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luxeavenger · 3 years

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I saw you reblogged a post with a photo of a text that said "goddamn the next time you bite your lip while I'm talking to you, you're getting fucked so hard" and I can TOTALLY see Backstage Pass!Bucky saying that to Backstage Pass!Steve🥵

okay, so you and this post got me thinking, so i did a thing. and i'm not gonna lie. it got a little rough.

This Is How All Their Debates End

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Warnings: anal sex, rough sex, spit kink, degradation, derogatory language/name calling (slut, bitch, punk - affectionate)

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“Reality TV is garbage,” Bucky asserts.

Steve shoots back, “I don’t disagree with that, but it’s still a valid form of entertainment.”

“No it fucking isn’t. It’s not entertaining to watch idiots bickering over dumb bullshit, or exploiting their kids for attention, or watching rich people flaunt their expensive garbage. That kind of shit fucks up people's minds. It poisons their whole outlook on life.”

Steve licks his lip into his mouth and chews on it thoughtfully. After a moment he says, “I agree with you completely. And I get that you don’t personally like it. Personally, I don't like it either. I’m just saying for some people, it’s stress relief, or it distracts them from their day-to-day bullshit.”

“That’s what hobbies are for, man. Play a fucking game, knit a goddamn sweater, collect decorative plates, or whatever. Reality TV is poisoning people’s minds. It gives them unreal expectations of the world.”

“Watching TV is a hobby, Buck.”

“No. No, no, no. It is not a hobby. It’s a passive activity, and therefore is not a goddamn hobby.”

“Can you two quit bickering?” you grumble. “I’m watching Kings of Pain. These guys are getting stung by bullet ants on purpose. It’s hilarious.”

“We aren’t bickering,” Bucky huffs, “we’re debating. And you’re kinda stepping on my point here, kitten.”

“See?” Steve gestures at you. “Animal shows are reality TV, and they’re cute, and funny!”

“Okay, they’re cute. I’ll give you that, but don’t you think it’s a little exploitative?”

Steve chews on his lip again while he mulls over Bucky’s comment.

“Goddamn it, Steve,” Bucky growls. “The next time you bite your lip while I’m talking to you, you’re getting fucked so hard.”

Steve sits up straighter, eyeing Bucky hungrily, then slowly, deliberately, licks his bottom lip between his teeth and bites it.

Bucky flings himself across the space, and knocks Steve flat on his back. He rips through the basketball shorts Steve is wearing, and yanks down his flannel pajama pants. He manhandles Steve onto all fours, hawks a wad of spit at his hole, and follows it with his cock.

Steve groans a curse when Bucky’s hips are flush with his.

“You’re still wet from when I fucked you this morning, punk,” Bucky growls through clenched teeth.

Steve’s eyes flutter shut. “Yeah, I fuckin’ am,” he purrs. “Now get me even wetter, Buck.”

Bucky pulls him closer, so he’s towering over Steve’s body while he fucks him. He uses his vibranium arm on Steve’s neck to pin him down to the mattress.

“God, fuck yes,” Steve groans. “Go fuckin’ harder. Shit.”

“You want it harder?” Steve nods as best as he can with his head pressed to the mattress. “I’ll fucking wreck you, slut.”

Steve fists his hands in the sheets when Bucky starts to rail him in earnest. He’s chanting yesyesfuckyesfuckme with every slap of Bucky’s hips against his ass.

Steve presses his chest against the mattress, and pushes his ass up, so Bucky can go deeper. Bucky grabs a handful of Steve’s ass cheek and spreads him open so he can really pack himself into Steve’s guts.

“Fuck you feel so good around my cock. Such a good little slut for me. Always ready for my cock, always ready to be fucked, aren’t you?”

“Shit. I fucking am,” Steve whines. “‘M always ready for you. God, you fuck me so good.”

“That’s the kind of shit I expect from a slut like you,” Bucky spits on Steve’s face. It lands on his cheek with a wet smack, and Bucky uses his human hand to rub it over his skin.

Steve’s eyes roll back into his head, and he moans, “‘M your slut. ‘M fucking yours to use. ‘M fucking yours.”

“You’re goddamn right you’re mine, bitch,” Bucky snarls, and pushes on Steve’s neck again. “Now fucking come for me, slut.”

Steve barks a curse, and his dick obediently starts pumping come as soon as the words are out of Bucky’s mouth. His cock swelling and twitching, and splashing jizz all over his chest and the mattress below him.

Bucky takes his hand off Steve’s neck, and puts his weight on top of him, pushing him flat on the mattress, and riding him down. He bites marks into Steve’s shoulders as he barrels toward his own orgasm.

“Gonna come. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, ‘m gonna come,” Bucky pants against Steve’s sweaty skin.

“C’mon, Buck. Do it,” Steve grunts.

Bucky rests his forehead between Steve’s shoulder blades. He comes with a groan, grinding himself into Steve, making a mess deep in Steve’s guts.

He rolls to the side, hitting the mattress heavily. They’re both panting hard, trying to catch their breath.

“Do you stubborn asses feel better now?” you ask.

“A little bit,” Bucky sniffs.

Steve snorts, “All I’m sayin’ is let people live their lives.”

“Not this again,” you groan, and roll your eyes.

“No, no. I’m done. You win, Stevie. You’ve convinced me,” he holds his hands up in supplication. “Now, as soon as I catch my breath, we’re going to talk about you and your goddamn lip biting habit.”

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den-of-ocs · 6 years

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{The New Transfer Student}

Just a little a drabble I wrote when I was bored. This is the first piece of writing I’ve have ever shared on here, so I’m a bit nervous. Hope you like it, of you want more, please let me know. Or interested in my OCs just let me know. Thank you! 💕

(Also Bebe is @beauty-and-the-demon aka @i-piss-excellence OC.)

During study hall, Shima ran up to Rin who was struggling to stay awake while studying.

“Hey man! Have ya heard there’s a hot new exchange student in class 1A. That’s Yukio’s and Bon’s class! Rumors are that she’s a smokin’ red head and from Germany. Wanna go over and take sneak a peek at her?”

Rin perked up and looked at him with sparkles in his eyes, “Hell Yeah!”

The two of them rushed over and peeked into class 1A. Shima scanned the room and spotted her. “Look there she is, wow she is hot!” He pointed and whispered.

Rin eyes widen “Oh wow, she is really pretty. She’s from Germany?”

“Yeah that’s what everyone is saying. Gah! What’s Bon talking to her for! Lucky bastard!”

Bon sat next to her and handed her a book. “Here ya go Evie, I know you’re still learning to read and write in Japanese so if you come across something you don’t understand or need help with anything you can ask me.”

Evie took the book, “Thank Ryu. You’re so kind.” She smiled and Bon blushed a little bit.

“Are you watching this?!” Shima’s eye twitched. “That sly dog thinks he’s just going to swoop in and woo her before anyone gets a chance?! Not on my watch!” He straightened up and puffed out his chest. Rin just sat back and watched, knowing that this probably wasn’t going to end well.

Shima walked right up to them. “Hey~ Bon! What’s up man, just wanted to stop by and see what’s new.”

Bon knew exactly why Shima was there. He let out a annoyed sigh, “Hey Shima, we are just-“

Shima cut him off, “Oh excuse me Miss! We haven’t met, how rude of me! I’m Renzo Shima!” He bowed. Bon scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Evie looked up at him. “Oh hello, I’m Evelyn Roth. I’m new here at True Cross, I just transferred in from Germany. Nice to meet you.” She reached out her hand to shake his.

Shima grabbed and was going to kiss it when Bon got up and grabbed him by the collar.

“Excuse us, Evie. I need to have a little chat with Shima here, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Evie looked a bit confused but nodded her head. “Oh okay, it was nice meeting you Renzo Shima.” She waved.

Bon drug Shima out into the hall where he saw Rin too. “What are you doing here? And you,” he poked Shima in the chest, “What the hell was that? Barging in our class like that!”

Shima shrugged his shoulders, “Hey man calm down, we just wanted to check out the new transfer student. The rumors were right, she is hot! That red hair and those green eyes,” Shima hugged himself, “ and not to mention her perky boobs!!” Shima stared off into pace and drooled.

Shima saying that pissed off Bon. He balled up his fist and punched him in the shoulder. “Don’t talk about Evie that way you pervert!” He huffed.

“Ow what the hell!” He rubbed his shoulder. “Oh, Evie ay? Damn Bon you work fast.” He wiggled his eyebrows at him teasingly.

“I’m not working anything! She’s Lewin’s new apprentice and he asked if I’d help her to get to know the school and settle in that’s all.”

Rin chimed in to the conversation, “Wait a minute! Lewin took on another apprentice?! Whoa! That’s cool, she must be something special for him to take her on too, yeah? Where did you guys find her?”

Bon rubbed the back of his head and blushed a bit. “Yeah she’s pretty cool, we met a few weeks ago in Germany. Lewin and I were there to talk to her uncle. Evie was there at his house when we came to visit and Lewin really liked her. I guess so much he offered her a position as his second apprentice and asked if she’d transfer to True Cross.”

Shima pointed and shouted, “You’re blushing! You like her! Dammit! Why are all the pretty girls taken?! First Yukio gets Bebe now you get her! That’s it! I call dibs on the next babe who transfers in!”

Bon’s face turned red,” Will you shut the hell up?!”

“What? She’s hot, you can’t be the only one who doesn’t think that. It’s okay, Bon you can like a girl, it’s not a sin you know!” Shima looked over at Evie and saw some guy walk up to her.

“Hello there, I’m Jiro Yamada. You’re new here, right? What do you say we go out sometime? I can show you around town?” He smiled and leaned on the desk.

Evie leaned back from him, “Uh, that’s very kind of you but I’m sorry can’t...”

He leaned in more, “Oh come on now...”

“Um Bon, you better get back in there, some dude is trying to steal your girl.” Shima pointed.

Bon turned to looked and growled. “Dammit! These guys won’t stop will they?!” He turned back to Rin and Shima, “You two go back to class, we’ll see you in cram school.” He turned and angrily walked back into class.

Evie scooted her chair back more, “ I really can’t go out, I have a pretty busy schedule.”

“You really can’t make time for one little date?” He reached out his hand to touch her face when Bon put his hand on the guy’s shoulder. He turned around to see Bon looking pissed off and scary.

“Hey guy! She said no, now take a hike!” Jiro got up, scoffed, and walked away.

Bon looked down at Evie, “Hey? You okay?”

Evie scooted back up to the table looking relieved. “Ha ha, yes. Thank you for getting rid of him, he was really pushy and starting to scare me a bit.” She looked down at her hands and let out at deep breath. “Uh so, should we get back to our work?” She looked at and smiled at him.

Bon looked down and her, “Ah shit, she’s really cute when she smiles like that!” He thought. He let out a nervous laugh, “Haha yeah, sure.” he sat back down next to her and the got back to studying.

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luxeavenger · 3 years

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This Dog Is Going To Get You

This is just some Bucky and Alpine fluff I wrote because I needed a break from my other WIP's. There‘s no warnings, except talk of food/eating.

I wrote this on my phone, please forgive any errors.

Words: 1180

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“Sir, you aren’t allowed to bring that in here.”

“I’m not a sir, and she’s not a that. She’s an Alpine.”

“You still aren't allowed to bring a cat in here.”

“Buck, just take her back out to the bus. We won’t be long,” Steve says.

“Nobody else is on the bus though, and she gets lonely when everyone’s gone.”

This time you try, “Bucky, baby, I know she’s lonely. And I know that upsets you, but this is a restaurant. You know you can’t bring her in here. We’ll only be an hour, if that. You can give her a bowl of that smelly food she likes, and leave some toys for her. She’ll be fine.”

“They can’t even see her in my coat anyway,” Bucky mumbles petulantly, even as Alpine pokes her head out of the inside pocket of his leather jacket and bats the flap out of the way with one fuzzy paw, as if she needed to see what had gotten her daddy all worked up.

“James Buchanan Barnes, first of all, how dare you make me use my mom voice, and second of all, you know Alpine can’t come in here. So you take her back to the bus and come back, or you take her back to the bus and stay with her. What’ll it be?”

He opens the flap of his coat, “Mommy is bossy, in’nt she, ki-kitty?” Alpine gives an earnest puurrp and Bucky nods at her sage wisdom. He finally relents and turns back toward the bus.

He flops down on the couch with her, and coaxes her out of his pocket. She’s starting not to fit in there anymore, he muses.

“Are you getting cramped in there, baby girl? You’re growing up, huh?”

She puts a foot on his chest and headbutts his chin, giving a little trill by way of an answer.

“Let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?” Alpine curls up next to his leg and watches him intently.

He takes his jacket off, and examines the panel where the inside pocket is. He pulls his boot knife, and neatly excises the entire pocket. Effectively leaving a hole in the liner, and a space which could easily accommodate Alpine, even well into adulthood. He’d have to reinforce the hole he made so it didn’t rip, but that's a problem for another day.

“You hungry baby?”

She looks at him with excitement twinkling in her blue eyes. He pulls a leftover turkey sub out of the mini-fridge. He sits down with it, and she lifts a paw up, and pats his leg with it gently.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he reassures her. She keeps her paw in the air, just in case he needs further prompting.

He opens the bread, and fishes out a piece of turkey. Pinching it between his fingers he offers it to her. She smells it daintily, before deciding to eat it.

He takes a big bite of the sandwich, and makes a disappointed noise. The whole thing is just a cold, mushy mess. He takes another bite, trying to force himself to like it, and offers another piece to Alpine. She turns her nose up at it and climbs into his lap. She headbutts his stomach until he skritches her cheeks.

“Muurph,” she says, before rolling over and showing him her stomach.

“Yeah. You’re right. It’s fucking nasty.” He wraps the wrapper around it again and tosses it into the trash. She grabs his human arm and play fights with it, hugging his wrist with her front paws, and kicking at his forearms with her back, while she nibbles at the meaty spot at the base of his thumb.

“Excuse me, ma’am. That’s offensive. I may be made of meat, but I am not food, young lady.” He scoops her up with his vibranium arm. “Ha! Can’t eat this one, can you?” She flops down with her head in his hand and starts making biscuits on his chest.

He sits for a few minutes, with Alpine nodding off in his arm, and tries to pretend he’s not starving. His stomach growls and startles Alpine from her nap.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he pouts.

She looks at him expectantly, like she’s waiting patiently for him to come to the right conclusion.

“You know what? Fuck it.”

Alpine jumps up with a brrrp, as is to say, it’s about time.

He opens the hole in his jacket so she can climb in, and he shrugs it on.

This time he strides in quickly, bypassing the waitress who’d sent him away, and sits down with the band.

Everyone already has food, so he takes the empty appetizer plate. “So what are we having?” he asks, as he proceeds to steal a little food from everyone's plate. Everyone except Clint, who tries to stab him with his fork.

“Why is Alpine still in your coat?” you hiss.

“Because she’s hungry,” he sniffs. “She attacked me and tried to eat me. It was vicious and unprovoked, and I no longer feel safe in my own home.”

“Then why’d you bring the Jabberwocky with you?” you giggle.

“I was worried she may kill an unsuspecting stranger if someone tried to break in. If you can live with that, then kudos to you, you soulless harpy, but I can’t live with such senseless violence on my conscience,” he sniffs.

He looks around for anyone who might object to the cat in his jacket, and finding no one, he opens the flap and offers Alpine a pinch of bacon from Nat’s BLT. She snatches it from him hungrily. “Hey, watch it, you. The vicious thing was just a joke, okay?”

He cuts a small sliver off one of the scallops he’d swiped from Scott. Again checking for waitstaff and finding none. “Pspsps, it’s your favorite. Don’t you bite me, demon.” He slips the scallop to her, and she takes it gently this time. “Who’s daddy’s good girl?” he coos.

You lean over and whisper, “It’s me.”

He glares at you. “Don’t you start.” You stick your tongue out at him.

Someone clears their throat, and everyone looks up to find the waitress that kicked Bucky out in the first place. Everyone’s eyes move in unison from her to Bucky.

“Oh my god,” he chuckles, “this isn’t the bus! Why didn’t you guys tell me? I feel terrible, miss,” he stands to leave. “You’ll have to forgive me, I did a lot of drugs in middle school, and I’m hopelessly confused because of it.”

She glares at him the whole way back out to the bus, and he waves to her cheerfully before he climbs the stairs.

Plopping back down on the couch, he sighs, “Right back where we started from, huh girl?”

He helps her out of his jacket, and fishes around in one of the pockets.

“But this time I come bearing gifts!” He opens his hand to reveal an assortment of meats he’d pocketed before being booted.

She purrps her approval before taking the first slice of turkey.

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luxeavenger · 3 years

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In The Land Of Idiot Boys

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Summary: The Howlies get a new member.

Words: 1253

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

This chapter is not explicit, but given that the rest of the series is VERY EXPLICIT, my standard 18+ warning will still apply.

18+ ONLY PLEASE! MINORS DNI. If you hit Keep Reading you agree that you're 18 or older.

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It’s a rainy afternoon in the middle of a rainy week. The Howlies had played a few shows in Indiana, and found it peaceful enough, so they decided to take a few days to breathe before moving along. Bucky needed to stretch his legs, so he went for a walk while there was a break in the rain. Scott got burgers from a local cafe for everyone, and is playing one of the Hellraiser movies on his laptop while you eat.

Suddenly, the door to the RV crashes open, and Bucky stomps up the steps.

“Hey! Easy on the fucking door man!” Scott shouts.

Bucky doesn’t even react. Muttering to himself, he just toes off his sneakers and dives into your bunk, leather jacket, wet clothes, and all.

“Okay, that was weird,” Nat says, then looks at Steve, “Wasn’t that weird?”

“Very weird,” Steve nods. He pokes you. “Go ask him what’s wrong.”

“Why me?” you squeak. “What did I do to you?”

“Come on,” Clint laughs, “you’re the cutest one here, so he can’t possibly get mad at you. And if he is mad, you’re the newest one here, so our period of mourning will be much shorter.” You punch him in the arm, and he snickers.

“You fuckers,” you grumble, “you owe me.”

If he was mad, he probably wouldn’t yell at you. Right?

You poke your head into the bunk, “Hi Buck! Is everything okay?”

He’s sitting back against the wall with a square of plastic wrap in his lap, with what used to be a sandwich on it. It’s been disassembled, bread and fixings off to one side, and the meat in a separate pile. His fingers are busy tearing the meat into tiny pieces. So far, it’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen him do. And he still hasn’t looked up at you.

“What’s going on?” you ask again.

Then, it gets one hundred percent weirder, because Bucky takes a pinch of the sandwich meat and stuffs it into the inner pocket of his leather jacket. Huh.

You turn around and shoot Steve a look. He eyes you curiously. You climb into the bunk, and he follows.

“Buck,” Steve sits next to you, “what’s going on, man?”

“Why are you… feeding... your coat...?”

“He did what now?” Steve does a double take.

Again, Bucky takes a pinch of lunchmeat and stuffs it inside the jacket pocket.

“Um, Bucky, can you look at me please?” you ask. Surprisingly, he does. “Hi. Welcome home. What’cha got in there, Buck?”

He clears his throat. “I don’t wanna say.”

You lean forward and scowl at him, “So you’re just going to keep… whatever that is, in your jacket pocket indefinitely?”

“Maybe?” he says slowly, deflecting.

“Come on. Show me,” you make a grabby hands motion at him.

He grumbles. “Fine. But I had to take her. She’s so little. Someone just left her there in a box. It’s fucking raining. She could have drowned!” His agitation grows until he’s nearly shouting.

“Okay, well, let me see it—her,” you ask gently.

He huffs, but he opens his jacket, and scoops a tiny ball of snow out of his pocket. No, not snow… a kitten. She makes a chirruping noise and Bucky smiles at her, holding her against his chest. He gives her another pinch of lunchmeat, which she devours greedily.

You and Steve are both in vapor lock. Of all the things you expected him to pull out of his jacket, a kitten wouldn’t have even made the list.

He sets her down and she immediately starts sniffing around. She doesn’t go far, frequently returning to Bucky to headbutt his elbow, and eat some meat, pinched delicately between Bucky’s vibranium fingers. He’s cooing nonsensical baby talk to her, and she answers him with her trill little meows.

It’s the softest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

Eventually she notices you and Steve, and she clumsily dashes over to playfully swat at your fingers when you try to skritch her head.

“She’s wet,” Steve points out, slipping out of the bunk, and returning with a hand towel. He plops her onto his lap and starts rubbing her with the towel while she loudly complains about the affront to her dignity.

“Someone left her in a box,” he says again, his voice hovering somewhere between sad-enough-to-cry and mad-enough-to gut-someone. “It was too tall for her to climb out. It was filling up with rain.” He looks at the ball of floof in Steve’s lap, worry creasing his brow. “She could have died,” he finishes softly.

“Oh, babe. It’s okay,” you soothe, taking the little kitty—now dry—from Steve. You rub her forehead and she starts to purr, licking your fingers with her rough little tongue. She’s so tiny she fits into your cupped hand perfectly. “You saved her. She didn’t die. She’s perfectly fine. And we’ll take care of her.”

Steve snickers, “Scott’s going to be delighted to know we got a cat.”

“She won’t be any trouble,” Bucky starts, “I’ll take care of her, clean up after her, and feed her. He won’t even know she’s here.”

“You don’t have to sell her to me, babe,” Steve chuckles, “I’m just as smitten as you are.”

She’s holding your finger to her face with both paws while you rub her cheeks. Steve boops her nose and her bright blue eyes cross trying to track his finger.

“Does she have a name?” you ask.

“I don’t know. I was thinking she looked like snow. But Snowball is kind of a lazy name for a white cat. So, how about Alpine?”

“Bucky,” you gasp,”I think Alpine is perfect.” You set her down, and she trots over to him and climbs up his legs. He gives her more lunchmeat, she eats it, heatbutts his stomach, makes a sweet little murrup noise, and falls asleep in a little pile on his lap.

Bucky looks down at her, and up to you, and his face is so fragile. You can tell losing this kitten will break his heart. So you decide you'll be the one to talk to Scott. You hold up one finger and climb over Steve and out of the bunk.

“Scott,” you bark, motioning him over to the kitchen, away from Clint and Nat. “So look,” you say in a rush, “we got a cat. And if you have a problem with that, I’m prepared to club you over the head and leave your unconscious body by the side of the road.”

“A cat?” he repeats. You nod. You’re surprised when he says, “Cool! I love cats!”

“Just like that? In your precious RV? Are you high, Scott?”

“Well, obviously,” he rolls his eyes, “but really—I love cats.”

“Bucky swears he’ll take care of her. She won’t be any trouble.”

“Pft,” Scott dismisses you with a wave of his hand. “Can I see her?”

“She’s sleeping right now. We’ll need to get her some supplies. He’s feeding her lunchmeat because it’s all we have.”

“No worries, I’ll figure out where the closest pet store is, and then we’ll head out.”

You hug him. “Thanks Scott. He’ll be relieved to know it’s not an issue.”

“Don’t tell him I caved immediately,” he giggles. “Tell him I was furious, but you convinced me with your feminine wiles.”

You roll your eyes at him.

“So,” you say, climbing back into the bunk, “it would appear… we officially have a cat.”

The smile on Bucky’s face is absolutely radiant.

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luxeavenger · 3 years

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Get Me High When I'm Low

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: Dom/sub themes (Dom!Loki/sub!reader), choking, gagging, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking

Requested by: @vxngogh

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Three of Loki’s long, agile fingers slip over your tongue like silk. He pushes them to the back of your throat, digging for your gag reflex. He finds it and the choked noise you make sends goosebumps racing over his skin.

“That’s it, my pet. You sound like heaven when you choke for me. Let’s see how it sounds when it’s my cock instead.”

You’re already on your knees, with your hands bound behind you. His cock hangs hard and heavy in front of your face. It makes your mouth water around the fingers that are still hooked into your esophagus. He feels the flood of saliva and smirks down at you.

“Does my little pet want my cock? You’re starving for it. That’s why you’re my pet, isn’t it? You’re a hungry little beast for me. A good little whore, aren’t you, pet?”

You nod eagerly, and retch as his fingers press against the back of your tongue again. His cock jumps at the noise.

“What a delightful sound.” He makes you heave again, and bile burns at the back of your throat. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth. They’re covered in a thick, slippery foam he fucked out of the depths of the snug channel. He spreads it over his length with a tight fist. He milks his cock until his eyes drift shut and he gives a satisfied hum. Precome drips creamy over his pale knuckles and you whine.

“What is it, pet?”

“Please, sir.”

“Speak up, darling.”

“Please. Can I suck your cock? I want to suck your cock, sir!” In desperation you let your mouth fall open and your tongue lie across your bottom lip just to make yourself extra clear.

“So inviting,” he teases, “so eager to please.” He milks a fat drop of precome out of his dick, and lets it drip onto your tongue. The salty tang melts over your taste buds. You close your eyes to savor the flavor, and Loki feeds the tip of his cock into your mouth.

You seal your lips around the fat head and deliver little kitten licks to the spot under the glans that makes him hum.

“No pet. Not today. I would like to fuck your tight little throat until you’re a mess for me.” His pale fingers momentarily circle your throat, squeezing just a little until you swallow with a click.

He hums at the way your throat works under his hand. He curls his fingers around the base of your skull and he drags your mouth down his shaft. He hits your gag reflex, which fights him. Finally the head of his cock pops through the reticent muscles.

He pulls out, just a smidge, “Deep breath, pet.” You have just enough time to suck in a breath through your nose before he drags you onto his dick. He groans loud and long at the way you feel around him.

“Absolute perfection,” Loki groans. A long finger hooks under your chin until you lift your eyes to meet his. “So beautiful on your knees. You were made to kneel for me, pet.”

He’s still holding his cock deep in your throat. The world is starting to go fuzzy at the edges, and you start to struggle a little. He’s a god, so his hand is as immovable as iron, no matter how hard you push against it it doesn’t budge.

Finally he grabs a handful of your hair and hauls you off his cock. a long string of spit arches from your bottom lip to the tip of his dick. Plump tears trail down your cheeks.

“Breathe,” and he barely gives you time to huff in a little fresh oxygen before he’s driving into your esophagus again.

“You feel so fucking good little pet,” he moans. He’s rutting into your mouth a little, the dark curls at the base of his shaft tickle your nose. He’s not fucking your face yet, but he’s definitely working up to it.

He pulls out of your mouth again, and you cough up creamy froth made up of saliva and precome. Loki tsks.

“I thought you were hungry for my cock, pet. You begged me so sweetly. You said please. You don’t seem very grateful to have been given precisely what you asked for.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you sob. “Please. Again, sir, please.” Your desperation gives your voice a hysterical edge.

Loki bends to gently shush you. His hands frame your face and his thumbs brush tears from your cheeks. “Hush, pet. No need to fret.” He kisses your forehead gently. “I’ll give you another chance to please me. You shall do much better this time. Isn’t that right?”

You nod vigorously and whimper, “Yes, sir.”

“Open for me,” he purrs. Your jaw falls obediently. He slaps your tongue with the head of his cock a few times, and plunges into your throat.

He seizes a handful of your hair to hold you still and starts unrelentingly snapping his hips to fuck your mouth. Tears roll freely down your face, drool courses over your chin and patters onto your chest.

“That is a good little pet." His cock aggressively pummels your throat, making the filthiest sounds. A groan rumbles up from somewhere deep in Loki's chest. He's panting praise, and cursing in a language you don’t recognize.

“I’m close, pet,” he groans, “and I’d like to spill on this pretty face.” It’s his way of saying get ready, so when he pulls out of your throat you keep your mouth open, despite the overwhelming urge to cough and clear your airway.

The first hot spurt hits your tongue. That one is a treat—just for you. He paints your cheeks with the rest, because Loki loves to decorate you with his come. It pleases him when you service him with pearly drops of his spend decorating your features. When he’s done milking out the very last spurt you’re striped with his come. Some of it mingles with your tears and drips down your chin.

“Oh my," he breathes, "what a mess. How glorious you look. Such a good little beastie for me,” he’s still stroking himself, because he’s a god, after all, and he’s done only when he wants to be done.

“Next, I’d like to fill your gorgeous cunt, so bend over for me, pet.”

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