Scarlet Rush

Scarlet Rush

Male! Toga Himiko x Reader

Contains: bloodplay, knifeplay, dubious consent, non-consensual drugging, voyeurism, face-fucking, and just a sexy ass Male! Toga.

Note: Media or the characters involved do not belong to me; I only own the story. Plagiarism will not be tolerated.

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Painted Windows 1

Warnings: violence, trauma, allusions to abuse and noncon, isolation, torture, further tags to be added.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are freed from your prison but for what, you don’t know.

Note: This is a story I’ve been planning for a while. It’ll be slow at first as we introduce our characters and I hope you guys enjoy it. I always appreciate you and thanks for all your patience. Thank you. Love you guys!

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Painted windows there for me, painted windows so I can see

Gunshots came muffled from the other side of the concrete. Each bullet was punctuated by the heavy stomp of boots down the hallway. You listened, huddled between the dingy metal toilet and the rusted cot. There was chaos beyond and your cell was no longer a prison, but your only protection.

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Beautiful and Damned 13 - The Fall [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Bliss can disappear in a moment.

Word Count: 3443

Warnings: Mentions of sex and violence.

This just had to be the brightest idea.

It had all started a couple of days ago when you were pulled into a deserted hallway by Geralt, and you had whined about how you could barely see him, your duties and his hunts in the forest but instead of just telling you to bear it, Geralt had come up with a different plan:

To visit your chambers, when he came back at dawn. Needless to say, now every night was better since you had the hope of seeing him when you woke up.

Well, with the exception of nightmares of course.

It had to be around the fifth time you had fallen asleep that through your haze you realized a movement in the room, by the window. You wanted to open your eyes, you really did, but your bed was very warm and peaceful and it surrounded you until you felt a soft touch over your hair, and heard his deep voice.

“Good morning princess.”

You forced yourself to open your eyes even though your eyelids weighed a ton, and a small smile pulled at your lips the moment the sight of him filled your vision.

“Welcome back,” you snuggled deeper into the covers, mind still clouded because of the fog of the sleep, “Is it morning already?”

“Almost,” he said, “Dawn.”

“Oh,” you yawned, then reached out to run your fingertips over his hand, “Was it a difficult hunt?”

“Not really,” he muttered, “Go back to sleep, hm?”

“No.”

He chuckled, “No?”

You were sure that normally you would be too embarrassed to even suggest such a thing, but luckily the sleep managed to get rid of any control you had over your mouth.

“Come,” you patted the bed and he tilted his head,

“Hm?”

“It’s warm,” you mumbled as you yawned, “You’re tired, and it’s too early.”

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Painted Windows 9

Warnings: violence, trauma, allusions to abuse and noncon, isolation, torture, further tags to be added.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You spend some time with Bucky.

Note: Alright, here we go. Another chapter, another mind bend. Hope you all enjoy and a reminder that I’ve opened anon again and that I’m always open to chat. Thank you. Love you guys!

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Masterlist

Bucky held you that night. Something about him had changed. Or maybe you had. His embrace was no longer a suffocating vise but warm and reassuring. You slept sounder than you ever had. His heart beat as steady as his snores.

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Beautiful and Damned 12- Stolen Moments [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Love creates treasured moments.

Word Count: 3589

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death.

It was as if everything was shinier now.

You had never thought it would be possible for you to wake up happy in this court, but it was exactly what you had felt that morning. Even if you hadn’t been able to see Geralt after your small escapade in the stables, the memory seemed to have etched itself into your mind, never leaving, so that you could enjoy it over and over again.

You were happy. Ecstatic even, when the future looked so bright and full of promises, when it was almost too hard for you not to walk around signing, when-

“Y/N!”

When your beloved brother shouted your name from the hallway before even getting to your door.

“Are you decent?”

You looked up from your sketches, “Yes,” you called out and he opened the door, then walked inside.

“Where’s Cassie?”

“She’s helping Meriel,” you said, “Something mother said about her jewelry for the wedding.”

“She has good taste,” Fin nodded, “So… I’ve had a thought.”

“Oh no.”

He made a face, “Listen first.”

“No no no, Fin I’m in such a good mood!”

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Artichokes

Summary: A peek into the beginning of Bag of Tricks

Pairing: Chaotic Dumbass!Reader/ Exasperated! Bucky

A/N:  ~2k words. Written for @sunmoonandbucky​‘s challenge! So sorry it’s late! Congrats on your milestone, you deserve it and so much more! ✨ My prompt was “Even artichokes have hearts” 

Warnings: Canon-level violence, cursing. StupiT stuff.

“Hey.” It’s not a greeting.

The flight is still long, at least another two hours until the destination is reached. Behind his seat, you poke with your foot, other leg stretched over Natasha’s knee as she dozes off.

“What.” It’s not a question.

Fifteen minutes since the last time you opened your mouth and Bucky knew he wouldn’t make the half-hour mark; it was too good to be true.

“If you were an animal, what would you be?”

“Don’t like animals.”

A huff as you glare out the window and into the clouds, cross that he’s decided to be cross first.

“Okay. If you had a kid, boy or girl?”

“Don’t like kids.”

Natasha chuckles, eyes still closed, hand gently rubbing your knee in consolation because sometimes Bucky just gets this way, and he often gets this way in prolonged flights or car rides—when he’s showcasing his most winning personality trait: patience. Ha-ha.

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