Tapestry XXXI

tapestry 👑 XXXI

Warnings: dark elements, dub/noncon (sexy sex sex)

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 tries to cope.

Note: This is late because I had a terrible migraine but I managed to do this! So yeah :) Hope you enjoy.<3

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

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It was your second to last day in Brook’s End. The chapel flickered in eerie candlelight as you knelt among the empty pews. It was your little secret; a trick of your own. You’d found that the king, nor anyone else, questioned your piety. None wondered after your private prayers or sought to disturb you. When you discovered that this castle had an altar of its own, you declared it a momentary refuge.

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I was just wondering if you could write one where the reader and richie are close friends and he somehow finds out no ones ever made her cum, so he takes it upon himself and eats her out and doesn't stop until she's cum several times and eventually squirts?

a/n: okay this got soft. didn’t mean to. also in this reader calls richie “RJ” because in the gc we hc that richies middle name is jude and you call him RJ okay anyways there’s my explanation here’s the fic

warnings: smut do i even need to say it

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Damn, is she dead, dead?

Where You Belong (5)

Curtis Everett x Reader

Synopsis: (Based on Snowpiercer) You are a Forward section passenger who finds herself condemned to the Tail section after offending Wilford. (If you have not seen the film Wikipedia has an excellent synopsis of the plot and characters).

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****I’M ADDING PAST PHYSICAL ABUSE AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE TO THIS CHAPTERS WARNINGS*****

Warning: This is a non / dubious consent work. This story contains violence, explicit smut and adult themes. 

When you woke Curtis was gone. The shackle on your wrist, however, was very much present. You tamped down your disappointment. It had been stupid to think sharing his bed would have changed his low opinion of you. Still, you had hoped. 

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Control [1/2]

The Pawn

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4250

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes slowly take each other to pieces – but at what cost?

Warnings: Swearing. Explicit smut. Unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap, thank you), dirty talk, thigh-riding, oral sex (both m/f receiving), face-fucking, orgasm denial, mild choking, some Sub!Bucky, mostly Dom!Bucky, Bucky’s thighs of betrayal, which is an 18+ only warning in itself – but seriously, this fic is 18+ only.

A/N: This is for my beloved baby Gigi @tropicalcap​ for her 4K Songfic Challenge – CONGRATS ON 4K BABY 🖤🖤 Thank the universe for bringing our dumb-asses together – this is a homage to our sins. My prompt was the song, Special Affair by The Internet – I truly hope I did one of your favourite songs justice. This is part I of II, because there’s only so much smut I can handle in one hit.

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He was staring.

The I’m making this too obvious kind of staring.

The I would let you ride me across the Pacific Ocean kind of staring.

And you knew it.

He knew it too and decided it’d be a gentler death to set himself on fire.

Bucky gritted his teeth, shaking his head by way of trying to clear his thoughts, hair coming a little loose from his bun, gaze turned away and yet he could feel your eyes on him. It prickled a strange hold through him, catching his eyes watching you, steady, waiting, a little fierce and blown hot if he was honest. The thought threw a shiver through his spine and it took him a while to notice he was tracing the rim of his glass a little too enthusiastically.

“James, three o'clock.”

Oh, you were at his three o’ clock alright. It’d be his four o'clock and all the other fucking clocks, turning and rolling beneath and over him, through him if he could just get his damn itching, wanting hands on you and swallow that smirk off your pretty face.

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Good Enough

Summary: From this ask:  i read your deadcrush miniseries and ig i got caught in the feels and love the way you write 💛 i was wondering if you could write something bucky x y/n where she’s younger but they’re in a stable relationship and she becomes pregnant? like she‘s happy and excited but bucky is kinda worried bc of his genes, past, etc.

Pairings: Reader/ Bucky

A/N: So sorry this took like five months! 2.5k words. Fluff with a little cussing involved.

“How do you feel about the color orange?”

It’s a Friday night in the tower, almost bedtime when you embark of a journey of questions, carefully placed breadcrumbs for Bucky.

“I feel… fine?”

“Light orange or dark orange?”

“What’s dark orange look like? A dirty penny?”

“Light orange it is.” You scrunch your nose at the thought of painting a room the shade he’s imagining.

“What for?”

You shrug.

When you both brush your teeth, you take glance at him in the mirror, eyes trailing from his brow to his chin, attentive to the way his nose slopes and his jaw cuts. Jesus, you’d be lucky if–

Bucky mutters from behind a mouthful of toothpaste suds, “What is it?”

After four years it makes sense that he would be able to figure out when you’re keeping thoughts to yourself. He’s in your head, Bucky Barnes. Even when he’s not there, you’re thinking of him. Every second of the day, really. It’s Bucky breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and all other hours, too. It makes you a little bewildered with joy that you can feel so much for a single person.

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Thor’s Kitten

Request:  Hi can I request a dark!thor fic? Something where reader falls asleep in his bed(I imagine it’s the biggest and most comfy and unused cuz it’s Thor). She doesn’t know he’s coming tho and when he finds her he thinks she’s like a welcome back gift. So he uses her until she wakes up. Thank you!

Warnings: Rough sex, Dark!Thor,  Non-con (Please do not read if this offends you), turns into dub con.  

Pairing:  Thor x reader

Words:  2500

A/N:  this is FILTHY!!

It was a stupid chore.  Changing the linens on every royal’s room in the palace even if they hadn’t slept there the night before.  Here you found yourself changing the sheets on Prince Thor’s bed for the twelfth day in a row when he was no where to be found, probably fighting some important battle.  You doubted he was even on Asgard.  

You dropped the clean set of sheets on the chair next to the bed and looked at the flawless mattress.  The gold and red comforter and satin pillow cases looked so inviting.   It was large enough you had to get on your knees and crawl across the thing to get the linens down so you were aware how soft it was.  

A yawn left your mouth.  This was your final task of the day.  You looked down at your blue dress.  You were leaving here to meet up with friends and already changed out of the maid’s uniform.  Managed to freshen up your hair and makeup too.    

You changed early since the servant’s rooms were on the far side of the palace and you didn’t want to walk back after doing this meaningless task.  Nobody was expecting to see you again the rest of the night.  You told your friends you weren’t coming, you could still surprise them a few hours late.  There really was no need to rush.  

Besides, the bed looked so inviting.   Another yawn left and you fell forward, hugging an untouched pillow, spreading out over the massive piece of furniture.  Just a little cat nap, you told yourself as you drifted off.  

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“That was a battle for the ages.”  Loki took off his helmet as they walked into the palace.  

“Another victory for Asgard.”  Thor ran his fingers through his locks.  “One that must be celebrated.”  

He looked to his comrades.  They all looked exhausted.  Lady Siff shook her head.  

“None of you want to play?”  Thor turned to look at them, holding his arms up.  “Surely you have the spirit for celebration brother?”  

“I’m having a kitten sent to your room.”  Loki laughed.  “That way you will always have something to entertain yourself, since none of us can keep up.”  

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