Tapestry XII

tapestry 👑 XII

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 yuletide arrives with many surprises.

Note: Okay, it’s part 12 and y’all are still here. This is where it really start to get messy. Trust me when I say we going on a wild ride and what better people to accompany me than all you lovely readers. Let me just say that you are all wonderful and amazing. This story wouldn’t be around if it wasn’t for you guys. 💋

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The kingdom was quiet. A blanket of snow muffled the winter winds as they battered the castle. The yuletide loomed and all were in a flurry to ready for the celebration. The biggest banquet of the year was to be held in the capital. A day of kindness and reverence to be marked with wine, dancing, and gifts.

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Slip of the Tongue [one shot]

SUMMARY: Reader has a bit too much of Thor’s Asgardian liquor and spills the beans.

Warnings: Language, mentions of sexual content, drinking

Notes: I’m channeling my own alter drunk-ego a bit in this one. I can’t shut up and I have no filter so this was fun to write. Enjoy.

They’d warned you, all of them. Hell, Thor himself had warned you, exclaiming that “Asgardian liquor was not for the faint of heart”. If it knocked two super soldiers on their asses after just one glass, just what the hell would it do to little old you?

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Hunger Chapter 3

[Masterlist] | [AO3] | [Chapter 2]

Character/Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader, Thor Odinson X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader, Loki Laufeyson X Reader

Warnings: A/B/O, noncon, breeding kink, etc.

Series Synopsis: You’re camping with your friends. On a hike you are suddenly kidnapped by a man who takes you to a secluded cabin occupied by other men. They call themselves alphas, the only ones of their kind, and they are convinced that they can convert you (a normal human) to an omega in order to carry their young.They groom you and force themselves on you until you take their knot.

Chapter Summary: The third alpha finally arrives, and the men make their plans for you to become their perfect omega.

Chapter Length: 8,610 words

A/N: No poll for this chapter! Sorry! But other than that, I hope you all enjoy!

Your breath was unsteady, your chest trembling with every inhale. There wasn’t enough air in the world to stop you from suffocating.

You held back from gasping when the arm around your waist dragged you closer to the warm body behind you.

There were too many arms around you… Too many chains anchoring you in the endless depths of water.

Your eyes remained closed in a vain attempt to mimic sleep. Hot air fanned over the back of your neck, and you bit the inside of your cheek. It was a wonder how the heat of your bodies pushed up together weren’t drenching you in sweat.

A different set of hands traveled around from the front of your hips to your ass, pulling your lower half to the warm head nestled against your stomach.

You scrunched up your nose when a soft pair of lips pressed themselves gently under your navel.

“Isn’t she so beautiful?” Bucky whispered below you, pulling your hips and stomach tighter against him.

A spark of heat erupted from behind your eyes, warning you of the tears that you would shed in the coming moments as Thor hummed behind you, agreeing with his companion. His hot breath washed over your neck from behind with his deep sigh.

This had been your whole night.

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IX. Missing*

Summary: NSFW! Things come to a head and everyone starts to be on the same page. JJ’s identity is revealed, and so is your relationship with Bucky. Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader/ Bucky Barnes x Reader

Ten Years Ago

JJ spends the night in the hospital upon her pediatrician’s request. In the morning a psychiatrist comes by to ask her questions that she doesn’t understand. Her parents sit by the bed, clutching onto each other’s hands as JJ draws a picture of a brick red house lined with shrubs.

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Until You Break My Heart [10/12]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Angst and actions that many people will disagree with Summary: Bucky Barnes, serial dater, has left a trail of broken hearts across Brooklyn. You’ve seen the damage firsthand, and determine to use your wit and ruthless charm to give him a taste of his own medicine. But what happens when you discover that he’s not the cruel man you’d thought, and your own heart is on the line?

The biting wind cuts through the thick folds of his wool coat – through the extra gloves he’d put on underneath his mittens, and the second scarf he’d wound around his head…it’s a horrible night, there’s no doubt about it. Even the stars in the clear sky are more deadly than pretty. Plumes of smoke from furnaces and fireplaces across the city, illuminated here and there by feeble street lights. Bucky walks faster to try to get some blood pumping his legs. 

A bad week, and a worse evening. Gone in search of answers, and none found. 

Few cars drive by. Rattling loud for the effort of making it through the cold snap, and Bucky brings his hands to his face to try to breathe some life through the mittens and into his flesh. 

Still three blocks from his apartment - but nearer than that is a golden glow from the glass windows of a church. Wreaths on the door, and the strains of an organ. 

Churches are always open, especially this time of year. Bucky starts up the steps, air seeping from his lungs, piercing like icicles, but the yank of a door handle, he steps into an entryway of burning warmth. 

He’s sweating at once. Peels away scarves and hats and gloves, tucking them in his pockets as the silence of the dim entryway sinks around him. Red carpets, elaborate carved woodwork - he glances around with interest, breathing deep a spicy scent. Absently rubs the palm of his aching left hand, staring through to the nearly-empty lines of pews. A few midnight worshippers, some lighting candles at the altar. The music, he realizes, is from a radio. Late for music, he thinks, and even the joyous strain doesn’t lift his spirits.

Just as Bucky is about to walk in further, to sit for a few minutes while he thaws - the door behind him surges open with a burst of cold wind, hitting him in the back of his head as he gives a grunt of pain, seeing stars. 

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