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i-try-to-write-stuff · 2 years

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Administrative Alliance - 1

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18 + DubCon/NonCon

Tony was delighted. He had finally found a perfect match for Steve Rogers, former Captain America. Steve Rogers, the man out of his time, was a really picky guy. Every avenger had given up hope after setting him up with many different women…

After the battle with Thanos, Tony Stark had taken it upon himself to find someone perfect for Steve Rogers because only he could find a way around the legalities of international law…

He outfitted F.R.I.D.A.Y. with everything Steve Rogers could want from a woman. It was not that hard to track his bodily functions around the Avengers Head office or even in the building. All he needed to do that was to find a woman from around the world that had those amalgamated attributes for him to track down and either try to convince her to join Avengers where Tony could put her where Steve Rogers could find himself or to offer up her location to SHIELD to grab her, those Steve Rogers fanatics would do anything to please their lord and saviour.

Name - Y/N Y/L/N

Age – Y/A

Nationality – N

Calculated Compatibility with Steven Grant Rogers- 99.9%

This flashed across Tony’s lab and all the data about you. Anything linked to you was being displayed on the hologram projections.

“FRIDAY, find me anything suspicious on Ms Y/L/N, do a deep dive. I don’t want that SHEILD/ HYDRA situation to happen again.”

“On it, boss, running all background checks.”, the AI replied.

“After you’re done, send an SOS to Steve. I have an inkling that he’ll love this”

“Sure thing, boss”

“Notifying Steve Rogers” F.R.I.D.A.Y.

“Thanks, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

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Steve stomped inside Tony’s lab.

“What the hell, Tony? Why is my room blaring with a priority alert?”

Tony looks up from his latest invention.

“You’ll change your tune when I tell you what I have found for you.” Tony Stark retorted.

“What is it?” Steve observed Tony.

“I found you, someone.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Not this again, Tony.”

“Hear me out, Capsicle. I found you a perfect woman, well actually F.R.I.D.A.Y. did. Look through her file; if you don’t like it, we can move on.”

“You found me a dame by science?” Steve commented abrasively

“Just have a look, will you? F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up the file.”

The hologram displayed all the information about you, along with several pictures of you. F.R.I.D.A.Y. also played videos of yours she captured through facial recognition.

Steve was thunderstruck. You looked perfect, everything he ever wanted in a dame and more. He kept staring at all the pictures that F.R.I.D.A.Y. projected on the hologram.

Tony cleared his throat, which brought Steve out of his reverie.

“So…?”

“Where is she?”

“You don’t need to worry about that. We can get her here in no time.”

“Y/N Y/L/N… it fits her perfectly.”

“What do you want the whole meet cute – dating -marriage package? Or just the marriage?” Tony asked, knowing Steve’s desperation.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I can get her a job here, you can bump into her, ask her out on a date, and if she says yes, you guys go out, and then you propose, but then again, you get married only if she says yes….” Tony elaborated.

“And if you don’t want that… We can get her here. You get married and have a honeymoon for as long as you can…given your stamina, it could be years, all the time you spend if you take choice number one.”

“Why would I do that?” Steve enquired.

“C’mon Capsicle. I have seen the dark look you hide from the world. I have seen you do much worse stuff.”

“How sure are you that she’s the one for me?”

“How about this, if you don’t trust my calculations, you can go there, snoop around, see if she is what you’re looking for….”

Steve thought for a moment. It wouldn’t hurt checking you out. If what Tony said is true, he could finally have a chance at happiness, a family, a bunch of kids, all the things he wanted when he went down in the ice all those years ago, a chance to reclaim what he lost.

Steve observed you for about a month before he decided that you were his soulmate, his better half, everything in the world he’d been looking for…

He called Tony to put a plan in motion when he saw you out and about kissing another man.

You didn’t belong to that excuse of a man. No, you belonged to Steven Grant Rogers, who had saved the world multiple times but was now going to save Y/N Y/L/N from herself…

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Chris Evans Characters Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Chris Evans Masterlist, anything and everything (mostly Steve, Andy and Ari) Chris Evans Characters is here. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Divider by @silkholland

Contains Smut **

One Shots

Steve Rogers

I Know Exactly Where This Leads [Submission for barnesafterglow 's all’s well writing challenge] **

Hide Your Lies (SoftDark!Mafia!Stucky AU)[submission for boxofbonesfic 's #Beastyoumadeofme22] **

Post Its and Doodles [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]

I Cannot Bring Myself To Let You Go (Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers) [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Can't Remember to Forget You - Shakira ft. Rihanna]

Press Four For Poppet **

Keep My Secret - Stucky x Reader (Dark Fic)

I Need You To Listen **

Hide From Me **

Multi-Part Fics:

Stencils, Bouquets & Icing

An AU where Bucky is a tattoo artist and Steve is a florist, both find love much closer than they anticipated. Steve in Bucky's tattoo artist apprentice nicknamed Petal and Bucky in the baker opposite to his shop nicknamed Cupcake.

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Andy Barber

Pretty Princess **

Marked With My Initial - (Incubus Andy Barber) **

You Bring Light Into My Life - (Andy x Desi!Fem Reader)

Ari Levinson

Over and Over **

You Said I Was Your Favourite **

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itsprashimusic · 2 years

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I’ll be strong for you

Pairing - Steve Rogers x desi!wife!reader

Summary - Sometimes superheros need someone else to lean on instead of being others’ support beam. In Steve’s case, that someone is his wife.

Warnings - desi reader and references, some hindi is spoken but i have put the english translations in brackets next to them, let me know if i made any errors cause its 3 am and i don’t have the stamina to proofread

Word Count - 650

Part 2

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Your paayals (anklets) made a soft jingle every time your foot made contact with the ground. But it couldn’t be heard over the loud thuds your foot made while you were running towards the front door.

Your husband had been out on a mission for over a month. Normally you were used to his week long missions and the ones even longer than that. But this was the first time he had been gone for a mission that lasted longer than 4 weeks.

It was late at night, dark enough to prompt you to turn on a ceiling light in the living room. The soft yellow light illuminated the room giving it a very homely look. After checking through the peephole that it was infact him behind it did you make a move to open the door (steve wanted you to keep this habit if you were home alone).

No sooner had you opened it, you had been engulfed in a bone shattering hug. Steve didn’t ever seem bothered by the fact that you both were still standing at the door. Realising it you walked backwards into your living room while still hugging him somehow managing to close the door aswell.

He pulled back to look at you, relishing your features as if to remember them forever. He opened his mouth to say something but whatever was about to come out died before he had the chance. He held your face in both of his hands with such gentleness, his thumb sweeping over your cheek in a loving manner.

Your own hands held his wrists, your thumbs rubbing over the back of his hand. The soft yellow light did a great job of not just giving beautiful structure to Steve’s face but also of making the diamond that sat in the middle of your gold wedding band shine bright.

With his hands still cupping your face he pulled you in closer resting your foreheads before meeting your lips in a kiss. The kiss was sweet. But you could tell that he was holding back something. Deterring the thought from your mind you just focused on your significant other standing in front of you after not being there for 40 days. Steve pulled away, instantly hugging you again but this time letting his head fall in the crook of your neck. That was when you heard him say something for the first time, “I’ve missed you, so bad.”

“ हाँ राजा, जानती हूँ। ” (Yes dear, I know) you said closing your eyes and holding him even tighter, diminishing any possible remaining gaps between you both.

You didn’t notice when, but you started feeling your shoulder turn wet. The same place where your love had wedged his head in. This was a rare occurrence. Maybe something happened on the mission that caused it? Could be, since the last time he cried was when Tony died in the final fight at the Avengers Compound.

You tried asking him what happened, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? क्या तुम बता सकते हो what happened?” (can you tell what happened?). He said nothing only sobbing harder now. You narrowed it down to him just being exhausted and needing a break. So, you held him tight, both of you standing in the middle of the living room under the yellow light.

Sometimes, even those who save us need to break in order to be strong.

Bonus

“I’ve made some aloo parathas that you can eat later,” you said knowing its his favourite. And you said the right thing because just as you said it you felt him smile against your neck, his cries slowing down to hiccups. “You made them for me?” he said with a sheepish smile as he looked up from your shoulder, your hand rubbing circles on his back. You nodded. “Can we have them tomorrow as well?”

“ हर रोज और हमेशा के लिए। “ (everyday and forever).

A/N - I absolutely love this. let me know your feedback. likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated and let me know if you want to be tagged in anything I will be making a masterlist when i have a few more works under my belt.

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dystopian-reverie · 2 years

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❝𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐚'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭❞

✧・✧ Last updated on: Aug 4, 2022

Fandoms: Mostly mcu stuff, but I'm also a huge fan of stranger things, harry potter, riordanverse, the umbrella academy, supernatural, and nearly all works of Oscar Isaac. Currently obsessed with Moon Knight. I'm also planning on writing for Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Steve Harrington, so you might expect those works in the future too!

Requests: I'm always open to requests! Depending on what I think I can do with the request, I can write from drabbles or headcanons to full-length fics. Minors please don't make any nsfw requests, alright. If you want a specific type of fic, do mention it, (like smut, fluff, angst, etc) or I might be too scared to include the stuff that you'd like to read. Please do keep in mind that I can be very busy at times and sometimes the motivation might not strike at the right time, so writing stuff takes time for me :)

Content Warnings: This is mostly an 18+ blog so minors please refrain from interacting, or it might get fic writers into serious trouble. All the warnings are written at the beginning of the fics, so you don't have to read things that you're not into.

Emoji Guide: 🔥Smut, Minors DNI • 🌩 Angst • 🌒 Dark Themes • 🌼 General • 🌿 Fluff

❨Moon Knight❩

♣︎ Pretty, Pretty Doll 🔥 🌩

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader ◦ Marc comes back home from an exhausting mission and you help him let off some steam. A few days later an argument breaks out between the two of you that leads to him showing you the weight of your own words.

♣︎ Loving Marc Spector 🔥🌩🌿🌒

Marc Spector x GN!Reader ◦ Being Marc Spector’s partner wasn’t easy, but you would rather cease to exist than wish it was any other way.

TW: Borderline toxic relationship

♣︎ Hate to Love You 🌩

Marc Spector x GN!Reader ◦ There is a deeper reason as to why Marc Spector never came around to like you, and when a mission ends horribly wrong, Marc is forced to confront you and his feelings. Would he rather face them or run away from you?

♣︎ The Sky, a Colourful Mess 🌿🌼

The Moon Boys x Desi!Fem!Reader ◦ Celebrating this year's Diwali with your family and your boyfriends. Guiding your boyfriends through Indian culture and customs, which you know can be quite overwhelming. Indian family and neurodivergent western boyfriend bonding time!

❨MCU Headcanons❩

♣︎ The Moon Boys and Kamala Khan 🌼

If the Moon Boys and Kamala Khan ever meet, what will their relationships be like? How good or bad will their dynamics be?

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punemy-spotted · 3 years

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In This Life and the Next — Chapter 1

It was Asleep in the Veins

Summary: They remember, but you forget. You can run from the ties that bind, but it'll be right into their arms.

Pairings: Immortal!Zemo x Reader; Immortal!Steve Rogers x Reader; Immortal!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is Desi and Muslim Coded

Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT; Rape/Non-Con Elements; Deeply, Deeply Dark; Character Death Involved; Dubious Consent; Dark!Steve; Dark!Bucky; Dark!Zemo; Political/Mafia Elements; Obsessive/Manipulative Lovers; Workplace Sexual Harassment/Assault; Political Corruption; Slight Cosmic Horror

Notes: Sometimes my writing has a playlist and this time it just has a song, please enjoy Lahu Munh Lag Gaya while reading this. This is a fic that is going to be dark and as it develops, more warnings may be added. Please read at your own discretion and let me know if more things need to be tagged.

All of my work is 18+ Only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT. I do not consent to my work being posted anywhere besides Tumblr or Ao3 and I post my work there myself. Do not copy, translate, or repost any of my content.

What is pride, but the precedent before the fall?

How far will you fall, sweetling, before time brings you back to me?

It is in your blood.

It is the red earth under your racing feet, the heavy humidity of promised rain, the dhol-beat of your thudding heart. You can try to run from it — you do, sometimes — but it draws you back, draws you in, draws you home.

(The further you run, the tighter we will hold you.)

The open terrace is an invitation, the waiting archway is a portal — it only takes one step.

You always do this, don’t you? Your own little game, the running. When you love wolves, you might as well make yourself prey, racing down these sun-bright halls and daring them, sweetness, daring them to reach out of the shadows and take hold.

(Run, rabbit, run, but we are patient and we are watching…)

He lives there, in the corner of your memory, a promise and a threat. I will always find you.

So let him, little treasure, and paint your skin with the memory of his fingertips. Remind him, as he reminds you.

Let him come to you, let him chase you down the ramparts and catch you in the courtyard. Let him wrap his arms around your waist and twirl you in the air, let him hear the song of your laugh I have memorized you like a prayer, whispered into the crook of your neck.

He is sweetness. He is warmth, he is a memory you treasure in the dark.

He is dead.

Pay no attention to the dark clouds on the horizon.

Pay no attention to the shadows on his face.

He will love you — don’t you see, don’t you understand how you are mine — but he will use you, little lamb, until you are spent. You are a lifetime, a fire, and he will take all the light you have to offer and you will place your tombstone in the graveyard that is his heart.

You will forget.

He will not.

The red threads can be a noose too, if you aren’t careful, and sweetling you can never be too careful around him.

So run.

Run until your legs crumple, until you are too tired to crawl. Run because once you do he will not stop.

(Lips touched lips and through them touched blood…)

He has tasted the blood of your love, sweetling, do you truly think he’ll ever set you free?

The scream comes from your own throat.

You’re awake now, bathed in the light of the morning, panting from the last vestiges of the nightmare you have woken up from every morning for the past three weeks. Frantic, you reach for your neck like you’ve done every morning for the past three weeks, searching for blood.

And like every morning for the past three weeks, your hand comes away clean.

But you remember it don’t you, the jaws around your throat, biting down until you go limp in their grip? Run, rabbit, run…

You’re so tired of being afraid.

Your alarm is set to go off in thirty minutes, but you know you won’t be able to fall asleep in that time. Groaning softly, you roll out of bed and set it to snooze for the day lest it interrupts your shower. The lies you tell yourself about clearing your head this way will guide you through the rest of your routine.

You ache. A soreness in your bones, familiar and strange all at once. Running, constantly, from something you cannot explain or articulate, dreams you mull over and fail to understand. And then waking, frantic and screaming, begging for your life to thin air before the reality sinks in and you come to terms with this false safety.

The water of the shower does little to ease it, but it’s enough. Enough to push you through the rest of getting ready, reluctantly.

This life could have, should have, perhaps even would have been a fairytale. The culmination of your strife, years of clawing your way six feet out of that grave of constant study, exhaustion embedded in your bones, all to become this. All to stand at the right hand of the Man-Who-Could-Be-President, all to bring him coffee and papers and write the talking points of his speeches and make yourself Invaluable to the Movement you are so sureyou believe in.

Were.

Were so sure you believed in.

It’s a slow siege.

One piece of armor, then the next.

(Bet that lipstick leaves a mark.)

You stopped wearing red to work, settling for neutral lip balm and pretending it didn’t leave you vulnerable.

(It’s nice of you to dress the part.)

Those tailored suits you once loved wearing so much now sit as moth food in the back of your closet as you drape yourself in the ill-fitting and ill-designed.

(You have such lovely hair.)

Lovely, sitting messily in a clip so his fingers can never run through raven tresses again.

Look at you.

Look at you, standing in the mirror. Is this what you are? Is this what you want to be? Is this what your promise and ambition have led you to become, shadowed and cowering in your clothes? Where is your violence, where is your passion, where is the fire?

Who are you now, lamb-to-the-slaughter, lost sheep, girl in the woods?

You wake, you dress, you stare at yourself in the mirror again and in your heart, weep.

Baron, welcome, thank you for coming by. The brush of a hand against the nape of your neck has you turning from your desk and the papers strewn across it, facing yet more wolves in this den of your prison. The Senator gestures for you to stand and you do, keeping your gaze from his hungry eyes as yours scan over the guests he’s brought by.

Familiar faces.

And not, all at once. You know those shapes, the sly curve of that smile, the effortless tousle of brown hair and yet you don’t. Like seeing them in pieces, placed on the same canvas but sparking no proper recognition.

May I introduce you to the newest member of our staff, Miss… he pulls you in as he speaks, the smile on his face too wide and too warm to be anything but hiding fangs and you can feel the want pulsing through each word as he introduces you.

Ignore him.

Ignore the pressure of his hands on your shoulders, giving you a squeeze as he stands you in front of him like a trophy. Focus on the man in front of you, and the icy curiosity in his eyes.

Good morning, Baron Zemo there, that’s the name, and yet it sits wrong on your tongue, like there’s more to him that you know and don’t all at once, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Practice it. Steady it. Measure the words like you don’t feel the pressure on your shoulder, like you aren’t looking for any excuse to escape that roaming grip.

Does he see? Does he see the way you writhe in your own mind, crawling and raw and desperate? Is that way his gaze hardens when he glances idly to the senator and then back to you? It is my pleasure. And coffee, if you please — three, no need for cream or sugar.

Of course.

A man like him would hardly come alone and there they are, stepping in from the periphery of your vision, towering behind their employer. One dark-haired and the other blond, wearing armor and scowls and so very familiar. You know those eyes, ice and steel, and yet you don’t and — memories burst like bubbles to the pin of the very present reality of the Senator’s hand sliding down your upper arm, fingers brushing your chest you are not safe.

Choose. Now. Fight, flight, or freeze? Let them see the glittering fear behind your glasses and hope they’ll save you?

Stupid girl, don’t you know?

No one can save you but yourself.

Wrench yourself from the grip on your shoulder, stalk over to the coffeepot. Just past the Baron-who-isn’t My apologies, I must be in your way.

No, no, of course not, please make yourself comfortable.

Keep it bright.

Keep it chipper.

Don’t look back at the hungry eyes following you, don’t think about it, don’t let them see your spine be anything but titanium, don’t let the—the hand on your wrist is black-gloved and unyielding, spinning you around to face steel eyes and harsh finality We’ll take care of it.

Right.

Of course.

Sergeant Barnes, please. We need not frighten our friends. Baron Zemo’s voice is silk and warmth and you should not feel so safe in the honeysweetness.

The glove leaves your wrist. Sergeant Barnes? Stands still as a statue and you step back. They’ll take care of it, and they do. The other of the two, technically, pouring coffee and trading mugs until all five of you are warming your hands with fresh-brewed caffeine.

Senator. Shall we?

You’re alone. Baron Zemo slips into the Senator’s office and the door closes with a snap, leaving you in the presence of solemn and silent.

You should get back to work.

You should say something.

You should do a good many things.

So do it.

Work it is. You can feel the eyes on you, somewhere between curious and suspicious, while you shuffle papers and try to focus on the email you were drafting. Focus.

Focus.

Don’t look back.

Don’t look at the office door.

Don’t do anything but stare at those papers, write those emails.

Focus.

You should run, rabbit.

The silence comes with whispers, winding around your ear like curls of smoke, bidding you turn around and look at the statues behind you, search their faces, ask them questions. You have so many, sweet and polite, where is your chatter?

It’s an hour before the office door opens and Helmut Zemo’s honeysweet voice filters to your ears, I’m sure your Sokovian-American constituents will be quite pleased by the bill, Senator. We shall have to honor you for your dedication to our shared people at the embassy.

You stand without thinking, usually so used to only moving when the Senator bids you — mostly to keep yourself out of his grip — but the draw of his voice is undeniable. Like a moth to a flame, you burn your wings to please and meet the watchers’ icy eyes as you wait for the beacon to step into view.

He sees you. So thorough and careful, a feigned warmth around his countenance as eyes flicker over you. Searching. Hungry. You know to avoid the gaze of men like him and so you do, looking just past his face enough to hide your discomfort. Thank you for coming, Baron Zemo. We’re thrilled to have your support. Please let us know how we can be of assistance while you’re in the city.

You will regret those words, in time.

But for now? For now the Baron takes your hand and offers you a thin smile, bowing to press gentle lips to your knuckles, ignoring the way you flinch. It has been my pleasure, my dear.

It’s when he turns that you feel it. The pain in your left hand, drawing your eyes down to the threaded ring around your finger, now tight and burning. The drumbeat from your nightmares starts up again, thudding hard in your ears as your eyes follow the red thread stemming from them.

To the three men now walking out of the room.

Run, rabbit, run.

#helmut zemo x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #helmut zemo x you #bucky barnes x you #steve rogers x you #original female desi character #soulmate au #dark!fic

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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Happily Ever After - 2

Paring: dark!Steve x desi!reader

Summary: You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers

Words: 4k

Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, smut, loss of virginity, breeding kink (I think), 18+ ONLY

A/N: huge huge huge thanks to @donutloverxo for the inspiration of this chapter. I swear I may have written it, but most ideas belong to the wonderful girl Berry! You’re a sweetheart!

Part 1 (can be read as standalone but maybe read the previous part)

MASTERLIST

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You felt sick as you gazed at the Avengers Compound, the whole building lit up with lights and decorated with flowers. Steve took your hand in his, a grin on his face as he led you past the beautiful rangolis in your welcome. You tried to take your hand away from his and he tutted.

“Now wife,” He seemed to love using that title, “don’t be a brat. Look how warmly everyone has come to welcome and congratulate us.”

You followed his gaze to the main door which were ajar, your new family waiting for you. You couldn’t help the scowl on your face when you noticed everyone was donning desi attire, not in the least bit bothered about how this wedding actually came to be. The tinkling of your anklets echoed as you approached the smiling avengers, a huge cheer booming for your welcome. Bucky stepped away from behind you and joined the crowd at your front, taking the aarti ki thali from Nat and wiggling his brows. He rotated the plate in front of you and Steve, showering you with flower petals. You bared your teeth at him, only making him smile wider.

Steve chuckled at you, leaning down to brush a very soft kiss on your brow and your jerked away.

“Be a good wife and kick the pot” He said pointing at the floor. You looked down and your mouth parted in surprise at the rice filled kalash on the doorstep, waiting for you to gently kick it inside. Steve really had outdone himself, read up on every small detail of your culture. You wondered if he knew the symbolism of this and glanced at his smug face from the corner of your eyes. He winked at you and you breathed sharply, kicking the kalash harder than necessary and sending the rice in it flying inside. The avengers clapped and cheered as you took a step inside, but before you could do more Steve swept you in his arms.

“Steve!” You shouted, arms automatically coming to hold him around the neck as he carried you over the threshold. Your heavy lehenga didn’t deter him, and he walked in with you with barely any effort.

“Some of your traditions darling, some of mine.” He whispered in your ear and you dunked your head in embarrassment as he took you towards the elevator to his floor. You didn’t bother glancing at the laughing people surrounding you, each of them as depraved as your husband.

Husband

It hadn’t sunk in yet that you were married to Steve Rogers, but as he carried you inside the elevator and the doors shut behind you both, fear gathered in your heart. You chanced a look up at his face, finding his cobalt blue eyes already locked on your face. The nervousness in your eyes just amused him more and he bit his lip before licking them.

“You’re going to love the room, I had Nat and Wanda decorate it for us.” He said once he finally set you down on your feet on reaching his floor. You wrung your hands uneasily, the truth of what lay ahead making you want to puke. Steve glanced at you, quirking a brow when you didn’t come forward.

“There are more rituals left, wedding games to be played.” You said softly, trying to stall a little more. Steve snickered at your obvious attempt to delay the night and he came forward to pull you in by your arms. He’d undone the top few buttons of his Sherwani, and you blinked as his chest barely peeked from the gap.

“We’ll play all the games that you want, fulfill all your customs and rituals wife. But tomorrow. I’ve waited too long to have you to wait another night.” His mouth met yours suddenly, huge bulky arms holding yours and restricting your movements. You hummed into the kiss, trying to shake your head but Steve held fast, parting your mouth with his tongue and deepening it. When he pulled away you were panting, hands trembling slightly as they rested on his massive chest.

Taking your hand in his, he pulled and your feet reluctantly dragged behind him, slipping slightly on the polished floor. Steve surprised you by not taking you to the bedroom but in the kitchen, leaving you only to pull out a saucer from his cabinet and the carton of milk from his fridge. His smile had turned mischievous and you backed away from until you met the cold marble counter at your back.

“Gotta say darling, your culture is amazing. They look after their men, don’t they? Like making them milk with aphrodisiac spices to maintain stamina at night?”

You shook your head when he looked at you expectantly, pointing at the milk and spices. When you didn’t move, he came forward and clutched your waist, the bare flesh between your blouse and lehenga meeting his warm hands and breaking into gooseflesh.

“Why must you make everything so difficult, huh? Just make me the goddamn milk.” He hissed, standing so close that your chest brushed his. You trembled as his eyes grew annoyed and jumped into action when he pinched your waist, making you squeal. You turned around and out of his hold, gathering almonds and saffron and quickly grinding them together in a pestle. As you worked you could feel Steve’s warmth at your back, his hand sneaking out to hold you from under your chest.

“Steve, I am cooking.” You complained felt his chest rumble in laughter behind you. He rested his head on yours, caging you against the kitchen counter with his massive body. Somehow, his body heat felt warmer than the steam rising from the boiling milk on the stove from your front. As you added your spices to the milk, watching it turn from white to pale yellow, one of Steve’s hand unclasped the heavy jewelry from your neck. Your eyes squeezed shut as his touch roamed over your back and traced the column of your neck, his breath hitting you right behind your ears and making you shiver.

“I don’t need this milk for stamina, you make me hard for days, but I am honoring your culture. You’ll be such a good wife to me, I’ll make sure of it.” He said and pressed a searing kiss on the juncture of your throat, his hands clutching you tight to him. Your breath became labored as his lips trailed over your shoulder and you wiggled. He let you go so you could pour him the saffron milk, smirking as he sipped it.

“You wanna feel magic?” He asked, taking your hand and pressing it to his crotch. A whimper escaped your lips as his hardness swelled beneath your palm, his own hand over yours keeping it in place. You begged him with your eyes to let you go, but he simply pressed harder in your hand and let out a groan.

“Steve, please.” You pleaded when Steve put down his empty glass beside you and trapped you against the counter. His breath washed over your parted lips and you could taste it on your own tongue. His hands wound around you, pulling you flush to his chest until there was nothing in between.

“You look so pretty when you beg me” He breathed. Your head was cradled in his chest, hands fisting his sherwani when a few errant tears dropped past. Steve touched the wetness on your cheeks, spreading it with the pad of him thumbs over your face. “God, what a mess you’ll make with this makeup as I make you choke on me. Look at this tiny mouth, darling.”

A discomforted whine tore free from you when he pushed two fingers inside your mouth, spreading them apart to stretch open your lips. The ends of your mouth arched, his thick digits pressing over your wet tongue, making you gag. He laughed at that, wiping his wet fingers softly over your lips before chastely kissing your forehead.

“Come, lets go christen our house.”

Your heart was thudding painfully in your chest and your bangles clinked together as you fought him. It was ridiculous how insignificant your strength was compared to him, how easily he could pull you along just like a toy. Your cries pierced the air, but your husband simply shoved you inside the bedroom and shut the door. Even with terror flowing in your veins, a begrudging appreciation was apparent as you looked at what would be your bedroom.

The whole room was fragrant with flowers, several chains of flower hanging over the bed and making a beautiful canopy overhead. The bed itself was decorated with rose petals, and soft candles were sputtering in every corner. Your breath hitched in your throat as your stared at the room, the sheer domesticity and beauty of it feeling like a taunt. The ugly nature of your union with Steve was about to sully the piousness of this night, and you resisted the urge to tear away every decoration hanging from the ceiling.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Steve purred in your ear, his hands coming to hold your from behind. His hardness ground in your lower back, and you sniffed as you felt his teeth nip your earlobe.

“Please don’t do this Steve.” Begging him was your last resort, you’d already lost your dignity. But you’d give away the last shred of it to save your innocence. “You promised you love me, please don’t do this. Give me some time.”

Steve turned you around to face him, your chin in his finger and thumb as he peered deep in your eyes. The blue in his had given way to a darker hue, almost black as lust invaded his senses. He pushed you back towards the bed, not looking away from your face for one second.

“Time? Baby, this night should have come months ago. You should have been on your knees for me that night I first I asked you, but you had to be a fucking bitch about it. But no matter, I’ve got you now. You can worship me now.”

The back of your knees met the mattress and you sat on the edge of the bed, looking up fearfully at Steve who was methodically removing his clothes. His eyes seemed glued to your form as he unveiled his body to you, carelessly throwing away his clothes. You gulped in fear, eyes moist when you realized what would happen.

“Don’t look like that honey. Consider them lessons as a wife in training. A good wife should always know how to pleasure her man.”

He finally pushed down his boxers, his cock bouncing out and hard, pointing right at you with its weeping head. You stifled another gasp because it looked so red and angry. And huge. Its head was mushroom shaped, leaking dewy pre-cum from its slit, the roundness of it so huge you wanted to bolt away. Steve chuckled as he took in your reaction to his cock, his fist enveloping his length to stroke up and down, pulling on the soft skin.

“Don’t worry honey, it will fit. That’s my job to make sure it does. You…You just need to suck.”

You closed your eyes, hoping you’ll escape the terror this way. It was just like you were a kid again hiding under your blanket, believing that if you couldn’t see the horrors, they’d stop existing. Those silly notions however remained in your childhood when you felt his heavy tool slap your face lightly, some of its wetness sticking to your cheek. Strong fingers grasped your jaw, forcing it open and Steve pushed into your mouth slowly. A sinful moan emanated from him, your mouth holding his pulsing length in your warmth.

“Open your eyes, let me gaze at your soul as I make your body mine.”

You blinked at him with watery eyes, your hands pushing against his thighs when he thrust in deeper. His hands were in your hair, helping you bob up and down as you slobbered over him, your saliva dribbling down to his balls. Pleasured grunts kept leaving Steve’s open mouth as painful whimpers left yours. He was so huge you could barely take half of him, the corners of your mouth cracking open a little due to his girth.

“Just like that honey, suck a little harder – Yesss! Now press that tongue on my underside…Just like that, yeah.”

You tried to breath through your nose, following his commands that made it a little easier. Your tears had pooled at the point of your chin, dripping down slowly. Steve pulled out of your mouth suddenly, pinching his cock a little with a pained expressed, relaxing after a minute.

“You’ll learn to swallow me later, but tonight my cum is going straight in that cunt of yours.”

Your eyes widened in terror, the mascara and makeup smudged all over your face casting you a pitiful creature. Steve to your surprise gently started removing the numerous jewelries from your body, his hands soft as they reached the hundreds of pins keeping your hair up.

“Steve, I – I don’t want a baby. Not yet.” You said and he shot you a cheeky smile.

“I don’t too, not yet.” He assured you, still detangling your hair with utmost care. “I want you to myself for some time, need you only for my pleasure. I am not ready to share you with a squealing brat anytime soon, even if that brat is mine.”

Your scalp hurt as it was finally free off the accessories, and Steve massaged it with his fingers. Why was he being so sweet all of a sudden? You peeked at him with a confused expression on your face, the pout on your lip making him coo.

“Believe what you will Y/n, I have loved you most ardently. It may not seem like that now, but it is true.”

His words should have soothed you, given you hope about the grim marriage you were forced in, but instead they made you mad. How could a man be so ignorant to think his obsession as love? How could any person in the world treat someone they love as Steve did to you? You drew in an angry breath, a curse hissed from between your teeth before you punched his stomach. Steve staggered back, more from surprise than the force behind your weak punch. His own angry eyes met yours in challenge and you were thrown in the center of the bed before you realized it.

“You dumb bitch!” He seethed, his body hovering over yours and trembling with barely suppressed rage. “I’ve tried to be fucking gentle with you, but if you want to act like a spoiled brat, then that’s how I’ll goddamn treat you!”

Two hands grabbed your blouse and pulled, the ripping noise echoing in the room as your beautiful blouse gave out at the seams and split. You cried out under him, breasts spilling free and bouncing. He didn’t seem to feel your hands pushing on his bare chest, too busy to remove your heavy, multi layered lehenga. When he finally removed the offending garment, he settled over you, his heavy cock hitting your clothed center. You were trembling in a mix of fear, nausea, and anger. The spare few bangles on your wrists merrily jingled as you struggled with the kiss forced on your lips, Steve’s lips travelling down from there to your throat, leaving teeth marks in their wake.

“You are too wild my wife, but I know how to tame a fiery dame. I’ll show you how to worship your man.”

The heat of his mouth enveloped your hardening nipple, his tongue swirling around it. You keened under him, your tears leaving black mascara tracks over your cheeks and spilling on the pristine white bed sheet beneath. Rose petals crushed under your body, their sweet smell the most offending thing to greet you in this moment.

“Stop it! Please!” You begged, not because it was too painful but just the opposite. The captain on the field was also a captain in bed, leading your body in a journey of sweet sweet pleasure that had you mewling as his mouth descended. You didn’t want this feeling, this excitement that coursed through your body and settled like simmering heat deep in your womb. You didn’t want to let out that moan when Steve ripped off your panties and licked your drenched core.

“Oh good lord, you take like heaven. My angel, my beacon of light, so sweet like honey.”

His words affected you as much as his tongue, your lust addled brain taking his sweet praises directly to your heart and warming you up for him. As you writhed under him, felt his supple tongue dip inside you and around your hard nub, you pondered over the irony. By all means, he was your husband. Forced as the marriage may have been, it was conducted with full rites in the holy witness of agni (fire) and with proper rituals. Was this why you felt this way? Because somewhere, in some deep recess of your twisted mind you accepted the role as his wife, as his other half whose sanctified role was to serve and please him?

Your body drew up in an arch, eyes snapping open as you howled your release in the air, your juices spilling directly in Steve’s mouth who slurped them away with relish. The maintained the eye contact as he licked the last of your essence had your walls clenching around nothing and you drank in the erotic sight of his massive body between your thick thighs, his blond hair askew.

“You see how good we can be Y/n? How good I can make you feel?”

He pushed a finger in your still slightly pulsing channel, rubbing along your spongy walls to help you open. He was so thick, so meaty that you’ll pass out from the pain if unprepared. Another finger entered, and you threw your head back, sobbing and confused from the conflicting emotions inside you. You felt him scissor you open, your untouched entrance straining under the pressure and a pained hiss escaping you.

“Just a little more my darling, need to loosen you up.”

He climbed up your body, bringing his face over yours and kissing you deep. You responded without thinking, tasting yourself on his tongue as he moaned. When you felt him line up along your entrance, your hands shot out to take hold of his shoulders, squeezing.

“Condom. Please, you said no kids.” You begged and Steve kissed you again, brushing his nose against yours.

“Our first-time won’t be with a layer between. I want to feel you, and nothing will come in the middle of this union. In fact, nothing will ever come between us. I’ll get you on birth control, but I am not wearing rubber. My seed will always find their end deep inside you.”

You shook your head, fisting his hair to get his attention.

“Steve please, don’t do this. Its too much of a risk…You have a very potent DNA. You’re enhanced.”

Steve ignored your words, reaching down to align himself again and starting to push in. You scrunched your eyes shut as his bulbous head barely started stretching your walls, your pathetic sniffles fanning his neck.

“Listen to me well, you don’t tell me what to do. I will always have you as I want, whenever I want. Your job is to present for me, be ready for me with a wet cunt to slide right in.”

And he did just that. He fed in every inch of this thick cock in your core, tearing through the flimsy barrier that made you cry out loud. You were sobbing in his chest, holding onto the one responsible for the pain in the first place. When you felt his pelvis flush against yours, you buried you head in his neck, begging him to stay still.

“Shh baby, its okay. It had to happen. It won’t hurt in a little while.” He soothed you, distracting you with little kisses all along your face and collarbone. You looked at him with watery eyes, not knowing how to feel about him as he sat balls deep inside you. It was when he reached between your bodies and drew back bloody fingers that your heart contracted in sorrow. Your virtue, all but snatched from you.

“Look at you staining the white bedsheet with the proof of your innocence. You saved yourself for your husband, and here is your reward.” Steve murmured and your walls trembled when he sucked your virgin blood in his mouth. You breathed deeply, gazing into his eyes and your hands traveled to his back, the thick muscles rippling under your touch.

“If I bleed, so will you!” You declared and with that you dug your nails in his flesh and raked them down his back in vengeance, his pained screech followed by just as painful a thrust. He moved inside you like a demon, pushing into your body as if trying to come out of the other end. Both your voices rose in the air along with pants, your nails digging deeper in his back and a small stream of blood poured over the curve of his back and met the white sheets.

“You!” Steve hissed, kissing you, fucking you. His hands travelled the expanse of your curves, dipping into every crevice and his hard cock scratched your walls deliciously. “You make me so fucking mad. I want to kill you, but I want to kill you by giving you so much love, so much pleasure.”

As his words became unintelligible, his thrusts harder and deeper, your voice higher, the coil in your gut tightened and tightened until it finally snapped and your heat clutched him in a velvet grip, milking his cock. Steve groaned, his head falling in the crook of your neck as he breathed heavily, the last of his cum painting your womb.

You lay beneath his heaving body, your blood staining his cock while his stained your hands. You matched the fire in his eyes with the glowing embers in yours, and a smile tugged on his lips as he delicately pulled out. You winced in pain, a chocked noise coming from you that made him wince in return. He reached over the other side of the bed, pulling out a basin from underneath and a wet towel. You watched in awe as he slowly, almost reverently cleaned between your legs, soft hushes cooed to you in a kind voice.

“You don’t see it yet, but you need me just as much as I need you. Fire like yours, it can only be matched by someone like me. You’ll burn every other man to a crisp, but me? I like that burn, I challenge your fire. We are made for each other, for no other woman could have taken me like you just did.”

You turned away from him, him and his words that made shame wash over you. How wantonly you had responded to his touch, how ferociously you had clawed his back like a tigress, subconsciously leaving your mark on him as he did on you. You felt his warm, sweaty body curl against you from behind, holding you close.

“I love you” He confessed again. “I will always love you, despite the glare of your eyes and venom of your words. I will always come back to you, just like you will to me. You’re not leaving me wife, not now, not ever.”

Your husband gathered you in his massive arms, cocooning you in his warmth and love as the last of your tears dried. He let you sniffle, hand running through your damp hair in a loving caress.

“I won’t take your name.” You suddenly blurted and Steve’s form shook behind you with silent laughter. His arms tightened around your middle, his semi hard cock nestling between the plump cheeks of your bottom.

“Take it? My dear, you talk like I ever gave you the option. The future for us Rogers seems to be bright indeed.”

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 2 years

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Rain of love

pairing: Steve Rogers x Desi/ South Asian Reader

words: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (no explicit smut) Angst, fluff, happy ending, steamy moments, rainfall, kissing, making out (sort of), implied jealousy (??)

a/n: Hi cuties!! this one is dedicated to all my beautiful Desi / South Asian queens out there. EVERYONE CAN READ! I really really hope you like it, this is my first time writing for a desi reader. Also the song “Zara Zara” is one of my favourite songs ever. So again, I really hope everyone likes it! Let me know if you do. Do tag or share this your Desi/South Asian friends if you like it.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated

Lyrics in Bolt Italics

Song Used/ Song Inspiration:

An air of melancholy surrounds you, while standing on the terrace, soaked in rain. The loud music coming from inside, fading out. Rain, your only relief right now, heavy drops against your soft skin, washing away the emotions you’re desperately trying to get rid of.

“Hey” comes a soft voice from inside, close yet feels so far. You won’t turn to face him, not in this state, not when you’re eyes, your lips and every inch of your face will open your heart to him. Not after realising how everything you felt in your heart doesn’t reach his, how it feels like a one-way route that leads to a dead-end.

“You’ll get sick” is there a hint of concern? Or is it irritation? Or just the responsibility of being the Captain, looking out for everyone. “Come inside”. You don’t move, still facing away, looking at the city. Silence growing between the two of you.

“Everyone left, and the team has retired to their rooms for the night” You can hear footsteps, the voice now louder. His hand on your shoulder, shivers go down your body, even the rain didn’t have that effect on your skin.

“Let’s go in, come on” Steve rubs your shoulder softly. Your dark hair is drenched wet, sticking to your skin. It’s pretty dark now, rainfall making in darker, city lights glimmering. When you don’t move, you hear a deep breath coming from Steve.

He turns you around, you look down, he holds your chin, tilting your face up to make you look at him. Gently stroking your face, as if to learn it by heart. An artist’s touch maybe? His touch feels hot, contrast to your current state.

Strands of dark wet hair on your face, you look like a beautiful painting, a work of art, Steve thinks, but you don’t know that. What you know is that you won’t ever be good enough for Steve Rogers, or rather it’s what you think. He pushes the loose strands of hair behind your ears.

You still don’t talk. Not a word from your mouth. But your mind is racing, one of your favourite hindi songs comes to your mind.

Yuhi Baras Baras

Kaali Ghata Barse

Hum Yaar Bheeg Jaaye

Iss Chaahat Ki Baarish Mein

Meri Khuyli Khuli Lato Ko Suljhaye

Tu Apni Ungliyon Se

Main To Hoon Isi Khwaayish Mein

You close your eyes shut. Can’t bear to look at the man who has the power to win your heart in seconds and break it even quicker. Everything that you used to think means something, the small talks, the shared smiles, the happy times, probably doesn’t mean much to him. If it does, then why would he dance with that girl in the party like that? Or are trying to make excuses for the fear of rejection?

“Look at me, please” You don’t.

“Fine” Steve tells you.

Suddenly you don’t feel the ground below your feet. You feel strong arms around your thighs and stomach. Legs dangling slightly. Your hands-

You open your eyes to see your hands gripping Steve’s shirt tightly while he carries you inside, bridal style. He is drenched too. His wet shirt felt comforting against your fingers.

Steve puts you down only after he takes you to your room. You immediately miss the warm contact, suddenly too aware of your drenched state, you feel cold.

Steve turns to leave and you want to stop him. As if he can listen to your thoughts, he stops in his tracks, but still doesn’t face you.

“I-“ he tries to form a sentence instead of blabbering everything he wants to express to you. “The person I care about the most, the only person I have feelings for, is the one who is not talking to me right now” He stands there, clenching his fist.

Until you hold his hand and he feels relaxed, unclenching his fist.

“Steve, I-“

He turns to look at you, your dark brown eyes look mesmerising, even if brimmed with tears.

“I feel like I don’t deserve you.” You murmur

“You’re right, you deserve so much better”

Is that what he thinks? Is that why whenever you felt something could happen, you felt him trying to pull himself away from you?

“Steve”

You stand on your tip toes, leaning in, hoping he won’t pull away, he doesn’t.

Steve crashes his lips against yours, you let him control it, he does.

You melt in the kiss as his tongue explores your mouth beautifully, always the artist’s touch.

His strong arms holding you close to his body, inspite of the wet clothes, you could feel the warmth from your bodies.

Steve pulls away looking at those beautiful eyes again, then your swollen lips, he traces it with his thumb.

“I love you, so much” Steve opens his heart to you.

“I love you too, so much. So much that it hurts when you’re far, when you’re not with me, when you pull yourself away from me, Steve” It’s your turn now.

He kisses you again, this time trailing kisses from your mouth to the corner of your lips, your jaw, your neck. He licks and kisses your neck to his heart’s content. You grip at his blonde hair.

“Stay, please” You plead.

He nods.

You start unbuttoning his wet shirt. After asking for permission. You remove it.

His body is glistening. You plant a soft kiss on his chest. His breathing gets heavier.

You hold his hand and take him to the bed, stopping just at the edge.

“Wait here, I still have your t-shirt and shorts that I borrowed. I’ll bring them, get changed.”

“I’ll wear the shorts, you wear my t-shirt” he tells you with a slight authority in his voice. You bite your lip, before getting him the shorts and going to the bathroom to get rid of your wet clothes.

You look at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, wearing his t-shirt. A soft smile on your face.

When you come out, you find him already lying on the bed wearing nothing but his shorts. You stand in front of him, wearing only his t-shirt and your undergarments. Steve looks at you from head to toe. Again and again before he feels he has taken everything in.

You join him on the bed, he pulls you closer to him. You rest your head against his chest, his heart beat calms you down. You pull the blanket to cover you both nicely.

“I am sorry if I’ve hurt you, Sunshine” You smile at the nickname. He called you sunshine for the first time on a sunny day, when the sun made your skin glow into the most beautiful colour Steve had ever seen. Your warmth felt like sunshine.

“It’s okay Stevie.” You nuzzle your head against his chest as he softly strokes your back.

In this moment of togetherness and closeness, that song plays your mind again.

Sardi Ki Raaton Mein

Hum Soye Rahe Ek Chaadar Mein

Hum Dono Tanha Ho

Na Koi Bhi Rahe Is Ghar Mein

You hum the tune softly.

“What song is it?” Steve asks, you smile.

“The one that was made for this moment.”

He kisses the top of your head as you both surrender yourself to slumber, bodies wrapped with each other.

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English translation of the lyrics (even though the feel is stronger in the original words)

Yun hi baras baras kaali ghata barse

Let the dark clouds pour

Hum yaar bheeg jaaye

Let us get drenched

Is chahat ki baarish mein

In this rain of love

Meri khuli khuli latton ko suljhaye

May you straighten my open hair

Tu apni ungliyon se

With your fingers

Main toh hoon issi khwaish mein

This is my only desire

Sardi ki raaton mein

In the cold nights

Hum soye rahe ek chaadar mein

Let us sleep together under one blanket

Hum dono tanha ho

May both of us be alone

Na koi bhi rahe is ghar mein

And may there be no one in this house

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brandycranby · 3 years

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By Your Mouth and Mine

Summary: Steve wants nothing more but to taste everything the 21st century has to offer. Even you.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Asian/Desi!reader (dark-haired, dark-eyed; no skin tone mentioned)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: PG13 rating, no explicit content; HOWEVER, IF YOU ARE READING THIS WORK OR ANYTHING ELSE ON MY BLOG, YOU AGREE THAT YOU ARE 18 OR OLDER. PLEASE DO NOT COPY/REPOST/REPLICATE MY WORK ON ANY OTHER SITE.

A/N: this is my first Steeb fic, big thank you and smooches to @punemy-spotted for beta-ing for me 💕💗💞 moodboard by me, dividers by @firefly-graphics

You teach him about mangoes one day in June when the fruit sellers on Canal Street are colored red, green, and yellow in the kaleidoscope of their umbrellas. With him hovering over your shoulder, you pick out six the same size of your hand, almost miniature in his. Their skin is a smooth gold, feathered with green like new grass.

Steve makes note of them but is laden down with a dozen other treasures of his own choosing, each ensconced in their own little plastic bag. Fruits in the 21st century are no sweeter than those in the forties but there are so many new kinds compared to the simple selection he remembers. You’ve decided to take him on an adventure of trying every single one.

Some are tucked away against his chest, others hanging from his arms. A bag of longan fruit dangles from the crook of his pinky finger.

The mangoes go inside your rice container. You bury them with reverence, smoothing grains of jasmine rice on top, feeling the rough drag of granules against your palms. They’ll ripen with time.

For now, you close the cabinet and spy your neighbor still hovering in the kitchen doorway. There’s a large round pear in his hand, all the way from Seoul, and a trickle of juice at the corner of his mouth. His lip quirk with sheepish delight.

“I couldn’t wait,” he murmurs before offering you a bite.

You accept with a whispered ‘thanks’ and bring his hand to your mouth. The skin is taut, breaking with a snap under your teeth. For a moment, you chew, tongue darting out to lap at the juice welling up from the bite you inflicted. You feel his eyes on you, the quickening of his breathing, and keep yours down, trained on the fruit. To look up now would be too intimate.

There’s a line that hasn’t been crossed yet, one separating you from being neighbors and close friends to something more. Why else have you saved the mangoes?

So you chew and allow him to pull away, slipping out the door with a faint ‘see you’ and back next door. So you wait and you wait for a day that is right.

Until close to a week has passed and you hear his door slam shut, shaking your small apartment with the force of it. Hear the litany of muttered curses and the sound of a duffel bag being flung on the floor floating through the walls.

Steve is angry — no, furious. Possibly. He’s not quite sure what he’s feeling at the moment, so many thoughts swirling through his head. How he should organize next week’s training schedules, if he should consider a replacement, you and the intense - inappropriate - desire he has for you, tamped down each time you come over. He sighs, the summer heat sits heavily on him and all he wants to do is flop on his painfully small sofa and just lie there.

But there’s a knocking on the door and it’s you.

He knows it’s you, can feel your singular thrum of nervous energy through the door and hear your soft rabbit breaths. He swallows his anxiety and opens the door.

There you stand in your soft cotton clothes, your dark hair mussed and falling out of whatever style you had it in earlier. A few wisps flutter into your face as you let yourself in, kicking your shoes off in the entrance hall. He looks down at your slip-ons, briefly dwelling on how small they are next to his trainers. Dinosaur feet, you’ve accused him before, he has dinosaur feet.

Steve spies the small bowl in your hand and sees the unknown fruit in it. Interest piqued, he follows you into his kitchen and obediently sits down at the table while you rummage through his drawers for something. There are five in the bowl, he counts, and he holds one experimentally, noting the faint wrinkling, the gentle curve of the fruit, its soft soft skin glowing gold under the ceiling lights. He fills his mind with it, the brilliant color peppered with little spots, imperfections like freckles.

“It’s a honey mango,” you say, setting down a paring knife and taking one from the bowl. It looks so big in your hand, the narrower curving head of it fitting perfectly in between your thumb and index finger. He mimics you as you bring it to your nose and sniffs, sighing at the intense perfume of it as it fills his lungs and the world shrinks down until there’s nothing but gold, gold, gold…

The serum has done him many favors but none are so appreciated as his heightened senses. The sheer number of smells and colors he can pick apart now, the littlest hint of green in your red lip tint — that’s a new thing - the faintest coriander notes in the stews you like so much, even the smallest shifting of brown in your eyes.

When he comes to, you’re already halving the fruit in your hand, puncturing the skin with the knife and carving it apart. The skin splits so easily, he thinks, thumbing the mango he’s still holding, so soft like real skin, like the lobe of your ear or your cheek or the plush stretch where your collarbones leads to your breasts-

“Here,” you slip the mango he’s holding from loose fingers, replacing it with a carefully cubed half - the one without the pit he notes. You shush him when he protests and reaches for yours, ever the gentleman. “Try it first, I’ll let you have more.”

Then you busy yourself with cleaving the hard pit away with a neat slice, criss-crossing the flesh with your knife until it’s cubed. You’ve timed it perfectly, the mangoes ripened so well, they give easily with pressure. You gently push the peel outwards until it’s inside out and nip a cube off. Across from you, you hear Steve do the same. You laugh at the quick gasp he makes as the new flavor hits his tongue and his eagerness to pick another piece off the peel, slurping with abandon.

You chew contemplatively; mangoes were always a special summer treat for you and you’ve learned to savor it, tasting the thick syrup, the smooth flesh as it melts under your teeth, and the briefest tingle of sourness at the tip of your tongue. You finish, scraping the peel for the last scraps. It’s bitter so close to the skin; the surprise of it fills your mouth with saliva and you swallow with contentment. Looking up, you watch Steve in his brief moment of rapture, his jaw moving even slower than yours as he takes in the foreign sensations, flavors melding into one he never thought could exist.

The astringency lingers on his tongue and he feels his bad day dissolve into nothingness as he meets your eyes, earth-dark and full of pleasure. There’s sweet pulp on his fingers, under his nails left from when he’d pried cubes off the peel in a frenzy. There’s nectar on your lips making them shine, on your tongue, he’s sure. There's a quick flash of red as you lick your lips, such a small mouth you have and yet cavernous.

He wants to lick the trail of fruit juice on your chin where it dripped — you’re peeling the thin strip of skin from around the flesh clinging to the stone — put his fingers in your mouth so you can taste the honey on his skin, and - and you’re sucking - you’re sucking at the pit and Steve’s lost in a world where there’s only you and the hard tapering seed tucked between your soft lips.

You mouth along the mango stone, teeth scraping away the creamy flesh stuck to it, and Steve breathes a long ragged breath, feels the heat of his cock along his thigh, the churning of his stomach — partially guilt but mostly want. His senses are full of you, suffocated by the pure sensuality of the moment. Your eyes fluttering shut in delight. You carefully suckling the last shreds of sweetness. The sticky wetness running down your fingers, coating your palm, to your wrist. You pause for breath and sigh, and it’s not quite a moan but makes him tremble in his chair, every muscle tensed.

And Steve’s— he’s not going to— he won’t— he shouldn’t— he— he just can’t anymore. He reaches out with a broad hand and drags yours to his face. He smells the dimming mango fragrance surrounding him again and presses his mouth against your palm.

Mangoes aren’t an aphrodisiac, you’re fairly sure. But your head is light and floating away, the rhythm of your heart beating a fast beat. Steve has his lips on you, his open mouth hot against the delicate skin of your palm. A moan, from one of you, fills the air. You watch as his eyes, molten, flick upwards to meet yours and his lips slide, taking each finger to worship it clean of nectar.

The air is charged, thrumming with an unexplored energy. He’s made a leap, a jump across the fine line.

You and him.

Just Steve, please, I’m not on duty.

What are you now?

Then there’s no need to call me Miss, Steve.

Steve reluctantly surrenders your hand, runs his tongue along your fingertips one last time with a reverence, and sits back, taking in your half-lidded eyes. It’s a new pleasure for you, his touch, and he suddenly wants to taste the salt of your skin again.

So he does. Leaning forward so slowly, he places a kiss, the barest press of his lips, against the corner of your honeyed mouth. Your ears roar with blood as Steve lets his lips linger with a tender sigh before moving to pull away.

It was today. Today you decided that the fruit had ripened enough in its dark hole and maybe- maybe you’re ripe, bursting, ready to be plucked, to be eaten.

So you turn your head ever so slightly, eyes blurring with quick tears of fear-fear-fear-hope, until your mouth brushes his and tastes sweetness.

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masterlist

Taglist: @punemy-spotted, @october505, @stargazingfangirl18

#steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #gratuitous mango description #by your mouth and mine #my writing

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Anna's April Fic Recs ✨

Hello everyone, wellcome to my April fic recommendations (part 1) masterpost! This is a new thing I want to try to do and create a list like that twice a month. It really pains me that the amazing authors out there don't get the recognition they dereserve so I'm gonna do what I can to spread my love for them. I also hope more people will get to experience the joy of reading all these wonderful works!

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much! To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It's the least we could do to show our gratitude.

Without further ado, here are the fic I read this month and adored

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

Take a chance on me by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, single mum!au, fwb to lovers

Bucky's game nights by @eurynome827

series, slow burn, they're playing games with their hearts

Baby fever by @youlightmeupfinn

one-shot, who wouldn't want that man as their baby daddy?

All yours by @babyboibucky

one-shot, 18+, tfatws!Bucky

A single thread by @jobean12-blog

one-shot, coffeeshop with Buck

New adventures by @celestialbarnes

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Beautiful girl by @borkingbarnes

one-shot, a morning with Buck

Erase every trace by @angrythingstarlight

one-shot, 18+, tfatws!Bucky

What you need by @buckycuddlebuddy

one-shot, 18+, best friend and roommate!Bucky, a cam is involved 👀

Cookies, kisses and such by @sweetbucky

one-shot, friends to lovers

The Match by @/babyboibucky

series, ceo!bucky

Policework by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, police detectives!au

Eyes on you by @kleohoneyao3

one-shot, 18+

Take me as I am, whoever I am by @/jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+

Greedy by @/babyboibucky

one-shot, 18+, hot hot hot!

Destructive by @buckybarnesdiaries

one-shot, Bucky's scared of his feelings

Sunday kinda' love by @msmarvelwrites

one-shot, 18+, some things are more important than breakfast

Separation, connection (part 2) by @firefly-in-darkness

two-shot, 18+, the angst is strong in this one

Angel on her knees by @/babyboibucky

one-shot, 18+, Bucky gets some love hehe

Feelings are fatal by @sunmoonandbucky

series, steve leaves to be with Peggy, reader deals with the loss

It's messy inside, let me take your coat by @/divine-mistake

one-shot, 18+, plus size!reader

Beautiful people by @nacho-bucky

series, plus size!reader, the most real, beautiful, human story

Sam Wilson

Dancing with Sam Wilson would include... by @certifiedskywalker

head cannon, the title says it all

Positions by @luciilferss

one-shot, 18+, Sam's a gem Monday through Sunday

Identity by @samwilsons-pillowpecs

series, Sam loses memory and they say he wanted to kill Bucky

Amartment 3C by @/bohemianpages

series, Sam comes back from the snap to find his flat occupied

Honest by @xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, tfatws!sam

The first time you realise you are in love by @barnesnroses

part of a mini series, the fluff 😫

Walk me home by @whisperlullaby

one-shot, Sam comes to the rescue

Memory loss by @/captain-kelli

series, Sam and reader are on a hunt for winter solider

SamBucky

Cratures of habit by @callitdreamland

miniseries, sambucky x reader

How sweet it is by @indyluckycharlie

series, sambucky modern!au

The therapist by @holylulusworld

mini series, y/n helps them with their problems

Steve Rogers

Glitter by @sarahwroteathing

one-shot, elementary teacher!Steve x single mom!reader

Error by @buckysknifecollection

one-shot, de-serumed!steve

Words whispered in the dark by @anika-ann

part of the Attached series or stand alone, modern-college-professor AU, 18+

Corrupting a good boy by @donutloverxo

series, ceo!steve x desi!reader

Cash rules everything around me by @/slyyywriting

series, stripper!steve

Where the love light gleams by @/sunmoonandbucky

series, social media!au

Sharon Carter

Permanent by @/samwilsons-pillowpecs

one-shot, tattoo artist!sharon

Loki Laufeyson

Steam by @the--sad--hatter

series, slowburn, enemies to frenemies to idiots in love

Peter Parker

Love sick and a little bit drunk by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, collage!peter

Invisible string by @peterbenjiparker

series, soulmate!au

Don't hold back by @hollandcrush

one-shot, 18+, college!peter

Dancing with our hand tied by @/justeclipseblogs

series, stark!reader, enemies to lovers

My medication by @/kelieah

one-shot, broken teens in love

HOLLAND & CO.

Tom Holland

Lockscreen by @cherrycheridarling

one-shot, famous!reader

Monday mornings by @blissfulparker

one-shot, professor!tom x professor!reader

Written in the stars by @ptersmj

one-shot, fuff!!!

Hooked on your feelings by @heyhihellowhatsup0

series, fwb!tom

Ski date by @tetralea

one-shot, 18+, idiots in love, friends to lovers

Take sugar? by @/hollandcrush

one-shot, carpenter!tom x ex-best friend!reader, 18+

I swear to God I never fall in love by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, fratboy!tom, 18+, spoiler alert: he does

Break up with your girlfriend by @rosyparkers

one-shot, 18+, frat football player!tom, cheerleader!y/n, fwb au

Perennial by @peeterparkr

series, sequel to Perdify, the biggest oof moment yet

All for her by @screamholland

series, single dad!tom

Royal convinience by @/poetrcy

series, royal!au

Kiss me slowly by @/storybookholland

one-shot, soft frat!tom

Harry Holland

Always by @/multiholland

series, best freind!harry

Sam Holland

'tis the damn season by @/unsaidholland

one-shot, ex boyfriend!sam

Our night by @/storybookholland

one-shot, jealous!sam

Harrison Osterfield

No way by @soft-haz

one-shot, friends to lovers

Second self by @/soft-haz

one-shot, 18+, reader gives Haz a hand wink wink

Harrison mastelist by @allegra-writes

lots of great Haz things!

Bet on it by @storybookholland

series, fwb

THE IRREGULARS

Whole masterlist by @uglypastels

these all wonderful!! you should also check out the amazing art works at the bottom of this masterlist

LEO

The Fountain of Ichor by @thegirlintheswivelchair

series, leo x lady-in-waiting!reader

OTHERS

Anthony Bridgerton

Sham, pride and illicit affairs by @/peeterparkr

series, quite possibly the most poetic fic ever written

Coming home again by @/misstonybridgerton

series, old friends reunite

Spencer Reid

An Interesting Electronic by @/homoose

one-shot, 18+

Frank Adler

I ruined our sweet tune by @/rodrikstark

one-shot, kinda professor!frank

Ransom Drysdale

The Five Times You Told Ransom Drysdale You Loved Him (And The One Time He Said It Back) by @just-one-ordinary-fangirl

one-shot, childhood friends to life gets in the way to lovers

Sacrilage by @the-iceni-bitch

one-shot, 18+, you'll have to shower in holy water after this

Okay, I might have gone a little overboard but hey, there's no such thing as too much good fanfiction!

Enjoy! 🥰

#april fic recs #april fic recs part 1 #fic rec #anna's fic recs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #sambucky x reader #sambucky #peter parker x reader

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First time for everything

If you have any suggestions, please take a moment. I promise it is a short survey, just 3 questions :) -

**Writing Survey** - If you have any suggestions for me

Badly written smut -

18+

Steve is rougher, scruffier, and nastier than all your previous boyfriends combined. The man settled between your thighs is an animal, a feral man who does not give a damn about anyone else. His looks made him scarier.

His torture was subtle, trying to touch you by so-called accidents. Grabbing your ass while you worked, pushing himself against you in the elevator. You foolishly believed those incidents were accidents and nothing more, but he had gotten a taste of your body, his attempts to trap you in the corner, feeling you up had become brazenly clear. You tried to stay away from him, but Steve’s stubbornness had found you anywhere and everywhere.

“You belong to me, and it’s time that I remind you who owns you.” Steve spitted cruelly in front of his frat bros. You were so fucking humiliated. Ransom and Bryce enjoying the show, sitting diagonally from you on the sofa, your messy cunt easily visible to them.

Steve’s tongue penetrates deep inside your pussy, his nose rubbing against your sore clit. His humongous body keeping you from closing your legs. As he feasts on your cunt, lapping up your juices to satiate his ever-growing thirst.

“Steve wasn’t lying about you,” Ransom chimes in while rubbing his dick through his sweatpants.

Steve releases your tender clit with a lewd pop, his pink lips shiny with your arousal. He doesn’t leave you alone even after making you cum on his tongue. He shoves his huge index and middle finger inside your pulsing channel. He finds the spot that makes your eyes roll while he tortures your engorged clit.

“Steve is addicted to her….” Bryce comments while pulling out his hard cock, trying to relieve himself.

“He is pussy whipped and now we know why…” Ransom replies with an evil glint in his eyes.

Steve removes his lips from your clit to answer his frat brothers while simultaneously fingering you with roughly calculated strokes against your g-spot.

“You are not touching her, Drysdale. She’s mine, only mine,” Steve sneers.

You whimper loudly, on the cusp of another orgasm, but the intensity was frightening you. You tried to move away from him, to no avail. Steve was stronger. He increased the pace of his jabs against your g-spot while his other hand rubbing your swollen clit.

“Steve please, I can’t….”

“You are going to take it like a good girl,” Steve orders while keeping you under control. Your eyes roll as you squirt wildly midst Steve’s continued torture on your pussy.

Steve slurps up your juices messily and loudly. Bryce groaned loudly as he jerked himself off. Bryce’s eyes glued to your pussy.

Steve smirked against your folds. He spanked your clit, your nails digging into your palm. You quiver on the mattress, nude, sticky and parched for Steve’s cock.

“Doll, open your eyes…” you keep your eyes shut while pleasure courses through your body.

“Look at me” Steve spanks your clit again. You whimper and reluctantly open your eyes.

“You are going to get your ass here as soon as your classes are over. You will not hang out with any of your classmates without me. Do you understand?”

“But..” Steve spanks your clit again.

“No ifs, no buts” he attacks your clit with his lips, sucking it crudely, your toes curling in pleasure whilst you try to anchor yourself between the waves of pain and pleasure.

“Okay, Steve,” you reluctantly agree.

“You’re still going to be punished.” Steve declares.

“I am going to fuck you raw...You need to remember who you belong to. I am going to fill you up. Ransom and Bryce are here to witness what happens when you disobey me. "

You nod numbly. Steve got up and unzipped his pants desperately. He took off his shirt and then turned towards his frat brother.

“So, you fuckers going to stick here for the finale?” Steve asked irately and unashamedly, with his hard cock standing proud and leaking pre-cum.

“C’mon Rogers, this is the best part…I will give you my assignment… Please….” Bryce requested.

“And I will lend you my Beamer for the whole month.” Ransom negotiated.

Your pleasure weakened brain was foggy, so you didn’t hear the rest of the conversation.

Steve borrows your arousal from your weeping cunt and slathers it over his cock. You groan submissively. He barely gives you a minute and slams inside you in a stroke.

Steve grunts in gratification. He feels home inside your squelching cunt. Steve feels his tension melt away when he is inside you. He grabs your chin and kisses you passionately. You could taste yourself on his lips. He does not let you breathe, stealing your breath away. His big grabby hands travel all over your body. He licks your nipples one after the other, teasing your aching buds, biting them softly, his torture making you wetter than a torrential hurricane. Meanwhile, both Ransom and Bryce had been jerking off wildly at the scene in front of them.

Steve’s thick, long and veiny cock inside your pussy felt heavy. His cock’s bulbous mushroom head brushing past your walls in all the right places you didn’t even think was possible. You could feel his mushroom head inside your stomach. You were pretty sure your cervix was getting pounded. Steve’s rough strokes were rushing another orgasm out of you.

“You’re gonna cum again, doll?”

“Yes….” You shriek in pleasure as you feel your cunt pulsating around his cock.

“Aaaahhhhh…you’re being greedy.”

“Please, sir, please, let me cum…” you plead mindlessly.

“I can never say no to you, doll” Steve shoves his hand between you two and flicks your oversensitive bundle of nerves while ruthlessly drilling you with his thick, veiny cock. You came around him, your walls hugging his cock tightly which led Steve to lose control and made him cum inside you, his seed painting your walls white but he was still hard and sensitive... He pulled out of you delicately, his seed leaking from your gaping pussy, leaving you to grab some water from the table.

Ransom quickly took a picture of your fucked out cunt for his spank bank. Steve joined you in the bed. He turned you over; you were on your stomach and he spreads your thighs for Ransom to film you.

“Send it to me,” Steve told him.

“Me too…” Bryce chimed in while wiping away the cum on his pants.

Steve got in between your legs and lined up his cock and pushed inside your gaping cunt, still leaking his seed on to the mattress. His hands clutching your hips and pulling you back as he snapped his cock inside the wet heaven of your cunt.

You try to match his movements.

“Let me do the work, darling” He grunts, manhandling you to keep you under control beneath him. You mewl in approval. He leans over you on bites your neck in reproach. You moan in pleasure, nipples rubbing against the bedsheet because of the friction between your bodies. His cock pumping into you cruelly, bestowing your body with incredible carnal pleasure.

“You love being my cumdump, don’t you? You love how I stretch you open, don’t you, darling?”

“Uhuhhuh” you barely reply.

He spanks your ass.

“Answer me”

“Yes, I love being your cumdump. "

“Are you gonna squirt for me?”

“No, please… I am very sensitive…”

“It was a rhetorical question. You’re gonna squirt again for me and my friends here…” Steve replies with conviction.

His cock was hitting your special spot, again and again, pounding you into the mattress. You try to move away from him and his assault on your poor cunt.

Steve grabs your hands to stop you from moving away from him and his dick.

You lose control over your body and squirt wildly, but Steve keeps you pinned down to achieve his crescendo. He was practically humping you in order to chase his ultimate finish. His movements falter and he cums again, painting your cunt white again. Steve was all tapped out. He tries to move out of you, but you whimper.

“Don’t… don’t leave...” you murmur.

He kissed the side of your head and draped himself over you, trying not to jolt you…

“You can leave us now.” Steve orders.

Ransom and Bryce left hurriedly for another dick pumping session.

“I’ll send you the whole video I made,” Ransom winks on his way out.

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bluemusickid · 4 years

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𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

(Last updated: 15th May, 2022)

Welcome to my playground, where there are no rules except to have fun hoeing! Oh, and ALL my work is 18+, so fair warning. Minors please stay away! I try to not describe the reader at all, to ensure a better immersive experience. Enjoy!! My requests are closed for now; will reopen them probably later. Thanks!

¤▪︎ Latest Update: In the end, it's you and I

Untitled Shark Week Andy Drabble

A Burden To Carry: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader (angst, eventual smut, 18+)

A Love So True: Chris Evans x Fem! Reader (angst, series)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Irresistible: Chris Evans x Fem!Pregnant!Reader

My Girl: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

When the party's over: Chris Evans x Ex!Fem Reader

I Heard a Rumour.... : Sub! Chris Evans x Domme!Reader

Strangers in the Night: Bodyguard!Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Is Polo-sexual A Thing? : Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Where He Belongs : Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Rendezvous : Chris Evans x Fem! Reader

Part 1|| Part 2

Untitled Office Drabble: Shark Week: Andy Barber x SecretGf!Fem!Reader

The Walls Have Ears: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

At the edge of a Precipice: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Actions Speak Louder: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Untying the Knot: Andy Barber x Desi!Reader

To The Windows, To The Walls : Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Breezeblocks: Series (on hiatus): law student!Andy Barber x Professor!Reader

Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3

In the end, it's you and I: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

The Mark of An Angel: Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader (Dibs' Body Positivity Challenge 2021) (cw: body negativity, intense body dysmorphia)

The Learning Curve: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Stoking the Ember: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (Merry Hoemas Challenge 2020)

Dire Consequences: Mob!Boss Steve x Fem!Reader (Cloudystevie's 4k challenge)

I See Red: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader (Hoelentine's Day Challenge, 2021)

Are you Mine?: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader (Dark fic, please read warnings)

A Deal With Drysdale: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Femme Fatale: Ransom Drysdale x Conwoman!Reader

Desk Shenanigans : Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Lifeguard!Chris

Chris on a Videocall

Ari's torso: Hoe Thots Part 2

Ransom being...well, Ransom

Hugging Chris from Behind

A Heart of Gold: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Saccharine Sweet: Bryce Langley x Fem!Reader

The Naughty List: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader (Happy Hoelidays Challenge 2020)

Baker’s Delight: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

That Blue-Eyed Boy: Gym!Trainer Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

Enigmatic Illusions (on hiatus): CEO!Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader (a lil' dark) Part 1 || Part 2

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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❝ 𝑊𝑂𝐶!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟/𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡❞

☀︎︎ 𝐒𝐎𝐋 - ◉ 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

Honourable author mentions below! *New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by person/character.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Chris Evans:

@afriendlyblackhottie - [masterlist] - black!reader fics

@crackheadgeminibby - mother’s day - black!reader

@fineanddandy - Can I Come Over? - black!reader, secret relationship

@geniedetails — The Way He Sees You - black woman!actress!reader x dark!chris evans

@pastelastronomy24 - Noted - college!chris evans x POC! plus size!reader

@punani - the fluffer (masterlist) - 70′s pornstar!chris evans x black!reader

@xxindiglow - Superstar - plus size!black reader

Steve Rogers:

@buckysbruni - dreams, piercings & other pleasures - special agent!steve rogers x black!reader

@donutloverxo - Corrupting a good boy - steve rogers x desi!reader

@fineanddandy -

Sore Loser - nomad!steve x black!superhero!reader

Waves Series - neighbours, nomad!steve x black!reader x thor

@honeydulcewrites - Guys My Age - landscaper!steve, steve rogers x black!reader

@ilovefandoms102 - Going to Bed - nomad!steve x plus size!reader

@jamalflanagan - Cap vs the Grey Sweats

@jimblejamblewriting - Falling For The Captain - black/woc!reader, alternative universe!reader, avenger!reader

Ransom Drysdale:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Powerpuff - plus size!reader

@astrohnova - Are you filming this? - latina!camgirl!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom drysdale × black/woc! actress!reader

Ari Levinson:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Fallen - black!reader

@fineanddandy -

[Let’s Be Roomies] [Baby Girl…] - black!reader, roommates

Pesky Neighbor - rocker!ari

@avintagekiss24 - polar - black!reader

Frank Adler:

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Crush

In Like

Tease - Car Mechanic!Frank

@avintagekiss24 - Appearances

Curtis Everett:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Safe and Sound - black!reader

Johnny Storm:

@blackmissfrizzle - Lovers and Friends - friends to lovers

"Me":

@fineanddandy - [Back Rooms] [Fifteen Minutes] - punk!Me x black!reader

Jake Wyler:

@strawbeariefaerie - button eyed. - other!jake wyler x black//woc reader, caroline crossover

Harvard Hottie (Hayden):

@evansweaters - bookends. - black!reader, college au, fluff

@strawbeariefaerie - museum melodrama - black//woc fem!reader, fluff

Bucky Barnes:

@avintagekiss24 - belated - mob au, black!reader

@wkemeup - The Bad Days - plus size!reader

Crossovers:

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc!reader, ransom x bi!woc!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ও Honourable Author Mentions:

For WOC!Reader and plus size!reader fics — I recommend checking out these authors:

@afriendlyblackhottie - masterlist

@avintagekiss24 - masterlist

@strawbeariefaerie - masterlist

@honeydulcewrites - masterlist

@jimblejamblewriting - masterlist

@punani - masterlist

#woc!reader #plus size!reader #woc!reader fic rec #plus size!reader fic rec #fic rec #fic reccomendations #fic recs #author rec #poc!reader #poc!reader fic rec #fic recommendations #poc!reader masterpost #poc!reader masterlist #woc!reader masterlist #woc!reader masterpost

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thatsshowbizbby · 3 years

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ishq sufiyana

pairing: steve rogers x desi!reader

summary: your weapon of choice is a blade. his is a shield. both were made to clash with one another.

warnings: mention of blood and violence (slight). tension, angsty-ish? the wrath and the dawn, arranged marriage vibes. enemies to lovers-ish.

author's note: this is my first thing lol pls be nice. this isn't a full story but just an idea i had in my head. i believe this is called a headcannon (?) also my second time posting bc tumblr drafts/editing is killing my vibe

you are royalty - raised in a palace made of white marble, and clear, blue waters all around - handcrafted clothing and magnificent jewels at your disposal.

and your beauty. talk of your beauty attracts suitors from the farthest ends of the earth, coming to prove whether that talk is just mere gossip.

it’s not.

but that's not what got steve's attention when he first laid his eyes on you. it was the sword in your hand. a talwar.

your movement mimicked the flow of the water surrounding your palace - a fight style disguised as delicate. but to the trained eye, steve's eyes, it was anything but. it was dangerous. you were dangerous.

and you made sure to let steve know that you were far from a damsel in distress, waiting stupidly for her knight in shining armor.

"i don't know you, nor do i care for you. as far as im concerned, you're just another candidate waiting for my rejection. and trust me, it's coming soon but i'll let you enjoy your time here for a couple more weeks.”

steve scoffs because of course you would have an attitude. you were a spoiled princess. a beautiful, fierce one whom he was beginning to respect, but he would never admit that to you. not anymore. your arrogance trumped your beauty.

"oh sweetheart, what makes you think i want you at all?"

you two continue to bicker and roll your eyes at each other and make snarky remarks when crossing paths inside the palace walls for the remainder of steve’s visit.

“what’s wrong, princess? too scared to go up against me?” he would tease, sitting in on your sparring practices.

“believe me, rogers. you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if i were up against you.”

so when your father offers your hand to the nuisance a few days prior to his departure, you’re dumbfounded.

“beta, you two will get along. trust me.”

“i will only agree if he can defeat me.” you both knew full well that no one has ever been able to.

with that, you and steve prepare for a fight. you with your sword and dagger. him with his shield. how pathetic.

you got a few good hits in, starting off strong - cutting through his suit, hitting him in the face with the hilt of your sword, blocking his punches - he really only chose a shield? out of the entire palace armory, he chose his stupid, little shield.

but all that inner shit-talk came to a full stop when he disarmed you in one swift motion. your sword was on the floor, as were you, with your hidden dagger pressed against your throat and steve on top of you. how did he find that?

his breath fanned over your face. “always know your enemy, princess.”

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as you sat in your chambers, heart racing for the wedding tomorrow morning, you looked over your mehndi (henna). it had gotten so dark.

“deeper the color becomes, deeper the love. and your groom’s love for you must be competing with the darkest parts of the ocean,” one of your ladies said to you.

yeah right.

you pull yourself out of your thoughts and make your way to the room of your unenthusiastic betrothed. you’re careful to not be seen by any palace guards or maids. visiting your soon-to-be-husband in the middle of the night? the rumors would spread like wildfire.

you knock on the door and hear a “come in.”

steve turns around in nothing but a pair of sleepwear bottoms. oh boy. at this point, you’ve become extremely aware of your own appearance. long brown hair flowing freely, a smaller nath (nose ring) than your usual daytime wear, an almost sheer nightgown, and small shawl that barely covered your upper body. steve’s breath hitches in his throat from across the room.

you look at the cuts and bruises healing from your spar a few days ago. but the satisfaction of those memories, of the times you got him, were interrupted by the sight of a much darker bruise running along his broad shoulder. then you see his face. more bruises. more cuts. and bowl of water and rag in his hand.

“what happened?” you rush over, concern overcoming you.

“nothing, nothing. don’t worry about it,” he tries to brush off, but you’re not having it. you grab his chin and direct his face towards your own to get a good look. busted lip, busted jaw, swollen cheek. full lips. chiseled face. gorgeous blue ey- snap out of it.

“well if you’re going to look like this for tomorrow morning, i’d like to know what the hell happened.”

“there was a boy running from a couple of bandits in the market. i saw and helped him. the bandits didn’t like that,” he laughs, “it was ten against one.”

“and you got out with only a few scratches here and there? you’d think the damage would be worse,” you say, trying to hide your respect and admiration.

“yeah, you’d think.” there were those eyes again, this time burning into your own.

you take the rag from his hand. “sit,” gesturing to the embroidered armchair.

you soak the piece of cloth in the bowl of water, wring it out, and begin to clean the wounds on his face. he winces when you get to his jaw.

“sorry.”

trying to get a better angle, you step in between his open legs and take a seat on his thigh. gently holding his face, so gentle he could barely feel it, you wipe away the dried blood.

steve’s eyes rake over your face. the talk was not mere gossip. beautiful.

he was so immersed in his thoughts of you that he did not notice you were done. but still sitting on his lap. his face in your hands. it was your turn to stare intently at him.

your noses almost touching, as you instinctively run your hand through his hair. he sighs in content and relaxes into your touch. you feel your heart skip a bit at the response.

“try not to take another beating while you’re here, rogers. or better yet, why don’t you learn a few tricks? your swordsmanship could be better” you joke, as you get up and walk away.

but he grabs your hand, getting up from the armchair, and slightly pulls you towards him.

“i recall winning every fight i’ve been in. or did you already forget how we got here in the first place?” his eyes held a playful look, as if letting you know that he was not challenging you this time. he was merely….joking, alongside with you.

a smile tugs at your lips as you pull your hand away. “yes, well you still need to work on your swordsmanship.”

“only if you’ll teach me, princess.”

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Bollywood Hits.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Desi!F!Reader

Warnings: deals with racism

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Requested: Nope

Summary: Steve sees Y/N for the first time and instantly falls in love, finally getting the date he wanted 6 months after meeting her. When they go to a restaurant, though, things go downhill.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! This one is for my desi readers lmao but everyone is allowed to read (pls do lol). Enjoy!

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"Yeah, excuse me, one second—"

Bucky and Sam waved him off as Steve stepped into the balcony at Bucky's place, taking out his phone which was ringing. As he stood there talking to the person on the other end, his eyes landed on the balcony next-door. His phone nearly dropped from his hand, his eyes bulging, a shocked look on his face.

How come Bucky never told him his next-door neighbor was so pretty?

She was wearing headphones, singing along to the songs as she cleaned her balcony. Only, the songs she was singing weren't English. Judging by the accent and words, his best guess was Hindi. Her voice was angelic, and her looks further confirmed the fact. That woman was going to be the death of him.

"Rogers, Rogers, are you listening?!"

"Uh— yeah, sorry, you were saying?"

After the call ended, he went back inside and towered over Bucky, who was sitting on the couch and having beer with Sam. Bucky raised an eyebrow at Steve's stance; his arms were crossed and he had a glare on his face. "What did I do?" he drawled. "Who's your neighbor?" Bucky blinked.

"My nei— oh! On my right, Y/N. Why, what happened?" Steve groaned and plopped down next to his best mate, grabbing a bottle of beer for himself. "How come you never told me your neighbor was so hot?!" Bucky burst out laughing as Sam stood up, walking into the balcony to check for himself. His eyes, too, went wide and his jaw dropped.

Y/N, when she felt someone's stare on her, paused the music and turned to see an incredibly handsome, dark-skinned man staring at her, jaw dropped. Her cheeks flushed and she lowered her gaze, turning away from him. No way. Why would someone look at her in that way? When she looked back up, no one was there.

She shrugged and continued working, resuming her favorite Bollywood Hits playlist. "Aye, aye Y/N!" Blinking, she looked up again and saw three men standing in the balcony. A white, blond haired man, the previous handsome dark-skinned man and her neighbor, Bucky Barnes.

"Hi Bucky, your friends?" she smiled at him, taking off the headphones. Steve's heart squeezed in his chest at her accent; God, she was breathtaking. "Yeah. Sam and Steve. Guys, this is Y/N Y/L/N." Y/N snorted at that, coming over to rest her hands on the railing of her balcony. "How do you manage to get it right, always? Accent and everything."

"I try my best," he winked at her and she grinned. Bucky, ever since he had moved into the apartment, had shamelessly flirted with her. Y/N didn't like him back, but she got flustered at every single pick up line and Bucky found her endearing. Recently he had stopped but they still talked; he was now like her protective friend.

"How long have you been living in America?" Sam asked her, grinning. "A few years now," she answered, giving him a smile. "Where did you live before moving here?" Steve inquired. "I used to live in Mumbai," she grinned at him. "Nice, nice. Well, I see you're busy right now, how about we go back inside, boys?" Bucky clapped both men on the back and went inside.

Sam followed but Steve stayed where he was. "I heard you singing, you have a brilliant voice," he smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thank you! I actually took lessons, back when I was in India," she laughed, picking up the headphones again as he followed his friends into the apartment.

What had just happened?

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After that day, Steve's visits to Bucky's apartment became more and more frequent. He often bought gifts for her; tiny things, like her favorite Starbucks order (that he had learnt from Bucky) or flowers, like a true 40's gentleman. Bucky passed on the gifts to her, saying Steve left them at his place to pass them on to her.

Y/N always had the same question on her mind, why? Why would he bring her gifts? Bucky used to suggest that he liked her and wanted to take her out on a date, but Y/N never believed him. Why would Captain America, an American hero, a global sensation, want to take her out on a date?

6 months passed just like that; the boys were back at Bucky's apartment after a gruesome mission, chilling around and having beers. That's when they heard it. A loud shriek came from Y/N's apartment, followed by… more loud shrieks and smashing of glass kitchenware. Steve's blood ran cold; Y/N was in trouble and he needed to do something.

He abruptly stood up and ran out of the apartment, breaking into Y/N's with ease. He didn't expect what hit him, though; Y/N was crouched near the door, her knees pulled to her chest, seemingly cowering away from… nothing? "Steve!" Y/N sobbed when she saw him, immediately getting up and throwing herself into his willing, open arms.

"Y/N? Doll, what happened?" Steve whispered into her hair, rubbing her back, trying to soothe her. Bucky and Sam entered the apartment too, looking around for potential danger. "Th-There's a lizard in my apartment… I—" She gulped, trying to keep more tears at bay, "I have a phobia of liz-lizards, please get it out, please," she cried into his shoulder.

Steve didn't laugh. He simply held her close, looking around for the tiny reptile. Sam located it near the window and easily shoo-ed it out, Bucky cleaning the glass that was lying on the floor. Y/N probably dropped the plate in shock and fear. "Y/N, it's gone, you're fine," he smiled, making no move to get her out of his arms.

"Are you sure?" Y/N asked meekly, pulling away from him. She finally realized how close they were standing and blushed; she liked the man too, had liked him ever since Bucky suggested he was into her. Their lips were currently only inches apart. "Yep, I'm sure. Sam got it out of the apartment." An agreeing noise came from Sam and Y/N finally relaxed.

Bucky stepped into the sitting room after throwing away the glass pieces in the trash can that was in the kitchen. "Thank you so much, Bucky." Y/N looked at her neighbor with a smile. "Call me whenever those things bother again, okay? I'm always here for you." Steve watched as Bucky and Y/N shared a hug.

"Thank you for shoo-ing it out, Sam," Y/N said next, turning to his friend. They gave each other a hug, too. "No worries at all," he winked at her and Steve smiled when she blushed. She looked cute when she was flustered. "And finally, thank you Captain America for… keeping me safe," she breathed out, her breath hitching when she turned to her crush.

"Oh, no problem at all!"

Bucky and Sam left the apartment, leaving the two with their obvious tension. "Listen, um, I was wondering… would you like to get dinner sometime? There's a diner nearby, Bucky's friend works there…" "I'd love to get dinner with you." Expecting a hug, she was pleasantly surprised when he leaned in and gave her a sweet peck on the lips.

They shared numbers and Steve left the apartment with a huge grin on his face.

He was finally getting the date he had wanted for 6 months.

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"Steve!"

He looked up, grinning when he saw Y/N making her way towards him, dressed in a magnificent red dress. "Doll, you look wonderful," he commented, bringing her in his arms. He pressed a kiss to her cheek to not spoil her makeup, and Y/N giggled at that. "Shall we?" Y/N nodded and the two people entered the diner.

Almost everyone looked up at them, their eyes going wide when they saw Steve. Then their eyes immediately narrowed at Y/N, because who was she? Surely Captain America was not dating an immigrant? Y/N's brows furrowed and she unconsciously shifted closer to Steve, who hadn't noticed anything.

"Hi, I'm Adam, your server for the day. What would you like to order?" Steve and Y/N went over the menu and Steve gave his order first. Y/N's voice cracked slightly when she noticed how Adam grimaced at her accent. She had made no point of getting a fake American accent, since she loved her desi one so much.

"Will that be all?" Adam turned to Steve, an eyebrow raised. "Yeah, thanks." Adam went away and Y/N's eyes followed his form. He went back to his friends and talked to them in hushed whispers, which made them all giggle quietly and sneer. Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest, her fear unbeknown to Steve.

Then suddenly, she noticed a young East Asian lady in the bunch who was frowning at the others. Her gaze caught Y/N's and she gave her a small, apologetic smile, nodding her head towards the white people that were talking shit about her. She reluctantly returned a smile; at least she wasn't the only person of colour around.

"Y/N!"

Startled, Y/N turned to see Steve blinking at her. "Hm?" she cleared her throat, giving him a grin. "Is something the matter? I called your name three times and you weren't listening…" Oh God, was this date too boring for her? Should he have done something else? "Sorry, sorry, just lost… what's up?"

They maintained a light-hearted conversation as they waited for the food to arrive. Surprisingly, it was the East Asian woman who brought them their orders. "Hi, I'm Leah, I'm replacing Adam. Here are your dishes." Leah placed the food in front of them. "What happened to Adam?" Steve asked curiously.

Y/N tensed up. "Um, does that really matter? Thank you so much Leah, that will be all for now." Y/N briefly closed her eyes as Leah sympathetically patted her on the shoulder, going away. "Y/N, is something the matter? You've kinda been on the edge ever since we walked into the diner," Steve asked finally.

"You wouldn't get it," Y/N muttered, prodding her food. "What? Try me, tell me, please," he insisted, eyes going wide when Y/N's filled with tears. "Just eat your food, Steve." Heartbroken, Steve only watched as Y/N gulped down her food through the tears.

Leah was watching the couple and she sighed when she saw Y/N crying. Wiping her hands on her apron she walked up to the couple and stood next to them. Y/N didn't look up, but she could tell it was her. "Is everything okay?" Steve asked her, now getting irritated. "I know what happened to her, sir."

Steve blinked. "What is it?" he asked, desperate for answers. "I replaced Adam because he was being a racist jerk. Everyone working here, in fact, is looking at you two weird. You can't help but notice the stares, speaking as a POC. You wouldn't get it, Mr Rogers, you're the pinnacle of America, a blond, white man. We have it rough."

He turned to see Y/N desperately hiding her tears as she tried (and failed) to choke down the food. "My coworkers were talking about you two. Why would Captain America want to go out with an immigrant? Why doesn't he settle for a nice, white lady, that's more his type. I'm sorry about that," Leah spoke quietly, toying with her hands.

Steve's entire being filled with rage like he had never felt before. He pushed himself off the table and stormed past Leah, who sat next to Y/N and tried to console her. Y/N's tears ceased when the palm of Steve's hand connected hard with Adam's cheek. Everyone in the diner froze. "How dare you," Steve breathed out.

Adam clutched his cheek, paralyzed with fear. "How dare you talk about my date like that? Who I like or hate is none of your business. Not any of your business!" He yelled the last line. "If I ever, ever catch you talking about my love life again, any of you, you'll be sorry you were ever born!" With that, Steve returned to his table.

Pulling out his wallet, he paid for his untouched and Y/N's half-eaten food, handing the money to Leah with a smile. "Thank you," he told her sincerely, helping Y/N into her coat. "No worries, sir. You two make a cute couple," Leah chuckled, waving as the two walked out of the diner. Y/N, as soon as they were outside, threw herself in Steve's arms.

"I'm sorry for ruining our date," she mumbled into his neck as his arms went around her waist, bringing her close. "You didn't ruin anything, doll. How about next time, we meet at my place and order takeout?" he suggested, pulling away and wiping Y/N's face with his fingers. "I'd like that a lot."

"Let me drop you home, come on." With a soft kiss placed on her forehead, the two walked back to her apartment building hand-in-hand.

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A/N: Leave a like you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

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sunflowersteves · 4 years

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cap-n-stuff’s marvel fic rec ~ 1

↳ so here’s my very long overdue fic rec! The bucky list is hella long and I’m not even half way done so there will be another one! In the second one, I’m going to add peggy/nat/wanda/more erik & more steve :) also pls pls pls if any of you have Sam Wilson fics I will gladly read it and put it on here! Sam is really lacking fanfics :( anyway, a big big thanks to all of the writers!! y’all are amazing and wonderful and I love all of you with my whole heart.

Key:

✧: complete series

❀: uncomplete series

❥: oneshot

✰: headcanon/drabble

Bucky Barnes

❀ Strictly Sugar by @kittykatlow, Dark!Bucky x Reader

✰ Boxer!Bucky HC by @wienerbarnes, Boxer AU!Bucky Barnes x Professional Trainer!Reader

❥ A Great Big Wide World by @buck-gnasty, Bucky Barnes x Blind!Reader

❥ Wish You Were Here by @world-of-aus, Biker AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧The Assassins by @cherrypickertheory, Bucky Barnes x X-23!Reader

❥ What It Takes by @cherienymphe, Mafia AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mine by @cherrypickertheory, Jealous!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Attention by @kitkatd7, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Guardian by @wienerbarnes, Demon AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Was It A Mistake by @angstysebfan, [part I], [part II], [part III], [part IV], [part V] ~ Bucky Barnes x Natasha, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ I Hate You by @sokkasangel, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Benefits by @cherrypickertheory, Friends w/ Benefits!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Heart to a Gunfight by @lailannajacobs, Modern AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ The Soldier’s Weakness by @jadeylovesmarvelmainxo, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mirror by @cherrypickertheory, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Kool Aid by @buckybarnesplumwhore, WinterWitch x Black!Reader

✰ No Regrets by @kitkatd7, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ A Bad Day Made Better by @buckybarney, Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ My Roomates Boyfriend by @angstysebfan, Modern AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ A Queen And Her Knight by @buckybarnesplumwhore, Knight!Bucky x Queen Reader (black reader)

✧ Pulling Away by @rogerslovesstark, [part I] [part II], Cheating!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Life Before You by @world-of-aus, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Life Is Sweet As Dessert With You In It by @hailmary-yramliah, Mobster AU!Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Reader

✰ Thighs by @cherrypickertheory, Thigh Riding!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Not About Angels by @lailannajacobs, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Steady Love by @buckybarney, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ What Do I Do by @buckys-broody-muffin, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Family Matters by @world-of-aus. Mobster AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Under the Sheets by @vanderlustwords, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Crush by @cherrypickertheory, Soft!Bucky x Reader

❀ The Wolf of Wall Street by @hailmary-yramliah, Stockbroker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mr. & Mrs. Barnes by @cherrypickertheory, Mr and Mrs. Smith AU, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Code Name: Last Resort by @fandomsandxfiles-writes, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ StarkHub.com by @hailmary-yramliah, Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Like Your Eyes by @bugsbucky, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✰ Come Up The Years by @kittykatlow, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Missed You, Missed Home by @buckybarney, Soft!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Solace by @tuiccim, [part I], [part II], [part III], [part IV], [part V], [part VI], [part VII], [part VIII], [part IX] ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Always The Friend by @angstysebfan, [part I], [part II] ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Spooky and Mrs. Barnes by @fandomsandxfiles-writes, 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ James And The Siren by @helahades, Prewar!Bucky Barnes x Black/WOC!Siren

❥ Silence by @bugsbucky, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Steve Rogers

✰ Reunited by @stargazingfangirl18, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ A Day In The Snow by @kitkatd7, Steve Rogers x Reader

✧ After You by @vanderlustwords, [part I], [part II] ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Long Wait Time by @tuiccim, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Can’t Give You Love by @helahades, Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

❥ Circles by @lailannajacobs, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ The List by @cass4nova, Steve Rogers x Reader

✰ On Steve Shaving Your Head by @helahades, Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

✧ Betrayed by @rogerslovesstark, [part I], [part II] ~ Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter

❥ Bad Girl, Good Boy by @hailmary-yramliah, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Love Will Remember by @burninmatches, Steve Rogers x Reader

Erik Killmonger

❥ SugarBabe by @dreamingofmilk, CEO AU!Erik Killmonger x Reader

✰ Imagine Erik Killmonger Promising You That You’ll Be Queen One Day by @sweatergirlsposts, Erik Killmonger x Reader

❥ Cheers, To Me by @tgigoldie, Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader

Stucky x Reader

Vacation by @cherrypickertheory, Stucky x Reader

❥ Strip Poker Turns Into Something Else by @hailmary-yramliah, Stucky x Reader

❥ Toxic by @burninmatches, Stucky x Reader

Sam Wilson x Reader

❀ Office Affairs by @dumbchickwrites, CEO! AU!Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Desert Days by @cass4nova, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Fireman Sam by @buckysknifecollection, Firefighter AU!Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ We Are Friends by @supraveng, Sam Wilson x Reader

❀ Blue Shade by @the-wintershade, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Perfect by @kittykatlow, Sam Wilson x Reader

✰ Nervous by @dreamwritesimagines, Sam Wilson x Reader

✧ Coming Back to Life by @luke-o-lophus, [part I], [part II] ~ Sam Wilson x Indian/Desi Reader Friendship

❥ Browned Butter by @sapphirescrolls, Sam Wilson x Black!Reader

✰ Take Care by @lilbabycee, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Reporting For Booty by @littlesliceofmarvel, Sam Wilson x Reader

#fic reccomendations #fic rec #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson fanfiction #erik killmonger x reader #marvel fic rec #marvel #stucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #erik kilmonger #sam wilson

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punemy-spotted · 3 years

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In this Life and the Next - Chapter 3

The Veil of Decency

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Desi!Muslim!Reader; Steve Rogers x Desi!Muslim!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Desi!Muslim!Reader; Foursome

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Elements; Dubious Consent; Soft!Dark!Steve; Soft!Dark!Bucky; Soft!Dark!Zemo; Stalking; Obsessive/Manipulative Lovers; Political/Mafia Elements; Blackmail/Coercion; Mentions of Hunting; Character Death; References to Reincarnation; Slow Burn; Possible Dead Dove: Would Not Eat; Murder; Obsession; Please Read At Your Discretion

Chapter Warnings: Stalking; Blood Mention; References to Hunting; References to Assault; Fear, Choking, The Dove is Probably Dead: Would Not Eat

Chapter Summary: They see you, you show them, and you will know them.

Masterlist; Chapter 1; Chapter 2

Notes: Finally, I got this chapter to work! I’m sorry this one took so so freaking long, but thank you for being patient with me. Updates to this fic may be slow if only because the flow is difficult to hit but I’ll keep trying. It’s my baby, I gotta.

I will be restructuring my outline for this fic as well so if you see changes to the Masterlist and the tags, that’s why.

Further thanks to @brandycranby who continues to tolerate me when I am in the throes of panic trying to make a chapter work and helps me work through the feelings.

Thank you for being here with me and as always, feedback is welcome.

An incomplete meeting is a promise to meet again.

Memories rise and fold into themselves, things you thought you dreamed bubbling into your subconscious as reality, things you thought you remembered falling away. You float, existing in the void of time and space, a thousand names and a thousand people, all you and not you all at once. Your hands are not your own and yet they are and yet they have been the hands of a thousand others and each has worn that red, woven ring and each has reached for completion in the dark.

So reach.

Do as your many forms, many versions, many predecessors have done.

Reach and watch the blood drip from that strangling ring and remember.

Wander the ruins of your memories, sweetness, and listen for your hunters, catch glimpses of them in the archways to all the lives you have been theirs and they have been yours. Do you know how they all end?

Not this time, little bird. Not if we can help it.

(We will destroy ourselves in you.)

You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you?

Watched, that steady skin-prickle of unblinking eyes, the knowledge that you are not alone.

There are cameras all over the Capitol — security, after all, especially when the “free world” is run out of one small plot of land in one small time zone — but the eyes were never so demanding before… and you’ve never felt them crawling over you when you’re in what was once the comfortable privacy of your apartment.

(A deer-in-headlights, frozen kind of feeling.)

There are mornings you wake and you swear someone has been inside your apartment, has been watching you, has been through your things. The whisper of cologne, the misplaced box, papers out of place. There are nights you swear you hear a hum, the brush of warm breath against your neck, the pressure of an arm around your waist.

You don’t dream, those nights.

You don’t dream of the sun-bright halls or the dappled courtyard or the sound of your beloveds’ voices calling to you from darkened windows. You don’t dream of bloodstained tiles and fire and ash.

You don’t dream.

And you miss the nothingness.

(The night is barren and full of howls.)

The combination sets your teeth on edge — finally, sleep peaceful enough to feel human in… and then the gnawing reminder of its expenses.

You wake alone, from dreamless sleep, and find yourself bathed in early morning light, alarm trilling merrily beside you, another day closer to surrender.

The groceries delivered to your door without your asking, you dealt with. The flowers which appeared on your desk at work and sent the office into a flurry of gossip over who was courting you with a brilliant bouquet of pale-peach roses and three scarlet ones wound in gold thread at the center — those you tossed aside (and scandalized the Senator’s administrative assistant). The choker of glittering rubies set into brilliant gold, clearly carefully fitted to curve around your neck and accompanied by a matching set of chandelier earrings so beautiful they made your heart hurt… well, those you hid in the closet, alongside the invitation which accompanied them.

You know they’re waiting, watching. Steve’s threat rings in your ears sometimes, the promise of one last chance and the consequences of not listening to orders.

You play with wolves, with hungry growls and gnashing teeth and you can still feel Steve’s lips on yours when you curl yourself into your bed and try to hide from the eyes all around you, in this place which had once been your sanctuary. You feel them. Prowling.

The strings tug on your finger, warning you that they are close and some part of you wonders if you could just cut it off, rid yourself of the bondage by severing the thing it is on and fleeing. Fleeing what it means, fleeing the call, the blood, the warnings.

They are salvation, sweetness, they are peace.

They are death.

There is no work to bury yourself in today, no papers to hide in, no meetings to disappear inside. You are alone in your apartment and someone has been inside who should not be.

You play with wolves but you are determined not to make yourself prey again, determined to escape those snapping jaws and snarling calls but sweetness, do you see the hunter in the woods?

It’s not a siege.

It’s an ambush.

It’s an ambush the way that gloved hand feels around your wrist again, the moment you step outside to check your mail. It’s an ambush the way those steel-soft eyes meet yours and a single finger presses over soft lips, urging you Be quiet urging you Don’t scream urging you Listen. It’s an ambush the way he tugs you inside, presses you against the hard plane of your front door, holds you by the shoulders and whispers I’m not going to hurt you, little thing.

You should scream.

You should scream, you should drive your fists into the soft cartilage of his nose you should raise your knee to wound the space between his legs and you. Do. Nothing.

You stand, frozen and fixated deer-in-headlights and watch your hunter touch your cheek and watch your lover seem to break and watch your heart tear out of your chest and you are so lost you are so confused these are not your memories these…

Are someone else.

He is someone else.

Look at me.

Don’t do it. Don’t look, don’t look into those endless eyes, don’t let the stormclouds in his expression draw you in you may remember them but they are not the same.

They are not the same.

The camera feed feels like a mockery.

You’re afraid. He knows you’re afraid, it rolls off you in waves, pulses through the flickering image and sinks claws into his heart and he hates every minute of watching you dash from one room to the other like you might avoid being seen if you’re just fast enough. You’re looking for the wrong orange jackets, scared of the wrong hunters, how can they make you understand?

We shouldn’t have done this.

Steve’s jaw pulses when Bucky speaks, looking to the side while Zemo ignores him entirely, until he says it again, We shouldn’t have done this.

And then what? Lost her? Let her die?

Another lifetime wasted?

She’s scared.

And we can help her not be. She’s ours.

Ours.

His.

You were always meant to be his.

(I would destroy myself in you.)

Steel eyes flicker to the band on his finger, red and aching, calling him, You scared her, Steve.

And there that jaw goes, pulsing, teeth grinding, shoulders tensing. Steve Rogers stands a little taller, a little stiffer, hands folded in front of him and eyes trained on those screens, wishing he had an excuse, an answer, a justification, She almost remembered.

No she didn’t. You know how this goes, she wouldn’t have —

Enough, Zemo’s voice cuts through the both of them, eyes never leaving the sight of your face, watching the recording of flowers being tossed aside on repeat, once, twice, thrice.

Let me talk to her.

We tried talking to her already, Buck.

You tried kissing her, not talking. We owe her an explanation.

What if she remembers then? She’s going to —

I know. I owe her an explanation.

An explanation. That’s what he tells himself when he looks at you, wide-eyed at the things you see and do not all at once, Don’t scream. Just listen, please, sweet girl, I just need you to listen.

You’re so frozen and he’s so sorry. Sorry he has to do this, sorry he has to see the fear in your eyes again, sorry this is the way things are every time, Look at me. Look at me, please, sweet thing, I swear I won’t hurt you.

You don’t trust him, and that’s smart, that’s survival, you shouldn’t trust him, you shouldn’t let him touch your cheek with that gloved hand but he does anyway, he does and eyes are glossy with unshed tears and his lips are trembling with unsaid words and he should pull back but he doesn’t.

Who are you? And do you notice the way your voice makes his whole body shudder, the way here calls the things you do not?

You saw me, sweet thing. You used to call me Bucky.

You used to call him so many things.

Sergeant Barnes, please. We need not frighten our friends.

What about lovers? Do they need to be?

I’m not going to hurt you, he promises again and the thing is, sweetness, you want to believe him.

You want to, with all the desperation and frantic want of someone clinging to the last piece of driftwood in a storm, but you know.

You know, don’t you, sweetling, the things that lay beneath the surface.

How many times will they clip your wings?

You could scream. You could scream, like you should have done, you could fight, like you should have done, you could demand to be set free, and you still do none of these things. You play with wolves and draw them in, don’t you rabbit?

Where is your violence?

You thought they would save you, once, you thought they would sweep you right out of that Senator’s office and away from the roaming fingers, the grasping hands, the hungry stares and now you are faced with those same things, coupled with a red ring you never wanted.

I don’t want you here, you try to insist, and the hand at your cheek merely curls soft over your lips, memories of calloused fingers on your skin bursting behind your eyes, Please just leave me alone.

Sweet thing, if I could, Bucky Barnes begins and breaks and for a moment you feel something like guilt, a laughing glance back at grasping hands, a whisper of affection in your ear, If I could, I would.

(If only running could save you, rabbit.)

The lock on the door clicks, sealing you inside, sealing you with him and you know you could never move fast enough, not fast enough to undo that bolt, not fast enough to wrench open that door, dash outside, dash away from his arms you are in the jaws of the wolf and here he is…

Carrying you oh-so-gently and you can hear the whisper in your ear, I have memorized you like a prayer.

He stokes no warmth in you, not on purpose, and yet your skin lights ablaze the moment those gloved hands brush over your arms, a trail of fire following his fingers as you are allowed to pull away, allowed to sink into the cotton of your blankets, allowed to hide and you do, little rabbit, you do.

Go away. I told him to leave me alone too.

I know, sweet thing, and I’m sorry. Steve shouldn’t’ve done that, he drawls, slow and sweet and you hate that the emotion which thickens his voice makes you want to hold him the way he’s wrapped his arms around you.

You remember.

You remember, don’t you, that steady grip and the bloom of blood?

What do you want? Always so suspicious, so full of anger, so ready to fight, you are so desperate to make yourself look bigger in your hunters’ eyes but don’t you understand, sweetling? You will never be big enough.

They are going to consume you, run run run run…

T’see you, sweets… He’s fallen back into that familiar drawl, no longer half-pleading for your mercy, your attention, now that he knows he has it, even as you shrink away from the heavy arms around you. Can you feel it? Can you feel the cold metal behind his gloves?

No?

But you know, don’t you.

You know.

You remember. What do you remember about them, rabbit?

How many times has that hand wrapped around your throat, how many times have you felt the life leave your lungs in the face of that steel-eyed gaze, how many times will you remember the jaws of the wolves snapping around you before you learn?

He sees it too.

He sees.

He sees the terror in your eyes, the way you writhe, the push of your body away from his and he holds you against his chest, Shhh, shh, I swear I ain’t gonna hurt you, sweets, just listen to me, be good…

Be good.

When you love wolves, you might as well make yourself prey.

He whispers your name against your temple, urges you still, rocks you slow and steady and there are no bruises on your neck but you remember them too well and your heart thuds blood through your ears, sends one last fleeting plea for survival before the world turns black and you crumple.

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