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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Quiet Down

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to wear that.

Warnings: 18+. Smut.

Words: 2,OOO

Unable to lie to yourself and feign your excitement any longer, you blow up your cheeks and breathe out a large puff of air, sitting up straight on your chair after zipping your heels to your ankles. The energy you had when you started dating again has long faded, and you have gotten so magnificently bored that not even the nerves get to you anymore.

You are this close to wearing sweatpants to your next date.

But you are desperate for a man-induced orgasm, so you suck up the uncomfortableness of your current outfit and push to a stand. Grasping your lipstick, you walk over to your body length mirror and re-apply it to your lips.

Flinching slightly when you hear a thump on your bedroom door, you turn around to watch it open, only to see it’s Bucky sneaking in. As you turn back to your reflection, Bucky looks you up and down, closes the door behind him and takes a seat at the edge of your bed, the mattress sinking underneath the weight of his muscles.

“Wow. Those outfits of yours are getting sluttier.” He retorts, sounding slightly impressed and amused “Going naked next time?”

You repress a smile, roll your eyes and throw a pillow from the nearest chair in his direction, which he catches with ease as he lets out a chuckle. You are used to comments like these, but you won’t let it slide too easily.

“Actually debating on wearing sweatpants next time, since these outfits are not paying off.” You complain and roll your lipstick back in, closing the lid and slipping it into your purse. “What do you want?”

Bucky takes in your words and quickly processes them before leaning back on his hands as you turn back to him “We’re going to watch a movie, but we need the Netflix password. Sam and Carol said you had it.”

You nod and quickly scribble it on a note before handing it to him, before grabbing one of your favourite necklaces and stepping over to the mirror once more. Bucky shoves the paper into his back pocket and slowly walks over to you, looking at you through the mirror as you struggle with the clasp in your neck.

“This outfit is way too revealing, you know. You have to leave some for the imagination.” He murmurs and swats your hands away as he starts fumbling with the clasp himself.

A faint alarm is ringing in your head at the intimacy of his hands in your neck and his breath fanning over your skin, but you remain blissfully ignorant.

Your shoulders sink down in defeat and you watch him focus on the necklace through the mirror, his tongue darted out slightly to put all his attention towards the tiny lock.

“Bucky, the men I encounter on these dates barely have enough braincells to show up.” You retort and he snorts “I can’t rely on their ability to use their imagination.”

Bucky curses under his breath when the necklace won’t do his bidding and before you can ask him why it is taking so long, his curious eyes stare at your reflection and he cocks his head with mischief in his eyes.

Slowly, but too fast for you to stop it, his vibranium fingers wrap around your throat and you instinctively raise your chin and bump back into his chest as the digits add pressure to your skin.

“Buck-”

“My hand looks much better around your throat, don’t you think?”

Where the sudden shift comes from, you have no idea, but it makes the hairs on your body stand upright. Back pressed into his front as his fingers roll lightly into your flesh as if to taunt the pressure he enforces, your throat goes dry as you look at his eyes.

His other hand grabs your hip and that is also when you feel a light bulge press into your back. Some very faint part of you is screaming at you to ask him what the hell he is doing, but the majority of your body is so desperate for relief that you can’t argue your roommate being the wrong choice.

But Bucky had always been respectful, frustratingly so. Sure, both you and him were brutally honest to each other and threw around filthy compliments like you did disgusting insults, but this is …different. His demeanor has changed completely.

Whenever Bucky flirted with you before, it had always been shallow and playful and never gave you any insight as to what he would be like in bed. But this, this gives you all the insight you need and your heartbeat starts pounding between your legs demandingly.

As your hand covers the one on your hip and the other clasps around his metal lower arm, Bucky’s smirks widens. Your eyes are wide as you look at him and his are full of determination, making you apprehensive of this unexpected side of him.

“My poor, poor roommate.” He drawls lowly, his breath hitting your ear as your eyes flutter at the feeling and sound of his voice “So goddamn horny and no one there to make her come.”

You whine, actually whine at his words and where you expect him to laugh at you, he soothingly rubs his thumb into your skin.

“Hmm, I know baby. You need someone to take care of you.” He whispers and takes your earlobe between his teeth “Someone to praise you while they do it.”

You sigh softly and barely notice his hand, with yours still over it, trail from your hip to the hem of your dress, raising it up as he slips underneath it.

Tensing up instantly when you feel his fingers trace over the slit of your panties, your hands clasps around his wrist tightly. Not to remove his hand, but in anticipation of what it is capable of.

“Bucky…” You breathe out quietly.

“Shh…” He hushes, the pressure of his fingers against your panties increasing slightly as they massage into the warm flesh “Carol and Sam are waiting for me to return so you’ve got to be quiet.”

Head lulling back onto his shoulder, he chuckles darkly against you, his grip on the sides of your neck tightening slightly as his fingers start rubbing through your panties, dragging slow circles over your clit.

Warmth pools in your underbelly and tingles shoot up and down your legs at the feeling of him knowing how to touch you so well. Your breathing gets slightly more laboured and your muscles tense up and relax at the same time, mind relaxing as Bucky winds the tension into your body with every drag of his fingers.

When you feel a warm, calloused fingertip slip past your underwear and swirl around the rim of your dripping hole, you let out a soft moan.

It is the very best sound Bucky thinks he’s ever heard and he rewards you by gliding his middle finger into you until the base of his finger stretches you lightly, your instant reflex being to convulse around the digit.

“Shit, you’re wet…” He groans and his metal hand roughly grips your jaw, his index finger covering your painted, parted lips “Dreamt about this for so long. Having you pulse around my fingers and turn you into a blabbering mess.”

His middle finger pushes in and out of you steadily, his thumb rolling over your clit firmly as his metal fingers sloppily wipe your lipstick off your lips and make you look as dishevelled as you feel. Your skin feels like it is on fire as his ministrations quicken, another finger gliding into you with a little too much ease and urging another moan from you. His hand is quick to cover your mouth as he gives a warning bite to the skin of your neck.

He fucking loves this, having you squirming in his hold as he makes a mess out of you, all sloppy and wet in his arms, but he needs you to be quiet if he is planning on doing this way more often without your roommates figuring it out.

“Quiet down baby.” He warns, his voice warm and barely registering in your scrambled brain as your high approaches awfully quickly “I can tell it’s good by the way you’re squeezing my fingers, no need to be so needy…”

The degrading tone does nothing to distract you from the pleasure unfurling inside of you and you grind your hips into his hand desperately, making him hum in delight and encouragement at your desperation.

His fingers move faster and curl into your deliciously, your pussy swelling around him with need as his palm has settles to rub over your clit in rough, warm circles.

Your whimpers becomes louder, even your breaths could be heard outside of your door and Bucky’s entire hand clamps around your mouth tightly, making your eyes shoot open and lock with his through the mirror.

The boyish grin he gives you almost covers up the obvious lust rolling over his sharp features and your eyes flutter at the mere sight of him behind you like that. Bucky presses his temple to yours, the eye contact he has locked you in through the reflection, making your heart almost clatter out of your chest.

“Look at me…” He rumbles and you put all your energy into trying to keep your eyes open as his fingers are so close to bringing you over the edge, you feel your knees buckle “Go on then, baby. Drench me.”

You don’t need him to tell you twice and his words instantly make you sink your tensed form into his body, his fingers rubbing inside of you as his palm adds more pressure to your clit to let your orgasm last as long as possible. Convulsing around him and trembling against his chest, you whimper loudly against his metal hand, the state he has brought you in nearly embarrassing.

“There you go.” He encourages, his voice making you drip around his fingers as your high continues to course through you “Look at that. So pretty when you come in my hands.”

The state you’re in when his fingers slow down and he pulls away from you, can only be described as wrecked. Utterly wrecked. Chest heaving, makeup smushed over your face, wild hair, blood pulsing through the surface of your skin and limbs wobbly and weak.

But you almost collapse to the floor when Bucky’s fingers disappear between his lips and satisfaction shimmers in his eyes deviously. Turning around towards him, you briefly catch him walking out and closing the door behind him, leaving you by yourself.

So trying to come to terms with what the hell just happened, you weakly attempt to sort yourself out and make it look like nothing happened -which by the lack of Bucky in your room might as well have been the case.

And with the last stroke of your hands over the hem of your dress, Bucky barges into your room again and you turn around to him, exasperated.

“Bucky, what the-”

“Take that off. That dress is not appropriate for a date.” He orders, and if you didn’t know any better, you would say he looks conflicted and tense.

“Excuse me?!”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” He seethes, his eyes darker than before.

You scoff and put your hands on your hips, raising an unimpressed brow at him. He can’t seriously think he can just walk out after making you come and then barge in to tell you that you look inappropriate. Especially not fifteen minuten prior to you leaving for your actual date.

“I am not taking this off because you want me to wear something else." You tell him like it is the most obvious thing in the world. Who the hell does he think he is?!

Bucky steps over, his entire posture intimidating the shit out of you instantly. You have definitely seen this side of him, but you never thought it would be used against you.

"No.” He spits in your direction and you cower before him “You will be taking this off so I can have my way with you. Now take. It. Off."

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trash-and-recyle-fics · 3 years

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I got a question. If Sam and Dean were females same personalities and same story lines do you think it would have lasted 15 seasons? I think it would have gotten so much hate but honestly I might like it more. I wanna see a show kinda like supernatural but with females. I wanna see a buff bitch kick the living shit out of some mystical beasts.

#supernateral #spn #15 #dean winchester #sam winchester #Sam and dean #john winchester #charlie bradbury #female #bad bitch #questions

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trash-and-recyle-fics · 3 years

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My hair is dead.

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trash-and-recyle-fics · 3 years

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Im dying my hair because I’m sad. This is a judgment free zone.

#color #blue #splat #hair color #fun #sad #depression #judgment free #artic fox #bleach #imokimjustdyingontheinside #gothic #alt #alternative #style

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trash-and-recyle-fics · 3 years

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I crave a hug. Like I wanna be held. It sounds weird but I haven’t ever had that level of trust in someone. FUCK.

#craving #affection #live #trust #love #hug #hugs #x reader

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trash-and-recyle-fics · 4 years

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I started something I think everyone should do. I like to call it safety fund or hybernation money. It’s basically money I hide from everyone and I’m the only one that knows it exists. I save it and add to it as often as I can, this money is what I will use if I end up in a dangerous situation. Like if I need to disappear or if I end up in an abusive situation. Basically it’s emergency money. I keep mine with my birth certificate, SS, and important paperwork. It’s in a fire proof water proof safe/lockbox.

#dissapear #lockbox #lock #safety #self defense #careful #money #cash #be careful #tips #self defense tips

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trash-and-recyle-fics · 4 years

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So... I'd understand if you're not comfortable or if it won't fit. But you asked for ideas, and im a slight whore for pegging. So pegging Loki in desperate for freedom. Im just gonna leave that here on the table. Secondly, is it too late to be added to the taglist for desperate for freedom? If not, can i be added?

I like that idea... ;) and Of course you can be added 💛💛

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trash-and-recyle-fics · 4 years

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Desperate For Freedom 4

Summary: In a universe where females are not allowed to remain innocent after their 18th birthday Y/N must hide. But when her cover is blown how will the unforgiving government punish her? None other than gifting her to a God from three worlds away. The god of mischief. He is told to keep and do what he wishes with the lying girl. So that is what he will do. Chained to the inside of an air craft she is brought to him on Asgard. Where her fate will be in a liars hands.

Warnings: My usual grammar, punctuation, and spelling mistakes, noncon themes, swearing, slight mentions of rape? PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED.

“Engagement?” The word rattled in your head. Made you feel exposed. Far too exposed. You hadn't stuck to your original plan. You were supposed to get out as soon as you could and now you were marrying a traitorous liar. Then again your parents most likely thought the same of you, as you do Loki. You threw back the silken sheets, the cold air hitting you like a wall.

“We cant be getting married, I don't want to marry you.” slipping into your robe you passed the far wall.

“Oh little Y/N, I thought you were stating to understand. It doesn't matter what you want, it only matters what will make me happy.” As Loki went on about the customs of marriage in the father land you slowly started to get dizzy. Black started to close in and as soon as Loki met your eyes he knew something was wrong.

Waking up in the healing rooms was a culture shock and a half. Although you had been here before for your broken hand it still made you uneasy. The hard platform you laid on was cold and very uncomfortable.

“Lay still.” the voice came from down by your feet, a woman stood with her hands in the air touching and moving energy around.

You sat up ignoring her words she let her hands fall.

“You really don't listen to anyone do you?” Her voice sounded irate but her eyes read respect. What did she respect you for you were unsure of.

“I am my own person I don't need to listen to anyone.” As if on cue Loki walked into the room flanked by Thor and Friga.

“Anyone hm?” Loki eyes were almost amused, almost. You had learned this little looks and glances, this one was not pleasant.

“You heard correct.” Challenging Loki was dangerous, but challenging him with others present was like paying for your passage to Valhalla.

“We will see.” Your eye contact never broke, you refused to let him intimidate you. The healer went on about what had made you faint and how to prevent it again. Thor and Friga went on asking questions, mainly if they had to cancel the ceremony. With everyone conversing it was as if Loki and you were alone.

“I do not wish to marry.” As soon as the sentence left your mouth you knew the punishment was going to be the worse one yet. Loki had managed to break down most of your flippant attitude, but not all.

“ Why not, is it because of the timing?” Meeting Frigas eyes your saw her posture was ridged.

“I wish not to marry because it is not my decision. I wish not to marry because it has nothing to do with love but a way to control my homeland. I wish not to marry because I simply do not want to.” Thor was shocked, Loki angry, and Friga was just as composed as ever.

“My dear child we all do things we do not want to do. This has nothing to do with control over any other realms or even to control you. It does however have everything to do with keeping you alive. If not marriage then death, the courts and Odin himself had made this decision to keep you alive. So there will be a marriage ceremony and there will eventually be love.”

“Death?” Your blood ran colder that the ice realms.

“I assume my son had some things to explain to you, the ceremony will take place tomorrow.” With that Friga Thor and the healer had left the room. Loki hid nothing, his anger could be felt from across the room.

‘Loki I-” In a blink of an eye you were back in his chambers.

“Why hadn't you told me about this before today?” Loki wasn't one to show emotions, although this he couldn’t hide.

“Hush pet.” He stood still looking at you straight on. He began to pace in front of the grand fireplace.

“No. No you don't get to tell me what to do anymore, if death is my only other option I choose death.” As soon as the words passed your lips you saw the anger come to the surface.

“Choosing death instead of a happy life. Tell me pet do you really wish for such an idiotic thing?”

“If it means I can finally be free then yes. If it means I will stop having to be forced to open my legs, then yes I choose death.”

“Forced? Oh my beautiful Y/N, tell me that when I part your legs you do not feel a rush. Or when I pin your arms up do you truly not feel relived that my mouth will be on your core?” Gods. Even his words make you slightly uncomfortable.

“I don’t- I feel-.”

“Do not lie, tell me how when I have my way with you feel nothing.” Loki was now in front of you hands holing your face. Forcing eye contact as he spoke such indecencies.

“I- I can’t” The grin that over took his face was pure sin. Pure Loki.

“Oh I know.” His hand skated down your body and met your core. Your breath started to get heavier, his hands slowly raising your dress.

“Tell me love do you truly not want to marry?” His hands rested on you hips under your dress.

“I-I want to make a decision by myself for once. I fled my home and parents for a single night of freedom. Then I was named a traitor and sent to a completely different realm. I was forced to become property and told only minutes ago that I was to be married off or sentenced to death. I simply want to choose Loki. Is that so hard to understand?” The lust hadn't faded from his eyes but the anger had. Slowly you could see realization cross his features.

“My love I wasn't aware that a something as mundane as a choice had made you feel this way.”

“That's just it Loki, you aren't aware because you have always been able to choose. I am not even allowed to choose death.”

“I promise you after the ceremony tomorrow you can make as many choices as you like. However the marriage is not a choice you get to make. I will not let you be sentenced to an unjust death.” His hands slipped out from under your dress. Every move of his was calculated. He brought them up to cradle your face.

“My love if you do not wish to rest in the same bed as me then I will see to it that you get your own accommodations.” His facial expression was clear and no sign of a lie, not that you would be able to tell anyways.

“I don’t think that will be necessary, I am accustomed to sleeping with another person, it would be to hard to revert back to no one at all.” It all hit you then, you were getting married tomorrow, to a soon to be king. A god of lies and one of the most powerful beings. You never could have fled even if you had help. His hands still held your face as he brought his lips to your forehead.

“I was going to escape Loki.” You felt his lips leave your forehead. “I was going to pretend to fall for you and then once I had your trust I was going to flee.” As tears formed in your eyes he still said nothing. In a rush you continued, this time looking at his beautiful green eyes. “I wanted nothing to do with you or this realm, I was going to hang myself from the neck if it meant freedom, Loki I’m so sorry.” As your tears flowed freely he finally spoke.

“I know my love, I can read expressions and if you are vulnerable enough your thoughts. I also know that now you feel differently. Isn’t that true?” He held you in place, forcing you to come to terms with thing you felt.

“Yes, Loki I love you.” Your heart beat was higher than the stars.

“Let’s make our way to bed then, we have an eventful day coming up.

TIME SKIP

“Y/N it is time to wake up you have to get ready.” Loki’s voice was soothing and sweet. In response you just moved closer to him. The warmth on his skin was soothing but the cold right under the surface felt like home.

“Don't want to get out of bed.” The words left you in a grumbled tone. Hardly audible. In a swift motion you were uncovered and sitting at the small table. It contents were all breakfast food.

“Be good Y/N. I will see you in the great hall in five hours.” In less than 30 seconds he had left. In a blur you were hurried around. Breakfast then a bath, your skin was rubbed raw then waxed. With one servant at your head pulling, brushing and braiding, another was going back and forth between your hands and feet. Making sure the nails were perfection and the skin soft.

“Princess? Are you ok?” The servant at your hands stopped and smiled. Genuine concern on her features.

“I’m scared.” Openly admitting it made the room go still.

“It’s ok to be scared Princess, but you are marrying a good asgaurdian.”

“I’m being forced to marry the God Of Mischief.”

“Even so. If I may be so daring to say that he has been kinder and more understanding with you here.” The gentle smile she wore was comforting.

“Are you married?” The gentle look morphed into sadness.

“No, only the staff that isn’t seen can marry, oh and I suppose the guards can take a wife too.”

“Why can’t you. Shouldn’t you be able to marry whom you please?”

“If we could marry we would.” The sadness left her face and replaced with bittersweet happiness.

“It’s time for the dress.” They both took a hand and lead you to a large mirror in the sitting area. They slipped the dress on over your head and helped button the back. The black dress with emerald green and gold details fit you to a T.

“This is beautiful.”

“I should hope so Your Majesty had picked it out himself.” Until this moment you hadn't thought of your distant family. The marriage will be broadcasted, and shared throughout the realms. How will they feel about you taking the younger prince of the father realm. Your mother was supposed to arrange a marriage and your father was to pay for it. This way you at least got to meet your soon to be husband. Yes, you were forced to meet and have relations with him, but you had come to love him. Did you really love him? Or was it just an illusion he wanted you to see.

“M’ Lady? Are you alright?” Your palms had gotten moist and your breath uneasy. ”My Princess?” The hand maidens were gone the only thing in your vision was the detailed ceiling. Of course it was just as beautifully crafted as everything else. You did not belong here. This palace was not for you. This hand sewn wedding gown should not fit you. You should be back home making a meal for your mate. Sure you would despise it, but at least you would know your role. Unlike your current situation.

“Y/N?” The smoothness of his voice was a balm on your racing and uncontrollable thoughts. You open your eyes to see his concerned ones.

“I’m not fit to stand in the back Loki. I can’t pretend that I want to hold my tongue. If we marry I need to pave a path that I find fit.” Saying this you could already feel the pressure easing off of your chest.

“I expect nothing less my love.” He helps you stand.

“We need to move forward with today, we will speak as soon as we are alone.” The small amount of reassurance he gave you was enough for today. As the maids finished getting you prepped, you begin making plans. How to fix a broken realm and how to move forward as a wife.

TIME SKIP

The vows had been said and the kiss had been just as bruising and binding as you knew it would be. Now in the streets celebrating with the townsfolk even though Odin had thought it to be demeaning to the royal status, Loki and you danced toasted and laughed throughout the night. As Loki spun you once again you heard a whisper in your head. Just as easy and natural as your own conscious.

“I would like to bed you here in front of every soul. However I think you might appreciate what I’m about to do you in private.” You watched Loki as he held you close making sure you really did hear that. His proud smile claimed the action.

“Lets go.” That's all you had to say for him to wrap you tighter in his arms and make green and gold sparkles around you two. When his grip loosened you were in his chambers. The same room you had shared.

“Behave for me tonight like a good pet.” His voice vibrated through your bones.

“What’s the fun in that?” The slight attitude in your tone made the heaviness in the room grow thicker.

“Very well have it your way.” With a flick of his wrist you were undressed and on your knees. The slick between your legs was now noticeable.

“What’s wrong master? You cant control me without magic?” Saying this caused the exact reaction you had wanted. Hauling you to your feet with a handful of hair he spoke with intention and a careful tone.

“My dearest pet you will beg for my gift.” He picked you up and threw you on the mattress quickly turning you over, he lifted your hips and pulled you to the end of the bed. He yanked your head up clasping on a collar that had obvious weight. Not enough to be uncomfortable but definitely noticeable. Next was thick leather handcuffs to keep your hands behind your back. With your face in the bedding and ass in the air Loki spoke.

“Now look how good you are with just a bit of restraints.” You opened you mouth to speak but before you could get any words out once again he flipped you around and had you kneeling on the bed eye level with him.

“Be a good pet and listen to instructions.” Doing as he says his smile only increases. As does the wetness in your sweet spot. Reaching down he barely touches you. Trying to create the friction you so desperately need your hips try and grind down on his digits.

“Use your words pet.” A loan moan exits your body,

“Please master I need it.” He gave a chuckle in return.

“You don't need anything yet pet.” Loki holds your face in his hands spitting on your face. Another moan.

“Such a mouth on you.” Pulling you head down till it was right in front of his ‘gift’. Opening your mouth for him to enter, with no hesitation he begins to fuck your face. The obscenity's leaving his mouth encouraged you take more of him at once. Humming along with his strokes to increase his pleasure. Having him use you was now the very thing that got you off, unlike in the beginning when you fought it all.

“Good pet.” Soon enough you felt his release. Swallowing down as much as you could. With his demanding actions, and filth filled words your wetness left a mark on the bed.

“Please sir.” Looking up at him with spit and cum leaking down your chin.

“Is this you begging? You will need to be more convincing my dear.” He let you sit up on your knees on the bed so once again you were eye level.

“Please sir I need you in me. I will behave for you. I need you Loki.” Saying his name had an effect on him like nothing before. The restraints gone within a millisecond, he had you on your back already hard. Entering you fast and not stopping. Soon enough you had your release with him following right after.

TIME SKIP

“SIR LOKI IT’S THE ALLFATHER! COME QUICKLY!” A guard had woken you both. Odin? In trouble? As Loki rushed out of the room the guard entered. You assumed to wait for you to follow. Pulling up the silk sheets you opened your mouth but no words escaped.

“I see you had a good nights rest. Or should I say lack thereof.” His grin stretched across his face. The guard looked familiar. It couldn’t have been the same guard, that had laid with you while Loki was away. Could it? Pulling the sheets tighter around your naked skin, the guard advanced towards you.

End of Part 4

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trash-and-recyle-fics · 4 years

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BLM just incase you forgot

(via diary-ofa-girl)

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trash-and-recyle-fics · 4 years

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THIS NEEDS MORE ATTENTION!!!!!!

I love this!!!!

To Keep You Safe

Title: Changes are takin’ the pace I’m goin’ through

Chapter: 1/?

Author: hopeless_romantic_spoonie

Summary: Life as the assistant to Tony Stark was busy, but boring. All of that changed when I touched something I shouldn’t have and woke up with strange new abilities. If I thought that trying to figure out my new place in life as an Avenger was tough, I had no idea what was in store for me once I ran into the frustrating God of Mischief, Loki.

Rating: E (to come later)

Notes: This establishing chapter is short, but the following chapters are up already! Just search To Keep You Safe under my tags!

Also on Ao3 here :)

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“I’m sorry, but Mr. Stark is unavailable at the moment. May I take a message?” My hand quickly scribbled down the message onto a bright yellow sticky note. “I’ll get this to him right away, thank you for calling.”

Life as the assistant to Tony Stark sounded glamorous and exciting, but to live it was quite the contrary. While the public imagined me hanging out with Earth’s Mightiest at the Avengers Compound, swapping stories with Black Widow and working out with Captain America, my days were normally spent holed up in my office with a phone constantly blaring in my ear. Mr. Stark was a genius, and he was like most famous geniuses in that he had his quirks and eccentricities. He could come up with amazingly brilliant plans to save the world or create AI programs that were more realistic than actual people, but he also tended to overlook the finer, more mundane details of life. What importance was scheduling appointments and ordering food for the inhabitants of the Compound when the world was under siege?

That was where I came in. With Pepper taking on Stark Industries as CEO, I took over Stark himself. My small office on the first floor of the Avenger Compound was ground zero for the intricate details of his life. I had spent so much time and effort upon first moving in to decorate it with small touches of personality to feel like I truly belonged: a picture of my family on the sleek modern desk, my sticky note collection neatly tucked away in the top drawer of said desk, even a smattering of succulents and indoor plants around the room to tackle the oppressive modernity. But these touches were eventually lost beneath years of assorted paperwork, receipts, press releases, used sticky notes, and even pieces of old technology that were set down and never picked up again. So dedicated to my hectic job and overworked boss, I had a small murphy bed tucked away in a closet in the corner. When pulled down, spare outfits for any occasion hung from the top of the closet. All pants of some sort, as a skirt didn’t suit the frantic pace required to keep up with the frenetic Tony Stark. There wasn’t time to worry about flashing anyone when you were chasing after Iron Man. Heels would have also hindered my job performance, so those were nowhere to be found in the office or my tiny one-bedroom apartment in upstate New York.

Working for the world-famous Iron Man meant long, unknown hours that could change at the drop of the hat. Many would crumble under the pressure of such an intense man and odd schedule, but I preferred it. Staying busy kept me focused, and a focused mind was a quiet mind.

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Got five days of school left

Then I will be a senior in high school and even more stressed

Right now I have a project due and haven’t started it

I’m stress crying and having stress stomach pains

Words are running together because I’m so tired

I’m just ready for that feeling of graduation and not having to deal with bs people, home work, not working as much as I could

Overall ready for high school to be done

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Out Of The Way

Summary: When the reader’s boyfriend ditches her on the side of the road, she ends up at an out of the way bar and roadhouse where the man behind the counter makes her an interesting offer…

Pairing: Bartender!Dean x au!reader

Square: Bartender!AU

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, slight angst

A/N: Written for @spndeanbingo

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Need a friend

I need a friend to watch the last season of supernatural with. I have been putting off watching it because I know once the show ends my mental health will plummet and that will cause my physical health to do the same. I need to finish the show but I can’t do it alone. Please , someone, we can exchange snapchats and even create a small group of us to talk about the show. I just really need a friend.

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Desperate For Freedom part3

I’ve been having a rough couple months that is why this is so late but I promise to start the next chapter ASAP. Please put in my ask box if you want any sort of specific kink or prompt in the next story.

Warnings: I don’t there is swearing lol? Non-con, violence, multiple partners? Grammar spelling and punctuation mistakes.

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It’s been months. This room is all you know now. After about a month and a half of not trying to run Loki would now let you go out onto the terrace. A small reward for your suffering. You would sit in a chair out there all day if you could. Just imagining home. The rules and most the people there were not good but your family was there. Loki had tried asking about them once and you told him not to talk about them. The more he pressed a little piece of your act fell reasulting in you breaking your hand on his face. The healers were able to fix it but your punishment that night made you sore for weeks. Loki had been gone for awhile now on a mission to help Thor in otherworldly missions. The break had been nice, the fear almost completely gone from the pit of your stomach. You always remained cautious though. You had to. A couple weeks ago right after Loki left a guard had been sneaking into the room to watch you while you slept. You had asked him if Loki had told him to do so, he lied of course. Just a couple days ago he had laid next to you in the bed. In your home realm if two people who are not married lay two together it is punishable by death. You didn’t know why but the handmaid would not talk to you about why the guard lay with you. He never touched you he just lay looking up at the ceiling.

So here you sat watching the asguardian sun go down for the night. The air felt to good and the breeze was just perfect. You had hauled out the top blanket on the bed and a pillow. You layed on the ground with the pillow under your head looking up at the stars. Thinking and dreaming of a way out. You did this frequently, but it seemed the idea of leaving seemed more and more dangerous the longer you stayed. The longer you stayed the more comfortable you got.

Time skip (the next morning)

“My dear pet, what on Odins name are you doing?” Opening your eyes was a struggle. You mourned for more sleep.

“Tired are we? Sleeping on the ground can do that.” A shawdow moved over you blocking the rising sun. Remembering your promise to yourself you jumped up and hugged Loki. Burying your head in his chest and hung onto him.

“Little Y/N did you miss me that much?” You let go of him and backed away. Just so you could look at him.

“Sorry sir I was-I was just waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me outside?” You looked over your shoulder remembering the weather, the sunset , and shamefully your dreams of home.

“Yes.” He nods and walk over your blankets to the edge of the balcony.

“Now why don’t you tell me what you were really doing.”

“I did sir that's what I was doing.”

“Do not lie to me pet. After all I am the god of lies.” You stayed behind him trying to sound brave.

“I was dreaming of home.”

“What about home?”

“The weather we would always have beautiful down seasons. The leaves would change dramatically. My parents would let me climb the trees shake down the leaves then we would put them into piles and I would get to jump into the pile.” Without realizing it he was looking at you. You whoever were looking to the side watching the sky with a smile on your face.

“Your home wanted asgaurd to kill you in front of residents to prevent resistance. I was granted to take you instead.” You met his eyes the smile wiped clean of your face.

“I-I didn't realize.”

“It’s nothing new that is how my father met my mother and how Thor will marry. We change the names of the person we will marry.”

“Wait...does that mean I am...”

“Yes pet,” Loki walks towards you he grabs your chin and runs his thumb over your lip.

“You are mine forever.” You could feel your stomach drop and your heartbeat was in your throat. His thumb pulling back at your lip.

“Mm these lips. You truly are a good find.” You go numb, knowing what’s coming.

* Three weeks later*

Since Loki has been back you haven’t been eating. He never has ate with you he is usually out and training new recruits or somewhere in the castle. On time the hand maid enters.

“I have your food miss you would like me to leave it today?” You shake your head no, not even bothering to glance at her. Your eyes trained on the bookcase. The thought of food made you want to hurl. Your stomach disagreed though and growled. As the handmaid leaves the door clicks shut with it shutting you close your eyes. Drifting off to sleep.

“So you haven’t been eating” It wasn’t a question. “Trying to slowly kill yourself hmm?” Warm breath coasted over your neck.

You open your eyes thinking the voice was in your head. When you open them you are still in the chair but unable to move. Your hands and feet bound with an invisible force. With Loki not in your line of vision you struggle.

“You think I wouldn't notice? Or the vary least have someone tell me?” He walks around the chair and sits on the foot stool. “What should I do about that?”

“I’m sorry sir I will be good I promise.”

“Think you can get out of punishment? Now what kind of master would I be if I let you off the hook?”

“I will be good.” He slowly nods letting his eyes travel your body.

“I know you will be.” He peels your knees apart and his magic makes them stay. Letting his fingers trail down the seam of your panties.

“I knew you would be soaked. Always so good to me.” You close your eyes not wanting to look. You weren’t prepared to feel the cold metal enter you. One after the other three small metal balls slipped into your core.

“So needy, you could have just asked for some attention pet.” Then something slipped onto your clit. When the vibrations hit you couldn’t control your hips.

“You will cum, four times do you understand?”

“Yes.” the vibrations got more intense.

“Yes-s sir.”

“That’s more like it.”

Your hips rode the vibrations as your mouth moaned. Your walls tightened quickly around the balls inside of your heat. You already came once and it was a powerful one. Then another and another. With each orgasm you slipped farther and farther into oblivion. Then it stopped. Your hips still trying to find a rhythm.

“Stop pet it’s time to move on for tonight, you will take my cock like the whore you are.” The invisible ties around your limbs is undone and Loki wraps one hand in your hair and one around your torso. Easily he brings you up off the chair and so you dangle in his arms. The cold metal of his armor is unsettling but, exciting. Wait were you actually enjoying this?

“Oh pet i love how easily you fall apart.” Loki whispered this into your ear as he tossed your naked body on the silken sheets. His bed truly was made for a king. Just like the first night he blindfolded you but as he did this you felt another set of hands on your wrist. Pulling away sharply and tucking them under your chin to hide them for the mistery man. Loki lays his hand on the back of your head and whispered softly and so delicately into your ear it made goose bumps rise on your legs.

“Shh darling let him tie your wrists. You don’t want us to use force now do you?” Unconsciously you move more towards his body and away from where you think the strange man was.

“I- i don’t want the guard to touch me Loki.” You let his name slip.

“I’m sorry I-I mean sir.”

“What guard?” His voice losing patience.

“The guard you told to watch me sleep while you were away.” You could feel his body go hard.

“I will handle that later just trust for right now that you will be safe.” Still with your hands under your chin and blind fold on, Loki moved his hand from your hair and down to your elbow.

“Give me your hand pet.” His voice commanding but soft.

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Yes.” His voice never wavering. Slowly you moved one hand out from under your chin so Loki could grab it. His cold fingers wrapped gently around your hand and moved it father so your arm was strait. Then you felt another hand grab your wrist. You tried to pull away again but Loki’s grip was far to tight.

“Shh pet behave or it will be far worse.” The blindfold became wet with tears and you were breathing heavy Loki now basically laying on top of you keeping you still while the other man tied your legs. You felt someone crawl up in between your legs and even more sobs racked your body. As Loki pulled out the small metal balls you started to panick.

“No Sir please I don’t want him. Not him.” You tried to crawl away but the ropes wouldn’t allow it. A sharp smack across your ass made you whine.

“Let me watch in peice pet.” Then you felt the foreign man spread you wide and lick up your crease. Along your hole.

You tired to reach out for Loki but as the man did it again you tired not to moan. The tounge felt familiar and the cold hands even more so.

“You May make noises pet.” With permission to enjoy this you never shut your mouth. The man ate you until you were screaming.

“Mmm so good pet now I am going to untie your feet and take a turn in the back while our friend fucks your mouth, but before that I want you to open as wide as you can for me.” You lift you head off the mattress and open your mouth wide just like your master said.

“That’s a good girl.” Loki placed a speacial device in your mouth made to keep it open. Strapping in place on the back of your head. Once again you felt a strong slap to your ass.

“I love it how you turn to most beautiful shades of reds, and all from my hand.”

With your mouth held open and ass in the air you were left completely defenseless. All at once the double intrusion surprised you. You moaned and bucked. The feeling of pleasing Loki and another man at the same time made you wet to no extent.

“That’s it. Good girl.” From behind Loki thrusted into you at a steady pace. The man at your mouth doing the same. Your walls clenched around his member as he drove deeper and deeper into you.

“Cum.” And so you did. Your body reacting however he wanted. All he had to do was say the words.

“Again.” Your legs shook and you tired to escape the bruising pace. Your mouth was so full you could hardly moan. The man pulled up on your hair and finished in your mouth. Not far behind him was Loki.

“Mmm.. good little slut.” The bed shifted and you left your hips fall so they rested on the silken sheets. Juices leaking out of you like none other. Loki’s hand travels up your sling to the back of your head to undo the mouth contraption. You shut your mouth and opened it a couple times to get used to the feeling again. As you did this Loki undid the wrist straps. You pulled your hands close to your chest. Finally the blindfold was untied and the dim lighting seemed bright.

“Look at me. Y/N.” You slowly opened your eyes again and found Loki kneeling by the bed brushing your hair back.

“Sit up. We need to clean up.” Groaning you sat up every muscle protesting. He helped you stand from the bed practically dragging you to the luxurious bathroom. He ran the bath water as it warmed he sat you on the soft animal hide carpet. Soon enough you both were in the steaming bath.

“What did you mean you didn’t want the guard?” Choosing to keep quiet you let the The sounds of water running down your body answer.

“Y/N. I will not be ignored. Therefore I will ask one last time.”

“While you where away a guard would come in at night and watch me sleep. Occasionally lay with me. He said you commanded him to do so.”

“I will have him as an example. Asgard will realize that only I can look at you!”

“Loki -.”

“Hush. You will be quiet now.” You let Loki wash your hair and body. Once done he didn’t bother to put robes back on the either of you. He simply carried you to bed and kisses and left love marks on your neck and breasts before drifting to sleep.

Time skip the next morning

When you awoke you weren’t expecting to be wrapped in Loki’s arms. You found yourself not pretending anymore but truly enjoying him. The way he felt. Whether it was when he was inside of you or when he was just talking to you.

“Wake up love. I have many things to discuss with you today.” The hand maid must have brought in breakfast at one point because on the silver cart sat the feast.

“Today I must talk to you about our engagement.”

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