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Vampire!Stucky x Black Female Reader
Summary: After a Halloween party at an abandoned mansion, you wake up to discover strange bites on your body and a note inviting you back
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, slight dubcon, mentions of biting/bite marks, reader is 25, smut: oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, some mentions of blood sucking
Word Count: 5.0k
Note: So excited for you all to read this! It’s based off this wonderful concept an anon sent me who let me write it! Enjoy! Happy Spooky Season! 🖤
“The instruments of darkness tell us truths.” -William Shakespeare
Parties weren’t really your thing but you loved Halloween and this year your university was throwing a big Halloween party in the vacant and supposedly haunted mansion at the edge of town and it had your interest piqued.
I’m curious what do you have against the MCU?
completely took over an industry that was already restricted by nepotism and wealth and privilege and made it even harder for any new or creative or diverse ideas to be made and convinced millions of people that having lots of cgi is good cinema so now everything is so polished and shiny and ugly and soulless but still has this unearned cult of worship surrounding it so NOBODY can dare point out the military propaganda or bare minimum diversity or frankly bland filmmaking because if you do you're just a loser and it doesn't matter if you're a movie lover who just wants new and different content or martin scorcese because marvel has completely taken over cinema and criticism is not allowed because how DARE people not give a shit about iron man or loki and there's no need for decent characterisation or complex themes because it's easier to just make villains that are like "capitalism is bad...and also MURDERING CHILDREN IS OKAY!!!" so you can put out your sloppy storylines and make people think it's the morally righteous thing to do to pay money to watch every single one of your sequels and spin offs and reboots and whenever people start to complain about how the film and tv industry is becoming a husk of repetition you just shove benedict cumberbatch in the next spiderman movie or whatever because how can people be mad that we're making sure we're slowing sucking life out of the moving image when we're doing such fun crossovers? and of course all these crossovers are SO important so you have to watch all fifty movies and twenty shows and thirty spinoffs to understand anything else in our universe and you're damn sure we're going to be releasing the next thing as soon as the other is out of theatres or is out of episodes because we CANNOT have people straying and finding media that isn't owned by us at least not until our parent company has bought out that media as well because absolutely everything has to be disney and WE'RE the powerhouse right now and you are never going to escape it and if you want your work to get any kind of support or funding then you better hope you're lucky, know someone rich or with connections, or it features captain america because otherwise you can get fucked but don't worry sometimes we have movies abpout women too so we're actually a #girlboss cinematic universe and if you don't like the stuff we make then you HATE WOMEN and you HATE CINEMA and you HATE PEOPLE BEING HAPPY and originality and creativity is a myth and you're either with us or against us but if you're not with us prepare to find us following you all the fucking time anyway because you are NOT allowed to have interests outside of the MCU we are everywhere and either you will watch spiderloki 58: captain marvel: the revenge of environmentalists or we will fucking kill you ourselves
I guess I’ll slowly start moving some fics over here in order to finish. I should have posted this in October but I figure a little scary tale won’t hurt for the month of holiday cheer - and let’s be real - this year has been more of a horror story than anything else, right?
So without further ado, I present to you a story of vampires and grudges. Jane Foster, Thor and Scott Lang all make appearances in this one.
Dark! Loki x Black Female Reader - anyone can read though! I was watching Queen of the Damned and got inspired.
Notes: 18+, there will be biting, non-con, a few murders here and there - I say this so casually, ha. There are mentions of past domestic violence but only a few and not in detail. The creep factor is a little high so watch out for that.
I’m notoriously bad at tagging, although I promise to get better. @caffiend-queen @jevans2 @tcc-gizmachine
Summary | New life in a new city, you’re prepared to live life to the fullest. But your new job isn’t exactly what you thought it would be. Especially when you’ve caught the attention of a vampire who knows more about your job than you do. And your job goes against everything he stands for.
“Don’t stay too late.”
Your boss broke your concentration, a myriad of books over your desk while you looked up from your black-rimmed glasses sheepishly. This was your first job that didn’t involve a uniform or dealing with rude customers and you couldn’t get enough of all the reading it entailed. Asset curation wasn’t exactly the career that you had planned on, but the interview had gone extremely well, even if Dr. Tivan was a little eccentric for your tastes.
“I won’t,” you promised, closing the large book in front of you, dust sprinkling across your desk.
“It was more of a request. Bit weird out here once dusk hits. The night is even worse.”
Dr. Tivan hovered in the doorway for a moment, his white-blond hair standing up on end while he fumbled in his pant pockets. He raised his eyebrows in triumphant surprise, tossing a small set of keys on your already cluttered desk.
“To lock up. Yours to keep. I’ll expect those reports you’re researching by next week. Sound good?”
“Of course, Dr. Tivan.” You weren’t going to let him down. There were donors with deep pockets that were counting on your research to curate a particular find from Athens that Tivan had his eye on. It felt nice to be needed.
When you looked back up from your books, he was gone, the sound of his shoes squeaking against the linoleum.
summary: you came into his world unexpectedly, but you’re too close to being his valhalla for him to let you slip away without a fight. he’s yours; through and through he’s yours, and all he asks is for you to stand in his corner. andy barber is a good man who does terrible things for a greater good, and you have secrets that could unknowingly destroy him. empires aren’t built in a day, and maybe love can’t conquer all in the end.
pairing: mob!andy barber x woc!reader (all may read)
warnings: fluff, angst, violence (mafia, gun, etc.), nsfw smut, things will be tagged accordingly in each chapter!
ok but imagine jake getting hit on in front of reader and andy. how would they react?
Ohh I love this. This is perfect timing because I think my fellow Jake x Reader x Andy lovers need something fluffy after my last fic.
Reader’s response would depend on what designation was hitting on Jake and where they were. In general, Reader would be unbothered by an Alpha or even another Omega hitting on Jake. She’s secure in what she and Andy can offer Jake but if it was a Beta, she might respond differently.
Early on in their relationship when people were telling her to find an Alpha, Jake was getting told to stick with Betas. It wasn’t uncommon for him to get flack from other Betas for choosing an Omega over his own designation. Reader was always a little worried in the beginning that Jake might get tired of her designation and the trouble it brought them. Watching a Beta chat him up would bring up that old insecurity, especially if she was drinking.
Summary: When Jake gets hit on at the club by a pushy Beta, old insecurities rear their ugly head. [A/B/O dynamics, jealous Reader, alcohol use and sexual content, 18+]
Pairing: Alpha!Andy Barber x Beta!Jake Jensen x Omega!Reader
Word Count: 1.2K
Author’s Note: This is part of my “A Different Kind of Love” verse. Thank you @emmabarnes for beta’ing this!
Just read everything you have in the A Different Kind of Love verse and I'm loving this triad.
We've seen Jake's moment of insecurity but what about a moment for the Alpha to show his vulnerabilities, maybe something comes up or everyones sharing happy childhood memories and he thinks about how keeping his past from his Beta & Omega could hurt them from lack of trust or something so (after they've bonded but before they're thinking of pups) he tells them about his past, including where he came from (who his father is) and he's so afraid of how this information could change how they feel or how they view him.
Whooo boy. That gif has me in my feels.
Jake did a pretty extensive background check on Andy before letting him anywhere near Reader so he’s fully aware of Andy’s family history. At first, Reader isn’t because Jake felt that was Andy’s secret to tell, and he knew Reader would be understanding when it did come out.
Although, I think if this didn’t come out before the bonding ceremony Jake would have found a way to bring it up or made sure it was discussed. If Andy sat on that too long Reader would feel betrayed and lied to just like Laurie did.
I've written up a 1.5K drabble for this scenario that I will post tomorrow. Hopefully you'll enjoy it as much as @whoknowsanymore124, who screamed at me in my DMs while I was writing it.
A sneak peek below!
Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: SMUT! Stucky smut, explicit sexual content, explicit language, dirty talk. And a whole lotta smut. (Must be 18+)*
Summary: Your soldiers come home from a mission and you get reacquainted.
Summary: Madi meets Chase, an underground fighter, and he likes to beat up a lot more than just people.
Words: 10.2K
Warnings: Age gap, sexual content, mention of cancer
When Chase first met Madi, she’d bumped into him in the line of a small coffee shop. He was smitten right away, he just knew. When he turned from his place in line to face the person who had bumped into him, he saw her. This girl, Madi, had the prettiest set of eyes he’d ever seen. Something about the way they widened in shock as she realized what she’d just done simply captivated him. Those brown eyes painted her in a soft aura like her intentions were pure; always good. He would never admit it to himself, but something about Madi left him begging for a touch. He became aware of his own heartbeat and how heavy his breaths were. Jesus, all this girl had done was bump into him, and he’d lost all his senses. As she started apologizing profusely for bumping into this stranger, his gaze traveled across her face and landed on her perfectly plump lips. He admired the way her mouth moved gracefully and couldn’t help but imagine those very lips wrapped around something a little more stimulating.
Madi’s apology abruptly fell off her lips as their eyes met and she finally took a closer look at the man in front of her. A small gasp escaped her as she took note of the bruises across his face.
“The fuck you looking at?“
Summary: On vacation in Europe you’re kidnapped by a stranger who thinks only he can protect you from an unseen enemy known as Hydra. After months on the run, you finally escape. Years later you’re just starting to get your life back together when you accept a job at Stark Tower. The last thing you expect to see is your kidnapper, a part of the Avengers and going by the name Bucky Barnes. [References to traumatic event, PTSD and stalking]
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 3.3K
Author’s Note: Thank you @emmabarnes for your keen eyes and beta work! We’re in the home stretch, only one more chapter to go!
Bucky doesn’t sleep, overly aware of the way your body feels against his and how perfectly you fit in his arms. He’s dreamed of this moment, over and over again throughout the years but especially since you’ve come back into his life. Knowing you’re here willingly, that you sought him out for comfort is more than he ever hoped for. It almost doesn’t feel real but underneath that joy is a dark sort of guilt.
He pushes it away before it can claw its way up his throat and pulls you closer. He noses at the skin of your neck to reassure himself you’re safe in his arms. He breathes in deeply, savoring your scent. In your sleep you murmur something and push back against him, seeking more of his touch. A current of desire fizzles to life in his chest, a deep sort of ache that has him brushing his lips over your skin before he can stop himself. You taste sweet, just like he imagined in his dreams.
There was real desire in your eyes when you kissed him, the sight enough to make him hard and desperate for you but then you called him James… It was like being doused with cold water, reality crashing back in. Some part of you still saw him as that fractured, broken man and he knew he had to pull away.
The Soldier is sated, he’s killed for you and you’re safe in his arms but he’s not the one Bucky’s worried about now. It’s his true self. He almost let himself get lost in you, caught up in the moment. That desire is still there now, burning low but hot. With you calm and asleep he knows he should leave but he can’t find the strength to pull away just yet. He’ll leave soon, he promises himself, tightening his hold on you.
He’ll only stay a few minutes more.
“I keep coming up with all these ridiculous metaphors, but it’s like, you experience this huge storm and then, by God, you get the rainbow at the end of it! And you wouldn’t have had the rainbow if it had been a sunny day the whole time.” She stops to laugh and sighs, and leaves me with one final question, “I feel like there’s a bit of a rainbow inside, you know what I mean?”
Photography / Benjamin Tietge
they're saving my life
ugh. wanna have disrespectful sex to this song.
Summary: On vacation in Europe you’re kidnapped by a stranger who thinks only he can protect you from an unseen enemy known as Hydra. After months on the run, you finally escape. Years later you’re just starting to get your life back together when you accept a job at Stark Tower. The last thing you expect to see is your kidnapper, a part of the Avengers and going by the name Bucky Barnes. [Canon level violence, panic attack and PTSD]
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2.6K
Author’s Note: Thank you @emmabarnes for your keen eyes and beta work!
When you open your mouth to scream Caroline darts forward to shove a hand over your mouth and nose. The sharp press of a knife to your throat makes you still.
“Shut the fuck up,” the man snarls, dragging you into the narrow alley between buildings.
“I’m going to pull my hand away. Don’t scream,” she instructs. “Blink if you understand.”
You do what she asks, gasping for air when she steps away. Your cheeks are wet with tears and your bottom lip trembles.
“That’s a good little mouse,” Caroline says, pulling out a syringe from her purse and uncapping it. Your adrenaline spikes when she grasps your hair to force your head to the side. “You’re so quiet and unassuming, I never would have thought you were shacking up with the famed Winter Soldier.”
“It’s always the quiet ones,” the man behind you says with a low laugh.
“Please don’t do this,” you beg. “We’re not together. He’s not what you think,” you tell her desperately.
“Oh honey, I got news for you. A man doesn’t abandon a building under siege mid-search unless he’s got pretty strong feelings for a gal.”
The knife at your throat disappears, but the man holds you still. You start to struggle, crying in earnest, but Caroline shushes you. “None of that now. This isn’t going to kill you. We need you alive for the next part.”
Here I am, minding my own damn business when @ghotifishreads visits violence on my inbox with this photo and starts asking about mechanic Curtis.
Now I’m thinking about a sweet Reader that gets hired as the front desk admin. She wears cute little sundress every day and is the exact opposite of the grumpy head mechanic. Maybe she gets a little nervous and unsure around some of the other men because they’re crass and rough. Then one day Curtis catches the new guy saying some gross shit to her and goes off, growing at him. Maybe he gets physical and grabs the guy by the front of the shirt and tells him to knock that shit off.
Reader brings him muffins the next day as thanks. Poor Curtis spends half his time watching her through the shop window, thinking about marking up her pretty skin with his grease-stained hands. Little does he know she’s fantasizing about him bending her over the reception desk and putting those big, dirty hands all over her body.
“I don’t want to ruin your dress,” Curtis whispers, brows furrowed as his hands hover between your bodies.
“I don’t care, just kiss me. Touch me,” you pant, grasping the back of his neck to pull him down to you.
You mash your lips against his, moaning when he finally grabs you by the waist and cages your body between his and the wall.
“Fuck, sweet girl,” he groans. “Gonna get you so dirty.”
Anyway….where was I?
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Summary: After the train crash you make a deal with Curtis for your survival. [Dubcon, explicit sex and loss of virginity. 18+]
Pairing: Soft Dark!Curtis Everett x Reader
Word Count: 1.8K
Author’s Note: Thank you @emmabarnes for the excellent beta work. This is based on the prompt from @brandycranby: “Being one of the other survivors, front or back you choose, and needing to rely on him to stay alive? Soft dark?” Reblog or comment if you enjoy!
It’s warm in the small room, the crackle and pop of burning wood the only sound beyond your quiet breathing and that of the man in front of you. Outside the window, you can make out a few snow flurries when they pass close to the glass, but the rest is bathed in darkness and the shimmering reflection of the fire.
“You have a soft heart,” Curtis murmurs, cupping your face with one of his large hands.
His skin is warm and dry against yours. Underneath the beanie, his brows are drawn together in concern. You know his statement isn’t a compliment. Not in his world, the one you live in now.
“I survived,” you remind him quietly.
“You did,” he agrees. “But you weren’t alone. Others carried the weight and kept you safe. But they’re gone now.”
You swallow and look away. The lump in your throat burns, and you wipe the stray tear that falls hastily. You’ve already shown enough weakness in the weeks since Curtis found you in the caves, huddled with the half-frozen corpses of the man and woman who helped drag you to safety after the crash. Just like then, you’re useless in the camp, unskilled. You’ve seen how they treat the other front-enders here.
“I can protect you. Keep you safe if you’ll let me.”
When you look up at him, his bright blue eyes are unexpectedly kind and his expression is gentle.
“For a price,” you add.
“Yes,” he agrees, shifting closer. “Nothing is free in this world, sweet girl. You know that. If it’s not me, it’ll be someone else.”
