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We Couldn’t Stop

Title: We Couldn’t Stop Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers 

Summary:  During a sweep of a forgotten HYDRA lab, you, Steve, and Bucky trigger an old aerosol dispersal system. No one realizes what hit you until it’s too late. Now stuck in quarantine- burning, aching, and caged in with two dominant, unraveling super soldiers- you’re forced to ride out the drug’s effects together.

Word Count:  7k

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Sex Pollen / Drugged Lust, Threesome MFM, Dubious Consent (due to drug influence), Double Penetration, Oral (F & M receiving), Praise Kink, Rough Sex/Overstimulationm Fingering, anal ply, cum play, Competitive Doms

A/N: my entry for  @avengers-assemble-bingo  for April Kinky Bingo Square: A3- Threesome Card Number: KB003

The mission was supposed to be a simple sweep- an old HYDRA lab buried deep beneath the forest floor, long abandoned, just a routine retrieval run for leftover tech and encrypted files that could pose a threat if they fell into the wrong hands. You, Steve, and Bucky had done that sort of thing more times than you could count. Clear the rooms, grab the drives, secure any volatile tech, and call for extraction. In and out. Easy.

You should’ve known better the moment you stepped inside. The facility was too quiet, too intact. Dust settled thick on the floors, but the lights still flickered dimly overhead, and the security systems were half-alive, humming low like they were waiting.

You were the one who found the sealed door- reinforced, heavily protected, and drawing power. It was locked down tight, tucked at the end of a corridor where the flickering lights didn’t quite reach. You called the others over.

"You think it’s storage?" Bucky asked, frowning at the biometric pad.

"Locked and powered," you muttered. "Could be data. Or maybe just a lab they forgot to scrub."

"Let's not poke the bear," Steve said, but he stepped up beside you anyway, scanning the door. "Looks like it's sealed for a reason."

That should've been the moment you backed off. But your fingers were already dancing over the keypad, overriding the old security system. The panel blinked. Clicked.

"I’ve almost got- "

The door hissed. Not wide- barely a few inches.

A soft spray hit you all in the face.

It came fast. Silent. A puff of pressurized mist like compressed air, followed by the faintest scent- ozone, chemical sweetness, almost floral.

You stumbled back, coughing once.

"What the hell was that?" Bucky barked, wiping his face with his sleeve.

Steve grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the door. "You okay? Did you breathe it in?"

"Yeah, but- I don’t feel anything."

"We’re all covered in it," Bucky snapped, glaring at the faint sheen settling over Steve’s shoulders. "Fucking hell."

"Close it," Steve ordered.

Bucky slammed the door shut, sealing it again with a growl. "Old security measure. Shit."

"We’ll report it," Steve said, but his jaw was clenched.

The spray clung to your skin. Sweet. Heavy. And whatever it was, it was in all three of you now.

~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~

By the time the jet touched down back at the compound, you were already flushed and aching, your heart thudding too fast in your chest. Whatever had come out of that door- it clung to your skin, settled in your lungs, and made everything inside you feel off. You weren’t the only one affected. Bucky was pacing the perimeter of the quinjet like a caged animal. Steve hadn’t spoken for the last twenty minutes, but his white-knuckled grip on the back of a seat said everything.

You’d hoped the decontamination shower would be the end of it. But blood was still taken. Swabs run over your skin. Scans. More questions. Until finally, they left the three of you in the quarantine room- one sterile space, no outside contact, and cameras in every corner.

You wanted to apologize. This had been your mistake. But Bucky’s expression was pure storm as he continued to pace like a tiger in a zoo. Steve’s face was unreadable- steely, distant, controlled. So you kept your mouth shut and tried not to scratch at your skin like you desperately wanted.

Soft static crackled, and then Tony’s voice filled the room over the speaker. "It’s biochemical bonding serum," he said. "Looks like it's engineered to push subjects into a state of hyperarousal and submission, designed to override inhibition and drive instinctual behaviors."

Your stomach dropped. What kind of mess had you landed yourself in?

"How long?" Bucky snapped, voice sharp.

"We'll have to check back on the decay and metabolic rate, and we- "

"What Bruce means is- we don't know," Tony cut in. "For you guys, it might be a matter of hours. Little Miss Curiosity might be stuck with it in her system a little longer."

You flinched and shied away from the speaker, burying your face in your hands.

"We're working on it, don't stress. It shouldn't kill you," Tony added casually.

"Big fucking whoop," Bucky growled, pressing a fist into the wall. Steve shot him a look of disproval. 

"Buck.." His tone warning. 

"Just, try and stay calm, guys," Bruce said, trying to sound optimistic. "It'll be alright."

"Don’t make a mess," Tony said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "We’ll keep you posted."

And just like that, you were cut off again. Biochemical- engineered arousal.

"Well, you heard him," Steve sighed, leaning back against the wall, scrubbing a hand over his face. "We just have to keep our heads. It can’t last forever."

That was easy for him to say. Both Steve and Bucky had super soldier serum in their veins- enhanced bodies that could regulate, adapt, maybe even resist. You… you were human. And you could already feel your body reacting in ways that made your skin itch and your blood feel like it was boiling.

You didn't say anything. Just shifted your weight, trying not to squirm. The heat beneath your skin pulsed steadily now, like it was alive.

"This is fucked," Bucky muttered, pacing again. "They just dumped us in here like we’re some kind of experiment."

"They’re doing what they can," Steve said, tone calm but tight. "We don’t know enough yet. Getting worked up won’t help."

"Worked up?" Bucky turned on him, eyes flashing. "You don’t feel that?"

Steve’s jaw flexed. "Of course I feel it."

"Then quit acting like you don’t."

You glanced between them, heart racing. The tension in the room was building again, only this time it wasn’t from anger- it was something heavier. Thicker. Clinging to the air like smoke.

And under it all, that hum beneath your skin only grew louder. 

Hours had passed.

You'd started pacing a little while ago, unable to sit still. Movement helped. Not much- but it was something. You were going through the water they'd left in the room like you were dying of thirst. You were hot, sticky, your tank damp and clinging to your body, and you were doing everything you could to ignore the throbbing pulse between your legs.

You kept moving. Pacing. Trying to shake it off.

Steve watched from the far cot, jaw tight. His shirt was damp, his breath shallow, but he was sitting like he was trying to pretend everything was normal.

Bucky was pacing again, eyes locked on you more often than not, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack. “She smells different,” he muttered. “Fuck.”

His words made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The rough, raw sound of his voice made your head twitch like it was a physical thing pulling at you.

"Gonna try and sleep," you muttered, not looking at either of them.

Maybe you'd be able to sleep through the worst of it. Maybe if you were lucky, your body would calm down. You slipped behind the thin curtain, stepping into the tiny corner of privacy around your cot. Laying down, the heat of your body only seemed to intensify. Your skin felt suffocated, and with a frustrated sigh, you peeled your tank top over your head, leaving you in just your bra, hoping the exposure would help you breathe easier.

It didn’t.

You curled onto your side, arms around your stomach, thighs pressed tight together. The ache between your legs was a constant, heavy throb now. Maybe… maybe you could just handle your own needs. Just enough to take the edge off. Anything to ease the ache.

Your hands trembled as you pulled the thin blanket around you and lay on the cot. There was a small curtain for privacy, but it did nothing to muffle the sounds when your fingers slipped beneath your waistband.

You tried to be quiet. Tried to hold your breath. But your body was on fire, and even the gentlest brush of your fingers sent you bucking.

A whimper escaped, broken and desperate.

And then you heard it- Steve’s voice. Low. Strained.

“Don’t- don’t do that.”

You froze. “I- I can’t- ”

Still, you didn’t stop. You rubbed faster, then slower, your fingers diving inside of you, pressing deeper, trying every angle- but nothing worked. Every shift of your hand sent sparks across your nerves, your breath hitching with each pulse of pressure, but the fire wouldn’t break. Your legs trembled, your toes curled, but it all stayed out of reach.

You changed angles, tried circling your clit with trembling fingers while your other hand held onto the edge of the cot like it could ground you. You rocked your hips up, whispered pleas into the dark, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close. You needed more- needed them- but all you had were your own shaking hands and the unbearable ache growing between your legs.

Your breath hitched again as frustration bloomed hot and frantic in your chest. You were soaking, your thighs slick, the air sticky with the scent of your arousal. Your skin was flushed and clammy, your body locked in this endless loop of need- and yet you still couldn’t fall over that edge. Not like this. Not alone.

"You gonna keep pretending you don’t want her?" Bucky asked, voice low and rough, growling on the other side of the curtain.

Steve didn’t move at first, but his voice followed, strained. "I can smell her arousal from here, Buck. You think I’m not affected?"

"She’s whimpering, Steve. Sounds like music to me."

"We’re not doing this. We can’t- "

"Fuck this. She needs someone."

"Don’t you fucking touch her," Steve snapped.

"Then you do something," Bucky fired back.

Silence followed. You pressed your fingers deeper, hips rocking, but it wasn’t working. You were going to explode- your body was wound so tight it hurt.

Your fingers weren’t enough. You begged, voice cracking, desperate and broken.

"Please... please someone- "

Someone pulled the curtain back. Bucky’s eyes were dark. Blown wide. He didn’t speak. It hurt. “I can’t…” you whimpered, barely able to speak. “It’s not working…”

Your hips shifted again instinctively, your fingers still caught between your thighs, but the tension was unbearable. You were so wet, so swollen with need, it was maddening- and yet release stayed just out of reach. Your body craved more than your own touch could give.

They both appeared, stepping past the curtain without a word. You could see it in their faces- this was affecting them just as much. Steve’s eyes were dark, jaw clenched. Bucky looked wrecked, barely human with how sharp and hungry his expression had become.

You writhed again on the cot, body shaking, and Steve moved first- his weight shifting over you as he pressed your shoulders down into the mattress with steady, unyielding hands.

"Stay still," he said, voice gravel-thick.

At the same time, Bucky grabbed your wrist and gently pulled your hand away from you.

You whined, hips arched up, as Bucky’s gaze dropped to your slick fingers. He looked transfixed. Obsessed. His mouth parted before he dragged his tongue along your digits, groaning low in his chest at the taste.

Then- without breaking eye contact- he brought your hand to Steve.

"Tell me again we shouldn’t do this," Bucky said, voice rough and knowing.

Steve hesitated, staring at your hand, your eyes, then your body.

"...Steve?" you pleaded, chest heaving. A bead of sweat slid down your ribs, slicking your skin as the heat inside you pulsed like a second heartbeat. "Help... please."

Steve’s jaw flexed. His eyes raked over your flushed, trembling body, lingering where your bra had ridden up from the way you were squirming, the curve of your thighs glistening in the low light.

Bucky didn’t speak. He just stood there beside him, wild-eyed and rigid, chest rising and falling with short, shallow breaths. The scent of you filled the air. Thick. Sweet. Desperate.

Steve exhaled through his nose, heavy and slow like he was trying to exhale restraint. It didn’t work.

"You’re going to regret begging so pretty, sweetheart," he murmured, finally moving closer, the promise behind his words like thunder rolling through your veins.

~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~

They were both on you.

You didn’t know who moved first- Steve’s hand slid up your thigh, firm and sure, while Bucky’s mouth was suddenly at your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. The tension shattered. Clothing came off in frantic tugs- your joggers peeled away, your bra unclasped and discarded. Steve’s tank was tossed aside. Bucky’s sweats hit the floor with a low rustle.

Heat and skin and breath surrounded you. Their bodies pressed in, solid and hot and overwhelming. Steve's chest pinned you down as he kissed you- hard and consuming- his tongue sliding against yours as he groaned into your mouth. His hands cupped your jaw, fingers splayed, tilting your head how he wanted it.

Bucky moved lower, lips trailing down your throat, teeth scraping along your collarbone. His hands gripped your hips, dragging you down the cot toward him with a roughness that made you moan. He kissed your stomach, your ribs, your inner thighs, worshipping each inch like it belonged to him.

You gasped, arching into the touch of both of them. Their mouths- wet and demanding. Their bodies- slick with sweat, grinding against you like they couldn't get close enough.

You'd all held out for so long. Now there was nothing but the letting go.

Every nerve ending in your body sparked like live wires with every touch- every graze of skin against skin sent jolts of unbearable sensation through you. It was impossible to stay still. Your limbs twitched, your hips rocked, your breath came in short, gasping pulls as your body tried to process too much, too fast.

“Don’t move,” Steve growled, voice rough but laced with something gentler beneath. “Too sensitive? No. You’re just not used to being handled right.”

Bucky pushed your legs open wider, guiding your knees apart until your calves hung off the edge of the cot, completely exposed, completely theirs. “She’s soaking,” Bucky breathed. “Fucking hell- she’s dripping down her thighs.” The cool air kissed your slick folds and made you shiver. Then his hand slid between your thighs again, and fingers plunged into you- two, maybe three. You didn’t even know whose they were anymore.

Steve’s mouth found your chest, teeth grazing over the top curve of your breast before his lips closed around your nipple. You sobbed, your body already arching upward from the overload.

The blonde growled against your skin, one hand gripping your jaw while the other tangled in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to bow your spine upward. You gasped, helpless, writhing between them, your body trembling from overstimulation.

“You’re taking it so well,” Steve murmured, voice low and rough. “Just like that. Good girl.”

“Look at her,” Bucky snarled. “That’s it, sweetheart- ride my hand. Come on. Take what you need.”

His fingers worked deep inside you, curling and thrusting, hitting that spot that made your legs twitch and your hips lift off the cot. His palm pressed against your clit with every motion, grinding you into the edge of bliss, holding you there with cruel precision. You could feel everything. Every ridge of his knuckles, every flex of his wrist. It was too much and not enough all at once.

You whimpered, your hands scrambling against the sheets, seeking something to hold onto as your body rocked with each relentless stroke. Steve bit gently at the underside of your jaw, his hand still twisted in your hair as he whispered praises that barely reached your ears over the rushing roar of need building inside you.

Steve’s mouth was on your chest again, sucking one nipple into the heat of his mouth while his hand massaged the other, groping you with a needy rhythm that only made it harder to breathe. His other hand had tangled itself in your hair again, gently tugging until your spine arched up off the cot, your body straining toward both of them.

Bucky’s metal thumb pressed into your clit, circling with just enough pressure to make your thighs jerk. Your breath hitched, head tipping back as you let out a broken moan.

"OH FUCK." you cried, fingers clawing at the side of the cot, knuckles white.

He didn’t stop. His fingers pumped into you, slick and steady, coaxing the sound out of your throat again and again. You felt like you were vibrating- nerve endings lit up with fire, each touch sparking through you like electricity.

“You hear that, punk?” Bucky’s voice dripped with ego. “That’s the sound of my fingers making her cry.” Steve shifted beside you, sitting up to watch, his eyes locked on where Bucky's fingers slid in and out of you. One of his hands moved down, low and out of sight, and you could see the tension in his jaw as he fought to keep control.

Bucky glanced back at him, grinning as he curled his fingers just right and made you cry out again.

"Look at her, Stevie," Bucky growled, his voice rough and ragged with arousal. He didn’t even look up, just watched his fingers slide in and out of you like it was the most important thing in the world. "She’s writhing just from my fingers. What happens when I put my cock in?"

"You’ll wait," Steve snapped, voice sharp, strained with barely checked control. He was flushed, jaw tight, clearly fighting the same battle Bucky was already losing.

"God, look at her," Bucky muttered again, breath coming faster. "Fuck, I want her mouth. I want every part."

You couldn’t answer. Your vision blurred. Every nerve in your body felt like it had snapped tight, vibrating with unbearable pressure.

And then it broke.

You came- hard.

Your whole body convulsed as the orgasm tore through you. Your legs kicked against the cot, arms flailing blindly for purchase. Steve had to hold you down, one hand braced across your chest, the other still tangled in your hair as your back arched and a strangled sob tore from your throat.

It didn’t end quickly. The drug made it last- your climax dragging on and on, crashing over you in waves so powerful they left you gasping, wrecked.

You felt Bucky’s fingers slow inside you, easing off just enough to let you ride it out without breaking. But they didn’t stop touching you. They didn’t let you go.

And worst of all, the haze in your head didn’t clear like you hoped it would.

You were still shaking. Still needy.

Still burning.

You were a panting mess, your skin still hot and your chest tight when one of them scooped you up and lay you out on the cool floor. The shock of it made you gasp, the chill a sudden relief against your fevered skin. You blinked your eyes open, dazed, limbs slack and breath ragged.

"You’re such a mess for us, baby," Bucky murmured, crouched above you now. His voice was low, ruined with hunger. "That sweet little body of yours wasn’t made to handle all this, was it?"

Your eyes found him- Bucky, kneeling near your face now, his cock hard and leaking, so close it blurred your thoughts. He looked feral, undone, lips parted like he was barely restraining himself.

Your tongue slipped out to lick your lips without thinking. The taste of your own sweat clung to your skin, but all you could focus on was him. The way his chest rose and fell, the way his fist clenched at his thigh.

Your mind narrowed to a single point of clarity.

You wanted him in your mouth.

You leaned forward slowly, licking the bead of precum off his tip before taking him in fully- hungry, needy, your lips stretching around the thick, velvet length of him. Bucky’s breath stuttered, and he let out a ragged groan as your mouth sealed around him.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he gasped, one hand flying to your hair, not to guide but to anchor himself. “So fucking pretty like this- taking me so deep. Look at those lips- look at that mouth.”

You moaned around him, the vibrations making him hiss. He was hot, heavy, pulsing against your tongue, and you hollowed your cheeks to take him deeper, until your nose pressed against the base and he swore low under his breath.

“Messy little mouth,” Bucky panted. “So eager. You needed this, didn’t you? Needed something to suck while we ruin the rest of you.”

You were lost in it- the taste of him, the heat, the way he twitched when your tongue flicked just right. Spit gathered at the corners of your mouth as you worked him with sloppy desperation, gagging slightly as you bobbed your head in a steady rhythm.

Just then, you felt Steve’s hands at your hips, steady and sure. He shifted your lower body, pulling your legs open and up until you were spread out for him on the floor.

“You liked Buck's fingers? Let’s see how you do on my cock,” Steve growled against your ear, his voice dark and thick with restraint.

You gasped around Bucky’s cock, the moan caught in your throat turning into a garbled sound of pleasure as Steve aligned himself behind you. His fingers dug into your thighs, holding you wide as his tip pressed against your entrance- already slick, fluttering, aching.

He pushed in slow, filling you inch by inch, and every nerve inside you lit up in electric spasms. Your muscles fluttered around him, clenching and pulsing as he stretched you open, the thick drag of him stealing your breath.

The pressure, the fullness, the stretch- it was overwhelming. You sobbed around Bucky, the vibration of your moan making him groan above you, his hips twitching as he fought not to thrust.

Steve bottomed out with a hiss, his hands gripping tighter like he needed the anchor. Inside you, he throbbed, deep and perfect. You felt stretched to the edge of your limits, your inner walls fluttering in frantic spasms around him, struggling to adjust and clench all at once. Your body didn’t know what to do- pull him in deeper or push him out.

It was too much. It was everything. Your head was spinning.

They started to move- slow at first. Steve dragging back only to sink in again, deliberate, controlled, while Bucky’s cock bumped the back of your throat as he rocked forward with a groan. You gagged, whined, clung to them both with your mouth and body.

You were stuck in it now. The lust. The drug. The heat. There was no thought left, only sensation. Only how it felt to be stretched open in two directions, trembling and gasping.

They didn’t talk to you anymore. They talked about you.

“She’s so sensitive,” Bucky growled. “Poor thing doesn’t know what to do with herself.”

Steve grunted, his pace picking up. “Tight as hell. She’s pulsing like she doesn’t know whether she wants to come or cry.”

You tried to moan but it came out a broken, garbled sound around Bucky’s cock. Your tongue dragged along the underside of him as he pushed deeper, your throat fluttering as you swallowed around the stretch. Spit dripped from the corners of your mouth, tears tracking down your cheeks, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

Bucky’s hand tightened at the back of your head, not forcing, just holding you there, gazing down into your wet, dazed eyes. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, look at you drooling all over me. You love it, don’t you?”

Your hips rocked back into Steve without meaning to as he thrust forward again, harder this time, grinding deep. Your nerves fired like sparks, the friction of his cock dragging against hypersensitive flesh sending bursts of pressure low in your belly. Your insides coiled, pleasure building with every thick, deliberate thrust, your body wound so tight it felt like you might snap apart.

“You’re doing so well for us,” Steve grunted, leaning down, his mouth hot at your ear. “Such a good girl, letting us use you like this.”

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, driving in deeper. The stretch made you cry out around Bucky’s cock, throat flexing as your moan turned to a sob.

"That's it," Steve growled, pace quickening. "Fuck, so fucking wet and warm... you gonna cum, sweetheart? Gotta feel you squeeze me while you swallow Bucky."

Your body arched, heat crashing through your spine as Steve hit that perfect spot again and again, each thrust sending a jolt through your core. Your throat tightened around Bucky's cock, the vibration of your desperate moans making him curse under his breath.

“Fuck- she’s so close,” Steve panted, driving harder. “You feel that? She’s fucking pulsing.”

You sobbed around Bucky, tears streaking your cheeks, the pressure in your belly a coil tightening with no escape.

“She’s gonna lose it,” Bucky panted, watching the way you writhed. “Look at how she’s trembling. She needs cock.”

And then it snapped.

Your climax hit like a bolt of lightning, seizing your body with white-hot tension as your inner walls clamped down around Steve’s cock. You wailed around Bucky’s length, the cry vibrating through him as he let out a guttural groan.

“Fuck, that mouth- ” Bucky growled, watching your teary eyes roll back. “I’m gonna- shit- ”

He spilled down your throat with a grunt, his cock twitching between your lips, his hand holding you steady as you swallowed every drop of him while he pulsed. 

The clenching spasms of your climax milked Steve mercilessly, dragging his own orgasm from him with a ragged curse. He slammed in deep, staying buried as he came hard, filling you with warmth that only made the pleasure burn hotter.

“Take it,” he groaned, his breath broken against your shoulder. “Take it all. Good fucking girl.”

Bucky sat back on his heels, pulling himself from your mouth with a wet pop, still hard, his cock glistening with your spit. “"Fuck... you’re unreal..." he panted, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing..pupils blown as he looked down at you.

Steve finally pulled out with a groan, the loss of him sudden and jarring, making you whimper. His cum followed, warm and slick as it dripped from your stretched pussy, pooling between your thighs.

His gaze dropped between your legs, transfixed. His eyes went heavy-lidded as he watched it leak from you, dripping down to your slick, twitching rim. Slowly, his fingers moved to your core, smearing the mess down lower, spreading it deliberately to your other entrance.

You gasped, twitching from aftershocks, your body still sensitive everywhere. His fingertip teased your tight hole, rubbing softly, slicking it with a practiced ease. You whimpered, already overwhelmed, but the moan that spilled from you was pure need.

“Damn, Stevie- you didn’t fuck her right if she’s still aching like this,” Bucky drawled, voice hoarse and edged with a smirk, watching the way your hips shifted restlessly on the floor.

You whimpered, the heat still rolling inside you, every nerve ending alive and twitching. The aftershocks made your muscles flutter, your body too sensitive and still so hungry. Steve didn’t bite back. He was too focused- his fingers slick with his own cum as he spread it lower, smearing it over your pussy and then circling your tight, twitching rim.

And then one thick finger pressed inward.

You gasped, whole body jolting, a broken sound catching in your throat as your body tried to clamp down instinctively. But Steve worked slowly, steadily, easing the finger deeper, the stretch sharp and slow as he began to work you open.

You felt your core clench around nothing as Steve worked his finger deeper. “I need- please, I need more, I can’t- ” you gasped, voice trembling. Your head was a mess, fogged with lust and the aftershocks still sparking under your skin. Steve kept up the slow pump of his finger, pushing in deeper, working more of his cum into your ass to keep you slick and open.

“Hear that, Steve?” Bucky said, voice thick with amusement, already fisting his own cock in lazy, slow strokes. “She wants more.”

Steve’s gaze didn’t waver, his finger sinking deeper, curling. You whimpered again.

“Can’t say no, can we?” Bucky added, grinning.

“Oh, I think I know exactly what our girl needs...” Steve muttered, voice thick with heat and control, as his hand disappeared between your thighs.

Steve pulled his finger from your ass just as Bucky got down onto the floor, reaching out to haul you up into his lap. Steve’s arms hooking under yours, supporting your limp, boneless body as they moved you together like you weighed nothing.

“Let’s get you on Buck now...” Steve purred near your ear, voice thick and smooth, a slow heat curling down your spine.

Bucky’s cock was already there- thick, hard, and waiting. They guided you together, Steve steadying you from behind while Bucky angled his cock to your entrance.

As Steve lowered you, your legs wrapped weakly around Bucky’s hips, and you felt the first stretch as his tip slid inside. A guttural groan ripped from Bucky’s throat, his hands tightening on your thighs.

“Fuck, baby,” he gritted out, voice rough and reverent. “You always take me so damn good. Still so fucking tight- even after Steve blew you open? Shit.”

“That’s a girl,” Steve murmured, voice low with praise. “Nice and slow... Want you to feel every inch of him, don’t you?”

You just whimpered and nodded, the need to be filled consuming, overwhelming, as the pair of them helped you sink down onto Bucky’s cock, inch by perfect inch.

Your head fell back against Steve’s shoulder as you settled fully onto Bucky, who thrust up into you with steady pressure. The heat and stretch made your whole body tremble. You could barely breathe, still twitching from your earlier climax. Then Bucky's hands gripped your hips tight.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed, hips rolling upward as he began to move you, guiding you into a rhythm. “Look at you. Still aching. Like how I feel doll?”

The moan that spilled from your mouth didn’t even sound like you anymore- wrecked, raw, and desperate.

You were unraveling under Bucky’s rhythm- the way he filled you had your mind slipping, your thoughts scattering with every deep, slow thrust, how every thrust hit deep, high inside, brushing against that spot that made you shudder. Your head lolled back onto Steve’s shoulder, eyes fluttering, lips parted around desperate little gasps.

“She bites her lip when I go deep. You see that?” Bucky said with a rough chuckle, voice wrecked but smug. “She likes my rhythm.”

You didn’t even notice the way Steve bent you forward over Bucky, hands guiding your body like you were something precious and fragile and already ruined.

You didn’t have time to think too much before you felt Bucky’s hands grip your ass, pulling you open as Steve shifted behind you. It wasn’t until the thick, spongy head of his cock pressed against somewhere you’d never let anyone touch that your eyes snapped open in surprise.

The first inch pushed into your ass slowly, carefully, but it still stole your breath.

“It’s too much- I can’t- wait- ” you gasped, voice cracking with overwhelmed panic as your body instinctively tried to jerk away.

But Bucky rocked his hips upward, pushing deep into your pussy again, and the shockwave of pleasure was enough to paralyze your resistance.

“Shh... it’s okay,” Steve murmured, arms wrapping around you from behind as he continued to press in. His voice was thick and coaxing, his control iron-tight. “I’ve got you. You’re doing so good for us.”

You sobbed, your whole body fluttering around them as Steve sank in deeper, the thin wall between your holes trembling with every inch he took. The two of them groaned in unison, voices rough and reverent as they filled you together.

You were caught between them now. Two super soldiers, all three of you lost in lust and need. Your face twisted with sensation as they held you there- one thick cock filling your pussy, the other spreading your ass open inch by inch. Both sunk to the hilt. You were impossibly full. You were shaking. Overwhelmed. Unable to process the stretch, the heat, the drag of their bodies inside you. It was too much. And you needed more.

“You’re both so… big- I’m gonna- fuck- ” you sobbed. You couldn’t believe how sensitive you’d become- how just being filled, just being stretched, could reduce you to this. You weren’t even moving, yet your body was already bracing to come undone again. There was no going back. No holding on. Just surrender.

You came without moving, the sensation of fullness alone tipping you over. Your body seized in the middle, core clenching violently, squeezing down on both of them at once as pleasure ripped through you like a lightning bolt.

Your voice cracked into a scream. You were gone- shaking, convulsing, burning from the inside out as your orgasm dragged through you with devastating force.

Both of them groaned at the way your body squeezed them- tight and hot and trembling.

“Fuck,” Bucky grunted, rocking his hips once more. “Didn’t even have to move. Just had to be inside you.”

Steve chuckled darkly, voice low and wrecked in your ear. “She’s that sensitive. That fucking perfect.”

You couldn’t even answer. Your lips parted in a silent gasp as Steve’s hands slid up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing across your stiff nipples as he started to move again. Slowly at first, easing back before pressing forward, dragging against that thin wall with every thick stroke.

Bucky's grip returned to your hips, steady and possessive, guiding you to rise and fall on his cock. Your body jolted with every motion, your moans soft and slurred.

“That’s it,” Steve cooed, hips snapping gently. “We’ll start slow…”

“I-I can’t- ” you whimpered, but your body was already moving, driven by instinct and need.

“I know you can take more,” he murmured. “Look how beautiful you are when you come apart. It'll feel better- just gotta keep going.”

And it did. It felt better than the denial. Better than the ache that came from holding back. The pleasure rolled through you like a drug, heavy and all-consuming.

Your hips started to move again, slowly grinding into Bucky as your walls fluttered around him. You didn’t know if it was need or instinct- maybe both- but you couldn’t stop. You were cock-drunk. Barely aware of anything except how good it felt to be filled this way.

“Breathe,” Steve whispered. “Just like that. Hold it- good girl.”

Then Steve pulled your hips back into him and pressed all the way in.

“You think you’re fucking her deep?” Steve growled at Bucky, voice low and wild. “Watch this.”

Bucky shoved his hand flat to your lower stomach and lifted his hips with a brutal thrust. You cried out, the stretch making your eyes roll back as he ground up into you. It was obscene how deep he reached, how thick he felt. You pawed at his chest, clinging to him with trembling fingers.

“..fuck fuck fuck...” you gasped, the breath knocked out of you before he eased his hips again, smug and steady.

“Told ya,” Bucky muttered with a grin.

But it didn’t stop there.

Bucky answered your gasps with harder thrusts. Steve listened for his name and answered with praise. His mouth latched to your neck, nipping and licking along your skin as he squeezed your breasts roughly, molding them in his palms.

“Did you hear that one? That was mine,” Steve muttered against your skin when you gasped his name.

Bucky answered with a sharp thrust that made your breath catch. “She moaned louder for me, sweetheart. Don’t get cocky.”

Each of them was locked into the game- testing reactions, adjusting pace, trying to claim the sounds that spilled from your lips. One made you cry out, the other drew a gasp. They used your body like a live wire for their competition, and you were helpless in the storm.

“She whimpers when I kiss her right here,” he growled, biting just beneath your ear.

Bucky’s hands gripped your hips tighter, fucking up into you hard enough to rock you against Steve’s chest. “She clenched around me when you said that,” he rasped. “Bet she’s trying to pick a favourite.”

You couldn’t keep up. Couldn’t think. You only managed to gasp whatever name escaped your lips first, and they both heard it- every time. And they responded with sharper thrusts, filthier praise.

“You’re so cock-drunk, you don’t even know who’s making you come anymore, do you?” Bucky said, voice rough.

“She’s beautiful like this,” Steve murmured, licking the sweat off your throat. “All wrecked. All ours.”

Then Bucky’s metal hand slid between your thighs again. His fingers brushed your clit, the coolness of steel a shocking chill of metal against your heat made you jolt, gasping as sparks danced up your spine.

“Oh- god - fuck- ” you sobbed, trembling uncontrollably as sparks shot up your spine.

“Breathe,” Steve ordered again. “Just like that. That’s our girl.”

They started to move faster now- driving into you in sync, pistoning in perfect rhythm. The slap of skin echoed, the slick sounds of your soaked cunt and the obscene wet pressure of being filled from both ends breaking whatever was left of your mind.

“You want to make her come, punk?” Bucky growled. “You gotta fuck her harder than that.”

“Shut up, jerk,” Steve snarled, thrusting harder. “We don’t need to break her. Just ruin her a little longer.”

“She’s shaking so bad. You keep her steady, Steve- I wanna see her face when she comes again.”

Your next orgasm ripped through you with a small wail, your features contorting as your body locked up tight. You clawed at them both- gripping Steve’s forearm, Bucky’s shoulder- as your walls fluttered around their cocks, milking them, begging for more without a word.

They didn’t stop. Didn’t give you time to come down. Steve groaned, his thrusts picking up as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. Bucky cursed, gripping your hips tighter, lifting and dropping you into him with growing urgency.

You felt them both losing control- felt their restraint slipping with every second you squeezed around them, heat and slickness pouring down your thighs.

“Fuck- fuck, she’s doing it again,” Bucky grunted.

Steve’s voice was a low growl in your ear. “She wants it. She’s not done. Not till we are.”

Then the pace shifted- harder, rougher, deeper. Their moans grew louder, matched only by the slap of skin on skin. Your head spun, your vision blurred.

And then they were coming again- Steve first, pulled tight to your back, his groan muffled in your shoulder. Then Bucky, buried deep beneath you, eyes locked on yours as he spilled inside you with a strangled moan.

You collapsed between them, limp and boneless, your body a trembling wreck held up only by their hands. You didn’t even try to move. There was no fight left in you- only the slow hum of satisfaction and overstimulation. Somewhere in the haze of your mind, a flicker of disbelief passed through you- how had you endured that? How had you survived the storm of them inside you? But there was no room for shame or second thoughts. Only surrender. And the quiet, overwhelming hum of being utterly, deliciously wrecked. You were too dazed to understand what was happening at first, the haze still thick behind your eyes. The humming under your skin hadn’t stopped, but it had dulled- muted to a low thrum that echoed in your bones. They were careful, even if your overstimulated body didn’t register it that way.

You whined, squirming, as they slowly pulled out of you. The stretch reversed, the heat slipping away, leaving you empty and raw. It wasn’t pain, but your body protested the loss with soft whimpers.

Someone pressed a water bottle to your lips, coaxing you to sip. You obeyed without thought, the coolness trickling down your throat a small mercy.

Another set of hands gently wiped you down. A cold, damp cloth slid between your legs, easing away the slick mess with slow, tender strokes.

Then your head was lowered into someone’s lap. Fingers carded through your hair.

“You did so well,” Steve murmured. “Look at you- perfect.”

You blinked slowly. Steve’s voice again, closer now: “Easy, sweetheart. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

Your limbs twitched weakly, still responding to phantom pleasure. A quiet laugh came from Bucky.

“Still twitching. Still fucking gorgeous.”

You felt him kissing up your leg, mouth trailing along your calf, your knee, your inner thigh.

Then your legs were being moved again- lifted, spread with a gentleness that contrasted starkly with the earlier frenzy. There was no rush now, no urgency- just the soft reverence of Bucky's hands as he cradled your thighs like something precious, something breakable, as though he hadn’t just wrecked you minutes ago. You blinked, barely aware, as Bucky settled himself between them, laying flat, his breath hot against your oversensitive core.

He pressed a kiss there, soft and reverent, and your whole body jolted in response.

“And I’m not done tasting her,” he muttered, voice thick with need.

“Buck- she needs to recover,” Steve warned again, but his voice had softened to something indulgent.

“I’ll be gentle…” Bucky promised, his mouth already lowering, tongue dragging slow and careful over your aching folds as your head lolled back into Steve lap, eyes fluttering closed, lost to the warmth and the wetness and the impossible pleasure building again

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[trojanaurora]

Not Until You Ask Right

Title: Not Until You Ask Right Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: Steve wrecks you slowly and thoroughly. But when you want more of him, he’s going to make you ask for it. But then he’ll make sure you take every inch.

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Established relationship, Smut, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), Praise Kink, Soft Dom!Steve , Slight Power Play, Controlled Pacing, Delayed Gratification, Begging, Use of Pet Names).

A/N: my entry for  @avengers-assemble-bingo  for April Kinky Bingo Square: C2- ‘Do You Want More?’ Card Number: KB003

You didn’t know how long he’d been down there.

Time had stopped mattering around the third orgasm. Maybe the fourth. Maybe more. Everything blurred together under the weight of Steve’s mouth, his steady rhythm, the maddening patience in his hands, the way he took you apart like he had all the time in the world and nothing else he’d rather be doing.

He had you spread wide on the bed, your back arched and thighs draped over his shoulders, his strong arms looped beneath them to hold you still. Every twitch, every attempt to pull away when the pleasure got too sharp, too overwhelming. But he only held you tighter. Anchored you to the bed like you were his to keep.

Your fingers had long since lost their grip on the sheets. Now they tangled uselessly in the pillows above your head, clenching each time his tongue flicked against your clit with that same lazy precision that drove you insane.

“Steve,” you sobbed, voice wrecked, your hips lifting helplessly off the mattress.

He didn’t respond. Just groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core, his tongue sliding lower to tease your entrance before circling back up. Then came his fingers- two thick digits pushing in with ease, curling just right, dragging across that spot that had you seeing stars.

Your legs kicked weakly, thighs trembling, breath catching in your throat as another orgasm loomed.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured against your heat, voice thick with pride. “Gonna give me another, baby?”

You couldn’t answer. Not with words. You just whimpered, your entire body clenching down around his fingers, another wave of heat building impossibly fast.

And when it hit. God - it hit hard. Your vision blurred. Your hips bucked. You cried out his name, nails clawing at the sheets as your body convulsed.

But he didn’t stop.

Even as you squirmed, overstimulated and gasping, Steve kept his rhythm. Kept his fingers curling and twisting, kept his mouth latched around your clit like he was starved for you. He pulled another one from you before you could even catch your breath, and then another—each crest sharper, shorter, more unbearable than the last.

Your skin felt too tight. Your chest heaved. Every nerve in your body was alight with sensation, and still, it wasn’t enough.

You needed him.

You needed more.

“Stevie, please,” you begged, tears welling up, voice breaking apart. “I can’t… I need you.”

That was what finally made him pause. Slowly, achingly, he pulled back from between your thighs, his chin wet, lips slick and swollen, blue eyes blown wide with heat as they locked on yours.

“You need me, huh?” he asked, voice warm and full of that indulgent teasing you both loved and hated.

You nodded frantically, breath catching as he pressed one last kiss to your inner thigh, lips lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch again. Then he moved slow and deliberate his broad frame sliding up the length of your body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. You felt every inch of him: the ripple of muscle, the way his chest brushed over your peaked nipples, the solid weight of him pressing you into the mattress like gravity itself had chosen sides.

His body blanketed yours, warm and heavy and impossibly steady. One large hand braced beside your head, the other coming up to cradle your cheek with reverence. His thumb ghosted along the corner of your mouth, smearing away the remnants of your tears, and then he leaned in.

The kiss was slow, claiming. Deep enough to make your toes curl, sweet enough to make your heart flutter. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the proof of how thoroughly he'd devoured you and he didn’t let you shy away from it. He groaned low in his throat, like you were the most decadent thing he'd ever tasted, and kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue sweeping past your lips in a way that made your hips instinctively rise toward his.

He smiled against your mouth, smug and fond all at once, before murmuring, "I'd stay down there all night if you'd let me. Taste you until you can't remember your name. You make the prettiest sounds when you fall apart for me." He dragged his lips along your jaw, voice dipping even lower. "But that's not what you want, is it, baby? You want something else, don't you?"

Then, with maddening slowness, he reached between your bodies and wrapped one strong hand around his thick cock, guiding the swollen head to your entrance. He slid it through your folds first, coating himself in your slick, teasing your clit with the head until you whimpered and your hips bucked up instinctively, trying to rock forward and catch the angle just right, desperate to line him up and take more. But Rogers just chuckled softly above you, amused by your neediness. against him.

You knew that look in his eyes. All that lazy confidence, the way he watched your every reaction like he was memorizing it for later. He loved the way you squirmed. Loved how needy you got under the weight of his touch. And god help you, you loved it too. You wanted more than just his tongue tonight. You were greedy. You wanted all of him. The stretch of him, the weight of him, the sweet ache of being filled so completely there was no room left for anything but him. You needed him to ruin you in the best way. To take you apart piece by piece until you were crying his name and begging for more.

Finally, he began to press in.

You cried out at the stretch, the delicious, perfect pressure that made your spine arch off the mattress. The blunt head breached your entrance, forcing your walls to give way inch by thick inch, the burn just enough to make your toes curl.

But he stopped halfway.

Not deep enough. Not nearly enough to satisfy the raw ache pulsing inside you.

Just enough to make you feel it. The blunt fullness teasing your inner walls, leaving you clenching desperately around the intrusion, your body begging for more while he held it just out of reach.

You tried to move, to take him deeper, but Steve's hands were already on your hips, holding you down with an unshakable grip. His strength radiated through his palms, a silent command: stay still. You could feel the heat from his skin searing into yours, the flex of his fingers like iron restraints, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, helpless beneath him.

"Ah-ah," he murmured, voice low, calm, completely in control. "You want all of me?"

You nodded, breathless, throat tightening as the ache inside you deepened.

"Then act like it."

His hips moved in a shallow roll, just the thick head dragging against your walls, grazing your most sensitive spot but never fully pressing into it as he pulled back. The tease sent sparks through your core, made your thighs quake, made the muscles in your abdomen flutter with need. Every movement felt like a cruel kind of worship- painful in its restraint, maddening in its precision.

You let out a whimper, hips twitching, trying to follow him, to steal more, but Steve didn’t let you. Not yet. Eyes fluttering shut, you tried to hide from the intensity, but there was no hiding from it. Your cheeks burned with embarrassed frustration at how easily he reduced you to this needy, trembling, undone by just a fraction of him. Your pride clashed with your craving, and craving won.

"Eyes on me, baby."

Your gaze snapped to his, tears slipping down your temples as you tried to hold it together. The weight of his stare pinned you as thoroughly as his hands. It wasn't enough to give you the release your overstimulated body was starting to crave again.

"You can be a big girl with that mouth, but now you can’t use it?" he teased, voice smooth and calm, like he wasn’t driving you out of your mind. "That mouth that’s always got something smart to say? It’s gone quiet on me now."

His hips kept that slow, maddening pace, shallow thrusts that brushed against your walls and made your core throb, your body reacting to every teasing glide like it was a promise of more. You could feel yourself building again, heat coiling low in your belly despite the lack of depth, the lack of friction. It was infuriating how quickly he had your body climbing, how your nerves lit up from so little. Each subtle movement sent you spiraling further, your body tightening, ready to snap from a tension he hadn’t even fully given you yet.

It was like being edged with his whole body, like he knew just how to make you unravel one breath at a time, just how much to give- and withhold- to keep you trembling right at the edge of bliss.

"Do you want more?"

You nodded again, frantic now, but he only shook his head with a soft cluck of his tongue.

"Uh-uh. You know better than that. Use your words. Look at me and say it."

Your lip trembled. Your voice came out soft, cracked and raw.

"Please, Steve. I want more. I want all of you."

His eyes burned into yours, pride and hunger and something deeper simmering behind the blue. His jaw clenched like he was holding back a growl, and he leaned down, brushing his lips over your cheek before whispering low in your ear, "That’s my girl."

Then he thrust all the way in.

You gasped, the sound caught halfway between a sob and a moan, back arching, legs shaking from the overwhelming stretch. The thick weight of him sank deep inside, the intrusion stealing the air from your lungs, knocking thought and reason straight out of your head. Your walls clenched around him, greedy and trembling, finally filled, finally complete.

"Nhg-ah!!" you cried, your voice breaking on his name.

"There she is," he groaned, the sound rough and low in his chest as he thrust again, deep and smooth, grinding his hips into yours until you whimpered. "My good girl. Now take it. Let me feel how deep you can take me."

You broke.

Every nerve in your body fired at once, your spine bowing and your breath catching sharp in your throat. Your thighs locked around his waist like a vice, trying to pull him deeper even as the wave of climax crested. The stretch of him filled you so completely it left you shaking, your body barely able to contain the flood of sensation ripping through you.

"Fuck- Steve!"

Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing with wave after wave of release, each one stronger than the last as he kept grinding into you, hips moving in a steady, slow drag that prolonged the high until it felt unbearable.

He held you through it, firm and unyielding, his hands never leaving your body. One cupped your cheek, grounding you as your face twisted in bliss. The other held your hip in place, keeping you locked to him, buried to the hilt.

"God, look at that," he groaned, voice thick and reverent. "You always come so hard for me. It’s so easy, isn’t it? Just a few words, a few rolls of my hips... and you're gone."

You whimpered something that might’ve been his name. Maybe just a sob. You weren’t sure anymore.

Your whole body trembled, each aftershock sending smaller spasms through your core, your limbs going limp beneath him. Tears streaked your temples as the pleasure kept cresting, lingering like it never wanted to leave.

But Steve wasn’t done. Not even close.

His hands slid back to your hips, tightening with purpose as he pulled out halfway and slammed back into you with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. Your nails scraped helpless paths down his back as another pulse of sensation knocked the air from your lungs as your oversensitive body flinched from the renewed pressure.

"Told you," he murmured, voice all honey and heat between gritted teeth as he fucked you through the tremors, "you just had to ask right sweetheart.." 

He didn’t stop moving.

But it wasn’t brutal. It was worse.

He rolled his hips into you, slow and relentless, the kind of pressure that went deep- so deep it made your toes curl- but not fast enough to give you the release your overstimulated body was starting to crave again. Each drag of his cock stroked against every sensitive spot inside you, hitting nerves that had already been pushed past their limit.

You sobbed, hips instinctively lifting in search of something, more friction, more speed, something to tip you back over. Your mind scrambled, too fogged to form words, but one desperate thought rang clear through the haze: Please, don't stop. I can't take it, but I need it.

But Steve just pressed your hips down harder into the mattress, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, utterly pinned and helpless beneath his weight.

"You asked for more," he murmured against your ear, voice like silk over steel. "Now you're gonna take it."

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[trojanaurora]

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An incomplete list of reasons why crafting helps my mental health (and might help yours, too):

It stops me from doom scrolling: can't go on social media if my hands are full of yarn.

It gives me a sense of agency: a lot of things are messed up in a way that's beyond my control, but I can make something that didn't used to exist. It's evidence that I'm alive and I can impact the world, even if the impact is small.

It builds my tolerance for mistakes: I grew up a perfectionist , which is really bad for my wellness and my ability to complete tasks. But crafts are a great source of low-stakes mistakes to help me learn how to handle imperfection. And while there are certainly mistakes I'll always fix, I also have many opportunities to decide a mistake is acceptable and leave it in favor of getting to the finish line.

It interrupts rumination: even if I'm still chewing on some troubling news, it's not front of mind if I need to focus on getting this seam straight or whatever

It helps me meet good people: although there are obvious exceptions, I've found most craft-centered spaces (IRL and online) to be full or supportive, kind, helpful people in all walks of life

It encourages a growth mindset: I'm always learning new things in crafting, and that builds my identity as someone who can grow and improve.

And finally, making your own clothes is empowering: I know this is specific to fiber crafts, but it's important. When you make your own clothes, you flip the notion that you're supposed to "fit into" a certain size and instead remember that clothes are supposed to fit you. You get to learn how to dress the body you have with love and care, instead of allowing manufacturers decide how clothes should look.

[trojanaurora]

Buzzing Skin

Title: Buzzing Skin

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Minors DNI, explicit sexual content, lotus position sex, overstimulation (f & m), creampie, sweat, slick, body fluids, deep kissing, filthy talk, possessiveness, mutual desperation, slightly unhinged levels of need NO BETA!!!!! Hell no second read over LOL

Word Count: 736 words

A/N: Want to start putting on more drabbles for everyone, but Loki is at the top of that list. Is that something people might want?

You didn’t know who started moving again. Maybe you never stopped.

Loki’s cock was still inside you, still hard, buried to the hilt, and you were still in his lap legs tangled around his waist, arms clinging to his shoulders, your body shaking as you ground down helplessly onto him.

It was instinct now. Muscle memory. Addiction.

Neither of you could stop. Not when it felt like this.

He was soaked with sweat, the long strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, to your cheek, to your neck where he kept pressing open-mouthed kisses between gasps. His back was damp beneath your nails, his skin slick and burning. You were just as wrecked, hair plastered to your fingers as your hand stayed in his hair, thighs trembling with aftershocks, your body flushed and twitching from too many orgasms.

Still, he moved.

Not fast, but deep. Slow, dragging thrusts that made you sob quietly into his skin, your hips bucking despite how sensitive you were. The wet squelch of your cunt echoed in the space between you, filthy and relentless, his come dripping out of you and smearing between your thighs and his lap, making each movement even messier.

“Gods,” Loki rasped, forehead pressed to yours, his voice unsteady, nearly delirious. “You’re still so tight. You’re clenching me, sweet girl-do you feel that?”

You did. You felt everything.

Every slow, grinding roll of his cock inside you. Every twitch. Every drag along your swollen walls, the stretch of him still making your whole body tremble. You were oversensitive, overstimulated, overwhelmed, and still it wasn’t enough.

He kissed you again, sloppy, open-mouthed, tongues tangling, moaning into each other like the only thing keeping you alive was the taste of the other. You tasted like sweat and salt and Loki’s spend, and you could feel your own slick smeared across your inner thighs, coating both of your skin.

“I can’t stop,” he whispered against your lips, broken and reverent. “Gods, I should, I should stop but ugh I can’t. Not when your cunt keeps pulling me back in like this. Not when it feels like I’m going to live inside you.”

His hands were everywhere. One gripped your ass, kneading it to tilt your hips into a sharper grind. The other slid between your bodies, fingers finding your soaked clit-swollen, aching-and rubbed slow, tight circles that made your thighs jerk around his waist.

You cried out, voice cracked and desperate, and he growled into your mouth.

“Come again,” he ordered, voice low and harsh. “I know you can. I know you’re right there, trembling for it. Don’t fucking hold back-I want it, I want to feel it.”

Your eyes rolled back as your body locked, muscles seizing around him, and your orgasm hit like heat lightning, sharp, bright, violent. You sobbed, legs tightening around him, nails dragging down his back as your pussy fluttered and spasmed around his cock, milking him again, again….

“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Loki gasped, eyes wide, pupils blown. “You feel so good when you cum I can’t-gods-”

He snapped his hips up once, then again, and then he was spilling into you with a stuttering groan, voice pitched low and needy as he held you close and poured every last drop inside your pulsing cunt. His cock twitched, throbbing deep, and you both shivered with the raw intensity of it.

And yet, again he didn’t pull out.

Neither of you even thought about it.

You were still clinging to him, your face buried in his neck, lips brushing sweat-slick skin, your whole body still spasming with aftershocks. His hands cradled your waist, your back, holding you together, thumbs stroking your skin like he needed the connection to stay sane.

“Such a messy girl,” he whispered, voice distant, dazed. “Still leaking around me. Look at us…”

You couldn’t.

All you could do was pant into his neck and hold him tighter as his hips started rocking again. Shallow. Gentle. Just enough to keep it going. Just enough to make your clit twitch and your thighs jerk.

“Loki-” you whimpered, half-plea, half-warning.

“I know,” he murmured. “I know it’s too much. I don’t care. I want to feel you until there’s nothing left of us but sweat and cum and this.”

Another kiss. Another slow thrust. Another wave building.

And you realized, he was right.

You didn’t want to stop.

You wanted to drown in it.

[trojanaurora]

[trojanaurora]

!!!Lmao guys I cant!!!🤣🤣🤣

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[trojanaurora]

Hi 😃❤️ I love your writing! My absolutely loved “Hellcat” Loki fic! Was wondering if you took requests? It’s okay if not Lol but I just want to see what your mind can do solely by just seeing this photo.

Loki one shot request.. or should I say- LokiS

Title: Too Much Mischief

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader x Loki

Summary:  After a feast filled with wine, laughter, and just a touch too much attention from someone else, Loki pulls you into a night of possessive, indulgent worship. But when one god isn’t enough to keep up with your hunger, he conjures another

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Explicit Smut, threesome, Double Penetration (Vaginal + M!Oral) Fingering, Oral (Receiving), Overstimulation, Possessive Loki, Mild Jealousy, Body Worship

A/N:  Thank you @mischiefmaker615 for this ask, and your patients with me to get it out to you and also to @lokisgoodgirl who’s threesome post the other month has set all this off in our minds..

The wine was still sweet on your tongue when he pressed you against the door, the wood solid and cool at your back in contrast to the flush blooming beneath your skin. Your breath caught, laughter from the feast still clinging to your lips. His body was warm, his scent thick with wine, spice, and something darker, power curling at the edges. The pressure of his hips against yours made your thighs tense instinctively, and your fingertips dug lightly into his arms. That hunger in him was unmistakable, simmering just below the surface, and it set your blood humming before his lips had even touched you. the echo of music and laughter from the great hall still lingering in your ears like a fading spell.

Loki’s hands were already at your hips, thumbs slipping beneath the silk belt cinched at your waist. The faint scent of myrrh and aged wine clung to his skin, mingling with yours. You were half-drunk on mischief and the god whose lips now ghosted over your throat, your body still humming with the leftover warmth of wine and candlelight and too many teasing glances across the feast table.

“You laughed too hard,” he murmured, voice like velvet smoke curling into your ear. “At him.”

You blinked up at him, bemused, fingers curling loosely in the fabric of his tunic. “Who?”

“That pompous lord with the bad teeth,” he said, tone sharp but his grip gentle. “You touched his arm. Your eyes sparkled.”

You couldn’t help it,you laughed again, warm and unguarded. "Are you jealous, my king?"

His answering hum vibrated against your skin. "Should I be?"

He didn’t wait for your answer. Instead, his teeth grazed the underside of your jaw, not hard, but deliberate enough to make your breath stutter. His hands gripped tighter, possessive now, pulling you against the firm lines of his body.

“You glow when you want to be seen,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “So let’s see you glow for me.”

His hands slid lower, gripping beneath your thighs, and in a swift, fluid motion, he lifted you. You wrapped your legs around him instinctively, clinging to him as he carried you across the room, his foot kicking shut the chamber door, past flickering candles casting dancing shadows along the gilded walls.

He set you down near the foot of your shared bed with care, like setting down something precious, no, sacred. But before he could fully devour you with his eyes, your hands were already at his chest, pushing open the fine brocade of his tunic. The clasps came undone easily beneath your fingers, revealing pale, unmarked skin and the sinuous stretch of muscle beneath.

Loki stilled for a moment as you undressed him, as though savoring the feeling of your hands on him. He let you explore, let you peel the fabric away inch by inch- his tunic sliding off his shoulders, then his undershirt, leaving him gloriously bare from the waist up. Your palms slid over the firm plane of his chest, fingers grazing his ribs, then dipping lower to the soft trail of hair that vanished beneath his trousers.

You leaned in and kissed the hollow of his throat, tasting the salt of his skin and the faint sweetness of mead. He groaned softly, head tilting back to give you more. When you finally looked up, his blur eyes were molten, dark with something reverent and possessive all at once.

Then he turned you again, slowly, like a dance. His touch turned reverent, undoing the knots of your gown with slow precision, letting the fabric slip down your shoulders and fall to the floor with a whisper, like it too was holding its breath. The silk pooled at your feet as his eyes dragged up your form, dark and glinting, unblinking. He didn’t look away, not even for a breath.

He looked at you like a man seeing a vision. A marvel. A possession he'd never relinquish. A goddess he'd built from starlight and shadow.

And maybe, in that moment, he believed he was unveiling something divine.

His lips found your collarbone, then your shoulder, trailing kisses like stardust, until you were gasping softly, arching into his touch. His hands traced your arms, your back, like he was learning your skin by heart, mapping every freckle, every tremble, every pulse.

“Mine,” he breathed, not a question but a vow. His voice settled low in your belly, stirring heat as his breath fanned across your chest. The scent of wine and him, swirled in your senses, heady and thick. You nodded, slower than you meant to, drunk on the moment, on him, on everything.

Your fingers threaded into his raven-dark hair, tugging gently, clumsily. He laughed low in his throat, the sound rich and just a little slurred, like even he wasn’t immune to the feast’s haze. He worshipped you with mouth and hands, easing you down onto the bed like you were spun glass wrapped in silk.

He kissed your wrist, your sternum, the inside of your elbow like they were precious altars, lips lingering a fraction too long, mouth parted like he was tasting prayers.

Loki kissed down your neck, to the swell of your breast, to the curve of your waist, each press of his lips soft but deliberate. He chuckled softly when you shivered, pleased with the effect he had, pleased with himself. You felt the heat of his breath, the occasional graze of teeth, his hands dragging lazily down your sides as though he were pouring himself over you.

He sucked gently at the tender flesh just below your ribs, marking you with purpose. One of his hands clumsily knocked over a goblet left by the bed, but neither of you flinched, too wrapped up in the weight of skin and desire.

His eyes fixed on you, pupils blown, lips wet. You were already breathless, legs parted slightly, pulse racing as he knelt between them, murmuring something you couldn't hear.

“You wanted worship,” he murmured, voice husky with promise.

“I wanted you,” you replied, reaching for him, voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, darling,” he purred, kissing your thigh, nuzzling against the soft, sensitive skin with the tip of his nose. “You’ll have me. All of me.”

His breath was hot against your core, and then his tongue flicked out- slow, sinful, teasing. He licked a long, deliberate stripe through your folds, tasting you like wine he planned to savor. You gasped, hips twitching, as he dragged the flat of his tongue back down again, wetter, firmer. His mouth was hungry, greedy, wet, and relentless. He sucked your clit into his mouth, slow pulses of pressure sending heat coiling deep in your belly.

He groaned into you, the vibration making you cry out, fingers fisting in the sheets. Then he did it again, and again, tonguing you with the precision of a man obsessed, alternating between soft laps and decadent suckling. His fingers spread you wider as his tongue fucked into you, slow and filthy and your legs trembled as you writhed beneath him.

Every kiss to your cunt felt like a spell. Every slow suck was a command. He whispered praises into your skin between licks, his voice sticky with need. “So sweet… so eager for me… look how you open for me…”

You moaned, helpless, head lolling, the world turning to static. Your limbs were boneless, spread across the bed like you’d melted into it, the world reduced to wet heat and his name echoing in your skull. Everything throbbed. Everything begged. And then,

You felt it.

Another hand.

Not his. Not that one. This one was new, cooler at first, but no less confident. Fingertips slid up your side, ghosting just beneath the curve of your breast. You flinched, startled, but the hand didn’t retreat. It caressed. It claimed.

Your eyes shot open, a gasp breaking the air, but Loki didn’t stop. His mouth was still buried between your thighs, tongue gliding through your folds like he owned you. He was still kissing you, still tasting you, still smirking into your sex.

“Loki?”

A second set of lips brushed your shoulder, slightly wine-sweet, hot and slow. “Shhh,” said a familiar voice, warm and wicked against your skin.

Your breath caught as your head rolled to the side. Another Loki, identical in every way, from the curl of his grin to the glint of want in his eyes, was now at your side, stroking your cheek, tilting your chin with careful fingers.

He looked amused. He looked hungry.

You blinked at him in disbelief, but the original Loki chuckled from between your legs, voice muffled but smug: “You wanted attention, sweet thing…”

The illusion’s grin widened. “So let’s give you everything.”

“You wanted attention,” the first Loki said, sliding a finger inside you slowly, the motion smooth and possessive, making you gasp and arch. “So let’s give you everything.” His voice was warm against your thigh, still damp from his mouth, still flushed from the feast, like every part of him vibrated with barely restrained need.

The second Loki, his twin in hunger and sin, smiled at your gasp, and lowered his mouth to your throat. He kissed you there, teeth grazing lightly. “You like being spoiled, don’t you?” he murmured between licks, tongue dragging along your skin, catching the salt of your sweat.

They moved in perfect sync, one mouth at your throat, the other kissing the inside of your knee. One hand cupping your breast, the other drawing lazy circles on your clit, slick and teasing.

The one between your thighs, still the original, you thought, though it was becoming harder to care. His touch was warmer, more practiced, deliberate in a way that made your nerves light up. The second, at your lips, felt sharper, more electric, like his hunger ran closer to the surface, eager to consume you. Where one worshipped, the other devoured. And caught between them, you burned with the impossible need to be taken by both. Hooked his arm beneath your thigh and spread you wider. He groaned at the sight of you, at the feel of you dripping for him, and leaned in again, tongue lapping through your folds as though he hadn’t just had a mouthful of you. He flattened his tongue, dragging it slow and heavy before curling the tip up to flick your clit in wet, languid strokes.

Above, the second Loki leaned down and kissed your lips, muffling your moans as the other devoured you. His tongue slid into your mouth just as the one between your thighs slid two fingers deep inside you, curling and pumping with firm, decadent pressure. You whimpered against the clone’s mouth, your thighs trembling.

“So soft,” one said, lips brushing the underside of your jaw.

“Made to be touched,” the other echoed, his fingers thrusting deeper, hitting that spot that made you cry out.

“Made to be adored,” came the whisper from behind your ear, followed by a nibble that made your hips jerk.

“Made to be ruined,” they breathed together.

And you moaned- overwhelmed, undone, slick and shaking, caught between gods who worshipped like sinners, who loved with their mouths and hands and endless need. Their voices wrapped around you, and their bodies worked you like they were trying to break you apart in the most beautiful way.

You were gasping, already close, but they weren’t done- not even close. If anything, your desperation only spurred them on, coaxing soft praise from their mouths and filth from their fingers.

They didn’t let you fall. They turned you with careful hands, guiding you gently, reverently, onto your stomach, lifting your hips until you were perfectly displayed for them, wanton and trembling. One Loki pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, hot and possessive, teeth dragging gently before he soothed the sting with his tongue. The other trailed kisses lower, mouth finding the dip of your spine, each press making your skin tighten and your pulse race.

Fingers spread your legs wider and you felt the slick head of a cock slide teasingly through your folds. He moved slowly, deliberately, coating himself in your arousal as he dragged his tip up and down, grazing your clit on every pass. Your thighs shook with every glide, your body instinctively pushing back, greedy and aching.

You bent lower, arching for him, offering yourself without shame. Each shift of his hips made your breath hitch, the press of him maddening in its restraint. Your hands crawled across the sheets, fingers curling into the fabric like you needed something- anything- to anchor you.

“Still so wet,” one of them murmured behind you, voice thick with approval. “So eager to be filled.”

The bed dipped, and then one of their hands tangled in your hair, wrapping it around his fist and gently tipping your head up. Your movements slowed, spine arched beautifully, as your gaze met the other Loki’s, gaze dark and sharp as obsidian, pupils blown wide with hunger. Your lips parted on instinct, eyes glassy with lust, clouded like wine left in the sun.

You couldn’t think. You didn’t want to think. There was only obedience, only need.

He guided his cock to your lips, and you opened for him like a prayer, tongue flicking out to taste the head before he eased inside, slow and deliberate. At the same moment, you felt the other Loki press forward behind you, the head of his cock breaching your entrance in one long, stretching glide that made your back arch and your breath stutter. The dual sensation hit like lightning, your lips parted wide, the weight of one cock on your tongue as the other pushed deeper into your slick heat, claiming you from both ends. Your body quaked, overwhelmed and open, held in place by hands and hunger, every nerve alive with the impossible fullness that had only just begun.

“You can take it,” one said, voice silk and steel against your skin, the command ringing in your chest.

“You will take it,” the other finished, his thumb brushing over your cheek, the touch unexpectedly tender as your mouth stretched wide around him.

They groaned in unison as they began to move, one sliding into you from behind, slow and deep, the other fucking your mouth with matching rhythm, shallow thrusts that let you breathe, just barely. You whimpered as your hips rocked back to meet the thick, stretching drag of Loki's cock inside you, each inch sinking deeper, making your inner walls pulse and flutter around him. The weight in your throat was just as commanding, his cock nudging toward the back of your mouth, retreating only to roll forward again, a rhythm meant to make you pliant, docile, adored.

You were so full, and every roll of their hips made you cry out, the sound lost around the cock in your throat. Your hands clawed at the sheets, fingers splayed wide as you tried to anchor yourself to something solid, anything to stop you from floating out of your own skin. Each slow, deliberate thrust left you more unmoored.

They moved together, thrusts matching, building slowly, rhythm hypnotic and precise. One hand slid up your spine, smoothing sweat-slick skin with a worshipful touch, fingers pressing into the knots of tension as though coaxing you into submission. Another hand cupped your jaw with surprising tenderness, guiding your face so he could watch you unravel around him.

You moaned around one cock while the other filled you from behind, your body trembling from the sheer stretch and weight of them, dizzy from the fullness, the rhythm, the heat of them praising you through every inch. Each thrust was slow but deep, dragging along every sensitive place, pushing into spots that had you gasping and whining without shame.

“So good,” the Loki behind you growled, his voice gravelly, rough with restraint as his fingers bruised your hips. “Taking me so well. Like you were made for this. No one else makes you need like this.”

His words landed with heat that pulsed deeper than where he drove himself inside you. The stretch, the fullness, the unbearable intimacy of being taken like this,by two of him,reduced you to pure sensation. His pace stayed deliberate, grounding, as though daring you to ever try and forget it was him that drew those sounds from you. Every thrust was a claim, deep and dragging, rubbing against the place inside you that made sparks bloom behind your eyes.

“With your mouth full,” the one in front murmured, his thumb stroking across your jaw, smearing a bead of spit from the corner of your lips. “So pretty like this,” he cooed, voice heavy with affection and filth, “You were meant to kneel for your king.”

You tried to respond, tried to moan around him, but all that left you was a ragged, muffled whimper. Your throat was filled, stretched wide by his cock, and your cunt was clenching wildly around the other, squeezing each time he bottomed out. Your thoughts had liquified, spilled from your mind, replaced by the sharp ache of need and the ecstasy of surrender. You blinked up at the Loki above you, glassy and dazed, drool wetting your lips, your whole body trembling as your spine arched further for him.

Behind you, the other Loki’s pace faltered just slightly, his groan rougher now, more guttural. “Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, one hand slipping to your thigh to anchor you, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “You feel like sin, wrapped around me like that..”

You whimpered in answer, the sound wet and helpless, and he rewarded it with a sharp thrust that made your breath stutter and your limbs shake.

Hands slid around your waist, possessive and trembling, dragging you back onto him with more urgency now. “Good girl,” came the praise, his voice hoarse and strained, each word laced with the tension of a man barely holding himself together. “So perfect… fuck- so tight when you’re close.”

You cried out around the cock in your mouth, your tongue pressed flat as the Loki above you rocked forward again, groaning at the way your lips clung to him. Your fingers twisted the sheets into taut, wrinkled ropes beneath your knuckles, gripping for purchase as your body writhed under the weight and rhythm of them.

“Just look at you, glowing for us.” His voice sounded reverent now, like he couldn’t believe the vision of you strung between them, mouth stretched, body slick and yielding. But there was a tremble in his hips too, a slight stutter in his thrusts.

“All ours now,” the other breathed, possessive, his eyes locked on your flushed, wrecked face. He thrust forward again, his jaw clenched tight as he watched you take him deeper, his pace just beginning to lose its edge of control.

Between them, you burned, your pleasure mirrored in their unraveling, both of them on the brink, their praises melting into groans, their perfect rhythm beginning to break apart as you dragged them toward the edge with you.

Your body pulsed between them, suspended in a perfect, burning now. They used you slowly, completely, as though you were meant to be loved this way, unrelentingly, reverently, thoroughly. Their hands steadied you, their voices murmured praise and command, and their cocks filled you in tandem, stretching you around the edges of your sanity.

The pressure built unbearably- every muscle taut, every nerve sparking. Your thighs trembled violently, your moans wet and helpless, your eyes unfocused. Every breath was a gasp, every sensation too much and not enough all at once.

The Loki behind you growled, the sound ragged and raw. The noise rolled through you, vibrating straight down your spine. You could feel the tension in him, how close he was, how your trembling, slick body clenched around him like a vice. His breath broke against your back, hot and fast, and he muttered curses under his breath, sharp, as if trying to hold onto the last threads of restraint. You felt his hips stutter, the grip on your waist tightening, his cock throbbing inside you as he lost the rhythm he'd worked so hard to maintain. And still you rocked against him, head dizzy with heat, needing more, needing him to fall apart with you. "Gods" he hissed through clenched teeth. His thrusts became erratic, deeper, sharper, the slick slap of his hips against yours echoing through the chamber. "Yes, that's it, squeeze me darling," he growled, the edge of a snarl in his voice. "So tight."

The one in your mouth groaned, his voice guttural and dark. "Swallow every drop, darling. Don’t waste a bit. You’ll take it- Just like that, yes, yes…"

And then you shattered between them, mind blank, body seized in pure, raw climax. You sobbed around the cock in your throat, cunt clamping down hard as your body arched and quaked, taken completely. The Loki buried inside you cursed harshly as he spilled deep, hips jerking as he pressed flush to your ass. You could feel it- hot, pulsing, thick, filling you until it leaked around the edges.

At the same time, the Loki in your mouth gave a broken groan, cock twitching as he came with a rush down your throat, his hand cupping your cheek as you swallowed around him. The taste flooded your mouth, salty, musky, him, and your lips stayed parted obediently as he rode it out, panting your name like a litany.

When it was done, you felt them both pull away- first from your throat, then from your cunt, leaving you aching, twitching, and slick with their release. You whimpered at the sudden loss, body clenching down on emptiness, lips still parted like they might return. Your body throbbed with every heartbeat, clit still fluttering, cunt still clenching reflexively around nothing. You could feel your own pulse in every inch of yourself, like your body couldn’t accept that it was over.

The emptiness made you tremble harder, breath shallow and hitched. The room was quiet save for the sound of ragged breathing and the soft shift of linens beneath you. You collapsed, boneless, face-first into the sheets, gasping as the heat of your skin met the coolness of the bed. The muscles in your legs gave out completely, your knees unable to hold the aftershocks, and you crumpled with a soft cry.

The bed shifted around you, and for a dizzying moment, it felt like they merged beside you, two gods blurring back into one, the weight of them pressing in from both sides, a wall of heat and skin and scent. You moaned softly at the ghost of their touch, too tired to reach for them but aching in your bones for more.

But only one set of arms wrapped around you, strong and sure, pulling you back into a firm chest. A single heartbeat, steady and loud, thudded against your spine as warm lips brushed your shoulder, reverent now. A hand dragged lazily down your thigh, across the mess between your legs, possessive even in the calm.

"Next time," the original Loki murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face, voice thick with satisfaction and promise, "perhaps a third?"

You groaned, eyes fluttering shut, mouth too sore to argue. "Don’t you dare."

But even as your body ached and your breath slowed, a quiet, pulsing need still throbbed low in your belly. You should’ve felt satisfied. You should’ve been sated. But all you felt was the echo of them, both of them, etched into your skin, and the way your body already ached to feel it again.

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April Works

Thank you for everyone who participated! Here’s the masterlist of all the works submitted! If you want to submit your work, please fill out this form.

BLACK OUT CARDS:

Kinky Bingo Masterlist by @societyfolklore

Kinky Bingo Masterlist by @saiyanprincessswanie

APRIL KINK BINGO:

Kneel for me | @societyfolklore

Explicit | 2.5k | Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Established relationship/dynamtic, Oral sex (male!receiving), Dom!Loki, Brat Taming/Power Play, Mirror Kink, Spit, Mild Degradation & Praise, Hair pulling, Obedience Kink and well Loki being Loki (smug, controlling, indulgent, and possessive)

You shouldn’t have teased him. You shouldn’t have rolled your eyes, shouldn’t have purred “my lord” like it meant nothing. But you did. And Loki, ever the prince and predator, doesn’t tolerate mouthy little things without reminding them exactly where they belong.

Sweet fantasy | @ramp-it-up

Explicit | 5.1k | Bucky Barnes x Reader

18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. All mistakes my own. Smut! Cosplay. Conventions, lots of LOTR and Galaxy Quest jokes, Grumpy Bucky in disguise, flirting, teasing, use of "old man," "Soldier" kink, a teeny tiny glimpse of subby Bucky if you squint (let me know if you see it), then he turns dominant and feral, praise kink, bulge kink, marathon man Bucky, intense sex, overstimulation, raw p in v, copious amounts of cum, possessive Bucky, begging. This is plot with porn at the end.

You meet one of the "Big Three" at NY Fantasy Con. As Crewman Number Six, you should know how this will end. But you don't.

It’s what I’m here for | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 1.9k | Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Fem!Reader

Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Somnophilia, Omegaverse lore, Knotting, breeding kink, Heat, Praise kink, Alpha possessive behaviour, SMUT, Unprotected sex and Fluff.

Deep in the throes of your heat, your body finally gives out- boneless and pliant in your Alpha’s arms. But even in sleep, you still crave him.

Show off | @/ramp-it-up

Explicit | 3.5 | Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Ari Levinson (he's a warning), Jealous, possessive Steve, hints of violent Steve, exhibitionism kink (sex in public), marking, fingering, raw p in v, praise kink, rough sex, creampie.

Steve likes to show you off

Until I’m full, you stay | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 2.1k | Thor Odinson x Asgardian!Fem!Reader

18+, Minors DNI, Cockwarming, Public sex, risk of discovery, power imbalance, Size kink, mention of overstimulation, Thor being a tease, Loki being very aware, Dirty talk, pet names, light humiliation.

The golden halls of Asgard echo with drunken songs and overflowing goblets. Their future king reclines at the head of the feasting table- sated with victory, indulgent with wine… and utterly buried inside you.

Not until you ask right | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 2.2k | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Established relationship, Smut, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), Praise Kink, Soft Dom!Steve , Slight Power Play, Controlled Pacing, Delayed Gratification, Begging, Use of Pet Names

Steve wrecks you slowly and thoroughly. But when you want more of him, he’s going to make you ask for it. But then he’ll make sure you take every inch.

Tap out | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 0.6k | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Fingering, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Edging, Brat Reader

After saying some mean things about Steve he takes his aggression out during sex. Will he make you tap out?

Captain. My captain | @/ramp-it-up

Explicit | 3.3k | Early CATWS Steve Rogers x Reader

18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. All mistakes my own. Smut! This Steve curses, and he is also grumpy. Steve is weak for you but a bit of a control freak. Dominate Steve, Semi-public sex act, fingering, lots of dirty talk and verbal edging, literal edging, orgasm denial, Captain and Sir kink, size kink, praise oral (m receiving), raw p in v, creampie, aftercare, soft Steve after he cums.

Steve has a kink. And you have the key.

Open up, baby | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 3.6k | Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

18+, Minors DNI, SMUT… BDSM/Restraints/Bondage, custom tech ball gag, toys (Egg vibe, anal beads, dildo) Overstimulation, Toy fucking/Machine-assisted thrusting, Filthy talk (Tony can't shut up), AI assists with data tracking, clinical observation, forced openness, Sensory overload

Tony Stark straps you into a StarkTech-compatible bench for a private demonstration of his newest toys- complete with biometric feedback

Show off | @/ramp-it-up

Explicit | 3.5k | Early CATWS Steve Rogers x Reader

18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Ari Levinson (he's a warning), Jealous, possessive Steve, hints of violent Steve, exhibitionism kink (sex in public), marking, fingering, raw p in v, praise kink, rough sex, creampie.

Steve loves to show you off.

Love knows no bounds | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 2k | Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Age gap, Reader is in late 20s & Steve is in 40s, Angst, Arguing, Dry Humping, Make up sex, P in V.

Your dad’s best friend, Steve Rogers, has been in a secret relationship with you. When Steve wants to take your relationship public, you freak out and leave for college. Once you’re back in town, you want to work things out with him. Will he forgive you?

Tangled (#9) | @vunblr

Explicit | 8.7k | Cecaelia!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Slight Angst, Teratophilia

Between fear and fascination, a solitary creature struggles to protect his hidden world -and himself- after an unexpected encounter with a curious human woman makes him question everything he thought he knew about trust, danger, and boundaries.

Not ready yet | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 6.1k | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Dom!Steve, Vaginal Fisting, Gentleman-to-Deviant Vibe (Soft Dom-to-Darker Shift), Size Kink & Super Soldier Strength, Manipulation (Soft-Edged, Coaxing Control), Dubious Consent, Pleasure-Drunk, Praise Kink, Your Naive but Steve is Calculated, Internal Conflict (Bliss-to-Dread Arc),

Steve Rogers has been nothing but the perfect gentleman- sweet, attentive, patient. He’s made you feel special from the moment you met, like something rare and cherished. So when he finally invites you over for dinner after two months of slow-burning romance, you think you know what’s coming. You don’t…

We couldn’t stop | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 7k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Sex Pollen / Drugged Lust, Threesome MFM, Dubious Consent (due to drug influence), Double Penetration, Oral (F & M receiving), Praise Kink, Rough Sex/Overstimulationm Fingering, anal ply, cum play, Competitive Doms

During a sweep of a forgotten HYDRA lab, you, Steve, and Bucky trigger an old aerosol dispersal system. No one realizes what hit you until it’s too late. Now stuck in quarantine- burning, aching, and caged in with two dominant, unraveling super soldiers- you’re forced to ride out the drug’s effects together.

Extra credit | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 1.7k | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Oral Male, Smut, P in V.

You try to beg your professor for a better grade on your paper. He’s come up with extra credit instead.

Eternity | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 2.6k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vampire AU, drinking alcohol, drinking blood, smut, oral fem.

The moment Bucky saw you, he knew you were going to be his for Eternity.

Ties that bind us | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 1k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Bondage, Smut, Oral Fem, fingering and talk of anal at end.

Bucky has been sleeping with you every night for the last week. What is driving your husband to have such a high sexual drive?

Earn it | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 3.6k | Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Dom!Loki/Sub!Reader dynamic, Orgasm denial, Magical control/ enchantments, Power imbalance, Light bondage (hands behind back), Teasing, edging, and overstimulation, Possessive behaviour, SMUT

Loki returns to Asgard after a long absence to find you’ve disobeyed the only rule he left you with: don’t touch yourself in his absence. Now, he intends to teach you the true meaning of patience, submission, and punishment.

Behind closed doors | @/vunblr

Explicit | 5.5k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

PTSD. Regressive!Bucky. Mommy Kink. Praise Kink. Self-Soothing (Nursing). Past Self-Harm Mention.

Most days, Bucky is a functional, dependable, and even deadly man. Others, when the noise in his head gets too loud, behind closed doors, he becomes Jamie.

Hidden treasure | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 1.6k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

swearing, smut, butt plug

You surprise Bucky by wearing a gift he got you and he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

BUCKY BINGO:

The ultimate risk - Part 2 | @saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 5.0k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, trust issues, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f).

Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy relationship? In time who will get feelings first?

The ultimate risk - Part 3 | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 5.9k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, reader has trust issues, talks of anxiety, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f), nicknames (sweetheart and doll.)

Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy companionship? Who will get feelings first?

The ultimate risk - Part 4 | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 5.5k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, reader has trust issues, talks of anxiety, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f), nicknames (sweetheart and doll.)

Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy companionship? Who will get feelings first? Can a Sugar Daddy relationship really work out?

Avengers-Spring Bingo:

Steve’s sketches | @sunday-bug

General | 0.7k | Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers loves to sketch his favorite person.

[trojanaurora]

Gentle

pairing: Loki x female reader

synopsis: You don't think you're ticklish. Loki offers to prove you wrong.

word count: ~3500

warnings: lots of swearing, sexual tension, suggestive jokes and innuendo, possessive!Loki, minor violence (training sparring)

minors dni: this work does not contain smut, but does contain a sexually-charged relationship between the reader and an adult-aged character. I am not comfortable with engagement from anyone under the age of 18. Thank you for your understanding and respect.

note: This fic is for all the people who aren't affected by rough and tumble tickling. Who know that gentle can still be ruthless. I see you.

Sam was grounded.

So while he was strong, fast, and stubborn, he didn't have his wings. No aerial advantage.

And you were sharper. You moved with practiced ease, letting him tire himself out as he swung and lunged across the sunken sparring pit, meeting his strikes with sidesteps, well-placed counters, and a smirk you hoped was infuriating.

He went for your ribs.

You caught his wrist. Twisted. Used that leverage to hook your legs around him, then used his thrown balance to send him down.

His back hit the mat with a solid thud.

For a moment, he just blinked up at you, winded and momentarily stunned.

You grinned, settling your weight on top of him, knee digging into his ribs just hard enough to remind him who the boss was. "Tell me," you mused, "who did you say was getting their ass handed to them today?"

Sam huffed, mouth pursing into something half-annoyed, half-amused. "Yeah, screw you."

You arched a brow. "Not much of an apology."

His jaw tensed, eyes narrowing. A second’s hesitation. You pounced.

Your fingers slipped under his ribs, pressing just enough-

"Shit!"

Your smirk quickly became a grin.

A choked laugh ripped out of him before he could stop it. He bucked violently, twisting beneath you as laughter tore through him like he’d been struck by lightning.

Your hand followed wherever he turned. "Something wrong, Wilson?"

"You demon-" He twisted again, finally using sheer force to throw you off. You hit the mat with a sharp roll over your shoulder, coming up to your feet in a fluid motion, laughing as he swore under his breath, breathless.

You two weren't the only ones laughing.

Thor chuckled, amused. Bucky smirked, arms crossed. Steve shook his head, exasperated. And Loki...

Loki was watching you like a cat watching a caged bird.

He tilted his head, eyes sharp, lips lifting in a slow, knowing smirk. "That," he said, "seems like an extraordinarily reckless tactic to introduce."

You dusted your hands off. "How so?"

Loki’s smirk widened. He took the bait. "Because every person in this room is stronger than you. And now you’ve gone and planted a very particular idea in their minds."

His gaze dragged over you, slow and deliberate. You crossed your arms, lifting that same brow in challenge. Giving him space to continue monologuing.

"I mean, really," he mused in a silken voice, "do you truly want to tempt fate by giving them the notion to simply hold you down and take their revenge?"

The air shifted, and you held back your confident smirk, just to play with him a bit. "They're welcome to try."

Bucky stepped forward, rolling his shoulders. "It's futile." He shot you a begrudging look. "We learned a long time ago - she’s not ticklish."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, and it’s annoying as hell. Not many ways to get her back for all that sass."

You shot him a sly smile.

Loki made a sound in his throat - amused, unimpressed. "You’re wrong."

Your eyes slid back to him, fixing him with a look. "Wrong? I'm not ticklish, Loki."

Loki’s lips curled into a smirk. “Yes, you are.”

Tense silence fell upon the room as the others turned to Loki, confused, silently hoping.

The moment stretched, electric.

Smirking eye contact, the crackle of something just shy of violent, just shy of something else.

You squinted. "I'm not lying. I've never been ticklish. Ask anyone in here."

“Hmm, I'm sure they have tried with their clumsy mortal hands,” he murmured, voice low, rich, laced with wicked amusement. “I, however..." His smirk grew downright devious. "I could take you apart without breaking a sweat.”

Your stomach did something sharp and treacherous. The heat in your face spread down your neck before you could help it.

Sam snorted. “Oh my god.”

Bucky shook his head, muttering something under his breath. Steve exhaled through his nose, clearly regretting his life choices.

You, however, refused to flinch.

“Yeah, right.”

Loki chuckled, slow and dark.

“I’ll gladly prove it,” he insisted, voice a lazy taunt, “as soon as you’re not afraid to submit to it."

The words pushed like a slow blade between your ribs. The challenge, goading you to agree to being pinned and tested, for him to catalogue your responses. It’s not like he was going to succeed in tickling you, but submit?

No way in hell.

Your mouth parted in a scoff, heat flushing your neck, your cheeks, something sharp already forming on your tongue-

“Okay, this,” Sam interrupted, pointing one hand at each of you, “is the one of most sexual things I’ve ever seen in my life, and I once walked in on Thor oiling himself up for battle.”

You lunged.

Sam yelped, dodging back, but before you could reach him, a familiar arm hooked around your waist, effortlessly hauling you back onto the mat.

Bucky didn’t even flinch. “Easy, killer."

Loki chuckled, low and pleased, as you pushed Bucky's arm away.

“I do so enjoy this part,” the god mused.

You exhaled sharply, still flushed, still coiled tight with something restless and unsatisfied. You took the bait. “What part?”

His gaze flicked to yours, amused, knowing. “The part where you pretend to be annoyed.”

The others snorted.

Your mouth opened, but before you could fire back, Loki winked, turned, and made to leave.

Something in you rebelled.

“Hey!" You called after him. "Come put your money where your mouth is, Your Highness."

Loki stopped.

He exhaled a low, dark chuckle, then, slowly, began rolling up the sleeves of his tunic, baring forearms lined with lean, deceptive strength.

“I didn't think,” he murmured, “you'd want an audience for what’s about to transpire.”

Sam made a strangled noise. “I hate this. I hate this weird foreplay.”

Thor’s booming laugh filled the room.

"Of course I want an audience," you hummed, ignoring the riffraff. "I want them all to witness you making a fool of yourself." You stepped back onto the mat, uncrossing your arms, opening your stance. "But I’m not submitting. If you want me at your mercy, you’ll have to earn it.”

Loki turned back, and - lazily, deliberately, with a smirk that was pure sin - prowled toward you. “Very well,” he purred with a tilt of his head. “Let’s play.”

But the moment his feet hit the mat, you got the sinking feeling that you'd just walked into a trap.

You’d never sparred with Loki before. Hell, you’d never even seen him fight outside of an actual battlefield, where his chaos and skill blurred the line between strategy and sheer fucking audacity.

But now, circling each other under the dim gym lights, with him as your adversary, you saw raw, precise power coiled beneath his deliberate movements, waiting to unravel.

His stance was fluid, deceptively relaxed. Beautiful, cocky bastard. Every shift of his weight, every flicker of his gaze, calculated. You could tell he was watching you, reading you, in a way that made heat lick at the base of your spine. And deep in your belly.

So you lunged first.

In the blink of an eye, he dodged, slipping around your advance like a fast-flowing stream through your fingers, barely exerting any effort. Your body twisted, adjusting on instinct, throwing your weight into a feint before coming back around, aiming for his side.

But again, he was faster.

Loki flowed around your strike like water, his arm shooting out with lightning precision. You barely registered the movement before his palm landed solidly against your ribs - not with brute force, but a firm, pointed push, sending you stumbling off balance.

You caught yourself, breath coming sharp through your nose. He stood there, utterly at ease, watching you with a glint of amusement.

Smug, infuriatingly hot, cocky bastard.

You exhaled. Steady.

Regrouping, you moved again, but this time, you were smarter - testing- feeling out the way he reacted. The next time he dodged, you anticipated it, twisting mid-motion and using his own momentum against him, catching his arm and yanking.

It almost worked.

The instant you felt his weight shift, you knew - he’d let you do that.

You barely had time to react before he countered, twisting with impossible grace, his body moving like an under-sea shadow. You felt it before you saw it.

His hands on you.

Turning.

Your feet ripped out from under you.

The mat met your chest with a harsh thud, your breath shooting out of your lungs in a rush.

Your wrists flexed, instinctively pushing to lift yourself up - except one of them wasn’t moving. Something heavy and warm pressed you down.

Your pulse jumped.

Loki was above you, his thighs caging your hips, one hand securing your wrist above your head. Your left side was left exposed, vulnerable. You snuck a glance at the rest of the team - on your... right - he chose to test the side they couldn't see. Why?

There were more important matters to tend to.

You struggled, but his grip was like iron, pressing your wrist into the mat, keeping your body still beneath his. The sheer weight of him was suffocating, and intoxicating, his lean muscle like warm steel.

The sound of your panting filled the space between you as you used your free hand to push against his knee, against the mat, to try and pry his hand off your wrist.

Nothing budged. Nothing. Especially not you.

So, finally, you gave up the fight, relaxing underneath him, letting your forehead fall to the mat as the others chuckled on the sidelines.

A low, satisfied, hum rumbled from his chest.

You clenched your jaw, ignoring the way the heat from his body seemed to sink into yours. “Yeah, whatever. You're a thousand-year-old god, of course you're gonna win."

Loki chuckled. And that sound - deep, smug, thoroughly entertained - was infuriating.

You scoffed, and gave a snarky chuckle, lazing your head to the side, not the slightest bit concerned. "Well, go on. Do what you need to do. All of these guys have tried, failed, and reaped the embarrassment of prodding my stomach while I stare them down. Your turn."

"My turn," he repeated in a low, heat, murmur that made your neck prickle. "They’ve all tried, have they?"

His eyes flicked toward the others - Bucky, Sam, Steve, Thor - still watching with rapt attention.

"I'm guessing they wrestled you, pinned you," Loki mused, "and I imagine they grabbed at your waist, or jammed their fingers clumsily under your arms, yes?"

Your stomach clenched at the cool, casual confidence in his voice.

His head dipped lower, lips brushing just past your ear.

"But no one's ever been gentle with you, have they?"

The implication landed hot in your stomach. With that tone, he definitely wasn't just talking about tickling.

"I don’t need gentle," you gritted out, feeling the heat creep up your neck.

Loki hummed again. And then -

A single touch.

Soft. Featherlight. Unfamiliar.

A slow, wandering drag of fingertips under the hem of your shirt, gliding over your side with aching delicacy.

An involuntary shudder rippled through you, sparkling sensation travelling up your neck, down your hip.

Your breath hitched.

Loki’s low chuckle vibrated against your back.

“Oh, my. Was that a reaction?"

You tested your wrist again, his grip didn’t budge. Iron.

“I-” You wet your lips, breathing out a nervous chuckle. Steady... “If this is tickling, why do people react to it so violently? Sam practically-”

The words died in your throat as his fingers slipped higher.

A slow, agonisingly light scratching at your ribcage.

Your body shifted before you even realised. Some strange, new sensation bloomed alive beneath your skin - an almost electric tingle, sharp and shivery, not... uncomfortable but not something you could control.

You winced, feeling your own muscles betray you, your arm instinctively trying to pull down. Your brow furrowed.

Silence from the others.

Your pulse pounded as you turned your head and met their confused stares and raised brows.

Loki’s voice dipped lower. “Tell me,” he whispered, dark and taunting, “what do you feel?”

You swallowed. Your breath was unsteady. “I don’t know, I-”

You barely got the words out before his fingers slipped higher, that damnably light touch moving quicker, scraping against your skin and nerves-

A sensation erupted.

Your body jerked.

A strangled noise caught in your throat - somewhere between a gasp and a sound you’d never made before - bubbling up.

No.

No fucking way.

Your fingers dug into the mat. Heat roared through your veins, panic flickering, because something strange was happening. Your body was reacting. Your breath hitching, catching, some kind of force simmering deep in your lungs-

“What the hell are you doing to me?” you demanded, voice breathless, confused, desperate.

Loki only laughed, dark and rich, and said, “Proving a point.”

And then he picked up the speed.

A choked, gasping giggle burst out of you before you could stop it.

Your eyes widened.

The others on the sidelines looked gobsmacked.

The sensation grew, intensified, as Loki’s fingers didn’t stop.

You twisted violently, struggling under him, but his weight was unforgiving, his grip relentless.

Your lips parted, a stream of breathless giggles slipping free.

Oh, fuck.

Your body shuddered as his fingers skimmed higher, up to the skin stretched over the centre of your ribcage-

Your head hit the mat as laughter was yanked out of you. Your legs kicked, trying to gain traction, but Loki only chuckled at your useless attempts.

“Wait- fucking- you-"

“Well,” Loki purred, so fucking pleased with himself, “Not ticklish, was it?”

The laughter ripped through your throat, unrelenting, spilling out in gasping waves as Loki’s damnable fingers continued their excruciatingly light torment. The others on the sidelines cheered in pure delight as you laughed and laughed and twisted and squirmed.

But there was no escape.

No amount of tensing, no desperate attempts to throw him off, could do anything against his sheer strength and control. His weight pressed you into the mat, keeping you exactly where he wanted, his hand moving with deadly precision - every stroke of his fingertips dragging something shivery and unbearable from your skin.

Bucky's surprised scoff cut across your struggling. "Well I'll be."

"All this time, huh?" Steve huffed a laugh through his nose.

"Oh, you are definitely getting it from me," Sam's chortling threat made you turn your head away, back to where only Loki could see your profile.

Gods, Loki.

This wasn’t the clumsy, forceful jabbing of a sparring partner trying to elicit a reaction.

This... this was deliberate. Skilled. Loki had found something new in you, and he was taking his time exploring it.

And the worst part?

The heat.

The deep, simmering pull in your stomach had nothing to do with his magic and everything to do with the way his body pinned yours, the warmth of his breath, the slow, dangerous way he was learning you.

You were done for.

“Now,” Loki called to the others, voice smooth and pleased and maddeningly composed over your breathless gasps, “what exactly should I be dishing out punishment for? As long as you all have tales of her misdeeds…”

His fingers fluttered along your ribs, light and delicate, dragging over the hyper-sensitive skin. Your body seized with a squeal, then a sharp, gasping laugh.

“…I’ll keep going.”

The traitorous bastards on the sidelines did not hesitate.

“How much time you got?” Sam called, laughing.

"She replaced the protein powder with flour," Bucky offered. "Had us all drinking sludge in our shakes for days until we realised."

Loki hummed in amusement. "Clever." His fingers never stopped - the feathery, unbearable strokes at your lower ribs making your body tremble under him.

"Last week she convinced Thor that the Alexa was not only a real person, but 'Midgard's Only Goddess.'" Sam snorted. "Had Thor trying to win her favour for hours."

Loki chuckled, shaking his head as though deeply ashamed of you. His fingers slid higher up your ribs, the change in focus so sudden it made your breath hitch violently - your body arching before you could stop it.

"Oh, that’s good," Sam laughed. "Keep her goin', we got more."

"She told the new recruits that I get my hair done at a salon called ‘Thunder Struck,’" Thor added, betrayal in his voice. "The rumours-"

"-are completely true," you gasped, still somehow defiant through the breathless laughter spilling out of you.

Loki sighed in faux fatigue. "A habitual liar, too. Unfortunate." His fingers shifted again, this time creeping into the soft space under your arm-

Your laughter folded into silence.

A sharp, breathless inhale was all you could manage, body seizing as your nerves exploded with sensation. Your free hand slammed into the mat, trying to brace yourself.

Loki noticed.

“Oh,” he purred, sounding far too satisfied. His fingers didn’t move, just rested there, as if savouring the way you tensed beneath him. “I see.”

Your eyes widened. Somehow, you knew what was coming.

“I believe,” he murmured darkly, “I’ve found the perfect place for my discipline.”

His fingers twitched.

A sharp, shuddering noise burst out of you.

Then he started moving.

Slow. Dragging.

Your body jolted before you could stop it, a sharp, helpless squirm beneath him. Your breath hitched violently in your throat, trying to hold in the laughter- you couldn’t let him win-

His fingers curled against your skin in a perfectly devastating way, grazing soft circles in the deepest, most vulnerable part of that untouched nerve space, and the laughter broke out of you in an uncontrollable rush.

Loki sighed, as if he were so terribly disappointed.

“What was it you called me last week?” he mused, tracing, scratching, slow, taunting circles over every tormenting inch. “Ah, yes - ‘horny Shakespeare?’”

You shrieked. Your trapped hand trembling into a fist, tears of mirth threatening hot behind your eyes.

The others roared with laughter.

“Or was it-” He shifted, pressing in closer, lips brushing against your burning ear, voice dripping with amusement, “-‘overgrown magician with daddy issues’?”

You shrieked again, laughter breaking apart into gasping, desperate protests.

“Oh, I rather like this one-” His fingers swirled, still unbearably light, sweeping quickly over the taut skin. “You said I ‘probably cry after sex.’”

“I TAKE IT BACK-”

Loki laughed, dark and dangerous, sitting back up as his fingers scraped gently, just enough to send fire through your nerves, to make your laughter break, to send your legs kicking uselessly against the mat.

"Ah, and my favourite," Loki continued, relentless, "-you looked me dead in the eyes, in front of the entire team, and asked me if my horns were, in fact, just overcompensation for something far more-"

He was cut off when his fingers stroked, just so, against the place just below your arm where your ribcage ended, and laughter tore through you, something wrecked in your voice, your body shaking against his.

"Oh, you didn't like that, did you?" he soothed in mock sympathy before his voice gave way to a dark, sensuous chuckle.

"Loki- PLEASE!"

You had never begged before.

But you'd never been ticklish before.

And Loki - Loki fucking knew.

His chuckle returned as his hand slowed to a stop, fingers still perched threateningly as your ragged breath expelled beneath him.

"Did you hear that, gentlemen?" Your chest heaved, body shaking from the sheer force of it all, something deeply unsettled in your bones as his palm smoothed down your side, lingering before his fingers tightened at your hip, his grip possessive. "I do believe our dear girl has finally learned some manners."

Your entire body burned.

Then, Loki pushed off, moving effortlessly to his feet as if the last five minutes hadn’t utterly destroyed you.

True to his word, he hadn't broken a sweat.

You barely managed to push yourself onto your knees, your body unsteady, your breathing still laboured.

"Wait, hold up," Sam interrupted, holding a hand towards you. "Loki, you gotta show us how to do that."

Loki stiffened. It was barely noticeable. A flicker. A shift in the air.

And then - smooth as ever, with an icy calm that sent a clear warning, "I used magic," he said, holding up a hand with fingertips glowing green. "You are not capable, and you should not try."

You looked up, saw the chilled death in his stare that bored into Sam.

Liar.

That's why he chose to test the side no one else can see; he didn't want anyone else knowing how to undo you.

And everyone knew it. The implication was clear:

Back off.

Sam held up his hands immediately. "Alright, damn. Not trying to start an intergalactic incident."

The tension in the room eased as you caught your breath, but the tension inside you only burned hotter.

Loki turned and met your gaze with something solemn in his expression, something dark and wanting... protective.

Something only for you.

And fuck, you were both done for.

.

.

[trojanaurora]

embarrassment has good bones

[trojanaurora]

⟢ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

Dive into a world of heroes, secrets, and slow-burning desire with this collection of Marvel-inspired stories. From the sharp mind of Tony Stark to the quiet intensity of Bucky Barnes, the haunted brilliance of Bruce Banner, and the captivating mystery of Loki Laufeyson—each tale explores the wonder, tension, and complicated bonds that shape these iconic men.

Smut is marked with ᡣ𐭩.

LOKI ODINSON

𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦… — 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳… 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦—𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦.

𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 — 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥—𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪’𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩… 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦?

𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 — 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥’𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥—𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭: 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥.

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a/n: Welcome to my Loki masterlist! Have fun reading!

🗡 Happy at Last

🗡 Caught

🗡 Glorious Purpose (Part One)

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

🗡 Torn

🗡 Feast for the Eyes

🗡 Intertwined Hearts

🗡 Summer, Sun - and Jetskis

🗡 What Keeps You Up at Midnight?

🗡 Underneath the Christmas Tree

🗡 Personal Painkiller

🗡 The Joker and the Queen

🗡 The Tale of the Easter Bunny

🗡 Wrecked

🗡 Resurrected Love

🗡 Professor Laufeyson

🗡 Illusions

🗡 Dream or Nightmare? (Part 2 of Illusions)

🗡 Marrying a Stranger

🗡 Birthday Magic

🗡 Just The Way You Are

🗡 Change of View

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I came across some erotic art of Loki I had never seen before (bless this talented artist, whose blog is not longer up!). I just had to share with my fellow whores 🥵. I tried to post the pics here, but it got flagged. Tamest one is below 🤣

Link to artist's portfolio

CC: @lokisgoodgirl @superficialdomina @muddyorbsblr @mochie85 @gigglingtiggerv2 @holdmytesseract @thedistractedagglomeration @joyful-enchantress @liminalpebble @kikster606 +++

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As the Clock Strikes Midnight

Summary: Once upon a time, you sneak into a masked ball and accidentally attract the attention of a very handsome prince.

One problem: you’re a servant and you kind of didn't think any of this through.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, orgasm delay, oral sex, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, light Dom/sub, fingering, porn with plot (probably more porn than plot, tbh).

Tag List: I don’t have a tag list for this fic, sorry! The best way to hear about updates is to follow me on Tumblr or subscribe to the fic on AO3.

Author's Note: Welcome to my smutty Cinderella story. This was first posted on AO3, and I am working on getting it cross-posted to Tumblr. In order to preserve what remains of my sanity, I'm going to be staggering the release of chapters 1-7.

Chapter List

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI Part XII

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master list/about me

about me

I write fanfic.

Right now, I’m focusing on Loki/Reader one shots. They’re mostly smut.

Okay, maybe they're exclusively smut.

I also suffer from periodic James Conrad brainrot.

You can find my work on Tumblr and AO3. I do not post fanfic on any other platforms at this time. Please do not repost my work on other sites.

I don't have a tag list—it’s just a little too much for me to keep up with.

I don’t take requests, but my asks/DMs are open if you want to chat!

My updates are erratic. I am a slow-ish writer and I have a small child, so it can vary quite a bit.

Since we apparently have to say this now: I do not consent to having my work uploaded to AI or chatbot software.

my fics (on Tumblr and AO3 only)

one-shots

Surrender (Loki x Female Reader)

Movie Night (Loki x Female Reader)

Overtime (One Shot Series) Overtime (Loki x Female Reader) Daylight (Loki x Female Reader)

Unraveled (Loki x Female Reader)

Safehouse (Loki x Female Reader)

A Girl Back Home (One Shot Series) Wildest Dreams (James Conrad x Female Reader) Come Back, Be Here (James Conrad x Female Reader)

Captain’s Orders (James Conrad x Female Reader)

two-shots

Close Quarters - Part 1 | Part 2 (Loki x Female Reader)

four to five shots

Conquer - (Loki x Female Reader)

multi-chapter

As the Clock Strikes Midnight (Loki x Female Reader)