked me to deliver a gift to you and also give you some company for a bit. That alright with you?”

“Absolutely!”

You gave him a big hug and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“What you cooking?”

“Steak and french fries.”

“Yum. Now, where’s my present?”

You made grabby hands at him and he lightly smacked you with a wooden spoon.

“After dinner. You are definitely trouble. No wonder Steve’s always having to spank you. Loved the latest photos by the way. Very stimulating!”

He waggled his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes in response.

“Perv!”

“No, I’m a kettle and you’re a pot.”

Bucky was great fun, and it was nice to have this time to connect with him without Steve here, as he inevitably became the centre of attention. He kept you entertained over dinner, telling you stories from his and Steve’s childhood.

“No-one else could believe it when we came back for senior year and he’d grown a foot over the summer. They weren’t so quick to try and beat on him then. Although to be fair, he always gave it back harder before then anyway.”

You laughed at his story and he showed you some old pictures that he had uploaded to his phone, back when they were ‘Lady-killer’ and ‘Shrimp’. Tbh, even when he was short and skinny, there was definately ‘something’ about Steve. You’d like to hope you would have given him the time of day back then.

You helped Bucky clear away, insisting you do the washing up as he’d cooked and that would only be fair.

“Okay darlin’, your gift from Stevie is in the bedroom, but I gotta just sort a few things out, then you can come in.”

“Colour me intrigued!”

“Just sit and relax, sweet thing.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, so you sank down into the comfortable sofa and pulled your phone out to message Steve.

Calliope: Had a lovely dinner with Bucky.

He told me all the stories of Shrimpy Steve.

You were still super cute :*

He sorting out my gift now, can’t wait to see it.

Normally, when you texted Steve he would message right back, but then you realised the time difference- it was the middle of the night over in England, so it wasn’t surprising.

You turned as you heard Bucky’s footsteps .

“All ready for you darlin’!”

You grabbed hold of Bucky’s arm and pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then, with barely restrained enthusiasm, almost skipped to Steve’s bedroom.

The lighting was dim, only the two side lamps on to provide illumination. For a moment you didn’t see it, but as you moved into the room, the light bounced off of an unfamiliar object.

Black leather, like a saddle on top of a small box. You gasped as you saw the dildo arching up off the saddle.

Spinning on your heel to look at Bucky you saw the laptop perched on the chest of drawers, Steve’s smiling face looking at you from the screen.

“Hey, my Cali. Do you like it baby?”

“You really bought me a Sybian? You thought I’d be that sex starved?”

“Yes, I thought you would be craving, but no, I didn’t buy it. I asked Bucky to make it.”

Your head snapped around and caught the big grin on Bucky’s face. He sauntered across the room until he was in the frame with you.

“Tell her the best bit, punk.”

And you were amazed to see a flush form up your, normally dominant,boyfriends throat and across his cheeks. His hand rubbed the back of his neck, a clear sign of his embarrassment.

“Well, erm, sweetheart. If you go have a real good look and maybe a feel…erm…”

“What this idiot is trying to say, darlin’, is that it’s modelled on him. Cos he thought you’d really be missing him.”

He moved closer to you, sliding an arm around your waist, pulling you close and flashing his grin between you and his friend on the screen.

“And I’ll tell you, I had great fun getting that mould sorted!” He waggled his eyebrows and you giggled. You wrapped your arms around him, giving him another kiss to the cheek.

“Thank you, Bucky. I’m sure it was an absolute chore making this.”

Steve chuckled over the internet connection, embarrassment now gone.

“So, my muse, you going to try it out and show us how much you like it?”

It was your turn to flush now. But Bucky pulled you in tight, nuzzling at your neck.

“Don’t be shy darlin’. Stevie really wants to see you. And if you’ll allow it, I’d like to see to, you know, just to make sure it really…satisfies.”

Your heart was racing and you could feel the dampness in your panties. Your thighs pressed together instinctually and a small moan escaped your lips.

“Can Bucky stay, sweetheart?”

“Yes…” The confirmation left your mouth like a sigh.

Bucky’s hands moved from where they were linked around your waist to grasp the hem of your top. He started to pull it up over your head and you let him.

“Just gonna help you get ready. You tell me when to stop, okay.”

You nodded, words failing you now the fog of need was covering you.

He popped the button on your jeans, sliding them down your thighs, and you shimmied to help their descent, kicking them off with your pumps so you were clad just in your underwear. Your head was swirling.

“Steve….”

“Yeah, Cali?”

“Would you mind if I kissed Bucky?”

You felt the smile against your skin as you saw an echoing one split the computer screen.

“Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart. You know Buck and I have no secrets.”

You smiled in response before turning in Bucky’s arms to face him.

“Help warm me up, Bucky?”

“Anything you want, darlin’.”

His lips moved over yours, soft and plump, his stubble scratching your cheek.

His large, calloused hands rested on your hips, thumbs toying with the waistband of your panties, letting you lead this. Your hands reached up behind you, to unclasp and discard your bra, before you grabbed Bucky’s tattooed left arm and pushed his hand under the flimsy fabric and towards your core.

“That’s it, Cali, let Buck make you feel good and get you ready.”

You moaned into Bucky’s sinful mouth as his fingers slid into your wetness, toying with your clit briefly before he plunged two of his thick digits into you. Your head fell back and you gripped his biceps, sure you would have fallen if it weren’t for his right arm still around your waist.

“She’s so wet Stevie, I bet she can’t wait to ride your cock.”

You could make out Steve’s slightly ragged breathing, and you knew he was already fully aroused from watching you.

“More, Bucky, please…” The needy whine fell unbidden from your throat. He chuckled and added a third finger, stretching you wide, the squelching noises obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room.

You turned his head back to you, kissing him aggressively and he let out a small growl.

Your hand travelled down to the fastening of his jeans, flicking the button open, and sliding down the zipper. His cock, still encased in the fabric of his boxers, almost lurched into your hand. You’d seen it before, but never felt it, and now you desperately wanted to.

“Bucky, can I touch you?”

“Sure, sweet thing.”

Your hand slipped behind the soft cotton and took hold of his length. He devoured your mouth as you swiped your thumb over the broad head, smearing the pre-cum you found there.

A loud groan rang out and the pair of you turned to look at Steve.

“You two are killin’ me!”

He fumbled with the camera at his end, angling it down to show you his own cock, hard, flushed and weeping, one of his hands tight around the base.

“I wanna see you riding your present, Cali.”

You nodded, almost dumbly, reluctantly letting go of Bucky and whimpering when he pulled his fingers from you. But when he brought those fingers to his mouth and cleaned your essence from them you thought you were going to collapse.

“Come on darlin’, time for the main event. See if I’ve got this thing right for you.”

He gently steered you the couple of steps back over towards the black leather sybian. You sank down onto the seat, behind the phallus, uncaring that your juices were smearing all over the smooth surface. Your finger wrapped around the copy of Steve’s cock, almost on instinct, and you registered the familiar shape, the flare of the head, and the way Bucky had replicated the thick vein that ran down the underside.

Bucky himself knelt down behind you, one hand settled on your hip and his head on your shoulder, peering over as you explored his work. With his other hand he retrieved a bottle of lube from his jeans pocket, popped the cap and drizzled some over the top of the fake cock. You spread it around without a word, and when you felt his hand tighten on you, you rose up, shifting forward, and started to fuck yourself onto it.

Little gasps left you as you worked yourself down, familiar and unfamiliar sensations warring within you. Those gasps turned to a satisfied sigh as you fully seated yourself, feeling full and stretched.

The saddle itself had a small textured area just in front of the dildo, and as you shifted it rubbed against your clit where the little!nub stood proud from its hood.

“How’s it feel sweetheart? Did Buck do a good job?”

“So good Stevie. I miss you so much.”

You felt a kiss to your shoulder before Bucky’s voice was rumbling in your ear.

“Ready for it to feel even better?”

You didn’t even get the chance to answer before he leant around you to press at a button on the side.

Another involuntary moan of pleasure escaped you as the dildo part started to move inside you, pressing against your g-spot before moving away and then back again.

With both hands on your hips now, your boyfriend’s best friend encouraged you to ride the machine, up and down, as the facsimile of Steve’s dick pressed against the insides of you in the best way. Your hands gripped the edges of the saddle to give yourself more leverage.

You lost yourself to the sensations, Bucky’s warm chest against your back, his hands guiding you, and, for all intents and purposes, Steve’s dick inside you. You could hear your boyfriends mumbles praises but couldn’t focus on them. You didn’t even really notice when one of Bucky’s hands left you, until you heard a small click and you were wailing as the saddle started to vibrate between your legs.

“Oh fuck!!” Your clit was now front and centre in your thoughts as it was stimulated. Your weren’t riding the sybian now, more like grinding on it, and the movement inside you increased with a turn of a dial.

You babbled incoherently, and pulled the hand from your hip up to cup your breast. Bucky kissed your neck and jaw whilst rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“You okay if I get myself off as well, darlin’?”

You nodded as best you could, as Bucky’s free hand snuck into his pants and he started to jerk off behind you.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and cries and gasps as you, Bucky, and Steve all the way over in England, worked yourselves towards your releases.

“Fuck, Cali, can’t wait to see you riding that in the flesh. Love watching you bounce on it. So glad Bucky’s there to help you feel good. Would be a crime to leave that pussy wanting. Need you to come for me. Need to see how Bucky and I make you feel.”

Bucky’s hand left your breast for a moment and he must have increased one of the settings because the vibrations intensified. The stimulation to your clit and your g-spot was making you go fuzzy, you could feel tears rolling down your face at how good it was, and then suddenly you were screaming, your vision whiting out, as you bucked and writhed on the sex toy beneath you.

You heard Bucky’s own cry in your ear as his cum splattered up your back and across your ass cheeks, and then Steve let out an answering groan from the screen.

You felt yourself being bent forward as Bucky reached to turn the sybian off.

“Stay their a moment darlin’, Stevie boy ain’t the only one who can take a good picture.”

You heard the snick of his camera phone as he took a picture of his spend marking your skin, before he got up and grabbed a washcloth from Steve’s bathroom.

He cleaned you up, lifted you up onto Steve’s bed, then grabbed a t-shirt from the drawer and pulled it over your head.

You lay, sleepy and sated, smiling to yourself, as Bucky brought the laptop over to sit on the bedside table.

Steve smiled at you through the screen.

“Miss you sweetheart, can’t wait to be home and holding you.”

A chiding voice broke in.

“Hey, what about me, punk! Don’t you miss me too?”

Steve laughed.

“‘Course I miss you, you jerk. Now, I gotta go because it is stupid o’clock here. Sleep well you two. Love you both.”

The screen went blank and you sighed.

“Want me to go or stay, sweet thing?”

“Please stay Bucky, I don’t want to be alone.”

He didn’t say anything, just shucked his jeans and climbed in behind you, wrapping his arm across your waist and pulling you tight against him.

You relaxed into his embrace and soon drifted off to sleep.

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“I say that with the utmost love and respect, my darling, but – you look like a little mountain goat that’s fallen into a pot of paint.”

Well as long as you mean it with the utmost love and respect

Loki’s tender smile, brimming with so much love and adoration beneath the spark of mischief as he takes you in, swats the crippling self-doubt away

That is so cute, omg

“Maybe we should change the task at hand, then.”

Yes, I couldn’t agree more

“Everything is sexy when you wear it. I’m going to make it comfortable. And I’m going to make you feel good while I’m at it.”

I… yes

“You’re anything but decent, darling. I know every single filthy thought occupying your mind right now.”

And they’re all of you, my prince

“All my life, I wanted to be someone else. I never thought I would find someone who thinks it’s a good thing to be me, even if it’s a costume for one night. But you make me feel…worthy.”

WELL NOW I AM CRYING, THIS IS SO SWEET

All in all, very well done and amazingly well written, I love this and I love you and I love Loki.

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This might be the most sensual smut I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Loki x female reader (established relationship)    

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | When your attempt to dress up as Loki for one of Tony’s costume parties fails miserably, the trickster has his own idea of helping you fix the costume crisis…and things get heated.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | smut, fluff, romance

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5 k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU’RE 18+ YEARS OLD!), unprotected sex (please be safe in real life and wear a condom!), oral (f receiving), blindfolds (but in a very soft way)

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 | I’ve fused several requests for this one because they just fit so perfectly: two requests (by @morphoportis here and @zemosimp05 here) about reader dressing up as Loki and one Sinday Celebration request with the prompt “Get back down here, we’re not done yet”; requested by @dumbhead1 .

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𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝   🖤

Your eyes narrow critically as you give yourself a once-over in the mirror mounted to the wall beside your bed, eyeing your costume with a mix of disappointment and raw panic as the sun is already dipping below the skyline in front of the window, indicating the party is soon to start while you still look like this, when a knock sounds on your door.

“Come in!��, you call out, turning just in time as the door to your bedroom swings open and Loki steps inside, already opening his mouth to say something – but the words die on his tongue, making room for a gaping expression as he takes you in, stunning blue eyes travelling over every scrap of leather, ever piece of dark green fabric and bit of gold wrapped around your body, until they settle on the horns adorning your head, eyes wide as if he were trying to contemplate what he’s seeing.

The fabric of your green cape swishes around your ankles as you stretch out your arms in Loki’s signature movement and announce, “Ta-da!”

“That’s…wow.”

The smile slips from your face as you wait for another reaction from your boyfriend, who’s still frozen in shock at the sight of you being dressed up as him.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” you say carefully, before you add, “Pun intended.”

“Is this your outfit for Stark’s costume party tonight?”, Loki inquires carefully, tilting his head as he continues to let his gaze roam over your form, his expression turning critical.

“I lost a bet with Nat,” you sigh. “Dressing up as you was her idea.”

“Well, it’s…” Loki trails off, obviously speechless for once.

“A dumb idea?”, you propose, but he’s quick to shake his head while he takes a few steps towards you. He’s clad in his Asgardian attire himself, his own cape whispering over the polished tiles of your bedroom floor with every step, his golden horns glinting in the light of your nightstand lamp.

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