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gaysindistress · 11 months

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Fine Line

summary: Forgetting his first love is easier said than done as memories of his best girl are the only things that Steve thinks about during the days leading up to his wedding. Not once did he think of Peggy even as she walked down the aisle or when they were pronounced husband and wife or when she refused to let him go throughout the celebrations. He hoped that with time she would leave his every waking thought but time would prove to be a cruel mistress and would not grant him such luxuries. A decade and one failed marriage later, she still hasn’t left his mind.

pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

warnings: angst, the feels

word count: 3.3k

Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom

Dial Drunk - part 2 & Cocaine Jesus - part 3

a/n: SURPRISE! I’m not fully back but I missed you guys so I’m giving you Fine Line early. Everything else will resume on 7/7 like planned. Also I’m torn between making this a series or keeping it as a one shot. What are y’all thinking?

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Falling in love was supposed to be the greatest accomplishment for a person. The rush of emotion, the butterflies in one’s stomach, the flush when one’s lover is near, the feeling of complete joy and fulfillment. Falling in love was supposed to be the happiest moment in one’s life. It’s meant to last forever, the eternity that a couple walks on this earth. It’s meant to persevere through any and all hardships that life throws in their way and strengthen the bond they share. Love, true love in its purest form, is meant to be the greatest healing force that nature has to offer and will provide a couple with an endless supply of cures for any ailment. Love is the one thing that people seek out the most in any and all forms but the love that is found in the arms of a lover is the most sought-after. Love is meant to be a good thing until it is not.

When love sours and turns into resentment, hatred, pain, and angst, it destroys. It becomes the ruination of once strong and powerful people. It becomes a weakness that anyone can expose, one that anyone can exploit when needed. When love fades away into nothingness, the hole that is left is permanent. It will never be filled, will never shrink, will never heal. The hole that loves leaves is a stark reminder of what was meant to be and what actually happened. It’s filled with what-ifs and theories of what could’ve been, questions left unanswered and will continue to go unanswered. When love is lost, the two lovers change and something new becomes of them. In the case of Steve Rogers, an entirely new man was forged from the fires of lost love.

At barely 22, he was faced with a decision he’d hoped would never come. Being the son of a crime boss and the natural next pick to lead, it was his duty to pick a suitable partner to support him when his time came. Of course, some standards and stipulations accompanied his decision but he quickly learned that there was a predetermined pick already in place. He had no choice, no free will to decide his own future, and with that, he would have to leave behind the love he had known since they were children.

“You can’t be serious, Dad,” Steve’s hands shook with anger as he held back the urge to smash something, anything at all.

“The Carters are very good friends of ours and Peggy is a sweet girl. She’ll make for a lovely wife,” Joseph Rogers, the current leader of the Rogers crime syndicate, explains while not batting an eye at his son’s aggression and continues to eat the roast his wife made.

“You can’t just force me into this. Mom,” he turns to Sarah who is sitting quietly at the kitchen table, “please there has to be something else, anything else.”

She only shakes her head, eyes downcast on the dark wood of the table where they’d been eating dinner as a family moments ago. Joseph spares her a very brief glance to ensure that she isn’t going to give in to her son’s pleas for help.

“What’s done is done. You will marry Peggy Carter at the end of the week and that is the end of this conversation. I do not want to hear another word about it, am I clear?” The authority in his tone forces both his wife and son into a quick nod and ‘yes sir’ as the only other sounds that fill the room are those of him cutting the meat on his plate.

Another stern look from his father has Steve returning to his seat but not without one last question, “What about…”

Joseph slams his hand on the table, rattling nearly everything and everyone as he cuts Steve off, “I said not another word and as for that girl, you will break it off and forget about her.”

Easier said than done as the thought of his best girl and leaving her are the only things that he thinks about during the days leading up to his wedding. Not once did he think of Peggy even as she walked down the aisle of the grand catholic church in her expensive white gown or when he briefly pressed his lips against hers as they were pronounced husband and wife or when she refused to let him go throughout the celebrations. Not once did Steve stop thinking of his true beloved his entire wedding day or night when he begrudgingly commenced their marriage. He hoped that with time she would leave his every waking thought but time would prove to be a cruel mistress and would not grant him such luxuries.

She inhabited every corner of his mind for the next 15 years and nothing could shake the memory of her tear-stricken face when he told her that they were done. To spare her the real pain of the truth, he lied and said that he had been seeing Peggy the entire time they were together. Whether or not a cheating revelation was really better than an arranged marriage was lost on him and he regretted every word the moment they slipped out. Of course, she hadn’t believed him, he would never do something so horrible as cheating on her. She knew him better than that, she knew him better than he knew himself so lying to her would never be successful. Yet she accepted it and didn’t pry any further, knowing that if he was lying, there was clearly something far worse happening.

He watched all love drain from her face and tears wet her skin when the lies filled her head. Everything they had built together over the last year had been ruined with two sentences; It’s over. I’ve been cheating on you with Peggy and we’re getting married.

15 years later and only God knows he would be able to make up for those lost years and cruel parting words. Rain storms around him and soaked his thick black outer coat as he stands in front of the blue door. The thunder drowns out the sound of his blood pulsing in his ears as nerves start to take over him. Should he really be here? Would she open the door for him? Hell did she even live here anymore? All sorts of questions scatter any rational thought he has. However lucky for him, the door opens and reveals her standing there and everything completely leaves his brain at the sight.

“What are you doing here?” her voice is calloused and devoid of all emotion as she stares up at him.

“H… Hi,” he stutters, his chest constricting as it works to breathe. In and out, in and out.

“What are you doing here?” she repeats.

“Can I come in?”

“It depends. Is someone dead or are you just here to reminisce?”

His hand strays from his pocket to scratch the back of his neck, an old nervous habit his father had tried to break for years.

“Either way, I don’t want you here so leave,” she says, going to close the door on him and everything that might blossom from this moment but the stray hand blocks that from happening.

“Please, I just want to talk.”

“No. Just go,” she tries again to push on the wood alas she is no match for the strength he has built up over the years and she lets out a defeated sigh.

“5 minutes. That’s all I ask.”

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

The smile she had only dreamt of for years finally becomes real again as it stretches across his short stubble covered face, “Not a chance in hell, honey.”

The woman steps back but only enough for him to squeeze past and invade her no longer safe space. She knew when the sleek silver car pulled up that any sense of safety would go. His showing up at her front door made her a target for any and all of his enemies after she’d spent years trying to erase any memory or sign of him from her life.

He glances around the room, taking in every detail it had to offer from the various books that lined the brick walls to the pictures of family and friends on the countertops. One, in particular, halts him. It’s a small polaroid from the first night they’d since each other since childhood tucked into the corner of a mirror that’s amidst the books. In it are two much younger versions of them smiling drunkenly with fireworks in the background.

It had been the fourth of July the year he moved back from college. Sarah, his mother, insisted that they throw a late welcome home of July party since this was the first time in four years he had been back. The college had been an escape from the greed and foulness of his father’s world but his tranquility had to be shattered when he was presented with the prophecy of him taking the Rogers family business. Sure he knew it was going to happen but being faced with the reality of it proved to be too much for him. He’d spent the afternoon sneaking away to take shots in between his beers because he needed to be drunk to not remember a thing to survive this night.

It was probably around the 5th secret shot when his sweet honey had shown up, stumbling upon him looking for the bathroom. There she stood in her cutoff Levi shorts and white tank top that showed off the red bikini top she’d worn to the lake earlier. He should’ve heard her coming down the hallway given that she was wearing flip-flops but the deafening effect of the alcohol must’ve kicked in.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” she stutters, frozen with embarrassment, “I’m sorry but where is the bathroom?”

Coughing from nearly choking on his shot, he wipes at his mouth both physically and metaphorically, “Um it’s across the hall.”

“Thank you, Steve,” she whispers while closing the door.

“Wait how do you know my name?” his voice halts her and she cringes when she hears it.

“Oh uh… I guess you don’t recognize me,” she says, pushing her hair back, “I’m Y/N L/N.”

“Oh, OH,” it suddenly all clicks into place and he feels immensely guilty for all of the thoughts that had run through his head, “I should’ve known. It’s been uh… a crazy week.” “It’s all good. I’m sure your parents have paraded you around like a circus animal. Ya know, the prodigal son returns and all,” the sound of far-off laughter has her checking over her shoulder, “Anyways I should go. It was nice seeing you.”

“Yeah it was nice seeing you too,” he trails off, too caught up gawking at how short her cutoffs were and how if anyone dared to look her way, he’d been cut their eyes out.

He’d made it his mission that night to watch over her and make sure that no one got close to her. Of course, this was unbeknownst to her and any attractive guy that showed up quickly disappeared, refusing to even go near her. About 4 guys in, she’d spotted the reason for her bad luck leaning against the sliding glass door with his arms crossed over his chest. Even though she couldn’t see his eyes from behind his sunglasses, she could tell by the way his jaw was set that his death glare had scared off any and all men that approached her.

“Is there a reason why you’re ruining my chances at finding a guy?” she asked him as she came to stand at his side.

He briefly glanced at her from the corner of his eye before readjusting his arms tighter over his chest, straining his white button-down.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he finally settled on but she doesn’t buy it for a second.

“You know exactly what you’re doing and I want to know why.”

“And what do you think I’m doing?” “Being a bitch and not asking me out yourself so you’re resorting to giving everyone the stare-down.”

He scoffed at the suggestion but deep down he knew that she was right.

“The fact that you didn’t even try and defend yourself proves I’m right so are you going to man up or pout?”

“I’m not pouting,” he tried to defend himself but it was too late and she gives him an annoyed look, “Want to go inside?”

She pushed off the door, took his hand in hers, and dragged him inside, “I thought you’d never ask.”

She clears her throat, drawing his attention back to the present and he hesitantly looks at her through the mirror. She doesn’t look exactly pleased that he had seen the last photo she’d held onto but she doesn’t let her bothered attitude show and gestures for him to sit at the kitchen island.

“Why are you here?” she asks him while getting things to make iced coffee. “I wanted to see how you were,” he lies, taking a seat in the tall wicker chair she’d thrifted a few months before.

“You had 15 years to do that. Why are you really here?”

“We got divorced.”

She freezes for a moment but continues to make herself a cup and offers him one. He shakes his head, awaiting her response.

“Oh?” is all that comes out of her as the rain drones on outside.

“It had been a long time coming.”

“I’m sorry,” her body language tells another story that is the opposite of her words. The indifference is clear as she passes him a cup made to his exact preference anyways. Feeling his bright blue eyes burning holes into her skull, her own eyes flicker up and meet his, “You can’t expect me to care. You cheated on me with her and dumped me the same week you married her.”

“No, you’re right. I shouldn’t expect you to feel bad for me,” he says, taking the cup from her hands.

“But here you are; showing up at my house and begging me to open the door to what? Talk? Talk about what? You didn’t come here just to tell me that so what is it?” she pries, leaning against the sink behind her to keep as much distance as she can between them.

He takes a sip and savors the thought that she absentmindedly put into it before answering her question, “I wanted to set things straight.”

She merely raises an eyebrow but allows him to keep talking.

“My dad arranged my marriage to Peggy and forced me to break it off with you. It was… I never…. I never cheated on you.”

Eyeing him from her place, she takes a long drink from her cup to think over his revelation. Half of her laughs at him and how stupid he must be if he thinks she is really going to believe that. The other part tenses at the idea that maybe they could have been together after all if they had run away like they planned.

“I lied because I thought it would be easier than telling the truth but it made everything worse and I’m sorry, honey.”

“Sorry doesn’t change anything regardless if you lied or not. Now you’ve said what you needed to, so leave,” she tells him, pointing at the door with the cup in her hand. He can see the scar on her hand from when she broke through a window after she’d locked herself out trying to sneak back in. A smile breaks onto his face which frustrates her even more.

“Really, Steve, you need to go.”

“Is this it? Is this how it ends?”

“Are you being serious right now?”

He holds up his left hand in his defense and the carved-out space where his wedding band once sat causes her breath to hitch slightly.

“I’ve spent the last 15 years thinking about YOU and what we could’ve had. You can’t tell me it hasn’t crossed your mind at least once?”

She drops her gaze to her cup, unable to look at him and the anguish clear on his beautiful features, “What does it matter? It didn’t happen. You got your perfect life and I had to make my own way.”

“You were always a part of what I wanted my life to look like and what I got with Peggy was all fake. I never wanted her or any of it for a second, I just wanted you,” the lull of his voice tempts her to look up again but if she does that, she’ll break. She can only imagine the way his brows pull together from stress or how his jaw clenches to stop the emotions from overtaking his senses. She can only imagine how he’d slowly blink with that sad smile of his when she would make eye contact or how he’d lower his voice to say her name in the softest tone he could manage.

“Go.”

“Honey please look at me.”

“Go,” she tries a little louder, her grip on the cup growing tighter as she struggles to keep her composure.

“Look at me first.”

“Go,” she says one more time, “Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go”

Each go grows more and more desperate as her composure slips away from her and everything she’s suppressed from the night he left comes rushing to the surface as lava does when its volcano starts to erupt. The cup shatters under her death grip, sending pieces of glass and iced coffee everywhere. Neither of them flinch at the sound, having grown used to much worse noises thanks to his business. However, the dam within breaks, and tears slip down her nose as she spaces out on the wreckage of her anger at her feet. Steve quietly stands from the island and gathers her into his arms, pulling her away from the mess on the floor. She doesn’t fight it, wrapping her arms around his bicep as she cries into it. The comforting words he whispers into her hair go unheard but she can feel the rumble of his voice in her chest and that provides all the comfort her body craves.

Feelings of fulfillment and joy fill him as he finally holds her in his arms again but it doesn’t last long when she starts to speak.

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

“What?”

“You shouldn’t have come here.” He pulls away a little to look down at her, “I don’t understand.”

“You shouldn’t have come here,” she repeats for the third time, “Things were different when we were kids but we’re grown now and too much has happened. You’ve done too much, I’ve done too much for us to be together. This won’t work.”

“We weren’t kids though,” disbelief fills his voice with uncertainty causing it to wobble.

“Yes we are,” she persists, “You were 22 and I was barely 18. We were stupid to think it was anything more than a fling.”

“A fling?” he drops his arms from her and takes a staggered step back as if she shoved him.

She turns her back to him to spare herself the look of utter hurt he wears, “Please. Just go.”

Receding footsteps mix in with the rain as he does what she asked and leaves. Her front door slams shut and the shutter shakes the house as well as her. Dropping down to her knees on the sticky floor, the tears fall now like a tidal wave and the sobs rack through her body as she blindly tries to clean up the glass shards.

Love is not meant to feel this way.

#mob au #mafia steve rogers x reader #mob steve rogers #mafia! steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #mafia steve rogers #marvel imagine #marvel #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #mafia au #fine line steve rogers

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smolderingflame · 9 months

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New Fic Alert! From Russia With Love: (Cap/MCU) Steve/Bucky by Smolderingflame.

A special new fic celebrating 500 subs on AO3 <3

From Russia With Love by SmolderingFlame

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic depictions of violence

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Captain America/MCU

WIP

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Characters: James Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Sharon Carter, Brock Rumlow, Wanda Maximoff, Peggy Carter, Vision, Alexander Pierce, Winifred Banes, Becca Barnes, Sarah Rogers, Stephen Strange, Bruce Banner, Thor

Summary: Bucky Barnes had it all, head of the Russian mafia, a strong virile Alpha, the world at his fingertips. But, when he falls ill and diagnosed with a rare disorder, which re-presents him as an Omega, his entire life changes.

Living his life as an entirely new person he is shocked when he has a run in with Steve Rogers, a rival mafia don who has long held a grudge against him.

While hiding his true identity a love blooms between the star-crossed lovers.

But how long can Bucky keep all his secrets to himself?

Tags: AU, Modern era, Russian Mafia, Italian Mafia, organized crime, Mob boss!steve rogers, Mob boss! bucky barnes, prostitution, sex worker!bucky barnes, alpha becoming an omega, LGBTQ+ themes, revenge, dark!bucky barnes, sassy!bucky barnes, sugar daddy!steve rogers, sugar baby!bucky barnes, daddy kink, size kink, body worship, slut shaming, abuse, personality changes, Omegaverse, Body Modification, out of character, possible mpreg, drama and romance, dark steve rogers, post-serum steve rogers, bearded steve rogers, , bucky barnes feels, bucky barnes needs a hug, possessive steve rogers, attempted non-con, crossdressing, feminization, top!steve rogers, bottom!bucky barnes, Omega!bucky barnes, Alpha!steve rogers

#marvel #captain america #stucky #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #mcu fandom #steve x bucky #bottom bucky barnes #top steve rogers #mcu #omegaverse #omega bucky barnes #alpha steve rogers

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stonyauniverse · 10 months

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June 30th - July 20th

Things have been hectic here in the Stony AUniverse with the bingo round beginning, monthly mayhem gearing up on our Discord, and the announcement of Stony AUgust!

We will begin a bi-monthly Round Up in August: August 10th and 24th will be the next two round up dates, and so on.

If you want to be included in the Round Up, you must fill out the Fill Submission form.

Thanks as always to our lovely fanart mod, @suchmadnesss, for the fanart in our banner!

Without further ado, come peruse our bingo-goers wonderful creations!

I Need You By My Side by @nikayna

Rating: G

Tags: Mood Board, au music, Stonyauniverse Bingo, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Guitar Player Steve Rogers, Singer Tony Stark, Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll, Touring, Concerts, Groupies

Summary: A mood board to fulfill the square AU: Music in @stonyauniverse's Bingo Event! Steve plays guitar, Tony sings. Life gets lonely on the road - but at least they have each other.

Fairness of Lego Distribution by @every-marveler-ever

Rating: T

Tags: Mob Boss AU, Tony Stark can be mean, Sam Wilson doesn't care, Peter Parker is adorable, "LANGUAGE!"

Summary: Nobody knows why there is a shipment coming from Washington DC or what it includes. They just know Tony didn't make it, and Tony doesn't love when people do things without telling him.

A castaway where no one hears you on a barren isle in a lonely sea by Wolfsheart

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Single Parent Tony Stark, Divorced Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark Feels, Disney Employee Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Tony and Steve went to school together, Unrequited Crush, Mutual Pining, Alcoholic Tony Stark, Loneliness, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Cute Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Kissing, Implied/Referenced Sex, Gossiping about their friends, Mention of Bucky Barnes/Loki, Not Peggy Carter Friendly

Summary: A year and a half (give or take a month) after the divorce, Tony is still fighting the residual depression left behind from the way the divorce went down. Having been granted primary custody of their daughter, he's brought Morgan back to live full-time with him in Malibu, and he decided to surprise her with a trip to Disneyland. He lost his 'magic' back when Pepper left, so he doesn't know how magical Disneyland will feel to him, but it'll make Morgan happy, and that's what matters. However, will running into long-time unrequited crush Steve Rogers change all of that?

One Step Closer by @scottxlogan

Rating: E

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Peggy Carter Friendly, Past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Past Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Minor Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Artist Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Popstar, rock star Tony Stark, Rancher Steve Rogers, Second Chances, Sexual Content, Divorced Steve Rogers, Divorced Tony Stark, Rehabilitation, References to Depression, Angst and Romance, Not Howard Stark Friendly, Drug Addiction, Swearing

Summary: Tony Stark was pushed into popstar fame by his ambitious father early on, but over the span of more than two decades Tony has seen the highs and lows of stardom hitting rock bottom in more ways than one. Through it all there was always one person that Tony felt was his saving grace. Steve Rogers was always the one that got away and no matter how many times they tried to cross that line into love they couldn't quite get there. As Tony's once close friend and brief roommate, Steve turned Tony's world around in all the right ways until fate intervened and they were pulled in separate directions. Now fresh out of rehab on his 45th birthday and looking to keep from making the same mistakes, Tony reflects on his past and follows his heart to new beginnings hoping that it's not too late to find his way back to Steve in his hopes for a second chance.

The Fallen Angel Becomes a Malignant Devil by @nikayna

Rating: T

Tags: Mood Board Bingo, Mad Scientists, Alternate Universe, Scientist Tony Stark, Experiment Steve Rogers, Sneaky Fantastic Four Cameo, Stony BingoAUniverse - Freeform, Evil Tony Stark, Dark Steve Rogers

Summary: SHIELD thought it was a lost cause. Tony wouldn't rest until he'd finally perfected the captain. Steve wouldn't rest until he'd burnt everything to the ground.

The Shield and the Iron Brawler by @nikayna

Rating: M

Tags: Mood Board, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, stonyauniverse, Stony Bingo, Knight Steve Rogers, Brawler Tony Stark, Dragon Loki (Marvel), Blood and Violence

Summary: The dragon known as Loki had been terrorizing the town for far too long. Sir Steve Rogers would have fought the beast alone if he had too. Fortunately, he had Anthony the Iron-Willed by his side.

Words Are Very Unnecessary by @nikayna

Rated: E

Tags: Blow Jobs, Makeup Sex, Cock Worship, Coming In Pants, Coming Untouched, Face-Fucking, Drabble, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary: Tony doesn't need to use words to apologize.

Chronic by @purpleicedteas

Rating: M

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Chronically Ill Steve Rogers, Sub Steve Rogers, Gentle Dom Tony Stark, Light Dom/sub, Massage, Back Pain, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual Submission, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Subspace

Summary: Steve's had a long day, and his back pain is excruciating. Thankfully, his boyfriend loves to give massages.

#nikayna #every-marveler-ever #wolfsheart #scottxlogan #purpleicedteas #stony #stevetony #tonysteve #steve x tony #tony x steve #ironshield #tony stark #steve rogers #iron man #captain america #marvel

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avesrinapproved · 3 months

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i was tagged by @stackthedeck who should know better dude i got like 80...

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Life outside of Panem 10th games

Light side and dark side

Finnick killing

little sejanus and coryo

Prince must be (Lil Loki)

Dr gaul

I have one that just says three-way sex party

Lou and DK

that's the end of the ones in my Google Docs that I'm actively working on but I have ones in files which are

book 1 1/2: sneaky dating (Howard X Peggy)

book 4: The Gangs all here (Steve X Bucky)

sejanus x coriolanus

book 4 1/2: raising a baby

co-parenting with a mob boss (Carter and Joseph)

book 5: the prequel back in the war

Bruce has did

Matt and lucky

Prim in The Hunger Games

sacrificial spider

surrounded by you (Venom X matt)

your fucking 15 Peter and Tony

im only going to tag 1 person cause this is..... a lot @maplebugart

#fanfic #ao3 #the hunger games #marvel #fanfiction #bucky barnes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #fanart #matt murdock #tbosas

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ao3feed-steggy · 5 months

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Artistic Bodyguard

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IVixEqB by CaptainJimothyCarter When Steve saves the life of a random stranger, he doesn’t think it would end up with him needing a bodyguard because that random stranger turned out to be in the mafia. He can’t say if it’s the right choice or not, but at least his bodyguard is cute. Words: 2409, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 121 of Tumblr Prompts Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Agent Carter (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Bodyguard, Bodyguard Peggy Carter, Alternate Universe - Teachers, Professor Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, post-serum peggy carter, That should be a tag by now, Mob Boss Bucky Barnes, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IVixEqB

#ao3feed #steggy #steggy fic

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sunnysideprincess · 2 years

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WinterIron Cinderella slash Mob-AU?

based on this

Mob boss Bucky meeting Tony Carbonell for the first time. The later has his mouth stuffed with chocolate filled donut and spews crumbs all over the suave looking guy's clothes when he goes to ask for more coffee at the counter. Neither of them know each other's true identity. But Tony thinks Bucky is snobby and entitled, and isn't afraid to voice it out loud even when other people around him look like they are pissing their pants.

Cue three more explosive meetings. And a fourth where Tony sets a building on fire to get a bunch of robbers arrested. No one knows who this new kid is, but everybody has a blast (literal and non literal) with him and ends up loving him. Bucky is curious.

The two meet, again and again until things between them thaw. They strike an odd sort of friendship, which soon blooms into entirely something else.

Five months of a whirlwind romance, then Tony disappears. No one knows where he came from or where he went to. Only one person does and she wants Bucky to stay away from her little Ducky, keep his filthy mittens off of him.

Bucky has a lot of respect for Peggy Carter, for the empire she carved out of sheer will. But like hell he is going to let the old granny stop him from getting his Tony back.

A year later, the Avengers are meeting Howard Stark to negotiate old territories and a new weapons deal. Bucky is sitting in the office, being offered whiskey and cigar by the old man himself. Steve is busy talking and bickering good naturedly when the door opens.

"Hey, dad! Mom wants to know if she could take Jarvis over to aunt Pegs—"

Bucky looks up, already turning around and Tony's eyes are still so bright and beautiful. The flush on his cheeks, the white t-shirt falling off his shoulders and his unruly mop of hair falling across his forehead. It's like he hasn't changed a bit.

"Anthony, later."

Tony swallows and nods, backpedaling out of the room quickly after stammering an apology. But Bucky is smiling, his chin resting on his fist. He vaguely hears Howard apologizing for his son, hears Steve hiss ", cut it out, Buck. You look like a creep". But all he can think is: Tony Carbonell, his Tony, is actually Tony Stark, son of their new weapons dealer.

#vaguely Cinderella AU #winteriron #winterironau #tony stark #buckytony #bucky barnes #mob verse #mob au #secret identity #marvel fic #fic prompt #tonybucky #aunt peggy #bamf aunt peggy #ficlet

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ao3feed-stony · 1 year

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Illicit Affairs

by iam93percentstardust

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance But it dies and it dies and it dies

Tony wouldn’t find out for another six weeks that the reason Steve kept taking him to expensive hotels was because he was married.

It took another three to realize that Steve was Steve Rogers and his wife was Peggy Carter, and together they had control over four boroughs, with the exception of Queens, which had been owned by the Parkers since Tony’s grandfather was a boy.

And by that time, he was in too deep to get himself out, not that he wanted to.

No, wanting to get out came much later. Back then, he was too naïve to think it was a bad idea to get into bed with a man like Steve.

Words: 10355, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of Alle's Version

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peggy Carter, Other Marvel Characters

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Mob, Mob Boss Steve Rogers, Twink Tony Stark, Infidelity, background Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers - Freeform, Explicit Sexual Content, Onscreen AU-Typical Violence, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, offscreen minor character death, Gun Violence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45888358

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

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stony-ao3-feed · 1 year

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Illicit Affairs

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by iam93percentstardust

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance But it dies and it dies and it dies

Tony wouldn’t find out for another six weeks that the reason Steve kept taking him to expensive hotels was because he was married.

And by that time, he was in too deep to get himself out, not that he wanted to.

No, wanting to get out came much later. Back then, he was too naïve to think it was a bad idea to get into bed with a man like Steve.

Words: 10355, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of Alle's Version

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peggy Carter, Other Marvel Characters

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

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#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

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faeriecap · 2 years

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I'm watching a documentary on bugsy Siegel and like imagine an au where jewish plucky brilliant high school drop out Bucky Barnes needs money when his dad succumbs to old wounds from the first war and dies so he joins the mob and quickly rises the ranks when Russian mob boss "the red skull" takes notice of the kid and makes him his right hand man and Steve Rogers the Irish kid from Brooklyn works for like a sort of anti mob that doesn't terrorize but kinda protects the people from extortion and takes out the fat cats and he gets recruited by the government as a mole but after an attempt on his life that costs him his arm all bucky wants is out and he goes off to Hollywood where his friend Howard is and meets Peggy Carter who becomes his moll but then she gets involved with the head of Steve's gang who want at Bucky and she thinks they're gonna kill him so she's really scared and trying to keep them off his scent but turns out they want to get him out and on their side and Steve's mom was his nurse in hospital when he lost his arm and met Steve but neither realized who the other was and hit it off until Bucky escaped so he's been looking for him this whole time especially since he realized who Bucky was and he's the first person to see him as more than what the mob has made him and eventually they get it together and leave New York and la completely behind in a witness protection program where Bucky poses as or actually gets amnesia and this is all in the 30s oh my god

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ao3feed-danielsousa · 2 years

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Tell me it's Forever

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by Anonymous

Bucky Barnes is a spoiled brat. Or, that's what everyone thinks he is. He's the step-son of one of the most powerful men in all of New York. A Russian beauty. He's bound to be a pain in the ass, spoiled brat.

But he's not.

He's a Russian Beauty. He's kind, but hardly allowed to show it. And he's broken, but again, hardly allowed to show it.

And then in walks Peggy Carter. The head of Shield, trying to take down Hydra. Her mission is to kill Alexander Pierce. But that would leave Bucky fatherless. And familyless. Again.

And how does she take down Hydra when she's slowly falling in love with one James "Bucky" Barnes?

Words: 1111, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Agent Carter (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Angie Martinelli, Howard Stark, Tony Stark, Maria Stark, Dottie Underwood, Daniel Sousa, Jack Thompson (Marvel), Alpine (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Alexander Pierce, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Other Marvel Characters

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Peggy Carter, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Age Difference, Older Woman/Younger Man, Alternate Universe - Mob, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Bucky Barnes, Alpha Peggy Carter, Alpha/Omega, Evil Alexander Pierce, Alpha Alexander Pierce, Creepy Alexander Pierce, Pierce is Bucky's step father, Bucky Barnes is 17, Peggy carter is 37, Bucky Barnes & Peter Parker Friendship, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Feels, Mob Boss Alexander Pierce, Child Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Rape/Non-con Elements, Childhood Trauma, BAMF Peggy Carter, Awesome Peggy Carter, Past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, For Bucky and Peggy Shippers, if you exsist, Mpreg, Intersex Bucky Barnes, Feminine Bucky Barnes, Pregnant Bucky Barnes, Intersex Peggy Carter, Falling In Love, my attempt at slow burn, eventual pregnancy, Fashion boards, because I just started making them

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #daniel sousa #agent carter

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missvelvetsstuff · 2 years

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Fridays Place

Bucky Barnes x Reader Mob AU

Chapter 8

Warnings: swearing, vague descriptions of non-con

Friday's mind tried to take her to better, happier times as she dreamed of when she started volunteering with Peggy and learning about the horses.

~Flashback~

11 year old Y/N was working her weekend job at the pony ride, riding her favorite pony, Brownie, when her boss Julie called her over "Hey Y/N, I'd like for you to meet a friend of mine, why don't you put Brownie up?"

Y/N looked confused but smiled "Of course, Julie. Give me a minute." She dismounted and put Brownie up, then walked up to Julie and a very pretty lady with curly brown hair and an English accent.

Julie reached out to Y/N "Peggy Carter, this is Y/N. She's one of my best workers and really has a way with the horses. Y/N, this is-"

"Oh my god, you're Peggy Carter. You're one of my heroes. Your last Olympic dressage performance was amazing" Y/N gushed before she realized it "Uh, sorry, I just-"

Peggy gently interrupted her "It's alright. I'm very excited to meet you, after what Julie has told me."

Y/N looked at Julie in confusion and Julie grinned at her "Peggy is moving here to retire and be close to her brother who married a local."

Peggy smiled "I'm starting up a small stable and was hoping you would like to come train with me. Between what Julie has told me and what I've seen, I think you have great potential. I would like to help you achieve that potential."

Y/N's eyes lit up for a moment then dimmed. "Thank you but my mom can't afford lessons for me. That's why I work here, so I can ride a little."

"If you could help me with chores and taking care of the horses I would consider lessons to be fair compensation" Peggy assured her. "I'll have to speak with your mom, of course, and you will need to keep up with your schoolwork. What do you say?"

Y/N's first day at the stable didn't go as well as she had hoped. She went right after school and was fine, mucking out stalls when she heard a new voice.

"Look Agatha, this must be the street rat that aunt Peggy hired. She wouldn't shut up about how good this girl is. She's from Bed-Stuy"

Another voice responded with "Eeewww, my mom says it's nasty there. Peggy must be desperate."

A laugh in the first voice "At least we won't have to muck out stalls. I'll have more time to practice with Louie."

Y/N heard someone walk up and looked up at two girls around her age. She smiled shyly and softly introduced herself

The blonde girl put her hand out "I'm Sharon, Peggy's niece. I'm the best rider here. This is Agatha, my cousin" She looked Y/N over and snorted "What are those shoes?"

Y/N looked at her feet "I don't know, something cheap. My mom got these so I don't ruin my regular sneakers cleaning up after horses."

Sharon laughed "Don't you have any boots?"

Y/N sighed "No, not yet. My mom is saving up for some"

"Saving up? Are you poor or something? My mom said you live in Bed-Stuy so you must be poor, I'm not even allowed to go there. What about your dad?"

Y/N looked uncomfortable "He died serving in Afghanistan. When I was little"

~end flashback

She felt an awful stinging across her stomach and started waking. Sharon was back, pouring alcohol on the cuts from her flogging.

Sharon laughed "I'm sorry did I wake you up? You don't get to sleep. I'm going to make sure you suffer until I kill you. Trash like you doesn't deserve any mercy. My mother always said you should have been put down at birth. Some Bed-Stuy ghetto whore with the nerve to think you should be allowed to come to my circle like you were one of us. Mom was so angry at Aunt Peggy for favoring you that she helped me cause your accident with Louie. How is your neck?"

Friday was too exhausted to be surprised "Peggy was devastated when he died. She rescued him as a baby, How could you do that to her?"

Sharon scoffed "Oh please, She started it. I was the best rider, her best student. She just felt so sorry for you that she said you were. She should have been honest and it would have kept you from thinking you were our equal. Even after we ruined you, you wouldn't go away. You should have given Peggy's land to me instead of keeping that dump open. Well, you aren't coming back this time. Even as a prisoner you are still trying to steal Brock from me but I won't have it. I don't care what he says, you will be dead soon and your little stable plowed into the dirt."

Friday swallowed nervously "Sharon, I'm sorry that I made you feel that way but I wasn't trying to hurt you. I just wanted to be the best rider that I could and you caused an accident that killed Peggys favorite horse and put me in the hospital with 2 fractured vertebrae, surgery and months of physical therapy before I could even ride again. You definitely ruined my show career and-"

Sharon snapped "Would you shut the fuck up. Poor little Friday, dad died when you were little and your mom was forced to move to Bed-Stuy. You were bullied and worked your ass off so you could learn to ride. Then you play saint and use your stable to help people. Most of the kids you work with don't deserve any help. They are meant to stay in their place to serve their betters like me. My mom always saw thru your little apple polisher act. She knew you would try to weasel your way into our crowd and it was sick the way that Peggy encouraged you, like you weren't lower than the shit on my boots. Like you were good enough to marry Dave."

Sharon paced, then screamed "I hate you!!! I can't wait until you're dead. I wouldn't wait but Bucky needs to see you die, he needs to suffer for even considering you as worthy of a relationship with him. He's better off with that stupid little nanny but she won't be around much longer either." She smiled and poured more alcohol on Fridays welts. The pain was too much and Friday fainted again.

Bucky was pacing, thanks to Dots watch they had her location, one of Pierce's warehouses by the docks but they were working on a plan to get in without getting Friday hurt even more. His phone chimed and his stomach dropped. He knew it was Brock with more video of his abuse of Friday but Bucky didn't think he could watch any more. He knew he should have killed Brock after the incident with Becca but he had worried about the effect on Sharon and Becca's relationship. Now he knew they would never have any kind of relationship.

Sharon had never wanted kids, the pregnancy took a toll on her and getting back into shape was difficult. She said kids are too much work, and insisted on a nanny as soon as Becca was born. He steeled himself and looked at the video. It was bad, they were treating her like a piece of meat. Bucky couldn't stop himself and bolted to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach.

When Friday woke up again she was alone. The room was dark and very cold. Everything hurt and she was sticky all over. She could feel her stomach rumble but didn't expect any food from her captors. The door opened and Brock came into the room.

He grinned at her. "Good morning slut, glad to see you're awake and ready for more. I had to knock Sharon out, she's really pissed that I'm keeping you, wouldn't shut up about it. If she keeps it up I might leave her down there with you for awhile. My own personal basement wife, or two." He winked "All you will have to do is keep yourself in shape and take everything I give you. No more sick horses or bills or bratty kids. Just you and me. And maybe Jack if he's good." Brock laughed at the fear on her face and grabbed her chin "We are going to have so much fun."

He climbed on top of her and started abusing her again. Friday tried to think about anything else but he wouldn't let her drift off and slapped her face a few times. She tried not to cry but she couldn't help herself. Friday had only had a handful of boyfriends and the ones she did sleep with were pretty vanilla. She'd had 2 girlfriends but even they were pretty basic sexually too. Her relationships never lasted long enough to get kinky. Most of the things Brock was doing to her she had never even heard of, much less tried.

Friday just couldn't understand how she came to this point. Kidnapped by a mobster was never something she thought she would experience.

Brock finished and pulled away from her for a moment, looking at his watch. He grinned "Maybe if you can make Sharon come at least once a day like you did earlier she'll be nicer. She was pretty happy until I let slip that I was keeping you. She'll learn to like it either way. It's about time to check in with Barnes, make sure you smile nice for him."

Buckys phone rang, private number, Brock again. He let his breath out and answered. "What?"

Brock laughed "Gee Barnes, you sound a bit stressed. Everything alright?"

Bucky spat "Just say what you called to say Brock."

"Don't worry, I will. I almost feel bad because Friday feels so much better than Sharon, so tight and responsive, but you will never know. She will be locked away safe and sound, somewhere convenient for me. Never know when a basement wife fuck is just what a man needs. So did you like the video? She really is good."

Bucky roared "You better make sure you kill me because I won't stop until she is safe from you."

Brock chortle "You'll have to find her first but don't worry, you'll be dead before I can even get her new room set up. I think one more video would be perfect but I'll have to get Jack here to help. Gimme an hour or so and I'll call you back."

And he ended the call.

Bucky felt like he was going to lose it. "Stark! We need to get this moving. Brock says he's going to keep her and is setting up a room in his basement. We need to get her before they get to his house. Once she's there the security will be damn near impossible to get past."

Tony nodded. They all sat and put together a rescue plan. It wasn't perfect but they couldn't wait much longer. Carol, Val and Maria would stay at the stable with the civilians while Bucky, Steve, Clint, Sam, Rhodey and a couple dozen of Bucky's lower ranks were headed to the warehouse.

When they were wrapping up and getting ready to leave, Bucky realized that Tony had been uncharacteristically quiet. "Tony!" He hollared "What's on your mind? You're too quiet."

Tony looked up, a little dazed. "I think we need to call in The Cavalry. I'll catch up with you shortly. Wait for us, no Leroy Jenkins BS today."

Bucky nodded grimly, climbed onto his bike and headed towards the waterfront with Steve next to him, Sam and Clint following right behind and a number of cars coming up behind them. When they pulled up down the block from the building they all took their places.... Sam and Clint up high, most of the other cars surrounded the building from a distance and even a few police boats in the water about half a mile out. Everyone waited tensely waiting for Bucky's signal until they heard him whistle and headed in.

Brock was still doing foul things to Friday's body but the exhaustion and pain had caused her to retreat back into her own mind. When he realized she wasn't paying attention he slapped her a few times but she still didn't respond. He spat on her face and swore, still nothing. Brock pulled away from her and had just decided a cold shower might help when he heard shouting and gunfire, then an explosion.

"Fuck!" Brock grabbed his phone and called "Rollins! Get this bitch moving and follow me. It's showtime!"

Chapter 9

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #Friday's Place #james bucky barnes x y/n

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