Mary Oliver

— Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit (via lifeinpoetry)

Jean Louis Scherrer Fall 2005

Kept Woman VI (Steve Rogers x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, drug use, mafia!Steve, mentions of Bucky x reader

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summary: Being in the wrong place at the wrong time finds you at the mercy of a dangerous man with an obsessive hunger that can’t be satisfied.

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Kept Woman V (Steve Rogers x Reader)

WARNINGS: violence, non-consensual sex acts (oral), eventual DUB-CON/NON-CON, mafia!Steve, mentions of Bucky x reader

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summary: Being in the wrong place at the wrong time finds you at the mercy of a dangerous man with an obsessive hunger that can’t be satisfied.

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Better than Working

Summary: Beefy Biker Bucky shows you all the benefits of working from home. In fact what he has for you is so much better than work. 

Pairing: Beefy Biker!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, choking (Bucky), Minors DNI. Language

A/N: Requested.

𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the wonderful @whisperlullaby​, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

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Bucky is not a patient man. He’s not used to waiting for anything. He knows what he wants and takes it. It’s how he got you, after all. Bucky knew you were meant to be his the second he saw you. One birthday celebration later and he had you in his bed, his life, and his heart.

The only time he ever slows down is when he’s deep inside you. Then he’s absolutely patient. Real slow. Takes his sweet time. Until you’re desperate and begging for him. Your walls hugging him tightly, bringing him right back in before he can fully pull out. He swears there’s no better feeling than being inside your warm, wet pussy. 

But lately, you’ve been working more than ever. And damn it, he’s so proud of you. He brags about you to everyone who will listen, which is everyone who doesn’t want to face his wrath. He loves that you’re doing well even if he thinks you should be paid double what you’re making now, and that your bosses need to be more appreciative before he goes down there and makes them. 

He’s really proud of you. 

He is. 

Except. 

He misses you. 

He needs you. 

He also promised that he wouldn’t interrupt you during work. But he never promised he wouldn’t show up in your home office naked. If he’s simply laying there on the couch minding his own business and you come to him, well that’s your fault, not his.

Bucky looks at his reflection in the mirror, wiping off the condensation fogging off the glass. Running a hand through his short damp locks, he runs his tongue across his teeth. Tilting his head back and forth, he decides to not touch the three-day stubble on his cheeks; he knows you love the beard burn he’s been giving you lately. 

Wrapping the thick white towel around his waist, he finds the lotion you bought for him; the light woodsy scent drives you wild. Bucky closes his eyes, pretending it’s your soft hands smoothing the lotion over his large body. When he’s done, he drops the towel and heads down the stairs. 

Your home office is a desk and chair in the corner of the living room beneath a large open window. Next to you is a small oak bookshelf filled with a combination of his historical novels and your fantasy books.

The large wide-screen tv sitting on top of the tall tv stand. The colorful pillows pop against the black sofa and the small coffee table with your spare papers and coffee cups. 

Bucky pauses in the entrance, admiring you for a minute. You look so cute when you’re working, you look even better riding his cock.

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bucky can ruin me any day

we can’t stop, we’re enemies.

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader AU

Run-through: After the events of the last battle against Thanos, you teamed up with Sam and Bucky to carry on your superhero duties. You got along with Sam just fine, he was a really good friend to you. Bucky however, was not. From constant banters, to unnecessary hand-to-hand combat, to purposely getting each other in trouble during risky missions, to being the main cause of Sam’s migraines; it was safe to say that you and Bucky considered yourselves to be each other’s nemesis. Although that soon changes when, courtesy of your silly banters, a certain mission goes slightly wrong - one which involves strong chemicals which, unbeknownst to you, were designed to mess with the brain and hormones, thus encouraging the need to breed and procreate amongst all those who inhale it…

Themes: enemies-to-lovers, smut, sex pollen trope, dirty talk, swear words, fluff

“How is it going up there Sam, talk to me.” 

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Doll Me Up (P.5)

Title: Doll Me Up (Part Five) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark. On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge. Words: 3,059 Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, smut, daddy kink, dom/sub, manipulation, death, violence, possessive behavior Author’s Note: I’m not sure if this is the last part but I’m leaning towards it.

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Doll Me Up (P.4)

Title: Doll Me Up (Part Four) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark. On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge. Words: 2,965 Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, smut, daddy kink, dom/sub, manipulation, death, violence, possessive behavior

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so evil...I love it!

Doll Me Up (P.3)

Title: Doll Me Up (Part Three) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark. On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge. Words: 2,963 Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, smut, daddy kink, dom/sub, manipulation, death, violence, possessive behavior

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His Sun, Your World

Summary: An unexpected opportunity to escape the man of steel goes awry. 

Pairing: Dark Clark Kent x Reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings; non con/dub con, yandere Clark, kidnapping (implied) 

Requested: Yes. 

A warm, fresh breeze sweeps through the open window, the yellow laced curtains fluttering around your head. You duck your head, turning off the sink. Drying off your hands, you place the towel on the hook by the cupboard. Humming to yourself, you look around the bright airy kitchen making sure everything was in place. 

Your bare feet silently moving across the cool tile floor, you straighten the potted plant by the back door. You smile, happy that everything is in place, nothing for him to complain about tonight. Nothing at all. 

You’ve done a good job, he’s going to love the dinner you have planned too. He’s going to be pleased. The low buzz of the tv getting louder as you move throughout the first floor, making your last checks before your afternoon nap. 

“We’re getting live footage of Superman landing in the Artic,” 

You freeze, one foot on the staircase, your hand clutching the railing. Your heart beating faster, the more you listen. 

“They called him in after the last rescue efforts ended with the military crew getting stuck alongside the researchers,”

You back up until you hit the wall, a framed wobbling from the impact. The small tv sits on the stand, you can see the top half of the screen from the hallway. 

“He’s entering the bunker-” 

You glance at the door, eyes flickering between the unfolding scene on the screen. Superman flying back and forth, pulling man after man out of the sunken bunker, handing them off to the uniformed men. 

He’s so far away. 

So far away. 

You giggle, startling yourself. Pushing yourself up from the wall, you run down the hallway, skidding to a stop in front of the closet, you grab your shoes, shoving your feet in them, not bothering with the laces. You fling open the door and push the battered screen door open. Taking a deep breath, you scramble down the wooden steps. 

“What’s this? He’s leaving, Superman is leaving!”

You reach the end of the farm; the sun burning your exposed arms, the lilac sundress slipping down your shoulder. Shielding your eyes, you look up and down the dirt road. Squinting, you see the faint outline of another farmhouse to your left and a stretch of fields to your right. You head to your right, breaking out into a sprint. 

Soon, your legs ache, protesting each step, a cramp winding around your left calf. You push through but your steps slow despite your best efforts. Looking over your shoulder, you see the house is a tiny white dot in the distance. You stop, bending over to gulp in hot, humid air, sweat dripping off your forehead, splashing on the dirt, forming small black pools. Closing your eyes, you wipe the back of your neck off with your hand, wiping it down your dress. 

A chill falls over your figure, goosebumps prickling your cooling flesh. You open your eyes to see a shadow looming around you. Large red feet land in front of you, dust swirling around him with every step. You don’t move, your heart racing in your chest. Why did you think this would work?

Clark tsks slowly,  disappointment crawling off him,  “you were doing so good.”  

He crouches in front of you, grabbing your chin, your eyes falling to the S emblazoned on his chest. Hope, he told them, horror is closer to the truth. “Look at me,” he demands.

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So good! I loved it :)