Summertime Sadness .7.

summertime sadness .7.

night moves

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: non con sex (oral, intercourse) WARNING LOKI CHAPTER. 

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky and dark!Loki and explicit. 18+ only. 

Summary: Loki takes what he wants.

Note: Well, despite everything I finished this yesterday before the flood of dismay. That being said, this series has an arc and we will follow our course. Next chapter, back to other characters. And a final warning that this chapternis rough. REALLLY rough so please proceed with caution. Thank you!💋

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The walk-up was just as refined as its resident. Loki’s arm was around your waist as he led you up the steps of the upscale townhouse. It wasn’t as endearing as Steve’s suburban mansion or as cozy as Bucky’s urban loft. It was as cold and unwelcoming as the man who lived there. 

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The Beads (orc boyfriend Gunnar)

Part 2

You’ll probably never get used to the sound of orc cries after a won battle. Every time after their victory, a group of orc warriors would come to the tavern to celebrate, while whooping and giving out long roars filled with joy. You felt he sound echoing deep in your chest  as you walked pass them, carrying a tray with beer mugs to the next table.

You worked at the tavern since a few years, earning good coin from the regular patrons, often very drunk ones. It wasn’t unusual that after a fat tip, you’d get offers from drunk man, who either wanted to bed, or marry you, or just couldn’t stop staring at your cleavage, exposed by the ridiculous dress you were required to wear at work. You always rebuffed them and seen that they get home before turning more insistent. You didn’t care much for them but you knew other working girls sometimes didn’t mind disappearing in the back with the more handsome patrons. But short, drunken squeezes behind a curtain, between barrels of beer wasn’t what you were after, so mostly you just answered their offers with a smile, while shaking your head.

On that evening the orc horde who came in to celebrate was one of the most regular ones around here. They were mercenary warriors, who were often hired by nobility that were at war with someone. No one who hired orcs for their armies, ever lost a battle. They were fierce warriors, strong as four men in one, hard to kill, fast, skilled, with weapons that could split the skull of a dragon.

One of the greatest of them was Gunnar. You knew he was in more battles than others, judging by all the scars that covered his muscular arms and shoulders you once saw bare after they stumbled into the tavern right after battle, where he lost his armor, and by the respect the other orcs showed him. He also had an impressive amount of beads in his hair, that you once overheard were like insignia for orcs. He wasn’t taller or broader that others in his group, but he was more composed, stoic, at least when he was in the village. While his companions celebrated and shouted, he only laughed and drank, and never failed to leave some more coins for you at the table when they left.

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In a Sleepy Town [Headless Horseman x Reader][pt.5]

Story Summary: “The horseman who rides atop his alabaster steed, cloaked in crimson without a head.”

In the sleepy town of Moorwick, you are drawn into the legend of horseman when you learn it is associated with your father’s disappearance twenty years ago. When the local ghost story turns to be anything but that, and a bargain goes awry, you delve into Moorwick’s dark history with hopes of saving more than just yourself.

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Chapter Five: You could no longer refute that your relationship with the horseman was more complex than you initially thought it to be. What did it mean? Just as you’re coming to terms with this, Colson offers a gift that could change everything. And Moorwick’s more prestigious residents let you know that there are eyes always watching.

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The early December air was an unabashed presence to you that night. It slithered beneath the many layers you could muster while still being able to move, setting the hair on the back of your neck tall like spines, numbed the tips of your ears, and cemented your fingers wound the horse’s stiff reins. The seat beneath you felt harder than usual, nothing short of being jostled around on a big stone as you attempted to ride through the horse’s rough gait. Perhaps more than anything, it felt rather amiss to be astride in the saddle without the horseman there to keep you upright. You were used to the steadiness of his chest to catch you, and his arms anchoring you down into the seat. Without him, the wind prowled excitedly, pushing against your back with a bite that you felt cut through your skin and bone, and launch you atop of the horse’s neck more than once. “It is way too cold to do this tonight, let me off,” you complained over the whistle and wail of the breeze, and the muffs tightly cradling your ears. The horse continued to trot in the same wide circle obediently, showing little regard to your commands despite your grip on the reins. From the middle of the circle, you clenched an eye against a glare of white that only just illuminated the horseman’s chest in a halo of light. It had been at his insistence that you were even doing this, or more accurately: he had dismounted, gave his steed a swift smack on the ass and sent it surging forward into the circle before you could have hopped off.

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In a Sleepy Town [Headless Horseman x Reader][pt 6]

Summary: “The horseman who rides atop his alabaster steed, cloaked in crimson without a head.”

In the sleepy town of Moorwick, you are drawn into the legend of horseman when you learn it is associated with your father’s disappearance twenty years ago. When the local ghost story turns to be anything but that, and a bargain goes awry, you delve into Moorwick’s dark history with hopes of saving more than just yourself.

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Chapter Six: You are determined to get answers from the horseman regarding the whereabouts of your father. It goes horribly awry. To make matters worse, new information comes your way about the peculiarities of Moorwick, making the search for the horseman’s head far more complex and there are some people determined to keep it that way.

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The rumpled picture of Colson and your father stayed with you from that day on, laid flat against your chest in the breast-pocket of your coat. Having a piece of him so close to you meant something that you couldn’t place into words, only knowing that it had a heftiness to it, a presence so near to your heart that you could never forget it was there. The horseman had scared you that night when he took it, sent the blood racing into your ears loudly and your mind festering with anger.

You could not recall another moment where you felt so compelled to hurting. Just as an itch beneath the skin was unbearable, you thought fire burned in your veins through your fingertips. That anger did not belong to you, it felt almost as though something else wished to guide your hand.

Doubtlessly, the horseman was unflappable and you would have gained nothing in return. Your wrist would shatter and he would remain pristine, strength boundless, and your death imminent any time he so chose it to be. It made you wonder if there was a lingering piece of him that wished to destroy you still, after these long months nurturing something with him.

Your thoughts spiraled wildly, deteriorated at the notion of what could be. When he helped you find your father; when you returned his head to him, would he draw his blade on you again? Could you even manage to return to an office job in the city after all of this?

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summertime sadness .6.

overtime

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (oral, masturbation)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only. I know they aren’t super dark, but like questionable so I’m keeping those tags just to be safe.

Summary: Your new duties start to mount.

Note: Thanks once again for all the support on this series :) We’re going to go well over six parts if that isn’t obvious. Estimate is 10 but no promises. Things are heating up though and I can’t wait to continue. That being said, I got some rl work to do so might be a delay in parts. Thank you!💋

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You watched glumly as the desks emptied out one by one. Stacey was always one of the last to go. She gave a cheery farewell as she grabbed her bubblegum pink purse and headed out the door. You waved at her and swallowed down your fear. Those still at their desks took her departure as a cue. They left soon after.

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Werewolf boyfriend Rolf (NSFW)

Requested by @nyx-daughterofchaos98 ❤️

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Another attack, another robbery. This time it happened to the miller.

It was already a pattern. During the full moon, everyone in your village was going into hiding, bolting the doors and keeping some silver, if their household posessed any, at hand’s reach in case the pack chose their home as their next target.

They lived in an abandoned house in the forest, which they made into their den a couple of months ago. The pack consisted of a few members, led by Rolf, their alpha. You saw him a couple of times. Arrogant, hostile, walked around the village as if he owned the place. Well… he kinda did. His pack controlled everything and they took whatever they wanted from the people, and they didn’t do it in a gentle manner.

But after you saw the millers wife tending to the deep slash wounds on her husbands chest, from where one of the werewolves had pushed him away and his claws cut into his flesh, you felt anger boiling up in you.

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