Where You Belong (2)

Where You Belong (2)

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).

Warning: This is a non / dubious consent work. This story contains violence, explicit smut and adult themes. Please do not take the warnings lightly. You have been warned.

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There had been no grand tour of the facilities on your arrival so you had no idea where you were going. With no care for who or what you ran into you made your way through the crowded corridor.

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Where You Belong

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).

Warning: This is a non / dubious consent work. This story also contains violence and adult themes. This chapter is mostly background but it does contain violence.  You have been warned.

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The stench was becoming familiar. When the guards had marched you through the gate it had been overwhelming, like hitting a concrete wall face first. You had no name for the scent. Nothing in your memory had provided even the slightest reference you could latch onto. 

It was a far cry from the crisp, fresh citrus and soothing lavender fragrances you had been accustomed to. Your downfall had been so quick, so complete, so final. Tears began to gather in your eyes. Easier to sleep, to avoid the utter wretchedness of the tail section. Turning to face the rusted metal wall, your eyelids softly closed, visions of airy light filling your head.

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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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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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Can’t Be Bought (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

{This is my very first dark fic, so let me know what you think. I have @sherrybaby14 and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor to thank for giving me the courage to finally join this side of tumblr.}

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WARNINGS: NON-CON! {IF THIS OFFENDS YOU PLEASE DNI! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED}

Summary: You’ve gotten a job at the infamous Thrombey mansion with the help of your best friend Marta. It isn’t perfect, but it pays well. Your only true complaint takes the form of one Ransom Drysdale who seems to have had a problem with you from day one.

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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.

Masterlist here.

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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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