Chosen (Part 2)

Chosen (Part 2)

Dark!Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Part 1: https://beeblebrox-be-damned.tumblr.com/post/189334167718/chosen-part-1

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, breeding kink, impregnation kink, forced relationship. Also, this is my first attempt at writing a dark Marvel fic, so please be gentle on me lmao. You stepped back, wrenching yourself out of his arms. You knew it was ridiculous to try, but Norns were you terrified. Your chest heaving, you backed towards the door. 

Your bare feet made almost no sound on the smooth floor. “N-no, no, no,” you murmured, eyes closing. “I don’t w-want th-is.” Your voice cracked and your back hit the door.

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GENIUS!!!

if marvel revealed that steve rogers was actually stuck in the quantum realm it would legitimately be one of the most unsettling plot twists they could manage like not only would it mean that old steve is not steve at all, rather someone or something else, but it would also imply that steve didn’t finish his mission and return all the stones & that the very fabric of reality is in danger

You are a hardworking, successful journalist for Vanity Fair, and you’ve been sent to the Thrombey mansion to write a profile on the family at the eve of Harlan’s 85th birthday. With promises of a promotion, you’re eager to do well. But–you have a dark secret. Soon, you become entangled in Detective Blanc’s investigation, and involved with the notorious Hugh Ransom Drysdale himself. Your career is important to you, and this investigation threatens everything you hold dear. What are you prepared to sacrifice for your ambition?  

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale/Reader

Warnings: smut later on, drinking, talk of cheating, dubcon, murder.

A/N: Spoilers for Knives Out. In order to make reader a suspect, she’s not exactly the nicest person. This will closely follow the canon, but deviate in some areas.

PROLOGUE

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Forever Yours

Pairing: 1940s!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SAPPY AS HELL, Fluff, Angst, War References

Summary: Two lovebirds exchange letters during the War.

Written to this song on repeat. Enjoy!

June 16, 1943

Hey sweetheart,

It’s been 19 hours since I kissed you goodbye, but I’ll never forget the dress you wore to the docks. You took my breath away! Nearly tempted me to do something I shouldn’t have… at least not without permission, and we can’t have that, can we? 

I’ve just gotta see you in a white dress again, sugar. Mark my words, as soon as I come home, I’m gonna have a long talk with your parents. Gotta ask ‘em properly. I just wish I could have done it before I left. You would have said no, though, wouldn’t you? Until I’m yours for good, not government issue. My girl’s just too smart to get tied down without thinking it through! That’s one reason out of a thousand why I love you.

I know how upset you were that you couldn’t send me off with a smile, but I’m a little happy that those tears were for me. I’m the luckiest man in the world to be able to say that you’re mine.

Miss you already.

Bucky

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The Assistant

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Fluff, Smut - Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex && SPOILERS

Word Count: 6853

Description: CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE FILM. You’ve been working for the Trombleys for four years now, the last two years of your service being a glorified babysitter to the most annoying, self-absorbed, dickhead Hugh Ransom Drysdale. 

You wanted to smack that dumb smirk off his stupid dumb face. 

Hugh Ransom Drysdale. The bane of your fucking existence. Standing there with that stupid fucking smirk on his face, he fucking loved this. Watching as you cleaned up his mess. A crying girl on his doorstep and you, his assistant (aka babysitter), trying to calm her down enough to get her to leave his house. This dumb contemporary floor to ceiling windowed, minimalist, empty souled house. The girl had been picked up at a bar last night. Charmed by his handsome face, the money he was careless to spend, the way he spoke to you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. 

It was a fucking joke. A trick. You’ve seen it a million times and you’d be willing you bet that you’d see it a million more. 

The door blocked her view of him, your clear view of him from the side, sipping on a mug of coffee in his hands and fucking smirking. 

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Instinct: Steve x Reader

Summary: When you and Steve decide that it’s time to start a family, Steve becomes a little over excited to get a jump on things.

Word Count: 6612

Warnings: NSFW, multiple rounds of sex, unprotected sex, nipple play, planning for pregnancy, breed kink

“Retirement looks good on you, Mr. Rogers.”

Steve looks up at your approach, pencil lifting from the sketchpad perched on his knee. “Does it?” He leans back against the couch cushions, closing the pad and balancing it on the armrest.

You give him a tilted smile and lean in for a chaste kiss, being careful to not spill the contents from the plates you hold in either hand. “Brought you some breakfast,” you tell him before turning and bending over to set the plates down on the coffee table.

“Yes, I can see that,” he muses moments before you feel his hands grip your hips and tug.

With a startled yelp, you fall backward into his lap. His arms tighten around you further as his lips meet the dip where your neck and shoulder meet. You giggle girlishly at the playful nip that follows. “I meant the food, Steve.”

“If that were true, you’d be wearing pants.” One of his hands glides down your body, fingers brushing the bare skin of your thigh just past the hem of the t-shirt you’re wearing. One that had come out of his drawer.

“It’s not very practical to wear pajama pants to bed when you sleep next to a human furnace.” You tilt your head back against his shoulder, giving him better access as his lips roam over your skin.

“Didn’t hear you complaining during the winter months.”

You laugh again, shifting around until you’re facing him. You toss your arms loosely over his shoulders. “I’m not complaining now either. Just stating facts.”

He looks up at you with humor in his eyes. “It kind of sounds like you’re complaining.”

You raise a brow in challenge. “Do you want me to go put on some pants? Because I will…” You begin to make the motion of pushing off him to stand but stop when you feel his large hands grip the back of your thighs, keeping you in place. Your lips split into a victorious grin. “Okay then.”

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