Heart-Shaped Box 7

Heart-Shaped Box 💟 7

Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.

Note: Okay, here we go. This chapter overlaps with GYF so we’ll be caught up and get wild in the next one. Hope you enjoy.

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You dragged the cloth down the groove, your fingernail pressed deep along the frame’s edge. You stared at the stock image of an orchard set in an eerie black and white. Would these frames one day be set with images of you? Of the child James hoped for? The house was cookie cutter; trimmed from the pages of any homemaking magazine; DIY feng shui or whatever nonsense they sold.

Your flats brushed over the area rug rolled out along the center of the hallway. Your name sounded from the next room. You lowered the cloth and crept to the doorway. James sat in the middle of the room, just next to the bunk beds, parts laid out all around him as he screwed a drawer together. The former dresser was disposed of.

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Beautiful and Damned 6- To Be Unloved [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My loves, 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: Denial has a way to poison people.

Word Count: 3350

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, bad parenting.

The following days, you did whatever you could think of to keep your mind off that night. You focused on your drawings, you focused on the embroidery your mother wanted from you, you focused on-

Anything other than outside.

Even if you missed Geralt so much that it almost hurt your heart.

You could feel the sunlight on your skin, warming your bones, warming the whole room as it spilled through the window and you just kept your eyes on the yard, on the people.

Maybe this distance was just as much as you were supposed to get.

Someone knocked on the door and opened it, but you didn’t even turn your head, you just stood still, with your knees pulled up to your chest, your parchment resting on them.

“Where’s Cassie?” Fin sounded almost confused and you shrugged.

“I gave her the day off.”

“And the guards?”

“I let them go.”

“You can’t be serious,” he said and came to pull himself a chair, “You can’t be alone, there has to be someone with you.”

“I could call them back,” you mumbled and turned to him, “Is that what you want me to do, my king?”

“You know it’s not like that,” he muttered, “I could never boss you around, you terrify me.”

You averted your eyes, pinching your lips and he cleared his throat,

“Trust me sister, your ability to kill people has nothing to do with just how intimidated I am by you.”

You heaved a sigh, then tapped your pencil on the parchment.

“I know you don’t like this,” Fin said, “I remember the last time the city was confined, as well as you do. But I had no other choice, we need to catch these people before another member of our family gets hurt.”

“They will be safe-“

“I’m talking about you specifically.”

You scoffed, then shook your head, “I doubt anyone could kill me.”

“Let’s make sure they can’t,” he eyed you, “I’m worried about you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fin, I promise you I won’t get killed. Happy?”

“Not that!” he said, “This…whole thing. This isn’t like you. You haven’t been outside for two days.”

“Yes, mindless chatter and cruel gossips, oh how I missed outside.” You mumbled, “People were already scared of me, now they’re terrified.”

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No Truer Love

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Summary: You’ve always felt like you’ve been missing something in life. You’ve no clue what that somethings. Until Loki opens your eyes to it.

Warnings: Minor Angst, Little Fluff, Smut, Language (?)

Word Count: 2K

A/n: This is part one of a commissioned three-part mini-series. I hope y’all like it. I had a lot of fun writing it.

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“Are you in position?” You ask quietly through the comms, eyes focused on the dark room in front of you.

“Yes. We’ve gone over this. I’m in position. I know what I must do. We need not go over it a thousand more times.” You grind your teeth together and exhale deeply. “On my mark, we go. Alright?” You don’t listen to his reply, far too focused on the guards walking around the room.

“Ready… now!”

You launch yourself at the guards, tackling them to the ground with ease. With the speed of a cheetah and the grace of a swan, you kick them both in the face, rendering them unconscious.

You spring back up to your feet and kick the next closest man in the chest, sending him stumbling back a few paces.

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Little Lion Man

summary: Sent on an assignment back to 1943, you encounter a drastically different version of the man you know pairing: bucky x reader warnings: time travel, a charming af 40s!bucky 😉, a sad af present!bucky 😔 a/n: I used the time travel logic from Endgame except fixed points exist. This was also written for @buckysknifecollection​‘s 1k challenge! I had the song prompt of Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons! Congrats on 1k hun!!

Weep little lion man, You’re not as brave as you were at the start

You found blue eyes lighting up across the crowded courtyard, beaming smile touched on the dirt freckled glow of his face, and it startled you; stilled you right in your tracks and set a stone deep into your chest, made it hard to breathe, because that wasn’t the man you knew.

No—he wore a weightlessness about him, even as he stepped away from the crowd erupting in celebration and shied to the outskirts of the commotion, he was smiling. It wrinkled up by his eyes, left behind dimples in his cheeks, a slight shake of his head as small wisps of hair fell down to his forehead. 

He didn’t seem to be counting each moment of joy on his fingers, calculating how much relief he allowed for himself before the shadows came rushing back in to take it away. He was… happy.

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Memory Loss [3]

Series Title:  Memory Loss [3]

Chapter Title: Funny How Things Work Out

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard​

Summary:  You try to figure out what you’re going to do with Captain Steve Rogers. Steve’s memories appear to be returning.

Memory Loss Masterlist

Characters:  Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Square Filled:  Snuggling in Bed

Word Count:  1527

Warnings:  angst, lost memories, 

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​​ and SSB 2020.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.***

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Special Lessons  -  Five

Pairing: Stepdad!Steve Rogers X Naïve!Innocent!Reader

Summary: Your step-dad has wanted you for a while. And when a conversation leads to you asking for some… special help, he’s more than happy to take full advantage of the situation.

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 19), Language, Older man taking advantage of a younger woman, Oral, Somnophilia, Breeding kink,

Word Count: 3.8K

A/n: hi guys. I’m back and I hope you like part 5 :) Madness will be posted tomorrow!!

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS SORRY IF TAGS WERE FORGOTTEN/DIDN’T WORK

PART ONE. PART TWO.  PART THREE.  PART FOUR

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Steve Rogers loves his step-daughter.

Steven Grant Rogers is going to Hell because he’s in love with his nineteen-year-old step-daughter.

And with every passing day, every time his cock fills her up with his cum, he falls that much harder. She’s so desperate to please him, doing anything and everything he asks.

He notices when you start being more impatient with your mother. And your mother doesn’t seem to be any happier with you. The two of you have been butting heads more and more lately, since that day when he took you outside.

But that hasn’t made her any more irritated at him. In fact, her stamina has risen and she’s more lovey-dovey with him than she’s been in months. And that only adds to your infuriation with your mother.

“Hey, Princess.” Steve kisses you on the forehead and you smile up at him from your spot at the kitchen counter. “Hey, Daddy! Are we gonna play today?” He chuckles then shrugs, looking at you with admiration. “I love you, baby.” He leans down for a kiss and you meet him halfway, eyes closing as his soft and slightly chapped lips move against yours.

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue laving over the supple skin before he pulls away, eyes darkened.

“I’ve got you a few things, baby.” He sets some boxes on the counter in front of you and you look at them curiously. “Go on, open them, Sweetheart.” You open up one of the boxes, giggling as you see a pretty tiara with pink gems in it.

“Because you’re my princess. And you deserve a tiara.” He puts it on your head and you smile up at him. “Beautiful.” He cups your cheeks and kisses your nose, then motions to the other boxes.

You eagerly open the largest one, features going soft at what you see.

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