Desperate Measure (one-shot)

Desperate Measure (one-shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Words: 1880 Warnings: Nsfw, smut, 18+ Summary: On the run, cornered in a closet—how the hell is Bucky supposed to keep from getting caught? A/N: Day 8 of @itsbuckysworld’s hello spring writing challenge :3 Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think xoxo

“Shit shit shit fuck shit!”

“Barnes, can you keep it clean for one minute? We’ve got Parker on the line here!”

“It’s okay, Mr. Stark, I’ve heard worse.”

Bucky growls and slaps his ear, silencing Tony’s reply. Do they really think he’s got time to listen to their awkward back-and-forth while he’s got a squad of goons up his ass?

The sidewalks are busy tonight. He turns a corner and almost bumps into a dopey couple, a clump of frat boys, a lonely woman tapping her foot as she holds her phone to her ear, all in rapid succession. He chances a glance back—no goons in sight. Not yet.

Bucky ducks into the closest open door, fumbling in his pocket for his wallet, his ID, as the bouncer waits with a bored stare.

“Here,” Bucky blurts.

“Great, have fun.”

Bucky ducks inside, assaulted by the uncomfortably loud blues band playing. A trombone, in a bar this size?

Yikes.

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Once Bitten, Twice Smitten {9}

Summary: Bucky’s been told to keep his werewolf hidden, to keep it a secret. So far, so good. Even enrolled at the local college, he’s managed to keep things under wraps. That is, until he sits next to someone he’s never seen before. Having transferred schools at the end of your junior year, you’re the stereotypical new girl. Settling into a new town is never easy, especially when there’s something going on with your study partner, Bucky. Word Count: 897 Warnings for the series: Alternate universe, supernatural elements, language, drinking, angst, fluff, sexual content. Warnings my change as series continues. Author’s Note: GIF Credit [X] You can also read this on AO3. Written for @heamarvel​ Hallmark Event.

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Three shots rang out, echoing in Bucky’s ears, his hearing amplified by the wolf made him cringe and cry out. His ears hadn’t yet stopped ringing when he caught a scent; bitter, copper; blood. The wolf whined, low and sad, large eyes roved over the woman in front of him, taking in her appearance. 

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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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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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You are a hardworking, successful journalist for Vanity Fair, and you’ve been sent to the Thrombey mansion to write a profile on the family at the eve of Harlan’s 85th birthday. With promises of a promotion, you’re eager to do well. But–you have a dark secret. Soon, you become entangled in Detective Blanc’s investigation, and involved with the notorious Hugh Ransom Drysdale himself. Your career is important to you, and this investigation threatens everything you hold dear. What are you prepared to sacrifice for your ambition?  

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale/Reader

Warnings: smut later on, drinking, talk of cheating, dubcon, murder.

A/N: Spoilers for Knives Out. In order to make reader a suspect, she’s not exactly the nicest person. This will closely follow the canon, but deviate in some areas.

PROLOGUE

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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

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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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