#steve rogers x petite!reader

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[dungeonpuppykai]

yeah yeah maybe i am ovulating, maybe i am disgusting

but one thing i know for sure is that

i am a 6' busty babe and

i would love for this man to fold me like his laundry

because like, everybody would think i call the shots because of how polite and soft he is overall and the size difference, of course plus me being a seasoned brat

only for me to act smart or big and he only gives me a look and i pathetically whimper and curl into his side, muttering apologies and pressing soft kisses along his humble shoulder

even better if i am wearing heels <3

[lokisgoodgirl]

Secretive Santa: The Lakes [Loki x Reader]

The Lakes Masterlist / Regular Masterlist Summary: (8) Seasons may have changed, but some hearts still need soothed. And what better time than Christmas for some well-intentioned mischief? Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Usual Lakes fare. Established relationship. Theve (?) Soft smut , mild angst, humour, fluff and cunning plans throughout. (w/c 7.3k)

You would never forget the look on Thor’s face as the Fiat had drawn up the loose stone drive to the cottage. The glow of his smile was visible through the windshield at 100 paces.

As he and Rogers had exited the car with a spring in their step, you were starting to think the last two days had been just what everyone had needed.

The air was crisp this morning, winter’s first biting chill stinging your cheeks.

Steve’s face was glossy and fresh with the flushed sheen of recent spa treatments. His forehead shone. He strode towards you with a nod, extending his hand to shake Loki’s with a quiet ‘howdy’ as Thor brought up the rear.

‘Do you really think they slept together?’ you’d gaped to Loki as you’d lain in bed after dinner last night, thoroughly sated with food and sex. Loki had laughed gently, making your chin bounce on his bare chest. ‘There were twelve condoms in the pack I bought to get a rise from Rogers,’ he’d replied. An eyebrow had risen as you stared vacantly. ‘How many times have we had sex, darling?’ Loki had continued.

A smirk had played at the corner of his perfect mouth, still glistening with your arousal. It was burned into your memory. The soft mischief in every line.

You had bit your lip, the look of intense concentration on your face making Loki chuckle again. ‘Full, or just oral?’ you’d replied wilfully. ‘Ten,’ Loki had mouthed, raking a hand through his hair as he arched his back. One of his legs draped over the side of the single bed. ‘There were ten in the box when they left. So either-’ ‘It’s happened, or it’s going to!’ you’d gasped. Loki had shrugged. Maybe, his silence had said - but he was still smiling. Now, you tilted your chin as Thor stood beside Steve.

The captain hooked an arm around the blonde god’s shoulder, the pep of the men’s familiar pleasantries filling the air like birdsong. Thor’s followed suit, giving each other an affectionate pat before breaking apart. “You guys ready to blow off?” Steve asked, gesturing to the Fiat.

Loki’s nose wrinkled. “I humbly petition to sit in the front passenger seat this time.” he muttered, making his suitcase disappear in a flash of green. “We can take turns,” Thor offered. A relevation.

Startled, Loki’s eyebrows rose. You looked between them, smiling as the men nodded agreement in sage trifecta.

Although you’d been lumbered driving for the next seven hours back to the Essex compound, it would be another world than the trip up had been. And besides, none of these particular Earth's Mightiest Heroes could drive stick.

“Let’s go home,” you murmured, meeting Loki’s eyes as his hand slid into yours with a squeeze. “Home,” he smiled.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months. The seasons changed again. But thankfully, Loki had not.

Frost adorned trees lining Central Park were visible from the god’s bedroom window. Like cake toppers, you mused as you pulled the curtains behind a sash, dusted with icing sugar. A pair of strong hands slid around your waist, slippers nipping at your heels as he moulded his stomach against your back.

Long fingers tugged against the loose sash of your robe.

“Come back to bed,” he murmured against the muss of your morning hair. His breath was warm in the shell of your ear, the heat of his skin sinking from his bare chest through your gown.

You could feel the bulge in his loose pyjama pants pulse against your ass. “They need me,” you whined, tilting your chin to meet his pleading eyes. He knew you couldn’t resist those eyes. Christmas lights on the tree in the corner lit up the golden veins of his irises. “I need you,” he retorted. The wounded tone of his voice tugged your heartstrings.

You rolled your eyes.

Loki tutted. “Agent?” he warned playfully. Playful, but no less devastating. It made your core flush with ill-timed desire. “We don’t do that anymore.” It had become a mantra. An amber light which snuffed out behaviours that no longer had a place in your relationship. And expectation of equality, you conceded, worked both ways. “Come back to bed,” he husked again, deeper this time.

Loki’s forefinger looped around the sash of your robe, stepping back slowly. Two steps, then three. You followed, falling to his lap as he sat back on the mattress. “It’s cold outside. Rogers will understand.” You scoffed, curling the mess of his hair behind one perfectly formed ear. Whatever happened, it needed to sound believable. Just a normal mission. A normal mission. “It’s not Steve I’m worried about,” you said.

Loki frowned, urging you to continue as his fingers danced dangerously up your leg. They began to massage the curve of your ass beneath the silk. “It’s your brother – he’s been antsy all week. All month, actually. Chewed Scott out the other day for being late – even Steve was embarrassed.” Loki’s hand paused. “Will he be there? On this ‘very important mission’?” he muttered, staring at your breasts with a faraway look in his eyes. “My brother, I mean…” You swallowed, the oath of utter secrecy bubbling behind your teeth, willing itself to be broken.

You managed a half-hearted shrug. Loki’s pinched fingers slid down the opening of your robe, before raising his gaze with a wolfish glint.

“Perhaps Rogers is rubbing off on him,” he quipped, lips stretching in a smirk. You slapped his shoulder lightly, trying to stand before Loki pulled you back in. His lips traced your own, inhaling against your breath. “Or on him,” he finished smugly.

You slapped his shoulder again.

“It’s been ages since the lakes, and neither of them have said a word,” you huffed, standing and shrugging your robe to the floor.

Taking a moment to enjoy the awed slant of Loki’s brows, you turned and made your way to the small selection of clothes you kept in his rooms. “If they were a thing, we’d know by now. They barely speak to each other these days.” You unhooked a combat suit, feeling the weight of Loki’s stare on your naked ass. “Has Thor said anything to you?” you asked innocently, glancing back over your shoulder. The god’s eyes snapped from your rear to your face.

“What?” he coughed. He was hard. “Has Thor said anything to you?” you repeated, trying to hold in a satisfied smile. “About him and Steve?” Loki crossed his legs, trying to dampen the arousal pumping through his veins. “No,” he sniffed. “But he is acting particularly meat-headishness of late. I should speak to him.” “You should-” you said, pulling the suit over your shoulders and sliding the zip upwards. Loki’s crestfallen eyes lingered as your cleavage disappeared from view. “I should-” he muttered absent-mindedly as you drew closer and leant down to give him a kiss. His train of thought dissipated in the air.

You paused, feeling his breath cloud around your mouth. As much as you wanted to stay, this was important. The secrecy that surrounded Steve’s message had made that clear.

Loki kissed you. First soft, then firm. A promise.

And the warmth of it lingered as you made your reluctant way down the Tower elevators and into the crisp New York December day.

You checked the top right corner of the screen nestled in your thick gloves. Nine seventeen. Shit. The dot on the GPS moved up East 50th street. Skies had darkened, clouds threatening snow. Wreaths and lightbulb-adorned foliage hung against shop windows, festive displays catching your eye.

That jacket would look incredible on Loki, you thought fleetingly; before the shade of a skyscraper loomed above. Making a mental note to come back and get it, you paused; taking a moment at the railing. It overlooked the golden statue in Rockefeller Plaza. Even at this time in the morning, skaters made their way around the rink with various displays of aptitude. A man who reminded you very much of Colin Robertson hung stiffly onto the side as his other half skated backwards, encouraging him enthusiastically. You smiled. “Thanks for coming,” a voice murmured over your shoulder.

You clutched your chest. “Steve!” you gasped.

Ever since the lakes, the relationship with your superior had become a lot more familiar. An unexpected bonus. The captain wore a thick hat low on his brow. And sunglasses, of course. A navy blue jacket was zipped up under his chin. He looked stiff, hands jammed in his pockets. He glanced anxiously over his shoulder while you leant against the railing. “You going to tell me what this is about, now?” you said quietly.

Steve nodded curtly, clearing his throat. It fogged the air. “Seems I drew Odinson in the secretive santa and I need your advice.” You arched a brow, ‘secretive santa’ making your lip twitch with laughter which would be entirely inappropriate.

“Go on,” you mustered warily. Steve cleared his throat again, removing his sunglasses. He produced a small microfibre flannel from his pocket, beginning to polish them. “You know him better than I do, see” he mumbled, meeting your sceptical gaze. You titled your head. Steve’s cheeks were pink. And not from cold. Not just from cold, anyway.

“I don’t know about that,” you replied softly. The captain’s eyes narrowed, searching for any hint of ulterior meaning.

“You spent a lot of time together before the cabin,” you explained, seeing his face soften. “- which I appreciate, by the way. We both do.” You squeezed his hand. “I think together we can find the perfect gift – don’t you?” Steve exhaled loudly. It was relief. “Well, I did have one idea I wanted to run by you…” he smiled shyly.

Your eyebrows rose.

In response, Steve nudged his head towards a store on the other side of the plaza. A smile stretched across your face.

“Perfect!” you cried, making Steve cringe. “Keep your voice down,” he hushed, wincing as a passer by jostled his shoulder. “I don’t want that Heimdall character ruining the surprise.” You laughed playfully. “If you’re on his radar then-” you started, before thinking better of it. Thankfully, Steve was too busy putting his sunglasses on and tugging the woolly hat down to notice.

FAO Schwarz was heaving with shoppers. Crowds bustled around elaborate displays of every toy imaginable. Normal-looking businessmen and women clutched large paper bags with boxes slotted in expert precision making their way quickly past you to the entrance. Trying to fit in what they could before work, you reckoned. The superheroes of the everyday. New York’s iconic toy-store was a Christmas wonderland, wreaths adorning pillars and large glittering snowflakes hanging from tall ceilings. Paul McCartney’s chirpy vocals rang from concealed speakers, heralding the season. Steve paused beside one of the perfectly coiffured trees lining the walkway through the store, glancing shiftily over his shoulder. “Maybe you should lose the sunglasses?” you suggested. He nodded reluctantly, slipping them into his pocket. “It’s over here,” he murmured.

He was frowning lightly, concern in those famously blue eyes. His Captain face. If you weren’t acutely aware of the context, you might be forgiven for thinking that this was a super-serious mission.

But, you reminded yourself, for him...maybe it is. You decided not to make light of it.

The two of you slipped around several hordes of shoppers towards a wall at the back of the store. Rows of plush animal faces stared vacantly in immaculate lines. Steve stopped. He folded his arms, spreading his feet in a stoic stance.

“There,” he said firmly, nodding towards a modest circular display. “Oh my god,” you whispered, eyes widening.

Out the corner of your vision, you saw Steve’s chin snap towards you; the feeling of his anxious stare beating into your profile. A grin spread on your lips. “It’s perfect,” you squealed, turning to him. You gripped his shoulders, shaking him lightly. “You’re a genius. He’ll love it.” Steve blushed, looking down. He scuffed his foot on the polished floor. It squeaked. “Golly,” he muttered, smiling bashfully. “You really think?”

You nodded, meaning it with your whole heart. “Perfect.”

Loki pursed his lips. He could hear the neolithic grunting of his brother doing some manner of inane task in the kitchen up ahead. It echoed.

Apparently, Thor had not been called to whatever mission had stolen you from his bed after all.

He rounded the corner, immediately tensing. The God of Thunder stood hunched over a toaster, miniscule in one meaty hand. In the other, he had a knife jammed deep in the contraption, wiggling it around. “You should turn that off at the wall, you know-” Loki drawled. Thor looked up, smiling.

“My breakfast is entrapped, brother. There is no other way.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I thought you weren’t doing that anymore,” Thor muttered, demeanour hardening. "The rolly-eye-thing."

Loki bristled. “For some things there is no alternate or adequate lexicology to express oneself, brother.” Thor humphed, rattling the knife deeper.

A blackened pop-tart fell to the counter amid a cascade of crumbs. With silent vindication, he raised it in his grasp and shook it in Loki’s direction. A triumphant grin spread across his face as Loki slid onto a stool at the breakfast bar. “So?” Loki said smoothly, tilting his head. It was a loaded syllable. Thor’s brow scrunched. Loki wasn’t sure if it was the bitterness of his ill-gotten prize or the vagueness of his opening gambit which caused it. “What?” Thor crunched. Flecks of burnt fell with abandon to his scruffy beard and a white muscle vest stretched tight on his chest. It was stained with what looked like mustard, and chocolate - one hoped.

This is not that garment's first dawn, Loki thought. He sighed pointedly. “Look, we’ve been dancing around this for weeks. Your increase in short-temperedness and decrease in both affinity and hygiene has been noted.” The blonde pressed his fingers sarcastically to his chest, eyes wide. “You talk of me?” he exclaimed incredulously before chuckling, shaking his head.

Without warning, Thor released a thundering fart. It tapered to a whining toot before he spoke again. “You must be mistaken brother.” Loki didn't flinch. Not even a millimetre.

“I am not,” was Loki’s curt response. He clasped his hands on the counter-top, now marred with specks of charred pop-tart. They looked like ants. His disapproving eyes rose to meet his brother, now looking shifty. He was chewing, avoiding Loki’s analytical stare.

Thor flicked his hair back. It had a crispness to it. Some kind of resolve settled over his features, and there was a sharp glint in his eye Loki didn’t like.

“Have you told her you love her yet?” his elder brother quipped bitterly. Sarcasm seeped from him like steam. Or maybe that was the lingering stench of flatulence. “Again?” Loki tensed, resisting the bait. “That is none of your concern.”

He straightened, making space as Thor leant on the counter opposite, fist propped beneath his chin. The blonde batted his eyelashes innocently. Loki wanted to punch him. “Oh but it is, brother-” Thor smarmed, lip curling in a smirk that Loki would recognise in a mirror. “I am most concerned about it indeed.”

The two of them sat in silence, unspoken asgardian curses curling the air. “A truth for a truth?” Loki postured coldly, circling his fingertip on the counter. The question hung in the air. An old compromise last involked in their youth, in the days of the cabin-with-no-place.

It had become such a staple of breaking their stubborn stalemates that Frigga had commissioned the Asgardian Crones to weave a token.

‘To solidify the sentiment, for harmony’ she had said.

Millions of silken threads created the finest handkerchief in Asgard, an ombre of green and red which softened in silken waves to the centre; melding to one. Harmony.

On it, hand-stitched in the truest gold were the words. The only words which could provoke amnesty between the heirs. The symbol exchanged between them at times of familial discord. Whoever held it, must forfeit one admission for another or face the consequences.

En sannhet byttet mot en sannhet, A truth exchanged for a truth, Loki mulled as he traced a dark vein of the marbled counter-top.

It was not an accord invoked lightly. The ceremonial handkerchief itself may be lost to places known only to few, but once uttered, the oath must be fulfilled. He followed the winding tendril to the edge before meeting his brother’s eyes. Thor snorted, slapping the hand beneath his chin to the surface. “Fine” he gruffed.

“You and Rogers-” Loki cut in, seizing the moment. He watched his brother’s brow crease, short-lived victory turning to regret. “Is he the cause of the foul mood which has plagued you these past weeks?” Thor shuffled his feet, pushing himself upright against the counter. “I see not business that is of-” he began to parrot, but Loki waved a dismissive hand. “Brother, please-” he snapped sharply. “Even adorned with our lifespans, this banal rhetoric could last us to the gates of Valhalla.” He watched as his brother’s features relented, a quiet sigh rising in his chest. Thor swallowed. “He will not speak of it,” he muttered.

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Of what?” Thor’s jaw set, looking at his brother with exasperation. “Our amorous union, short-lived as it was.” A small smile played at Loki’s lips.

Vindication, he thought. Finally, they were getting somewhere.

He summoned the willpower that had become so familiar from his newly-trained approach to your relationship, reminding himself that vulnerability was to be encouraged, not exploited. Carefully, he re-adjusted himself on the stool. He made sure he looked sympathetic. “I wasn’t sure if-” “Yes, yes…” Thor mumbled dismissively, glancing around the walls. Pink had risen in his cheeks.

“Rogers asked me not to say anything. But methinks it’s all for nought now regardless.”

“So the two of you...at the cottage?” Loki probed.

Thor nodded. “It started as a ruse, a part of the plan should it be required to stay you in the correct location but-” he swallowed.

“When the moment arose, the moment took me...us, and- our kinship, such as it was, had changed somehow. The nights we spent setting things in motion for the two of you, we grew closer. I cannot place it, brother. I just…”

“That sounds familiar,” Loki said softly. Without realising it, he had reached for his brother’s hand.

Thor squeezed it, staring down as he continued. “The love of a male is not unfamiliar to either of us-” Thor said, glancing up briefly. “But to Rogers…” he trailed off. “-It is all unfamiliar.” Loki finished. His brother nodded. “At the spa...we talked about what the future could look like. Many plans were made, but-” Thor swallowed thickly. “-when we returned, things were different?” Loki murmured tentatively.

Thor nodded again.

Loki knew that fear all too well. He would be lying if he said that his heart hadn’t pounded the whole flight home, wondering if a return to reality outside of the bubble created in the cottage would return you to your senses too. The thought of losing you again had been almost too much to bear. “I know not if it is his values. His image. Whether his feelings have changed or whether the intrigue was more of an allure than reality- he has barely spoken two words of warmth since our return. And when he does speak – I find myself behaving most unbefitting my feelings. Pushing him further, like you did.” Tears welled in the blonde’s eyes.

“Or perhaps it is I, brother,” Thor continued, smiling in a way that didn’t reach his eyes. It twisted Loki’s heart. His elder brother released a mirthless chuckle of resignation before continuing, fingertip circling on the marble anxiously. “Perhaps it is I.”

In seconds, Loki stood and rounded the counter.

He drew his brother close, feeling the strength of Thor’s grip tentatively curl around his shoulders. The god’s chest heaved, shallow breaths ricocheting against Loki’s neck. He found himself pressing his brother’s head into his hold, trying to steady the silent sobs swallowed with every gulp of air.

Had they ever embraced like this? Loki didn’t think so. Not that he could recall. But, strangely, he found he didn’t care.

“It’s alright, brother” he heard himself murmur, not knowing what else to say.

Thor choked back a shuddering sigh as Loki continued to stroke his hair. He rested his chin on his brother’s head, closing his eyes. “It’s alright.”

A paper bag adorned with toy soldiers rustled by your feet below the table.

Steve had given strict instructions to keep it in your sight while he bought coffee. You peeked inside again, smiling.

Somehow, you’d managed to convince him to while away a little more time before heading back to the Tower, citing Loki’s suspicions. But really, you just wanted to spend time with him.

Ever since the lakes, Steve had softened – which wasn’t a bad thing. In some ways you felt much closer, but in others; from others – he seemed to be pulling away. “Careful, it’s hot” he quipped, nudging the wooden chair out with his foot.

He squeezed to sit at the world’s smallest table that you had commandeered in the corner of the café. You mouthed thanks, pulling the mug over. “Reminds me of the cottage,” you smiled; looking up innocently. Steve’s eyebrows peaked, before he frowned lightly. “I guess,” he muttered. Festive jazz played over the bustle of mid-morning conversation and clinking plates. The milk steamer spluttered endlessly behind the bar. You scooped a blob of cappuccino foam onto your finger, sucking it off. It was now or never. After all, it was Christmas.

“Are you alright, Cap?” you started deferentially, hoping that the softness you felt in your heart shone through. Steve looked up, blue eyes deep in thought.

“Can I trust you, Agent?” he asked warily as his gaze glanced over your shoulder. Your features softened further, tension easing. You reached across the space between you, fingers curling over his forearm. “Steve,” you whispered. “I owe you so much. So much. I care about you, and Loki does too.” Steve’s brow arched sceptically. “He does,” you smiled, squeezing his arm. The smile fell gradually as you studied his face. “You can trust me,” you said quietly. Seriously. The captain nodded, taking a deep breath. “I…” he started.

Your brow twitched, an uneasy feeling spreading under your skin as Steve readjusted his feet beneath the table. His fingernails scratched at the wood, tapping as he glanced out the window and back again. “I…” he pursed his lips, avoiding your eyes. “-fucked up,” he hissed. Your stare widened. “Steve!” you gasped. He looked at you sheepishly. “Apologies,” he muttered. Clearly, your look of abject confusion was enough to spur him on. He leant forwards, urging you to do the same. A woman stood at the next table. Both of you watched her leave. Steve turned back to you, his eyes trained on the coffee cup nestled between his palms. “Our...mutual friend. The blonde,” he said quietly. You squeezed his arm again to signal understanding. “Well...as it turns out, I enjoy his company a bunch.” Steve’s eyelashes fluttered upwards, bashful gaze swimming above pink cheeks. He bit his lip. “A bunch. You see?” “I see,” you replied gently. Steve released a wistful sigh.

He licked his lips, fingers playing with the mug handle. “Things happened at the lakes that I didn’t expect. That I never woulda...that I-” he sighed, hanging his head.

“I told him it was a mistake.” He blew out a puff of air. “What a ninny,” he chided himself under his breath. You tilted your head. It was breaking your heart. “Do you think it was a mistake?” Steve shook his head, sighing again. “No,” said quietly. “But now he won’t talk to me. Not like before– as though he’s realised it was a mistake. He’s done with ol’ chum over here. I can’t blame him. I guess it’s not a big deal for a god and whatnot but for me-” Steve swallowed, words drying up. “Trust me, I know how it feels” you whispered.

Steve’s eyes met yours. They were glassy with tears, darting from your own to the pictures hanging on the wall and back again.

“I fucked up,” he breathed again. His voice trembled on the swear.

“It’s alright,” you cooed sadly as your thumb stroked Steve’s palm. You squeezed again. "It's gonna be alright."

Loki paced back and forth across the rug in his living room.

He’d tried buzzing your apartment four times at thirty minute intervals. Each time, he had been left more enthused than the previous.

His mind was alight with the thrill of the plot.

Through an entirely subtle process of elimination over the past hours, he had deduced that there was only one member of the team you could be with on this auspicious morning. Rogers. And after his conversation with his brother – he needed the intel you had most certainly gathered – whether intentionally or no.

There was more to this ‘mission’ of yours than met the eye, of this he was certain. He was certain, because he had planted the seeds himself.

There was a knock at the door. Loki’s feet skidded back against the rug in his haste to the handle, throwing it wide and bustling you inside.

“-Loki-” you gasped while he glanced to either side of the hallway before spinning you against the wall with a ravishing kiss.

His senses came alive beneath your touch. The bright cool of your skin, the scent of coffee and spiced gingerbread clinging to your hair; an almost imperceptible tacky patch on your cheekbone where some soul had left a passing kiss. Lipbalm. Rogers.

“What have you been up to my secretive elf?” he purred against your parted lips. Your coat hung open, the avengers uniform you had donned this morning for his benefit, he was sure; on half-display.

“I...uh-” Loki smirked as your palms steadied against the wall. You were panting, face flushed from the onslaught of his affections. Fingers raked through your hair as you met his eyes, blinking several times.

“You tied your hair back,” you noted, dazed.

Loki scoffed at the attempt at subterfuge, grabbing your hand.

“Come,” he said as he pulled you towards the sofa. You landed with a soft bounce as the god took centre stage in the living room. He pressed his fingertips together, hands peaked in a triangle. It touched his lips briefly. “Brace thyself, darling” he drawled. Unbuttoning your coat, Loki felt his gaze fall down the black material tight to your arms. It clung to your chest, the zip far too low for any official business. His stare lingered on the curve of your waist, how it taunted and teased him as you shuffled back on the sprawling sofa.

“Consider me braced,” you said pointedly. He cleared his throat. “My brother,” he started, pausing for effect. You stared at him expectantly.

Loki admitted to himself that he was a little disappointed you did not seem more intrigued by the fatted bounty of gossip he was about to spill forth. But he decided to maintain the theatre it deserved regardless. “-is in love with…” he paused again, smirking mischievously- “Rogers.” Your head fell back, landing in the cushions as your hands covered your face. “Oh thank fuck for that!” you gasped, beginning to laugh despite yourself. Loki frowned. This was not the response he had expected.

Between sighs of relief, you peered through your fingers at the bemused god. He was standing with his hands on his hips, the irritation palpable. The foot began to tap.

“Come here,” you placated. Patting the cushion beside you, his face softened; but an eyebrow remained raised.

“I would have thought my most excellent investigations would yield a smidgeon more praise from you my dear,” he said with feigned annoyance as he sat. “Nonetheless, I imagine your response means welcome news?” You nodded. “Steve feels the same. At least – I think he does.” Loki’s face scrunched. “You think? Please. Rogers should be on his hands and knees thanking the norns for my brother’s affections.” It was your turn to frown. “But Steve doesn’t know how Thor feels – your brother’s been palming him off.” Loki smirked.

“Not like that,” you sighed as you fell back again against the cushions. “We have to do something Loki...they’re mad about each other. They both think the other isn’t interested for one reason or another. They just need-” “-a little nudge?” Loki purred.

You met his stare. Those beautiful eyes swirled with the warm glow of the treelights, sparking mischief in golden flecks buried in deepest blue. Shadows cast by candlelight danced in the carve of his cheekbones.

“A little nudge,” you repeated, tilting your head with a knowing smile.

“After all, it would be rude not to return the favour. Don’t you agree?” the god murmured as his fingers danced up your suit.

They fastened around the zip at your chest, pulling slowly down. In seconds, Loki had gracefully shifted and buried his face in your cleavage. Hot kisses worked against the skin, breath warming any hint of chill still lingering in your bones.

Your hands slid past his temples as he made it to your neck, fingers winding in the lengths of his ponytail before pulling it free.

“Minx,” he slurred against the curve.

You could feel the sharp of his teeth against your collarbone as he smiled. Hands sliding over his broad shoulders, you took a moment to appreciate the tight knit of the camel sweater he wore at the meat of his biceps. Camel, he’d insisted. Not beige. And in the heady afterglow of lovemaking amidst a sea of sparkling Christmas lights, a cunning plan began to form.

You made your way to the common room, gift-bag swinging.

The presents that you and Loki had procured for your team-mates sat nestled inside – one for Scott, one for Wanda.

The tradition was a fairly new one, but a highlight of the festive calendar. On Christmas Eve, before outsider guests for Tony’s annual party began to arrive- the Avengers gathered and exchanged all manner of tat and risque shit. You often wondered how much the picture on your phone of Bruce holding up the dinner-plate sized cock ring Tony had made for him would fetch on the open market. But you had decided long ago that it was priceless. “Brother!” you imitated in a deep, accented growl.

Thor spun on the common room sofa, his wary look melting to a wide smile. You ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck. He spun, making you squeal. A whining mash of faint tunefulness emitted from his chest as the god lowered you to the ground. Jingle Bells. “Ah, you pressed the penguin’s nose” he hummed, booping the knitted beakish blob. “He sings,” he explained, pleased with himself. “I can see that,” you said as you made your way to the tree. “But turn around – you can’t see which presents are ours...” Thor obliged, smiling as he busied himself fluffing a garland by the fireplace. "Perhaps we should invite my Penguin friend to the carol concert at Stark's festive jamboree tomorrow," he boomed across the room. You watched him, remembering the feeling of acting normally while tendrils of heartache wrapped around your insides.

"-Certainly, he can hold a tune better than I" Thor continued, chuckling to himself. A pang of sadness mellowed as you turned back to the pile beneath the tree. Scanning, you tried to look for one that could be Steve’s – but none fit the bill. “Okay I’m done,” you said casually as you stood. Thor continued fluffing the garland. You sidled over, trying to act casual. “Have you um...added yours yet?” Thor shook his head regretfully. “Having a little trouble with my assigned giftee” he muttered. His eyes flickered to yours guiltily. “There is something I wish to give them, but I am unsure it would be welcome.” A small smile played on your lips. “Something tells me any gift of yours would be welcome,” you said, watching his bottom lip roll beneath the top with a sceptical grunt. “Is it something I can help with?” you probed, “maybe a second opinion would ease your mind.” “No,” Thor mumbled. He sighed. “I fear this is something I must endeavour alone, sister.” You frowned. How the fuck did Thor manage one of these cunning plans, you wondered as Michael Buble crooned in the background. “I wished to speak to you as it happens,” he murmured. Your lips pursed. The tone of his voice, the tension in his shoulders. Flashing lights interwoven in the fireplace garland illuminated a newly crimson hue to his skin. “Did my brother...mention anything to you of late?” You snorted. “You’ll have to be more specific when it comes to Loki. He never shuts up,” you smiled, feigning ignorance. Thor chuckled. “Indeed,” he said as he picked at a ribbon. “Well then...more specifically about, me.” You shook your head. You hated lying to him, but in this case – it was for the greater good. The god nodded softly, still inspecting the ribbon between his fingers. “Good. Well. That wasn’t what I wished to speak to you about anyway.” You swallowed. Cryptic Thor was never a welcome guest at any gathering. “My brother,” he continued cautiously, eyeing you before moving his fingers to another strand of greenery hanging over the side of the mahogany mantel. “-He intends to declare his love for you this Yuletide.”

Your jaw dropped, neck craning forwards. “Oh,” was all you could manage.

The side of Thor’s mouth twitched in an apologetic smile. “I am aware that your relationship has been, what is the parlance...taken ‘back to basics’ in some respects-” “Yeah,” you mumbled. Suddenly the ribbons decorating the garland looked very interesting. You and he stood in silence, straightening Pepper’s ornamentation.

Thor cleared his throat. “Knowing you the way I do sister,” he said softly, “I thought that forearmed would be forewarned.” “It’s the other way around,” you snipped. "Forewarned is forearmed." Out the corner of your eye, you saw Thor’s face fall. “Sorry,” you added quietly. The god’s hand curled around your shoulder, pulling you to him in a brief sidehug before releasing it.

“It’s just...we agreed not to rush things,” you explained under your breath.

You knew that he knew this, but verbalisation was needed. The cogs of your mind whirled.

“We haven’t moved back in together, we just keep a few things at each others places...go on a lot of dates, we’re working on ourselves, you know? Avoiding the mistakes we made last time. Like...well, like rushing things.” Thor turned towards you, bicep leaning against the mantle-piece as he listened diligently. You could feel the track of his gaze over your face.

Unable to take it anymore, you turned to look at him. “He’s doing so well, Thor. We’re doing so well. I’m happy. Really happy,” The words sounded panicked. You hated that. Thor reached out, cupping your hand in his. “I just...I don’t want it to ruin anything,” you finished. Looking up, the god’s concerned stare was waiting like you knew it would be.

“Do you love him?” was all Thor said.

Heat rose in your cheeks.

The truth was that you did. That you always had, and probably always would. But in hindsight, those three little words had heralded the beginning of the end last time. When his rose-tinted effort to contain the smarm and arrogance had well and truly gone absent without leave.

In some ways, the old Loki had taken your love to mean your unending loyalty. Unconditionally, in the truest sense of the word. Your unquestioning support and adulation no matter his behaviour, however many times you tried to stand your ground. And while his actions these past months had gone a long way to assuage those lingering doubts – the fear that it could flare up his old habits made your blood run cold.

Seconds ticked on while Thor’s question hung in the air.

“I thought it best you have time to consider it before the moment was upon you,” he said quietly. “My apologies if I have overstepped.”

You shook your head, linking your fingers through his. Without realising, tears had begun to prick your eyes. He raised a palm to your cheek, wiping away a droplet which had spilled over the rim. “No tears, sis” he rumbled lovingly. “It’s Christmas.” You felt a weak smile grow as Thor extended his forefinger. It lingered in the air between you. He paused, raising his eyebrows.

He moved the finger slowly to the penguin’s beak.

It pressed against the jumper. Against the lumpy misshapen knob of black knit, Thor's eyes never leaving yours.

And as the squeaking whine of electronic Jingle Bells filled the air, it dissolved the scent of sadness into a waft of cinnamon candlesmoke. You and the god of Thunder began to laugh.

Loki leant against the counter of your kitchenette.

He watched as you waited for the kettle to finish boiling, staring at it intently. Something was off. Your fingertip ran around the rim of a glass teapot sitting on the side. Loki could smell the spiced chai leaves from here. “Are you alright, darling?” he ventured cautiously. You offered a weak smile as the kettle clicked off the boil. Steam billowed around your jawline as you poured.

Loki was careful not to let his face betray the nerves bubbling in his stomach. If he was honest with himself, he’d been waiting for something to crop up that would throw the fine-sailing vessel of your relationship off-course.

It’s only a matter of time until she changes her mind, he’d think with twisting sadness as he watched you sleep. With me, it’s always just a matter of time.

He absorbed the purse of your lips, the absent-minded wipe of a droplet of tea from the counter-top before you blew the steam gently. Its motion sent a wave of rich tea and spices in his direction.

Your slipper socks rustled against the tiles as you made your way over to him, still resting against the counter’s lip. You set the mug down to his side, hands sliding over his hips. They clasped behind his back at the base of his spine.

“I have to talk to you about something, and it’s not easy-” you murmured softly.

Your eyes were wide and vulnerable, a slight tremble of your lip making his heart race. The scent of your festive perfume filled his nostrils, like ginger biscuits.

“Go on,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure he could manage much more.

You swallowed thickly, fingers toying with the back of his sweater. Black, today. Loki hoped it was not an ensemble of foreshadowing. “I ran into your brother in the common room."

Loki exhaled a sigh of relief. “Oh,” he breathed, a small smile breaking. But your expression didn’t change. The god felt your fingers pull nervously against his sweater. Bad for the knit. “He um-now, don’t be mad at him-” Loki began to frown. “He uh, mentioned that you were maybe thinking about...um, saying something soon. To me.” Realisation blossomed, vines of anger and embarrassment twisting around the thought as he cursed his brother’s loose lips. He should have known. Loki swallowed, feeling his features harden but being unable to stop it.

Your gaze fell, the trace of your fingertips around his middle as you brought them together in front of you; pulling nervously at the ends.

“That devious, two-faced buffoon” Loki muttered bitterly, concerned eyes darting back to your face. “I told him that in confidence.” You looked up at him incredulously. “Well, he told you about Steve in confidence.” “That’s different,” he snipped, noting the immediate rise of your eyebrow. “It’s you.” he finished, glancing to the floor as he felt his cheeks begin to flush. “Loki…” he heard you begin softly, curling a rogue strand of hair behind his ear. He couldn’t look. “Loki,” you repeated, firmer this time. Your forefinger nudged beneath his chin, tilting his face up. He wondered if he looked as wilted as he felt. From the look in your eyes, he suspected he did.

“I understand,” he heard himself say. It was petulant. It was cold and detached in a way that scared him. The warm hit of your lips meeting his unexpectedly made his knees buckle, hands bracing against the counter-top. Your palms slid up his chest, over the tensed ropes of shoulder muscle, over the curve of his neck. Everything was in that kiss. The heat, the longing, the need. “Loki,” you breathed softly into his open mouth. “Mmm,” he mewled, eyes closed. “I love that you feel that way, I’m just…I’m scared that-” Loki opened his eyes. He saw a swirl of tears threatening the beautiful hues of your irises. There would be no tears of sadness this Christmas, he had decided. Not on his account. “Afraid, of things that may change?” he probed quietly. You nodded.

Loki sighed, cupping your jaw. He ran a thumb back and forth across your lips, moist from the kiss. “Change be not always a harbinger of doom, I hope the last few months have reassured you of that.” You nodded again. “I know that it's different now, it just...took me by surprise. I hadn’t expected...I just-not yet...” you trailed off. Loki smiled softly. The way your body was pressed against him, as close as you could be. The way your fingers gripped and grasped against each dip of muscle it encountered as though he would turn to dust if you did not.

Loki realised in that moment that if this scenario had occurred years before, he would have been insulted. He would have been childish. Enraged, perhaps, at the audacity of the woman he adored doubting him. But now, all he felt was closeness. The bravery of your admission that he felt his soul. That you trusted him again.

Words, he pondered as he placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. What wounds have I inflicted on this woman with words.

Action must once more be paramount. The words can heal, he realised as he memorised the softness of your skin beneath his lips. But words can wait. “Perhaps we can agree” he began, measuring every syllable with the rise and fall of your chest against his own, “that, should you feel comfortable in doing so...you could, say it first- when it is right for you. When it is right for us.”

His voice was deep and melodic, a rumbling lullaby of devotion he willed would still your thundering heart. He hoped you could feel the love simmering in those words. He had never hoped anything more. You tilted your head into the curve of his neck, kissing the exposed skin. “-and be safe in the knowledge the sentiment will be returned, when you are ready” he added quietly.

Your hands slipped once more around his hips, pulling him tightly against you with your head buried in his neck. Loki held you like that, letting the waft perfume from your hair fill his nostrils.

I love you, he mouthed silently.

The soundless click of his tongue over mute syllables wound its way through strands of your hair.

He felt your fingers begin toying with the waistband of his trousers. A smile twitched the corner of his mouth. “Darling,” he purred as your head left his shoulder. You tilted your face to meet his gaze, alight with the comfortable joy he knew so well.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered. A smile had spread across your face that made Loki’s heart burst. The first button on his chinos popped. “Well, quite-” he smouldered playfully. Loki felt his hips rock upwards into your waiting palm, a low groan bubbling in his throat while you stroked the arousal growing beneath cotton. “You fixed the secret Santa, didn’t you?” you coaxed. Changing the subject, Loki noticed. But he let it pass. It was hardly a question.

Loki rolled his lips, pondering. “I may have ensured that my brother and Rogers drew each others names, yes.” He let out another moan as you squeezed the thick root of his cock through the chinos. “Good boy,” you hummed. It sent a shudder of need up his spine.

“How long have you been planning this?” you said, beginning to walk backwards with Loki’s sweater firmly in your grip. He chuckled, curls tapping against his jaw. “A while,” Loki smouldered. “Seeds that I have planted have sprouted most elegantly. Although there were a few pieces of the puzzle which remained unclear until the last few days.”

You paused, making the god’s stomach collide with yours. He released an exaggerated ooft.

“Final pieces of the puzzle? Like the fact they actually have feelings for each other?” you giggled. Loki shrugged non-nonchalantly. You were playing. “A minor detail,” he drawled. “Everything needed to be in place, just in case.” Your mouth hung open, stunned into silence. “It’s Christmas,” he added with mock-incredulity – as though it explained everything. “Miraculous things happen at Christmas in this realm, do they not?”

His fingers curled around your shoulders, switching your positions and lowering himself to the sofa. He widened his legs, hips flexing upwards. Fairy lights gleamed and sparked their warmth in a halo, golden spills rolling over your skin as you pulled the jumper you wore over your head. Firelight flickered, casting dancing shadows against the walls.

He would never understand the beauty of you. And perhaps, Loki surmised, he did not have to. It was his fortune to appreciate it, not question it.

A finger twirled in the air, evaporating his clothes in a seasonal golden and scarlet shimmer. Yours followed. Loki’s thighs widened further as you manoeuvred onto his lap, covering his mouth in a hungry kiss. His fingers raked through your hair, hips bucking up as he sought the sweetest harbour his body had ever known.

“Say it again,” he pleaded darkly as you slipped a hand between your bodies, guiding his throbbing cock to your entrance. Twin gasps cut the air as you seated yourself on the thick tip, slow motions rocking down into shallow moans. “Good boy,” you murmured lovingly in his ear.

Loki let his head fall back against the cushions, fingertips sinking into the soft rounds of your ass as he bottomed out. He let you work against his body, feeling your pleasure spill and slip against the taut veins of his cock. Every little gasp, every breathy groan of his name. Your god. Each slow roll of your hips met the gentle buck from a clench of his ass. Your god. He was yours, completely.

You knew that now for certain. He was sure of it. And all the while, a few floors below, his brother was wrapping a gift for Steve Rogers.

As the final strip of crinkled sellotape was placed firmly against the paper, and as the ribbon he had smuggled from the common room garland was retied- one might have been forgiven for thinking a green light glowed within it; leaking from loose edges.

Thor had frowned, doing a double take.

The package seemed to tingle in his hold. The blonde put the strange feeling down to nerves.

But as his younger brother lost himself in pleasure, spilling his seed and his devotion within the arms of his beloved; the gift had been made whole in Thor’s oblivious hands.

A gift that would change everything.

Continued in Comfort and Joy (Final)

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Daddy’s Home (Steve Rogers Drabble)

Pairing: Caregiver!Steve Roger x Age Regressor!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of stress, age regression, the use of the word “Daddy” (non-sexual usage)

Word Count: 547

Summary: Steve has a long day at work and his best girl knows exactly what to do to make it all better  :)

Author’s Note: This is a sfw age regression fic. Please DNI if you sexualize age regression. It is a coping mechanism. This is a comfort fic. 

After a long day at the office, Steve trudged wearily towards his apartment, the weight of his responsibilities as both an Avenger and a leader pressing down on him like a heavy cloak. Each step felt like a struggle, his mind consumed with thoughts of mission reports and training sessions that seemed to stretch on endlessly. Every ounce of his expansive muscle mass wound tight. All he wanted was to get home to his best gal. 

As he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor, Steve felt the exhaustion seeping into his bones, his eyelids heavy with fatigue. Leaning against the wall, he let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the brief respite from the chaos of the day. For a moment, he allowed himself to drift, the image of a warm bath and a cozy blanket beckoning to him like a beacon of comfort in the midst of his exhaustion.

But his moment of peace was rudely interrupted by the loud ding of the elevator doors opening. Before he could take a step towards home, a blur of fluffy curls and cable-knit flew at him, filling the cramped space with warmth and sweet giggles. She was swallowed whole by his favorite sweater. A soft chuckle escaped him, Steve found himself enveloped in the embrace of his beloved, her petite frame fitting perfectly against his tired muscles.

Burying his face in her neck, Steve inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of roses and oranges washing over him like a soothing balm. "Baby, I missed you," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he held her close, savoring the feeling of her in his arms. She peppered soft kisses across his gruff face and carded her thin fingers through his long mane. A wistful sigh escaped his lips as her nails gently scraped the nape of his neck. 

As they stumbled into their apartment, Steve's heart swelled at the sight that greeted him: a massive pillow fort, expertly constructed and adorned with twinkling fairy lights and their favorite Disney movie ready to play. His exhaustion melted away at the sight of the care and creativity his babygirl had poured into the surprise. Confusion danced across his feature. How on Earth did such a tiny woman get their Alaskan king from the bedroom to the living room. 

She had been staring hopefully at his tired weary face, but his look of confusion was mistaken for anger. With a sheepish look about her, she wriggled out of his embrace, her eyes shining with tears. 

“Daddy, please don’ be mad. Fri said you needed snuggles n sleeps. I made dis jus for you.” she pleaded mournfully to him. Steve's heart ached at the sight of her tears, his love for her swelling with each passing moment. He smoothed them away with a calloused thumb. Pulling her close, Steve showered her with kisses, his laughter mingling with hers as they sank into the comfort of their makeshift castle, the troubles of the day fading into the background as he curled around her petite frame. 

“Oh sweet girl. How could I be mad? This is exactly what I need.” he cooed with a soft chuckle. He rubbed his beard against her soft cheeks and she shrieked out a laugh. 

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The Brave, the Bold, The Dirty - Fanfics that I adore

Volume 5

All fanfics on this list are for readers age 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they're there so you know what's in them. Read at your own risk.

Room 1918 by @megamindsecretlair (Nomad Steve Rogers x Black female plus size reader)

Sweet Treat - Part Two by @mrsmando (Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x plus size female reader) Follow up to 'Sweet Treat - part one.'

La Petit Mort @boliv-jenta (Joel Miller x reader and Dave York x reader) Dark Fic

Misfire @qveerthe0ry (Dieter Bravo x GN reader)

Fluffer by @proxima-writes (Dieter Bravo x PA female writer)

Hey Good Lookin’ - part one and Hey Good Lookin’ - part two by @gwendibleywrites (Chubby shy Frankie Morales x plus size reader)

Lemonade Sparkles by @frenchiereading (Frankie Morales x female reader)

Watta Man - A Marcus Pike Story by @atinylittlepain (Marcus Pike x female reader)

O’ Christmas Tree by @covetyou (Dieter Bravo x GN reader)

Lingerie by @604to647 (Din Djarin - modern AU x female reader)

Once in a Blue Moon by @whatsnewalycat (Dieter Bravo x female reader)

Hold Harder by @sin-djarin (Tim Rockford x female reader)

Christmas Indulgence by @movievillainess721 (Jack Daniels x plus size female reader)

Cowboy Hat Joel x Reader (an ask) by @theywhowriteandknowthings (Joel Miller x female reader)

Oh, The Wildflowers by @adora-but-ginger (Joel Miller x GN reader)

A Nanny for Christmas by @absurdthirst (Dave York x plus size female reader)

Baker Wonderland by @integra1127grimmreaper (Javier Guterrez x plus size female reader)

Consummating the Riduurok @beskarandblasters (Din Djarin x female reader)

Consent by @fuckyeahdindjarin (Dieter Bravo x female reader)

White Christmas by @absurdthirst (Joel Miller x female reader)

Symphony by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x Jersey - OFC)

What the Heart Wants by @artemiseamoon (Pero Tovar x female reader)

Javier Peña & His Sweetheart (Chubby Peña) by @beefrobeefcal (Chubby Javier Peña x female reader)

Please check out everyone's listed fics and master lists! Don't forget to reblog and comment, writers love interactions. 🥰

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Heart’s Munition

Chapter 3

Pairing: mob boss!steve rogers x maid single mom!reader

Word count: 3.2 k

Warnings: implied smut, sick child, vomiting but not graphic, asshole steve

Series masterlist

Ch 2.

“This is where we keep the cleaning supplies for the first floor. If you go up the stairs and to the left you’ll find the same set up on the second and third floor. That way we don’t have to carry anything up and down the stairs.” You explained to the new maid, Lily.

She was cute which worried you. But until now you hadn’t seen the petite blonde do anything out of line. You had hopes that she would be around for a while.

“Let me show you around the areas that you’ll be responsible for. Although most of them we can switch around there are some that are solely my responsibility. Like the boss’ bedroom and his office. If anyone on his team says it’s off limits then it’s off limits. It’s best to listen to them and keep your head down.”

“Wow, if I go somewhere I’m not supposed to, am I fired? I mean if I didn’t know I couldn’t go in there?” She asks, concerned.

“Coulson would most likely talk to you about it first. Unless it’s one of the private areas. But I’ll show you those as we go along.” You say as you get closer to Steve’s office. “This is the boss’ office. Never just walk in there, always knock and wait until you’ve been allowed in.” You point at three more doors. “That’s the library, that is a movie room and this is the other bathroom.”

“Hey doll, I thought I heard you out here. What’s going on?”

“I’m just showing Lily around the house. She is the newest member of the house staff. Lily, this is James Barnes, he’s friends with our boss and his right hand.”

“Pleasure to meet you Lily.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” She smiled sweetly up at him.

“Can I talk to you for a second, Doll? Privately.”

You follow Bucky to the end of the hallway as you have a whispered conversation about keeping Lily as far away from Steve as possible. Only it was too late because he opened the door to find her just standing there. You mutter a curse before walking back to Lily while he introduces himself.

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you, I’m Lily. Thank you for this opportunity, I promise I’ll work very hard.” She beams.

Things had been tense since you confronted him about Peter following a few days ago. Since then he’s been distant and if you walked into a room he was in he’d either stop talking until you left or he would walk out. There was something else going on, you were sure of it, but his attitude towards you was irritating.

Steve looks up and catches your eye for a moment. The second you notice his attention on you, you mouth ‘please don’t.’ Which makes him smirk before looking back down at the new maid. His demeanor changed completely and you crossed your arms before looking back at Bucky. He gives you a tight lipped smile in return. Steve flirts a bit with Lily before you stop the interaction from going further.

“Alright, well we have a very busy day ahead of us, so if you’ll excuse us.” You put a hand around Lily to usher her out of the hall.

“I was just getting to know my new employee. I’m sure you can make time so that I can get to know her better.”

“Then have someone follow her.” You whisper yell in his direction when she’s around the corner. His flirty demeanor is gone and again Steve glares at you for a moment before walking back into his office.

Bucky gives you a thumbs up while he chuckles, following Steve.

Who Steve slept with was none of your business, you were very aware of that. But if it affected your job you had to try to stop it. The extra money was good but you needed to be with Elijah too. With that in mind you decided to talk to Lily about it. You waited until the end of the day and stopped her just outside of the gate.

“Before you leave for the night I need to ask for a favor.”

“Anything.” Lily says with a smile.

“I’ve been here a while and I know the boss enough to know when he’s flirting.”

Her cheeks turned red at your words and she had a small smile on her lips.

“Just please read your employment agreement again and don’t sleep with him.”

Her smile dropped as concern took over her features. “But why would he flirt with me if I would get in trouble?”

“Because he can? Just please remember that.”

“Ok, thank you for the heads up, I wouldn’t want to lose this job. Have a good night.”

“Good night.” You said as you both parted ways.

A few minutes after starting your walk a car slowed down beside you. Your heart slammed against your chest until the window came down and Peter called your name.

“Do you want a ride? I’m heading in that direction anyways.”

You rush to the passengers side and get in, a little sigh of relief escapes you.

“Thank you, my feet are killing me.”

“Don’t mention it.” Peter smiles and starts driving. You rest your head against the window and watch as the world passes by.

****

“Y/N.” You feel a light shake. “Y/N, wake up we’re here.” You open your eyes and look around. Sure enough you’re in your neighborhood.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Don’t worry about it. You work hard and it’s better that it happened here and not on public transport.” He assures you. “Would it be ok if I came in and said hi?”

“Of course, Eli would be happy to see you.”

Peter looks around until he finds an empty parking spot. You walk ahead of him and lead him up all the way to your apartment where Mrs. Fields was making dinner.

“You’re home early, dear.”

“Peter gave me a ride today.” You motion behind you and the older woman smiles at him. “How is he doing?”

“He was able to keep some food down and he’s watching a show in his room.”

“Good. That’s really good.” You say as you rush to Eli’s room. With a knock on the door you poke your head in to find him sitting up on his bed. “Hi baby, how are you feeling?”

“I’m ok. I missed you.”

“Oh baby I missed you too.” You say as you bring him in for a hug. He still looked weak but after a few days of barely eating and being sick it was expected. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“Someone is here to see you.”

“Is it uncle Peter?” Eli perks up at the possibility.

“It is.” Peter says from the door. “Hey little man, how are you feeling?”

“Better. Ma can I play some games with uncle Peter?”

“Of course sweetheart. I’m going to go shower really quickly.” You excuse yourself and take a few minutes to yourself in the shower.

Once you’re done and out of the bathroom you head to the kitchen. Mrs. Fields was putting the finishing touches on dinner. After dinner Peter leaves and Mrs. Fields leaves with him. Now it’s just you and Elijah. You grab the medicine bottles that he needs to take before bed and a glass of water.

“Mommy I don’t want to take them anymore.” Your son pleads with teary eyes.

“I know baby but they’ll help you feel better.”

You measure out the first medicine and hand Eli the cup. He grimaces at the taste and you hand him the cup of water. Once he’s done you give him the three pills he also has to take. Eli pouts once he’s done but you ignore it.

“How about some dessert for taking all your meds?”

“Ok.”

You get up and serve yourself and Eli a bowl of ice cream. In his room you sit with him in your lap and watch a few episodes of power rangers. He starts to doze off a few minutes into the fourth episode but before you’re able to put him down and tuck him in for the night his eyes snap open and the sick look in his face has you grabbing the bucket you keep by his bed. Elijah empties the contents of his stomach and then lays back down. He immediately starts to cry and you can’t do much other than hold him. After having him brush his teeth you lay Eli back down and read him a bedtime story.

Once you know he’s asleep you clean up the mess and head to the living room where you make up the couch in order to lay down and get some rest of your own. In the dark of night while no one is awake to hear it you cry for your son. You cry in fear that you might lose him and that doctors don’t know what’s wrong with him. You’ve never felt as powerless as you do at this moment because your baby’s life is slipping through your fingers and there’s nothing you can do about it.

The following few days are the same. You get to work, you show Lily around and Peter drives you home. At home you have dinner and before bed Elijah is sick again. You’ve barely slept because you’re constantly going into his room to make sure he’s still breathing. In short you’re exhausted.

The only thing that was going well was work. Well it was going well until you walked by one of the guest rooms and heard two people going at it. A sinking feeling hits you square in the chest and you stop what you were going to do and search the house only to find your suspicions confirmed. Lily was nowhere to be seen and neither was Steve.

At some point Bucky and Sam walk in to start their work for the day. It was a perfect storm really because just then Lily walks down the stairs to be met with everyone’s prying eyes. Her clothes were disheveled, cheeks were flushed, lips were slightly swollen and her hair was a mess. Bucky shakes his head in disapproval and looks your way. You only manage to shrug but really you wanted to cry. Not because Steve was sleeping with someone but because you were running on fumes. Having someone else to share the workload was the relief you needed.

“You were right, I don’t know why I didn’t listen.” She says to you before walking away.

Just as she steps out of the living room Steve walks down the stairs. A huge smile adorns his face and he even winks at you. You ignore him and turn on your heel and head to the kitchen.

“Really? That’s a new record, three whole days before seducing an employee.”

“Couldn’t help myself, she’s so cute.”

Steve had a smirk on his face that disappeared the moment both Sam and Bucky shot him disapproving looks. They headed toward Steve’s office without a second glance and left him wondering if he had fucked up.

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About an hour later Steve is knocking on Coulson’s door after having his calls ignored. Without waiting for an answer Steve opens the door to find you wiping away tears and Coulson handing you a tissue.

“Just go home for the day. We can manage.” Phil says before looking up at Steve. The same disapproving look is in Phil’s eyes.

“No, I can’t.”

“You can and you will. You have paid vacation days. As a matter of fact I won’t even count them as vacation days. These are extra days.”

“But…” you wanted to argue that you needed them in case of an emergency.

“I’m not going to hear any of it. Go, I’ll have Parker take you home. Come back on Monday well rested.”

“Fine.”

At that moment Steve realized how tired you truly looked. The guilt settled over him quickly, it was never his intention to have you be overworked because of him. You get up and walk out of the office only offering Steve an angry look.

“What was that about?”

“She’s tired and upset because her boss keeps making her job harder than it needs to be. She’s been without help in her duties for weeks.”

“It can’t just be that.”

“You’re right. It’s not just that. There are other things going on in her personal life that add stress but you…” Coulson struggles to find the words he wants to use. “Keep fucking up.” He spits out.

“If you haven’t noticed this is my home. I do what I want and whoever I want. I’m under enough stress myself, I don’t need you or the maid to judge me for how I decide to relieve that stress.”

“Yes, but unlike you Y/N didn’t choose the life she has. It was handed to her and she tries her best. So why don’t you try to keep it in your pants or at least don’t sleep with the house staff.”

Steve is taken aback by his employee’s attitude. Coulson has never been one to talk back in this manner.

“Hey, is everything ok with Y/N? It seems like she was crying.” Bucky had stopped at the door to Coulson’s office.

“Why don’t you ask your friend? He’s the one making her cry.”

“Steve what did you do now?”

“I did nothing. And since when are Parker and Y/N friends?” Steve crosses his arms over his chest.

“Since you had him follow her a few weeks ago.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Bucky is taken aback by the revelation. “What has gotten into you, punk?”

Steve just rolls his eyes and walks away from the questions. He felt like he was out of the loop on a lot of things. Why was everyone so protective of you? What could be happening in your life that you were so stressed out about? He could fix it all if you would only let him in.

The weekend flew by but you were grateful for it nonetheless. Elijah had a good day which was all you could as for. You spent it cuddled up watching movies, getting some much needed fresh air and playing video games. He beat you a few times but you’d lose a thousand times over if it meant hearing him joke and laugh. You were able to catch up on some sleep as well which you had desperately needed.

Now you are back at work. The morning had been pleasantly uneventful but something was happening. There were extra guards milling about. Murmurs and whispers about someone coming to visit in the afternoon. You couldn’t be bothered with the information.

There were two good things about the day. First Coulson had told you he had an interview for another maid and he felt good about this person. Second, you hadn’t seen Steve all morning. You were still pissed off at him for the stunt he pulled, it’s like he was doing it on purpose just to get under your skin.

“Mia Cara, can you do me a favor?” Dom called out to you from the kitchen.

“Anything, what do you need?”

“Take this into the boss’ office please. He’s in the middle of a meeting so make sure to knock and wait for an answer.”

“Sure thing.” You grab the tray and head toward Steve’s office.

It wasn’t uncommon for Steve to have meetings in his home but there was something off about this. Normally Coulson handled taking anything into Steve’s office but he was busy at the moment. There were guards standing in the hallway, they gave you a hint of a smile as you passed by. At the door you knocked and heard a muffled come in.

Inside Steve was sitting at his desk, Bucky and Sam were sitting on the couch and someone you didn’t know was sitting opposite of Steve. You silently moved to serve the drinks you had on the tray. Setting it down on the edge of Steve’s desk you have your back to the stranger. You offer Steve his drink first and the. You turn around to give the man with the mustache his. Turning your back to him again you move to grab the tray but everything stops suddenly.

“Thanks, sunshine.” The stranger had smacked your ass.

It all happened so fast, you turned on your heel and slapped him hard. Then Steve was on him, hands gripping the other man’s shirt as Steve dragged him up from the chair and got in his face. Sam pulled you away from them while Bucky tried to separate Steve from his guest.

“Don’t you ever put your fucking hands on her again, Hansen.” Steve was red in the face. His handsome features twisted by rage into someone you didn’t know.

Was this why he was so feared?

“Oh come on, Rogers. She knows I was just kidding, right pumpkin?”

“You touch me again and I’ll cut your hands off you prick.” You snap back but it only made his grin wider.

“Oh she’s feisty. I can see why you have her around. That attitude and that ass?” Hansen groans as he imagines who knows what in that sick head of his. “Bet she’s all kinds of fun when she isn’t wound up so tight.”

Steve pulls back and connects his fist to Hansen’s face. That’s the last thing you saw before Sam pulled you out of the room. He motioned for the guards to go in there and help while he took you to the kitchen.

“What the hell happened?” Dom asked as he took in your bewildered expression.

“Hansen was inappropriate toward Y/N and you know how he feels about it.”

“Inappropriate how?”

“He smacked my ass as a thank you for handing him his drink. I slapped him back. Now Steve is handling it.”

“It’s the least he could do.” Dom said before he started muttering in Italian.

There’s a commotion in the living room and Hansen promptly walks out of the house. He caught a glimpse of you though and winked in your direction. Bucky was at the end of the line of guards and informed you that Steve wanted to see you.

****

“You wanted to see me?” You ask from the open door.

“Yeah, come in. Close the door.”

You did as he asked but leaned against the door.

“I wanted to apologize.”

“For what? You weren’t the one that grabbed my ass.”

“I never wanted you to see that…” he waves his hand in the air vaguely as you walk closer to him. “I don’t want you to be scared of me. I would never do anything to hurt you, you know that right? The other day with Lily, I’m sorry about that too.

You nod but don’t say anything. Instead you focus on his hand. His knuckles were bloody and instinctively you take it to inspect for any injuries of his own.

The gesture seemed too intimate for Steve. He had wanted you close but not like this. Not in a way where you could see his weak points. Somehow you were turning into one of them.

“It doesn’t hurt does it?” You looked up at him through your lashes.

“No, nothing I haven’t done before.”

“Thank you.” You say as Steve turns in his hand to hold yours this time.

“For what?”

“Defending me.”

Steve brings your hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss, a huge contrast to his attitude earlier.

“I’d do anything for you.”

You didn’t know it now, but in the near future he would prove to you just how much he meant it.

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adopting a pet with the avengers!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 911

request: yes / no

original request: hello good fellow. can you do a headcanon set on adopting a pet with the avengers? thanks

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: mainly tony stark, scott lang, reader, peter parker, harley keener, miles morales, and bruce banner!

a/n: bucky + alpine = fave duo ever. OK maybe natasha & liho too. and clint and lucky. there are so many good pets already in marvel (usually just comics tho smh) so i had some stuff to go off of. THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST i loved writing it <3

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you had been BEGGING tony to let you get another pet

bc a few of them already lived at the tower

lucky, liho, and alpine

but you wanted a dog.

not just any dog

specifically a puppy 

and miles, peter & harley were on ur side

especially harley bc he rly wanted a dog

so one day when tony got rly tired of y’all asking him, he came up with an idea

“tell you what. how about you kids make a petition. if you can get a decent amount of signatures, i’ll consider getting you a puppy.”

and that was good with u!!

i mean u were all taking government class at midtown so this was gonna be easy

the first person you went to was scott

bc he’s scott, he wasn’t gonna have an issue with a puppy right

right?????

but when you asked him, he seemed kind of sad for some reason.

and when you asked him why?

“well, it’s just… i don’t want my ants to feel left out.”

“scott, i don’t think they would feel left out. you love those things more than anything!”

“yeah.. you’re right. ant-onio banderas won’t be mad right? or ant-ibacterial? oh, hopefully if they’re mad, it won’t be permen-ANT!!!”

you got the signature and left asap because once scott says one pun he takes like hours to figure out another

love him though

so next you went to clint

and he was more than happy to sign!!

bc ofc lucky would love a little friend

and natasha was there too

she was a little more hesitant bc liho is rly sweet but kinda skittish

but you convinced her because you told her how cute it would be if they loved each other & like you could get the cute stock photos of a dog & a cat together or something

thor was totally on board

because he’s thor ofc

and thor loves puppies

“y/n, this is so exciting! i remember when i got my first pet!! well, it turned out to be loki in disguise. it was still very exciting, though!!”

oh btw miles and peter signed 

they were ur first signatures!!!!!!

next up was sam, bucky, and steve

and you and harley decided you needed a little extra push to convince them

so you made a powerpoint presentation. 

and it was awesome

like you may have used every single available transition

twice

maybe three times each

like i said it was awesome

maybe a little excessive

but awesome!!!

steve kept making you go back a slide because he was taking notes

TAKING NOTES

what a nerd, am i right???

jk we love steve rogers in this house

anyways then they deliberated

and they made you and harley go stand outside the room

it literally felt like shark tank you guys

well not the standing outside while they decide but still

but they signed it yippee!!!!

bruce and wanda signed quickly too

especially bruce was really excited

i feel like he would totally be a dog person 

like he prob had a puppy when he was young that he really loved

you even went over to the sanctum sanctorum to get stephen and wong to sign it!!!

and they did!!!

well wong did

and then he forged strange’s signature for you

wong supremacy fr

you were on a roll

you got aunt may to sign it. you got phil coulson to sign it (pretend he’s alive oml sry yall) you got maria hill to sign it.

hell, nick fury even signed it!!!!

so you took it back to tony

and he was like 

“woah this is a lot more than i expected”

AND SO HE TOOK YOU TO GET A PUPPY!!

and y’all

you and peter, harley, and miles found the cutest one

a little german shepard 

w like the floppy ears & stuff?

oml he was so cute

tony kept saying his named was tony jr

but you told him no

but he kept saying it

ok, live in ur fantasy world ig stark!!!!

jk love him

anyways you named him max!!!

bc yes!!!!

and you took him back to the tower

thor was really excited and max like totally loved him from the start fr

any time he liked ripped up the furniture or smth thor would just hold him with one hand and take him around

but he was happy so he was like wagging his tail and stuff

sam and bucky looked like they didn’t like the dog at first

but then alpine was like obsessed with it and so bucky had to like him

and max kept sitting on sam and licking him

and he was like “omg stop”

but he was laughing so you knew you were good

tony and bruce even built a little spot for max in the lab

and a bunch of like cool toys for him

max was the perfect dog for y’all bc like he loved everyone and everyone loved him

every night he slept in a new room & he loved to play 

he ran with y’all too when you had to run so it was way more fun

suddenly dr strange was over at the tower a lot more…

he’s such a softie

and scott loved him too they were best friends

tony was just proud of himself for “teaching you to be good citizens”

HAHAHA

dw y’all he loved the dog too

just trust that max is the most spoiled dog EVER!!

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[runa-falls]

Sharing is caring" was great. I'm sorry to hear that there won't be a new episode, but it's your choice. So can you load the drabbles?

i think i deleted it??? i'll just paste it here!

the cookies

a sharing is caring one-shot

pairing: stepdad!ari levinson x reader (mentioned neighbor!steve rogers x reader)

rated: angst

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ari's been watching you skip over to the neighbor's house all week, baked goods always in hand to convince your mother of your innocent intentions. and of course, ever the working woman, she never truly gets to see you when you return.

but he does.

the most recent trend is the hickies painted over the length of your neck, teasingly dipping below the collar of your shirt. how far down they go is left to his imagination as you walk in all shy smiles and wrinkled skirts.

it isn't until your third excursion that he notices how the tupperware of cookies always returns with you--completely untouched. and every day, he watches you openly carry the full container under your arm as you climb up the stairs, never once acknowledging his presence. 

you were playing a game, and luckily for him, you never disclosed any rules. 

he hastily sneaks into your room when he hears you in the shower, eyes immediately locking on the object of interest. the box taunts him from the top of your wardrobe. he can tell you intentionally placed it there, ready to go when you decide to see him again. 

he silently walks up to baked goods, a mantra running through his mind: no cookies? no rogers. cookieless? steveless. no bread? no bed. 

ari grabs the box from its place before he can talk himself out of it. it’s pathetic how pleased he is with himself, childishly gripping the plastic container to his chest as he walks to his room. he lets out a breath as he sits down on his bed, steadily placing the box on his lap. you’d surely notice its absence as soon as you return, so he has to do this fast. 

he rips open the top, ready to throw the treats in the trash before you can stop him, but before he could do anything, his movements stutter as he notices what's inside. 

the cookies are...fake. they are plastic, inedible, disks, fit for a child’s make-believe bakery. ari shakes around the pile of plastic disks in disbelief, getting a good look at how many phony treats you’ve collected. he notices a cookie that doesn’t look like the rest. its smooth rubber surface keeps it in place at the bottom of the tub.

he can’t help the amused smile that quirks at the corners of his mouth as he picks up the thick cookie. it’s heavier than it looks and thicker than the rest of the pile. he looks closer, noticing that a few of the melted chocolate chips serve as buttons, lined up perfectly for petite hands to handle. an experimental click of the leftmost chip causes the disk to buzz against the palm of his hand, immediately confirming his suspicions.

so the dozen other cookies are simply there to hide the real treat: a cookie vibrator. wow. he never knew how methodical you could be. 

he’s almost proud of you for pulling off a stunt like this. almost. but the pile of cookies taunts him from the box, reminding him of their purpose. they're just another way for you to avoid him, to send you further away from him, to give yourself to a new man.

ari carelessly pours the contents into his bedside drawer, satisfied by the sounds of the plastic hitting wood. if he can make it harder for you to see him, or keep you from doing one more thing with him, he’ll do it. this is the first step to getting you back: eliminating the competition.

he picks up the ‘special’ cookie with a sneer, thinking of all the times he stood by as you took hours to graciously deliver "cookies" to the neighbor, completely oblivious to what fills your little cookie jar.

“Ari!” the door flings open, revealing your figure, dressed in a robe, still dripping from the shower. your face is flushed, either from the steamy bathroom or the clear irritation in your voice. your presence ceases his actions as he’s caught red-handed. your eyes skip over him, going straight to the open drawer full of plastic treats. “what the fuck! you can’t just take my stuff from my room!” 

“I was, uh,” he quickly slips the cookie in his pants before you can see it, “hungry?” you just huff out an annoyed sigh before snatching your trusty tupperware container out of his grip. you don’t have time for this. as you start taking handfuls of cookies from the drawer, you silently remind yourself to text steve, knowing you’ll be late for your usual 4:00 meeting time. 

you hear ari clear his throat, demanding your attention, something he used to do when you were together. you cringe at the reminder of how you used to be at his beck and call. you pretend like you don’t notice, reaching to the back of the nightstand and finding a few outliers hiding in the shadows. 

but he wouldn’t stop, stubbornly waiting for you to react to him. finally, you turn around to look at ari when he clears his throat a third time, mentally preparing yourself for the conversation that follows. your arms fold against your chest as you face him.

he’s sitting at the edge of his bed, arms propped up behind him as he shamelessly takes in your bruised neck, water droplets guiding his burning gaze to the new additions that decorate the tops of tits. you pull at your robe to cover yourself up better, uncomfortable by his pissed-off expression.

“do you ask him to do that?” he nods at your neck, as if he could be referring to anything else, “so you can flaunt it in front of me?” 

“oh my god.” you breathe out, shaking your head in disbelief. he truly thinks that he’s the victim here. 

“why are you doing this, honey? to get back at me? to make me jealous?” 

you pointedly refuse to answer him, turning back to aggressively fill the container, entirely focused on packing up quickly so you can get away from him as soon as possible. you discreetly shuffle around the magazines and watches that remain in the drawer in search of the object that's currently shoved in his pants.

"wait, where-" your wrist is halted from searching any further, warm fingers wrapped firmly around you. 

“hey. don’t ignore me.” you give him a cold glare as you pull your arm from his grip. he lets go, simply satisfied to just have your attention. “baby, why are you doing this?” 

“i don’t know, ari.” you roll your eyes, trying to act as unbothered as possible. “steve treats me like a princess.” his nose scrunches up at the man’s name. “and he fucks me like one too.” you add, feeling bolder when you see his face drop. 

“you don’t have to do this, sweetheart.” he sighs, almost sounding like he’s disappointed in you. that tips you off the edge.

“then why the fuck did you?” you spit back. his head snaps up at your sudden aggression. “to get back at me for not fucking you that one time? to make me jealous?” you curse at yourself as your voice cracks, dropping your mask of anger as hot tears spill from your eyes. “or did you just want to see me cry? hm?” 

his lips part, wincing at your heart clenching sobs, craving pull you into his arms and comfort you, tell you that he loves you and can’t bear to be without you. but he stays in place, knowing that would only make things worse. he doesn’t know what to say. 

“fucking say something!” you throw the uncovered container at his chest, ignoring the way the cookies scatter across the bed and fall to the floor. he can only whisper out your name, knowing there are no excuses for what he did to you. what he’s doing to you. he sees your chest stutter out a few shaky breaths in response. you use your sleeve to wipe trails of tears off your cheeks before backing away from him.

“please, just–leave me the fuck alone.” he helplessly watches you walk out of the room, carelessly leaving your cookies behind

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2023 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

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Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

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Brooklyn Baby. (๑>◡<๑)

a dbf! bucky x afab! reader.

word count : 3130

honestly everything is the same but Bucky is like healed happy and he more like amazing soldier then winter solder lol and jazz thanos didn’t happen causes it’s not marvel it’s more like real army idk with Tony still bring a billionaire + vision being ‘normal’ like wandavison and wanda acting like that aswell :)

cw: y/n is down so bad, cocky!bucky, slightly toxic! bucky not at first, age gaps (y/n is 21 while bucky is 38), cursing, smut. jealously, secret relationship. mentions of skin tone doesn’t exist here. daddy issues, slight mommy issues idk characters pick up the reader theyre all STRONG ass men so dont think the reader is supposed to be petite or anything!! ALSO there’s mention of recent readers 21 birthday ok I’m a june 3 gemini so… idk… ur birthday but it’s technically going to be hot in the fanfic so summer but I won’t say birthdates

Your mother had you at 17 leading to your father going into the military at 18 leaving you and your mother, fighting for his country meeting friends turning into family including bucky

i've always thought when someone watches someone growup then bangs them is kinda sooooo odd.. so bucky was never really around the reader when she was a kid he was on duty and when he was around the reader was way to nervous to even be downstairs when he was there so its not like that!!!!!!

music i listened to while writing. some song fit ill tell u to play them

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“Now landing in New York! enjoy your holiday or welcome home!” The flight attendant says waking you up. You stood gain the feeling back in your legs, got your suitcase from above you wait for the people in front of you to get their items.

Your phone finally gained service flooding in texts from your roommate asking if you got on the flight safe. a bit from your mother telling you to make your dad get you things and more family telling you to have fun and say hi to your father for them. after reading most you finally got to your father's texts telling you his friends were coming to the airport to get you and to be “nice to them”

Just great. You loved your dads' friends the only thing was you had a crush on about every one of them realizing how attractive they are when you hit puberty making you shy around them leading to them thinking you dislike them. It had been 8 years since you left to California to live with your mother for school/the social life (Californian here!) Visiting during summers, Christmas, Thanksgivings and or your father's birthday. After 18 you choose spending summers and most holidays with your father and mother sometimes coming with.

Your fathers' main friends. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, San Wilson, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James Rhodes. James “Bucky” Barnes, & Scott Lang. Your father had a lot of friends from all over and They were all handsome, but Bucky was breathtaking. You hadn’t seen him in 8 years well you seen him but hadn't even had a full convo you would avoid him like the plague being so embarrassed of the things you talked about with your friends when they pointed him out in family vacation photos.

You finally fully got off the plane moving quicky not wanting to be late and make them wait outside as you arrive outside blinded by the brightness of the sun as you wait for your eyes to adjust. As you finally get the hang of the brightness you hear some walking fast behind you “NO WAY SAME AIRPORT!?” Scott says as he walks over holding cassies hand as she waves aggressively with her other hand you smile wide knowing Scott lived above you in California , San Francisco. So it made sense landing in the same airport.

A car horn makes you all look over quickly seeing an Chrysler 300 with a metal arm out the window meeting the glasses of a guy smirking at you and before you could react someone busts open the back door making your face light up realizing who it was.

“DOUNTTTTT!!!!!” Clint screamed getting looks from other people there as you ran to him aswell

“HAWKEYE!!!” Clint had earned the name hawkeye when he had been the only one approved to use a bow and arrow with guns on the field and according to your dad he moved and had the eyes of a hawk giving him the nickname “Hawkeye” which you loved as a child still using now when he called to check on you helping you during fails and letting you stay with his family during fights with your mom.

"Geez you look all different kid had to make sure it was you." Clint says as he hugged you tightly giving you a kiss on the forehead while taking your suitcase in the other arm.

"Is that really you superstar you got taller or is something else different?" A kind smile meets your eyes as Sam reaches over the driver's seat "Well, I'm 21 now! last time you seen me I was like what 17?" Clint nods his head as he puts your suitcase in the back of the car.

“WHATS UP TINY” Sam says as he gets out the car to run and hug Cassie earning a giggle from Cassie as he lifts her up “oh you brought your father” sam jokes as he puts her down “Yeah ok Sam it’s great to see you to” Scott laughs as he hugs him and Clint

"Hello ladybug" Bucky says removing his glasses. he called you ladybug when he came home from duty to you welcoming him home with your dad in a ladybug outfit and when you dyed your hair red and black and always wore black and white. You liked ladybugs and liked that the few times you spoken; he had called you one.

"James-" he laughed slightly at your formality reminding you that bucky was fine making your stomach fluttery at the eye contact "Almost drove past you bug. You look beautiful you father talks about you like you're still a kid hiding from us on the stairs. But then I seen Scott your a lifesaver Scott " Bucky eyes you making you feel small under his gaze.

"Woah lay off the charm handsome" Scott laughs out loud not causing Bucky to break eye contact just smirk a bit more.

You get in the car begging bucky to drive you home fast He laughs and jokes about how insane Californians are with driving. OfCourse the two in the car start agreeing and shit talking Californians. You laugh seeing as you were literally in NEW YORK and so were they. and in an argument between the worst driving between New York and Cali? New York takes the cake or at least in your opinion.

you see scott putting his stuff in the back and you asking if Scott and Cassie were getting a ride then you got confirmation that Scott was invited by your father and you would be going to the same place!

the car ride was a bit quiet besides humming from you or clint. Many questions from Cassie before she passed out knocked out after 5 minutes. Bucky did ask about school, housing, and asked how your mom was doing. You answered all happily just happy to talk to anyone other then your roommate or your mom. Sam starts to ask the ‘good’ questions asking if you had had a drink yet since you had (recently) turned 21 extremely quietly looking over at Cassie You answered half ass knowing you truthfully had only had a few cocktails and maybe a beer while at a party only enough to get tipsy nothing getting you drunk.

You Start to pull up to the house watching your father standing outside with Tony talking about something noticing us pulling in.

“OH YOUR HOME” you father says LOUDLY gaining a very blank stare from Tony covering his ear rolling his eyes. He parks and you run out to hug your father being too broke to see him but not wanting to ask others to pay for a ticket you hugged him for a while before tony ask how long it’s been since you had seen each other.

“6 Months. Longest time since I was on duty.” You father answers gaining a frown from you. “College payment. I went broke and tried working overtime but my car-“your father cut you off with another hug reminding you that you’re here now daddy issue go crazy.

It had taken a while to repair the relationship with your father dealing with the damage of what he did and how his cheating broke up your family and how he ‘parented you’ due to his own issues and ‘shell shock’ from the years at service you could recognize he was trying so hard to change and heal.

“not to ruin the moment but I have a surprise or well we have a surprise let’s go inside” you dad says as you watch Clint grab your bag so you start walking in with your dad.

Steve, and Rhodes were talking in the kitchen looking over and noticing you. “Hell kid you sure grew up” Steve walks over giving you a big hug seen as those are common today sorry if you hate hugs Rhodes behind also giving you a hug.

“Ok give me the floor please lady’s and gentlemen. I and Darren have decided to force all of you to go on a family trip with us and before any of you say shit like ‘work’ or ‘kids’ or whatever I will slap you i cleared everything for you guys cause I’m me. But yeah kids are coming with causes it a damn huge lake house” Tony says as he pulls his laptop out to pull up the lake house Information.

“We and I mean WE ALL will be staying at Twin Oaks At The Chapin Estate for the summer because I own that place and it sits there collecting dust. HEY, Clint your kids they will have a room with bunk beds and Scott you okay with Cassie bunking them and Morgan?” Scott said it was perfectly fine with him if It was okay with Cassie who was nodding. Tony continued “it’s me and pepper of course Darren already claimed his room Nat and banner are gonna visit but not stay, Vision, Wanda, their kids and Thor will be staying in a place that they decided to rent like a seven-minute walk away from away from us so that’s cool. So that’s three more rooms any takers?

Everyone was kind of collecting information. You were overjoyed about going out to the lake and the family restaurants in that area. Sam said that he was fine with a couch and really didn’t need a room which a few people without rooms started to agree with.

As everyone started talking about rooms and stays and everything else your mind starts to wander to Bucky and the thought you and him staying in the same place overnight although you did feel a bit silly getting so excited over that. You didn’t even realize he was sitting right in front of you at the table smiling at you making you feel warm you stupidly thought if he could hear your thoughts. You thought about asking your dad to put you both in the same room cringing at the look your father would give you.

“hey ladybug” bucky whispers making you look at him making eye contact for the first time in a bit. “Hm?” You ask trying not to express any nervousness especially not around everyone else and especially not in front of him. “excited? I haven’t been on a trip in forever even if we’re staying in New York that place is expensive knowing Tony” you agreed saying you were excited just nervous about getting bored or homesick he laughed a bit and reminded you he won’t let you get bored locking eye contact feeling his knee slightly hit yours before he his smirk slightly grew.

“Okay final decision. Me and pepper, Clint and Laura, The kids, Darren, y/n, Rhodes, and Steve. And for some reason the rest of you prefer the couches? I dont know but I don’t care it’s figured out. Also shit I told the kids I’m sponsoring that he can bring his friends out to the lake and the pool and the gym and all that they aren’t staying but heads up.”

“Parker?” Darren asks. Tony nodded his head as he closed his computer. Everyone looked happy and it make you happy. Bucky would be using a couch which seemed like something he would do but being honest he’ll probably share a room with Steve falling asleep on the couch in Steve’s room of choice. You were fine with him sneaking in your room though

When the thought came to your head your looked at him right away giggling and squeezing your legs together like a teenager everyone looked at your confused and you father asked what was so funny backed up by bucky wondering as-well you laughed again apologizing and changing the subject saying you would be going shopping to pack for the trip backed up by Scott asking if you would be so kind to pick up a bathing suit for Cassie which you agreed

“Do you even remember where everything is?” Bucky teased. Why was he being so flirty? Were you being delusional?? Were you misinterpreting everything? Was he flirting or just hot and talking .

“yeah. Wanna go with just incase I forgot?” Smoothhhh you thought to yourself begging that no one else will invite themselves attempting to keep his invitation quiet.

“Don’t mind if I do. I have the ugliest swim trunks so I have to get new ones hun” he replied getting up saying he would get his keys

Everyone else said it would be smart to go Home and pack or something all deciding to meet up here again the next morning at 7am to start the drive over seeing as it would take a few hours did my research frfr

about 30 minutes later! (>ω^)

“sooo adult Life? How do you like it? I asked this before but in a car full of people and a kid so is it the same answer?” Bucky asked as walked around the clothing store you laughed knowing you did change your answer cause of the people in the car

“It’s shit. My mom forgets I’m a adult and cussed me out because i went to “way to many parties in one week” and posted “things” when I knew people from church view my story so she took my car which caused me to spend everything on a new one which is why I couldn’t pay to come out here” you could feel the words pouring out of you and Bucky was an amazing listener he followed every word you spoke feeling and reading you emotions and you could tell that made your heart pound.

“Man im sorry kid. Why didn’t you reach out? Dumb question I know it can be hard but your ‘uncle’ is a billionaire he would have happily got you a ticket to visit and your dad missed you like crazy he would have definitely helped.”

you frowned again. “oh no ladybug I didn’t mean like you did something wrong I’m just saying we’re here for you. We care and if you ever need to come out here for anything we will happily help. excuse me I’m not the best with words”

“you’re great. thank you bucky.” you said as you hugged his arm he pulled you away a bit which made you confused but then he gave you a full hug in the middle of the store which made you laugh in embarrassment, but you wouldn’t let him go. He smelt so good and covered so much of you he held on to you so tightly and easy it make you shake.

“Woah you're shaking to hard of a hug. Sorry kid” you held on before he could let go and reassured him that you were fine and just a bit touch starved, he let out an attractive laugh whispering take all the time you need. You could feel the change in your panties as you grew wetter in his hold as he whispered asking If you were alright. Making you hold him tighting nodding you head.

You finally let go shaking embarrassed that you were this into a hug for crying out loud. You locked eye contact he was smirkingly as usual looking down at your basket asking if you got everything you needed you nodded asking if he did Aswell seeing as he had nothing.

“Oh no sweetheart I just wanted a excuse to come with” you genuinely felt like you had a flood in your panties you felt so shameless for getting so wet over that over everything he did or said you nodded and smiled at him walking away before you did something stupid.

While in line Bucky was clearly eyeing your basket. The underwear the bikini THE everything or maybe he was just looking over? Unless he asked “isn't that a bit small?” pointing at the bikini “your daddy isn't gonna like that”

“I don’t care what daddy thinks or says I want the bikini”

for once Bucky looked surprised or well for a few seconds before he had a different look on his face he looked so good like he liked whatever I said I didn’t want to jump to conclusions but you’re sure it had something with saying daddy.

“Move in line y/n” once again whispering in your ear you did once again feeling that pulse in your panties. If he whispered in your ear one more time you were gonna-

“You total is $226.88 cash credit? Debit? Or Apple Pay” The cashier snapped you out of it with that total as you were so confused how you got that much stuff for a 1-and-a-half-month trip. Before you could think Bucky puts his Card in being way to buff for you to cross over and cancel you just stood there saying nonooooooooo i GOT it when you definitely didn’t have it but Bucky did. Tony slipped him a card

He grabbed your bags grabbing your hand aswell leading you out saying let’s go.

“Bucky that was a lot of money.” He ignores you as you both get back into the car as you keep repeating that he didn’t need to and that you needed to look at everything to see if it was even worth it and he still wasnt repling until he did.

“Y/n i GOT it. Please kid don’t worry about me we’re gonna have so much fun and spend a lot of time together if thats alright with you and if you would stop stressing about some money right now we could start having fun right sweetheart? Thank you.” He said calmly just sternly making me sit back into lt seat

“Atta girl thank you” you almost whimpered outloud he was very leading and it made you weak he probably knew so much things you don’t you want him to teach you

“hellllllllo you’re Home ladybug” you look around seeing that youre in your driveway and start to freak out nervous to ask for his number. “Thank you so much. Is there anyway we could talk? Instagram? Number? Email? Sorry that’s silly.“ you were mixing all of your words up again. he nodded and took his phone out handing his phone to you as you put you phone number in you felt his eyes on you.

“Thank you i was going to ask someone for you number but easy if you did First” you GOT nervous at THE idea that he fought of you.

“good night Bucky don’t forget tomorrow” You said as you got your bags and got out the card.

“Oh i wouldn’t miss it for the world ladybug” he said as he watching you making sure you got into the house safely

until next time sweetheart.

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I hope you guys liked this!!! took so long im so sorry plz plz let me know how you guy liked it also Lmk for tag list this is a series.

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avenger bucky x regular reader fic recs

bucky barnes x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut 📱 = social media au

multiparts/series:

the shot heard round the tower - @pellucid-constellations

Part 2: Unwarranted Weakness You just want to know if Bucky has feelings for you. Bucky just wants you to be okay. ❤️😔

flowers bloom - @teamatsumu

soulmate au, Whenever someone is injured, flowers bloom on their soulmate at the area of the wound. She is born with flowers around her entire left shoulder. ❤️

hero for hire - @delicatelyherdreams

Tired of constantly being sat on the sidelines for missions, Bucky Barnes decides that he’s going to do his own hero work and offer his services to the public as a freelance “hero for hire.” He expects to be asked to rescue cats from trees or help little old ladies cross the street, but he doesn’t expect to get tangled up in your life. He definitely doesn’t expect to fall for you either. But, when you’re a hero for hire, you’ve gotta see the mission through ❤️😔

under oath - @ugh-supersoldiers

The people called for justice, the state answered. The trial of State v. Barnes is set to begin, and the odds are most certainly not in favor of the not so beloved ex Winter Soldier. That’s where you come in, the quick, smart, and all too brave lawyer set on defending and saving one Bucky Barnes from legal prosecution. The only problem? He’s not so sure he’s worth saving at all. 😔🔥

little boy blue - @samingtonwilson

Next Parts: Little Bo Peep, Sticks and Stones, A was an Apple Pie steve coaxes bucky to go on one of his classroom visits ❤️

wordpeddler - @heli0s-writes

An online petition for the Avengers to be interviewed turns into a series of misadventures with the so-called wordpeddler. ❤️📱

sure, jan - @buckysmischief

While writing your college history paper on WWII, you decide to tweet your favorite avengers, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, for help. They were also the most qualified. It’s not like they would actually reply, right? ❤️📱

must've been the wind - @pies-writes-and-more

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Bucky helps reader out of an abusive situation 😔

play pretend - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

part 2 you ask bucky to pretend to be your boyfriend in a bar ❤️🔥

cookies, kisses, and such - @stevebabey

part 2: candlelight and cuddles bucky moves in next door to you and you bake him cookies ❤️

sunrise - @wkemeup

After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meetsyou. (Modern AU) parings: bucky x reader (veteran!bucky x librarian!reader) ❤️🔥

uncle buck - @enchantedbarnes

You take your nephew to a Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson Q&A event. The mischievous 8-year-old asks if he can get in line to ask a question. Against your better judgement you agree and let him go up by himself. ❤️

oh no, that's bad - @andyl394

You’re a college student, you’re mad angry, Bucky ruins your paper, that’s not good is it? ❤️📱

bucky's bistro dates - @wonderlandmind4

A Bistro owner is witness to Bucky Barnes bad dates. ❤️

café crema - @wonderlandmind4

The first time was an accident. The second time was coincidence. The third time is just unlucky. The fourth time is getting out of hand and the fifth may or may not be with intent. Otherwise known as The One Where He Spills Her Coffee. ❤️🔥

[sunflowersoldat]

All is Fair in~ in Gambits & Ghosts

Chapter 18: Gambits and Ghosts

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under the pressure?

Series Warning: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Violence and threats. Emotional trauma, Bad language words, mentions of death and physical trauma, stalking.

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: 5.3k

A/N: Still kinda feel like crap, but this chapter is done! Things are about to get messy....

Steve didn’t want to be back here, although the club was closed, and the sunlight painted the warehouse in a new light, he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the current situation. He didn’t like being in the dark, but wasn’t sure Hope would even talk to him, so he sent his men ahead to ensure she didn’t try to run. 

Him and Bucky entered the building, it was empty aside from a few tables, upstairs, the rest of his men were standing guard around a woman sitting at one of the private booths. She was a petite thing, dressed like one of Steve’s own men, white button down rolled so she wouldn’t spill liquor on them, a couple of the top buttons undone, revealing swirling ink on her chest. She twirled a glass of clear liquid in front of her. Only looking up as he approached, she raised a brow, “Mr. Rogers.”

He grinned, nodding towards her glass, “Starting the night early?” Steve wouldn’t judge her if she was, but noon was still kinda early…

She hummed while taking another sip, “Actually it’s just water. I don’t drink liquor, I find that it brings out the… beast in most people.”

Steve sucked his teeth, “That is something we can agree on, but it does take a certain edge off.”

She sighed, leaning back in her seat slightly, fingers playing with the rim of her glass, “Something I can help you with Mr. Rogers?”

Sighing, Steve took off his hat, and pea coat, handing them to one of his men, waving them off. They dispersed in the room, but stayed close enough to step in if they needed to. He took a seat across from her, folding his hands on the table, pursing his lips, “I suppose you can… there was a woman here the other night.”

Steve’s eyes raked the room, Bucky stayed stationed near the door incase of any unwanted visitors, his fedora tipped down, shrouding his eyes in shadow as he watched the room with impassive interest. The afternoon light pouring in did nothing to warm the place.

Steve turned his attention back to Hope, who remained silent, taking a slow drink from her glass, Steve continued, “Should I say there was an assassin here, a female one, she spoke to you at the bar…”

“I speak to a lot of people. Assassins happen to be regulars here… You’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”

A short laugh left his lips, he moved on, “She was a unique assassin, one I am quite fond of…”

Hope quirked a brow, “That so?” she leaned back casually, “Do you get attached to all assassins hired to kill you?“

Steve raked his hand through his hair, biting his tongue, he needed to try and keep a level head.

Hope continued, “Knew you could cheat death, didn't think you could kill her, looks like I was wrong…”

Steve smirked, “So you do know who I’m talking about.”

She picked up her glass taking another sip, “Yeah I do, good customer of mine,” She sent a deadly glare Steve’s way, “it's a shame she’s dead.”

Steve nodded slowly, the things Hope wasn’t saying spoke volumes, compared to what she did. Steve took a deep breath, a tremor starting in his hands as he pulled them out of sight, “Quite a shame…” he paused, tapping his fingers on his thigh,  “I need to know what she asked of you.”

Hope scoffed, rolling her eyes, “That’s confidential.”

“Did she know she was being hunted? Did she seem on edge or aware she was being watched?”

Hope’s eyes narrowed, “No… she seemed like her normal snarky self. Until she saw you and bolted.”

“What did she want from you Pym?”

Hope slammed her glass down, “I don’t know shit, Rogers.”

Steve looked to Scott standing nearby, he nodded once, Scott pulled out a phone, dialing. “You know, I really didn’t want to have to do this…” Steve drawled as Scott walked closer, “Hank, how are you doing buddy?” Steve called to the phone, his eyes never leaving Hope’s.

Muffled cries broke through the silence, Hope’s eyes grew wide, her mouth falling open, she scrambled to speak.

“Shh. Shh. Shh, listen Hope, your father is a nice man, I don’t want to hurt him, but you’ll force my hand.”

Steve’s patience was wearing thin, people wanted to fear him? Good, he would give them something to fear, there were things he wouldn’t tolerate, and touching what was his, touching you, was intolerable. He would get to the bottom of who killed you, and he would make them pay. They called him the ‘Beast of Brooklyn,’ he could show them a beast.

“P-please, don’t hurt him!” A sob broke from Hope’s lips as she reached for the phone. 

Sighing, Steve leaned back in his chair, calmly he asked one more time, “What did the Ace of Spades want from you?”

Swallowing hard, she looked from the phone back to Steve, a murderous glare marring her features, “She just wanted to know who hired her…” she spat.

Steve scowled, slamming his fist on the table, liar, “Bullshit!” he motioned at Scott, who spoke softly into the phone, muffled screams followed.

Hope screamed, tears streaming down her face, “I swear! I. Fucking. Swear! I swear on my life, that’s all she wanted! P-please, let him go, please!” her eyes darted between Steve and Scott.

Steve raised a hand, Scott spoke, then the screaming on the phone stopped, “Did you find out who hired her?”

Hope shook her head violently, “No! There is nothing, nothing tying anyone to the job. No one has any intel on who it is. Whoever they are, they have no intention of getting caught.” She took a shaky breath, “But they are pissed, they hired another Ace to take you.”

Steve nodded, rising from his seat, “Is there anything connecting the death of Carbonell and Carter to The Ace of Spades?”

Hope glared at him from her seat, her brow furrowing slightly, her hands wrapped tightly around her glass, knuckles turning ghostly white, “Aside from the card they planted on Carter’s body? No. As for Carbonell, I haven't heard anything, aside from her brother wanting your head mounted above his fireplace.”

Steve paused as he shrugged on his coat and hat, “How do you know it was planted?”

Hope shrugged, “The Underground talks about jobs… and Peggy Carter wasn't one of them.”

Steve hummed as he walked away, “Your father will be dropped off in an hour…” he stopped at the front door, “Oh and Hope… If I find out you lied or kept information from me. His blood will be on your hands.”

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You paced the gym floor, the information Loki had given the group was a little less than helpful, now you were waiting patiently on Wade to debrief you on the phone intel.

You growled as you struck the poor guard who had volunteered to help you spar. He wore padding of course, and you were trying your damndest not to kill him, but fuck, these men were weak. 

You felt stronger and faster, somehow, considering everything that you had been through, you should be weak, frail. Still lying in bed attempting to recover, but you weren’t. Since you had recovered at the family mansion, you had felt better, somehow. You landed a well-placed kick to the guard’s chest, sending him across the mat, he hit the concrete with a loud thud. 

Someone clapped across the room, you stood straight, panting as you searched for the source. Loki was standing just outside the mat, slipping his hands into his pockets,

“Well done, that was quite impressive. It’s-“ he paused stepping onto the mat, “Brilliant to finally see you in action.”

You began to unwrap your hands, huffing a laugh as he walked closer, he spared a glance at the guard who was barely standing, “You may leave now.”

Your gaze snapped to him, “I wasn’t finished.”

Shrugging he took your hand in his, nimbly unwrapping them for you, he hummed, “You could’ve killed me the other day in that room…”

It wasn’t a question, but you felt inclined to confirm his suspicions, “Yes.”

He hummed again, lifting your chin so your eyes met his. “How many times has it crossed your mind?”

His hands were always too soft and gentle with you, his intense gaze felt like it went through you, finding every deep dark secret, ripping it from the corners of your soul and laying them bare before him. 

You smiled, “Today? At least 8 different ways. Overall? I’ve lost count.”

His other hand slipped around your waist, and he lowered his head, lips claiming yours, your brain short circuiting. But your body reacted out of instinct, pulling away. “That is the second time you have kissed me without permission.”

“You haven’t stopped me yet…”

“You haven’t given me the choice. Just because you play the part of a caring suitor, doesn’t mean I believe it.”

He sighed, “Who says I’m playing?”

“You know you aren’t as sneaky as you believe you are…” 

“Sneaky? I am merely expressing an interest…” He rubbed his hand over his jaw.

“You are a shitty liar. Kissing me will not allow you access to my mind.”

You stepped back from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand hastily, your hand wraps discarded and forgotten on the floor.

He growled as you pulled yourself from his grip, stalking into the office behind you, “What are you planning?”

“Nothing that concerns you, I still have loose ends to tie up.”

“What loose ends?”

You rolled your eyes, “I need answers, you had told us you had information, but what you told us yesterday was useless!”

Loki leaned closer, pinning you, your back hitting the wall, as one of his hands clasped yours next to your head on the wall, steadying him, “I cannot just give you the answers. I want you to think, Darling! What do you know?! Which pieces connect, which do not?”

You shoved against his chest, “I know Bucky killed my parents! I know I’m supposed to be dead!” You were seething, teeth bared, “I know everything I have ever had has been destroyed!” You shove past him, but he grabs your arm, yanking you back, thrusting a manila folder into your hands, “What I don’t know is what part you play in all of this, and why you care so much.”

“You think Bucky killed your parents.”

You scoff, your eyes burning into him, “No. I know he did.”

“What you know is a man with long dark hair riding a motorcycle killed them. Your brother fed you the rest of the information. You are running off emotions and not facts.”

You rip open the folder, inside are the same pictures your brother had shown you over a month ago, they looked the exact same. “Where did you get these?”

“Your brother is not the only one with connections within the police force.”

“Why are you showing them to me?” You snarl.

Loki sighs, “Look at them. What do you see?”

You glance down, flipping through them, “I see Bucky causing their vehicle to drive into the harbor.”

Shaking his head he stalks toward you, slapping the pictures onto the desk, his slim body encroaching on yours, he may have been smaller than the others, but he was just as lethal, “No. I don’t want to know what you think you see. What do you actually see?”

Rolling your eyes you open your mouth to speak, but he stops you, “Take your emotions out of it. You are nothing but a bystander, you do not know anyone in the pictures. You are merely a detective looking for a culprit to a crime.” Gently he grabs your chin, turning your gaze back onto the photos. 

You stare at them, pushing everything your brother told you out of your mind, your eyes scan every photo, searching for details, anything you might have missed before. But there is nothing. 

Nothing pointing to Bucky, you cannot see the man’s left arm, Bucky’s metal arm would give him away, but the man is wearing long sleeves and gloves. His nondescript clothing does not give away brands or anything specific to go off of. You move on to the bike, the license plate conveniently missing. Though you could probably make out the model of the bike, it would do you no good, whoever this was would have gotten rid of it immediately. 

Frowning you move on to the next photos, in all of them the lower half of his face is covered, the only details you can gleam are the long, shoulder length, dark hair, and the muscular build. With such basic details, it could be any mercenary for hire.

“Okay. But what about the argument they had prior, that would give Barnes a motive.” 

Nodding slowly Loki meets your gaze, “Yes, but you know Barnes and Rogers. Would they be foolish to make a move that night? Even if they didn’t know your brother had heard part of their argument. Killing your parents started a war, do you really believe Rogers intended to do that?”

Pursing your lips you contemplated the perspective Loki was showing you, he was right, you were trained on how to make people look guilty. To plant evidence and lead people astray, but who wanted your parents dead, and why make it look as though Steve and Bucky were responsible? 

Loki smiled, “You see it now don’t you.”

You nodded slowly, you could understand you had been led astray, but Loki was withholding information from you, how did he know all of this information, why wasn’t he just telling you what he knew? You smirked, it looked like you were gonna have to find out. Tearing your knife from its holster, you shoved him against the wall, the edge of the blade kissing his throat, “I hate games…” you sneer, leaning closer, “Tell me what you know, or so help me I will bleed you dry.”

His eyes narrowed, hands raised to his shoulders, “Darling.” his chin dips, eyes meeting yours, “I cannot, just tell you.” 

“Then you are worthless to me.”

His shoulders sag as your words hit him, “Think! Who stands to gain from this?”

You search his face, anyone could gain from causing a war between the families, but someone within the families searching for power would gain the most… you press the blade closer, breaking the skin, a small stream of blood slips from the wound, snarling your answer, “You.”

He barks a laugh, “Me?! What could I possibly gain?!”

“Everything! Power, riches, when the smoke clears you sit atop the throne. King of New York. Odin treated you as if you were the ugly stepchild, you believe you are owed what he once had.”

He shakes his head highly, careful not to widen the wound, “Darling, listen to yourself… Why would I pull you from the harbor if I was behind this? What do I gain from saving you?”

“To earn my trust, you still need me to finish my last assignment.”

Loki sighs, his face falling in disappointment, “I don’t want Rogers dead. In fact I need him alive. So by all means, don't finish your assignment… not that you could.”

Your eyes narrow, a sneer curling your lips, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“Oh please, my dear, don’t look so surprised. I know you still love him. I can see it in your eyes, it's burned into your soul.”

You step back, letting the blade settle in the space between you, “Why the games? Why not just spill it all?”

His eyes flicker from the blade, to your eyes, his hand sliding to cover the wound on his neck, “Because, I have survived this long only because I have kept under the radar. The moment I tell you who it is, my cover will be blown, and I will be dead.”

His words rang through your mind, ‘Protection. I want to survive.’ It made sense, “Why not just take them down on your own? Or hire one of us to do it.”

He huffed a laugh, “Their power is too deeply rooted. Killing The King will only anger his knights. We take down the army, then the King. I need you to trust me. ”

“Like Odin did?” 

Loki’s jaw clenched, he swallowed hard, nostrils flaring, he lifted his index finger, “Firstly, Ouch. Secondly, I didn’t kill Odin.”

“You expect me to believe that?” 

His eyes softened, “Look, I have nothing to gain from lying to you… I was framed for Odin’s death. Granted I hated the man, he was a horrid step-father, and an even worse businessman…” He moved around you, picking up the first-aid kit from the desk, pulling out a bandage, “I only wish I had been the one to rid the Earth of his poison.”

You moved forward, plucking the bandage from his hand, you raised his chin, and began working on cleaning his wound. “Then give me something to go off of.” Your eyes pleading with him, if he truly wants your help, he must give you something to work with.

He lowers his head, “Your friend, the one they call Желать (zelaht, obsession), he can lead you to part of your answer…”

You scoffed, “In the meantime, I cannot sit here and wait. I have loose ends to tie, I’ll be back later.” You step back, tossing the trash from the bandage into the bin.

Loki rises from his seat, taking a step forward, your name leaving his lips in a warning, his hand catching yours, you dared glance back at him, “Be careful, Darling.”

You dipped your head, leaving him behind.

—

You needed to see Steve, to rectify what had happened between the two of you. To explain, at the very least. You checked the penthouse first, but there was no sign of Steve or his men, the place had been deserted, and destroyed. Furniture overturned, there were dead men lying about on the floor, bullet holes lined the walls and fixtures. It was a warzone, what the fuck had happened here? Some of Steve’s men you recognized, Dugan lay lifeless near the elevator, alongside another body you didn’t recognize, the uniform wasn’t one of Steve’s, but the uniform was familiar.

You made your way to his office, to ensure he wasn’t lying dead on the floor... He wasn’t, but his office mirrored the rest of the penthouse, books and papers were strewn across the floor, but nothing of any interest. You began to leave, when something glimmered on the floor, you knelt to pick it up, it was a slender piece of wood, with gold lettering. Your nameplate. A sad smile lifted your lips beneath your mask, sentimental bastard. You pocketed the item as you made your way back through the building.

You frowned, before leaving the destitute penthouse and heading for the only other place you knew he would feel safe. 

The Manor.

It was dark by the time you made it to the gates, of course they were closed, locked down tight, but a simple gate and fence wouldn’t stop you. It was the sentries standing guard that were the obstacle, to slip past them and reach him without being caught.

—

Running his hand through his hair, Steve opened the door to his dark office and blew out a breath. Loosening his tie as he slowly stepped closer to his desk to turn the lamp on. Placing his gun on the desk, he calmly switched to his drink, allowing the amber liquid to burn down his throat. 

This day had gotten a million times worse, how many men had he lost at the penthouse, and how many more will he continue to lose in this war?

His heart squeezed at the many memories of the two of you in this damn office, so many times you had fallen apart for him, the times you had told him you loved him, had it all been lies? He would never know now, you were gone and he would never be able to confront you, to right the wrongs.

Finishing the drink, he moved to set the glass onto the bar, a white slip on the edge of the bar caught his eye, he swallowed hard as his fingers traced along the edges of the card. Picking it up cautiously, he smoothed his fingers over it, sure enough, there was an embossed skull in the center. His breath caught in his throat. 

Death’s card.

Straightening himself, he turned around in time to see you leisurely emerge from the shadows, where his desk lamp’s light didn’t quite reach. He almost hadn’t recognized the person in front of him as you, wearing your all-black uniform, yes, but your hair was bone white, and your eyes, those beautiful eyes he had gotten lost in so many times, glazed over, hazy and white. Your old black mask was replaced with a white one, glowing an eerie blue in the darkness, a smeared handprint across its jaw.

“Is this how it’s going to be, Ace?” He subtly moved closer to his desk.

His heart was racing in his chest as you stepped forward, “It’s Wraith now… ” Reaching up to your face, you removed your mask and contacts as well, “No. I didn’t come here to—"

Your beautiful face came into view, his heart squeezed again, he’d missed you, missed your gentle smile, and the sweet sound of your voice, it took everything in him not to cross the room and hold you. A swirl of emotions battled in his chest, he wanted to yell at you for leaving your brother’s care, he was still mad at you for trying to kill him, but he also wanted to pin you against the wall and make you take him, make you beg to let you come, to have you at his mercy, but he mostly wanted to love you. To go back before he knew it was all a lie and get lost in loving you. 

But you were here for a reason, and he was certain it wasn’t to save him from himself. You still had an assignment to finish…

—

You watched the mixture of emotions cross his features, the anger and hate you expected, but the love you hadn’t, and it felt to you like a bomb had exploded in your chest, it was gone before you blinked, but you knew it had been there. So, when his fingers closed around the gun on his desk, you didn’t fight him,

“Then why are you here?” 

You knew what he was doing, he was shielding himself the same way you had the night in the warehouse, you understood his trepidation, but you needed him to understand you weren’t here to hurt him.

“Because I—”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare say it.” His voice thundered, full of rage and hurt.

You raised your hands, ready to plead, but the door opened, and before you had time to react, your airway was cut off, and your feet lifted off the floor. Reaching for the hand around your throat, your fingers scraped against familiar cold metal, as it tightened. You gasped for air, allowing your eyes to adjust, they found Steve again across the room. His ocean eyes are glassy.

“S-steve, p-p-please…” Clawing at Bucky’s arm, your eyes begging him, tears streaming down your cheeks, “let m-me expla-ain.”

Bucky growled beneath you, his lips curled into a snarl, there was so much hatred in his eyes when you met them, he tightened his grip and your vision began to fade.

“Buck.”

The single word, an unspoken command and your saving grace as Bucky’s hand released you, sending you tumbling onto the floor, coughing and gasping for air.

"Speak. You have five minutes.”

Staggering to your feet, you rubbed your sore throat, “It’s a misunderstanding.”

“You killed a good friend of mine, and others, I don’t see how I can misunderstand that.”

You bowed your head, “Dr. Erskine…” you sighed, “I’ve killed a lot of people Stevie—”

A growl erupted from his chest, menacingly stepping closer to you, Barnes not far behind him, “Don’t call me that.”

A low laugh fell from your lips, “Don’t for one second think you are better than me, your hands are just as dirty as mine…”

“But I never intended to hurt you!” He snarled, his voice reverberating off the walls, cheeks flushed red.

Remaining calm, you merely looked at him, voice quiet, “Intentions or not, you did. You tried to kill me. Twice.” His eyes locked on yours, your voice wavering, tears building behind your eyes, “You cut me loose, letting me believe I had a chance to make it right, only to send your lapdog,” You eyed Bucky briefly, as tears began to streak down your cheeks attention going back to Steve, “To leave me for dead in the Upper Bay. That’s not intentionally hurting me?”

You watched as your words sank in, his eyes softening for a moment as his face paled, before his wall was back up, “You were sent to kill me.”

Your shoulders sank, heart aching in your chest, your voice a mere whisper, “But I didn’t…even when I had the chance, I didn’t.” You searched his face, praying for a glimmer of the man you’d fallen in love with, but the cold-hearted mob boss only stared back, “I never wanted to.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, “You still tried.”

You shrugged, “And you succeeded.”

He nodded, “Your five minutes are up.”

You swallowed thickly, you still had too much to tell him, “Steve, please just let me—“

Bang

Bucky’s pistol was raised in your direction, the first had missed, you hadn’t stuck around for the next one. The moment the shot rang through the air, you smashed through the office window, landing on the grass below with a resounding thud. You scrambled to your feet, sprinting for your bike hidden in the woods nearby, his men would be converging on your position soon…

—

He saw Bucky’s gun raise, and his body reacted on instinct. Steve’s body collided with Bucky’s, sending the shot careening off target, the sound of shattering glass reached his ears as Steve pulled himself to his feet, but by the time he turned around you were gone. 

“Fuck!” He yelled, combing his hands through his hair. He turned back to Bucky, laying on the floor, “What the fuck, Buck?!”

Pushing to his feet, Bucky scowled at him, “What? Did you have something else planned when her five minutes were up?”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, “I don’t know! But I wasn’t going to shoot her!”

“Steve.” Bucky’s voice was stern, “Pal, I know you love her, but you can’t let your emotions cloud your judgment, she is dangerous.”

His eyes peeled open, glaring at Bucky, “She had the chance to kill me, my back was turned, yet she didn’t.”

“Listen, Steve–”

“You don’t get to decide whether she lives or dies!”

“Steve–”

“Out.”

Bucky recoiled, stunned, “But Punk–”

“Out!” He yelled, his temper getting the best of him.

Bucky knew better, backing away, slipping out the door, shutting it quietly.

Steve’s breathing quickened, the room began to spin around him, he closed his eyes momentarily, trying to calm himself. It was no use, he had bottled it up for too long.

He erupted in a blind rage, destroying his office, ripping books off the shelves, grabbing the liquor bottles, he threw one across the room, staining the wall as the glass exploded, scattering across the room. 

He screamed, shoving his desk and chairs, kicking, punching anything he came into contact with. 

You were alive.

You had been here, staring him in the face, living and breathing, your heart beating in your chest, and blood running through your veins. Now you are gone. Again.

Pain radiates up his hands and arms, he finally stopped, his breathing ragged, as he stared down at his open palms. Blinking away his blurred vision, tears raining down on his hands, creating an intricate watercolor painting across his skin as it mixed with the blood from his broken knuckles.

With trembling hands, he picked up a broken tumbler from the floor, pouring himself a drink, taking in the state of what was once his office. Books were scattered along the floor, shelves broken and hanging from the walls. The bar cart tipped over, broken glass shattered all over the floor, his ‘top shelf’ bourbons and whiskeys pooling at his feet.

Slumping to the floor against his overturned desk, he took another sip of his drink, careful not to cut his mouth on the sharp edges of the glass. Across the room, in the corner where you stood, under all the destruction and chaos-

Your name plate.

He frowned, he hadn't brought it over from the penthouse, he barely had time to escape himself. Had you stopped there to see him first? The memory of the night he stole it replayed in his mind. The same night you stole his heart.

You had taken him captive, mind and soul. He couldn’t get enough of you.

He needed you.

Loved you.

He had the chance to make everything right with you mere moments ago, you stood before him. He had watched Bucky’s hand curl around your throat. A snarl slipped past his lips, his guttural response was to skin his own brother for touching you. 

His body ran cold, the hole in his chest a blackened void without your bright smile and kind eyes to fill.

You were his ruin. His fall from grace.

An angel.

He laughed to himself. You were an angel, but not one of love and light, maybe you were at one point, but not when he met you. You just hid your darkside well, after all the devil had been an angel at one time. The angel of death herself was assigned to kill him. And she could not pull the trigger.

You could have done it tonight, who knows how long you had waited in the shadows for him to arrive.

He almost wished you would have.

But if you were an angel of death before, what were you now? Were you really that different?

He hastily wiped the tears from his cheeks, smearing blood across his face and beard. Carded his hands through his hair and so badly wished they were your fingers slipping through, softly tugging at his long locks. His name a breathy whisper on your lips as he ruined you. Your words echoed in his mind, ‘You tried to kill me, twice.’ He scowled, he had only beaten you once… ‘You cut me loose, letting me believe I had a chance to make it right, only to send your lapdog.’ His lapdog? Who… 

He stopped, the puzzle pieces clicking into place, Bucky, it would explain why he had been distant, why he was so keen on killing you tonight, to ensure the truth never surfaced. The rage he had released built again, later. He would deal with him later, the most important thing was finding you, now–

Gunfire and the yelling of his men yanked him to his feet, reaching for his pistol when the electricity cut off, leaving him in complete darkness. He scrambled for his gun in the rubble, but fuck he couldn’t find it. The door to his office swung open, a fist colliding with his cheek, the pure darkness swallowing him whole as large hands bound his own, a gag slipping between his lips. A familiar voice echoed through his brain, “Hey Beastie, someone really wants to get ahold of you.”

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Ta Rules... Or at least the bare minimun to be able to ask for request.

After being isolated for the shadowban, I decided to broaden things a bit and topics for petitions.

Petitions can be on these topics:

Yandere - Platonic or Romantic

Angst - Platonic or Romantic

Flufff - Platonic or Romantic

They can be from these Fandoms:

Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

Alfred Pennyworth

Conner Kent

Clark Kent

Can be as:

It can be either the characters x the reader.

It can be about Superbat

It can be about Batfam or Superfam thoughts.

Peter Parker

Steve rogers

Tony stark

Marc Spector/Steve Grant/Jack Lockely (juntos y por separado)

Pueden ser tanto los personajes x el lector.

Puede tratarse de Tony como padre de Peter

Puede tratarse de que los Moonboys son hermanos or anything else

They can be requested as follows options: *One Shots *Headcanons *Explanatory or opinion commentary.

In the case of these, PLEASE BE SPECIFIC. If you want a headcanon or commentary or one-shot on a specific theme or take a particular direction. YOU ARE ASKED TO SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT AND IN WHAT WAY YOU WANT IT.

THINGS THAT ARE FORBIDDEN OR PROHIBITED.

When I say banned, I mean that as soon as I see a comment about it, I will not hesitate to delete the comment as soon as I read it.

Matters that require a very explicit explanation:

Domestic, family or partner violence

Substance abuse

Assaults on minors

Intimate abuse

Any type of paraphilia where someone is physically assaulted.

IT'S A BIG NO.

The only way I can write about it is if there is some mention of such an act in the past, but no such harm will be discussed or shown during the scenes written in the petitions.

Also I will seek to warn the reader before they read more in the publication.

[thesexydevils]

My only one (Drabble)

Pairing: Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x female reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, soft!dark drabble

A/N: English is my fourth language, so sorry for any mistakes. My stories are mostly written for adults and have mature topics.

“911, what's your emergency?”

“Please send help, I can't find her. She is gone. Please, I need to find her.”

“Sir calm down and tell me what happened?”

“My fiancé and I were driving down the Long Mine Road, when suddenly we heard a loud bang and then I lost control over my car. And ... and when I regained consciousness she was not here. I looked nearby but she is gone. Her things are gone too.”

“Sir, I am sending someone, just stay with me on the line. Is this your number?"

“Sir, are you still there?”

“Yes, yes this is my number. Please find my Y/N."

“Sir, please stay calm and help is arriving soon. What is your name?”

“Eric Russo.”

*************************************

Few hours later the police were looking for a young woman with long dark hair, dark brown eyes and brown skin. One of the officers went to the house to do his inquiry. Almost every house was at least 10 minutes away by car.

So, after the third house officer O’Brian was sure, he would not get any clue of the missing woman.

Officer O’Brian stood in front of a decent house with big windows. It was more in the forest than the other houses he went to check.

He knocked twice on the door and announced himself. He looked back to his car when the door opened.

O’Brian was shocked as the man of the house stepped out towards him. “Captain America! What a surprise. I am officer O’Brian. What are you doing here, in the middle of nowhere?”

Steve smiled and stretched his big hand out to him, which he happily shook. “Steve, please. I just want some time for myself, away from the big city here in nature and this place is perfect for it. How can I help you, officer?”

O’Brian was at least 5 '11 but he was nowhere as tall as Steve. He was 4- 5 inches taller than the officer was and it made him feel small.

“Captain Sir, we are looking for a woman. A couple had an accident and the woman went missing, her fiancé and family are looking for her. She is probably hurt and is in need of medical assistance. We have the suspicion that she has been taken.” The officer pulled out a photo of the woman and passed it to Steven.

Steve’s eyes moved over her facial features. “Sorry officer, I haven’t seen this woman, but if you need any help searching for her, please let me know.” 

For a moment there was something in Steve’s eyes, it made the officer feel weird, but he ignored the feeling and went back to his car after taking his leave.

Steve followed his moves with a smile on his face and as soon as the car left his driveway, his smile changed into something sinister. He double locked the door and took the warm tray of food, which he prepared just before the officer knocked at his door.

He took the tray down to the basement.

A petite figure was restrained on the bed, with both her hands and legs tied. Steve put the tray on the bedside table and pulled the cloth out of her mouth. “Steve, please ... please let me ...”

He wiped her teary face with his handkerchief. “Don’t cry, my love. I know you are scared, and I am sorry for hurting you, but you just left me. How could you just leave me and move somewhere else without me?”

She looked at the person in front who should be protecting, not because he was Captain America but because he was her friend too. “Steve, what are you talking about? You know I am getting married and there is my new job, so I have to move. Steve, I have no idea, why are you doing this?”

He gave a short humorless laugh. One of his hands shot out and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face. Their lips were just an inch apart. She could feel his hot breath on her lips. 

“Do you have any idea how much I love you? Y/N, the moment we met, you were the one for me. I have always loved you and when I tried to tell you, you were already with him.”

Steve joined his forehead with hers. “I love you so much that I can’t even imagine a second without you. Y/N, I really hoped you would see that he was not the one for you.”

He placed a soft kiss on her head. “Don’t worry, I will make you realize that no one can love you like I do.” 

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. “Steve, please! Why didn’t you tell me before? You can’t do this now when I am going to marry someone else. I love him, Steve. Please just let me go and we will forget this ever happened. You will find someone, who will love you like you do, but I am not the one.”

He moved a bit away and took the food tray and placed it between them. Steve took some pasta with the fork and brought it to her lips. 

“There is no one like you Y/N. You will understand and you will love me the way I do. It doesn’t matter how much time it takes, but in the end, you will love me. And I will spend the rest of our lives to prove to you that you are my only one.”

The determination in his voice made her cry harder, but it didn’t change the way he looked at her.

“I love you, Y/N and one day you will return my feelings too. One day you will say the three words too. I know you will.”

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[onsunnyside]

no seriously but like why isn't there any movie about a hot, 40-ish DILF and a mid-20 student who can't help but like fuck each other’s brains out and fall in love?! like we read here on tumblr...I mean they made '50 Shades Of Grey' and now 'After', too...but I can't find a story about like idk your 'Cruel Summer'? I would love to see a movie based on stories like yours seriously! It is just frustrating and a huge gap and lack of film-genres: porn, with plot!

We need to make a petition or something like that, any movie really any plot where its either BFD×Reader, DBF×Reader or BD×Reader 🦋

we need a movie abouts porn with plot...NO, WE NEED YOUR STOREIS TO COME TO LIFE AND ADAPTED INTO A MOVIE!!

omg thank you !! if cruel was a movie, it'd just be a porno 😭 but hey i'd take it !! i'd also love to see what a world (which yes is just tarzan x marvel, but wouldn't you want to see a feral!steve rogers ??)

[lipstickbisous]

we'll meet again | 1

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓

pairing: steve rogers x oc!reader

summary: if you are given a name, you would answer only to yourself.

warnings: alcohol consumption, guns, murder, dark and mature themes, 18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 2.2k

a/n: first chapter, here we go!! also, for any language other than english spoken in this, i used google translate! please message me or send in an ask if there are needed corrections! and this does not follow the exact plotline and timeline of the mcu!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

masterlist - series masterlist

"online, маленький."

little one. the darkness dissipated as her eyes slowly unveiled the deepest pools. the light was blinding, contracting her pupils before she could adjust. the man in front of her wore a white coat, with tweed pants and shiny polished shoes. on the chest of his coat was a circular, golden bin, carved with a small letter 'H'. suddenly, it was cold--her blood was chilling and she shivered from the ice in her bones, but why could she not react? why did she remain still in her chair, hands folded in her lap and back straight.

her left eyebrow arched, head cocking slightly to right. "who are you?" her mouth whispered. she doesn't remember ever learning vocabulary, but the words seemed to flow. "where...am i?"

the man looked down to the band of metal around his wrist and noted the time. "thank you for keeping calm," he nodded, lips slightly curving into a smile but it looked as if invisible fingers were forcing it. "my name is iosif pavlovna. i'm a friend," another forced smile. "can you guess where you are?" his accent was thick and hard to read through. there was a melodic beat while his thumb rhythmically tapped against his wooden clipboard.

she was silent and ignored his question. her eyes danced from the floor, to the wall, and back to the man's face. "iosif," she whispered almost inaudibly, letting the name play out on her lips. it slightly tickled when she spoke with a breathy voice. "what is my name?

a silent laugh erupted in the depth of his eyes as iosif stood from his metal chair, the clipboard still stiff in his hands. "no name," he shifted his weight on his left leg. "if you are given a name, you would answer only to yourself. and you, защитник," protector. "you were made to answer to others." the unanswered question that still lingered in the air was not forgotten but ignored as the subject changed. "but as a prize for doing so well, i have a treat." the smallest of smiles grew on her lips as she clasped her hands together on her chest. iosif looked to a small black camera that hung in the corner of the room. it whirred as it shifted to the right, capturing her in its frame.

it was the beginning of a series of tests that would take course over however long needed. her excitement calmed as the room suddenly took on a darkness, one that was impossible to see through. not a single morsel of light managed to peak its way inside, not even from the hallway when the door buzzed open. she could hear footsteps, heavy ones that sounded like clunking metal against concrete. whoever was there had been trained in agility and silence, for even their tiny inhales of breath were inaudible.

"маленький, i'd like you to meet the soldier."

-

brooklyn would always be the star of the country. it didn't matter of monuments stood in other cities, if celebrities lived in others, this place would always be aurora's home. it was hard for her to feel small. she was well-known throughout the underground community of secret trading and experiments--she was a revolutionary step in the world of engineering and artificial intelligence. bystanders strolling past her on the street, taking no notice to her presence, didn't even know it, but she was a walking database. she had traveled to every nook ion the planet, seen even the smallest towns, the most deserted civilizations. but something about new york always drove her back.

polished black heels clicked against the sidewalk. there was a cheeriness to her step, evident in the way she held her chin up. she was dressed in the most expensive fabric and looked incredibly out of place in this part of the city. however, confused stares and arched eyebrows did not dull her light and she continued her fast-paced stroll down the road to wear a flight of stairs dug underneath the ground. they led to a matte black door with flakes of paint chipping off of its wood. there were no windows, no secret entrances, nothing to show the lights that were on inside. it appeared as an abandoned basement and that was exactly how they intended on keeping it.

her gloves that covered delicate fingers knocked against the door. when she pulled her hand away, a chip of wood and paint snagged a thread from the satin that hung loosely and depressingly. with a frustrated sigh, she ripped it off of her limb and shoved it into the pocket of her jacket. her ears caught sound of muffled footsteps behind the barrier before they halted. she imagined whoever was there had their eye pressed against the tiny peephole. a lock unlatched with a click, followed by a questionable grunt and a long, ear-splitting beep as the door slowly opened.

"can i help you?" a shriveled, gravelly voice questioned her. the voice belonged to a old, white-haired man that went up to her nose with big dirty green eyes, and it was dripping with a sneering sense of disrespect. she saw it in his eyes too. he took one good look at the clothes on her body before muttering a, "i don't know what you think you're-"

"mr. arbatram, that's enough," this voice spoke from the back of the building. it was deep and rusty, and just hearing it made her insides curl with disgust. she gave the old man a tight-lipped smile and brushed past him, making sure to let the mud on her heels trail on the floor. when the door was slammed shut, followed by muttered curses, she entered a room that was dimly lit and found her spirits lifted.

a jazz club. a light saxophone played through a speaker system. at least twelve circular tables were scattered over the room, each one adorned with a small oil candle in the middle. on the walls were countless framed photos of musicians and artists. they looked indescribably beautiful--each one was a precious moment in which they were so deep in doing what they loved. she wished for that.

"защитник," the voice spoke again, hidden by a newspaper that crinkled with every turn of its page. defender. only one table in the front was taken. in a chair sat an auburn-haired man, clad in a pearl-ish grey suit. he flipped the newspaper closed and threw onto the table. its headline read "PRIVATE HYDRA DATABASE RAIDED BY CAPTAIN AMERICA" and below it was a black and white photograph of the one and only. "they didn't manage to steal much. if he wasn't admired by every person in the world, i'd have steve rogers shot in his sleep. he's a pain in the ass, you know?"

she took her seat beside him and hummed a laugh. "he gets the job done," a waiter set down a thick glass next to her arm. it was filled halfway with ice drenched in an amber liquid but she wouldn't touch it. "pierce, i'm not sure why i'm here."

just then, a woman in a skin tight black dress that shimmered underneath the spotlight walked onto the stage-like platform in front of them. it was almost impossible to notice, but a fat bead of sweat traveled from her forehead, down her temple and cheek, and to her chin. she looked to alexander pierce and cowered. it was then that aurora noticed a brawny man standing behind the curtains, a long handgun in his palm. on the barrel was a long, cylinder silencer.

alexander clapped his hands together before taking a long draw of whatever drink he'd ordered before aurora had made her appearance. "i think i'd like to hear some nina," he smiled at the woman, but it was passive and threatening. "i don't need the whole band. just the piano's fine." the woman nodded as her body began to convulse with every step towards the grand piano on stage. she took her seat and began to play the familiar intro. "oh, sinnerman," pierce began to sing under his breath, closing his eyes as if drifting into another world.

aurora rolled hers and took her turn with her drink, downing the whole glass and raising her hand for another. "where's the soldier?"

his eyes remained closed and he hummed, "siberia."

the music seemed to increase in volume when she jumped from her seat, knocking the glass onto the floor. it shattered and spread across the ground, waking pierce from his haunting trance. "what?" she snapped, causing the women at the piano to strike a wrong chord. she looked to pierce with fear-stricken eyes like he held her life in his hands...

"it's alright, jasmine, just..." pierce sighed and tiredly rubbed his fingers over his eyes. "keep playing." he turned to aurora and adamantly motioned for her to take her seat. she did so with a puff of air. "we wiped him two weeks back. one of the worst ones we've done."

"why?" aurora gritted through her teeth; it was hardly a question.

in pierce's chest sat a heart. it functioned perfectly fine, pumping blood and oxygen through his body. it kept him alive and well and he didn't need much more of from it. which is why deep inside, it was moldy and black with carelessness and ignorance. "he hasn't seen you in 20 years. and when he woke," he paused, chewing the inside of his cheek. "he asked for you."

she grunted out a blunt laugh as another offensive chord rang through the club. "i'm flattered." as the woman played, it was clear this wasn't a talent. this was truly who she was. but her eyes would crawl over to the silenced gun less than five feet away from her, and her fingers would tremble over the keys as if someone was violently shaking her shoulders. deep in aurora's heart, whether it was real or not, she had a soft spot for the soldier. she had protected him and cared for him for what seemed like a lifetime, but never did he remember her. "one day, his hair will turn white and his skin will wrinkle," she spoke bitterly, not fond of the memory that rang through her head. "what will you do then?"

her smirk did not falter him. instead, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "we'll use you." pierce spoke threateningly, because as much as aurora wanted to deny it, one day it would become true. the soldier would pass on, a monumental name in HYDRA history, there was no doubt. and she would be morphed into him. "for almost 55 years, you've achieved great things that no man ever could. not even the soldier. you're a revolution waiting to happen. all it takes is time." he stands from his seat and strolls to the stage, hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants. aurora's expression remains still. "unfortunately, time seems to be running out.

"the world is begging to be saved. i can see it, and so can you," his hand twists under the wooden platform and pulls a 466 viking from a hidden slot. a split second later, he pulls the trigger directed at jasmine's temple. the bullet pierces her skull, blowing through the inside and out the other end. the curtain behind her is sprayed with a crimson blood and her black, shimmering dress is stained dramatically as if this were a movie scene. when her body crumpled, aurora felt something like pity inside of her. she knew how a shot like that felt, only she would wake up from it with a raging headache. "that's why this mission is yours."

a guard behind her pathetically throws a stiff black, card stock folder on the table. her fingers delicately flipped it open. "what am i supposed to do with this?" she pursed her lips as the metallic stench of blood wove its way in the air. the first page, crisp and white and newly printed, read in big bold letters,

STEVEN G. ROGERS

his picture was poorly-taken. it had been quick and for identification purposes only, but just at the bottom where it cut off she could see the straining emblem of red, white, and blue. it seemed that he hadn't gotten the message of what year it really was. his hair was neatly combed to the side with a sticky gel and aurora's memory flashed back to her early years. the photograph below it was slightly newer and his hair was shorter. his face seemed deeper and the patriotic costume was now darker and sleeker.

"captain rogers is a threat to our program and what it stands for," there's a few drops of blood on the pristine white collar of his shirt and pierce tries his best to wipe them off, but it only smudges the red staining further into the fabric. "he's a national hero. i told you, the world loves him. he can't just disappear. it has to be slow and progressive."

she slaps the folder shut and pushes it to the edge of the table where the guard retrieves it, sliding it into a thin briefcase. "i still don't understand how this is on me."

"because, защитник," he leans forward and it's sickening. his lips are dripping with power and control. he has the advantage here and he knows it. a wrong move and he could shut her down--this time, it would be permanently. "steve rogers needs someone to love."