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The Gunslinger Chronicles (6)

Warnings: 18+ Only! Extreme Violence, Graphic Depictions of Gore, Alcohol Abuse, Smut - M/F, Smut F/F, Bisexual Reader, NSFW.

Pairings: Loki X Reader, Bucky X Reader, Steve X Reader, Natasha X Reader

Summary:

“There was a rule in Shield. Never send in The Gunslinger unless the situations already gone south. She’s a ‘break glass in case of emergency’ kind of agent. Or she was.” Natasha elaborated.  

“What is she now?” Steve asked.  

“A fucking corpse is what she’s supposed to be. We thought she went down with The Triskelion, found her body and everything. Even fooled me and Nat.” Clint sighed.  

Steve tilted his head at Natasha questioningly and she shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was a flicker of darkness in her eyes that betrayed her nonchalant attitude.  

“Ok, so why the Gunslinger? Not that it isn’t a cool name, but why?” Sam asked.  

“Because every mission she did was like the Wild West. She wasn’t refined or precise, but she was damn good at fucking shit up. Give that woman a gun and a day, she’d create enough anarchy to bring down a small country.” Clint snorted.  

“And she’s a crack-shot. She is to a gun what Clint is to a bow and arrow.” Natasha added.

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Part Six - The Dead Don’t Lie 

~~~Then~~~

“It’s a simple objective, get in, retrieve the files, get out.”

You cocked your head like a confused puppy and stared at Agent Hill in bewilderment.

“Agent 12?”

“I don’t understand.” You said slowly.

“We have intel that AIM is working on something dangerous and we need more information. Your job is to sneak inside and download the files off of their computer. Just find a computer and insert this USB, it will do the rest of the work.” She explained for the dozenth time, looking more and more exhausted with every repetition.

“Go in, plug in the USB, and then I blow up the building?” You asked hopefully.

“Gun, no!”

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Yup, take me home.

𝒘 𝒂 𝒏 𝒕 𝒚 𝒐 𝒖 — one

( dark!bucky x reader )

warnings: smut, foul language, injuries, violence, psychotic behaviour, stolkhome syndrome, non/dubcon, dirty talk.

summary: bucky sees you everyday, he stalks you and realises just how much he actually wants you.

note: nothing major in this chapter.

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09:40 IS WHAT it read on bucky’s watch. his foot impatiently tapped against the gravel beneath him and his eyes kept on trailing from the window to the door. he knew that you would be out any minute in your dark jeans and black t-shirt, phone in your hands as your furrowed eyebrows focused on the bright screen. your hair was usually tied in a ponytail but sometimes you let it natural, and bucky loved the look on you a lot.

he readjusted the cap on his head and sighed to himself, realising he had been waiting outside your apartment for twenty minutes now. he wondered if you were even going to work today because you would usually leave at half part and it was now almost quarter to.

a small smile rose to his lips when he finally saw the door open up and your beautiful figure hurriedly rush out. you ran a hand through your hair and mentally cursed to yourself for sleeping in. your shift was in twenty minutes and it took at least fifteen minutes to get the small cafe by foot, so it would be decided upon luck how early you arrive.

bucky watched as you speed away from your apartment and down the lonely road, slowly following you but still a couple paces behind. he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked against the wall, easily being able to hide if you turned around. his eyes wandered over your figure, the tight fighting jeans were doing wonders to your ass and the way you swayed your hips with every quick step made him bite his lip to prevent from lashing out.

a frown dawned upon your face as you felt somebody’s eyes upon you once again, for the past month you had felt as though somebody was staring at you but each time you waved it off as your own silly imagination. this time you turned around and as usual saw nothing out of the ordinary, nothing suspicious.

bucky’s eyes widened and he immediately shoved himself against the ledge of a building to be unseen by your wondering eyes. he took a few deep breaths before hearing your boots continue to click away and continued following you.

after fifteen long minutes you finally arrived at the small coffee shop and hurried inside to start your shift, while bucky stayed outside and sat at one of the small tables. since the shop was in a busy area, he knew he wouldn’t get caught out for sitting at a table for so long and would only merge in with the crowd.

his eyes wandered over your figure behind the counter, watching the smile on your lips and as you ran your tongue over them while focusing on making the drink for the customer. he watched as you made small talk with the old lady and admired your every move, starting to feel a small itching sensation in his pants.

bucky couldn’t resist it, he needed to be closer to you, he needed to talk to you.

whipping out a fiver from his pocket he stood up and stretched out his previously hunched limbs. he headed inside the building and stood in the small line, glancing over at you and hearing your cheerful voice.

you were a very happy girl, enjoying life and all that, but sometimes he had seen you crying through the window of your room and the sadness on your face made his heart clench. all he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and softly stroke your hair while he repeatedly told you everything was alright, that he was here and he would never le—

“hi there, how can i help you?” bucky shuddered at the sound of your voice so close to him, he inhaled sharply and forced a smile up on his face, glancing up at the menu board.

“h-hi, i’d like an americano please.” bucky requested and you nodded, asking for the right amount of money. as bucky slipped you the fiver he couldn’t help but let his eyes trail to your chest, noticing your slightly visible pecks meaning you hadn’t wore a bra. he glanced at your name tag, (y/n) it said. he liked your name, it was pretty and it suited you.

you told the man to stand at the other side of the counter and he oblidged. you got to making his drink and felt him staring at you, though you waved it off as though he was just waiting for the drink. soon enough you finished making it and handed him the paper cup with a smile, bucky felt your finger brush lightly as he took it from you and his breath hitched in his throat, eyes wondering all over your pretty face.

that was the moment he realised he wants you, that he was sick of just staring at you through windows and wants you to be with him, to be his.

so he formulated a plan, knowing that your shift would end at six and so he waited till then, but instead walking around buildings to occupy himself and not seem too suspicious for staying outside a coffee shop for so long.

finally six o’clock had rolled around and bucky watched as you said one goodbye to your co workers, clenching his jaw at the sight of a male giving you a hug and a small peck on the forehead. his hands became fists and he was now immediately angry at the man who kissed you, he wanted you more than ever.

you finally left the coffee shop, admiring the setting sun for a couple moments before heading on home. you popped in your earbuds and winded down through the music playing in your ears, feeling more released from the work filled day.

bucky quickly followed your every move and until you were halfway home he made his move. he quickly sneaked up behind you and snaked an arm round your waist, clamping a hand down on your mouth to stop you from screaming out.

your eyes widened, what the fuck? you struggled in their grip and your pleads were muffled by a glove covered hand clamping over your mouth. no way, this isn’t happening. you continued to slither about in their grasp before biting down on the hand on your face, a sharp pain entering your teeth as what you bit down on was hard, unlike the softness of a hand.

a dark chuckle erupts from behind you and you feel their chest in contact with your back, vibrations making you feel tense. they leant down to your ear and pulled out your earphones, whispering in a husky deep voice. “it’s okay doll, i won’t hurt you.”

you were frozen in place, feeling his coffee breath fan over your ear. he leant down a little more to place a kiss to the soft skin of your throat, a small protest leaving your lips. you realised you still had control over your arms and used your elbows to dig in through the thin material of his shirt, repeadly hitting him a few times to try and let you go.

a mocking chuckle left his lips and he quickly turned you around, directly facing you now. you realised it was the same man you served earlier, though his cap was long gone revealing his long brown hair. before you could run away, his hand grabbed your wrists in one fist and once again placed the gloved hand over your mouth.

you stated at his longing dark blue eyes while he stared back at your fearful (e/c) ones. a small smirk rose to his pink lips as he admired your features and you only turned your head away from his, eyes starting to become a little glossy. he clenched his jaw at your actions and dug his fingers into your wrists which earned a small cry from you.

removing the hand from your mouth he rummaged through his pocket for something, but before you could shout for help a white cloth was placed over your nose and mouth. you resisted against him, struggling and kicking about in his strong grasp until the chemical had eventually taken affect on you. everything began to fade away and you felt yourself beginning to skip between conscious, the last thing you heard were the words, “let’s take you home baby.”

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Chosen (Part 2)

Dark!Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Part 1: https://beeblebrox-be-damned.tumblr.com/post/189334167718/chosen-part-1

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, breeding kink, impregnation kink, forced relationship. Also, this is my first attempt at writing a dark Marvel fic, so please be gentle on me lmao. You stepped back, wrenching yourself out of his arms. You knew it was ridiculous to try, but Norns were you terrified. Your chest heaving, you backed towards the door. 

Your bare feet made almost no sound on the smooth floor. “N-no, no, no,” you murmured, eyes closing. “I don’t w-want th-is.” Your voice cracked and your back hit the door.

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The Assistant

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Fluff, Smut - Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex && SPOILERS

Word Count: 6853

Description: CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE FILM. You’ve been working for the Trombleys for four years now, the last two years of your service being a glorified babysitter to the most annoying, self-absorbed, dickhead Hugh Ransom Drysdale. 

You wanted to smack that dumb smirk off his stupid dumb face. 

Hugh Ransom Drysdale. The bane of your fucking existence. Standing there with that stupid fucking smirk on his face, he fucking loved this. Watching as you cleaned up his mess. A crying girl on his doorstep and you, his assistant (aka babysitter), trying to calm her down enough to get her to leave his house. This dumb contemporary floor to ceiling windowed, minimalist, empty souled house. The girl had been picked up at a bar last night. Charmed by his handsome face, the money he was careless to spend, the way he spoke to you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. 

It was a fucking joke. A trick. You’ve seen it a million times and you’d be willing you bet that you’d see it a million more. 

The door blocked her view of him, your clear view of him from the side, sipping on a mug of coffee in his hands and fucking smirking. 

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tapestry 👑 II

Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The reader finds herself drawn into courtly intrigue.

Note: Here’s part 2. I’m having fun and I have so many ideas for this. Yes, this is inspired by lots of medieval shows like the Tudor and the White Queen etc. but this will be 100% gratuitous whatever I want it to be so hold onto to your panties. I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply! Love ya!

Rose played with the pearl at her throat. You watched her fingers as she toyed with the small orb. The queen’s voice filled the small chambers as she read the poem in a gentle rhythm. You hadn’t caught enough words to string them together. 

You tore your eyes away and watched your hands smooth out your charcoal coloured skirts. Your drab attire stuck out grossly among the pale silks and rich satins. You father loathed your plainness, your insistence on simplicity. But he hadn’t enough money for seamstresses and you made your own dresses or altered your sister’s worn garments. You didn’t mind simple. You didn’t need beading or gilted embroidery. No pearl or jewel hung at your throat.

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Don't Sweat It (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warning: KNIVES OUT MAJOR SPOILERS, smut but not a smut fic, mentions of murder, Ransom being a dick to the reader

Word Count: Approx. 3,360 (About 6.5 pages)

Summary: The reader is Ransom’s first serious girlfriend, and she accompanies Ransom to that fateful party.

Your (e/c) eyes stared out the window, watching the remote scenery pass. The gorgeous, colorful, falling leaves whizzed by your window, causing their own whirlwind behind the car. You look over to the drivers seat, pulling the fuzzy red blanket closer to your body, as the day was cold. In the driver’s seat, you see your boyfriend of 4 months, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, his jaw locked as his eyes peered through his dark sunglasses, intent on the road. You knew he was stressed. He despised getting together with his entire, ass backwards family. It was all screaming and fighting every time they all got together. You study his face, from his strong, angular jaw, to his chiseled cheek bones. His greenish blue eyes looked intent on the road, but also seemed lost in thought. His perfect pink lips were pursed tight, showing a slight indent above the corner of his mouth. His light brown hair was styled perfectly, slicked back and not a single hair was out of place. Ransom is beautiful, there’s no question about that. He has some… okay, many flaws in his personality, but to you, he was much more than a trust-fund brat. He had a soft side you loved, that you fell for. It was strange to say, but you fell for the one and only Ransom Drysdale.

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