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HOW DARE U get me into michael myers AND make me realise i’m a monster f*cker via. eddie brock/venom. that should be illegal. ANYWAY… spare some thoughts on venom/eddie? maybe like sleepy morning sex or sumn??

A/N: Eddie Brock x Venom x F!Reader. Rough Sex. Semi-public bathroom sex. DP. BJ. Size Kink. Jealous!Venom. Appearances from other Avengers. This is absolute chaos and I am deeply inspired by how many people wanted to fuck Venom in Venom 2. Justice for making monster fuckers canon in the mcu!

“Stop,” Eddie growls. “She’s not with us anymore.”

“Yes,” Venom hisses. “She is with that small, ugly man with the metal arm.”

“He’s bigger than me.”

“Details,” Venom snaps. “Details that are unimportant! With me - you are huge - you are gargantuan.”

“I doubt she is with any of them...romantically.”

“He touched her butt. I saw it!”

“I’m sure he didn’t. She works with them.”

“I will eat him. I will eat the second and the third with that stupid fur coat.”

“You won’t.”

“I will take the coat for us!”

“Venom. You cannot eat them - they’re the good guys.”

“Then - I will send a very mean letter to HR.”

“Why?”

“If he is her colleague then he should not be touching her butt. Her butt is for us.”

“You need to really take a breather right now.”

“No. Never give up. Never surrender. She wants us back.”

Eddie watches you follow the three other men through the bar. Avengers business, he bets. He recognized two of them - that soldier and the hawk - no wait, the falcon? Whatever. The music is too much for Venom and he is pulsing beneath his skin - wrapping tight around his bones. He didn’t know you’d be here - in Madripoor of all places. This had been for him - another opportunity to do some investigative journalism into the black market that was currently running the city. He liked the break - the freshness of a new location. The wind was hot - the sky remained pregnant with dark clouds and the streets perpetually glimmered with sheets of rain.

It smelled like hothouse flowers and sweat and tangy liquor. The open-air food markets had been ideal for Venom and his unquenchable hunger.

“Perhaps we should kiss her - she likes kisses.”

“That’s assault.”

“We could ask first.”

You smile brightly at the soldier - at the falcon - before you pin the third man with a dubious glare. Still full of sass and vinegar and Eddie had liked that - Venom had liked that. You were powerful and soft and drank the both of them down without a thought - a question. You didn’t run - didn’t cower.

“I’ve seen worse,” you had said against his ear. “I’m a big girl.”

You had pressed your mouth to Eddie’s - parted your lips over his - tongue sliding along the roof of his mouth. “C’mon, Brock,” you purred. “The both of you can take me. I want you to.”

That memory hits him out of nowhere -hits him hard and it must be straight from Venom because he can already feel arousal swilling around his guts - his cock hardening and his symbiote chuckling greedily as he blasts Eddie with even more molten-pornographic images: you spread out before him on the floor of his apartment - you on all fours with the both of them stuffed inside every single one of your holes - you arching against Venom’s tentacles that have you tied to the bed - your strength coiling and restless and grinding inside the shell of your skin. You tug roughly against his black glittering appendages and - impossibly - free yourself from them.

“You got out,” Venom had screeched - stunned.

“So you can catch me,” you had grinned as excitement sizzled champagne warm all within the expanse of his and Venom’s chest.

“Stop it,” Eddie barks as he curls his fingers into fists - as he stabs his blunt nails into his palms. “Stop it -stop it - fucking shit - I don’t want to see that -”

Venom’s voice is outraged - incredulous - as if it is impossible you should be anywhere, but with him - them.

“I do not understand why you are not angrier! They are not allowed to feel the warm, tight -”

“Venom,” he roars. “STOP IT.”

“Eddie?” He hears from somewhere behind him. He closes his eyes - praying that it’s some random acquaintance from SF - anyone fucking else. But when he turns - it’s you as he suspected. Of course - it’s you. You in tight pants and a tighter top that is very unprofessional and then the quick realization that oh you must be undercover and then oh fuck he’s blown it for you.

You have your arms crossed over your chest - your hip jutted out. “What are you doing here, Brock?”

“Oh hi,” he grins with that high-pitched strain he gets when he’s trying not to fall apart or lose his cool. “Hi - wow - you look - you look great. Funny to see you here of all places - are those your friends? They seem-” His eyes dart over your shoulder to the puzzled expressions branded across your partners’ faces. “- very nice - very annoyed, too.”

Your brow furrows.

“I’m - I’m here doing a - a piece on some black market stuff - real DL activity if you - if you know anything or have any tips seeing as you have the government in your pocket? Or is that not a thing anymore with the Accords business?” He swallows. “Just - FYI - I didn’t follow you here like some crazed ex stalker.”

Your lips peel apart - your teeth white and bright as you smile broadly.

She wants us. She is looking very delicious.

“Shut it.”

(Did he say that out loud?)

Her smile widens. “Hi, Venom.”

“Victory! She wants us - wants us right this second - I can smell her. Tell her hi from me - tell her that I’d like to taste her -”

“He says hi,” Eddie manages as he shoves his hands into the pocket of his jeans.

“Just hi?” she asks thoughtfully. “Usually - it’s something far cruder.”

Eddie blinks. “Okay, maybe it was.”

You step closer to him - swaying - gliding - your eyes coaxing and heavy-lidded and then you put your hands on his chest. His heart thumps with Venom’s - fast and fluttering against the curve of your palm. “I missed you,” you murmur - your tongue darting over your lower lip. Venom groans inside him - begins to nudge his veins and flow free as he blossoms within the hard case of Eddie’s body. “I missed you both.”

“You didn’t call,” Eddie mutters and it’s not just him - it’s Venom in his mouth - asking for them. Why why why did you go in the night and just leave a note - a scrawl of text that didn’t mean anything and he had to see your face on a television screen weeks later because The Avengers saved the planet one more time and you didn’t allow him - them - to follow.

She is begging for it - I can sense it between her legs. It is dripping. We must take her - take her now - take her away. We must - we must -

“Can I make it up to you?” you whisper - tilting your head - your face so close that he can count the strokes of your lashes.

“What about your friends?”

You shrug. “It’s their case. They’ll figure it out.”

“Really?”

“They have to go get info from some mafia leader or something. I’ll catch up with them later.”

Eddie glances over your head. He must look nervous because you touch his jaw gently - bring his attention back to you. “They literally broke out a war criminal from prison without my knowledge so they can just deal with this little situation all on their own. Their big boys. It’ll be fine.”

Stop being such a twerp, Eddie!! Who cares! Let them rot!

You pat his cheek affectionately. “Plus - I’ve got a big bad Symbiote to come in and save the day if need be.”

She does! Although - I will not save those puny men unless we get a treat in return.

“Okay,” he replies - his fingers trembling as they catch at your waist - your shirt. You smell like jasmine - like the rain-soaked air that sings through the neon lights of this chaotic city. He can savor the spill of sugar from the cocktail you’d been nursing - it sticks to the plush skin around your lips. He peers over you one more time to find the soldier dude and the bird guy and the apparent war criminal staring at you dumbfounded - clearly not aware that you had just asked him - them - to fuck you. They probably don’t even know who he is - what is inside him. If only they did - if only they knew that we could tear them apart - pull them to bits and strings and eat their brains.

“Where?” he asks suddenly - his breath riding his throat. His chest heaving as you thread your fingers through his shorn hair and scratch it just where Venom likes - the symbiote purrs inside his lungs - behind his nose - oh we have missed her - we have missed her - and her soft baby-skin - her plump little cunt - her slick - her come -

“Where?” Eddie rasps - dragging you flush to his body. “Where can - where?”

She grins.

***

It is the both of them at first. Eddie and Venom. Venom and Eddie. You guide them to a bathroom in some lost corner - where the music doesn’t singe their ears - crunch their nervous systems. The walls and floor are red - violent red - reminds them of blood and tissue and viscera and it strengthens Venom’s hunger.

Eddie lifts you onto the sink - rucks your pants down to your ankles. Venom’s tongue finds the slit of your sex - curls right behind the gauzy material of your panties. He laps in a way that makes you buck against him - makes you streak your nails across Eddie’s shoulders - his abdomen. “Oh fuck,” you whine. “Oh - oh shit right there.”

Eddie keeps his thumb to the swollen peak of your clit. He flicks and swirls as Venom sinks his tongue into the clutch of your cunt. Eddie can feel it - feel the salt-touched flex of your fever-warm walls clench and spasm around the meat of Venom’s tongue. He dies for your mewls - your whimpers - the way that Venom can turn you into a puddle - can make you melt.

You come fast as you always do. You grind into them - into Eddie’s fingers and Venom’s seeking mouth. You fall to your knees and pluck at Eddie’s belt - tug and mess with the band off his jeans until you get them down far enough that his cock bobs against your cheek. You wrap your lips around him - taking him to the hilt - taking him all the way. You torture him with the delicious suction of your mouth. Unforgiving. Sopping. Flame-hot. He can feel the head push up against the back of your throat and that must be a gift - a superpower because you don’t even sputter. Your eyes water a little and his hands find your hair and there are the pornographic wet squelching noises of his cock on your tongue - bouncing and echoing off the bathroom tile.

Venom turns - appears behind Eddie - with Eddie. “Good girl,” he says in that low-pitched voice. “Perfect, pretty girl always swallows us so well. Will you try for me - try to take me again.”

You blink up at him - rounded eyes and spit-shine mouth and you release Eddie’s cock with a pop. “Yes,” you gasp. “Yes - Venom - give me it.”

Venom takes over completely - his head punching up against the ceiling - the cock between his legs utterly enormous and fat and glistening. He can make it any way he wants and he likes to challenge you - see how far you will go for him.

He knows it is too much for your mouth, but you try - you can’t even circle your fingers all the way around, but you can press your lips to the sensitive head - you can tease the slit with your tongue - skate your teeth over the vein. He hums with pleasure - his chest rumbling as he pets your hair.

“We missed you,” he husks. “We missed you, little one. You are ours.”

You gurgle around him - drool and gag. There is desperation wrinkling your brow. Sweat beading your hairline. Venom licks it away. It is a sight - to see you on your knees for them - to see you trying to stuff Venom’s impossibly huge cock into your sweet mouth. It does something to him - it churns his gut and makes him nearly find his release.

Look at her. Look. She is frantic for us - wet and hot and sweet and tight and she needs us - needs us - needs us -

He lifts you up into his arms - his claws carefully tracing along the bare skin beneath your shirt. Your tits quivering with your overwhelmed huffs of breath. He knocks his face against your own - his tongue gliding along your jaw. “How do you want it, sweetness? How do you want us?”

“Both,” you plead - shaky and weak with the rising climb of another orgasm. “Both - both inside me.”

Your fingers scramble over his shoulders - his muscles - he twists and unfurls and becomes Eddie once more. He captures your mouth in a hungry kiss - more insistent and panicked and messy than anything else. There is no finesse - no reason or grace because he wants to consume you. He tangles his tongue with your own - slips it over the roof of your mouth - drinks you down until you are panting against his teeth.

Venom returns - Venom combines with Eddie and his black appendages burst from Eddie’s back - tickle and tease you. They rip your shirt down and latch to the pert buds of your nipples - they find your throat and suck marks - brands - ours ours ours -

Eddie’s jeans are gone and he clasps you under your thighs - spreads you open. He drops his hips before driving up - pushing through the mouth of your cunt until he’s balls deep. The band of your panties cuts into the ridge of his length - created an aching pressure. He presses and pushes and goes inch by inch until he hits the end of you. You choke -

“More, Eddie. More - more. Venom.”

“We will fill you up, tasty girl. We will fill all your little holes -”

He breaches your ass with one slimy appendage - not too big - just enough to stretch you impossibly wide. He’s got you half off the sink - balancing you on a knife’s edge. Venom holds you up like it’s nothing - like you are a feather - a cloth-doll. He uses another tentacle to suckle at your clit - to flick in time with each snap of Eddie’s hips. His cock overwhelms you - pulls you apart with fast, blunt strokes. He’s thick - large for a human.

“I know it’s a lot,” Eddie mumbles as he kisses the corner of your mouth - your cheek - your ear. “I know it’s too much, but you can handle it.”

You nod fervently - clutching at his biceps - wrapping your arms around him as you press your face into his neck. Venom’s voice is guttural - possessive - it crashes into you.

“Those other men are nothing,” he growls - deadly and filled with his jealousy. “Can they fuck you like this? Ruin you like this?”

You suck your lower lip between your teeth - unable to answer. You’re gone - eyes rolling and unfocused as you cling to them both. Venom steps back - pulls Eddie with them - leaving you empty and boneless and before you can complain at the loss - he flips you over and forces you against the sink. He grasps your hips and cracks his hand across your ass.

“Answer,” he orders. “Answer or you won’t get anymore.”

You drop your brow against your forearms - your skin is flushed hot to the touch. You grind back against him. “They’re not - they can’t,” you moan - the tickle of a sob. “No one can fuck me like you can - like you both can. No one.”

Damn right. Venom sings it - celebratory and joyful and it reverberates through Eddie’s skull. It’s comical, really. His enthusiasm for you. His softness and want for this girl that is beyond them both.

Venom’s tentacles caress your back - your waist and the curve of your breasts. He teases between your legs - slipping inside before drawing back. He thrusts another slowly into your ass until you accept him - until it goes inside without a hitch. Eddie follows, pushing back into your cunt - his cock scraping across your drenched core - your velvet heat. They don’t go easy on you. They ride you until it hurts - until you bruise beneath their calloused fingers and claws and scream against the back of your hand.

One climax. A second. You are slippery down your thighs - the loud liquid-suck of your cunt and ass accepting them again and again - over and over - their pace too much - too fast - inhuman. They don’t let up - give in -

“We will mark you all over, little one,” Venom praises - soothes. “We will show that you are ours - you are ours and no one else's. The others will see you covered in it - yes - yes - do you hear that - do you hear your delicious cunt fit us - your ass take us - you wet, wet thing - you taste like chocolate -”

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reblog this to put a leaf on your mutuals head

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beefy dbf! bucky is on my mind 2nite,,, imagine wearing his red henley n trying to dom him, his big hands on ur waist to guide you, just staring up at you with blown pupils n a smirk on his slick lips bc he loves watching you struggle🧎‍♀️

Okay but can we consider beefydbf!bucky with an innocent or inexperienced reader? Maybe it’s her first time being on top and she’s not quite sure what she’s doing but God it feels nice anyway

And he’s looking at you like you’re his entire world, bouncing on his cock like a sweet little angel, gripping your breasts and playing with your nipples under his shirt but he can tell you’re not fully in it. You’re too nervous, overthinking it to the point that you’re doing what you think you should do instead of what feels good.

But then his dick slips out and you’re suddenly even more mortified, mumbling an apology and he can tell your confidence is just gone. You try to hide your embarrassment as you watch him grip his cock in his fist, lowering you down onto it again. “Let’s try it like this, sweetheart. Grind your little hips just like that, oh f-fuck yes, that’s it, good girl.” His huge hands land on your hips, guiding you back and forth rather than up and down and you have to admit, it’s absolute bliss.

It doesn’t take long for you to let out a little sob, telling him you’re close as your eyes roll back in your head with every movement.

He barely manages to get the words out to tell you it’s okay, you’re allowed to cum before you’re letting go, clenching around him with you head thrown back and if he wasn’t in love before, he sure is now.

But when you try to keep going, your legs are shakey and trembling. You’re clearly craving more, plus you look so confident and powerful now he’s almost ready to lose it.

“Put your hands on my chest sweetheart, lean on me, atta girl.” He urges before planting his feet on the bed, letting you stay in place while he drills up into you, loving how you start to meet his thrusts. That man would make you cum so hard you see stars 😩

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i feel so honored to be tagged in this! thank you, @loving-bucky-is-easier ❤️❤️ seems we’re quite a bit alike.

tagging my moots(no pressure shawties)! @that-damn-girl @that-funny-feeling-featuring-me @rebelemilu

thank you darling via @sunflowerpumpkinpie for the tag <3 and also... BINGO!

no pressure tags @aphrogeneias @icouldbeyourpuppet @matelas @lonelyvomit *smooch*

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i wanna wake up to someone softly rubbing my pussy :(

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omg idk if you’re into size kink but you should totally write a one shot of thor with a MAJOR size kink 🤤. i’m thinking reader is somewhere between 5’0 and 5’3 and thor just LOVING to tease her about her size compared to him cause he just knows (emphasis) how much she loves it.

A/N: Thor x F!Reader. Size Kink. Dirty talk. Praise yo. Smut.

He’s careful with you. He knows his size - the span of his hands and thick fingers. He grips your hips and tugs you against him and he has to bend at the waist to nose at your hair.

“Little one,” he murmurs as he presses an indulgent kiss to your scalp. “I want you.”

You squeeze his wrist, your fingers unable to wrap around the width of it and so you lie the flat of your palm against the skin of his forearm and pet him gently. “Now?”

Something dark and hungry rumbles from his chest, his touch deftly gliding beneath the band of your pants. “Let me get you ready for it, lovely girl.”

You tip your chin and let him slide his tongue into your parted mouth.

***

“Oh,” you whimper - sweet and melodic as he slowly slips his fingers inside your pussy. He’s cautious - syrupy strokes to the knuckle as he uses his spit and your slick to stretch you open. You’ve got both of your hands on his cock - not enough for one to circle it and Thor is almost ashamed at his arrogance - at his dirty fantasies of him being far too big for you.

“Inside,” you pant against his tongue. His other hand cradles your face - combs your hair out of your eyes so he can watch you. He’d never push you - shove you to the edge where sex with him would be painful. He likes to make you cum as he sinks to the hilt - nudging the bud of your sex until you bloom around his length and swallow him easily.

He frames your head with his arms as he guides his cock into you - head snagging at your entrance. You breathe deeply - clutching at his biceps as he rolls his hips between your thighs.

“Ready?”

You nod and he kisses you eagerly - desperately - the crush of his desire expanding across the planes of his shoulders and swelling in his belly. He dips his tongue against yours as an easy distraction before he thrusts inside you and he feels it - when you clench and spasm and gasp at the absolute heft of his shaft splitting you open.

“Thor,” you wheeze and he’s only half-buried. He sweeps his thumb over the curve of your cheek - hushing you with quiet, soothing mouth sounds.

“It’s alright,” he coaxes. “It’s alright - just a little more. Hold onto me.”

You nod again - digging your nails into the hard planes of his back muscles. He steadily presses deeper before drawing back out. Not enough to leave you entirely but just to add friction and drag pleasure through the slick walls of your tight cunt.

He pumps his hips - driving you up the sheets and knocking a sharp cry from your pretty lips. He licks the pads of his fingertips before swirling them around the crest of your sex and it milks more pleasure from your body - juicing you up and allowing him to push and push until he pops into place.

You’re full of him - impaled on his cock. He almost wonders if he’d feel himself if he placed his hand on your belly. He fastens his grip to your waist - as you clamp and writhe - enjoying the feeling of your body attempting to make room for his girth.

“Good - good girl,” he mutters as he tries to concentrate on not completely wrecking you. “You - fucking hells - you took me so well.”

You blink up at him - nostrils flaring and he’s practically going cross-eyed at how violently you’re choking his length. He bites the inside of his mouth - gritting his jaw as he waits for your permission.

You curve your leg around his thigh and dig your heel into the giving flesh. “Fuck me.”

He growls before he starts.

He saws his hips honey-slow as he sheathes himself over and over again. He plants his knees and bends his back as he rocks into you - picking up his pace as each new spear of his cock punches a stifled whimper from between your teeth. The mattress squeaks and the headboard thwacks against the wall and Thor is deaf to it.

All he can focus on is your gorgeous face shuddering and dizzy with pleasure. All he can hear is the liquid-suck of your sex grasping him repeatedly. The wet slap of flesh and Thor’s own torn-up growls that are being ripped from him with each snap of his pelvis.

He’s never felt like this for anyone. He’s never been this out of control and consumed by sex with a single person. But - it’s not just the sex. It’s all the rest - it’s you and your sweetness and empathy and the way you fit him.

“Fuck,” he grits as he glances down to see where you’re joined. The glossy shine of his fat length disappearing inside you. “You have the tightest fucking cunt, my love.”

He’s not terribly romantic and he doubts that his words carry any of the poetic elegance that his brother’s would surely have. But - still - your eyes widen and glimmer and you arch into him - demanding more. So - he continues - rubbing his cheek against your own as he whispers praise into your ear:

He deftly moves from lewd remarks to far more serious statements - soft truths interwoven through the vulgarity.

Look at you - look at your body take me - swallow me - my dirty thing - those perfect tits - how does it feel? Do you want more? I’ll eat your cunt after this - fill you up and lick it out until you drench my beard - oh - oh you liked that? I felt it - felt you flutter around me - fuck - it - it feels so good -

my sweetheart

my beautiful one

you were made for me - there is no one else - no one else has ever come close - it’s you - it’s you - a thousand others but it’s only been you -

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little love

summary | royal traditions have always been odd, but loki makes the best of taking your virginity the night of your wedding

pairing | loki odinson x princess!wife!reader

word count | 2.9k

warnings | smut, minors DNI, bedding ceremony, so also public sex, size kink, loki is too big, corruption kink, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, possessiveness, marking, dirty talk, praise kink, begging, darkness kink as in reader likes dark!loki, creampie, multiple orgasm (male and female), manhandling

author’s note | okay this was really hot to write and so much fun, feel free to send headcanons about this au! gif does not belong to me

The ceremony had been breathtaking and Asgard has welcomed you as its new princess. Though, the people were still very intrigued by your infatuation with Loki, and your choice to be with him of all the princes you could have puzzled them.

It didn’t matter when his arms wrapped around you, dancing to the beautiful music from your favorite bard. The dark prince spun you around gently, letting you collide against your chest as the court slowly filtered out.

You knew what was coming, and you had prepared for it. It was tradition after all for prestigious members of the court and the royal family to confirm the consummation of your marriage.

The All-Father would not be attending this, but instead would send Thor in his place. This had Loki in a huff as he had wished to keep you to himself. He had been perfectly content with members of the court watching how he pleased you, but his brother? It brought a possessive nature out of him.

“You needn’t worry, little love,”Loki brushed your hair out of your face, his hands wrapping around your hips tightly. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, to rip the white gown from your body and corrupt you on the deepest level.

“I cannot, my prince,”You admitted, taking a deep breath.”Everyone will be watching, the knights, the prestigious members of the court, your brother...”

“I did attempt to get them to forget this ridiculous tradition, but I’m afraid they are insistent,” Loki leaned his forehead against yours, kissing your nose.”It’s as if they doubt my need to ravish you.”

A hot blush spread across your cheeks, making your face feel hot and flustered. He adored how shy you got at the topic of him finally taking your innocence.

“Loki...” You whispered, biting down on your lip whilst you gazed upon him.

“I will be there every second, my stars,”Loki assured you,”Our love is all you need to think about and if any one of them makes you feel unsafe, I will slit their throats where they stand.”

His dangerous words had an unfair impact on you, a little gasp leaving your lips as he tugged you closer. You knew Loki was dark, dangerous, and even bad. Yet, you were drawn to it. He threatened people on your behalf and you knew it was wrong, but his protectiveness and the lengths he would go for you just make you want to kiss him.

“You promise?”You smiled shyly, leaning up on your tippy toes to meet his lips. He smirked into your mouth, his tongue expertly working you over. He swallowed your whines, his fingers digging into the pure white fabric.

“Look like the bride and groom are ready for their ceremony!”Thor bellowed, throwing his jug down as the people cheered.

Loki pulled away from you gently, kissing your nose and sending you a mischievous smile,”Tell me, little love, are you ready for me to take you to bed, to ruin you for any other man?”

You leaned in close, making sure that only he could hear the words that you uttered,”Yes, my king.”

Loki groaned at your words, licking his lips before he scooped you up in his arms. He lifted you with ease, carrying you back to his chambers which the maids had been preparing.

The small crowd followed him, Thor drunkenly leading the pack as the others took their jobs as witness more seriously. You had recognized all of them, the nobles that helped council the king, two ambassadors from your country of origin, and a prestigious knight that would be your guard for the night.

The bed in Loki’s chambers is different than usual, the emerald green sheets cover the plush mattress, but the bed is concealed with a tulle curtain that does not give much privacy.

Loki set your feet back on the ground, kissing you passionately for everyone to see. The viewers are remarkably quiet, giving you and your husband as much privacy as possible.

You had almost forgotten them until he pulled away from you, admiring the look of how your lips were beginning to swell already. He leaned forward, taking his teeth over your bottom lip. It makes a mewl escape your lips, uttering his name under your breath.

“Loki.”

“ I’ve got you, love,” Loki whispered assurance, his lips falling to your jaw line, then your neck, and shoulders. His hands come over the swell of your breasts, dipping his fingers between your cleavage to grasp the fabric of your dress. A rip echoed in the room as he tore apart the dress.

You gasped, eyes fluttering shut as his lips attack your freed breasts. He’s all over you, leaving marks on your chest, your neck, and your jaw. When you open your eyes, they fall on the viewers watching you. It makes you squeak in shyness, wanting to hide from their gaze.

Loki removed the rest of your dress slowly as he assured you,”Ignore them, my love,”He whispered,”Focus on me, I’m all that matters, okay?” He tilted your head up with fingers hooked under your chin. His lips collided against your own and you did forget about the prying eyes as he picked up your nude frame.

Loki tossed you on the bed gently, climbing over you to hover above you. He placed himself perfectly to where you couldn’t see the people watching your most intimate moment. All you could see was him, and all they could see was him. You were completely shielded by his body.

His fingers traced over every nerve on your body, making your quiver and whine. Nipples hardened under his touch as he pressed soft kisses to each of your breasts.

Loki didn’t mind the eyes on him, not when he was about to claim you as his in front of all the people who swore he didn’t deserve you. He wanted them to know, to hear you call out his name and fall apart for him. Loki wished to gloat at his triumph of finding such a perfect wife that any man would desire. He had you, you were his, and now everyone would lay witness to him taking you forever.

He used his seidr to remove his own clothes, making your breath hitch when he finally appeared before you completely exposed.

Loki was breathtaking, his toned chest was perfect sculpted and bare. He had just enough muscle to notice, but not enough that he felt to overpowering. No, he had power in a different way. In the way that he could whisper in your ear and have you following his demands with his charm. He had power over you like no other being, and you would willing submit to him if he asked. You would kneel for him.

You are quite taken with him, your hands exploring his chest and arms while your eyes fall lower. Just a glimpse at his erection, and you are a puddle of arousal and nerves.

His cock was throbbing, big and overwhelming as your mouth watered at the sight. You could feel the heaviness of it resting on you exposed tummy. It was huge compared to your frame, and you had no idea how you could possible take something so big.

“My prince,”You gasped, biting down on your lip as he gazed down at you.”I don’t think you’ll fit.”

“Oh’ don’t worry, my stars, I’ll get nice and ready, and I’ll make you feel otherworldly...and don’t be quiet, want everyone to hear who you belong to,” Loki replied darkly, his eyes flickering over to the crowd concealed by a veil around the bed.

His two fingers delve into your seeping quim, making your body arch against him at the sudden prodding at your walls. “Oh!”

“That’s it, little one, I want to hear every single little moan of pleasure, show these fine people who you belong to, how well I treat my princess,” He whispered hotly against your skin. His lips are cool against the heat of your face as he massaged his fingers into you.

His thumb just barely touches that little sensitive pearl that he knows so well. He’s spent many nights with his lips pressed against your sweet cunt. Even now, your face went hot with shame at how you sounded, how much you craved his darkness, his roughness, and just him.

“Ah—“You gasped out, fingers raking over his chest as you arched your back off the mattress.

“You’re doing so well, little love, just let go, no need to be shy,”Loki grunted, using his fingers to scissor you open for him. He pushed deeper, massaging that sweet spot that made more obscenities fall from your pretty lips.”Such an innocent princess, ‘m going to ruin that. You want that? You want my cock, love?”

Tension built in your abdomen, face flushed with heat while you threw your head back against the soft pillows.

Loki added a third finger, smirking at how tight you felt around him. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock in your soaking quim.

You couldn’t find your words, pure bliss on verge of washing over you. It was close, you were so close, and he knew it.

“All you have to do is ask, princess, and I’ll make you see stars,”Loki taunted, his lips finding your breasts and nipped at your perky nipples.

“Oh—please!”You begged for him, your orgasm washing over you like tidal waves as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked your juices clean off his digits.”Loki, please, my prince, I want you, all of you...”

To hear someone so innocent and pure begging for his cock was music to his ears. He smirked darkly, pumping his impressive length in his hand before nudging it at your tight entrance.

“Remember to breathe, little love,” He whispered, draping his body over yours. You were pressed tightly together, his massive frame overtaking yours. His lips collided against yours while he pushed forward into your soaping cunt.

The stretch was almost painful, but in a more pleasurable way. You liked how his cock invaded your pussy, splitting you apart like nothing ever before.

Loki took his time, pushing in inch by inch as his kisses distracted you from the burning sensation. You feel so full, tears brimming your eyes in both pain and pleasure mixed when he’s buried to the hilt.

Your head has fall completely back, mouth hanging open as you blink away the tears. You feel odd, in a good way, like you could feel every part of him.

“I love you,” You choked out, grabbing Loki by the neck to pull his lips back down on yours.

He nipped at your lip playfully with a mischievous look,”I love you too.”

Loki was breathless, your quim squeezing him so tight that he thinks he might combust. It’s everything he’s ever wanted, deep inside you with you a mess underneath him.

He leaned up carefully to glimpse at where your sexes met, to feast upon how your tight cunt wrapped around him. Loki groaned, his hand coming over your stomach where his cock protruded.

“Oh, little love,” Loki growled,”Look at that, you see how deep I am? Can see my cock deep in your guts,” He hummed and it makes you roll your hips, ready for him to ruin you. It ripped a moan from him,”You like that, hm? You love being full of your prince?”

You nodded, nails dragging over his shoulder when he pulled his hips back before snapping forward. You let out an filthy moan, filling the silence in the room. The face you make is almost enough to make him cum, but he controlled himself.

Loki drove his hips forward harshly, tongue and teeth clashing messily as he fucked into you. He slammed his cock into your cunt in a vicious motion, making your breasts bounce under him.

His cock was so deep, it was hitting all the right spots. Your quim clenched and squeezed him, welcoming the intrusion happily.

“This tight little quim belongs to me, little love,”Loki raised out hotly, orgasm building quickly.”Those moans are mine, this precious precious princess is for me only, isn’t that right, darling?”

“Y-yes, Loki!” You sobbed out, the pleasure of his relentless pace ripping through you like stars burning in the universe. You felt on fire, bliss burning through your viens as your body spasms under his.”’m yours, my prince, ‘m yours.”

Loki can’t take it anymore, he spilled his seed inside you. His cock pulsing as he continued to thrust carefully into you while he coated your walls.

He kissed you, taking whatever breath you had left away in a feverish clash of love. You reek of sex, covered in sweat from your passionate lovemaking.

Loki turned to look at the crowd watching them,” Get out!” He demanded, which they all promptly listen to.

“Thank you,”You whispered finally while he kissed your tears of pleasure away. You felt safer now that you were alone, like you could finally enjoy your marriage now that you didn’t have other people hovering over both of you.

“You did so good for me,” Loki uttered, hands running down your sensitive body. He bit down on his lip, already feeling his cock harden again at the sight of you so wrecked for him.

He rolled his hips into your tight, fucked cunt and it makes you whimper from overstimulation. You run your hands over his chest, smiling up at him shyly,”Already?”

“‘m gonna fuck you till you see stars, remember, little love?” Loki whispered, kissing your jaw line again. It’s littered with marks, making Loki feel powerful.”Would you like that? Want me to fuck into the sheets until you can’t even walk?”

Loki watched the flustered look on your face, the near shame you felt when he talked like that. He could feel your cunt pulse around him. He pulled out of you, flipping you over on your stomach.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling your hips up. With your ass on display for him, he groaned at the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy.

Loki lined himself back up, pushing back into your seeping cunt. He goes in easily with your slick and his cum. Squelching echoed in the chambers, your pussy desperately clinging to his cock as he rammed into you.

You can’t help how good you feel, tears pricking at the intense pleasure that riddled your body. You were so fucked, overly sensitive quim and sweaty body. Your fists clutch the sheets as you push back into his cock eagerly.

His pace was hard and fast,”’Atta girl,” Loki praised, which only made you push back for more,”Already needy for my cock, ‘m make a little whore out of you, princess.”

You wanted to feel him like this always, his cock reaching new depth in this position with each unforgiving thrust. The sound of skin slapping against each other was dirty, making Loki feel like he was corrupting you even further.

He liked watching your body tremble, your eagerness to get more for him, and your submission. You let him use you, his hands gripping your hips as leverage to fuck you into the mattress.

Your face was smashed into the sheets, lips parted permanently as moans and whines filled the room. You were not quiet, anyone in the corridor could hear how you belonged to your husband.

“Oh, love, ‘m gonna fill you up,” Loki groaned with a smirk,”Gonna be soaking in my seed, is that what you want?”

“Yes, yes!”You mewled, vision blurring when Loki’s fingers found your overused cunt and rubbed your clit to milk that third orgasm from you.

“Cum with me, princess,” Loki commanded just as you melt into the sheets, not longer to control your muscles. He painted your quim with his seed once again, making you feel so full of him as he pulled out to give you a break.

He manhandled you, turning your body back over before he pinned you to the bed. Loki kissed you heatedly, his arms holding you close as you whined into him.

You pull away blissfully, out of breath and spacey. Loki can’t help but feel proud of himself, seeing his pretty, innocent princess so fucking ruined.

“How do you feel, little love?” Loki asked, his hands caressing your face gently.

“Like the universe exploded in me, feels...so good,”You uttered out, going to rest your head on his chest once he fell onto the bed beside you.

“Me too,” Loki grinned happily, kissing your forehead.”Let me clean you up before you sleep, my darling.”

You listened to him, letting him bathe and dress you in one of his silk shirts before pulling you against his chest under the warm blankets.

You loved being married to this magnificent prince, your love, your god, and your husband.

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Just a little taste

Summary: Bucky wasn't done with you, all he wants is one more taste.

Pairing: Needy Beefy Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral f receiving, maturation.

A/n: Written on my phone.

Bucky knows he can't spend all day between your thighs.

He knows that.

His rational brain also knows that you didn’t take away his sweet pussy on purpose.

He knows this.

But you still took her away from him.

Before he was done.

You know that your pussy belongs to him.

He knows that.

You give him something so sweet and good and tight and in return, he gives you intense orgasms. That’s the deal.

Which is why you can’t snatch his pretty pussy from him before he's done.

You know better.

Ten minutes ago.

“Love the way you ride me, peach, just like that, s’good” Bucky groans appreciatively, crystalline eyes mesmerized by the way you’re fucking yourself on his cock.

Pleasure wraps tight around his spine, your slick walls clamping down like a tight wet fist tighter and tighter with each roll of your hips.

Bucky can't stop staring at you, a litany of praises spilling from his lips, his words slurring together.

You’re so wet for me Peach and fuck you're tight.

Feel so good, you feel-fuck. S’good.

Taking me so fucking good.

You’re so close, so so close, the pressure in your belly is on the verge of snapping. Your hands splay on his warm, heaving chest, his own hands loosely curved around your hips. Letting you take control, waiting until you cum to split your pussy in two.

So close. You’re right there-

The familiar, annoying jingle of your impending zoom meeting cuts through the salacious sloshing and moaning.

You go still. Ignoring his frantic huff of dont stop, you grab his wrist and turn his black watch around.

The shrill tune continues. It's not noon. Nononono you have fifteen more minutes.

You are-were-so fucking close. A groan rumbles in your throat, resent replacing your ruined orgasm.

With a deep sigh, you look down at Bucky, pursing your lips apologetically. His finger, warm and cool, flex and grip your hips, desperation bleeding through his bruising hold.

“No peach,” he murmurs mournfully. “They can wait. I can’t.” He’s telling the truth. Bucky needs your pussy, his feral eyes focused on your joined bodies.

You don’t want to leave him but you have to. You climb off him, his large throbbing cock slides out of you, leaving you empty and cold. Bucky suppresses a whimper, his hand grabbing his cock, a poor replacement for your tight, wet heat.

He smears your slick over him, making a distressed sound in the back of his throat when you bend over to grab your discarded panties off the living room floor, giving him an unobstructed view of your pussy.

His tongue, wet and pink, reflexively lashes out across his swollen bottom lip, his mouth watering as he gazes at your glistening cunt. He balefully snatches your panties from your hands, his other hand firmly pumping his cock.

“Bucky,” you breathe, oh oh he's wrapping them around his cock, softly moaning your name. Your clit throbs at his sheer neediness for you.

Do you have to go to this meeting?

The stupid persistent jingle and the thoughts of your boss calling you to talk about your performance says yes.

“As soon as I’m done, I’ll let you do whatever you want.”

You let him keep your panties, instead focusing on grabbing your shirt off the lamp at least its not wrinkled. You shove your arms into the sleeves, pulling it over your head and make your way over to your desk in the corner of the living room, the laptop facing the window. Plopping in your chair, you take a peek at your reflection compact mirror you keep by your laptop.

You look-well fucked and sweaty- you smooth stray hairs back, and wipe your forehead off with the bottom of your shirt.

Now you look, well fucked but not sweaty- you cringe at yourself before snapping the mirror shut.

At least your notes are prepped and ready to go. Taking a deep breath, you roll your shoulders and clear your throat.

And you connect.

Now

“Good afternoon,” your boss sings, way too cheerful for a mandatory work meeting on your one day off. Your coworkers chiming in with various levels of energy. You plaster on a grin, already knowing that this entire thing could have been an email and you could still be riding his cock.

There’s a round of painful small talk initiated by your bubbly coworker-if you could strangle Clarice you would. This woman drags out every damn meeting, the urge to shake your screen and yell, lets get this shit over with lingers in your throat.

Instead, you nod and smile.

Your pained expression says oh god shut the fuck Clarice, we dont want to tell you about our weekends.

It's not like you can say 'I fucked my man on every surface of the house including the kitchen table until he turned me into his personal creampie, that’s what I did this weekend.' HR might frown on that.

“Oh, I just stayed home, did some cardio, made a pie,” you reply when they all look at you.

You struggle to maintain your professional face. Its why you didn’t notice Bucky getting up from his position on the couch or see him walking towards you, his cock in one hand and his phone in the other.

Your phone flashes. Out of your peripheral vision, you see Bucky’s face on the screen. Discreetly lifting the side up, your breath hitches.

Please let me eat your pussy.

Your eyes flicker over your laptop and you almost choke on your spit. Bucky is sauntering towards you, pumping his thick cock, the angry red swollen tip leaking beads of precum. His mouth open, soft huffed breaths slipping past his lips. He mouths your name and your thighs clench together in response. His eyes only leave yours to send another text.

Please let me.

Subtly shaking your head, you drop your gaze back to the safety of your computer. You have to get through this meeting.

You have to.

Please.

I need it.

Cant cum until you do.

That last one has your stomach fluttering, memories have him whispering raspy and frantic in your ear, one more Peach, give me one more, need ya to cum for me, be good to me and let me feel ya. Bucky never finishes before you.

Never.

A silence falls over the room.

You blink, realizing everyone’s eyes are on you. Your boss. Coworkers. Bucky's blue eyes. You glance at their faces, trying to remember what they’re talking about. Reports? Project? Sweat beads along your forehead.

Shitshitshit.

“Uh yeah, I agree, we should do that.” you say hopefully, sounding more confident than you feel. It must have been the right response because, your boss nods, flashing a bright smile. Your coworker in the upper left corner takes over the conversation.

You sag in your seat, a rush of cool relief moving through your chest.

Until you see Bucky is no longer in front of you.

Where is he?

Your eyes sweep the room. Another message flashes on your phone.

She’s so pretty, peach.

Warm hands slide up and around your calves, lips, soft soft lips, pepper kisses up your knee. Oh fuck, a fresh wave of slick pours out of your throbbing pussy. He groans a hurried yes peach that you feel more than hear, his lips smoothing across your skin. Oh fuck. Your spine straightens and your jaw locks.

Clearing your throat, you smile and nod, melting behind your smile. Shut the fuck up Clarice, let this meeting end, stop asking questions

Fuckfuckfuck.

His lips press into your inner thigh, smell so good, he whispers, under his breath, just low enough for you to hear, his fingers tracing patterns in your skin, spreading your thighs wider and wider until your pussy is in front of his face. Bucky nips your skin and you hide your stuttered moan by pretending to rub your eye ducking your head.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, his fingers spreading your pussy. “I need to taste you, gotta taste you pretty girl.”

You lock eyes with Bucky, his darkening blues are blown with a feral lust, oh he’s going to eat your pussy and you're going to let him. The sounds of laughter filter through your speakers, snapping your head up, you laugh a second behind the group

His wet and warm tongue licks up from your entrance to your clit. Oh god, you immediately cover your mouth, faking a cough. Tilting your chin to the side, you briefly close your eyes,

ohohgodfuck

Bucky slides his hands under your hips and he lifts you up. He inhales you, large dry palms on your inner thighs spreading you even wider. He nudges his tongue through you, savoring you. Soft and slow and sweet. Your taste exploding on his tongue. Your voice floats above him, in control and steady and it makes him grin.

Bucky flattens his tongue, gliding it from your slit up up up to your clit. He blows lightly on your soaked pussy, your thighs quiver and he does it again. He watches more your sweet slick gush out, soaking your seat. “Gonna clean you up peach.”

“Y-yes I’ll have it done by the fourth,” you’re still speaking but he detects the waver in your voice.

Good girl.

Bucky tries to be quiet, he really does but he's a sloppy eater. Long thick licks intertwined with soft sucks on your pulsating clit, his moans muffled vibrating with each flick of his tongue.

Waves of intense blinding pleasure surges through you, your belly tensing as the urge to clamp your thighs around his head and ride his face spirals out of control.

You bite your lip, tamping down your choked sobs, oh god you're close again. His tongue feels so damn good, tears burn your eyes. You glance down and a cry almost rips through your chest, he has his hand rapped around his cock, stroking his thick length as his lips wrap around your clit.

"What do you think?"

Your eyes flit up, everyone is looking at you. Your smile stretches painfully across your face, you don't trust your voice, if you open your mouth you're going to scream his name, you know you will. You nod, your hands moving to his hair.

Don't stop, please don't stop.

"Alright, then if no one else has any questions, we can finish up."

Clarice opens her mouth and you glare at her. The heat from your gaze pierces through the screen. "Uh never mind," she splutters, "I'll email you."

Yes the fuck you will.

"Thank you, have a great day, buh-bye," you rush out, hitting end. Slamming your laptop shut, you drop your head back and let out a thin wail.

"Oh god yes," you chant, grinding your pussy on his face. The pressure snaps, unleashing sultry sensations through you and stars dotting your blurry vision.

Buckys eyes roll back, his mouth sliding off of you, a grunt rumbling in his chest as he cums, thick hot ropes of his cum spilling over his hand.

You go limp in your chair, almost sliding off it. Bucky pushes you back, climbing from under the desk. He gives you a satisfied grin, wiping his chin off.

"Enjoy your meeting peach?"

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