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A Birthday to Remember
Summary: You're birthday celebration is crashed by an unexpected guest. (Steve Rogers)
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, fingering, flirting, public canoodles
Note: @punishmepunisher said Evans was rocking a suburban dad who drinks applebee's margaritas and listens to Jimmy Buffett so this happened.
Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Please also reblog because it's a lot longer than I intended.
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You laugh over the rim of your appletini. The overly sweet drink goes down too easy as Charlotte calls for another round. It’s not exactly the thirtieth birthday you dreamed of, but you can’t complain for the company.
It’s almost fitting as you enter your third decade, the downhome atmosphere of the Applebee’s; the staticy classic rock buzzing from the speakers, televisions playing sports games over the bar, where men in golf shirts and khakis nurse Heinekins and cheer on their favourite batters. The old jokes don’t stop as Charlotte and Tatiana hide behind the few months until they cross the line of the big three-o.
“You think you can handle another round, grandma?” Tat giggles as she looks around for the waiter.
“Shut up,” you grumble and roll your eyes, “just you wait, you’ll regret it.”
“She’s getting cranky in her old age,” Charlotte cracks and drains the last of her pina colada.
You harrumph and cross your arms as you sit back against the plastic cushion. The waiter stops by as Tat calls for another order.
“I shouldn’t have trusted you two with planning this,” you bemoan, “I mean, really?”
“Oh, come on, you said no clubs,” Charlotte taunts, “so we went with something more your speed.”
“Let me guess, we’re hitting the funeral home next?” You scoff.
“That’s next year,” Tat cackles.
You shake your head and sit through their roast, the waiter bringing you a second appletini as you thank them. You’re gonna need at least half a dozen to get through the night, especially with these two.
The bright green liquid dwindles as you gulp it down eagerly, listening to Charlotte chatter about her new Tinder match. A cute redhead she claims. You haven’t had much luck on the app despite her many flings. You feel as if you’re doing something wrong and Tat is once more in her on-and-off hookup with her old college roommate.
As you’re ready for a third, pondering changing up the flavour, a sudden lull goes up as the crackle of a sparkler breaks the din. Several waiters approach singing happy birthday as you cringe and sink down in your seat. Charlotte and Tatiana join in out of tune, drawing out the song annoyingly as the cake is placed on the table before you.
You growl before you blow out the candles and the servers proclaim you next drink on the house. You smile and thank them, holding back your humiliation and ordering one of the blue drinks on special.
“Right,” you say as you’re finally left to wallow with your so-called friends, “I’m gonna break the seal.”
“Already? Oh, shoot, there goes her bladder, we should’ve brought the depends,” Tat jokes and you give her another snarl.
You leave them to their laughter as you climb down from the booth and head towards the signs beside the kitchen. You take your time, hiding in the stall as the alcohol flows into your veins and gives a bit of a tint to your vision. You wash your hands and stare at your reflection.
You don’t look older. You don’t feel it either. Thirty isn’t so bad. Give it a couple years and your few strands of grey will be streaks. You twist off the tap and yank out some paper towel to dry off.
It’s a bit louder as you come out into the restaurant. The bar’s growing raucous as bottles clink onto the wood top and the avid ball fans cheer for their team in the ninth inning. As you pass behind the stools, a body stumbles into you as he slides off a tall stool.
A large hand catches your lower back, steadying you before retracting abruptly.
“Oop, sorry about that, I didn’t see ya there,” the man takes a step back, resting his hand on the leather of his vacated seat, “oh, you’re the birthday girl, huh?”
“Oh, uh,” you glance over at Charlotte and Tat as they speak over the table, slurping from their thin straws, “yeah, my friends are a bit dramatic.”
“Here, let me buy you a drink,” he offers.
“Oh, no, no, that’s fine. It’s nice of you but–”
“I insist, come on,” he waves to the bartender, “what are you drinking?”
“Really, I can’t, I gotta get back to my friends,” you insist.
“Bah, make them wait, they don’t seem to miss you,” he peeks at them over his shoulder, “Steve, by the way.”
You nod, uncertain about the man. He’s older than you. Forty at least judging from the patches of silver at his temples that weave back into his golden hair. Even so, he’s not bad looking.
You return your name, another wary look to your table, and you fold your hands anxiously.
“Another margarita,” he orders over the bar and turns to you, “well?”
“Um, vodka soda,” you say, sticking to the same liquor. If you don’t feel your age, you definitely feel the alcohol.
“Here, all yours,” he pats the stool and steps away as the bartender begins his mixing.
“No, it’s fine–”
“I insist,” he points to the seat, his voice firm, fatherly almost, “sit.”
You hold back a sigh and step on the crossbar and haul yourself up. He stands beside you, his elbow on the bar as he digs out his wallet. He pays as your drinks are set down and tells the bartender to keep the change.
“You’re too nice,” you say, “buying a complete stranger a drink.”
“Stranger? I know your name, you know mine,” he says smoothly.
“Right,” you put your fingers on the cold glass, “I guess.”
“So, how old are you now? Wait, wait,” he raises his large hands, “let me guess,” he taps his chin as he thinks, eyes roving over you, “twenty-three?”
You nearly choke as you suck on the straw and scoff, “try again.”
“Hmmm, up or down?” he asks. You point at the ceiling and his brows shoot up, “oh, I see, aging gracefully.” He pauses to drink from the tall green neck of his beer bottle, “Twenty-five?”
You shake your head and give him a doubtful look, “you don’t have to lie, it’s not working.”
“Twenty-six?” He tries again, the same glower aimed back at him, “no? Shit, uh,” he hooks his thumb in his belt and hovers his glass before his lips. He squints at you and takes a slow drink, popping his lips off the rim as he thinks, “don’t tell me you’re thirty.”
You nod, “yep, thirty.”
“Jeez, well, you look good for thirty, trust me, I know,” he chuckles, “damn, I’m old.”
“Are you?” You wonder.
“Take a guess,” he leans on the bar as he crosses one foot over the other.
“I don’t want to,” you say, “I wouldn’t want to offend you.”
“What? Come on, I can’t look that old, I’m sure you can get it.”
“Steve,” you pluck his name out of your mind after a moment of grasping, “I don’t know.”
“Come on,” he goads.
You press your lips together and take another sip. You peer over at Charlotte and Tatianna. They���ve noticed and they’re watching none too subtly.
“I should get back to my friends,” you say again.
“You guess my age and you can go,” he says, “so?”
“Uh, I don’t know… thirty?” You utter weakly.
He laughs, “be serious,” he slides closer, brushing against your legs.
“Forty,” you resign in a stony voice.
His cheek ticks, “warmer.”
“Okay, er, forty-two?”
“Getting there,” he tilts his head.
“Higher or lower?” You ask impatiently and slide to the edge of the stool, wanting to get back to the table. 
“Higher,” his tone rolls in his throat smokily.
“Um, forty-five?” You bluster helplessly.
“Bingo,” he wiggles his glass at you, “fifteen years, huh? Not that much but enough.”
“Sure,” you say, confused, “well, I–”
“Hey,” Charlotte interrupts, “hate to butt in but we were getting a bit antsy so we cut the cake.”
“Here,” Tatiana hands you a plate with a slice, then offers another to Steve, “we figured we bring you some.”
“I’m coming back, it’s–”
“Thanks,” Steve takes it and sets down his drink, “you guys have some wild plans for the rest of the night?”
Tat gives a prolonged glance in his direction before her and Charlotte share a coded look, “well, that’s the thing. I have a girl waiting for me at my apartment and Char here has a guy blowing up her phone, but our friend, single as the day she was born.”
“Tat,” you hiss under your breath as Steve laughs.
“And she’s thirty. Tick tock,” Charlotte adds, “she won’t be able to score a sexy older man for much longer.”
“Shut up,” you growl.
“So, we’ve had our cake and ate it too,” Charlotte smirks, “so the table is all yours.”
You blink at her as you try not to seethe in anger. 
“Go on, enjoy the rest of your birthday, babe,” Tat adds as she adjusts her purse, “we’re just gonna share a cab.”
‘I hate you,’ you mouth over your glass before you take another drink.
They giggle and give a wave, “see you later, you can tell us all about it tomorrow,” Charlotte chimes as they strut away.
You gulp down the last of the bitter vodka soda and place it on the bar, “well, that was not uncomfortable at all. I’m gonna go grab my things and disappear.”
“Wait,” he says as you drop off the stool, your plate nearly toppling out of your hand, “you gotta have your cake. It’s your birthday.”
“I… guess,” you bite your lip, “but you don’t have to–”
“I think it’s pretty obvious that I want to,” he says, “so?”
You feel bad saying no, even if you’re uncertain about him. He’s friendly enough but you don’t exactly go for the suburban Applebee local. He did buy you a drink though so the least you can do is be polite.
“Sure,” you say, “I can’t eat all that cake alone.”
He grins and turns back for his margarita. You lead him to the table and sidle onto the bench. He slides in beside you to your surprise as you set down your plate. He’s close as he sits next to you and settles in.
“I prefer vanilla,” he says as he jabs his fork into the chocolate sponge.
“I don’t mind either,” you say as you mirror him. This is going to be an awkward night. Charlotte and Tatianna are going to pay.
“So, you must be from town?” he asks before taking a bite.
“Yeah, east end,” you answer.
“Ah, I live up in Chester,” he swallows, “pretty tame over there.”
“That’s close,” you say awkwardly, never very good at the whole conversation with a stranger thing.
“I look like the type, eh?” He glances down at his striped golf shirt.
“I didn’t think about it,” you lie, focusing on your cake as sweat beads on your scalp. He smells like bergamot and citrus,
“You don’t have to lie to me,” he says as he stretches his arm behind your head, his fork clinking against the plate.
“I’m not,” you reach for the forgotten blue cocktail you ordered before your venture to the toilets, “really.”
“So what do you do? You seem like a teacher type.”
“I do? Didn’t you think I was twenty-three?”
“Well, now I know you’re not. Maybe you’re a lawyer? You like to argue.”
“I’m not arguing,” you stop yourself, leaving the last bit of your slice untouched as you twirl your fork nervously, “I work in curriculum development. Not quite a teacher.”
“Ah, I knew it was something like that,” he puts his fork down on his empty plate and takes a napkin to wipe his lips, crumpling it up and tossing it with the silver. “You must work hard, no time for guys?”
“Just haven’t gotten to that,” you shrug as his arm falls onto your shoulder. You wriggle and try to shrug him off, “it’s warm in here,” you fan yourself as the fork shakes in your hand.
“Well, you’re damn hot, aren’t you?” he purrs as he leans in.
“Wha– I– Can you back up?” you choke out, “please.”
“Come on, baby, just a little fun for your birthday,” he turns towards you on the seat, blocking out the restaurant with his shoulders.
“Okay, no, you’re too–”
He shoves his hands between your legs and you gasp, clamping your thighs around his fingers.
“Hey,” you grab his wrist, “don’t do that–”
He curls his arm around your head and smothers your mouth with his other hand. You murmur into his palm as he forces his hands up to the seam of your leggings. Your eyes round as heat surrounds the pressure of his rough touch. His breath fills the tight space as he pulls your against him.
You’re almost in his lap as he places his chin on top of your head, hugging you to him as he rocks his hand. It’s painful as the coil winds within, the weight of his hand against your clit twists it tighter and tighter. You garble as he shakes your whole body with his rhythm and hushes you.
“Doesn’t that feel good, honey? Hm?” he keeps two fingers against your folds as he presses the heel of his hand against your bud, “fuck, I feel you getting wet through these things.”
You whimper as you latch onto his thick forearm, his scent drowning you as the alcohol laces through your hazy mind. He moves his fingers up and down, tracing the seam and pushes on the stitches with his nail. The fabric split and he tears the hole a little at a time.
You tremble as you claw at him, begging him in muffled sniffles to stop. He feels along the edge of your panties and inches them aside, delving between your wet lips. You bat your lashes in horror as he coos at you under his breath.
“Fuck, you are wet, honey, hm? You like being my little slut. With all these people around too…” he dips his fingers into you, wiggling his hand against your clit as he curls his knuckles, “yeah, you’re gonna cum already, aren’t you?”
The noise all around blurs; voices, the radio, the television, and the clatter of plates from behind the kitchen doors. You suck in air as your eyes roll back, the tingle spreading across your thighs as your hips rock without thinking. He squeezes as the fire bloom and smatters across your pelvis, an orgasm spiking against your will.
You puff against his hand as you squeeze his wrist and shudder through your climax. He eases you through, your walls twitching around him in rebellion. Slowly, he slips out and lets you go. You pants as you brace yourself against the cushion as he untangles his arm form your neck.
He puts his elbow on the table and admires his glistening fingers. You reach between your legs to feel the tear in your leggings, your cunt tender to the touch. He winks at you as he licks his fingers and pushes them into his mouth with a hum.
He pulls them out in a deliberate motion, “tasty,” he smirks and turns his hand, checking the time on his watch, “damn, I told the wife I’d be home at ten.”
You gape at him as he takes a deep swig from the curved glass and slides off the seat. You quiver as you sit up, watching him dumbly as you try to understand what just happened.
“See ya, honey,” he waves with the two fingers he just fucked you with, “happy birthday.”
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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year
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Hello there, the new soft-dark Steve idea looked so intriguing, promising and fantastic. Could we have a more of a snippet into that. Love thanks :). Also that new actor Ransom Drabble are amazing and beautiful
thanks and love :)
Their first ascent onto your shared apartment happened when they came to fetch Peter. The calls had ended up with a crackling miscommunication that made it impossible for anything to get across. Tony had dragged Steve with him, rendering the super soldier partially responsible for what Tony called ‘babysitting duties’ despite Peter being 20 and in university.
They expected Peter to open the door after they knocked, but it was Peter standing on the either side of the door. It was a young woman about the same age as Peter, a soft cotton sundress cutting perfectly on your body even though Steve was the only one to notice.
It was as if desire struck him with the strength of a bolt of lightning.
“You’re here for Peter right?” You titled your head and Steve, again, was inflicted with sudden jarring want.
“Are you his little live-in girlfriend?” Tony asked bluntly, confused by your appearance in his apartment.
“Roommate,” you answered and opened the door wider to let them in, “and its my name on the lease.”
Tony passed first, and then Steve. And when Steve brushed by you, he studied you as to commit everything about you to memory. He couldn’t have torn his eyes away if he tried, how lovely you were in a soft cheap sundress and barefoot…
Had he always been attracted by the notion of simplicity?
“Hey Peter!” You called out to the apartment, passing Tony and Steve to move to the kitchen. “Your callers have arrived.”
Tony wandered toward the living room but Steve lingered. He lingered and allowed an image to flash before his eyes, the welcoming home that a man like him needed.
The cheap cotton dress replaced by satin or silk, the bare feet set upon hardwood floors and pearls. The gentle kiss upon a temple as he came toward you with flowers. As he greet you as warmly as you greeted him, and the swell—Steve almost grew hard thinking of the swell of a belly, the unborn life of his seed in your womb.
It all flashes before his eyes, never before has he felt so impossibly drawn toward a woman before. And a younger woman, one who was without shades of grey or silver, one that hadn’t known the touch of war.
“Do you want a drink of something?”
“Scotch? Bourbon?” Tony asked from the living room, studying a few frames and Steve had yet to leave.
“Me? Drinking underage? How scandalous.” You snort and laughed under your breath, reaching into the fridge for a couple water bottles, handing one to Steve and setting the other on the counter for Steve.
“You’re in university?” He wondered, finally speaking. “With Peter?”
“Peter’s focus is far more technical than mine.” You shrugged and placed your hands upon the counter, jumping to sit on the edge.
Steve wondered, begged the question, if you would have liked him to drop to his knees if you were married.
It was an unhinged thought riddled and rooted in desire, but God did it feel good to think about.
“What are you studying?” Steve tore the lid off the bottle and downed half the water in one gulp.
“English literature and history.” You answered, kicking your heels against the cupboards. “I was debating going into the sciences but I’m not that technical—Peter! Today, man!”
The door opened and Peter scurried out, half dressed and unkempt, skidding to a stop in the living room. His brown eyes widened and a blush dusted his cheeks as he began to stutter.
“Hurry up, kid. We got things to do.” Tony snapped his fingers and ushered Peter toward the front door of the apartment, side-eyeing Steve suspiciously.
“Uhh…right…” Peter started toward the door, confused and a little anxious about both of them being here. “Bye I guess—?”
“Hi and bye.” You held up your hand to wave, a smirk on your face.
“Nice meeting you, doll.” Steve let it slip, wincing and mentally grating himself over letting it out.
He was screwed up just by meeting you, just by seeing you in a cotton sundress.
“Peter, keys!” You called out as the door opened, followed by the jingle of metal.
“I would’ve forgotten them again,” he dryly snort, “she keeps me sane.”
“Yeah yeah, keep walking kid.” Tony set him on the path to get out, the two leaving with Steve the last.
“Nice meeting you, Cap.” You called after him, still sitting on the cupboard.
And that image of himself on his knees with his head between your thighs still vibrant in his mind.
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springlibrary · 1 year
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Fic & Author Recommendations Wrapped 2022
This is a first I am doing this but I felt that I want to share what I’ve been reading for the past couple of months. 
Some authors you may already know and some, maybe not yet. But what they all have in common is that they make really amazing stories which I believe should be shared to everyone.
The categories will simply be separated by Dark and Non-Dark. I think it’s easier that way, but I will mention either way if they (the non-dark ones) are fluff, angst or simply smut. 
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Dark
Unsolicited (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Summary: You run into a rude stranger at the mall, but this won’t be just another chance encounter.
All in the Family (Silverfox!Loki x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ Summary: Your new boyfriend invites you to meet his parents for the holidays.
Wallflower (Silverfox!Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​​ Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.
High Value Hero (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rustytricycle Summary: America’s golden boy, Steve Rogers, doesn’t have the most modern view of women behind closed doors. And the podcasts his buddy Sam has introduced him to don’t help the situation. Unfortunately for you, you catch his eye when you become his next door neighbor.
The Fall of Aphrodite (ThorKi x Reader) by @cherienymphe Summary: You have the hearts of both of the princes, but nothing good lasts forever.
If I can’t have you (Andy Barber x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​ Summary: After your professor calls off your affair, you won’t take no for an answer. Andy loves you and you love him— you’re meant to be.​
Fixer-Upper (Lumberjack!Steve x Reader) by @straywords​ Summary: You move to the countryside but life isn’t the cottage daydream you hoped for.
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Grey
Put You In Your Place (Stepdad!Andy Barber x Stepdaughter!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki Summary: Andy is sick of his stepdaughter continuously stepping out of line, and when he catches her spiking the punch at Jacob’s sixteenth birthday party, he’s had enough. It’s time he teaches her a lesson.
Show Some Respect (James Conrad x OFC) by @ladycamillewrites Summary: Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine General was assigned Capt. Conrad’s expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear.
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Non-Dark
Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst
Poker Face (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85​​ 💚 ​ Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief?
It’s Always Been You (Loki x Reader) by @sarahscribbles​​ 💙 ​ Summary: Loki follows you from the Yule celebration with one question on his mind.
Come Around Sundown (Tattooed!DBF!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​ 💚 ​ Summary: What happens at Christmas is never just a one time thing, and when summer break rolls around, you find yourself repeating past mistakes. Or is it a mistake?
Chocolate and Promises (Loki x F!Reader) by @michelleleewise​ 💔💙 Summary: You have been friends with Loki awhile, so when he locks himself away you make it your mission to get to the bottom of it.​
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Give these writers some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you liked their fics. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖
p.s. you can also send me some of your recommendations. Just slide in my ask or my DMs.
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Happy April lovelies 🌸 Another month, another rec list! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.
Happy reading 💕
Bucky Barnes ✨
Just let me see them by @kinanabinks
mob!bucky x best friend!reader
Miss me by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Vampire Rockstar Bucky! x Reader
Love like a bruise by @targaryenvampireslayer
Dark!TWD!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Insatiable by @navybrat817
Bucky Barnes x female reader
Though I have never read it by @tuiccim
Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Say my name by @lunarbuck
Ari Levinson x f!reader
Skin by @flordeamatista
dbf!ari levinson x reader
Don't get sad, get even by @writing-for-marvel
Boyfriend’s Roommate!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader
Melting by @onsunnyside
Mafia!Ari Levinson x lovesick!reader
After hours by @flordeamatista
ceo!silverfox!ari levinson x personal assistant!reader
Steve Rogers ✨
Finding home by @navybrat817
Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
His inheritance by @jtargaryen18
Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Deny me by @straywords
Dom!Steve Rogers x Bratty! Reader
Unholy by @straywords
Dark! Priest! Steve x Reader
Ride with me by @flordeamatista
biker!steve rogers x reader
Breathe me by @honeystevie
40s!Steve Rogers x Filipina!reader
Steve Harrington ✨
Moments tucked away by @talesofesther
Steve Harrington x Reader
Eddie Munson ✨
Forevermore by @jobean12-blog
Vampire!Eddie Munson x reader
Multiple characters ✨
The perfect life by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Dark!Steve x You x Dark!Bucky
Traditional by @navybrat817
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers
Fuck up the friendship by @summerofsnowflakes
College!SoccerPlayer!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader and College!SoccerPlayer!Steve x Fem!Reader
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nekoannie-chan · 1 year
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Week 10 Reblog Masterlist
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Welcome to Week 10 2023 or Week 166, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.
I hope you enjoy it!
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♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.
♥ You can check my masterlist here.
♥ You can check my main reblog masterlist 2023 here.
♥ You can check my March reblog masterlist 2023 here.
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🧡 ᶜᵒᵐᵉᵈʸ
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This is the list of the fic I read and recommend in Week 10 2023:
 No pressure part I (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💚💙
We go crashing down (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @abovethesmokestacks💙
I don’t want to go (Buddie) by @mumucow 💚💙
Escort to the multiverse chapter 5: She’ll fucking listen now! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💙
Sitcom (Runaways) by @ta3hann1e 💚
The Institute (Wanda Maximoff X Reader, Jean Grey X Reader) by @messedupfan 💚💙
Tit for tat (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @tuiccim ❤️
Gendrya fic (Gendrya) by @fineosaur 💚
So pretty with a knife in your hand (Serial Killer!Steve Rogers X Accomplice!Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey 🖤❤️
Escort to the multiverse chapter 6: Listen, don’t fucking talk (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💙
Pool party (Alvey Kulina X OFC) by @crazytxgradstudent 💙
What you deserve (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogerswifesblog ❤️💚
Ice cream (Clint Barton X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms 💚
Feels like tonight (Dark!Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 🖤❤️
Pure (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @alostlovergirl 🖤❤️
Imagine your first-time having sex with your boyfriend (John Proudstar X Reader) by @marvellousimagines ❤️💚
Forgotten birthday (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll 💚💙
Brock Rumlow fanfic (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @buckyseternal❤️
Steve Rogers fanfic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @emerald-evans❤️
Imagine seeing Karolina’s powers for the first time (Karolina Dean X Reader) by @anotherimaginescollection​ 💚
Safe haven (John Proudstar X OC) 💙
The pages in between (Victoria Helstrom X Reader) by @naturalxselection​ 💚
The wrong Stein (Karolina Dean X Reader) by @cactiem​ 💚
Steve Rogers as a boyfriend and as a husband (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll​ 💚
Costumes (Tatum Riley X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms​ 💚
The unexpected Valentine (SilverFox!CEO!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​❤️
Wine tears (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @hypnoticsin​ 🖤❤️
Down with the ship (Steve Rogers X OFC) by @brooklyn-1918​ 💚💙
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souurcitrus · 2 months
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Earth-18104
Since I started getting more into Marvel I made a bunch of OCs for the media, and with time I created a whole universe to insert them in the stories. So I'm gonna start posting here my personal time-line.
These events include stories from the comics, a bit of the cartoons and the movies. Many events or characters have their backstories changed and I will include my ocs here.
It's just a project I do for fun (and has been taking my mind in the last years help). It's not complete. There's still a lot to work but I got the basics.
Time-line
B. C - Events
• Okkara and the Enriched
• Birth of Apocalypse
• The Clan Akkaba
A. C. - Events
• Thanos' birth
• Creation of the Ten Rings
• Fall of Titan
15th / 16th / 17th Century - Events
• Odin brings the Tesseract to Earth
• Rise of Count Dracula
• Apocalypse and the Army of Darkness defeat Dracula
• Fall of Tenochtitlán
• Creation of Talokan and birth of K'uk'ultan
• Selene Essex becomes Lady Sinister
• Trial of Agatha Harkness
• Apocalypse is sealed by his subordinates
18th / 19th Century - Events
• Mystique's birth
• Victor Creed's birth
• Logan's birth
• Victor Creed and Tereza Márquez (OC) meet
• Howlett's Tragedy
• Irene Adler and Raven Darkholme meet
• Fall of Akkaba Clan
• Origins: Wolverine I
20th Century
1900 - 1930 - Events
• Origins: Wolverine II
• Wolrd War I
1940 - Events
• World War II
• Johann Schmist finds the Tesseract
• Steve Rogers becomes Captain America
• Bucky Barnes becomes his partner
• Phineas Horton creates the original Torch
• Sgt. Nick Fury and the Howling Commandos
• Foundation of Weapon X by Dr. Abraham Cornelius Truett
• Captain America dissappears and Bucky Barnes is taken by HYDRA
• Logan marries Itsu. Later she is murdered by the Winter Soldider and his son is taken
• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier become stepbrothers
• Wong starts his training in Kamar-Taj
• Howard Stak works for SHIELD
1950 - Events
• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier fight in the Korean War. Marko dissapears after finding the Temple of Cyttorak
• Max Eisenhardt marries Magda
• The original Torch dissapears / dies
• Logan meets Silverfox
• Magda and their daughter dies, Max Eisenhardt changes his name to Erik Lehnsherr
• 1950 Avengers
1960 - Events
• Charles Xavier meets Moira Mactaggert and Gabrielle Haller
• Sabretooth and Wolverine join Team X
• Adam Brashear becomes Blue Marvel
1970 - Events
• Professor X, Magneto, Mystique and Destiny create the first team of X-Men
1980 - Events
• Captain Marvel
• Ghost Rider
• The Incredible Hulk
• Iron Man
• Ant-Man and Wasp
• Hawkeye and Mockingbird
Age of Heroes - The first famous groups of heroes start to rise, the first conflicts earth went through after FF, the Avengers, the X-Men, the Decenders and the others formed.
1989 -
• The Fantastic Four
• Puppet Master
1990 -
• The Avengers
1991 -
• Jessica Drew works for SHIELD as Arachne
• Logan adopts Amiko Kobayashi
• Matt Murdock debuts as Daredevil
1992 -
• The X-Men (Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Angel, Iceman and Beast)
• The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants
• X-Men VS Juggernaut
• Sam Wilson becomes the Falcon
1993 -
• Simon Williams joins the Masters of Evil as Wonder Man
• New Avengers (Black Panther, Hercules, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Hawkerye, Falcon)
• Jennifer Walters becomes She-Hulk
1994 -
• Sue Storm and Reed Richards Wending
• The Fantastic Four meets Black Panther
• Dane Withman becomes Black Knigt
• Z'Nox attack
• Wade Wilson becomes Deadpool
• Silver Sufer and Galactus
• Alex Summers becomes an X-Man
• Betsy Braddock becomes Captain Britain
1995 -
• Mesmero attacks Krakoa. Lorna Dane joins the X-Men as Polaris
• Patsy Walker becomes Hellcat
• Peter Parker becomes Spider-Man
• Jessica Jones becomes Jewel
• Heroes for Hire (Luke Cage and Danny Rand)
• Norman Osborn becomes the Green Goblin
• Natasha Romanoff leaves the Red Room and joins SHIELD, working alongside Mockingbird and Hawkeye
• Frankie Raye joins the Fantastic Four as Photon.
• The Avengers battle against Ultron and Vision
• Among us stalk the Sentinels! Ororo Muroe and Sean Cassidy join the X-Men
• Frank Castle becomes the Punisher
• Jean Grey absorbed the power of the Phoenix
1996 -
• Hank McCoy joins the Avengers
• Greer Nelson becomes Tigra
• Secret Empire
• Avengers / Defenders War
• Flint Marko becomes Sandman
• Second Genesis.
• Hulk VS Wolverine
• Cyclops starts a new team of X-Men (Wolverine, Storm, Thunderbird, Colossus, Nightcrawler and Sunfire)
• X-Men VS Erik the Red and D'Ken
• Wanda Maximoff and the Darkhold
• Darren Cross becomes Yellow Jacket
• Wanda uses her magic to create her sons
• Mystique and Destiny start a new Brotherhood of Evil Mutants
• Kitty Pryde and Alison Blaire join Xavier's Institue
• Dark Phoenix and death of Jean Grey. Cyclops leaves the team
• Kree / Skrull War
1997 -
• Days of Future Past. Rachel Summers and Lucas Bishop join the X-Men
• Cyclops meets Madelyne Prior.
• Rogue absorves Carol Danvers powers
• Rhino VS Spider-Man
• The trial of Hank Pym
• X-Men VS the Brood
• She-Hulk joins the Avengers
• Wanda and Vision find out their sons are magic creations of the Darkhold
• Illyana Rasputin is captured and taken to the Limbo
• New Mutants
• The Morlocks
• Rogue joins the X-Men. Logan marries Mariko.
• Beta Ray Bill!
• Venom arrives at Earth
• Hawkeye creates the West Coast Avengers
• Forge joins the X-Men
• Curtis Connors becomes the Lizard
1998 -
• Jean Grey returns
• Nathan Summers is born
• Mutant Massacre
• Madelyne is corrupted by the demon N'Astirh, becoming the Goblin Queen
• Asteroid M
• Fall of the Mutants
• Franklin Richards is born
• The Punisher took over the Assassins' Guild, and later became a substitute teacher while investigating drug trafficking at a school
• Wolverine and Jubilee work together against the Hand
• Gambit joins the X-Men
• Genosha X-Tinction Agenda
• Legacy Virus
1999 -
• Kree/Shi'ar War
• X–Cutioner Song
• Rise of Midnight's Children
• Maximum Carnage
• Fatal Attractions
• Bloodties. Fabian Cortez kidnaps Luna Maximoff
• Sabretooth goes to the X-Men after he starts losing control of his feral side
• Cyclops and Marvel Girl marry
• Generation Next and Phalanx events. Emma Frosts takes the new mutants as her students. Blink dissapears.
• The Hellions die
• Peter Parker meets Olivia Octavius, who later becomes Dr. Octopus
• Sabretooth escapes. Angel loses his wings
• Ozyamndias comes to warn the X-Men about the return of Apocalypse
2000 -
• Jessica Drew joins the Heroes for Hire
• Graydon Creed's assassination
• Apocalypse returns with his Knights
2001 -
• Mantis creates Adam Warlock. Later Gamora is sent to kill them, but decides to betray Thanos. With Drax, Groot and Rocket, they become the Guardians of Galaxy.
• The Thunderbolts
2002 -
• Sepent Crown's arc. Lemuria and Talokan are revealed to the world
2003 -
• Jessica Drew returns as a heroes and joins the Heroes for Hire with Cage and Rand
2004 -
• The start of Infinity Gaulent arc. Earth's heroes lose the battle to Thanos. Half of the Universe dissapears.
• The X-Men split in Team Gold and Team Blue
2005 -
2006 -
• Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson marry
2007 -
2008 -
2009 -
• Mayday Parker is born
2010 -
• The Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four, Guardians of Galaxy and Denfenders join forces to fight Thanos once more
• Thor becomes king of Asgard
2011 -
• The Avengers rebuilt their base.
• Scott Lang joins the team as the new Ant-Man.
• Emma Frost and Scott Summers re-open the Academy X
2012 -
• E is for Extinction
• Runaways!
• Jean Grey dies fighting Xorn
• Gitfted / The Mutant Cure
• Ana Corazon becomes Spider-Girl
• Logan meets Laura Kinney
• The Winter Soldier Returns
2013 -
• M Day happens
• Vulcan takes the throne from Lilandra
• Peter Quill joins the Guardians of Galaxy
2014 -
• The Young Avengers!
° Iron Lad (16), Kate Bishop (17/18), Wiccan, Speed (16), Patriot (16), Hulking (16), Sting (14), Jonas (??)
• The New X-Men
° Armor, Loa, Prodigy, Cuckoos, (15), Rockslide, Pixie Hellion, Flubber, Gentle, Wind Dancer, Surge, Wallflower, Onyxx, Quill, Network, Wither (14),
° Mercury, Indra, Dust, Ink, Laura, Elixir, Kidogo, Trance, Dryad, Icarus, Tag, Preview, DJ (13), Wing, Wolf Cub, Rubber Maid, Bling!, Anole, Match, Specter (12)
• Stryker attacks Xavier's Institue
2015 -
• World War Hulk
• Birth of the Mutant Messiah
• The Avengers and other heroes fight Kang. Sam becomes Captain America
2016 -
• Skrull Invansion
• Dark Reign
• The X-Men move to Utopia
• The Inner Circle attacks Genosha
• Hope returns as the Messiah
• Hank Pym opens the Avengers Academy
2017 -
• Children's crusade
• Hope and the Lights
• Apocalypse Solution. Warren Worthington III becomes heir of Apocalypse
• Fear Itself
• The Schism between the X-Men happens
2018 -
• Miles Morales (13) becomes Spider-Man
• Logan opens the Jean Grey School For Higher Learning
• Jean Foster is diagnosed with cancer
2019 -
• The Phoenix returns
• Rage of Ultron. Hank Pym dies
• Khamala Khan (16) becomes Ms. Marvel
2020 -
• Ms. Marvel, Nova and Spider-Man create the new Champions
2021 -
2022 -
2023 -
• The Mutants create Krakoaland
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Body Positivity Challenge Masterlist
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To everyone who has come forward with their beautiful stories that sooth, empower and make us love ourselves, thank you. I’ll be compiling a list of all the delightful works submitted for this challenge. Be sure to check them out and show some love to the amazing authors who have gifted them to us.
(To join, click here)
Please read all the warnings on these works before reading them. Some of them may contain dark themes, sensitive and triggering issues and imagery, and language. Your media consumption is your responsibility and I would not stand for any hatred against any of the authors. 
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The Cut by @punemy-spotted : You cannot carry all your pain on your own
Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Muslim-Coded Reader
I cannot put into words how utterly beautiful this fic is. I never expected to get an entry for something as delicate a subject as FGM, and when Tessa submitted this, I was moved to tears. If there ever was a tale of love and acceptance, of forgiving yourself for crimes that were never your own and of a love great enough to overflow the ocean, this is it. 
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Delight in your Sweetness by @nbraraeaves :  Zemo needs you, his pet researcher, to be a distraction for him in the field. To your immense surprise, this includes dressing up for a particularly fancy gala and pretending to be his wife. You enjoy this far more than you’d care to admit - especially in light of what comes after.
Pairing: Baron Zemo x curvy!fem!Reader
Mystery, humor, comfort, love and a plot that will steal your breath, those are just a few things that are amazing about this fic. Zemo and the reader will take you on a ride that will leave you hot and bothered, but also feeling so wholesome about yourself. Loving yourself can be difficult, but together, the burden is easier to share. An absolute masterpiece of a story. 
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Useless by @ironlady1993​ :  Forced to a life you never wanted to; you carried the baby for two Super soldiers. And to make things worse, you can’t even look at your once perfectly and beautiful body anymore.
Pairing: Dark!Steve rogers x Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes / Steve x Bucky
To every person who considers women a piece of meat, to every person who thinks motherhood makes one weak, this fic is a slap on your patriarchal face. This is a story of attaining self worth and love, of growing to love every mark on your body and to embrace the strength that lays in being a woman and mother. You read this fic and you come out empowered. 
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The Bad Days by @avengerslittleprincess
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
There are those days where we look at ourselves and see someone we don't like. There are days when loving ourselves is a task, when accepting someone else's love is a task too. But then again, there is someone in our life ready to tell us our worth, to reflect back our beauty onto us until we become whole again. A perfect, whole fic for when you think "am I really enough?". Because you are.
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Rocky Waters by @animnerd : Rose is out with her boyfriend having a great time untill some negative thoughts keep coming up. How will Bucky help out his girl?
Pairing: Bucky x OFC (Rose)
We have those days that take us over, thoughts that start infringing on our lives. When that happens, we need someone to hold us and anchor us, to assure us that the dark and difficult path we'll walk, it won't be alone. This is a story where a small kiss can act as a soothing balm, and one where Rose is never alone.
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All you need by @syntheticavenger : Steve whisks you away for your first weekend together to take your mind off of work but sharing a bed together brings back insecurities you’d tried to hide.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader
If some day you look into a mirror and cringe, if some day you have trouble uttering the word 'beautiful' to yourself, come here and read this fic. The marks on our body are a part of us and our beauty. They signify growth and strength, they signify beauty. When you forget that, Steve is there to remind you, and so is Synth who came us with this beautiful and wholesome story.
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Do you know how beautiful you are? by @animnerd : Rose and Hook were friends for a long time. Rose had feelings for hook. One day while out on Hook’s ship enjoying the day. Rose went below deck to change clothes only to find that she has a new pimple. She flips out and tries to hid it from Hook. While hook find out?
Pairing: Hook x OFC (Rose)
I don't think any of us went through puberty without obsessing over acne and the scars left behind. Some of us struggle right into our adulthood. But reading this fic made me so happy about the bumps and are scars on my face. Beauty is a social construct, and you don't need to be "flawless" to be beautiful ❤️
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Perfect Imperfections by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork : After a lifetime of issues with your skin that result in some scaring, you have a condition called hidradenitis suppurativa. (a chronic skin condition that has painful flare ups and leaves scars.) Letting Sam see these imperfections scare you, but he is a patient man.
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader
The next time you look into a mirror and don't like what you see, it's not you, it's the mirror. The mirror is biased, based on the society's judgement and flawed standards and it flows in us too and makes us doubt our beauty. Reading this beautiful fic helps with that. When your body is marked and you have difficulty accepting that, turn away from the silver mirror and instead look at Sam Wilson who sees only the best and beautiful in you. This will make your heart soar.
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What she Deserves by @ladyfallonavenger
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (super size not plus size)
When you have one of those moments where you wanna lean against the wall and cry because loving yourself is difficult, read this fic. It's a story of not just having someone who would hold you as you crumble and show you your worth, but also of self acceptance and growth. And if like me you wanna cheer as you read this, don't hesitate. Because you are a badass and a beautiful woman!
💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃
Are you Ok? by @animnerd : Rose and Steve worked out in the tower. Rose is in pain. Is there something she is not telling Steve?
Pairing: Steve, Wanda, Reader (platonic)
Physical disorders and conditions chip away at our self confidence. On days that we push through the pain to prove we aren't weak, we need friends to hear our unsaid cries. That's what this is about. Friendship that in enduring and without judgement. About strength that is inside and shines brightest when we're broken.
💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃
The Mark of an Angel by @bluemusickid
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Everyday is a battle in this world of plasticity. How does one love themselves when the mirror reflects back what people say is ugly or undesirable? On the days that your body doesn't feel like a beautiful home, read this. It takes time to get over those dark thoughts, but with someone to support you beside you, I am sure you'll power through. I promise you, you'll be smiling towards the end of this.
💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃
To Be So Loved Through It All by @geniedetails : You matched with Andy on a dating app and now it’s time to finally meet him. From 1st to 2nd to 3rd base through texting, things are heating up between you two, but will things be as easy as they were behind the screen?
Pairing: Plus Size! Black! Female! Reader x Silverfox! Daddy! Andy Barber
Have you ever bitten your lip in worry when meeting somebody because you don't think you're enough? Because you've been told your beauty is not actually beauty? If so, read this enchanting tale of two people coming together in the best of ways where body and soul are worshipped and appreciated just like they deserve to be.
💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃
My Angels by @glazedhoneywriting : Being an Omega is tough and Y/N thought she’d never get picked and escape the auction palace but little did she know an Alpha or a pack of them would. Certainly the angels that would take her away from a place of horrors.
Pairing: Alpha!Danneel Harris x Alpha!Etla Harris x Alpha!Rachel Harris x Omega!Reader
For the women who keep their heads down, who try hard to fit into beauty standards, this is for you. Everytime you've felt unworthy and mistreated, read this fic. Not only does it break through gender roles and stereotypes, but also gives you and your body the appreciation it deserves.
💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃
My Love Never Changes by @queenmalhinewahine : You and Steve have put off sex after having a baby. But you put it off even longer because your body is different, everything has shifted. Steve gladly puts those fears to rest.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Changes in our bodies are often difficult to deal with. We start perceiving ourselves as unworthy because of how we look. We think of underserving of love and attention. But then again, there are those in our life whose love for us never changes, no matter how much we do.
💃💃Body Positivity💃💃
Once in a while by @captainapple : You have to deal with your insecurities and Ransom’s family
Pairing : Ransom Drysdale X Chubby! Reader
It's difficult to please everyone. In fact, it's impossible. When the world wants to point out every little flaw in you, even loving yourself can be a task. So this story is a good way of reminding yourself that sometimes, it's okay to be the asshole. It's okay to be selfish and love yourself with abandon. Hold the hand of one who sees beauty in you and be happy.
💃💃Body Positivity💃💃
Lovely Dissonance by @mutants-and-soldiers : After a long hiatus, you’ve decided to throw yourself back into your one passion: Singing. It’s been a rocky road since the accident but you’re ready to get back onto your feet and brush off those singing chops that have been put to the side. You just don’t expect to find something more than just a fulfilling career.
Pairing: singer!Bucky x singer!Reader x pianist!Steve
Being judged by your appearance rather than your talent is something that sadly a lot of us have experienced. I am absolutely in awe of series that so wonderfully captures the double standards of the society so well and how at times we just need someone to see the real us and tell us our worth that goes beyond how we look.
💃💃Body Positivity💃💃
Kiss it better, baby by @shieldedreams : in frank’s eyes, you’re the most beautiful person he’s known. he learns that you don’t see the same and he strives to prove it to you. 
Pairing: Frank Adler x Reader
Sometimes it is difficult to be vulnerable in front of those we love. The fear of our demons is sometimes explicit and sometimes so internalised that we try to forget it. But this fic is proof that if you have someone in your life who truly loves you, who cares for you in a way that is pure and reaches beyond the surface, being vulnerable becomes a blessing. To have someone cherish and love us at our weakest is a beautiful feeling.
💃💃 Body Positivity💃💃
Recalcitrance by @sobluesobeautiful : Jerks, assholes, shamers.This queen doesn’t need a Prince on a white horse to come save the day, but you’ve got no objection if he fucks all the negativity away.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!busty!Short!Reader
We don't realise how much we limit ourselves subconsciously due to the "male gaze". We've been told to look and act a certain way to avoid that kinda attention, but it's so important to realise that we shouldn't have to change because some men are creeps. This is a story of a girl struggling with a body she loves, a tale of a girl trying to be more than a piece of meat. It's her story of meeting a man who loves all of her, and of her loving herself in return.
💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃
My Angel by @saiyanprincessswanie : Steve is proud to call you his wife even when life throws a curve ball and you fall sick. No matter what anyone says you are his saving grace, his beautiful Angel. He will always be happy to remind you how much you mean to him.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Disabled!Reader
Strength comes from within. It comes with facing the world with a smile despite how much the world expects you to break down. It comes from having that special someone in your life who will cheer and support you through thick and thin. This was a tale of a woman braving every battle of her life with a heart that never gives up. It's a tale of two people who never stop loving, despite what the world tells them.
💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃
Flowers for the Mirror by @the-soulofdevil
Pairing: None. But ima say Stucky X reader
I have very few words to say about this entry. It's something so raw and potent, something so universal in its hurt and love that I don't think I can express what it is in words. To road to healing is a bumpy one, a almost never ending one, but it's so rewarding. If you're someone who has ever found it difficult to look into a mirror, who has ever felt they weren't beautiful enough, please read this. Your soul will find in these words a kindred spirit
💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃
Turn the Lights On by @sweetlyscared : You can hide when the lights are off, but Steve will always seek you.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
The journey to love and acceptance is laced with pain and scars. But it's so important to realise that their presence doesn't mar your beauty. It doesn't make you weak or imperfect. It makes you a warrior. A fighter. This fic is for everyone whose scars tell a story that is difficult to put it words. It's a fic to celebrate yourself and your bravery.
💃💃Body Positivity💃💃
Just The Way You Are by @jamesbarnesappreciationclub : Cassia’s inner phoenix awakens thanks to Bucky.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC! Cassia Maddox
Healing from the past takes time, but it's easier to do so with a person by your side who sees the best in you. For those who find themselves alone, know that there is always that one person who would go out of their way to make you smile.
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Hey, guys I hope everyone's day is going spectacular! As you all know, today is Chris Evans 40th birthday!! I wanted to do something special for such a special day. Thus, I have compiled a list of my absolute favorite stories written for Chris Evans's characters.
Be advised, however, some of these are dubious consent, non-con, daddy kink, spitting, squirting, oral m/f receiving, creampie, anal, and all other manner of kinks I did not realize I enjoyed until joining the site.
It took me a very long time to compile this list and I may have to do some for Sebastian Stan later since some people want to cancel him. But we're not going to talk about that right now.
Here is a list of some of my absolute favorite Chris Evans stories in no particular order.
Golden Boy (Dark!Steve Rogers) - @angrythingstarlight
What sets this one apart from the rest of her stories, is that there's a deep resentment from Steve to Bucky in the very beginning of their friendship.
What The King Has (Soft!Dark Steve Rogers) - @sincerelythedarkside
I just read this one this morning. This was sooo good guys!
Hidden Solace (Andy Barber) - @ozarkthedog
This was difficult. I kept thinking I'd pick Reparations or Cock Worship, but Andy being a little touch starved did it for me.
Burning Desire (Andy, Steve & Ransom as Triplets) - @sinner-as-saint
She really gives you the best of 3 worlds here!
Ticking Clock (Dark!Andy Barber) - @syntheticavenger
Another tough choice. Synth comes straight for your heart and vagina, and you'll love her for it!
Stealth (Steve Rogers) - @afriendlyblackhottie
I may have bitten off more than I can chew, guys! It's so hard picking just one because there's nothing she's written that I can say is not one of my favorites. I'm telling you, get some wine or your favorite drink (alcoholic or not), put your feet up, and enjoy this lovely lady's artistry!
Back Rooms (punk!Me from Playing It Cool) - @fineanddandy
Not only did she use the fabulous @nix-akimbo edit for this one, but she makes you question if loyalty to a friend is worth walking away from a guy that genuinely wants you.
A Different Kind of Love (Alpha!Andy & Beta!Jake) - @river-soul
Can you imagine having both Jake and Andy in an A/B/O world? Read this story and you won't have to imagine!
Wear Me Down (Ari Levinson) - @navybrat817
Her fight is commendable, but you can't fight fate!
The Valentine's Cock Up (Steve Rogers) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes
God, this makes me laugh just thinking about it!
Original Sin (Dark!Bryce Langley) - @stargazingfangirl18
This had to be my hardest pick yet. What can I say about this ridiculously talented author? She made me lust over Robert Pronge which I promise was not an easy feat. I went kicking and screaming, but I'm here. Honorable Mention to her latest series Necessary Arrangements & Devil's Advocate.
Good Little Wife (Soft!Dark!Mob!Andy Barber) - @donutloverxo
All of her stories have a sort of soft and gentle reader that the men trip over themselves to take care of. I love it!
Goodbye Again (Endgame!Steve Rogers & Avengers!Steve Rogers) - @sweetlyscared
I can go on all day about how much I love this story! The emotions, the love, the loss, gah!!! I'll never not reblog this story.
Snowed In (Ransom Drysdale) - @the-iceni-bitch
Another author who has me lusting over Robert Pronge! I love her Ransom stories, beginning with Snowed In, because while he's still an ass, his girl gives it back just as easily.
Renewing Vows (Dark!Steve Rogers) - @gotnofucks
Dibs is one of my favorite authors. She's one of the few authors on this site that when you read her stories, especially the dark ones, you feel the obsession and single-minded desire to possess you no matter the circumstances. I love how she incorporates her culture in some of her stories as well, particularly the Happily Ever After series. You know it's wrong, but seeing the Avengers in their desi apparel still makes me go, "aww! They really want to make her feel welcomed!" P.S. I really, really came close to choosing Murder at the Whorehouse!
Dark Assassin (Dark!Silverfox!Steve Rogers) - @kleohoneyao3
It took me forever to find this story again. I've always been attracted to older men, but Silverfox!Steve is the goat! My second favorite is Of the Earth.
Little Red series (Steve/Curtis/Andy/Ransom/Johnny) - @autumnrose40
This proud Omega always gives you the best C. Evans characters stories. And she's not afraid to push boundaries with different species(werewolves, mermen, octogods, etc). I'm always so happy to see she's posted something.
Creamsicle (Robert Pronge & Dark!Andy Barber) - @sapphirescrolls
I don't think I need to list Robert as dark, do I??? While she has a cornucopia of dark writings, this is my favorite!
I Have Questions (Steve Rogers) - @royallyprincesslilly
Accidentally dirty-talking Steve Rogers? Hell yeah!
Unhappily Married (Dark!Steve Rogers) - @cherienymphe
This is a wonderfully talented dark writer. I almost chose Twice Bitten several times because (1) she writes vampires the way they're meant to be written, and (2) Steve is so unapologetically hot and cold with the reader it makes me weep. But I do love kids (set in fiction only) and poor Nathan needs a real mother!
Hirsute (Werewolf!Andy Barber) - @avintagekiss24
Whew! This was tough. I literally love all her stories, particularly Blue Ocean Floor and her latest, 'with the weight of the world at the tips of my fingers.' There's a sleek elegance to her writing that is unmatched.
Let Me Teach You (Jake Jensen) - @vannybarber
Jake Jensen does not get enough love. Luckily, he's starting to come up. This writer gives him all the love and appreciation he deserves with this story.
Tell Me You Love Me (Steve Rogers) - @lotusss-flowerbomb
We all have pasts, but if you're going to let your co-workers get drunk around your girl, give her a heads up that you may or may not have hooked up with the gorgeous red-haired spy. Loved this so much!!
Mr. and Mrs. Ari Levinson Invite You to...the Worst Wedding. Ever. (Mob!Ari Levinson) - @caffiend-queen
I've never seen Ari written like this. He's wild and crazy and utterly addicted to his new little wife.
I loved everything about this wedding, especially the author letting us see the different Jewish wedding traditions. If you didn't love Ari before this story, you will after this story!
This was fun you guys! And it gives me a point of reference in case I once again lose some of the stories listed here.
As an added bonus, here are some of my favorite @nix-akimbo edits:
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Cruel Intentions (Steve Rogers x Reader)
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WARNINGS: NON-CON, manipulation, mentions of abuse, therapist!Steve, silverfox!Steve, drugging
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This is for the “For the Fic” challenge whose winner for my fic was @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​
The entire plot was her request and I hope that you like it!
summary: after escaping an abusive ex, you find solace in a therapist recommended to you by a friend. 
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“...I know I shouldn’t...but sometimes I blame myself. In Harry, I know that I was looking for what I never had in my family. I think it made me quick to rush into things...to ignore what I should have seen.”
Your eyes remained on the dark carpet, the man before you humming as the scribbling sound of his pen reached your ears. You fought hard not to fidget, a horrible habit you’d picked up in the last 3 years. You finally lifted your head again when the room was bathed in silence, eyes meeting familiar blue ones as he studied you.
You were used to these short moments of silence by now.
You’d been recommended to Dr. Steve Rogers by a friend, a friend who’d helped you escape your violent ex in the dead of night while he’d been away on business. She had grown worried when it became obvious that the effects of your tumultuous relationship would be lasting if you didn’t do something about it. Oddly enough, you’d been receptive. For 2 whole years, you’d wanted to tell someone, have anyone to turn to and talk to, but fear, a very valid fear, had stopped you.
Not only had you been worried for your life, something that was threatened on a constant basis, but you’d also been afraid of judgement. You worried what your friends would say, if they’d blame you for finding yourself in such a predicament, if they’d look down on you for no longer fighting back. It was only by a stroke of luck that Nakia had seen Harry slap you right across the face when he thought she’d left. You were grateful that she’d waited for him to leave before rushing towards your trembling frame, pulling you into her arms as she shushed you.
She had demanded to know how long this had been going on. She had been horrified and confused and angry. It didn’t take her long to come up with a plan, and within 2 weeks, after waiting for Harry to leave the city for 2 days, she’d gotten you out and into her place across town. You didn’t stay for long, maybe a few weeks, wanting nothing but to put it all behind you, and although she was sad to see you go, she understood.
It was how you found yourself in upstate New York, in a secluded tiny thing of a house. You hadn’t even realized that you’d become something of a recluse until Nakia had pointed it out during one of your weekly calls. It had never hit you that you went to work and to home and that was it. You barely ate anymore, so grocery shopping was never a frequent affair. That was when she’d told you about a well known therapist in the area, Steven G. Rogers. You had been shocked by how much you weren’t opposed to the idea as she went on listing all of his credentials. 
It was only moments after she hung up that you found yourself researching him yourself. You remembered noting how handsome the man was, even more so in person. His bright blue eyes and silver tresses complimented his strong features nicely, pink lips pulled up into a polite smile. You didn’t find yourself put off by the stranger, thinking to yourself that talking to someone you didn’t know, an objective listener who was paid not to judge you, might be for the best.
You soon found out that was easier said than done.
The first visit had been rocky, barely mumbling a thing and constantly fidgeting. You had hardly been able to meet his eye, and the session had abruptly ended when you’d left early, stumbling over your words as you gave some half assed excuse for your sudden departure. He was far more understanding than you deserved during your second visit. Wracked with guilt and anxiety, you’d written some things down that you wanted to talk about, and thankfully, the man hadn’t laughed at you. In fact, you remembered how fondly he looked at you as you unfolded it.
As it turned out, you didn’t need the slip of paper at all. Notes forgotten, you had rambled on for an hour. It was like once you started, you just couldn’t stop, and Steve simply listened the entire time. The next time he spoke to you was only to tell you that your time was up, and both embarrassment and disappointment had flooded through you. It must have been obvious, plain as day on your features, because Steve reassured you that it was normal to ramble. 
You had been reluctant to leave. After years of biting your tongue and living in fear of even making the wrong sound, you finally found someone to listen. Even if it was only a stranger getting paid for it, it was still something. There was someone to express your fears to, and although it had taken some time, terrified that you’d say the wrong thing and upset him, eventually, you started to express your anger too.
“...and then I get angry all over again,” you continued when he said nothing. “...because I’m smart, because red flags in others’ relationships have always been so obvious to me. I’ve always been the mom friend, the one who can spot trouble before it even starts. I’ve helped friends get out of situations before they even had the chance to turn sour…”
You shook your head.
“...and yet...it took a slap to the face to realize just how deep I was in? Not the jealousy, not the anger issues nor the way he’d isolated me from just about everyone in my life...but a slap? It should’ve never gotten to that.”
“You can’t blame yourself for the actions of others.”
It wasn’t the first time you’d heard that. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time he’d told you that, and yet here you were again.
“We can go in circles analyzing your own behavior and the things you did and the things you said, but the truth is that you could play it out in your head a million times. You could do every single thing differently, and it still wouldn’t change a thing.”
The corner of his lips lifted into a crooked smile, a familiar sight.
“Some people are simply cruel, and it has nothing at all to do with you.”
You sharply inhaled, unsure of why such a simple statement resonated with you so deeply. You stared at Steve, blinking a few times, opening your mouth to respond when he glanced at the clock. It was a tell tale sign, and your shoulders sagged. You would think that after seeing him for 7 months now, you’d be used to leaving after only an hour, but it never got easier.
“That’s all the time we have for today,” he said, standing. “You’re progressing nicely, Y/N.”
You rolled your eyes, and he chuckled, eyes crinkling. 
“You are. Progress and healing isn’t linear. Sometimes you’re going to take 2 steps back before you can take 10 more forward. It’s all part of the process,” he assured you.
You sighed.
“Well… I guess that does make me feel a bit better,” you replied.
He sent you a small smile as he guided you towards the door.
“I’ll see you next week?”
You returned his smile with a nod and didn’t let your face fall until the door was shut behind you. The good thing about therapy was that you could recognize your own toxic behaviors now, and it was clear that you were becoming reliant on your sessions with Steve. You had never liked being alone, but you had come all the way out here to learn to do just that. For your sake, you needed to learn to love being alone. It was how you had gotten into this mess to begin with.
Your phone vibrated with a call from an unknown number, and figuring it was a scam call, you silenced it.
Your house was practically in the middle of nowhere, so when the tv wasn’t blasting or you didn’t have Spotify playing some light tune, the house could get scarily quiet. But that was what you wanted...right? Harry had always been so explosive. The smallest of things could set him off and then the sound of yelling and shattering glass would rain down on you. Silence and solitude was what you wanted, needed.
Your phone buzzed again as you settled into your car, and you huffed when you noticed it was the same number. Again, you weren’t unfamiliar with scam callers so you ignored it. You noted that you needed to go grocery shopping, but you weren’t on the precipice of starvation just yet, so it could hold off for another day. By the time you got inside, your phone had started to buzz again, and with a frown, you decided to answer it.
“Hello?”
You were met with silence as you unlocked your door, and you repeated yourself, but there was no response. With a sigh, you hung up the phone. You both loved and hated coming home. It was quiet and safe and everything you had craved for years now, but the unfamiliarity of it all unnerved you. Sometimes you were just waiting for Harry to come flying through the door, screaming and breaking things. You had to remind yourself that this silence, this security, is how it’s supposed to be.
You went about making a quick meal, hopping into the shower while leaving the stove on low. When you got out, in the process of moisturizing your arms, you noticed your phone buzzing with another call. From that same number. Unease filled you as you neared it, and you hesitantly reached for it before answering.
Again, you were met with silence, and frustrated and annoyed, you simply blocked the number. A quick look through your phone revealed that you’d missed several calls from the same number while in the bathroom. Blinking with a deepening frown, you set your phone down and made your way to your kitchen. Dinner, like always these days, was quiet. You curled up on the couch with your plate while you watched some old sitcom.
The rest of the night passed as blandly as it always did. Sleep was much easier to find these days, so you had no trouble as soon as your head hit the pillow. However, just as you were on the verge, your phone buzzed with another call. This number didn’t match the previous one, but it was unknown nonetheless. With a groan, you put your phone on silent and rolled over, sleep claiming you.
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“I know it’s you,” you sneered into the phone.
Unsurprisingly, you were met with the faint sound of breathing, and you clenched your jaw. You slammed the car door behind you before stomping across the parking lot.
“I know it’s you,” you quietly repeated. “Stay away from me.”
You hung up before blocking the number, the 10th number you had blocked in the past week. Every few hours or so a day, like clockwork, you got calls from an unknown number. You’d always end up blocking the number after the first few calls, but they always called again from a different one. At first, they’d say nothing, and you’d listen to silence for a few seconds before hanging up. Now, they’d taken to breathing in your ear like a creep. It wasn’t even until you blocked the 3rd number did it finally hit you.
Harry.
Harry freaking Osborn.
You felt like such an idiot for not putting it together sooner. Of course, it was Harry. Was this not the same man who threatened to hunt you down and drag you back like some animal if you ever left him? You had always equated woman beaters to cowards so you never thought he’d have the nerve to actually do it. Putting the pieces together didn’t bring you any comfort. Your filthy rich abusive ex had managed to track you down. What comfort was there to find in that?
Since that day, you hadn’t had a proper night of sleep. Your mind was constantly at war with itself on what to do. Having been down this road before, you knew the police would be no help. You’d gone to them once before, at the very beginning after the first time he’d hit you. It was your first harsh lesson that money ruled over everything. If you thought hard enough, you could still recall his hands around your throat, eyes alight with anger at what you’d tried to pull.
Still, you considered at least trying to get a restraining order but at the end of the day, that was a mere piece of paper. If Harry came to your door, it wasn’t going to stop him from hurting you, and that’s even if the whole process went through. They don’t just give restraining orders out willy nilly. You tried not to dwell on that hypothetical situation, but if he’d found your number, it would only be a matter of time before he found your address.
“Oh!”
You’d only just entered the grocery store, barely stepping into an aisle when you bumped into someone. The chips and bread in his hands went flying to the floor, and apologies tumbled from your lips. It was only after you helped him pick up what you made him drop did you realize who you’d run into.
“Dr. Rogers...hi,” you breathed.
The corner of his lips pulled into a crooked smile, head tilting to the side as his gaze fell onto you.
“We’ve discussed this before, Y/N. You’re more than welcome to call me Steve,” he told you.
You gave a nervous chuckle, nodding.
“Yeah...uh… I normally do, it just...it just slipped my mind,” you replied.
He blinked at you, eyes narrowing just a bit as he studied you. His brows furrowed in that concerned way you were used to, a silver strand of hair kissing his forehead.
“Everything okay…?”
You folded your arms over your chest, nodding with a strained smile.
“Everything’s fine,” you lied. “It’s just… It’s been a weird week. Our next session cannot come fast enough.”
You forced a light laugh, and he joined you. He placed a hand on his hip, eyes boring into your own.
“There’s a coffee shop just over there,” he gestured. “Did you want to sit and have a chat?”
You frantically shook your head.
“Oh, no. I couldn’t,” you told him. “I-.”
“I know I’m your therapist, but I want you to think of me as a confidant outside of the office too. You’re more than welcome to talk to me anytime. In fact, I encourage it,” he interrupted. 
You nervously eyed him with a frown.
“Are...are you sure?”
His smile was comforting.
“This may be my job, but it’s one I chose because it’s one I enjoy. I don’t want you to feel like you’re only allowed to talk to me during our sessions,” he quietly said.
You bit your lip, and Steve continued.
“I’d hate to think that you’re bottling things up for days on end, suffering in silence because you’re just waiting to talk to me,” he confessed.
Your shoulders sagged, and you hesitantly nodded.
“...okay. I just need to get a few things for the house.”
“Okay,” he said with a smile. “You know where to find me.”
You parted ways, and a sigh escaped you. You really didn’t want to become reliant on Steve. Wasn’t the whole point of therapy to learn how to process your feelings and cope with them better? Running to your therapist every time you have a problem just seemed counterproductive. And yet, once your car was loaded up with the few items you bought, you found yourself making your way to the coffee shop.
After ordering a small drink, you easily spotted Steve at a table in the back. You noted that even outside of your sessions, he still dressed nicely. The dark button down he wore contrasted with his light hair, dark slacks making him appear taller. You felt simultaneously nervous and comforted as you settled across from him. There was a brief silence, one in which you sipped on your drink while he eyed you before finally speaking.
“So what’s on your mind?”
What a loaded question. You struggled over whether or not to tell him the truth. Your abusive ex had found you somehow and was currently harassing you. That’s not something you could just casually drop into the conversation. Besides, Steve was your therapist, not your friend. You didn’t think it fair to rope him into the drama with your ex. That wasn’t part of his job description. Right?
“Just sleepless nights,” you said.
It wasn’t a complete lie. Steve eyed you like he was waiting for you to continue, blue eyes soft.
“I’m also worried that...my past might not remain in the past.”
Once again, this wasn’t a complete lie. 
“How so?” Steve hummed.
“I can’t help but wonder about what will happen if Harry finds me. He always threatened that he would if I ever left, and while I never believed him before, I just keep wondering… What if he does?”
Steve tilted his head at you, and you leaned back in your seat with a sigh.
“I’ve moved all the way out here to get away from him. I’ve isolated myself because I thought it was for the best, but it would have the opposite effect if he ever found me. I’ve never been particularly close with my family as you well know, and I’ve left all of my friends. I’m all alone here, and it’s the worst thing to be if he ever did track me down.”
Like always, you had started to ramble, and you snapped your mouth closed, embarrassment flooding through you.
“What brought all of this on?”
Steve’s eyes were sincere as he ran them over you, handsome face twisted in concern, and you glanced away.
“Just thinking,” you lamely replied, eyes on your drink now. “It’s something I’ve always thought about, sure, but it’s been more pressing as of late.”
“Well...that’s what I’m here for. You shouldn’t have to deal with these thoughts alone,” he eventually said.
“I know,” you sighed, rubbing your temples. “...but I shouldn’t become so reliant on you. The whole point of therapy is to learn to deal with these things on my own, is it not?”
Steve exhaled, leaning back in his seat as he gazed at you.
“Not necessarily. Not always,” he answered. “...but even then, until you can get to that point, it’s best to lean into your support. After all, you’ve gotta crawl before you can walk, right?”
You nodded, taking in his words.
“...and even when you’re walking, you usually need someone there in the beginning to hold your hand in case you fall. I encourage you to talk to your friends more, maybe even branch out and find some friends here, but I’m here as well. Don’t halt any of your progress because you feel like you need to be dealing with this alone. Outside help does more for your progress than you’d think.”
“I guess that does make sense. I don’t know… I just- I’d feel so bad about showing up at your office throughout all hours of the day or calling your receptionist-.”
You cut yourself off when he took out a pen and a slip of paper.
“Here,” he said, scribbling a number on it before handing it to you. “This is my personal number.”
Your eyes widened. 
“Oh, I can’t-.”
“It’s fine, trust me.”
You hesitantly returned his smile, taking the piece of paper.
“Don’t hesitate to call me anytime you want to,” he told you, standing.
You joined him, fingering the note before sliding it into your pocket.
“Thank you…Steve. I don’t know if I’ll ever actually call you, but just knowing that I have the option makes me feel so much better,” you whispered.
You heard his pager go off, and you watched as he glanced at it. He let out a sigh, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he sounded disappointed.
“I’ve got to go, but I hope you’ll use that number if you need to.”
Thanking him again, you said your goodbyes, and you watched as he exited the shop. The slip of paper felt heavy in your pocket, so you solved that by putting his number into your phone. Just as you were about to put it back into your purse, it buzzed with a call from an unknown number. Fear settled into your gut, and with a grimace, you silenced the call and blocked the number.
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You were late. You were so late it was laughable to even show up at this point. Your shoes tapped against the tile as the numbers on the elevator lit up as it passed each floor. You slipped through the doors as soon as they parted, and with no mind to check in, the receptionist calling your name, you raced towards Steve’s office. You reached his door just as he opened it to step out, and the papers that he was holding scattered to the floor as you collided with him. You hadn’t even realized how fast you’d been running until you were knocked on your ass. 
You could hear the heels of the receptionist as she ran over, apologizing to Steve for letting you slip past her, but he waved her off. She reluctantly returned to her desk, and you scrambled to sit up, reaching for everything that had fallen.
“I was beginning to think you’d never show,” Steve joked.
You gave a shaky laugh.
“I uh...I got caught up,” you replied through trembling lips, fingers shaking as you struggled to stack all of his paperwork.
You could feel Steve’s eyes on you, but you avoided his gaze.
“I know I’m late. Our hour is practically over, but I- I just… Um, crap.”
You had dropped the papers all over again, and you both reached for them at the same time. At least, that was what you thought. Steve’s hands covered yours, and you only just realized how badly they were shaking.
“Y/N.”
His voice was soft, exactly what you needed right now, but you couldn’t look him in the eye.
“Y/N, is everything alright?”
Your chest was tight, and you wanted to will your lips to form a yes. You wanted to tell him that everything was fine, but you couldn’t even get the words out. He called your name again, and you suddenly stood, taking the papers with you. You handed them to him as he followed your lead, still avoiding his eye.
“I’m sorry for being late, and I know that you probably have another session-.”
“I don’t,” he interrupted. “Come in.”
You glanced up from beneath your lashes as he opened the door, ushering you inside. You wrapped your arms around yourself as he shut the door behind you.
“Is everything okay?”
You turned your face away from him, unable to keep it from crumbling as you held in a sob.
“Y/N.”
The way he called your name had you freezing in place, a shiver running through you at his firm tone, authority in the one simple word. In a way, it reminded you of Harry, and you looked to him with wide eyes. Seeming to understand what he’d done, Steve sighed before sitting down, making himself appear smaller to show that he wasn’t a threat to you.
“I’m sorry,” he genuinely apologized. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. Please...sit.”
You hesitantly did so and reached out to take the tissue he offered you. You hadn’t even realized that you’d started crying.
“Now… I’m going to ask you again, and I’m begging you to please be honest with me. I’m here to help you in any way I can,” he whispered.
You wiped your face, sinking your teeth into your lip.
“It’s...Harry.”
Steve’s face was pinched with concern.
“What is it? Are you having nightmares again-?”
“No, you don’t understand. He’s calling me,” you confessed.
Steve froze, blinking a few times before his eyes widened, your words finally registering. You sniffed, fighting to hold in a sob.
“It started weeks ago, before we ran into each other that night…”
You didn’t miss the disappointment that flitted over his features, lips pressed together.
“...and I know I should’ve said something then-.”
“You should’ve called me.”
“I know! I know, but… I don’t know. I just wanted to handle this on my own,” you quietly said.
He didn’t respond, and you turned your eyes towards the window.
“Last time...I wasn’t able to get away on my own. I wanted it to be different this time. At first, I simply blocked him but he kept calling and calling from different numbers. Then I got a new phone...and eventually another, but it’s still the same. He keeps finding me,” you tearfully told him. “...and today…”
Your eyes met his, and you were comforted by the concern you saw there.
“Today I was at the police station. That’s why I was late.”
Steve straightened up at this.
“I thought that maybe I could get a restraining order or maybe they could trace the calls to show that it’s him, but the whole visit was useless. They boiled it down to petty relationship drama, and since there’s no record of his violent behavior because I never reported anything…”
You shrugged, scoffing.
“There’s basically nothing they can do. The whole visit was a waste,” you spat.
Steve heaved a sigh, and he slowly reached out towards you, leaning forward.
“I didn’t ask before, but… Is it alright if I hold your hand?”
You nodded. That was what you liked about Steve. He was always asking for your consent with just about everything, even the simplest of things, and it was such a nice contrast to Harry who used to feel like he was entitled to your body. Steve took your hand, throwing you a comforting smile as he eyed you, worried.
“I wish that you had called me,” he said.
You looked down, guilt filling you.
“I could have helped you before it ever got to this point. I have friends on the force, friends in high places who could lock this creep up if you wanted.”
“I feel like an idiot.”
Of course Steve, Dr. Steven Rogers, knew people who could help you. Of course he did! Your stubbornness had gotten you far deeper into this than necessary. 
“What have I said about self deprecating language?”
“Sorry,” you murmured.
“You’re not an idiot. Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re just a woman trying to find her strength again.”
You hesitantly nodded, and he brushed his thumb over the back of your hand.
“I want you to get rid of your phone,” he suggested.
You frowned, and he continued before you could question him.
“I’ll work on getting a new one for you. A secure one under my name.”
You frowned, not liking the idea of being so indebted to him.
“Steve, I don’t know-.”
“It’ll only be temporary. You can use it until I talk to some people and have him properly dealt with.”
Even though you weren’t keen on the idea, you reluctantly agreed.
“...and you have to promise me one thing…”
You eyed him, holding his gaze as you waited for him to continue.
“Promise me that you’ll call me the second he bothers you again,” he proposed.
Accepting the fact that your stubbornness was doing you more harm than good, you nodded. Steve seemed pleased with that, and with one last pat on your hand, he let you go. As he guided you out of your office, your phone in his hand, you felt more hopeful than you had in over a month. You felt so silly for not seeking out his help sooner, and you couldn’t deny the weight that had been lifted from your shoulders as you settled into your car.
True to his word, at your next session, Steve presented you with a new phone. It had all of your important contacts with Steve being at the top of the list. Embarrassment had flooded you as you thanked him with tears in your eyes. The week without your phone had been the most peace you’d had in a while, and you finally got some much needed rest.
“You haven’t heard anything from him, have you?” he’d asked you.
“No,” you answered, shaking your head. “Not a peep.”
He threw you that same smile that always brought you comfort.
“Good. Even if you never do, you’re always free to call me,” he’d reminded you.
Finally deciding to let your stubbornness go, you did. Talking to Steve outside of your sessions was easier than you thought it’d be. It was like talking to a friend. Sometimes you’d meet up at that same coffee shop not too far from his office, and other times you’d be putting a quick meal together while he was on the other line, listening to you ramble. You soon realized that it wasn’t just his profession that made him that way, but Steve truly was an unbiased listener. He never judged you for any steps back in your progress nor for any of your more self deprecating thoughts.
Best of all, you hadn’t heard anything more from Harry.
Not until he knocked on your door one night.
It was late when you’d heard the pounding on the wood, and having been watching tv in your room, you wondered if you imagined it. It was only moments later that you’d heard it again. Your eyes had widened, sitting up in alarm. No one knew you lived here. Not even your mailman. All of your mail collected at a Post Office box before you eventually went to pick it up. You stood, standing in your room, trembling in fear before a knock on your bedroom window had you screaming.
You didn’t hesitate to call the police, and it took longer than you liked for them to arrive. All the while, you dealt with knocking and pounding on your window and door. Back and forth, it alternated with minutes in between before stopping altogether when the sound of sirens could be heard. Unsurprisingly, and frustratingly, the police didn’t find anyone.
“Look, we’ll get this report down to the station,” the brunette had told you, not looking concerned in the least.
Frustration filled you, and you shuffled on your feet.
“Can’t you...idk, have someone stay here? Not even the whole night but just a few hours in case they come back?”
The tall man sighed, and you glanced at his badge. Officer Barnes, you noted.
“With all due respect mam, we can’t just have one of our officers sitting in your yard because someone knocked on your door-.”
“I told you-!”
“I know, I know. The windows too,” he said, sounding exasperated, and your frown deepened. “The best we can do is get this down to the station. You’re more than welcome to call us again should anyone come back.”
You crossed your arms over your chest as they left, finding no relief. You swallowed as you thought about Steve. You didn’t want to, but Harry had found you, tormenting you by knocking on your house in the dead of night. This was exactly the reason Steve had given you his number. Swallowing down your stubbornness, and with a deep breath, you called him.
He didn’t sound like he was asleep, and for that you were grateful. You would’ve kicked yourself if you had woken him up. Finally getting out why you’d called him was an awkward affair, stumbling over your words, and you felt even worse as he agreed to come over. There was no hesitation, and you couldn’t help but feel as if you were taking advantage of Steve’s generosity. 
You mumbled out your address, surprised to realize how relieved you were. You couldn’t remember the last time you had trusted a man this much. Harry had made you so paranoid, but you supposed that was what therapy was for. This was why you had all those sessions with Steve. To learn to heal and to trust again.
You opened the door with a small smile when he finally pulled into your yard. He was dressed comfortably, and you felt much better about your own ratty t-shirt and leggings, but his casual attire made him no less striking. 
“Thank you,” you breathed as he stepped inside.
“I was up going over paperwork when you called. I’m glad you did,” he told you.
You leaned against the door as you closed it, rubbing your arms.
“I didn’t know if I should. It’s just… He was here, Steve. Knocking on my door and window like something out of a horror movie, and the police treated it like it was nothing,” you complained.
Steve tilted his head at you with a sad smile.
“First thing in the morning, I’m going to make some more calls. Since he’s in town, it should be easy to have him put away. At the very least, a restraining order.”
Relief and hope filled you as you brushed past him.
“I really can’t thank you enough for coming over. I promise I won’t keep you long, just until I feel I can be ok being alone,” you said over your shoulder.
He followed you into the kitchen.
“Can I get you anything to drink? Eat? It’s the least I can do.”
“Some wine might be nice. You might want to pour yourself a glass too,” he suggested.
You chuckled, and he joined you, but you agreed with him nonetheless. You poured a glass for both of you, and you leaned against the counter with a sigh.
“I just don’t understand why he can’t leave me alone. Hasn’t he put me through enough?”
Steve hummed.
“From what you’ve told me, he strikes me as a narcissist. I’d bet that he doesn’t want you to move on,” he mused.
“Maybe,” you distractedly replied as you heard your phone ring. “I’ll be right back. Let me grab that super quick, it might be Nakia.”
Your phone was in your room, but by the time you reached it, it had stopped ringing. Sure enough, it was a missed call from your best friend, and you brought your phone with you to the kitchen, determined to call her back. Steve’s eyes were fond when you returned, and you shrugged.
“I need to call her back. I’ll only be a moment,” you said, swiping your glass.
“Take all the time you need.”
You made your way to the living room, taking your place on the couch as you called her back. She answered almost immediately.
“Hey, what’s up?”
She greeted you with a soft exhale.
“Uh… Harry’s...dead.”
You froze at her words, pulling the glass away from your lips. You blinked a few times, trying to come to terms with what she’d said.
“...what?”
“I just found out. I honestly didn’t know how you’d take the news, but I thought you should know.”
She was right. You yourself didn’t even know how you felt about this news. You had loved this man at one point...but he was also your abuser. This was good news...right?
“How?” you finally asked her.
She sighed.
“Apparently, he’d been missing for months-.”
“Months?”
“Yeah,” she quietly replied. “They found and identified his body today. I just saw it on the news.”
Your stomach twisted as the truth, and the meaning behind it, sank in. Just because Harry had been missing for months, it didn’t mean that he’d been dead for months. It very well could have been him harassing you like you believed. But...if they’d found and identified his body today, then there was no way it was him at your house tonight.
“Thank you,” you eventually said. “Um… I’m glad you told me.”
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” you honestly replied. “I’m just a little unsure of how I feel about all of this, but I’ll call you tomorrow when I’ve slept on it.”
“Alright. Be safe.”
You said your goodbyes and returned to the kitchen with an empty glass.
“Everything okay?” Steve questioned.
Your face must have been an open book.
“Harry’s dead,” you scoffed, blinking as you still fought to process this.
Steve didn’t respond, and just like one of your sessions, he seemed to be waiting for you to continue.
“Apparently he’d been missing for months and they just identified his body today. There’s no way it could have been him knocking on my door tonight, and now...now I’m even more scared than I was before,” you confessed. “God, I can’t even fully come to terms with my feelings on this because I’m realizing that Harry might not have been the only thing I should’ve been afraid of.”
“Hey,” Steve soothingly said, nearing you. “Are you sure it wasn’t someone who got lost? Maybe they had the wrong house?”
You thought about it before shaking your head.
“No, it definitely didn’t seem like that. Oh my God,” you cried, letting your head fall into your hands.
Steve pulled you into his arms, startling you, but you eventually relaxed, the wine settling into your system nicely.
“It’s going to be alright-.”
“What if it isn’t? Because I’m the idiot who thought that Harry was the only possible danger out there, I’ve attracted another without even realizing it.”
“Hey, hey,” he soothed. “Maybe it was nothing, and maybe it was more. Either way, I’m only a phone call away. Say the word, and I’ll have an officer living in your yard if need be.”
You chuckled at that, and nodded.
“Thank you,” you said, looking at him. “I-.”
You swallowed your words when his lips met yours, soft and demanding as they moved against your own. You were stunned, and it took you a moment to realize just what was happening before you pulled away. You stared at Steve with wide eyes, hesitantly reaching up to touch your lips as you took a step back.
“Steve…”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he breathed.
Your lips parted, a soft gasp escaping you at both his words and the fire in his gaze. It was so sudden and great that it froze you.
“Steve, I think… I think you should go,” you whispered, almost in disbelief.
He frowned at you, tilting his head just a tad as he folded his arms over his chest.
“Go? Why would I do that when you’re not feeling well?”
You opened your mouth to repeat yourself, even demand to know what he meant, but a sudden wave of nausea hit you, head feeling fuzzy. Steve caught you just as you stumbled, and you frowned, fighting to get out of his arms.
“What…?”
“You seemed really tense. I thought you could use something to take the edge off…”
You stared at him in disbelief, attempting to blink away the stars in your vision. Your legs felt like they were made of Jell-O as Steve guided you towards the living room. He deposited you on the couch, and you could hardly do anything as he laid you down, sitting beside you. His blue eyes, normally so soft and comforting, were dark with a longing you had never seen before.
“You were like a wounded little lamb when you first came to me,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your lip. “So lost...broken… It’s because of me that you’re even halfway back together again.”
His hands moved to slowly undress you, taking his time, and your hands might as well had been air as you tried to stop him. You shuddered as the cool air in the house hit you, nipples pebbling, even more so when Steve brushed his fingers over them.
“I wanted to wrap you in my arms during that first session. Drag you back as you tried to leave, show you how a woman should be touched by a man.”
You were in a state of shock, disbelief coursing through you as you watched Steve undress. Even at his age, the man was a wall of muscle, thick bands making you swallow in fear as you hopelessly tried to tell yourself that this was a dream.
“Steve,” you whispered.
“I had to be patient. I didn’t want to scare you off, push you into the arms of another dangerous man. I had to help you heal before showing the kind of man I can be for you,” he told you, fingers on your face as he neared you again.
Your whole body felt weighed down, and you couldn’t stop your tears even if you wanted to. Your touch was light as you pressed your hands to his chest, feeling like you were going to be sick as he settled over you.
“Harry is gone. He can’t hurt you anymore, and I’m going to make sure no one ever hurts you again.”
The irony was not lost on you, but the way he said that struck something in you, and your mind traveled to the unthinkable. You didn’t get the chance to think about it some more before Steve was forcing himself inside of you. A choking noise escaped you as he filled you to the hilt, your legs spread wide to accommodate his frame. Steve released a shuddering breath, breathing through his nose, body trembling as he delighted in the feel of you wrapped around him.
It was amazing that while all of your senses felt dulled, you could feel his pulsing member inside of you so well. He surrounded you, bulky frame caging you in, and you felt like you would pass out from suffocation. Steve sighed just before his lips met yours, and your stomach clenched as he moved within you. A broken moan slipped out against your will, and Steve groaned at the sound.
“I’ll show you pleasure that you’ve never known, touch you in ways you never felt. I know how to make you happy,” he purred, his pace languid as he thrust in and out of you.
You turned your head away, the furniture of your living room blurring together from whatever he’d slipped into your drink.
“I know your deepest desires and your deepest fears. I know you better than anyone else out there…”
You hated that in a way, Steve was right. You’d bared yourself to him under the guise of trust and healing. He really did know all there was to know about you, and you hated yourself for it. You hated him for hiding his intentions so well, for taking advantage of your vulnerability and trauma. He tutted as you started to squirm beneath him.
“After all I’ve done for you...in all the ways I’ve helped you, the least you could do is give yourself to me. I deserve to reap the benefits of my efforts-.”
You gasped beneath him, legs kicking around him, but he only pressed himself more firmly against you.
“...I’ve gone out of my way to make sure you were safe, to protect you so that no more threats remained to you nor our relationship.”
“You’re crazy-.”
You cut yourself off with a yelp as he nipped at your neck, jerking in his hold as he continued to snap his hips into yours. His hands were gentle on you, a contrast to how he fucked you, his pace increasing with every passing minute. Despite the fact that you could hardly move, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you in place as the sound of your coupling filled the room, your core now wet and slick from his ministrations.
Steve seemed intoxicated, blissfully immersed in the feel of you and how you clung to him. His low groans and moans filled your ear, and you could do nothing as he covered your lips again, tongue tasting you, moaning at the taste of wine that still remained.
“My touch will never cause you harm, bringing you nothing but pleasure for the rest of our lives.”
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Silver Lining 9
Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes
Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.
Part of the Silverfox AU
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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Your mouth is dry and your ears are buzzing. You can’t breathe or move. You stare back at Mr. Rogers. Your former boss and eternal tormentor.
Your hands shake and you try to wipe your sweaty palms on your pants. How could he be there? What cruel fate has brought him there? What are the odds that he would know Bucky? Somehow, they don’t seem like a strange pair but at that moment, it’s not an amusing observation.
“Oh, who’s this? Am I interrupting?” Rogers asks coyly, looking from you to the host, “a date?”
Bucky sighs and crosses his arms. You should be heartened that his attitude isn’t solely reserved for you but all you want to do is disappear. You flutter your lashes as you wait for his response, unable to offer much yourself.
“Steve,” he huffs, “we’re working–”
“Working?” Rogers scoffs, “on…?” He narrows his eyes with a crooked smirk, “bit young for you–”
“U-u-uhhhh,” you choke out, chest burning, head swimming, “C-can– d-d-d-do y-you— have a b-ba-bathroom?”
Both men look at you. You sway as Bucky backs up and nods, pointing you past the staircase, “down the hall to your right, just behind the stairs.”
“Th-th-thanks,” you sidle by him, nearly flatting yourself as you keep a staunch distance from Rogers.
He faces his guest again, just as quickly forgetting about you. You can’t forget any of it. Your escape isn’t much of one. A couple minutes if that.
“Is that why you’re dodging me?” Rogers’ timbre follows you, “really not your type. I’m surprised.”
“Would you shut up?” Bucky growls.
You don’t linger to hear the rest of their conversation. You nearly trip into the bathroom and lean on the door to shut it. You feel around until you find the little button to lock it and back away. You clutch your head as panic overflows and reality strikes you. You hold back a scream.
You’re trapped in this house with him. This strange place. You should’ve never come here. You’re so stupid. Just like before, you walked straight into a bad situation. You’re letting it happen all over again.
They are all right. You asked for it. You’re stupid. You’re worthless. You’re weak.
You crumple onto the cold tile, against the door as you bend your head against your arms, hugging yourself as you bite back tears. You’re going to have to come out eventually and you won’t let him see you cry. Not again.
You try not to think about it. The same memories that haunted your day. Following you like ghosts, inescapable, no walls can keep them away. You feel pressure on your throat and close your eyes. You hear his growl as he squeezes your neck, his body pinning yours flat.
“N-n-n-n-n-n-no,” you murmur into your lap, “p-p-please…”
You rock, trying to soothe yourself, trying to calm the maelstrom of nerves threatening to overflow. You bring your hands up around your head. You lift one and bring it back against your skull, beating yourself as if you can knock the thoughts free.
There’s a gentle tap, three solid knocks on the other side of the door, “you okay in there?”
Bucky’s voice has you whipping your head up, turning your back flat to the door as you press your hands to the tile. You gulp down air, hiccuping in your panic attack, vibrating uncontrollably. You hum before you can summon your voice.
“Y-y-yesss,” your voice crawls from your throat, “a-a-almost done.”
“Alright, just checking,” he drones back, his tone as dull as ever.
You wait, listening for the scuff of his soles as he backs away. You climb to your feet, stumbling into the sink and catching yourself. You turn on the faucet and rinse your hands under the cold water, spreading it over your face as you try to wash off the past.
You dry off and approach the door. You stare at the wood as your hand rests on the handle. You don’t know if you can do it. You can’t face him. You won’t survive.
You twist the handle and let yourself out into the dim hall. There’s only the light glowing from the front of the house. You take a breath and walk the hall as if you’re marching to the gallows. As you come to the front of the staircase, you find the entryway empty.
“Hey,” Bucky startles you from behind. You turn to face him as he appears in a doorway further down, diagonal from the bathroom, “in here. Just heating up the kettle.”
You nod and glance around. When you face him again, he’s watching you. Your fingers twiddle nervously as you pad towards him.
“Sorry about my friend. He can be pushy,” he steps back as you get to the door, letting you inside. His kitchen is nice; steely metal and gray granite. The kettle hums on the counter, a blue light glowing through the glass. “I’ll deal with him later though.”
“I-it’s f-f-fine,” you eke out.
“You sure?” He asks.
You stop and turn back to him. You shrug. What can you say? He wouldn’t believe you if you told him the truth. Just like everyone else.
“Y-yeah,” you bring your hands together, tugging on your index finger, wiggling it as if you might free it from the socket, “I th-think…” you lean back on your heel and look towards the door, “th-this will b-b-be a one t-time thing.”
“What?” He snaps.
“Th-the sc-scr-script. M-my lap-top broke a-and… I n-n-need a r-real job,” you sway back and forth, “s-s-sorry.”
He exhales deeply. You can’t even look at him. You hear the disappointment in just his breath but you’re used to that. That’s what you do. You let people down.
“I understand, you got a lot going on at home but I would prefer to maintain the same tone throughout the podcast. I wouldn’t want to get someone else,” he argues, “we haven’t even recorded yet. Can’t you see how it turns out before you make up your mind?”
“I d-don’t know…” you clasp your hands together, squeezing tight until the circulation slows to a throb. “I c-c-can’t–”
“You know, I’m sure your parents want you out as much as you want out. This could be your chance. I’m not paying you pennies.”
You wince. That alone tells you what he thinks of you. You’re pathetic enough to live with your parents so you’ll take anything. Even him and this stupid podcast. Your bat your lashes as your eyes burn. No, you walked out of that office and didn’t look back. You can do it again.
“K-keep y-y-your money,” you spin on your heel and stomp past him. 
He tries to latch onto you but you dodge him. You continue down the hall and grab your coat and purse, shoving your feet clumsily into your boots. He follows you, lurking as you slip the folio under your other arm.
“What did I do? Come on. Don’t walk away. We both know you need this.”
“I d-d-don’t need you,” you insist as you turn your back on him. “I’ll b-b-be j-just fine at my p-parents’.”
You pull the door open and plunge out into the rising storm. The weather reflects your insides. Violent, cold, and thrashing. You stop at the edge of the walk and bend to spit a mouth of bile into the snow. It doesn’t stop as your stomach churns with waves of memories washing over you.
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Alpha!silverfox!Steve Rogers
Asylum!Steve Rogers and nurse!Reader
Brave New World
Breathe You In
Curtis & Mousey
Jake Jensen & Pretty Girl
Jake Jensen & Princess
Lloyd & Pumpkin
Lycan!Steve Rogers & barista!Reader
Photo ask game drabbles
Silverfox!professor!Ari Levinson & his librarian
Silverfox!Bucky & Sweet Girl
Silverfox!Johnny Storm & Little flame
Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader
Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & Bambi
Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea
Wildest Dreams
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Six sentence smut — thick thighs, Stucky x reader
Johnny & Jake & plus-sized reader
Sugar & Spice welcome home Wednesday
Thick thighs save lives take out Tuesday
Mob!Andy & mob!Lloyd
Three reasons why…YAY Steve
Three reasons why…BB&B
Jefferson gets angry and runs off his cat familiar
Colin Shea hockey
Werewolf!Ari sleepy Sunday
Monster match-up orc!Curtis Everett
White werewolf!Bucky Barnes
Lycan!skinny!Steve Rogers
Lucas Lee university soulmate
Bucky and his ex wife (Bucky is an asshole)
Bucky loses Reader (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)
Steve x reader x Natasha (bisexual!reader)
Fae!Stucky find cat!shifter!Reader
Silverfox!Ransom Drysdale meets reader’s child
Silverfox!Nick Fowler
BT Ransom takes his omegas shopping
Chubby!Bucky takes care of Becca while reader’s gone
Demon!Curtis Everett x human!Reader
Death!Bucky Barnes x life!Reader
Demon!Curtis confronts readers ex
Pipsqueak makes a good tray for Nick and the team
Fae!Jefferson and his reader go to a festival
Construction!alpha!Curtis Everett
Nick introduces pipsqueak to his teammates
Silverfox!Nick Fowler
Kitty!Reader is saved and housed by fae!Curtis, her defender when Jefferson comes to collect her
Ceo!Ari meets plus-sized!Reader at her bakery
Alpha!biker!Steve and alpha!biker!Ari meet pregnant!omega!Reader
Chris Evans (rpf) x pregnant!one night stand!Reader
Demon!Curtis teases reader
Here’s Your Perfect (drabble)
Ari is in a rut, Ice Princess has to help him out
Werewolf!Curtis Everett meets his luna!Reader at his work
Soft!dark!Steve Rogers and his wife
Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers and his wife
Jake Seresin gets protective
Silverfox!biker!Steve meets Ladybug
Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis meets his bride at the airport
Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time
Bucky meets Steve’s assistant (HFY)
Cop!Andy Barber x arrested!Reader — how they meet
A/b/o angst
Silverfox!lawyer!Andy Barber
Silverfox!mob!Steve Rogers
Werepanther!Andy Barber gets set up with human!Reader
Merman!Curtis Everett x nurse!Reader
Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Ladybug
Werewolf!Curtis Everett x human!Reader
Fae!Ransom Drysdale x human!Reader
Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis gives reader a sad goodbye
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Non MCU Character One Shots
Hounded:  The reader doesn’t fit in at court, but she might just stick out too much. [dark!Sandor Clegane ~ 18+]
Unannounced: The reader is caretaker to the widow of the manor but one day she returns to an unexpected visitor. [dark!Charles Blackwood/Reader ~ 18+]
Long Live the King: The king shows you who is in charge. [dark!Thranduil/Reader ~ 18+]
Fact or Fiction: Your publisher has died and now you must deal with new management. [Ransom Drysdale/Reader ~ 18+]
The Man in his Castle: A co-ed discovers that money is still king. [dark!Charles Blackwood/Reader ~ 18+]
Actus Reus: You find yourself at odds with Andy Barber both in and out of court. [dark!Andy Barber/Reader ~18+]
A Tear in the Fabric: Universes collided as a malfunction brings an unexpected visitor. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader & dark!Clark Kent ~ 18+]
In the Neighbourhood: After your grandmother breaks her hip, you volunteer to look after her as she recovers but her neighbour is a bit too friendly. [dark!Andy Barber/Reader ~ 18+]
In the Weeds: Ransom takes an interest in his new gardener. [dark!Ransom Drysdale/Reader ~ 18+]
(Un)Fortunate Misunderstanding: Your intentions are misunderstood as you struggle to comprehend those of another. [dark!Andy Barber/Reader ~ 18+]
The Whole World in his Hands: Your new neighbour isn’t as much of a stranger as you thought. [dark!Clark Kent/Reader ~ 18+]
Baby, It’s Cold…: You go to meet your online admirer but not all is as it seems. [dark!silverfox!Ransom Drysdale/Reader ~ 18+]
In Between the City Walls of Dying Dreams: One night, you’re saved by the last person you expect, but you don’t know that he’s only saving you for himself. [dark!ex-con!Andy Barber/Reader ~18+]
An Officer and a Gentleman: Your after hours work gets in the way of your day job. [dark!Lee Bodecker/Reader ~ 18+]
More Than Just a Game: You find a new gaming buddy but he sees you as more than that. [dark!Jake Jensen/Reader ~ 18+]
Born to Run: You are forced onto the road when an unwanted passenger gets in your backseat. [dark!Frank Castle/Reader ~ 18+]
Life Goes On: You volunteer at the local youth center but when one of the kids meets an unfortunate end, you cross paths with his father. No stranger to grief, you try to help him cope but find it a bigger than task that you expected. [dark!Andy Barber/Reader ~ 18+]
CTRL+ALT+DECEIT: You find your pictures on someone else’s Insta but that’s not the only thing he’s stolen. [dark!Jake Jensen/Reader ~ 18+]
Never Have I Ever:  You never done one fun thing in your life, so why not getaway on a girls’ trip and see where the journey takes you. [dark!silverfox!Andy Barber/Reader ~ 18+] Sequel: Never Again
I.R.L. (camboy!Andy Barber, Defending Jacob), Part 2: Your guilty pleasures becomes and all too real terror. [dark!camboy!Andy Barber/Reader ~ 18+]
Nothing Compares 2 U: You find yourself growing apart from your husband but he has an idea of how to bring you back together. [dark!Ransom Drysdale/Reader ~ 18+]
Drag me down / Take me out: You live behind a frat house but the noise isn’t the worst thing you have to put up with. [dark!frat!Andy Barber/Reader ~ 18+]
The house by the river: Ransom invites you to his summer house for a party with the usual crowd, but not all it what it seems. [dark!Ransom Drysdale/Reader ~ 18+]
The Watcher: Your life is flipped upside down by your husband’s backroom dealing, leaving you with a protector who might not be what you expect. [dark!Rick Flag/Reader ~ 18+]
Sweet as Silence: It’s easy to be prey when you can’t scream for help. [dark!Tormund Gianstbane/Reader ~ 18+]
Lost Cause: You owe Ward Cameron a favour but paying it back might be harder than you expect.  [Rafe Cameron/Reader ~ 18+]
Bring you flowers: You’re life is depressing and predictable, but a change in routine is less than welcome. [Rafe Cameron/Reader ~ 18+]
If it’s only a fantasy, then why is it killing me?: The most devoted dad in the PTA proves to be more than you can handle. [dark!Andy Barber/Reader ~ 18+]
A marriage of inconvenience: You get a rare chance at respite from your icy marriage, but can you handle the heat? [Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne/Reader ~ 18+, Regency AU]
Tempestuous: The king and his court visit Storm’s End, bringing chaos with them. [Jaime Lannister/Reader ~ 18+]
Where the Streets Have No Name: A certain vigilante becomes your personal protector. [Bruce Wayne/Reader ~ 18+]
Off the Beaten Track: Your taxi ride takes an unexpected turn. [Lee Bodecker/Reader ~ 18+]
In His Thrall: You serve the king but one day, he assigns you a new duty. [Harald Finehair/Reader ~ 18+]
Pitfall: You try to help your brother but can’t seem to help yourself. [Lloyd Hansen/Reader ~ 18+]
succulent: A nightmare comes to life. [Steve Kemp/Reader ~ 18+]
Through the Eye: A new characters brings about echoes of the past.  [John Wick]
God Mode: You like games but you don’t quite understand the game a strange man plays with you. [God The Bounty Hunter]
Double Trouble: You meet a strange pair of men while waiting on your friends.[Lloyd Hansen, August Walker]
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Happy reading 💐
Bucky Barnes ✨
Lay me down by @navybrat817
Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader
Pinot noir by @cryptidcasanova
Detective!Bucky x Reader
Awake my soul by @foreverindreamlandd
Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Bring your wife to work day by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Bucky x Reader 'Sugar'
Hunger by @navybrat817
Bucky Barnes x female reader
Tension by @bucky-barnes-diaries
CollegeProfessor!Bucky x Student!Female!Reader
What's cookin' good lookin' by @slyyywriting
Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Shallow(s) by @late-to-the-party-81
Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader
Sleepy hollow by @onsunnyside
Stalker!Ari Levinson x reader (College AU)
Feels so right by @geminixevans-stan
Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Eddie Munson ✨
Not the type by @quinnsbower
eddie munson x fem!reader
Just a reminder by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
Red light at the bowling alley by @chaseadrian
eddie munson x f!reader
Start me up by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader (Mechanic AU)
Dealers choice by @ohcaptains
eddie munson x female! reader
Steve Rogers ✨
Overstimulation by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Steve Rogers x Agent!Reader
Ethereal by @oh-my-damn
TWS!Steve Rogers x neighbor!reader
The unexpected valentine by @cockslutpadalecki
SilverFox!CEO!Steve Rogers x F!Reader
Andy Barber ✨
Preliminary by @navybrat817
Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader
Sweet heartache by @oh-my-damn
DA!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader
Steve Harrington ✨
It's nights like these by @supernovafics
steve harrington x fem!reader
Multiple characters ✨
Private party by @late-to-the-party-81
Steve x Reader (established), Bucky x Reader x Sam
The perfect life by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Dark!Steve x You x Dark!Bucky
A price to pay by @navybrat817
Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
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Stucky x reader
Brave New World - a/b/o au, alternate reality, Silverfox stucky x reader
Dear Darling - werewolf!Steve Rogers x human!Reader x vampire!Bucky Barnes, soft dark, au, mob au
Lion’s Den - a/b/o au, mob au, triad, trigger warnings for mentions of emotional/physical abuse
Of Ash & Dust - dystopian au, society sorted by social rankings, only three Avengers are alive
Taken - mob au, polyamory, parker!sister!reader, snarky reader, slow burn
Ugly - Cinderella retelling, historic au, Prince Charming, ugly stepsister au
Wildest Dreams - alpha!Steve x omega!Reader x alpha!Bucky, football au, university au, a/b/o
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And and and silverfox!Bucky bring silverfox!Steve (or somebody else) on the next night out with his girl's friends. And Reader arrives later after a bad date but it's okay because Bucky's friend is ready to change her world!! 😍😍😍
Just an idea, because you already have so much amazing stories. 🥰🥰🥰
Wine and art night! Don’t forget! — sweet girl
The text laid heavily on your mind even after you had slipped the phone back into your bag and hitched the strap over your shoulder. After the last girls night that Bucky had crashed, your friend and his girlfriend had ecstatically called you in hopes that you’d be interested in meeting his friend.
His best friend since childhood. His best friend who, like Bucky, was a breathtaking Silverfox. Steve Rogers was his name, and like Bucky, he had silver streaks and the benefit of being an older man with charm and charisma.
He was a man, like Bucky, who could have made you weak. And Bucky’s girlfriend, sweet girl as he stated, had the idea that you two would be perfect for each other.
“I’m meeting a friend, actually a group of friends-“ your ticket stub has been ripped off and you were granted access to the wine and art show that another of your friends had decided upon for girls night.
Next girls night was supposed to your choice, if you could make it through tonight.
“His name is Steve, he’s such a sweet guy and I really think you’re going to hit it off.” You recalled her telling you all about this guy, this Silverfox man who was eager to meet you in exchange.
The leagues of bad dates and awkward moments between the boys you had usually seen were getting old and tiring. The string of dates had in turn made you hesitant to go out at all, even with the promise that there were men out there for you.
“Keep calm,” you mumbled to yourself, “if you can corral a bunch of five and six year olds, you can handle this.”
You hesitated to approach your group of friends to give yourself a moment to breathe and gather yourself. You had hung out on the edge of the area and tapped your nails against the body of your bag, while studying the girls and two men.
You knew Bucky right away, you could see him standing near sweet girl being so enveloped in her. His hands were on her, his lips trailed and traced her earlobe while she laughed softly.
And then you saw Steve Rogers, the man sweet girl promised you would be good for. The man who was best friends with Bucky Barnes from childhood, was standing less than ten feet from you.
He looked gorgeous, even from a side view. The soft strands had been slicked back in an effortless coif that drew your attention to his strong jaw and the slope of his nose. You had studied him from where you stood, fixated on the strands of silver that had been woven throughout his beard and his hair, stirred desire and want that you didn’t even realize you’d had.
He was tall and broad, clearly able to overshadow you with his height and his size. You could make out the definition of his thick biceps through the dark green dress shirt he wore that had been tucked into his dress pants. The narrowing of his waist was emphasized by the black belt he had wove through the belt loops of his pants.
He looked suave and put together, immaculately breathtaking as any man could have been. And you were rightfully stunned.
It had only been after a waiter had come to offer you a glass of wine that you had moved. You’d taken the wine glass offered to you and sipped on the sweet white while making your way toward your group ready to introduce yourself.
You were a foot away from them, within touching distance of the group when he had turned and cast his eyes upon you. And as his gaze settled upon you, his blue-green eyes had left you feeling stunned and breathless.
“Y/N,” his husky voice delivered a series of pleasant shivers down your spine, and the way he stepped away from the group to stand before you heightened your heart rate, “its nice to meet you.”
“You’re so tall.” Your thoughts became vocalized, and you blinked slowly when you looked up at him, both mesmerized by his gaze and stunned by his height.
“Tallest boy in all my classes.” His hand settled on your waist and you wondered what he was doing, when you got your answer by a soft nudge as a waiter passed you.
“I’d offer you a drink but you’ve got one.” He had retained his hand on your waist and searched your face while you stood stunned by his attractiveness and his sheer size.
“I’m not the biggest fan of white wine, but its all the waiter had.” You could feel both Bucky and sweet girls eyes on you, as they grew more excited by your connection.
“Time to be honest,” Steve’s soft chuckle made you whimper unwittingly, and he had smiled charmingly to the tune, “I ordered you red cause sweet girl-“
“I like red wine.” You had seemingly no control over your voice, over your ability to keep yourself in check. “Better than white anyway.”
“Why don’t I-” Steve gently took the glass from your hands and reached behind himself to grab the glass of red. “-trade you?”
“I mean…I already drank from it.” You told him after the fact and preened, again, when he laughed softly. “I’m sure that being a kindergarten teacher means you’ve got your cootie shot.”
“Circle, circle…dot, dot…” you spoke quietly, anxious and nervous despite sweet girl appearing as if she was going to burst.
Steve, the gorgeous older man had looked at you as if you were the epitome of sunshine and beauty all wrapped into one. It was a little overwhelming being looked at with such strong attraction and affection room.
You understood how sweet girl felt when Bucky looked at her.
“Steve and-“ sweet girl started to speak, only to be interrupted by Steve.
“-lady bug.” He affirmed the name to you with the soft brush of his fingers down your arm. “Cute as a bug.”
“You think I’m cute?” You inhaled sharply, your heart thrashing wild.
“More than cute but I don’t want to come on too strong.” Steve’s husky laugh rang in your ears and you were delighted by the sound.
“Hey punk,” Bucky leaned over and nudged Steve with his elbow, “now would be a good time to ask her to look around with you.”
“Thanks, Buck.” Steve grimaced slightly. “Do you-“
“Yes.” You answered quick and enthusiastically. “I would like that.”
“Take good care of her.”
“Shut up, Buck.”
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Is there an overview over all your couples somewhere? New ones that I didn't know about pop up during your countdown and I love it but I'm also curious who else I'm missing
Here’s the couples I’ve got (that aren’t in series yet)
Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & his mental health associate reader — he calls her Bambi because she is very clumsy
Biker!Curtis Everett & Nanny reader — he’s got twin boys Theo & James
Silverfox!law professor!Ari and his jr-librarian reader (a/b/o & plus size) — they met at a masquerade event where he basically scented her and she scented him
Silverfox!biker!Steve & ladybug (kindergarten teacher) — he’s all in and she’s a little hesitant about him
Silverfox!chubby!Bucky Barnes & Sweet Girl — they’re neighbours and she is a lab tech at the hospital
Lloyd Hansen & Pumpkin — soulmates and he bought/kidnapped her from her brother and mother who essentially sold her to him after her father died (her father is a POS)
Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers & Ballerina — he met her when she volunteered at an art class, he became obsessed and kidnapped her to be his bride (her father is district attorney)
Lycan!Steve Rogers & shy!Reader — she’s opening her own cafe/coffee shops and he’s finding her (she is also luna)
Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea — she ran into him while trying to sign him up for the monster matchmaking service she works for
Alpha!Silverfox!Steve Rogers — he’s an artist and they met when she was scoping artwork for her friends boutique
Silverfox!Johnny Storm & little ember — she is his sugar baby and he fell in love, only to face competition with another (younger) rich guy trying to steal his ember
NHL!Nick Vaughn & Pipsqueak — he is her older brothers best friend, they’re soulmates but they had a very rocky relationship because Nick (assumedly) slept around but he’s really in love with Pipsqueak
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