Calling To Join Them The Wretched And Joyful

Calling to join them the wretched and joyful

Summary: An ancient game is played in the forest of Asgard by the noblemen. To the winners, go the spoils.

Warnings: noncon sex (oral, fucking), magick.

Note: A Loki one shot I’ve been meaning to write. It’s is vaguely inspired by Richard Connell’s The Most Dangerous Game but obvi I gotta make it kinky. Lol. Thanks for reading <3

Hope y’all enjoy. Like and/or reblog!! <3 Reblogs really help.

It was one of those cool summer mornings that foretells of autumn. The sun was yet to rise but the sky was woven in a rich blue. The trees clung to the night and loomed over the line of shivering women, scared and shivering in thin shifts.

You were one of the eight. Confused and silent as guards in golden armor watched over you with spear and sword. You wondered how much of a threat you could be; unarmed and exhausted.

They came in the night. Your mother clung to you as the guards tore you from her. Your sister Bera hid in the closet. Your mother could not lose two daughters. You bid her a frantic goodbye as your father held her back.

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I want the reader to “accidentally” throw Norine and/or Steve off the roof and run away with the servants. Steven suck my ass.

Wicked Game | Three

Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, backround Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Victorian AU. While trying to go on with your life, the manor takes a tighter hold on your body and soul.

Words: 8.813.

Warnings: dubcon, explicit sexual content (oral sex, fingering, dirty talk,) cheating, swearing.

A/N: This story has dubious sexual consent, as the reader doesn’t quite understand what’s happening, and if this kind of content makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please just walk away and ignore this story.

Eternal thanks to @its–fandom–darling for being my beta again. I don’t know what I would do without you <3

I think is painfully obvious that english isn’t my first language, so if you see any mistakes in the narration is because of that. Please let me know what do you think! The credit of the gif goes for it’s respective owner.

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Finally, your mother and brother’s letters arrived one afternoon with a sweaty servant who walked under the sun for a couple of hours just to bring them to you. If standing up didn’t hurt so much, you would have kissed him.

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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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Psyche

Dark!Steve x Reader

Steve’s submissive betrays him to his worst enemy. 

Word count: 5100 Warnings: 18+, dark!Steve, dark!Bucky, mention of non-con/former abuse, sub!reader turned dark!reader, dub-con, cuckolding, smut Some liberties were taken with Greek mythology, no Endgame spoilers 

Steve had been in worse situations before, but rarely had his cock gotten him into them. 

You were so sweet once: a fresh-faced intern at Avenger’s Tower, a college graduate on the cusp of adulthood. You were so eager to please. So easy to manipulate. 

Captain America, the hero, offered to give you a ride home one day after you were leaving the office late. He insisted it was too dangerous for a pretty girl like you out on the street so late. You preened at the compliment and agreed. What could be the harm?

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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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I can help

Summary: Y/N wants to help Klaus. There is only one way left.

Warnings: slow burn. Swearing. Mentions of drug use. Drug withdrawal.

A/n: it’s not as long as I wanted, but here you go.

Word count: 1764

The wind was blowing through your hair. Standing outside your home opposite the Academy, you rolled your eyes as the screams from the siblings increased and pierced through the air.

”DIEGO I PROMISE THIS TIME WILL BE DIFFERENT” you could hear Klaus pleading with his brother.

”YOU SAY THAT EVERY.SINGLE. GODDAMN. TIME. KLAUS.” Diego has had enough of this. You could hear it in his voice. The torment of watching Klaus trying to get sober and falling off the wagon. Getting sober for a month and the cycle continues over and over.

You had been best friends with Klaus and Diego Hargreeves since you were ten years old. You moved in across the street from them. You still remember the first time you met them.

Getting out of the car you looked up at your new massive house. It was a mansion. Standing on the sidewalk, you twirled around and took in your new surroundings. Noticing the casino opposite yours, you saw an engraving on the gate. The letter H. Hargreaves you thought to yourself. You had seen the impressive six children with superpowers on the news. But you never imagined being this close to them. Looking up the building, you saw two faces, two pair of eyes glaring at you. Looking into your soul. The moment you caught their gaze, they swiftly moved away from the window. Chuckling to yourself you went back to unpacking.

It took a whole three days for the boys to say something to you. You were at a corner shop, getting some food for your mom. The boys stormed in. Noticed your presence and stopped dead in their tracks.

”hi,” the taller one said.

You nodded. Acknowledging them both. ”I’m Klaus.”

”y/n” the other boy blushed and tried to hide his face from you.

It was from that day on that those two boys. Number 2 and number 4 became your best friends.

Standing outside and shivering in the cold Autumn breeze, you debated crossing the road and talking to the brothers.

Signing, you crossed the road and knocked on the Hargreeves front door.

Pogo answered the door.

”Miss Y/L/N. How lovely to see you this afternoon. Come in.” moving to the side, the loyal companion to the family moved to the front and ushered you.

Walking into the front room. You took a seat on the couch. Heavy footsteps could be heard above you as Pogo swiftly appeared in the room.

”Can I get you anything Miss Y/L/N.”

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