October 16th - Pet Names (Loki x Reader) / Kinktober 2021
[A/N] I’m so struggling to write the rest of Kinktober, but Im going to see this through the end.
WARNING: 18+, contains adult content
“Do you like it when I call you that?”
“Mmm, so-so.”
Your focus was elsewhere, nose buried in a book as Loki was practically begging for your attention. It wasn't rare at all for Loki’s attempts to annoy you, but it was odd to see him so enthralled with your presence rather than the abundance of knowledge that was stacked around you in his private library.
“How about muffin cake?” Loki teased, his head resting softly on your shoulder.
“Please don’t ever say that again.” You smiled as Loki snickered, amused by your disgusted expression. “I’d rather be called something serious, like dear or darling, or something like that.”
The God of Mischief saw through your lies. He could see that deep down, you wanted a more formal name that made you feel special, a name that would make you fall more in love with him every time he uttered it. Dear or darling was reserved for an elder generation, and was taken too lightly.
“Kitten, how about that?” He questioned.
You nodded. “Has a nice ring to it.”
“I think it sounds better as, my kitten.”
You felt your heart jolted, shivers of excitement sent goosebumps on your bare arms. Loki’s gaze traveled down, mouth upturning into a grin as he found a soft spot.
“I-i mean, that sounds nice, too- and, and, umm..” you stuttered, your grip tightening on the book spine. “T-thats a w-wonderful name.”
Loki inched closer to you, his arm wrapped around your waist. With his other hand, he glided his fingers the neckline of your dress, grazing your skin. “Although that would make a lovely name, my pet could be used in reference to an arrangement of things. What do you think of that, my pet? Do you like that name too?”
Nodding vigorously, you watched Loki out of the corner of your eye. The heat on your face wasn’t compared to the heat between your legs. What a snake, you thought. Teasing was his strong suit, and as much you tried to resist it, but you had fallen victim to it everytime. That was part of his game.
“I can’t tell which name you like better, you get so antsy when I call you both.” Loki whispered, digits traveling to your lower stomach, rubbing over your thin cloth dress. “I have a few more in store for you, pet.”
Curling the delicate material back over your thighs, a finger delved straight into your heat, torturously drifting up and down. A broken sigh escaped your lips, your muscles wanting to relax into Loki’s embrace.
“My love, put the book down. Your prince commands it.” He said, his hold on your waist secured. Loki wrote lazy circles on your clit as the book fumbled out of your hand and onto the floor. You bit down on your lip to keep your moans quiet, afraid that all of Asgard were to hear you.
“Look at you, precious thing, writhing at my touch. Your heart may want such sweet names, but your body says otherwise.”
“I-i don’t know what you m-mean.” You stammered, your legs spread far apart. Your voice vibrated in your throat as Loki brushed his lips against your neck.
“Oh, yes you do. You love to be called my little slut, don’t you? My whore, my play thing to use to my liking?”
You couldn’t contain yourself as you realized what your favorite pet name was. This was the most sinful way to find out, your cunt getting wetter as Loki fingered you, whispering how good you take him and every dirty name in the universe. It wasn’t until you were so close to cumming that he began to call you by a more sweeter term of endearment.
“That’s it, my darling, cum for me.”
You shook as searing hot flashes expelled from your body, crying as your orgasm was falling from grace. And all the while you heard was the affectionate lull of Loki bringing you back down to the ground, praising you.
Story Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Royalty, Pre-Thor (2011), Toxic Relationship, Smut, Angst, Drama, Slow Burn, Odin’s A+ Parenting, Reader is referred to as a woman and has a vagina, no Y/N usage, POC-friendly descriptors, Loki is a moody POS, Holy arguments Batman!, There is a LOT of yelling in the House of Odin, 18+
Word Count: 13k as of Part 3
Snippet: “I do not wish to be kissed. It’s too great an intimacy for our,” you pause to consider the word, tapping your finger to your chin, “unique situation, wouldn’t you say? We are the furthest thing from lovers.”
“Oh?” Loki sounds amused by your answer – and then he drops his feet back to the floor with purpose, taking advantage of your startled jump to pull you further into his lap where you can feel the hardening length of him against your clothed core. “If not lovers, then what are we?”
“Married,” you gasp, arms clutching around his neck for fear of being dropped – or so you tell yourself.
summary: Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. (Biker!AU)
pairing: Bucky x reader
series word count: ~70k
series warnings: canon level violence, biker gangs, extortion, sexual harassment, smut (18+, will be marked by chapter with *), an exorbitant amount of fluff turns into a shitstorm of angst
summary: Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. (Biker!AU)
pairing: Bucky x reader
series word count: ~70k
series warnings: canon level violence, biker gangs, extortion, sexual harassment, smut (18+, will be marked by chapter with *), an exorbitant amount of fluff turns into a shitstorm of angst
a/n: chapters will be added under the cut as I update! There is no tag list for my work, but you can follow @wkemeup-fics and turn on notifications to be alerted to new chapters. I will be posting on Sunday mornings EST
Synopsis: After teasing Bucky all week, he decides to punish you appropriately. In doing so, he discovers just how much you enjoy the newly mentioned kink.
Warnings: NSFW Content; choking, thigh riding, bucky has a mirror in his room and damn you look good in it while riding his thigh, praise & dirty talk
Word Count: 900
A/N: Apologies for the short word count on this one. I'll aim to make the other Bucky fic longer. I hope you enjoy Day Three of Kinktober!
“Look at you,” Bucky whispered in your ear. “So needy.”
His hands gripped your hips with an iron hold, guiding them along his thigh as your head lolled back. Your clothes felt too thick, and Bucky’s breath against your neck was just a tease of what he’d already said wasn’t happening tonight.
“You haven’t been good this week,” he stated in the car as you headed out for date night. “Teasing me all week. Especially in front of Steve like that…”
Your hands twitched on your lap as he dropped a hand to your bare knee, his fingers grazing your inner thigh as he inched it upwards.
“So tonight after the movie, we’re going to come home, and you’re not getting a lick of what you’ve been craving.” The tip of his finger grazed your cunt, and you inhaled a sharp breath. “That rough fucking you’ve been wanting is off the table, doll.”
You whined, but Bucky was immune to your wordless begging. He winked, and you helplessly watched a few strands of hair fall from his small bun. If Bucky was anything, he was true to his word.
And he was.
He was true to his damn word, making sure to mercilessly tease you just as you’d been doing all week. When you let your hand dance along his thigh during a meeting the other day, he matched it during the movie, pushing up the hem of your dress until you could spot the red of your underwear between your legs. When you kissed his neck and pressed your body fully against him before a quick mission, he matched by whisking you into The Tower’s elevator, spinning you and pinning you against the freezing wall. His mouth danced along your jaw and traveled down your neck, fingers twisting the thin strap of your dress until it fell from your shoulder before abruptly stepping away.
The illumination of the seventh-floor button only made your body ache more.
So when he pulled you into his room, sat you down on his lap--back to his chest--and spread your legs over his thigh, you knew you were in for a hell of a night.
The straps of your dress had long fallen, the top barely being held up by the tight fabric. Bucky whispered words to egg you on, drawing moan after moan as he marked your skin with hickies and love bites.
“Just like that, keep going.”
“That’s my girl, riding my thigh so well.”
“Pretend you’re riding my cock, doll, because this is the closest you’re going to get to it tonight.”
He jerked the front of your dress down and let his hands drift up to your exposed chest. Fingers pinched nipples, rolling them between the pads of his fingers and thumbs, as he hummed in amusement. Your eyes clamped shut, the friction from your underwear and his jeans delicious against your throbbing clit.
“Do you remember what you did before I went into the gym with Steve on Monday?” Bucky chuckled when you shook your head, thoughts of days ago far from your mind. “Brought my hand up to your throat and whispered, ‘fuck me until all I know is your hand on my throat and your cock plowing into me.’”
His metal hand left your chest as his other arm wrapped around your waist.
“It’s all I’ve been thinking about all week.” He wrapped his cool fingers around your throat, soothing the burning encompassing your entire body. “But you don’t deserve to get fucked dumb. Not after everything you pulled this week.”
A whine snuck out, and your eyes closed, but as soon as they did so, Bucky’s hand left your throat and jerked your chin to the side, his entire body following. He lifted you with ease, and your world felt jostled as he held you steady against him. When your eyes opened, and the world stopped spinning, you found your reflection in his mirror. Your hair was disheveled, chest exposed, legs spread over one thigh, with Bucky’s metal hand glinting in the light as he tightened his grip on your throat.
“Keep going, watch yourself come undone on my thigh, doll.” He kept his grip tight, and a strangled moan slipped out because the constriction felt so damn good. “If I’d known you’d like being choked this much, I would’ve done it ages ago.”
A whimper sliced through the room, and your eyes threatened to close as your orgasm inched closer.
“I said,” he growled as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, “watch yourself.”
You forced your eyes open, gasping for air as your gaze fell over the reflection of your feverish body. Your tits bounced with each jerky movement of your hips, Bucky’s arm caught the overhead light, and that tightness around your throat traveled all the way down between your legs as your eyes met and you couldn’t keep them open any longer.
Every muscle in your body tensed, and had it not been for Bucky’s grip on your hair and throat, you were sure you would’ve fallen from his lap as your orgasm rocked you. You attempted to jerk forward, to curl into yourself as ecstasy shot through your veins, but that only added to the sensations as you let out a strangled cry.
“Good girl, that’s my girl.”
You could only huff in response as you slumped against Bucky. As soon as he loosened his grip, you relished in the oxygen that rushed down your throat.
“Next time,” he murmured as he brushed the hair from your face, “we’re doing this with you actually riding me.”
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