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Oneshot prompt list!!

(Just say the number and a character in an ask!)

Sfw!

1: failed gingerbread cookies

2: Rodeo!!

3: Texas tulips

4: Roadtrip!!

5: Volunteering at an animal shelter turns to "CAN WE KEEP HIMMM"

6: Trying weed for the first time

7: Teaching ur kids (theyre stupid) to read

8: Oneeew fishuhhhh twoooo fishuhhh (dumb reader/smart character)

9: Cute height gap stuff

10: tinder match

11: idk just ask gng

NSFW (my thing)

0: use my smut wheel and ask for a character!!

1 : "im not fucking done yet" after INTENSE sex

2 : "youuuu muuuussst... bouunccee on itttt" (very obviously count orlok)

3: "Your dad's gonna kill me" (dbsf! Character)

4: period sex w a vamp

5: "Let them look at you, see how much of a slut you are"

6: kitchen sex!!

7: breakup sex (greys anatomy ref)

8: pornstar/camgirl! Reader

9: pornstar/camgirl!character

10: sex room??? (GOON CAVE??)

11: breastmilk.. drinking.. heh..

12: waterworks.. just.. yeah..

13: feet. Socks. Footjobs!!

14: anal beads.

15: Virginity loss!!

16: drunk sex

18: high sex

19: kidneypapped reader??? (Dark.. kidnapping..)

20: PREGNANT SEX????

21: boss/worker

22: literally anything else. Just ask, i have literally no boundaries.

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Hello to my 5 followers!!!

I have a teeny warning...

As you might know, I love dark content. Why do I enjoy it? I'm a horny little sex monster and slapping is hot.

My next few fics will be pretty dark.. like.. REEEAAAALLLYYYY dark... so.. you are warned.

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YES IK I HAVE LIKE 7 LOKI FANFICS TO WORK ON BUT JOEL X READER COMING SOON... VERY SOON...

And coming in more than 1 way.. heh

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Is this a safe space to admit I slept w my best friends dad...

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Ok so i lowk need to grind on dutch's boots.. nyehehe..

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I think i came in my pants

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Mor(t)ality - Loki x Reader

Y/N L/N kneeled on the floor of the throne room, scrubbing scuffs and dirt away. The harsh mix of lye and other cleaning agents burning her skin, her hands rough and calloused after years of work in the palace.

My cleaning was interrupted by a group of people entering the room, the Allfather's hateful gaze finally shifting off of me as I continue scrubbing, waiting for a dismissal, so as to not anger Bodil, the head maid. I hear hushed voices and then silence.

"You are dismissed, girl." The Allfather booms. I nod and curtsy before hurriedly leaving, ignoring my joints protesting in pain. As I rushed to the doors of the throne room, I got a glimpse of a tall, raven-haired man in shackles, smirking at me as I fumbled with the door for a second. Finally, the rather unnecessarily large doors open, and I bow my head once again as I leave, heading to the library, as I had no other duties that day. I walked through the familiar gold and marble halls, tall ceilings making me feel like an ant, or a speck of dust in this massive world.

Of course, the hallways weren't the only sized-up feature of wealth. Everything was bigger. From the beds to the spoons, everything was made for the Aesir. Which was nice, since the Aesir ate a lot, so I got a big portion at dinner, of course.

The only problem with the size up in everything is that I'm not Asgardian, or Jotun, or any other thing that isn't human.In fact, I was just a simple Midgardian teen when the Bifrost swallowed me whole and dropped me here. I was taken in, but the Allfather gave me the lowly job of a maid. Granted, this meant I lived in the palace, which would be better than being thrown into the money-hungry streets of the market, where I'd surely be sold or taken as some form of entertainment.

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Between my working hours and my free time, I picked up reading at the royal library, where I learned about the traditions of other realms and our diplomatic status with them. As I reach the library, I find the once again overly large gold doors of the library closed.

'That's weird... they're generally left open...'

I think, pressing my ear to the doors, listening for any sign of the library being used for a meeting

'It doesn't sound like anyone's inside.'

I push the doors open in one not-so-swift motion, ungracefully stumbling into the room. I gather myself, adjusting my uniform's skirts, which were a size too small and flirted around my ankles playfully, instead of sweeping on the floor. I sighed, looking around and heading to the political section.I'm stopped dead in my tracks as I hear a man clearing his throat, causing me to yelp in shock as I turn around, only to see Loki Odinson, the second son of the Allfather, staring at me with a sly grin and that same raven hair I had seen in the throne room. "Your royal highness!" I squeak, curtsying. "Please, forgive my intrusion; the All-Mother has allowed me to come and go as I please, and I didn't hear anyone in the library. Had I known you were here, I—" My rant was cut short by him raising his hand.

"You're rambling, girl. I don't find any offense in seeking wisdom; I'm simply surprised to see a maid reading... especially a political book." He said, eyes full of curiosity as he pointed at the book about Alfheim and Asgard's ties in my hands. I blushed, holding the book even tighter.

'I wonder if he knows I'm from  Midgard... probably not... right?'

"I've always wanted to understand the politics of the realms... As the lower working class, my village was never alerted of the Allfather's decisions or the relationships with other realms if we weren't at war, sir." I hope my lie is somewhat believable; I've been trying to keep my Midgardian origins a secret. I shyly peer up at him and see him looking at my hands, frowning, then walking away. I sighed in relief as his slender frame was in my line of sight. I walk—or stumble—to a chair, my legs weak from the encounter, and I dive into the book. As I devour the knowledge eagerly, I hadn't noticed that nighttime had engulfed the sky, leaving only stars and the moons of Asgard to watch over the realm. I also hadn't noticed myself slipping from consciousness, the book still gently cradled in my arms as I slept.

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Loki's POV

After an abysmal encounter with my father, I walk to the library, taking in the familiar scent of the books. As I sit on a chair, reading a Midgardian play, I hear the doors creak open, then the sounds of fabric shifting. I know it's not Mother—she would never move so ungracefully—so I go see who it is. To my surprise, it's a maid. Her uniform seems to run too small, her ankles exposed, and her bodice allowed for a rather pleasant view of her bosom. I looked her up and down, eyes landing on the book in her hands. 'She reads... about politics?'She starts rambling on and apologizing for being in the library. Apparently my mother gave her permission to be here. Her hands... She's the maid I saw in the throne room, so then why are her hands still raw? Any Asgardian would heal by now... something was off. She's small; perhaps she's an elf?

'Or a spy from Alfheim... I should ask Mother about this...'

And with that, I turned and left.

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Old Friend, Old Love Masterlist

Pairing- Loki x Female Reader

Summary- After her 'death' in the Renaissance period, the reader suddenly is awoken almost half a century later, to be faced with her new abilities, and her old lover.

Chapter 1

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Old Friend, Old Love ( L.L x Reader)

Chapter 1

Masterlist

“No!” I beg, tears streaming down my face as I frantically try and get out of the ropes that bind me as sobs wrack my body. My tears dripped on the firewood at my feet and around my torso. I had broken the rules. I had touched the devil’s color. I had not simply done that either, but I had worn it. I wore a red flower in my hair. 

Red. 

The color of Satan himself. We’re supposed to burn any red we see and kill anyone with any red. Of course, blood is an exception. Our blood is red and represents how sin is engraved in our very being, which is why we bloodlet when we fall ill. 

Those who wear red, adorn their homes with red, or bring red into churches are all burnt. So here I am, tied to a charred wooden pole, covered in red flowers, dirt, and firewood, with the elders standing before me. 

“ People of God, let this be a warning,” the elderly woman said, voice worn, “ for you and your kids. Satan has infiltrated us and taken one of our youth. Today, we get rid of him. Join us in prayer for this corrupted soul.” As the town kneels in prayer, the priest’s sons set light to the wood. 

“No!” I pleaded, “N- no, please! I'll never wear red again, just please!” I beg, panic drenching my voice, my throat sore and raw. The flames spread, their heat lapping at my skin. 

“Goodbye, my child.” my mother says teary-eyed. 

She let this happen to me. She didn't even try to stop them. Hatred seeping from my glare, I spit out my parting words to this monster.

“ I fucking hate you!” I yell, the flames fully engulfing my feet now. Pain floods my senses, and I let out a guttural scream. I say the only words I can think of.

“Hail Satan!”

I know the priest’s family heard me, a sense of pride washing over me, quickly overcome by the smell of burning flesh. My burning flesh. The fire reaches my abdomen, and the pain is excruciating. The overwhelming heat fills my lungs as I inhale the smoke, accepting my fate as my world goes black, numbness flooding over me, and I barely register the screaming of the townspeople.

            About 450 years later

Everything hurts. 

Wait.

Hurts? I'm dead.

Right?

In August 1547, I was burned alive for breaking a church rule. 

So why can I feel?

It is dark. 

No, my eyes are closed.

As I open my eyes, I see red everywhere. Strands of light that almost look like powder.

I reach out, gasping as the red substance seeps into my skin, filling me with energy. It feels amazing. I can feel it pumping in my veins. Suddenly, the surroundings fade into a room full of light. I look around as my heart races.

“Where am I?” I questioned, although there was no one to answer. 

“Avengers tower, Miss Doe” 

Doe? My Surname is not doe. It is Alden. My name is Y/N Alden. I looked around the cold room, wondering where the voice had come from.

“Where are you, devil!” I threaten with a shaky voice. “I said, show yours-” I am stopped by shouting, one of the voices strikingly similar to my old lover.

Loki.

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“Let me see her, Stark!” I demand. When Stark told me they might have found an enhanced from the Renaissance, I didn’t care. But when she came in, I saw a face I thought I wouldn't see again.

I saw her.

My old friend. My old lover. 

Y/N.

 “No. “Stark said.

No? What does he mean, No? This mortal has no idea who he is talking to. 

“I said,” I threaten, my temper boiling over into my speech, “let me see her!”

He held me back as I lunged to the door. “Unhand me at once!” Stark opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by the door opening. Then I saw her.

First, I saw her hand, then her leg, then her hospital gown, then her face. She looked shocked, although I could assume my face had the same expression etched on it. 

“Loki?” She whispered, hesitantly walking over to me.” I- How are you even alive?” She mused under her breath. I could sense the power radiating from her.

“Loki?” she asked me, worried. 

“Yes, my Edelweiss?” I respond, the pet name slipping out by habit. I saw three things flash over her face. First, shock. Then, realization. Lastly, anger. Her face contorted into the coldest, most bitter expression he had ever seen. 

“You…” she seethed. “You let them burn me!” My stomach dropped to my feet. Her upper lip twisted into an angered scowl. “ You weren’t even there. I bet you ran off with that slut, Annaliese,” she growled, glaring at me. She was distraught and angry. She had a powerful red glow in her dark brown eyes.

“What?”  I ask, not expecting this. 

“You… heard me.” Her speech became slurred. Her eyes drooped as she spoke. Before I knew it, she had collapsed.

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Ephemeral- chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky x reader

story masterlist

Bucky's pov

I walk into the mission destination, a plane. I find my seat, waiting for my target, Felipe Guerrero, a drug and weaponry dealer. He is rumored to be smuggling enhancing drugs on this flight. My mission is to stop the cargo from reaching its final location and to capture him.

Around 5 minutes later, a person sits next to me. Hoping it was Felipe, I risk a glance at the woman next to me.

Wait- woman? Tony had booked this seat so that I was next to Felipe, so why was this girl there?

Confused, I pull out my phone and text the Avengers group chat.

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Avengers Assemble 💪🏽💪🏽

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Me: There's a girl sitting

Next to me on the plane

Sam: What?? But tony

booked u next to the

dealer guy?

Me: Yeah, he did.

Steve: Describe her.

She might be working

with him.

Me: Uh

Me: Young looking, she's

wearing a red dress

and platform-y heels

Tony: Well, damn.

Maybe ask her if she's

sure that's her seat and

say your friend is

supposed to sit next to you?

Me: Okay

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I turn to look at her as she looks around the plane, seemingly looking for someone. I tap her on the shoulder, asking her if she was sure she sat there, as I was supposed to sit with someone else.

"Yes." She responded, her voice cold. "I do sit here, you see-" she continued, but before she could finish, she was interrupted by none other than Felipe.

"Oye, mami, I'm sitting here." He proclaimed confidently. She rolled her eyes, turning around to face him.

"Oh, Felipe, you're here!" She fawned. "My friend heard you were coming and I couldn't help myself! You're just so handsome, I had to shoot my shot!" She practically moaned.

A sick smirk started to form on Felipe's face.

"Well, then muñeca, how 'bout I take you somewhere more.. private?" He rasped in a lustful tone. She giggled and said yes before standing, revealing a long snake tattoo winding around her thigh. They go to the bathroom, his hands roaming all over her.

"Ew," I scoff, looking around the plane.

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Time skip- about 10 minutes later.

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She comes back, and her hair looks disheveled, hinting at what they did in the bathroom. She sits down, tucking a USB drive into her bag, but Felipe still doesn't come out.

"Where is he?" I ask her, hoping to get any information on him.

"Dead. And dropping from the plane in little chunks with each auto flush"

That caught me off guard.

"W-what?" I choke out in a shocked whisper "You killed him??" My heart races, not expecting this at all.

"Yeah" she shrugged. She was so carefree, it was terrifying. but then she starts laughing.

"I don't kill on planes, it's not my thing." She giggled. "He is unconscious though, he put up quite a fight in there."

"Who do you work for?" I asked. Remembering this was a mission and she might be an enemy.

"Myself." She answered. "It's not like I'm bad or anything, I'm just getting revenge on those who've wronged me." She shrugs, her eyes finally settling on my own. "It's just a way of relieving my anger and healing my wounds, in a way." She sighed. "Kinda like how you were apologizing to everyone's family after killing their relatives." I winced.

"If it's just revenge, what did you stuff in your bag?" I asked, unsure of whether she was lying or not.

"Oh, this thing?" She pulls out the USB drive. "I found it in his jacket when I was fucking him up. I thought it could be useful later on, to track others who work for him, y'know?"

She looks away and flags a flight attendant down, whispering something in his ear. The flight attendant hurriedly knocked on the bathroom door, entered, and pulled an unconscious Felipe out.

"What did you do to him?" I ask, confused.

"I beat him up and drugged him. It makes the whole process easier." She giggled and stood up, taking her bag with her. She opened the emergency door on the plane and jumped out.

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Ephemeral- chapter 0

Name: Y/N L/N Age: 29 Height: 5'9 Powers: Soldier Serum perks (strength, enhanced senses, faster healing, etc.) unmastered control over the elements.

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and being super hot.

series masterlist.

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Ephemeral - book info and masterlist.

Ephemeral

e-phem-er-al Adjective- lasting for a very short time.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

She's what he once was. Cold-hearted, and unfeeling. A monster.

He's what she once was. Broken, traumatized. a shell of who he once was.

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This fanfiction contains violence, mental health struggles, sex, etc.

THIS BOOK IS NOT A FADE-TO-BLACK BOOK, IT WILL CONTAIN SMUT.

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Chapter 0- book info.

Chapter 1- First meeting.

Chapter 2- we meet again (WIP)

MORE CHAPTERS COMING SOON