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Gillian Jacobs (26) in Choke (2008)
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quotespile · 2 months
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I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.
Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
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funeral · 2 years
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Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
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sketchy-doge1 · 5 days
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I wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die...
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aldermoth · 22 days
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Onion cats @_Rookaya_!
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actressplayground3 · 1 month
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Gillian Jacobs (26) in Choke (2008)
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noctumbra · 2 years
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          𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞 
summary ─ a little plaid skirt to drive your boyfriend mad. 
pairing ─ professor!bucky barnes x student!reader
warnings ─ choking, breath play (?), kissing, dirty talk, face fucking, teasing reader to get bucky flustered ehehe
a/n ─ longest one yet.
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Bucky had been watching you for a while now; his dark gaze was burning holes wherever it grazed on your body. His pen was between his fingers, he kept flipping it, and sometimes he scrabbled unintelligent things to stop himself from doing something stupid─ like reaching over where you were sitting and bending you over his desk.
It was inappropriate.
It would most likely end up with him being kicked out of the university staff and would scar his teaching career for life.
He still wanted to do it, though.
It was like you were teasing him. You knew he was a sucker for mini, plaid skirts and knee-high socks, and you put them on this morning on purpose, knowing both of you had to attend a conference. You were sitting in front of him while he was on the tiny stage, sitting behind a large desk with bunch of other teachers from different departments. One of them were presenting the conference subject.
He wanted to go already. He wanted to go home, to take you with him, and to bend you over the nearest surface so that he could fuck you brains out.
You looked fucking sexy, and it was making Bucky lose it. Slowly.
He sighed and blinked, trying to focus on the presenter, Barton, instead of you. It was hard because you were looking at him, giving him those eyes that spelled ‘want you to fuck me’, but he couldn’t, not here, even though he fucking yearned to do so.
“…Thank you for coming and listening,” Barton said. “I will see you guys here, tomorrow at the same time.” He sent them a friendly wave before the lights came back on. Bucky pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened the conversation he had with you.
My office in ten. Make sure you’re alone.
He locked his phone, put it back in his pocket and got up. He saw you reading it with the corner of his eyes as he congratulated Barton about his speech and made a small talk. When Bucky leaned in for a brief hug, he saw you holding up your phone to him and nodding. He blinked once and watched you leave the conference room.
“Congrats again,” Bucky said. “Would love to stay and chat, but I gotta go,” he added quickly. “Have some stuff to do in my office and then classes.” Barton waved a hand.
“Oh, it’s fine,” he snorted. “We’re meeting up on Saturday, though.” Bucky nodded. Murmuring a ‘of course’, he bid his goodbye and left. His feet were way too eager and quick to carry him to his office, knowing you were inside since you had a spare key. He put the key in, let himself inside and locked the door behind him.
There you were.
Sitting on his desk with one of your legs thrown over the other, you were looking at him with a coy smile on your lips. Bucky exhaled roughly. He took two large steps, and boom. He was standing in front of you.
“Mmm, hi, professor,” you murmured. Bucky hummed. He placed his hands on your thighs and pushed your legs open, spreading them slowly. You let him manhandle your legs without breaking the eye contact.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered. “You picked the best day to tease me, didn’t you?” He asked, fingers pulling on the skirt lightly. You smirked.
“Thought you would like it,” you told him. “I thought… We could have fun,” you added, then. “You know, like the beginning? Remember that time you laid me down on this very desk?” Your hands moved on the mahogany desk under you. “Spread me open? You ate my pussy out for so long and so damn good, you made me leave a mark behind.” Your eyes moved onto the nail marks on the desk, smartly hidden underneath some papers. Bucky’s eyes followed yours, saw the marks and he rumbled deep in his chest.
“I remember,” he said. His voice sounded a little choked up. You looked up at him. The mischievous sparks were going off in your eyes.
“How about I show you how you made me feel that day?” You asked him. You slowly eased off the desk, held onto his shoulders and spun him around so that your places were traded. Your fingers quickly undid his belt and button, zipper pulled down before you slipped your hand into his briefs. Bucky sucked in a harsh breath; a moan got trapped in his throat. “Let’s see if I can make you leave a mark, too.” You winked at him and dropped onto your knees.
Bucky cursed loudly.
There you were, wearing plaid skirts and knee-high socks, light make-up on your face and the sweater Bucky bought to you for your birthday, looking up at him so adoringly and hungry that Bucky just wanted to eat you alive.
Instead of doing that, he leaned back on the desk and widened the stance of his legs. You grinned. You pulled down his briefs and gave him a lick from his base to tip, flicking the tip of your tongue on his slit to clean up all the pre-come he produced. Bucky moaned softly. You licked him like that for a good minute, getting him wet and a little sloppy. Then, you wrapped your hands around him and started jacking him off with full-speed.
The filthy sounds of him getting wet and you jerking him off filled his office, made him close his eyes for a moment to just get lost in the pleasure before they popped open when you swallowed him.
“Honey─” He gasped, his hands flying to your head instinctively. His fingers curled as he felt your head bobbing. He hummed deep in his chest. You dug your nails into his thighs and pulled off.
“Choke me, Professor,” you moaned. “Choke me, please.” You pressed kisses all over his cock, occasionally licking and sucking. Bucky cursed under his breath and took a hold of your head with both hands. You hummed excitedly but didn’t stop worshipping his sex. Bucky sighed deep, looked at you for the last time and watched you open your mouth as your permission.
“God,” he whispered. “Pinch my thigh if you want me to stop, you hear me?” You nodded. With one more silent curse, he slid himself in your mouth to the tilt. Your throat muscles immediately hugged his hard dick tightly, and he felt them moving as you swallowed.
Bucky groaned. His hips moved back and forth slowly at first, giving you some time to adjust, but after a small tap on his thigh that he could translate as ‘come on’, he picked up his pace. Soon, he was fucking your throat at a pace that could count as fast. His balls were hitting on your chin, smearing the saliva everywhere. If he looked carefully, Bucky could see the shape of his dick bulging your throat.
“You want me to choke you, huh?” He rasped. His breath was coming out in pants. You swallowed and hummed around him. “Alright, baby, here it comes.” He tightened his hold on your head and thrusted in, but instead of pulling out, he kept himself buried deep in there, in your mouth. He could feel you struggle a little, throat muscles spasming. After a couple more seconds of holding you there, he pulled your head off, and you gasped wetly and loudly. Your face was a mess, but holy shit, did it turn on Bucky more than he ever got before…
“You look ruined, shit,” he cursed. You moaned and bent your head to take him in your mouth again. Bucky grunted. He thrusted in and out of your mouth a couple times before keeping himself buried there again. God, the back of your throat was a fucking heaven. He felt you gag softly, nails digging into his thighs, and Bucky resisted you. He didn’t pull out, didn’t move, he kept your head on his groin. The gagging intensified a bit, the spasms of your muscles following. Just when you dug your nails painfully deep, he pulled out. The gasp you let out was louder than the first one.
“Sir, shit,” you whispered. Your voice was fucked. Your face was ruined. Your saliva was everywhere. It was dripping on his office floor from your chin, tears rolling down your cheeks and eyes bloodshot. Bucky clenched his jaw and buried himself deep in your throat.
You moaned when he did, immediately started to swallow around him as you sneaked a hand to grasp his balls. Bucky gasped when he felt the tight grip you had on them, doubling over, but not pulling out. Your breath was waning each passing second, but you were fucking loving it. You fondled with his balls, held them tightly, pulled on them and swallowed around his cock. You heard a strong thud before Bucky let out a punched sound and a choked moan, and he came down your throat. He pulled out, leaving strings of saliva and come connecting your mouth and his dick together.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, breathless. You grinned. Bucky cursed and mumbled unintelligent stuff to himself as he pulled out tissues from his drawer. He cleaned your face, wiping away the saliva and some come. You blinked up at him after he was done. You took his hands and used them as support when you tried to stand up. When you managed to stand, you saw the dent on his desk. He rolled his eyes, but you could see the bashful look in them.
“I might have left a mark like you wanted me to,” he grumbled. You chuckled, leaning against his chest to kiss him soundly. He hummed and returned your kiss.
“Good,” you murmured when you parted. “It looks good with my nail marks,” you added. Bucky groaned.
“You’re a menace,” he said. You shrugged.
“Your menace,” you retorted. He looked at you for a minute without blinking. Then, he leaned in and kissed you.
“Damn right.”
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quotespile · 7 months
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What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
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bjjandbj · 3 months
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