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[glorystark]

His Saviour | Part 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You disobey one of Steve's orders in a mission but you don't think about the consequences...

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING!) mentions of self harm and suicide, mentions of killing and torturing, pure Angst no happy ending, mentions of injures, dark!Steve Rogers, swearing, minor spoilers of Black Widow, Steve being an asshole in general

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Featuring: The original 6

Disclaimer: please don't read this if you're not comfortable with any of the topics below or/and if they trigger you. This is just a fiction and it's never ok to act like this. I'm not romanticizing any of these topics and this behaviour!

You are sitting in the Quinjet, observing everyone who is injured in different ways. Natasha has been stabbed in her right thigh, Clint’s left ankle has been twisted, and Bruce, although not injured, appears exhausted due to a significant code green call, during which Nat almost lost him trying to retrieve him. Thor has a few scratches on his face. Everyone’s faces show bruising in different areas, and their bodies are still aching. But you, you have been injured the most. Your right wrist is broken, and you have been shot in your left leg, though the bullet wasn’t deep and didn't cause major damage; otherwise, you probably would have passed out by now. You still have trouble breathing, and your voice is sore because one of the HYDRA agents almost choked you to death. Your face is bruised, you can only open your right eye halfway, and your lips are swollen. The numbness has made it so you can barely feel any pain. When everyone saw you upon returning to the jet, they were extremely worried. You didn’t possess inhuman powers and weren't a super soldier, but you used to be a well-trained assassin and spy in the Red Room, closely partnered with Natasha Romanoff before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. So, it was surprising for the team to see you so battered, though they understood the mission was challenging.

Everyone needed a break upon returning to the tower. Initially, everyone thought it was a straightforward mission: infiltrate a high-security HYDRA base, get two flash drives containing vital and dangerous information, and exit. What no one knew was that it was a trap, with far more agents present than expected. Eventually, you managed to escape, but only securing one of the flash drives.

As everyone settled back in the jet, Bruce finished removing the bullet from your leg and bandaging Nat’s thigh. Thor bragged to Tony about his usual lack of injuries on missions, joking that he could have taken down all the HYDRA agents that day if he hadn’t been 'unlucky', which elicited laughter from Tony. Clint checked on Nat while she recounted a memory from Budapest. Meanwhile, you contemplated going home for a long shower until you noticed Steve, whose eyes were fixed on you with intensity. Confused, you assumed he was lost in thought, but you were wrong.

“How could you be so reckless?!" Steve's voice boomed through the jet as he stood up from his seat, his gaze piercing into yours. Everyone stopped what they were doing, surprised by his uncharacteristically loud tone, given his usually calm demeanor, even when upset. You looked at him, uncertain of what to say. You understood why he was angry; you had disobeyed an order. However, if not for your 'disobedience,' you wouldn't have acquired half the information you have now. To you, this seemed like Steve Rogers throwing a typical Captain America tantrum.

“Well, are you going to answer, or are you too stupid to respond to a simple question?" he growled, advancing toward your seat.

“I wasn't being-" you began to mutter, only to be interrupted by Steve.

“Speak up," he demanded, his voice cutting you off. You met his gaze, puzzled by his demeanor.

“I wasn't being reckless; I was being thoughtful. The-" you tried to explain, but Steve interrupted again.

"Thoughtful?! You call that thoughtful?! Really, Y/n? It's clear you don't understand the difference between stupidity and thoughtfulness.” he retorted.

“Will you stop interrupting me?" you interjected, your voice growing louder as you rose from your seat. You locked eyes with Steve, standing almost chest to chest in front of each other.

“I wouldn't have interrupted you if I knew any useful words were going to come out of your mouth," he countered, finally yelling, causing everyone but you to flinch.

“You have no right to yell at me like this, Steve.” you asserted, standing up for yourself.

"I have EVERY right to yell at you, you-" he began, but you cut him off this time.

"Why are you making it seem like I committed a crime? Yes, I agree it was wrong for me to enter that room alone, but I retrieved the flash drive we needed, didn't I?" you challenged.

“That is not the point right now. The point is, I'm your captain, and I gave a strict, direct order not to enter that room, and you disobeyed me.” he stated firmly.

That was all true. When you disobeyed his order, you knew he would be angry, but not to this extent.

You sprinted down the hallway, incapacitating every HYDRA agent in your path. You tried not to use your gun too often, knowing there would likely be guards in the room.

"Steve, I found the room," you said through your earpiece. You subdued the agent guarding the room where the flash drives were, and as the door swung open, more than twenty HYDRA agents stood before you, blocking your view of the drives on the computer table.

“Y/n, what did you just say? Get out of there now! Do you even know how many agents are in there?" Steve's urgent voice echoed in your ear.

“I do now," you replied, still facing the agents, who were also eyeing you cautiously.

"Y/n, this is an order. Get. Out. Of. There. Now.” Steve commanded, his tone almost a shout.

“Sorry, Steve, but people's lives depend on this.” you declared, charging toward the agents, disregarding Steve's pleas for you to retreat.

“Steve, I really don't understand what the big deal is. I got one of the drives, and yes, I went alone, but at least I obtained something that will help us.” you reasoned, taking a seat.

“Alright, y/n, I'm definitely sure now that you are deaf. You entered a room with so many HYDRA agents-" he began, only to be cut off by you.

“They were like 10 and they were really weak-" you defended.

“They were 27 trained assassins!” he corrected, making you widen your eyes.

"And do I need to remind you that your leg has been shot, and you can barely keep your eyes open, not to mention the rest of your injuries." he added mockingly.

“Okay, Steve, I get it, and I'm sorry for being reckless. Can we let this go now?" you pleaded, sitting down.

“Let this go?!" he started laughing, though his laugh lacked any humor. Everyone looked at Steve, unable to believe his behavior. They never expected him to speak to you this way, especially in front of the whole team.

You and Steve had been friends since meeting during the Battle of New York. You had a lot in common and quickly connected. A few months later, at one of Tony's parties, he kissed you, and the following day, he asked you out. It had been six months since then, and Steve treated you like a princess. He called you his savior because you helped him adjust to life after being thawed from the ice. He adored you. You had a few minor disagreements, but they were hardly fights, more like disagreements. You could never stay mad at each other, and now you couldn't believe the man who was laughing at you and humiliating you was the same person.

"Steve, I think that's enough," Nat finally intervened, her voice calm yet firm.

"Is it really? I think baby y/n hasn't learned her lesson yet.” Steve retorted sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Steve. You can't speak to me like that. I'm not a kid. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even have that one drive, and god knows how many people could have died. But you can't even realize that because I disobeyed ‘Captain America's orders,' and no one is allowed to disobey America's 'hero.' The only kid between us is you!” you shot back, your voice rising, though not as loud as Steve's had been.

“I'm a kid, y/n? Really? And what are you, a hero? Do you expect me to thank you now? Do you expect all of us to be on our knees thanking you?!" Steve challenged.

“That is not what I said!" you finally snapped.

The tension in the room escalated, and the team grew more uncomfortable by the second.

Steve smirked at your angered state.

“What's the matter, y/n? You seem a little bit defensive. I thought you liked being a hero. You know, because of the guilt, since you started killing and torturing people at the age of 8.”he said, still wearing the hurtful smirk on his face.

The whole team gasped, especially Natasha, whose story paralleled yours. You looked at Steve, unable to believe what he had just said.

“You seem shocked, Agent y/l/n. Oh, and Natasha, don't take this the wrong way. We all make mistakes in our life, but at least after we realize our mistakes, we try to make them up as soon as we can and not run away like a coward.” Steve continued, ignoring your reaction. You and Natasha widened your eyes, understanding what Steve was referring to."Steve..." Nat began, but Steve cut her off.

“I'm not done yet. Some of y'all look confused, well, let me explain it for you," Steve said, addressing the rest of the team.

"Steve, don't." you murmured, your voice weak now. You weren't even sure if anyone heard you, and you were right. No one heard you, but Steve who chose to ignore you.

“Our dear y/n y/l/n was a well-trained assassin back in the years with Natasha Romanoff in a place called the Red Room, which I'm sure you've heard about. Before even Natasha was out of there, Agent y/l/n found a way to leave the Red Room, a way to save every girl, from children to adults, who were mind-controlled into killing, and even worse. But do you know what she did instead?" he turned around the room, looking at everyone as if it was a show. No one said anything; they just kept looking between you and Steve. It was getting harder for you to focus on your breathing.

“Well, in case you haven't guessed yet, she just left everyone who could've been saved, even her best friend who is sitting right here with us.” he said, pointing at Nat.

“And even though she could've killed Dreykov, who was the leader by the way, with her genius plan, she didn't because she was a coward.” he said, emphasizing the word coward.

You've never felt so small and betrayed. You couldn’t believe he was using your awful past against you. When you confided in him, he comforted you, assuring you it wasn't your fault. That you’ve been through a lot and you took the only chance you had to save yourself. And now… now he was a different person.

“Cap that’s enough, it’s not our business what she did in the past. We all did something in some point that we aren’t proud of. She made up for that mistake many times now, since the battle of New York until today’s mission. I’m sure she still feels guilty and you’re just making it worse.” Tony looked at your trembling sight, standing up from his seat and walked towards Steve. The rest of the team nodding along, glad that Tony stood up for you because they were frozen themselves.

“Oh yeah Tony, you’re right I’m sure she feels guilty, don’t you y/l/n?” He looked at you as if you were a kid

Everything about him was hurting you right now. His voice tone that humiliated you in every way, his eyes that sent daggers to your way, his body that was intimidatingly towering yours, his smile which always made you happy and now it was only mocking you. Your throat is dry, your eyes are wet and you feel like your heart is going to come out of your chest in any second. You were hurt and unwell, and everyone could see that, everyone but Steve.

“Agent y/I/n do you feel guilty about your past?" He repeated his sarcastic question.

"I wouldn't worry about that too much since you have a good way to cope with your guilt right?" He continued.

You looked up at him frighteningly, understanding where he was going.

“Steve don't you dare." you whispered, finally being able to say something.

Everyone was confused since they had no idea what you both were talking about.

“you seem scared agent." Steve smirked at you sending shivers down your spine. It hurts so much more that he wasn't even using your name anymore, he felt like a stranger to you.

“SHUT UP!" you had never yelled so loud in your life, the whole jet shook. Everyone flinched but Steve. It seemed like he was waiting for this.

“Come on y/n are you that afraid of everyone knowing how you used to deal with your problems, or do you still do it?"

Everyone was quite once again, something in them wanted to know what Steve was talking about but they also didn't because of the way you reacted.

You looked at him not saying anything but your eyes were begging him to stop. You've never been in such a vulnerable position, especially considering everything you’ve been through.

“oh don't tell me you're gonna cut your wrists open again because you feel guilty you didn't get the second driver."

Everyone froze and widened their eyes, silence filling the jet. No one knew that you used to harm yourself until you started dating Steve, he was the first person to ever know. You felt so comfortable around him that you didn't want to have any untold secrets.

You thought about what if you guys break up but you convinced yourself that even if you guys separate your ways from each other at some point, you're definitely going to stay friends and he's never going to tell your secret to anyone because you believed he was a good man. You trusted him more than yourself and now he proved you all wrong.

You didn't cut anymore, because you found a way to save people. If it wasn't for Nick Fury, making you join the team you'd be long gone by now. But you didn't have a reason anymore, you were happy you had a new family and a new job, everything was perfect for you. Now you felt alone all over again and you didn't even blame Steve, you blamed yourself. You failed.

You started trembling more and started to see black spots. The team walked towards you to see if you were okay. Thor pushed Steve away, "Stay away from her," he warned, before walking to you. You heard Tony and Natasha yelling at Steve, Clint trying to calm them down but looking angry himself, Bruce and Thor asking you if you were alright, but you couldn’t hear anything anymore. It was so loud, but you only heard annoying mumbles. You let out a sob before passing out in the strong arms of the god, the last thing you saw being Steve's worried eyes…

A/N: This was my first (published) fan fiction. I apologise for any writing and/or grammar mistakes considering that English isn’t my first language. Feel free to correct me! If you enjoyed this, please let me know and let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming posts! (This fic will make a twist;))

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[thefiery-phoenix]

REACTION TO YOU ESCAPING

Bruce, Bucky and Peter would be really miserable and heart broken. They'll ask you in a broken voice if what they're doing isn't good enough for you. They just want your love and affection that's all, they're already giving you everything you could ever ask for. If you still continue to misbehave with them, I imagine them just being like 'Angel please behave, you're upsetting me'. They're the soft yanderes who will use punishment as a last resort and even then, their punishments would most probably be something like locking you in a room with nothing to do till you say sorry. They'll overpower you in an instant and give you cuddles and don't even THINK of throwing things at them, it won't work

Now as for Tony, Thor and Clint, as much as they love you, they're trying their best to control themselves and trying you up. They'll just grit their teeth and pin you to the wall and ask you why you're doing this. They really don't want to punish you either, so at the very least, for punishments I have a feeling they'll emotionally manipulate you and say how dangerous it is for you to go out there. And heck, they might give you a chance to escape, till you get caught by kidnappers or people trying to harm you to which you'll run right back into their loving arms as they shush you and tell you hw much they love you and how safe you are with them

And as for Steve, Natasha and Loki, and Scott, well they might do the 'physical stuff' to you like treating you like a doll or slapping you and things like that. They won't care at that point if you're comfortable with doing something or not, you'll most likely get spanked by them. As much as they love you you're testing their patience levels and they'll do whatever it takes to make you behave for them even if it means breaking you

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[xsapphirescrollsx]

Coffee

written: Oct 3, 2019

Black!reader x dark!Bruce Banner

Bruce Banner did not get distracted easily. Just when he was started to make real headway on his project you walked in. Decked out in a pastel blue lab coat, heels, and hair bundled at the top of your head with a wrap his eyes landed on you. Brushing the tight black coils out of your face Bruce stirred in his chair, he shifted his weight as he carefully watched you bend over and then push your bag under the desk.

You were so damn beautiful and smart. Bruce’s eyes trace the outline of your body, he mulled over the shape of you underneath that coat. He wondered if your ass, your hips would fit perfectly in his hands as he imagined.

“I brought coffee.” said Bruce, watching you over the tops of his frames.

Your pouty mouth licked the rim of the cup before sitting it down. The tinge in his crotch began to ache. “Taste great! Did you grind this? Like is this your special mix you were talking about the other day?”

He lowered his eyes, appeared busy by grabbing up a glass flask and inserted it in to the galvanizing spectrum meter to his left.  “Ya. The beans were shipped from a friend. Swears by them—glad you like it too. It’s definitely a special blend.”

Bruce turned, still imitating working, but his eyes focused over the brim of his glasses as he stared hard at you. Suddenly you stopped where you stood, your paperwork falling from your hands to the desk. and to the floor. Bruce smiled. “Did the door lock after you came in? We don’t need stragglers interrupting.” he asked.

You stood there silent for a moment. In a daze you turned around walked across the space and hit the panel on the right of the door. “It’s locked.” You spoke through a soft breath.

Bruce smiled, a half grin pulled up at the right of his lips as he removed his glasses. He leaned back in his chair, spread his legs as he turned in your direction. Your back stilled faced him, though there was a noticeable shake in your shoulders. The hem of your lab coat cut just below your knees shook.

Bruce placed one arm of his glasses in his mouth, slowly he clicked it across his lower teeth as his eyes analyzed your behavior.

“Doctor…I feel..” you tried to speak clearly, but a pain, no an ache from deep within had you cradling your belly. You hunched over, confusion spread at your recent actions. Bruce had asked of you and without fail you complied. A gush of wetness dripped around your underwear and over your thighs it glided toward the floor.

“Come here.” commanded Bruce.

“No..” You resisted, but the tone, the sensuality of his voice rolled over you in a shudder.

You turned, began to walk, your eyes watery with fear as you struggled not to obey. “What did you do? What is this..” you groaned with every word, and step.

“Just some help. I didn’t know I made it so strong. I can see the puddle over by the door.” Bruce laughed, he put his glasses on the desk. He pulled off his lab coat, tossed it to the floor and began to work at the button on his slacks. “I have something for you. Can’t wait till you see it baby.”

“Bruce, please..Doctor.”

You followed his order without fail. Compelled to listen to him you walked across the space until stood between his open thighs. “No, no. Call me Bruce.” He said, as his hand glided up the hot, sticky and sweaty brown skin of your inner thigh. You wanted to feel shy, to feel something other than the desperate need growing in your cunt. But as his fingers swiped against your panties they nudged the moist folds underneath you felt nothing but want. “I like when you call me by my name.” he said with a smile.

A jolt straight up your insides burned and gnarled within you causing a noticeable dip in your frame. You clenched, you whined as it the ache turned dangerously agonizing. “Please..don’t do this. I don’t want this.” You begged.

“You see you have to.” said Bruce, the grin still playing over his lips. “You need the release. You don’t want to die do you?”

Your eyes fell to his crotch in time to see him pull out his cock. It was large, uncut, a few shades darker than the rest of his body but the tip was flushed and engorged to a delicious shade of plum. Your mouth watered as you stared at it.

Bruce’s warm fingers tugged your panties to the side. His index finger slid from your taint all the way up to your clit in one stroke. You wiggled under his touch and gasped as he retreated from your heat. He with drew his hand, leaned back and rubbed your slip over the head of his cock. “I knew it. You have always wanted me, just needed some incentive.”

“Take off your clothes. Let me see that beautiful body.” You shook your head, did your best to resist. Bruce tilted back, judging you as you defied his order. “Don’t fight it.”

Tears slid down your face as smoothing as your jacket coming off your shoulders. It felt easier listening and then fulfilling his commands. Your hands moved over the hem of your top as you peeled it away. Bruce’s eyes lingered on your bra, and then as you slide out of your skirt he focused on your wet mound poking out of the side of your panties.

“All of it.” He continued, stroking himself as he watched you. He stared at your wonderfully stiff dark brown nipples. Slowly, he followed the outline of your curves as you tried to shield some of you from his gaze. And as the sly smile faded from his face he pointed to the cement floor. “Now, get on your knees.”

You once again did as you were ordered. “For two months I’ve been curious why you ignored me. I tried to get to know you didn’t I?” he asked, his fingers hooked under your chin drew you in closer. “All I wanted from you was a little companionship; you know how lonely it gets in this lab.”

Bruce held the sides of your head in his hands. You opened your mouth in time to engulf the head of his seeping cock. “I couldn’t stand it anymore.” He groaned as he pushed you down on him. “Watching you…and not touching.” He hissed when you finally began to bob up and down on your own.

“That’s right suck it. Make it tight. I know you’re angry with me…” his head rolled back, so did his eyes as he shut them and took in the vacuum you made for him. “’let me feel it.”

Bruce’s thighs twitched just before he thrust up to meet you coming back down on him. His hands still held your head, and then moved to your shoulders as your mouth rode his cock. “Greedy, girl.” He grunted out as his head popped back up to meet your eager eyes.

“You wanna feel me on the inside baby?” he asked, but he knew you weren’t able to disobey.

“Sit on my lap.” He said, and hooked his hands under your arms as you began to stand and pulled you onto his thighs.

Bruce lifted you a bit, lined himself up with your cunt and pushed you down on him. One quick painful thrust and he was inside you, buried in your wet slit. You stilted, collapsed onto his shoulder and gripped the back of the chair.

“Too big?” Bruce groaned again as his hands glided down your back to your thick ass. He squeezed and spread you apart as he used your body as a brace to pull out then slam back in. “’ tight little pussy.” he crooned.

Bruce’s hands left you and then together slapped back on to your ass forcing you to match his movements. “Take it, you can do it.”

You followed. Not completely adjusted to him you did as he asked anyway. Slowly you began to ride him. Your clit skimming the fabric of his slacks was enough to stimulate your already swollen knob of a clit.

Bruce breathes deep, he enjoys watching the sweat drip from your face, pool in small droplets over your shoulders. And he can smell how aroused you are, the sweet murky fragrance of desire wafting from you begins to send him over the edge.

His hands leave your ass, he gathered your face in his hands as he stared at your open mouth, then your wide wanton gaze. “Smart girl. That’s right ride me—show me how much you wanted it.”

You panted, deep shallow breathes fell from your lips as you snatched up patches of desire every time you plunged down upon him. The pain in your womb began to uncoil as you become untethered from the need to orgasm. It was the heat though, sensitive and tender on the inside the heat from his cock was what stroked you toward your climax. Over come with the sweet release of it you shut your eyes savoring the pleasure of it all.

“No, look at me when you cum.” Moaned Bruce, he brought you closer to his lips as he lightly kissed you as you rode him hard. You wanted to throw your head back instead you obeyed and struggled to keep your eyes on him.

“Don’t stop, baby…” Bruce whispered across your lips and into your mouth. “Don’t stop till I fill you up..”

A pained whine bubbled up, pathetic and sorrowful. “No…please..don’t do that.” You asked, but couldn’t stop yourself from riding him.

“Shut up….” Bruce looked back and forth between your face, to watching your tits worshipfully as they bounced and rubbed all over the chest of his button up. “And you’re going to take everything I give you.”

Your hold slipped from the chair to his dark silky curls at the back of his heads as you tipped up and down on him. Bruce’s hands left your face, he grabbed your ass as he began to pound into you. The moans from your lips bounced with his thumping until he stilled, he kicked out a leg as he came then pushed you back down on his final thrust. You held on, wrapped your arms around his neck as he buried his face into your clavicle. His stubble scraped across your smooth damp skin when he moaned. He still slowly pushed in and out allowing the feeling of you around him to settle the raging green inside him.

He stirred finally, he brought his hands up to your shoulders then shoved you off him and knocking you down on to the floor. Terrified you huddled and tried to cover your self—then your eyes rolled up his spread legs, to the wet spot on his slacks where his cock stood erect as he stroked it.

Your eyes locked with Bruce. His face, the expression a shadow of the sweet Doctor you had come to know stared you down with contempt.

“Suck it, and make it tight.” he instructed.

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[alostlovergirl]

hello! i have read all of your marvel stories & i absolutely love them <3 could i please request a dark bruce banner x reader where he kidnaps fem!reader who is his assistant? maybe he is worried about her living in the city alone, but he is obsessed with her and wants to get her pregnant as soon as possible so everyone will know she’s his? you can change any details you’d like. thank you so much!

Just worried. -Bruce Banner X reader

Summary: Bruce has always been paranoid about you, but you never thought much about it. A boss worried about his assistant, right? Maybe, its gone to far.

Warnings: creepy, stalking, kidnapping, possessive, obsessive, non con, force pregnancy, breeding.

Note: Here ya go! Sorry, it’s a little short, but I hope you like it!

Bruce loathed leaving his assistant alone. He wanted to keep her in his lab and comfort her. Save her from the big bad of the world. That has always been his number one goal, to keep her safe and in his sight at all time. She lived alone in a big city and he was scared that someone was gonna hurt her. He already have heard horror stories about women being sexually harassed while walking alone. He has tried desperately to get her to stay when they accidentally stayed too late in the lab. She always stated that she was fine and made her way home in the orange tented night, leaving her paranoid boss pacing his home.

Bruce can't stand it. He was upset that ne courant have her near him at all times. He needed her here, even after work hours. He wanted to hold her and make her safe, make it so she wouldn't have to worry about anyone hurting her. So he wouldn't worry about her.

It was raining. Hard raining. Bruce closes the blinds, the rain distracting him from his experiments. He looks over at his perfect assistant, smiling as she was bent over the chemicals, testing out a drug they were making for medical reasons. She looked amazing, hair tucked back in a low ponytail and so focused on her project. He walks up to her, standing on her right side, watching over her. When she takes notice, he gets met with those beautiful almond eyes and warm smile. " Ya know, you don't gotta watch over me, sir " she teased him, taking off her goggles.

Bruce just smiles and grabs droppler outta of her hand. “ I am just making sure you are doing the right thing. Can't have another explosion... " he smirks, remembering the explosion she caused in his lab a few nights ago. It was absolutely halirous seeing her singed face and scared expression. Probably thought that he was gonna fire her. She just shakes her head, giggling and turning back to her project. "Would you want to stay here with me? The rain is getting worse. "

" No no... wouldn’t want to be a bother... plus I got a show to watch.” she sounded excited at the end and that made his heart warm in his chest. He smiled, but frowned when he realized she rejected his offer. He really didn't want her to walk home in the rain. There were too many dangers; she could slip and bust her head wide open, she could be robbed, she could be followed and taken advantage of. He couldn't allow that to happen.

"Oh come on, dear. I could stream your show here and I will set a place for you to sleep. I don't feel comfortable about you walking home in the rain, darling." he takes off his glasses and he sighs. He was becoming desperateto keep her in his home. She lets out a sigh and turns to her partner, stretching. She shakes her head, taking off her gloves, getting ready to leave. She grabs her bags.

"No no... I need to go home, Bruce. I cannot stay with you all the time" she seemed to be getting nervous as she grabbed her beats. She flashes one of her signature, heart breaking smiles before rushing past the worried doctor. He grumbles as the door slams behind him. He grips the table and starts growling to himself, about to toss the table across the room in frustration. Why won't she understand that he was trying to protect her? He just wanted to make her safe. She was too precious to be out the world. Too perfect to be touching the disgusting filth out in that world. He was gonna protect her. Whether she liked it or not.

The woman was making her way down to her studio apartment in the downtown part of town. Snot was dribbling out of her nose from the cold rain, but she really didn't want to stay with Bruce. He was becoming kinda creepy lately and it was freaking her out, like the fact he was trying to get her stay over all the time. Either staying late or wanting to watch a couple of movies. She has thought about quitting being his assistant, but he pays so much money and she can't give that up until she finds a better job somewhere else. She gets to her apartment and unlocks the door to her fluffy brown cat, Gizmo. He meows at her and she picks him up, smiling. She carries him to get him some food and water before washing her hands, making some food

She couldn't stop thinking about Bruce and worrying about his mental state. She wondered if he was sane and if that was the reason why he was so protective over her. She really needed to get away from him. She feels that she was in possible danger and that if she goes back to his lab, that she'll never come back out.

She went back every day. She didn't want to go back because everytime she went back, Bruce got more and more obsessive. He wouldn't leave her alone and was starting to become more persistent about her staying over. He was asking every fucking hour of the day, she was starting to get annoyed and it wasn't helping that she was becoming more stressed out as he was over her shoulder, criticizing everything she was doing. "Ok! Get off my back, Bruce!" she pushed the older doctor away. She moves away from him, turning around, with a pissy attitude.

Today was a bad day. She was cramping, she didn’t have time to do her hair, she was tired and she was pissed off about everything. She really didn’t want to deal with Bruce's bullshit today. "Damn Bruce!" he looked shocked and confused. He actually looked hurt that she yelled at him.

She just sighed and takes off her lab coat. "i quit..I can't do this anymore, Bruce.", she grabs her bags and leaves, quickly. She takes a deep breath, not realizing how much trouble she just caused for herself. Her " worried " boss now didn't have her with him anymore, but he can't leave her on her own. He needed her to be with him all the time and he was gonna make that happen.

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It had been a few weeks since she left her boss alone in his lab. She was struggling to find work after all of that, but she refuses to go back to his lab. He was scaring the hell out of her and she finally got away from that being fearful of her supposed ‘worried’ boss. There was no way she would ever see him again. Before she blocked his number, he had been obsessively texting her over and over. Begging her over and over to come back, that he would lay off of her.

She completely cut him off and weird things started to happen; her powerlines got cut and during the darkness, she heard a bunchof weird noises. Her phonelines were cut and she couldn't call anyone for 2 weeks straight. She hears people trying to get in her apartment at night and she has called the cops over 20 times, fearful of her life and safety. They keep brushing it off, telling her to invest in some locks.

She did live in the bad part of town, but that didn't mean that the police wasn't obligated to help her, right? She took matters into her own hands and bought extra locks for her doors, patio, and windows. She purchased pepper spray, and a gun. She even had a male friend stay with her for a while, until she was sure she was safe. She limited her outside activity and started covering her face when ever she is at a store. She was so scared about everything, even after the whole thing stopped happening.

She just needed to protect herself because she didn't feel safe. Now, she was relaxing in her apartment, when her door bell rings. She sighs in disappointment at her interrupted movie, putting her popcorn down. She gets up and walks over to the door, opening it. "hello-" she was cut off by a deranged looking Bruce, holding a gun to her head. She stood there in shocking, vision blurring with tears.

"I was worried about you, sugar" his voice was monotone and sick sounding. Sounded like he has been out in the cold or rain. "No more living by yourself. You are coming to stay with me." he spoke, gently but held the gun firm. He reached out Ana grabbed her arm, pulling her out of her apartment. He shuts the door and allows it to automatically lock. He tugs the tense woman along, making small, awkward conversation with her as she stayed quiet, fearing that if she said anything, that she would face down in the concrete of the busy streets. He stood close behind her, gun against the small of her back. He seemed giddy as she walked with some sweats, sweater and some house shoes on. She didn't understand how no one felt something wrong with this situation or helped her when she was completely tensed and uncomfortable around this man. Bruce just continued talking as they reached the house / laboratory she areadea seeing. He ushered her up the concrete steps Ana gave her his house keys. " unlock our home..."

She shivered, tears forcing its way out of her eyes. Shaking horribly, she unlocks the door, the air conditioning blasting in her face. She looks up at him and he just pushes her inside the house with a wicked smile.

"You can never leave me again. I'll make sure you are connected to me forever. Everyone is gonna know you are mines. I'll never worry about you again." The tears flows harder as he spoke, walking towards her, holding the gun. He pulls her into his chest and tilts her head up, holding the gun behind his back. " be a good girl, yeah?"

Even if he was threatening, his voice never failed to comfort her. Something about his sickly sweet voice and the way he whisperswas comforting, no matter what he was talking about. She almost relaxed into him until ne carasses her thigh. His hands disgustingly roamed her body, making her extremely uncomfortable. He groans in the pleasure and she pulls away from him. “Bruce…please. I’m begging you to leave me alone. I won’t tell anyone.-“

“Shhh…. You don’t understand how long I have wanted you. Everything about you is perfect. From your beautiful face to your plump ass. I was always worried about your safety because you were so gorgeous. You left me and I needed you. I have you now and I am never letting you go…” she could hear a little bit of Hulk in his voice at the end of his confession. He bum rushed her and throws the woman over his shoulder. She started to struggle and kick, crying harder. He was so excited. So happy to have her in his arms even if she didn’t want to be in his arms. She doesn’t have a choice anymore. He was going to make her his and everyone will know that she is his.

He slams her on the couch and continues feeling her body up as she fought against him. He fulfilled his disgusting fantasies as he overpowers her small body, ripping her naked. He wasted no time in getting what he wanted. Her pretty little cunt was wet, even though she apparently didn’t want him. He swipes a finger along her folds, making her screams stop and she bites her lip. He chuckles to himself and presses his finger inside of her wetness. The clench on his finger was amazing to him. It was making it harder for him to hold back, but he needed to at least try to prep her.

She couldn’t help herself, moaning out when he nudged her legs open and pushed his face between them. She feels his hot breath and warm lips against her sopping wet cunt. She pushes back against his face, whimpering. She grabs at her tits, pinching her nipples. She shakes her head, trying to break out of her pleasure fueled senses, knowing this was wrong. She clearly didn’t want this, but yet it was so good. Her body was begging for more as his tongue shoved in and out of her.

When he pulled away, he laughs at her red face and unties his sweat pants. He pulls out his cock and shoved himself inside her without warning. She sucked in a breath as her succulent sucked him in. She grabs the couch and turns her face away from him, letting him thrust inside of her. She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, so maybe she could escape later. She tried to ignore it, but it was too good. She covers her mouth, eyes rolling back. She rolls her hips with his thrusts and she moans out, making him smile.

“Feel good? You can’t hide your moans from me, sugar” he growls, going inside harder. He holds her face down into the couch, losing control of himself. Her pussy was wet, making slapping noises in the echoey living room. His cock was thick, not very long, but it was enough for her to be shaking already. Every thrust sent waves full of pleasure throughout her body.

Suddenly, he held her down by her arms and pounded her without a care in the world. Her jaw slacked open and she cried out, moaning. “BRUCE! WAIT WAIT!!” it was becoming too much to handle and was starting to hurt. She started hitting his hips, but that only made him faster and harder. The pain was burning through her like a wildfire and he just growls, muttering something to himself.

“Gon make you mine… make you pregnant” as soon as she heard pregnant, she started to scream for help. She tried to fight him away, but he just slaps her thigh every time you move. She cry and beg him not to impregnate her. She didn’t want to be connected to him forever, but he was too strong to fight back against. His hips stuttered to a stop and she feels hot cum filling her up.

He pants, sitting back on his knees and watching her drip out like a freshly backed donut. “All fucking mine…” he pants out as she moved away from him and against the other side the of couch. She pulls her knees up to her chest and cries into them. He crawls over to her and wraps himself around her, rocking her, trying to comfort her. She didn’t even fight, just sat there and cried.

She belonged to him know because he was just so worried about her.

#bruce banner x reader #dark marvel #marvel #bruce banner #the incredible hulk #tw noncon #new post #new #new writer

[plaidpyjamas]

fuck it, Avengers Dead Dove Do Not Eat fic idea/outline

This is mainly an AU for my Avengers OC Desmond - he grew up in a lab and has a regenerative mutation because of it. In his main story/universe, Tony and Pepper unofficially adopt him and his life is able to finally turn around. The set up is the same here, except that Tony Stark is a Monster with Too Much Power I can try and write it as an "x reader" fic if people want, but portions of it do hinge on Desmond and his own origin story, plus I'd need a beta reader to go through and swap pronouns over. Anyway here's some quick thoughts on the fic, laying down a little bit of groundwork as far as Desmond's situation goes. I can't guarantee I'll actually write it though hhhhh TW: NON-CON (the focus is Desmond's sexual assault at the hands of Tony & Bruce), transphobia, and probably a whole load of other stuff if I do write it

DARKFIC – Tony x Desmond x Bruce Non-con, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Desmond is taken in by Tony around the same time [somewhere around Avengers2012?]

Because of all the tech and money Tony has provided SHIELD he’s gained too much freedom and power – no one is really able to stop him from doing what he wants, because he could rip away nearly all of SHIELD’s resources at this point

What Tony wants, in “adopting” Desmond, is a plaything (he also brings Bruce into it- he's in this weird limbo where he still joins Tony in assaulting Desmond, but he apologizes nearly the entire time, which makes Desmond feel worse)

 Fury feels partly responsible for what Tony (and by extension Bruce) is doing to Desmond – he’s unable to do anything and the guilt eats at him - Fury's constant apologizing and trying to “make it up to him” just makes Desmond feel worse (are you noticing a trend)

Pepper is also trapped – first in her job and now in her marriage w/ Tony – she and Desmond, while living together and going through the same things, aren’t able to do anything to help each other, aside from sympathetic glances now and then (Tony doesn’t allow them together unsupervised maybe?)

Pepper tries to comfort Desmond when she can - by making him food or other small things. She genuinely cares about Desmond, but is really doing these small things for him so she doesn't have to think about her own suffering

Tony won't let Desmond get any of the gender affirming surgeries he wants - claims it's simply not possible with his healing abilities and won't let him talk about it past that - Tony really just wants more control over him (potential forced pregnancy?)

Tony does not allow Desmond to see Loki at all, so sadly that relationship never has a chance

Luckily though he does still meet Bucky - they keep their friendship a secret and Bucky really wants to do something about Desmond's situation but he can't without risking Desmond losing his one single solitary genuinely safe place (Bucky's room) so he's stuck just trying to comfort Desmond and be there to put him back together whenever he needs

Steve either does not notice all of this or he is in denial, so Desmond can't go to him (there has been at least one incident where Desmond felt safe enough to vent a bit to Steve - Tony knew everything by dinner that night, rip)

Steve's unwillingness or inability to see how awful Tony is towards Desmond and Pepper causes a rift between him and Bucky

Potential happy/bittersweet ending - Bucky somehow manages to help Desmond escape and they flee to.....idk somewhere. Maybe they're just on the run from then on. Maybe they go to Wakanda? Maybe Shuri and T'challa take them in and hide them?

I really want to try and find a way to work Loki into this, since he's such an important character in Desmond's canon universe, but idk how I'd go about doing that - unless!!!!! Thor finally catches wind of what's happening and offers to take Desmond to Asgard (Bucky too cause he's not leaving this poor guy all by himself). I guess that could still happen, but it could be like a failed escape attempt? And after that, Loki gets involved in trying to help Desmond or something? I'm hesitant to give Desmond more people who want to help - I feel like that makes it less dark? And if I write this thing I'm going whole-hog like it's gonna make me sick to write it I bet lmao someone help me

idk I haven't really thought about a coherent plot line, just this absolute nightmare scenario lmao

anyway if this sounds like something you'd wanna read please tell me!!! I have so many ideas for this but I don't wanna write and post it if nobody wants it, yknow?

#tony stark x reader #dark!tony stark #bruce banner x reader #dark!bruce banner #avengers fic #dark fic #dark!avengers #dead dove do not eat

[jadedvibes]

Here’s the masterlist for my Falling in Love writing challenge!

I will continue to update this weekly as more wonderful entries come in 🧡🎃🍁

Be sure to heed the warnings for each submission and respect the boundaries of their creators. And please don’t forget to show some love to the talented people that have submitted their entries thus far!! 🧡💛

Fics

The List by @alltheficsiwant (bucky barnes x reader)

Falling For You Like the Leaves Do by @doasyoudesireandlive (college!stucky x college!reader)

Bookmarked by @lillywillow (sam wilson x female reader)

Plum Cake by @tuiccim (roommate!bucky x gn!reader)

Rogers Family Recipe by @writing-for-marvel (steve rogers x fem!reader)

Falling in Love by @subwaysurf45 (bucky x reader)

Falling All Over Again by @jobean12-blog (eddie munson x reader)

(Love is) Lemon muffins and chamomile tea by @late-to-the-party-81 (bruce banner/hulk x reader)

Hold Me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming (boyfriend!ari levinson x reader)

Falling In Love Forever by @bucky-barnes-diaries (tfatws!bucky x female!reader)

So Perfect by @lia275 (bf!bucky x baker!female!reader)

You still love me by @nekoannie-chan (steve rogers x mutant!reader)

Moodboards

Just You and Me by @navybrat817 (bucky barnes x reader)

Take My Hand by @filthy-gorgeous (andy barber x reader)

First Date with Jefferson by @sgt-seabass (dark jefferson x reader)

Falling All In You by @treatbuckywkisses (andy barber)

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[sebastianstansqueen]

Cheer Up Love 2

A/N: I've decided that I am going to update this series on Tusedays, if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,230

Warnings:  Angst, passive thoughts about mental health, I think that is all actually

Chapter Name: Darling I’m With You All The Time

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 Y/n got up with Bucky, starting on making coffee, breakfast, and Bucky’s lunch, every other wife on the block wives them away. She did all of her usual cleaning, and then Natasha invited her, Wanda, and Peggy to go shopping. The four of you headed into town on the trolley, sitting and watching as the models were walking around wearing nice clothes the all of you talked. “What are they doing up there on that mountain all day?” Wanda asked.

“Well from what Steve told me, was that they make weapons for spies.” Peggy told the group.

“I say let's not worry about it, I mean it’s so nice all we gotta do is clean cook, and then we do all that we want for the rest of the day, like this.” Natasha pointed out. “Add that one to the bill.” Natasha said about the dress that the woman was wearing in front of the group. 

“Hey, do you think Val is alright?” Y/n asked Natasha and Peggy specifically. “I mean she’s our friend.”

“Y/n, sweetie you mean was, after she did what she did and then went crazy, no, we don’t associate with her now.” Natasha said, shaking her head.

Wanda perked up. “W-what?” 

“You haven't heard?” Peggy asked, receiving a head shake from the other woman. 

Two Week Earlier

It was a Saturday all the men, and Carol had gone to work, while the wives were cleaning, and Valkyrie took her daughter on a walk, they walked and walked, eventually getting onto the trolley. “Momma, where are we going?” Lilibeth asked. 

“We’re going on a walk.” She said calmly soon enough they got to the edge of town and they got off the trolly, and walked along the endless amount of woodland area, around the town, as they walked, the sun beating down on the woman and the child, eventually, exhaustion and dehydration took its toll and Valkyrie just fell. Hours after she woke up on her bed, walking out the cops along with Carol were in her living room. “What’s going on?” Valkyrie asked. 

“Val.” Carol walked up and hugged her wife. “I-I can’t find Lilibeth anywhere and I’ve looked and looked.” The blond said with concern. 

“What?” Val said.

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“That’s what happened.” Natasha told the new friend. “She claims that Tony took her away to punish her for going out there but she’s gone coo coo.” 

Y/n taped her softly as a warning. “Natasha.” She hissed. “She’s our friend, show some respect.” Natasha rolled her eyes.

After all of that Y/n made her way home and cleaned up a bit, before Bucky got home, once he was home dinner was ready along with drinks for both of them. “How was your day doll?” He asked. 

“Irritating, Natasaha acts as though Val wasn’t our friend, she isn’t showing her any respect.” Y/n huffed. 

Bucky hummed. “But Valkyrie, did something wrong Y/n, all Tony and the rest of the people working on the Westview project, only ask that you all just stay in town, and she broke that only rule.” 

Y/n wiped her head to look at her husband. “Are you saying she deserved whatever happened to Lilibeth?” 

Bucky shook his head. “No, that’s not what I’m trying to say.” 

“How do we know Tony didn’t take her away?” Y/n argued.

“Why would he do that?” Bucky said with an eye roll. 

Y/n shrugged. “I don’t know, but as far as I know you don’t either, what the hell are you working on all day up there, what's going on when you leave for the day?” 

“You know I’m an engineer.” He huffed out. 

Y/n nodded. “Yeah I know but. What. Are you working on?” 

“I can't tell you.” He stood his ground, and Y/n stood up and walked out of the dining room.

The next day she woke up and did what she usually did and she got ready heading into town on the trolley, it got to its last stop and the conductor turned from where he sat. “That's the last stop.”

Y/n waved him off. “It’s alright, I'm just here for the ride.” He continued on and as they rode, she looked out the window, noticing what looked like a jet fly over the mountains she moved across the trolley and saw it crash, she gasped. “Stop!” She shouted as the cart hurried to a stop. “D-did you see that?” Y/n asked the man.

“No, what did you see?” He asked. 

“A jet crashed.” Y/n said seriously. “We gotta go see if they're alright.” 

The man shook his head. “I-I can't do that, I can’t go off route.” 

Y/n huffed, then got off the trolly. “Really you're just gonna leave me?” 

“I can’t go off route.” He said once again. 

Y/n was off walking deeper into the surrounding woodlands, the sun pounded down as she walked, eventually, she found a roadway up the side of a mountain she yelled out for help, for someone to help the jet. Once at the top, she looked around and saw nothing, no jet, just woodland. She walked up to the building, sweat dripping from her brow, looking through the window.

It felt like a nightmare-like state, she could hear Tony’s voice, saying things such as. “You're exiting the Westview project now.” But it was all black and white and it felt almost like you were crashing through water and glass-like birds were swarming you and pecking at your hair and skin, a soft hum and a low song was being sung. “Darling, I’m with you all the time, can't you see I long to be with you all the time?” Then everything went black. 

Y/n’s eyes shot open, and she felt cooled down, she walked out of her and Bucky’s shared room, she walked into the joined living room and kitchen, and found Bucky trying to smash potatoes with an alcohol bottle. “Was I here when you got home?” 

Bucky jumped. “Um yes, you were asleep, are you feeling well.” 

“I-I just had a really strange dream.” She mumbled. “Here let me help you’re doing all of this.” She moved her hand in a circle to show everything he had out in the kitchen. “Wrong, for example you need to boil the potatoes.”

“I’ll get started on that.” He smiled, filling a pot full of water and putting it on one of the stove heads. Eventually, Y/n and Bucky had dinner that night. It may or may not have been a long wait.

That night she had another nightmare it was similar to what she saw earlier and heard earlier, except things were intertwined into it things of you and Bucky but Y/n didn’t remember any of this, she and he dancing in what seemed to be a small living room compared to the one that was in her home, she then saw what seemed to be Natasha, Thor, Clint and a man in a patriotic suit of red white and blue along with someone in a suit made of metal and a tall green guy, then again the song “Darling I’m with you all the time, can't you see I long to be with you all the time?” She shot awake gasping, reaching into the darkness. 

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #marvel #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #dark bucky #soft dark #dark!fic #soft dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky x y/n #dark!bucky x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!tony stark #Dark!bruce banner #Dark!marvel #dont worry darling

[abbatoirablaze]

The Avenger's Initiative, Chapter 19

Word Count:  2.4k

Warnings:  NSFW. This chapter contains adult themes. Size kink. Jotun (which in itself is it's own warning). Abuse. Unprotected sex. Edging. Voyeurism.

Jade’s POV

I sighed as I sat down in Dr. Banner's office. He gave me a look, raising his brow, before signing something on his desk, "give me one second to finish up something, and then we can get our session started."

"I don't see the point," I groaned, shrugging my shoulders at him, "what good are these things actually doing?"

He closed a file and pressed a button. A few seconds later the door opened, and Mira popped in, "you buzzed?"

"Yes," he smiled. He gave her a look that I recognized from just about every other guy that was infatuated with her. The soft smile. The twinkling eyes. I chuckled to myself.

Of course, he'd fall for her little doe-eyed self.

She was the perfect combination of innocent nerd and cheerleader that probably ignored him all the way through his education.

"Are you finished up on the project over here, yet?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "I was just getting ready to head to Tony's lab. He wanted my assistance with the security update for the tower."

"Run this down to him?"

She nodded again, walking into the room and taking the file from him. I watched him curiously as his eyes never left her ass as she walked away. Even when the door clicked shut, he looked at it with a hunger that made me wonder if that was him, or Hulk.

"Banner?"

He snapped out of it when I called his name, "Jade. Yes. I-"

"Do you like Mira?"

A series of looks crossed his features. While many might ignore them as he tried to keep his composure, I couldn't help but pick the individual ones out. Lust. Giddiness. Secretive. Jealousy.

What was the good doctor hiding?

"What?" he laughed awkwardly. He began shaking his head, "No. No. Mira is simply a research assistant to myself and Tony."

"Is that what you tell yourself?"

He swallowed hard as he looked at the door again. I smiled. His anxiety about someone finding out he had a thing for Mira was obvious.

"We should probably get started on your session."

"I want to talk about you doc," I smiled, "the good doctor. The kind doctor! The doctor who's slowly been gaining a crush on my best friend."

"Mira and I are strictly on a professional ba-"

"Bet you don't wish that though."

"Jade-"

"My degree was in psychology," I laughed, "you think I don't see the subtle body language you display around her. The peacocking when you come onto our floor looking for her? The purposeful messing up so that she comes up to you to ask questions. How you help her with some of her online classes just to spend more time on our floor."

"I-"

"You like her."

It wasn't a question, but rather an accusation. And I had caught him red-handed. Over the past few weeks, he had been hanging around more and more on our floor. And between him keeping her later in the labs or Tony using her for the tech updates, she'd barely been able to be seen without an avenger at her side.

"What happened though?" I thought curiously, "She's been on our floor less and less the past few days. I know that Cap is out of the med bay."

"She's been going to his therapy sessions."

"Oh, is that jealousy I hear, edging the good doctor's voice?"

His jaw ticked.

Green tinged his normally brown eyes.

"Hello there, hulk," I smirked. Banner looked at me, but it wasn't him just below the surface. It was his counterpart, "do you care to be part of the conversation?"

"Hulk's not here," Banner growled, pushing his counterpart away from the situation. The green disappeared, "it's just you and me, Jade. And we need to talk about you. Remember?"

"I don't want to talk about me."

"The college contacted me," he said quickly, "I lied and told them that you are doing a pharmacology study with us, and that you are doing some hours under a psychologist....which isn't entirely a lie."

"I don't want to finish my degree," I replied, "I'm only two years into it anyways. Why'd they believe that I was already working with a psychologist for hours."

"You know you have to log upwards of 200 hours with one," he replied, "You're falling behind in your classes though."

"So that's what this session is going to be about then?" I asked, "Just you telling me how you're disappointed that I'm not keeping up a fake life so no one realizes that I was abducted."

"No," he sighed. He took his glasses off and looked at me, "Jade. Loki has asked me to talk about this with you."

"Loki hasn't had the balls to visit me since he found out Dani was alive too. He went to Asgard with her and Thor."

"Are you upset that he didn't take you as well?"

"Are you upset that Mira's been hanging out with Steve in her extra free time?"

The green tinge to his eyes came back and I smirked, knowing that I had pressed a button.

If I couldn't press Loki's buttons I for damn sure wasn't going to sit down and wallow.

No, I was going to take out my anger elsewhere.

"Do you think she's going to be with Steve?" I asked, "the brute who let her get abducted? The guy that raped her best friend? The guy who turned to alcohol and pain pills, rather than a good guy like yourself?"

"Jade."

"She has always wanted to pick the bad boys, you know," I reminded him, "so it wouldn't be out of character...but you know that. I know that you must have looked into her after she started as your assistants.  You know, before we got abducted, you were all that she talked about.  She was so excited about the prospect of working under you.”

"Jade."

"But no, you're just jealous," I laughed, kicking my feet up onto his desk and crossing my arms, "jealous over America's golden boy because you know in the end of it she's gonna be tucked under him as he pounds her into the next century while you sit alone in your office jacking off to her."

"I SAID ENOUGH!"

In the seconds that I was calling him out he'd entirely transformed. No longer was he the mild-mannered Dr. Banner. He'd slammed his large green arm down on the desk, smashing it to pieces. And there he hung in all his naked, angry glory.

I stood up from my chair and uncrossed my arm, raising my brow.

His nostrils were flared and it was obvious that he was trying to control himself. The brown flecks in his eyes were almost gone, but they hung on for deer life.

"Get out, puny human," the hulk growled at me, "before Loki has no whore to come back to."

"Always a pleasure," I smirked at him as I walked out of the office, "just make sure you can calm yourself down before you come visit Mira again. I don't think she'd know how to react if she saw that elephant's trunk you call a dick in her face." 

"Loki!"

He grabbed me by the back of my neck, his large blue hand wrapping entirely around my throat. The door slammed shut behind me as my feet left the ground and I was thrown haphazardly onto my bed.

"You've been very naughty, Jade," he growled. In just two small steps he'd covered the entirety of the length of my room. A small glow emitted from his hands and danced over my own, and it felt as if I was being tied down to the bed. His scarlet eyes glared at me, "what did I tell you about pressing buttons, hmm?"

"Loki-"

"Shut up," he hissed, slapping me across the face. His snarling face made his ridges even more pronounced, "I got a message from Bruce last week talking about how you're failing your classes. Then you pressed his buttons until he can't turn back. He's been stuck walking around in that form for days! DAYS, JADE!"

"That's not my faul-"

"SHUT UP!" he yelled, "How can you do that to someone? You know how I feel about this form and yet you go and upset someone until they go to a form they cannot change from! DO YOU ENJOY MAKING MONSTERS? DO YOU ENJOY SEEING A MONSTER, JADE? IS THAT WHAT GETS YOU OFF?"

"I-I"

"WELL!" he roared, pointing to himself, "take a good look my pet. You want a monster so bad, here I am."

"You-you're not a monster, Loki."

"I am," he seethed, lowering his face so that it was inches from my own, "but you refuse to see that, don't you? You refuse to look at what is in front of you. Well tonight, I will show you."

"Lo-"

"NO!" he growled. Towering over my body he reached down and ripped my jeans down my legs. He gripped harshly at my blouse and tore it open, buttons clattering onto the hardwood floor feet away from the bed. Then his hands ripped my panties off. I felt my lower body jerk as the fabric pulled before finally giving way. "Look at you. I can already see how wet you are. You are turned on by this aren't you?"

It was hard to deny. My breathing had gone shallow, and I felt the tension in my core starting. My heart raced, but in the best of ways.

"Loki, I-"

"Did I not tell you to be quiet, pet?" he purred against the shell of my ear, "if you fail to listen to me, I'll deny you all the pleasure I know you are looking for."

My smart mouth failed me as my brain went silent. He stood up again and I saw the all too familiar glow around his hands. Before I could even think to ask what he was doing a slight pressure began running up my thighs before finding their way to my already aching mound.

"Do you know what the best part about my magic is?" he asked to the open air. I tried to concentrate on his words as it felt like his hands were spreading my apart, and a wetness touched my clit. Circling. I gasped. It felt like he was alternating between licking thick strips up my cunt and clit and pressing his tongue inside me. He smiled as I let a moan go, "I can taste you, you know...even without physically doing that. It's like my mouth is working on you, isn't it? You can feel my tongue...making you wetter."

"Please."

"Oh pet," he smiled, his eyes glowing a deep and wicked red. I tried to keep eye contact with him as it felt like he added two fingers into the mix, slipping them inside my already sensitive heat. I hissed as it felt like it was him in his Jotun form and not his normal appearance. Thicker. Longer. But at the same time, already hitting the spongy spot inside of me. The stretch burned ever so slightly as he fucked into me at a deliriously slow pace, "you're going to have to be able to take much more than that by the time I'm done with you."

I shivered, thinking of what else he could possibly do to me.

But as I thought that, his pace became quicker. My breathing became more shallow, and a new goal came into mind. The tension in my stomach drew tight as I was about to reach my high and the sensation stopped.

My eyes shot open to Loki, and he gave me a wicked grin, "oh. I'm sorry. Were you not done?  You left frustrated, pet?"

Light figures traced along my thigh, and I would feel small nips against my inner thigh, or what felt like his hand lazily tracing figure eights along my clit. He was smiling, watching me from the edge of my bed, palming himself.

"Wh-when did you get undressed?" I managed to gasp. The coil tightened in my chest and the pressure ceased yet again, "Loki!"

He watched me, his eyes flickering to mine only when I called his name, "what is it, my pet? Does this form bother you suddenly?"

"No I-" But before I could continue it came back. But instead of just focusing on my pussy, it felt like his mouth had licked up my stomach and was sucking on one of my nipples. Both pebbled in response, but when he playfully bit me, I was quickly approaching my orgasm again, "Loki, please."

"Please what, pet?"

I felt the coil about to break in my lower stomach and I couldn't respond. Mouth opened in thought I couldn't begin to describe what I wanted. As he switched to my other nipple his hand rubbed faster circles along my clit. Just when I felt like I couldn't go any further it stopped, and he was on top of me.

I could feel him already pulsating against my entrance; his cock thick and heavily leaking precum.

"Is this what you want, pet?" he growled against my ear. His face tucked into my neck, his thick tongue licked a strip against me, "do you want to know how much of a monster you can take?"

"Please," was all I could mutter out. Already exhausted from the numerous times I'd almost orgasmed, I was reduced to begging, "please Loki.  I-I need you…n-need to feel you."

"Oh pet," he purred, his voice vibrating against the shell of my ear. I shuddered as I felt it all the way down to my core, "I'm so glad you've asked."

Without any further warning he lined himself up with my entrance and pushed against me. I felt the pressure and the burn as I slowly allowed him in, my walls attempting to stretch to meet his size. He continued to push, inch by inch until I felt like I was going to be split in half. The burn of it hurt, and I wondered if it would ever begin to feel good.

"Fuck," he hissed, pulling out almost all the way, "you are so tight my pet."

"I-" But then he rammed into me with all of his might, and I released a scream. It felt like someone had taken a red-hot poker the size of my forearm and slammed it up into me. He didn't wait for me to get used to his size, but rather did it again, "Loki please. Please-it hurts. It hurts too much."

"I thought this was what you wanted," growled, face still tucked into my neck. He bit down my neck playfully as he waited for me to adjust this time, "don't you want to be with a monster like me?" 

Chapter 20

Tag List:  @krissy25, @lohnes16, @multifandom-world8

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[1000night]

Treat You Better

Pairing: Bruce Banner/Short Female Chubby Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, cheating on(NPC),  soft dark Bruce, murder(?)

A/N: Thanks for the request! I combine that with the challenge. And in this fic, everyone is alive, Steve didn’t back but retired with Bucky.

tag: @micheleamidalajedi, @caplanbuckybarnes​, @caplanreads​

English is not my first language.

It’s the countless nights he doesn’t come back, you bet he’s with his those "friends" again.

Sitting on the stairs and seeing those stars shining in the sky, you try to blink away those hot tears.

“I know he's just not right for you.” 

Looking back over your shoulder, your neighbor, Dr.Banner is standing against his door frame. He doesn’t look at you and he tap his fingers on his arm.

“And…and you can tell me if I'm off. But I see it on your face, always on your face.”

“What?”

“Unhappy and hurt.” He takes a deep breath and continues his sentence.

“Any girl like you deserves a gentleman.”

You don’t know how to respond, the silence between you is weird and comfortable.

“Good night.” He offers a weak smile and retreats to his room.

Now, you start to rethink your relationship with your boyfriend.

You’re tired, but you’re not sure if it is a good decision to leave him.

When you see one of his friends post a photo, about a hottie girl kissing the man who was supposed to be your boyfriend, your world crashed down.

Moving house always is exhausting, and it worsens when you pack your things while crying.

Your doorbell chirping, you know he has the key so he doesn’t need to ring the bell. 

‘Unless the bastard now is a coward that needs his new flings to face me.’ 

You scoff as you open the door, it’s Bruce.

“Um…I..I’m here to say sorry. I shouldn’t say that.” 

He looks at you, you can see those apologies and worries through his beautiful eyes.

“No, you’re right, Bruce. I’m wasting my time.” You sniffled, he stiffed and panic

“Are, are you packing? Do you need any help? Or should I call your boyfriend or anything I can do for you now?”

“Can I hug you, please?”

He pauses, then he nods confirmed

“Of course, you can… ooh!”

Arms around his slim waist, the smell of coffee and cologne soothing your tortured heart.

His hand around your waist, the other one stroking your hair to your back slowly.

“I’ve got you, honey. Just rest now.”

He could hear your sigh in peace and relief, and he smiled as he kissed your hair softly.

Your Ex-boyfriend tried to contact you after you moved to Westview Town with Bruce.

The town is built by Wanda Maximoff and those retired Avengers, the former Captain America, and Sergent Barnes also lived here. Natasha and Yelena would come here occasionally to see the newborn Maximoff brothers. 

They welcome you to join them, they throw a welcome party for you; a family dinner once a week; greeting every time. Evan Alpine, Bucky’s cat will lay on the stone walls, and let you pet her when you drop by the soldiers’ house.

Your ex asked where you were before the family dinner time, you didn’t know what to do.

It’s been almost three months, and you and Bruce become closer as the time flies.

He told you about Hulk, he showed you when a thief invaded your house. Both he and hulk are gentle to you, you knew you could trust them to never harm you.

You blacklist your ex’s number; you’re done with him.

But he called your home number, he demanded to bring you back.

After pacing around the house for half an hour, you choose to ask for those heroes’ help.

“How dare he!?”

“Do you want us to kick his ass, doll?”

“No, I just want him to leave me alone. I don’t want to interact with him anymore.”

Wanda stroked her jaw and showed a crept smile.

“I can assure you that he won’t have a chance to near this town, Cookie.”

“Yeah, Bucky and I will notice if someone broke those fences,” Steve said as he patted your back.

“Or you need to move in with Bruce? That’s easier and safer.” Natasha said as she smirked at Bruce.

Your eyes met His, he moved away quickly and slightly scolded Natasha

“Nat! Don’t tease us!”

“Hum, I just suggest a good plan.” She shrugged

When you leave Wanda’s house together, you asked him hesitantly

“If I moved in with you…, will it be too fast for us?”

“You sure you want to? Nat is joking, you don’t have to…”

“You’re safe to me, Bruce.” Your words froze him, you tilted your head and stepped toward him.

“With you, I feel safe and comfortable. I feel like I’m loved, and I want to move in.”

Reaching out your right hand, you beamed at him.

“I want to treat you better if you give me the chance.” 

“Yes!” He almost screamed. Both his hands covered your right hand and kissed it.

“I just wanna give you the loving that you were missed, I want to be the gentleman, your gentleman.”

You shared your sweet kiss under the streetlight, the starry stars, and the moon.

After the night, you didn’t see your ex, until you see the news about a man who was drowned in the Upper Bay, and he was your ex.

It’s a complex emotional, you feel bad for him, yet you feel relief that you know you don’t need to worry about him anymore.

“It’s a normal reaction, honey. I’m just glad he won’t be your nightmare from now on.”

Bruce comforts you, you sleep soundly in his arms.

He kissed your forehead, an anonymous text sent on his phone

“Target down.”

THE END

#cappysdecadeschallenge #bruce banner x reader #soft dark fic #soft dark bruce banner #1000night masterlist

[p3sephone]

Tomorrow I will start posting the first chapter of a serie of one of the Marvel universe (yeah, surpriiise). I’m also working on some requests, but if you got something more to ask do not hesitate. <3 

Have ya’ll a nice day/night. <3

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[dem-obscure-imagines]

Let It Snow

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Fandom: MCU

Summary: When the power goes out at the Facility, Pietro makes sure you’re keeping warm.

Note: Takes place in an “Everybody is alive and lives at the Avengers Facility” AU. Wanted to kick out one more Christmas/Winter imagine before getting into the New Year’s stuff.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.5k

Reader Is: Gender Neutral, an Avenger.

To be honest, you didn’t notice it at first, the slight chill in the air. You continued your work, typing away on the loud, typewriter-style keyboard on the fancy, expensive computer Bruce had built for you (with Tony’s money, of course).

And then it got…worse.

Your toes were numb and you were shivering, despite the long sleeves you were wearing.

You slid your feet into some slippers and walked out into the hallway, arms huddled around yourself as you wandered from your room, down the hall to where the thermostat was. You gave the up button a cursory press, waiting for the screen to blink to life and tell you what it was set to, but it didn’t.

Huh. Well, that was something, wasn’t it?

“(Y/N). Hello.” Vision materialized beside you, causing you to jolt in shock. “My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine, Vision. Do you know what this is all about?” You asked, shivering and motioning to the busted thermostat.

“It appears the furnace is broken. Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner are attempting repairs now, but it may take quite some time.”

“Oh. Gotcha.” You nodded, “Thanks for the info.”

“Of course. I do recommend you bundle up. It seems your body temperature is steadily decreasing.”

“Will do.” You saluted and pivoted on your heel, just in time to catch a face full of Pietro as he sped down the hall, sliding to a stop.

You ever so gracefully fell on the floor, staring up at him, disgruntled. “Nice one, Sonic.”

He chuckled, offering a hand, but you got up on your own, dusting yourself off. “What is the problem?”

“Furnace is busted.” You explained, patting his arm as you began walking away.

Pietro started walking backwards, keeping pace with you. “Where are you going?”

“To get into something warmer. Might be a while.”

One of his eyebrows quirked up. “Well, you know, I’ve heard skin to skin contact is the fastest way to warm up, if you need some help with that. I do have ‘improved homeostasis,’ as Banner puts it.”

“I’m good, thanks.” You deadpanned, shutting your door in his face. You could feel him lingering there for a moment before running back down the hall to his room, you presumed. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. Pietro was a flirt. Always had been. But things like this never worked out with people like him. Not in your experience, at least.

You changed into a cozy, zip-up onesie, feeling a lot warmer than before, especially with the hood over your head. You got back to your tying for a while. A few hours at least…until the lights went out.

“Great!” You threw your hands up, rolling away from the desk in your dark room.

In a huff, you stood up and walked to your window. It was a blizzard out there, inches and inches of snow on the ground. There was a knock on the door and whirled around to answer it. Part of you expected it to be Pietro standing there, but instead, it was Steve with a flashlight.

“Oh, hey. Is this because of the blizzard?”

“No, Tony says he snipped the wrong wire.” Steve shook his head. “Or something. Might be a while before it gets fixed.”

It was already getting late, and you were planning on going to sleep soon, but now, you weren’t so sure you should if you didn’t want to wake up a popsicle. “Okay, thanks for letting me know.”

You said, turning back to grab your phone and your water bottle to refill it before you figured out exactly what it was you should do in the meantime.

***

About an hour later, Pietro found you on the couch in the living room, shivering and reading a book by the light of a tiny, battery powered reading light. You were bundled up and, due to the lack of windows, you were pretty sure it was the warmest room in the facility. But as the temperature continued to drop, it didn’t seem to matter where you were.

“(Y/N), what are you doing in here?” He said, concern etched deep into his accented words. You met his eyes, wrought with worry and only offered a shaking shrug.

“I don’t want to g-go to sleep until the h-heat comes back on.”

He shook his head, crossing the room slowly for once, taking his time with each step. He sat beside you, not even bundled up beyond a hoodie and some sweatpants. For the first time in your life, you envied his powers. Carefully, giving you every opportunity to shove him off of you, he gently lifted your blanket, guided your book to the coffee table, and crawled on top of you, settling his body atop yours and sandwiching you between himself and the couch. He pulled the blanket back on top of the both of you, adjusting his head into the crook of your neck.

You were stiff at first, but at his warmth, you all but melted, eyes closing in bliss, your arms relaxing around him as you chased that feeling. His warmth. His scent, that sharp, woodsy cologne he was so infatuated with.

“Is this alright?” He asked, voice low and raspy.

You nodded, relaxing further into his hold, letting him warm you up. You pulled him closer, relishing in the feeling of your shivers slowly stopping. “Pietro…”

“I won’t say anything. The others don’t have to know.” He assured you, meeting your eyes before settling down again.

“I’m not too worried about that.” You whispered, suddenly overcome by it all. His proximity, his voice, the way his body felt melded against yours. It was right, what they said. Fitting like puzzle pieces.

“You’re not?” He asked, mischief at the edge of his tone. “Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)?”

You scoffed. “You know, contrary to popular belief, I don’t dislike you, Pietro.”

“I don’t dislike you either.” He replied with a chuckle. “Kind of the opposite, in fact.”

Your heart picked up a quicker rhythm, cheeks flushing. You were kind of thankful the two of you were cuddled up in the dark. You hoped nightvision wasn’t one of his secret powers, or you were sure you’d never see the end of it.

“Please say something.” He murmured at the silence.

“You…”

“I thought it was obvious.” He muttered, words quick, flat at the edges.

You let another moment pass, choosing your words.

“I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to—”

You touched his face with a cold hand, guiding his chin so you could attempt to look him in the eyes in the silvery rays of light streaming in the window. “I like you, too.”

He grinned, breath catching in his throat. “You mean it?”

“I have for a while.” You confessed. “Since that first training session when you bulldozed me on the track.”

“I did not bulldoze you!”

“I don’t know, I felt pretty bulldozed, laying there, flat on my back, feet knocked out from under me.”

He chuckled. “I was trying to impress you.”

“Mission accomplished.” You laughed at the way frustration crept into his words. “I could never forget about it. My very first week on the team and already, someone was out to get me.”

“Oh my God.” He rolled his eyes, the words sounding unsure on his tongue. He shook his head, gaze softening as he reached up, a careful hand brushing the hair out of your face. “Are you warmer now, drága?”

“Much.” You nodded, brushing the tip of your nose against his. “I do have another idea for warming up, though…”

He smirked. “Such as?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Please do.”

You rolled your eyes, and looped an arm around his neck, tugging him down to you and crushing your lips to his. He hummed in agreement, calloused fingers hooking your jaw, keeping you close as his kissed you tenderly, passionately, lips soft and perfect and experienced. He was the perfect distraction from the freezing room around you.

Then, suddenly, there was a loud thrum and the power kicked back on, bathing the room in light. You squinted, the appliances in the kitchen all beeping as they came back to life.

Pietro shielded his eyes with a hand, still hovering over you. You stared up at him for a long, quiet moment, still not entirely sure it had happened until he dipped back down and pressed a long kiss to your cheek, his stubble tickling your skin.

“Now let’s get you to bed, hmm?” He asked, helping you off of the couch as the facility gradually warmed back up. The two of you walked down the hall together and you yawned.

“What were you two doing down there?” Bucky asked, standing in his doorway. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“I was just letting (Y/N) know the heat was back on.” Pietro shrugged. “I am the quickest, you know.”

“Uh-huh. Right.” Bucky nodded, suspicious, but backing away into his room anyway.

You got to your door and stopped in the doorway, turning to look at Pietro. His hand grabbed at your waist, tugging you in for a kiss that you gladly returned. When you parted, you watched him speed down the hall, hoping that when you woke, it wouldn’t all be some sweet, winter dream.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE BRUCE BANNER HEADCANONS

He's a complex person so I wish you all the best for dealing with him here. He has the emotional range of a literal freaking OCEAN ngl....

He'd be obsessed with you after getting to know you since not many people would be that comfortable and chill while hanging around him. You could calm him down when he was in his angry Hulk form and that's what made you unique and special. You weren't scared of him like most people and he's grateful and thankful for that. He doesn't get enough love considering the fact that people view him as a monster of some sort. Although he might seem violent and aggressive, he the complete OPPOSITE when it comes to you

He'll treat you with the most gentlest of care like a delicate precious flower

He's also extremely smart and he can be quite good at manipulating people too. He can read you like a book no matter how much you try concealing things from him. He has Phds for a reason and man will NOT hesitate to put them to good use. He likes your innocent personality, you look so cute and adorable to him when you just look confused he just wants to drop whatever he's doing and hold you and cuddle you

If Tony tries flirting with you Bruce will just raise his eyebrows in a questioning manner at him and try telling him that he likes you and if he could please back TF off. Well they ARE good friends so he won't go all Hulk and try killing him. YET. If he continues to do so he'll be having a little 'talk' with him this time in his HULK form and you KNOW things won't end well when he transforms into Hulk

He will get easily flustered and become a blushing tomato when you compliment him on something. In conclusion, he really loves you and isn't afraid to show the world HOW much he loves you

#yandere bruce banner #yandere bruce banner x reader #yandere bruce banner scenarios #yandere bruce banner oneshots #yandere bruce banner imagines #yandere bruce banner headcanons #yandere hulk #yandere hulk x reader #yandere hulk headcanons #yandere marvel characters oneshots #yandere marvel characters x reader #yandere marvel characters #yandere marvel x reader #yandere avengers headcanons #yandere avengers imagines #yandere avengers x reader #yandere avengers #dark avengers oneshots

[thedragondawn]

the one that didn't get away - Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Words: 780

Fluff, angst

A/N: This is a belated birthday gift for my dear @iosonoarina 💕💕

taglist: @iosonoarina @stefroutledge @blackwidow-3

taglist || ko-fi

War was over.

The Avengers had won. Well, Thanos was defeated and now it was time to mourn the losses and go back to the world that they had known before the snap. A world that part of Natasha didn’t believe would ever come back.

Now there was hope again. Hope that she would find you home, safe and sound and things would pick up from where you’d left them before Thanos had almost destroyed everything. Hope that she would find you home and that you’d still love her. 

Hope that everything will be okay.

**

“Banner, I’m fine, let me go.” Natasha insisted, wanting to be cleared so she could make it home to her apartment - a place where she’d barely slept as it felt like a haunted museum without you in it. A museum holding the memories you two had made, a museum reminding her of how empty her life was without you.

“You will come back for more testing tomorrow, you hit your head.” 

“My head is fine but yours won’t be if you keep me here.” 

“Fine, fine. Go.” Bruce lifted his arms in defeat.

Natasha stole the keys to one of Tony’s cars and drove off, speeding towards her old apartment. She had no phone on her and the closer she got to that apartment, the more her pulse raced.

Her heart stopped completely when she pulled up in front of the apartment building and saw you emerge from the door.

“Nat..” Nat saw you whisper and ran out of the car, wrapping her bruised body around yours. She started shaking as relief flooded every cell of her body.

“Любимая…” Natasha repeated over and over again as the two of you held each other in the middle of the sidewalk. She didn’t care that her body ached from the long battle, she didn’t care that there was so much that she still needed to do. No. There was you, solid and breathing in her arms. The scent of you enveloping her, your presence finally anchoring her home after so many years of drifting.

You cupped her face gently, scanning and making sure that she was whole, that she wasn’t a dream.

“What happened?” You asked but your question was silenced with a desperate kiss which you reciprocated just as passionately.

“It was a bad time.” Nat caressed your face gently, your heart breaking when you felt her hands shaking against your skin, touching you almost with a reverence.

“I’m here. We’ll handle it.” You reassured her before leading her back into the apartment.

**

Time went on. The two of you were almost inseparable and it came as a huge relief to you when Natasha announced that she will step back from the Avengers. There would be less shadows haunting you two. 

“You’re staring.” Yelena scolded her older sister as you were making tea in the kitchen of your apartment.

“Mind your own business.” Nat bit back playfully.

“You’re so in love, I could puke.” Yelena made a gagging face.

“You’ll find your person too.” Nat winked at her and then moved her gaze back to you.

“I can’t believe that you two made it.” Yelena commented.

“Why?” You asked, looking at your future sister-in-law. The two of you had grown closer in the months after endgame, and in your new home with Natasha, Yelena had her own room, which she joked was as if she was your pet.

“Because the world tried to tear you apart yet you resisted.” 

“No, Thanos tried to tear us apart, we finished his stupid grape face.” Nat argued. 

Her comment made the three of you laugh. There was still lingering darkness from the time of the snap and the final battle, but Nat frequented therapy and you knew that it would all work out.

“So, did you set a date for the big day?” Yelena looked at you and Nat all snuggled up on the couch.

“No, we are not rushing.” 

“Are you tempting fate?” Yelena teased petting your orange cat who plopped herself on the floor next to her.

“She is the one that didn’t get away. There’s no doubt about that.” Natasha smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. She’d had other relationships before meeting you but her soul knew that she’d found home with you the moment she’d laid eyes on you and getting you back was something that she would have given up everything for.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You teased, even though Natasha could see the tears shining in your eyes.

“Good.” Nat kissed you gently.

“Lord, save me.” Yelena muttered, bursting your little bubble and lightening the mood. 

#natasha romanoff #marvel #natasha romanov #the black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel fic #black widow x reader #mcu fic #post endgame

[alostlovergirl]

Masterlist

Disclaimer: Some or all of these stories may be dark and my dark content contains disturbing material. Minors DNI and proceed at your own risk.

Hi everyone, you can call me stargirl and I am 19 years old. I am coming back after a while off of dark content. I am getting back into marvel stuff and everything may not be accurate. Don't be afraid to ask or request anything from me, just please don't rush me. I am a college student and I work, so I might not be able to work on requests all the times. I hope you all enjoy!

Please request!

Fluff: ❤️ Smut: 🖤 Dark: 😈

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Bucky Barnes

My Perfect 1950s housewife 😈🖤

Never gonna be safe😈

Bucky’s breeder🖤😈

Run bunny run😈🖤

The King’s Servant 😈🖤

Open wide 🖤😈

Tony stark

She is all mines😈🖤

Locked in🖤

A good ending? 😈❤️🖤

Come back to me part 1 😈 Pulling Back: part 2😈 Pregnancy Hours: part 3😈

Random 🖤

Peter Parker

Owed Favor (omegaverse)😈🖤

Danger!😈❤️

Steve Rogers

Gonna fix her - part 2 😈

Obsession 😈🖤

Pure🖤😈

Bruce Banner

Gentle punishments. 🖤❤️

Just worried 🖤😈

Stephen Strange

Drown in it😈🖤

Two for the price of one🖤😈

Thor Odinson

Embarrassment 😈🖤

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I Can See You

Loki Laufeyson x Fem Avenger!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex (R Receiving), P in V Sex, No Protection (This is fiction, you are not, WRAP IT UP), Choking (R Receiving), Fraternizing Between Co-Worker, Mentions of Loki Being Able To Read Minds, Secret Relationship, Mentions of Hickeys, Jealous!Loki, Mentions of Masturbation (Reader), Mentions of Loki getting slapped, Mentions of Alcohol, Drunken Confessions, Reader has Dark Humor

PREFACE: Loki and Reader were the newly recruited Avengers, who everyone thought just hated each other, but unbeknownst to them, they were a lot friendlier when no one was watching

A/N: Flashbacks In Italics!

Earpiece Monologue In Bold and Colored!

Loki changed after the events of Avengers 1 and gets recruited in this A/U!

"So sweet", he groaned against my cunt,

Pounding his fingers into me, as his free arm wrapped around my leg to hold me in place. How we ended up in the janitor's closet was actually quite the story.

"Don't stop, please!", I whined,

"Oh, I don't plan on it", he grinned.

Loki and I met a few months ago, when we were both recruited into the Avengers and at the beginning, we actually didn't get along.

All I'd heard about the God of Mischief prior to meeting him was that he invaded and nearly destroyed the city of New York, so to say I wasn't his biggest fan would've been an understatement.

"Welcome to the team, kid", Steve nods,

"Thank you", I smiled,

"This is great! Now we have two extra sets of hands to help with the work load!", Thor roared,

Causing me to look back at him in confusion.

"Two?"

That's when the original six turn to each other, awkwardly.

"Well, go ahead, Captain Thunderpants, it was your idea", Tony snipped.

My eyes meet Thor's, curiously.

"Well...there may be...a new recruit"

"Really? Who?", I questioned,

"Uh...", he looks to his friends for help,

"Don't look at me", Nat refused,

"Not a chance in hell", Tony also declined,

"Steve? Banner? Barton?"

"We're good", Bruce answered on behalf of the other men.

"Oh, come on, how bad could it be?", I asked.

Just then, the door slides open, revealing the devil himself.

"Team", he greeted,

Letting himself in, before his eyes fell upon me. My head snaps back in Thor's direction, who had already taken three steps back.

"Loki?!"

"Yes?", he answered.

After letting out a deep exhale, I began walking up to him.

"I don't think we've officially met-"

Unable to control my anger, I slap him hard across the face, bringing shock to all parties in the room.

"That was for New York!"

Smirking, he turns back to me, before looking over at his brother.

"I like her", he teased,

Making me groan in disgust.

For the next following weeks, I tried my best to avoid him at all costs and my plan was going according to how it should...till that the damned mission.

I was fighting off one of the Ultron bots and failed to see one charging up at me. Just as I was about to be blasted by the ray of its laser, I was pushed out of the way and pinned to the wall, left to watch another building collapse from it's lethal impact.

I turn to see who it was and there stood Loki, holding me in place by the small of me waist.

"You alright?", he questioned.

His eyes pouring into mine with such concern. All I could focus on was how little distance there was between us. My lips barely an inch away from his.

Once I realized what was happening, I snapped out of it.

"I'm fine", I said dismissively,

Before getting back to work.

Tony: Pretty cozy lookin', you sure we didn't interrupt something?

(Y/N): Shut up, Tony

Later that night, I found myself restless and unable to fall asleep. All I could think about was him and how his body felt...right against mine. How his lips were just right at my own, almost brushing against them.

I knew it was wrong, but the more I thought about how intense that moment was and how willing he was to risk his life for mine, the less I grew to despise him.

I touched myself all night to the image, till I was all tuckered out and able to drift peacefully off to sleep.

A day later, during the blowout celebration for destroying Ultron, I decided the only way I could ever face Loki again was to drink.

Sure, one or two shots would've sufficed, but alas, I got carried away and ended up somewhere near ten. Don't ask.

"Okay, you're cut off", Steve says,

Trying to take the shot glass away from me.

"Boooo, what are you my dad?"

That's when the captain's eyes widen.

"Oh shit, he's dead", I say,

Right before bursting into laughter.

"That calls for another shot!", I sing cartoonishly,

"No-"

"I've got this", a low voice says from behind me.

I look over my shoulder and roll my eyes, groaning. This man was just always somehow at the right place, at the right time.

"You sure?"

"I am, thanks", Loki reassured,

Steve nods and walks off.

"A water, please", he asked the bartender,

"I don't need you to babysit me", I slurred,

"Well, stop acting like child and I will"

"Pffft, you're lucky you're as hot as you are. I wouldn't take this shit from anyone else", I accidentally confessed.

The moment I saw his eyes widen and his fine lips curl up into a grin, I felt the realization of what I'd just done hit me.

"Don't you dare tell anyone I said that!", I warn,

Leaning forward to point, when my elbow slips off the table. Luckily, he caught me before I met the hard floor.

"Alright, let's get you to bed", he struggled,

Before throwing me over his shoulder and using his free hand to keep my dress from rising.

If it hadn't been for the loud music and crowd of people dancing, the team would've seen us and gods knew, they'd never let me live it down.

I wake up being greeted with a splitting headache and the sun shinning impossibly bright through the gap in my curtains. I was beyond relieved to remember that it was Saturday and I could take my time recovering from this hangover.

Pulling the comforter off me, I noticed that I hadn't taken off the dress I wore the night prior. As a matter of fact, I couldn't even remember how I made it to my room.

I groan to myself, eventually getting up and heading to the kitchen, but as I did, I find Loki making himself a cup of coffee. He turns to face me and grins at my less-than-stellar state.

"Morning. Care for a cup of coffee?"

"No, thanks", I snipped,

Making him scoff to himself.

I grab a bowl and began pouring in my cereal, before adding the milk and taking a seat at the dining table.

Once Loki's was done stirring his coffee, he takes the chair, right across from me. As inappropriate as it was for me to shamelessly stare at his toned arms, I couldn't seem to stop myself.

"Enjoying the view?", he remarked sarcastically,

Snapping me out of my daze.

"Bold of you to assume I was enjoying it"

He shakes his head, smiling to himself.

Curiously, my brows knit together, as my eyes narrowed at his reaction.

"What?"

"Nothing", he coyly replied.

Something was off. His once-passing glances were now longer and focused on places I'd never seen them on before. My lips, my collarbones...my chest. I couldn't help but blush at the sudden attention.

Not wanting to delve too deeply into it, I brush it off and avert my attention back to the breakfast before me.

"So?"

I look up from my bowl of cereal.

"Are we going to talk about it?", he questioned,

"Talk about what?"

"The delicious little confession you made last night"

"What are you-"

Fuck, I thought to myself.

"Ah...so you do remember?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", I rushed,

As I got up and abandoned the bowl, trying to escape the awkward encounter.

"Oh, I think you know plenty", he challenged,

Trailing behind me.

"I was drunk, obviously what I said didn't mean anything"

"Oh, darling, try as you might, I know it to be true"

I turn to tell him off, when I was met with him being closer than I anticipated. He brushes a stray hair from my face, causing a breath to hitch in the back of my throat.

"You've thought about it. You've thought about all the dirty little things you wish I'd do to you. The only person denying it...is you"

I was at a loss for words. All I could do was focus on keeping my knees from buckling, as he spoke to the deepest parts of my longing. He leans forward, now holding the side of my face and pouring his baby blue eyes into mine.

"These walls may be soundproof, but your thoughts...they're just so loud", he brushes his fingers down my arm,

"I couldn't help myself from taking a little glimpse into that pretty head of yours...do not get in the way of your own pleasure", he whispers.

My skin was on fire and my heart was threatening to give out. Any sense of reason disappeared the moment his hands abandoned my warm cheeks and trailed down to the sides of my waist. With no reservations left in mind, I grab him by the back of his neck and crashed my lips onto him.

I was then thrown into the air and my legs instinctively wrap over his hips. My tongue darting out, meeting his in a heated exchange.

"Just this once", I pulled away.

Well...lets just say that was a blatant lie.

We met almost every night since that day and neither side had any complaints. In each other's rooms, the showers, the kitchen island and couches when no one was in.

It felt almost impossible to keep our hands off of each other. He was a god after all and he sure did fuck like one.

But not all was fair in love and war.

He always felt the need to mark his territory. For instance, the Hickey incident, when Loki left one the size of an orange on the side of my neck.

"Steve was on my ass for this today", I say,

Trying to conceal the mark with makeup.

"He could only ever dream of it"

I playfully rolled my eyes, continuing to cover it up.

So, it should've come as no surprise to me, when I was yanked into the closet, after being overheard playfully flirting with Thor by Loki. Unbeknownst to him, that was my plan all along. To get him so frustrated, that he was left with no choice but to screw me out of my mind as a lesson.

He was always so possessive. Not that I minded.

As a matter of fact, it turned me on more than anything, knowing that it drove him up the wall, seeing me receive attention from anyone, other than him. Call it evil, but I liked the power I had over the god and it seemed like he was more than okay with giving it to me. Even MORE okay with taking out his frustrations on me during our intimate moments.

After effortlessly making me come undone on his skilled tongue, I was immediately flipped onto my stomach with no chance of catching a breath. I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants hitting the ground around his feet.

"You just love how riled up I get over you, don't you? Purposefully throwing yourself at my brother of all people, simply to get a reaction out of me? Not a smart move, pet", he groaned,

Before finally impaling me in one thrust. I gasp at the sudden fullness and his hand reaches from behind me, using my throat to hold me taut against his expensive white button up shirt.

"Now now, we wouldn't want anyone to find you in this compromising position, now do we? With your hair a mess, your lipstick smeared and my cock buried deep inside you?"

He pulls away slightly, only to thrust back inside me with a newfound harshness. Not that I minded, but this time felt...different.

His pace was brutal and desperate, like he had something to prove. The angle allowing him to fill me to the hilt.

I could feel the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting me right where I needed it to.

"Loki", I quietly moaned into the air,

"Such a sweet girl. Letting me ruin her right next to our co-workers", he groaned against the skin of my neck.

The coil in the pit of my stomach began to heat up and tighten. The closer I was to my next climax, the more wanton cries of pleasure began escaping my lips.

"I feel you pulsing around me, darling. Let go for me. I'm close", he grunted against my ear.

With his hips faltering and going faster and faster, I was left at the mercy of my climax overwhelming my senses and rendering me weak and limp.

Within the next few seconds, Loki paints my clenching walls with hot ropes of white, moaning into the shell of my ear.

Once I had somewhat come down from high, I caught my breath.

"They definitely heard us", I exhaled,

Causing him to chuckle tiredly.

"Good. At least now they'll know who you belong to"

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the alpha’s trophy | s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!alpha!steve rogers x reader, omega!innocent!reader, reader is the last omega, military!steve to the max, non-werewolf a/b/o dynamics, kidnapping, praise kink, agegap, size difference/size kink, spanking, oral sex (female recieving), forced orgasms, omega heat, domestic!steve, my attempt at politics

A/N: This probably should’ve been two parts but oh well! (model is @enchated_noir)

In which you’re the last Omega and Steve’s the most influential Alpha in the country.

word count: 9k 

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Your bare feet padded against the wooden floor of Bruce Banner’s downstairs hallway. It was past your bedtime, a strict nine-thirty, but some nights you got curious what the bumbling man got up to at night. His office was on the first floor of his brownstone, with double doors leading to a spacious but paperwork covered room. You made sure to tip toe as you peaked inside, thankful that he was probably too much in a hurry to make sure it was closed. 

Blue holograms surrounded the room, each one representing a living person and almost each you now recognized. When you first met Bruce, you hadn’t realized just how famous he was and it was too late to be cautious of his sad and volatile past. He’d moved past it, he explained to you, and he was gonna help you control your inconvenient gene as well. That’s what the medicine was for. 

Apparently, you had your own inner demon to fight off, “Bruce, all your leads seem to be coming up empty,” That voice was James Rhodes, the Iron Patriot, Tony Stark’s former right hand man, “I’ve spent the last two months combing through mountains in Veracruz using the device and absolutely nothing. Before that, Washington, Montreal, and Savannah. I spent half a year in Cork and never got close to an alert. You’ve been around the world yourself and you still have faith in this thing?”

Bruce always seems grumpy on the mornings after these meetings. He was always the smartest in the room and people could treat him sometimes like he wasn’t, “We have DNA collected from some of the last Omegas that ever existed and we have DNA from perhaps the strongest Alpha in the world. It’s in their chemistry for Alpha’s to find Omega’s and the device is able to completely, although artificially, utilize that ability. It’s a science. A science I have mastered. The problem isn’t with the device.”

“Then what is the problem, Bruce?” Bucky Barnes, you recognized that voice too. He’s the one who gives Bruce the most headaches. You could also recognize him by the energy he gave off, energy you could feel even through the hologram. 

“The problem is simply that this crisis is worse than we feared. We haven’t come across an Omega yet because there are most likely less than ten of them left on this entire planet. If that.”

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips and Bruce turned around, meeting your eyes for a second before pretending that he hadn’t noticed you. He didn’t want them to know you were there for some reason. 

“He won’t take that as an answer,” Bucky responded and you leaned in closer, gently placing your hand on the knob. You knew Bruce would be angry but you cared more for hearing the rest of the conversation, “If there is even one left, he wants them, and he won’t stop searching. Even if it is a one in a seven billion chance, Dr. Banner.”

Bruce leaned against his desk, his arms crossed in front of him as he blew out a sigh, “There’s always an evolutionary reason for things like this. They weren’t snapped away, they slowly stopped being born and they died out. Tell Steve this or not, I don’t care, but it seems the universe is telling us to move on. Alphas will mate with Betas and Betas will mate with those who are not ranked. The world goes on.”

“Bruce-”

Bruce interrupts Rhodes, “Hey, maybe ask Captain Marvel if she’ll fly you an alien omega from another planet,”  The scientist didn’t let the two men get anything out before pressing a button on his computer that ended the call. 

You took a step back, wondering if you could make a dash upstairs and avoid his wrath, “Don’t,” You heard his voice on the other side of the door before one of the double doors swung open. 

You took a breath, “Hi,” You whispered. 

“Hi,” Bruce seemed to smile even though he really didn’t want to. He looked down at your small figure, deciding that, like usual, he just couldn’t get truly angry at you. Although he was a Beta and completely outranked you, he never treated you that way, “I thought you were fast asleep.”

“I was…” You tiptoed around the truth. “I couldn’t sleep and … you never talk much about the stuff you do.”

“You’re curious,” Bruce placed his hand on your shoulders, a comforting and warm feeling flowed through, as he slowly turned you in the direction of the kitchen, “I suppose I can’t blame you for that. You know what always helps me sleep?”

You perked up, looking over your shoulder at him, “Milk and cookies?”

“Milk and cookies,” He nodded in agreement, leading you into the small kitchen. All the appliances were on one side, a wooden dining table on the other, with a view of Bruce’s tiny yard. There was a small garden outside though all the plants were dead since Bruce was often too busy and not home enough. You wished you could tend to it but you weren’t allowed outside. 

You watched as he retrieved the store-bought cookies from the freezer and you helped him separate them on the pan, “I assume you heard a lot of my conversation.”

“A little,” You shrugged.

“Y/N,” He warned, “C’mon, what are you thinking?”

“That I’ve never …met an Alpha before,” You spoke honestly.

“Well, they’re getting rare these days as well. I suppose that’s a good thing that there’s less ego. If you’re lucky, you’ll never meet one.”

You nodded although you still had questions, “But why exactly can’t I meet one?”

Bruce was quiet for a moment, like he suddenly realized how delicate this topic was, “Alphas and Omegas are a natural pair but Omegas are outnumbered. Too outnumbered.”

“You said that there are probably less than ten of us,” You remembered, “Did you mean that?”

“Yes,” Bruce spoked quickly, “But it’s an estimate. It’s been thirty years since anyone has seen a living Omega.”

“But I’m not the last one, right?” You asked, “You could find another? Why don’t you use me to help? I could help.”

“Y/N,” Bruce said, snapping you from your delusions, “It’s a miracle I found you. A complete miracle. And I promised your Grandmother that I wouldn’t experiment on you, that’s the last thing that she wanted. In the wrong person’s hands, that’s exactly what you’d be. She wanted you protected.”

You weren’t sure exactly how you should feel. You had no idea you could be more isolated. It was all you had known. You spent the first eighteen years of your life with Nana and then the next three with Bruce. You’d never gone to a real school or had real friends and yet this was the first time you were truly alone. You were one of the last ones left. There was no one out there to truly understand you. 

The two of you sat at the dining table after the cookies cooled off, your legs tucked beneath you, as you leaned over your plate, “Why do you lie to your friends on the blue computer things?”

“I used to call a lot of people my friends. Now things are different and I just don’t agree with the things they stand for anymore.”

“So why do you talk to them?”

“They’re connected to an important person. I can’t really afford to be on their bad side.”

“The man who’s looking for someone like me?” You pressed further.

Bruce hadn’t realized you comprehended so much and he noted that he would have to start taking his meetings elsewhere. Bruce dipped his last cookie in his glass, eating the whole thing in one bite before dusting off his hands, “I think that’s enough for tonight. You won’t be able to sleep with so much on your mind.”

“There’s already so much to think about,” You whined, “I can handle it, I promise. Besides, who am I gonna talk to about it?”

“That’s enough for tonight,” Bruce spoke firmly, “We both could use some rest.”

Once you found sleep it was relatively peaceful but you were jolted awake by your blanket being ripped from on top of you. You didn’t realize your heart could beat so fast and you were immediately angry at Bruce who had scared you within an inch of your life, “Get up,” He spoke aggressively, “Put your things in this. Pack only the things you need.”

He tossed you a black backpack that you had a feeling would not fit enough of your precious knick knacks that you’d acquired over the past few years. You threw your legs over the side of the bed, “W-What’s wrong?” You asked as he made his way to the door, “Bruce!”

“We’ve been here too long, Y/N,” He ran his fingers through his hair, his voice losing breath, “I’m taking you somewhere safe. I-It’s, uhm, everything’s fine. Just pack up and come downstairs.”

You did as he said, grabbing a maroon sweater to drape over your nightgown before grabbing more clothing items to put in the bag. You decided on one stuffed animal, a squishy version of a panda bear, before grabbing a few toiletries from your bathroom including your white pills. 

You slipped on a pair of black boots, strapped on the backpack, and hurried your way down the stairs. This moment felt exactly how it did when your Nana’s heart gave out and Bruce was whisking you away to a land you’d never been before. 

“Bruce, I’m ready,” You hurried to the bottom of the stairs only to see a gun being pointed at the side of Bruce’s head. The man holding the gun was dressed in black, an arrow strapped to his back, and intricate tattoos decorating his arm. There was another man with dark skin who’s determined look seemed to be replaced by a dropped jaw at the sight of me, “Bruce.”

“God almighty,” The man with the gun spoke, taking me in. Bruce gave you a panicked look and for the first time it seemed like he didn’t have a plan. You did the only thing you could think to do. You turned on your heel and ran back up the stairs, “Go, Sam.”

You made it back to your bedroom, locking it behind you as you ran to your window. There was a pounding at the door but it wasn’t louder than the pounding in your ears. You manage to get it open before your door is completely broken down. You were halfway onto the landing before you were wrapped in strong arms and yanked back inside. You dug your nails into the man until he groaned in pain but he never let you go.

As your hands desperately grabbed at the stair railing, you heard a deafening sound from too close nearby. Sam hurried down the stairs with you in his arms and he finally let you go when he reached the bottom, “W-What did you do?” You scrambled to your feet, looking over the couch to see Bruce on the floor, the carpet around his head soaking with blood.

“Resisting arrest by a government official,” The man declared and you felt your knees give out beneath you.

“She doesn’t smell like one, Clint,” Sam commented. 

“He’s probably been feeding her suppressants. Makes sense why we haven’t had a lead in years,” They spoke about you like you were an object and perhaps that’s what you were, “Cuff her, let’s go.”

You didn’t resist as your arms were pulled behind your back and a black sack was hauled over your head. It’s like your body wanted to shut down, to free you from the terror in your mind, and you could barely feel a thing as you were led outside. It was the first time you’d truly been outside for years and you couldn’t even feel the sun on your skin. 

You could hear the roaring sound of a large engine and you were lifted inside before a door was slammed shut. You couldn’t tell if you were alive. You told yourself to breathe but breathing led to hyperventilating. There was not enough air in your lungs nor inside the hood over your head and the oxygen ran out soon and your thoughts trailed off to nowhere. 

Steve and Bucky sat side by side in the back of the armored vehicle. Fort Lehigh was their destination, newly revamped in Steve’s honor and now the largest army base in the country. Bucky handed Steve a phone displaying a live feed of your room. 

His first impression of you was how small you were and how you looked even smaller due to the fact that you were curled up tightly in a ball. The bed wasn’t small and you didn’t seem to lack any blankets, you were just seeking comfort within your own skin. 

“How long has she been off the suppressants?” Steve asked, concern laced in his tone that he would only show to his closest friend. 

“Almost 72 hours,” Bucky answered.

“And no one has been allowed near her?”

“No, only the unranked, just like you asked. I doubt anyone will make a move against you, they know where your eyes are set.”

“Still, it’ll be hard for any Alpha to resist her when she fully presents as an Omega. I need to make an offer to Capitol Hill.”

After Tony Stark’s death and Thanos’s defeat, Steve became even more of a symbol. Now, he was the highest ranking American soldier and had more political influence than any politician, “They’ll be touted as heroes for giving the last Omega to their most respected soldier.”

“But they’ll still want something to line their pockets,” Steve said, looking down at the small screen. You still hadn’t moved and Steve wondered how much they scared you during the retrieval. Steve cleared his throat, handing the phone back over. The car was getting closer to the center of the base and he’d be face to face with you soon. He adjusted the front of his suit, a darker version of the usual red, white and blue, “Whatever they ask, make sure they get it.”

“Aye, aye.”

The room barely had any blankets or pillows. One pillow and one blanket. You were completely freezing and all you wanted to do was be under a mountain of blankets and stuffed animals. There were no stuffed animals either and you’d probably never see your old ones again. And fuzzy socks. No fuzzy socks. This place was a complete prison. 

In a panic you rearranged the room, moving the mattress beneath the bed and laying the blanket on top to create a tent. They never turned the lights off here either so the time of day was lost on you. 

The door to your cell creaked open and you assumed someone was here to drop off food but an extremely deep voice said your name. The name vibrated through you, widening your eyes, and raising every hair on your body. It felt as if you were hearing it for the first time. 

You didn’t move but the door closed and the footsteps became louder. His smell enveloped the room, warm and woodsy, like tobacco leaf and vanilla. You completely felt him before you saw him. You could picture him as everything about him had already invaded your every sense. 

He kneeled down, lifting the blanket that was shielding you in your tent. It was like a scary movie, the murderous villain finally shows him face, only to be extremely handsome. You were still frightened nonetheless. He scanned you fully examining you like one of his missions.  

Steve Rogers. 

You were surprised when he let the blanket fall and let you be enveloped by darkness once again. His footsteps faded and the cell door opened, “She needs blankets. Soft things. Find whatever you can. And kill the lights at night, no one can sleep that way. Understand?”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

Steve was right. You weren’t tucked away under the bed anymore, you were gathering everything soft they’d given you and creating an intricate nest on the floor. Every pillow was arranged perfectly, contorting to the shape of your body as you finally slept peacefully.

“These young kids have never even seen a young Omega in their lifetime. I didn’t realize they’d have no idea how to care for one,” Steve stood beside Bucky, watching you through the two way mirror. 

“It’s a shame,” Bucky shook his head, “I remember when we were younger and we thought you’d turn out to be an Omega.”

Steve smiled, “I proved myself, didn’t I?”

“You sure did,” Bucky nodded, “She could turn out to be something great too. A symbol, I mean. People think the reason we lost so many Omegas is because of how corrupt our society has become. You two … you could represent a transition back to good, American values.”

Steve couldn’t even admit how much the idea of that excited him, “I’ve let you hang around too many politicians.”

“I’m Mr. America, Cap’s Best Friend. Don’t forget that,” Bucky nudged him, “What’s stopping you from just taking her and running?”

“I’m gonna do this right,” Steve responded, “And the suppressants haven’t worn off, I want to be absolutely certain of what she is. Besides that, I’m making other preparations. Everything will eventually go public and people will either want to sell her or experiment on her. I need a safehouse, one much better than Banner’s.”

“What was he thinking?” Bucky asked in disbelief. He was the one who spotted you during the meeting. You were the eyes peeking through the door of Banner’s office.

Steve knew exactly what happened, “He was still trying to be the good guy.” Years ago, he would’ve done the same. 

The next time Steve visited your room, you were less on edge but your body was starting to drive you crazy. You had random crying fits even when you weren’t sad and moments where it felt like your blood was on fire. The only thing that soothed you was your pile of soft things. 

He leaned against the wall, arms folded in front of him, like a guard, “You had him killed.”

Steve shook his head, “No,” He also didn’t send Clint and Sam there with orders to take him peacefully, “But I’m sorry for your loss.”

You didn’t believe him, that was clear, “He was your friend before he knew me.”

“When you get older, you’ll understand friends often grow apart,” That was something Bruce would’ve said to you. 

“And I guess I’ll make friends one day from inside the box I’m forced to live in,” You responded, playing with the fringe on a teal blanket.

“You won’t feel trapped for long.”

Next he was gonna say you’ll have plenty of space to roam, like you were an animal, “You’re the man who was looking for someone like me?”

“I’ve been looking for you, Y/N,” You sucked in a breath, “And as my luck would have it, you’re here.”

“What do you want to use me for?”

The captain’s eyes seemed to narrow on you, “What do you think I would like to use you for?”

He was toying with you and you wished you weren’t in such a low position compared to him, “Bruce said bad people would want to experiment on me. He said I was one of the last ones.”

“You are the last Omega, honey,” Steve pushed away from the wall, stalking closer, “And just like Bruce, I don’t want you to be an experiment either.”

“But … you won’t give me my pills.”

“Those pills repress the most special part of you. That’s the part I’m interested in,” Steve crouched down, getting closer to eye level with you, “You don’t know much about yourself, do you?”

You glared at him, and you were angered at what he seemed to be implying. Yes, you were younger and less experienced but you were not stupid. Anger was soon replaced by a new feeling as his eyes settled on your lips. You stood up from the mattress, crossing the room to create more distance.

“What if I don’t want to go with you?”

Steve hung his head for a moment and you could tell that was not the reaction he wanted. He stood next, and you realized just how much bigger he was than you. You were a third of him, his shadow immediately draping over you, a wall of muscle you could barely see past.

“I know that coming off the suppressants is making you feel weird . . . emotional, even, but it’ll pass. You’ll feel normal-”

“I-I’m emotional because you . . . y-you killed my friend and I’m stuck here!” You were surprised you raised your voice but you needed him to hear you. Your voice was smaller than his and your voiced seemed to bounce right off of him and crumble to the floor. Still, your frustrations flowed out, “I don’t know you, I don’t know where I am, and everything here tastes like … l-like cardboard! None of my clothes are here, my panda is gone, and there’s no bad reality television to watch!” 

Steve smiled, “Keep going, sweetheart.”

You had the urge to scream but you clenched your fist instead. Steve watched as you began to pace, “This is what I was warned about. Those pills keep me from being w-weak . . . a-and crazy and I’m not supposed to be like this,” Tears stung your eyes before they fell down your cheeks, “I'm not supposed to be here with you.”

“Come here, Y/N,” Your body went rigid as his voice shivered through you. You looked up at him in shock as it wasn’t you who was in control of your movements, “Come closer.”

He’d changed his voice, it had the same deepness but it was now dripping in influence. Control. 

A test. 

You tried to shake your head but couldn’t. You were still upset, your throat still tight from the crying, and you felt the lack of control was gonna make your mood worsen. 

“Y/N,” He tried again and you actively fought it. 

“No,” You struggled to say, your voice a whimper, “Please.” 

Now, you were desperate. Steve liked that word on your lips and he liked those tear stained cheeks more than he’d probably admit. 

“Come,” He ordered again and your body moved towards its Master, “That’s it, good Omega. Good girl.”

Instinctively, your arms wrapped around him and your head rested on his chest. A switch flipped inside you as you were enveloped in his warmth and a part of you seemed to roar awake as his large hands pet the curls atop your head. Your worries faded, your heartbeat evened out, and the flame beneath your skin was extinguished. 

It was euphoric. 

Steve went into the ice unmated, and once he awoke, all the Omegas were gone. Something shifted within him as well and even he marveled at how quickly nature took its course. The sound of his voice was enough to quell your tantrum. All you needed was to be reminded of your place. You’d have him to guide you and to protect you. Steve would make sure you wanted for nothing. 

When you pulled away from his embrace, your hands roamed cautiously over his uniform, feeling every divet and wanting desperately to feel his skin. Your smaller hand grabbed his, your doe eyes staring up at him. What were the chances that the last Omega in the world would be this beautiful?

Steve was curious about your next movements as you led him over to your makeshift bed. You pointed down to the bed, expecting him to understand but he was left guessing, “You want me to lie down, honey?”

You nodded, the relaxed daze you were in had left you speechless. Steve did as you wanted, wondering how it was that he was taking the orders now. Normal, non-hypnotized you, would’ve found it funny watching the monster of a man lay there on a twin sized mattress. Now, all you wanted was to be protected in his embrace. You kept your hand in his, laying down right next to him. 

Next, you closed your eyes and found the coziest dreamland. 

Two days later, the scientists on the base declared that it was likely that the suppressants were no longer in your system. You were at your most natural state but it couldn’t feel much more foreign than it did. Steve was wrong, the emotional fits continued but now it was due to the fact that he’d left you alone, clinging to a pillow that still smelt like him. You missed him and hated that you missed him. 

That morning, your breakfast arrived as well as a stack of folded clothes. You knew it was a sign that you were leaving the room but that brought new fears you hadn’t even considered. You were trading this prison for another but there had to be some way out. Steve couldn’t possibly have everything figured out. But what if he did? And he’d overpower you easily so what was there left to do.

You were beginning to think it might be better to be a science experiment rather than his puppet. 

The clothing provided was a pink, floral, knee-length dress and a clean pair of white sneakers. Undergarments were provided, of course, but you wondered if Steve had a hand in picking those. Before you could stop yourself, you brought the dress to your nose, needing to know if he had touched them. 

You sensed no trace of him and immediately felt embarrassed that you desired him. That emotion turned to anger and you decided that you wanted to stay a little longer in the white box. You tossed the clothes to the side, focusing on fueling yourself instead. When your food was done, you stared at the two way mirror, a scowl on your face, and you hoped Steve was on the other side. 

The door opened again thirty minutes later and you were fully prepared for Steve but a woman entered instead, unranked, and dressed like a lawyer. She smiled at you, her dark hair tucked neatly in a bun behind her hair, as she closed the door behind her, “Y/N, I’m Maria Hill, It’s nice to meet you.”

You scanned her over, unable to even truly imagine how disheveled you must look in comparison to her. She glances quickly over to the clothes that are tossed to the side of the room. “Where’s Steve?”

“He’s going to meet us at our next location but don’t even worry about him, think of me as your advocate. I’m going to explain all the legal jargon so it’s not-”

“Legal?” Your eyebrows raised, “Where are we going?”

“Washington, D.C.,” She said, “A senate subcommittee meeting is being held concerning your … well-being.”

You shook your head, “I don’t understand. W-Why does the Senate care about me? Do lots of people know about me? How many?”

“As of this morning, the world knows,” She spoke, although her eyes said that she knew she was delivering devastating news, “Our government has a duty to protect you, Y/N. They’re deciding the next steps they need to make in order to ensure your safety.”

“I’m safe here,” You rushed out, panic beginning to set in, “Just let me stay here. I-I don’t want to go anywhere else.”

“Listen, I know this is frightening but this is your chance to ensure your own freedom,” That snapped you from the fog of anxiety, “You can show them who you are, that you’re your own person with feelings and needs. You can say whatever you want to them. This isn’t the 50’s anymore, the only thing they want to force you to do is to stay alive.”

You swallowed. 

You weren’t even sure who you were and you weren't even sure you could even think of words to describe yourself that didn’t seem juvenile. Steve had the upper hand in that arena as well. You didn’t know him well but you could tell he was sure of himself. 

You stayed close to Maria the entire time, during the helicopter ride and the car ride to the Capital. As you got closer, you saw thousands of people lined up on the street just to see the line of black limos pass by. There was no hiding it, the world knew your name and there was no hiding your scent. 

A group of eight Secret Service agents surrounded you the entire time, up the white steps and into the prestigious building. You couldn’t see much past them. You could only hear the roar of a crowd and the snapping of pictures. 

Once you were inside, the agents parted only to let someone into you and Maria’s bubble. You hadn’t seen Steve since you’d cuddle up to him in bed and you didn't realize you’d feel the same euphoria as before just by being a foot away from him. You kept your hands to your side, resisting any desire to reach out and grab him, “You look beautiful, sweetheart,'' was the first thing he said. You could say the same as he was dressed in a fancy black suit, his lapel decorated with several different medals of honor. 

Your lips parted although no words left them. That made him smirk. 

“You’re not nervous, are you?”

You shook your head quickly.

“Good,” He stated, “There’s no need to be nervous when I’ll be there, understand?”

You nodded, feeling like a puppet.

“Tell me you understand, honey.”

“I . . . I understand,” You found your voice and you gave Maria a suspecting look which Steve seemed to notice.

“Is that all, Captain?” Maria asked, “The meeting is starting soon.”

“Yes,” He leaned down to whisper in your ear in that life-shaking, influencing tone, “You’re mine.” 

The pictures didn’t stop even as you entered the meeting room. The room was huge with wood walls and expensive looking golden fixtures everywhere. The group of 12 senators sat in a half circle behind a curved wooden desk, elevated a few feet from the crowd. You walked with Maria past several rows of pews filled with people. There wasn’t enough room for everyone to sit, leaving reporters and photographers standing on the sides of the room, snapping pictures, and calling out your name in order to get your take on the situation. 

The room felt airless and it made it even worse that you felt you were moving in quicksand. Maria was keeping you upright, tethering you to the planet you mentally felt so far away from, leading you to the second table placed in front of the congress members. When you sat beside her, you wanted to stop yourself from looking behind you but you couldn’t help herself. Like you expected, everyone’s attention was locked on you. From all angles, there was no way you could escape it. 

Your eyes met Steve’s who was sitting in the adjacent table to yours, right next to Bucky Barnes. You realized that Steve was going to be a voice in this matter, most likely arguing against whatever you wanted for yourself.  

With your feet dangling above the group in the large chair, it was hard to think the two of you were on the same level.

The meeting had started but you felt outside your body and you realized you were only staring instead of listening. Everything seemed to get quiet and you were suddenly back in your body. You had no idea how long it had been since you sat down or why everyone seemed to be waiting. 

Maria squeezed your hand which was sweaty and resting on the table in front of you. She leaned over to say, “Senator Ochoa addressed you,” She gave you a reassuring smile, “She wants you to introduce yourself and talk about how you ended up here today. Just stand and share what you’re comfortable with.”

You didn’t know you’d have to stand to speak and you were almost considering falling over and faking a heart attack. Steadying yourself on shaking legs, you suddenly realized you had no idea who that senator was. You scanned their nameplates, your eyes landing on a brown skinned woman with straight white hair. 

You were suddenly aware it had been an uncomfortable amount of silence since someone last spoke. Still, you were getting up the courage, deciding to focus on the woman as a way to not focus on the hundred of people whose eyes were on you, “Hi … I’m Y/N … Y/L/N-” Already there were whispers and you looked down at Maria who was urging you to continue, “I-I didn’t know I was coming here today and I’ve . . . never even been in a room with more than 3 people until now. The past few days have probably been the worst of my life but . . . before that, I grew up with my grandmother. She protected me and she homeschool me for my entire life. When she died, Dr. Banner took me in-”

Everyone was in tune to every word you said, like your life was the most interesting thing in the world. Truthfully, your life still wasn’t important in the grand scheme of things and you disliked the seriousness people were now assigning it. 

“He kept me safe and loved me like his own. He was . . .” You held in your tears but your eyes still watered, “He was murdered by one of your government officials and now I’m here. That’s my life, Congresswoman.”

She addressed you again, “Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. We’re all aware this environment is abnormal for you, that’s why we had Agent Hill help represent you today. Please feel free to ask questions if you don’t understand something,” You nodded, “If I may continue, in the official report, it says that Dr. Banner pulled a knife on Agent Barton. You mentioned that he kept you safe. Would it be safe to say that he would kill for you?”

“I didn’t know him as a killer, and I was there, I know for a fact that he didn’t try to hurt Agent Barton. There was a gun pointed to his head-” You tried to control your tone, not wanting to come off as angry, although that was all you felt when you thought about how he died, “No, he wouldn’t have.”

Another Senator spoke up, “Miss Y/L/N, isn’t it true that Dr. Banner didn’t clue you in to much of his business? Did you know that he had sold the government fake tracking devices and was sending our agents on wild goose chases around the world?”

“Well …” You couldn’t lie, especially around this many people, “I didn’t know that exactly. I did know that Omegas were being searched for and that . . and that-”

“Did you or did you not know the device was fake, Miss Y/LN?”

You looked down at Maria and she simply told you to be honest, “No, I didn’t.”

You were asked a few more questions and the only thing the Senators seemed to learn was that you knew nothing at all. When it seemed they were getting nowhere with me, they moved to Steve, and many of the Senator’s eyes seemed to light up when the hundred year old man began to speak.

“The matter of today is not to determine the cause of Dr. Banner’s death nor is it meant to decide his intentions. Whether we believe he was right or wrong, the law was broken. It was established years ago, that any Omega must be turned over to authorities,” Steve was confident and precise, “Of course, we’ve never had to actually deal with that possible issue until now. There’s no point in wasting time. We’ll need a plan to keep Miss Y/L/N safe and then procedures in place in case another Omega is found. Miss Y/L/N’s surfacing gives hope for a promising future but we can’t deny that her presence will bring challenges.”

The conversation shifted to one that you no longer felt a part of. 

“What’s a sure way that an Omega remains protected?” One Senator asked. 

“A mate,” Another one answered. 

“Are you suggesting the government play matchmaker?” Senator Ochoa seemed to be one of the few not under Steve’s influence. 

“As Captain Rogers said before, Senator, a sole Omega will attract much unwanted attention. Having a mate, a physical bond, would provide the most protection,” You could feel Steve’s eyes on you although you couldn’t face him. You worried he’d gain the ability to control you with his eyes next.

You watched as a debate began between the Senators, some calling it blasphemous but too many suggestions involved sacrificing self interest for the greater good. You turned to Maria who seemed surprised by the direction of the conversation as well. She stood next and you mentally let out a breath of relief as you weren’t sure you could eloquently get your point across, “It must be her own choice of who her mate should be. Arranged matings are not the sort of precedent we want to set in this country.”

“I’m afraid this precedent has already been set, Agent Hill,” Senator Brinkley chimed in, “With the decline in new Omegas during the 60’s, arranged matings were very common and even arranged by local governments. I urge Miss Y/L/N to consider the incentives we’d be required to provide her for her trouble.”

“Her trouble? Money is not something that would compensate for any sort of emotional distress.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think? Ranked humans are meant to have mates. Omegas are born to be paired with Alphas. It’s in all of our natures.”

You saw Maria running into a dead end and your anxiety grew worse, “I hadn’t realized this was an ambush. I am moving that we schedule another meeting a few days from now. That way we can have more time-”

“Time is of the essence, Agent Hill,” Steve interrupted. 

“Captain Rogers is correct,” Senator Neal, the subcommittee chairman, made his final declaration, “We can arrange another meeting soon but the problem at hand must have a solution for now. We simply cannot take the chance of losing our last Omega. For the time being, Miss Y/L/N will be turned over to Captain Steve Rogers. As our most decorated military member and one of our highest ranking Alphas, I believe she’ll be in great care.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know-” You heard Maria say before you tuned out the world around you. 

Being one of the few Omegas, you thought you might be treated as less than but until now you hadn’t realized how true that would be. It was stupid to let the crowds and reporters fool you. They were watching you like an animal in the zoo because that’s exactly what you were now. 

When you tuned in again, a calloused hand had wrapped around your tiny one and you were standing in front of a flock of reporters. You looked up at Steve and he had the same confidence and seriousness in his look as he spoke to them. He’d probably have no problem convincing the public that this was the right choice. 

You had to walk fast to keep up with him. Maria was gone, you weren’t sure when you had lost her, but now you were surrounded by even more people that you didn’t know. At some point you were sitting in a car listening to Steve talk on the phone to what sounded like a news outlet. Then at another point you were being pulled out of a car and lifted into strong arms. You supposed Steve had gotten tired of your short legs. 

It was loud on the asphalt, you heard the whirring sound of the engine as you were carried closer to it. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your head tilted into the side of his neck as you inhaled the most enticing scent, “The hard part is over, honey. You can relax now.” 

You ran to what you hoped was the bathroom once you awoke and saw that you were on TV. Your eyes were closed as you wretched but you could still see a scared little girl standing shyly next to the strongest soldier in the world. Why did you let him whisk you away when you could’ve stood up for yourself? Why could you not think for yourself at all when you touched him? 

When you finished vomiting into the toilet, you made your way over to the sink, and you saw a figure standing behind you as your eyes first opened again, “Your toothbrush is in the first drawer to the right. All your things are on the right side, mine on the left. The closets are organized the same way.” You opened the door and surely there was a pink, electric toothbrush. 

You truly got a chance to look at the bathroom which had tall ceilings, a fancy shower, his and hers sinks, and the impossibly clean mirror in front of you, “I don’t have any clothes,” You countered, adding toothpaste to the tip.

“I had a few things brought from Banner’s house and I had more purchased for you.”

You shifted, not having expected he would go as far to get you clothes you’d actually be comfortable in. You didn’t let that ease you, your stomach still feeling unsettled as you began to brush your teeth. Steve’s eyes stayed on you, watching you as if you might dust away at any moment. 

“I know it was scary being seen by all those people,” Steve said, leaning in the bathroom doorway. He almost looked unfamiliar in a black t-shirt and black sweatpants, “You represent something good, that’s all, that’s why people care so much.”

You spit the contents in your mouth into the sink, wiping your mouth as you turn off the water, “You knew how it would affect me but you caused it. Maria said that yesterday–”

“Two days ago, you’ve been asleep for awhile,” He corrected you. Your brows furrowed and you finally noticed the clothes you were wearing. A men’s plaid button up that went all the way down to your knees. 

You couldn’t possibly have slept for two days, “You keep using your stupid Alpha voice on me and now I’m losing track of time. The last thing I remember was getting on the plane. I feel like I’m losing my mind,” Your eyes were wide, panic setting in again.

“Y/N, you fell asleep because your body was exhausted and my touch allows for it to relax. You’re not losing your mind, I promise, just learning more about yourself.”

It didn’t make sense. You had no idea that Alpha’s had that power over Omegas, “That doesn’t change what you did. Maria said that the meeting was an ambush. You planned it. You knew what decision they were going to make.”

“Yes,” Steve nodded, “I pushed them in the correct direction.”

You shook your head, “I’d rather be back in the white box than here with you. I’d rather even be where Bruce is now. I hope you know that. Whatever little voice you use, or whoever I turn into when you touch me, that’s not who I am. I hate you.”

You were surprised to see him falter, to see anger threaten to show on his features, and you realized the noble man wasn’t always so stoic. 

He straightened himself, his arms still crossed across his chest as he came closer, “I don’t need to use my voice to control you, Y/N. And my voice is not going to be the reason that you’ll do exactly as I say from now on. Would you rather my touch be unkind to you? I can bend you over my lap and show you how unkind I can be. Do you under-”

You caught him by surprise again as you made a break for it, running around him and through the master bedroom. He was stronger but you were much smaller. You couldn’t outrun him but you could exercise what little control you had left. 

With tears stinging your eyes, your bare feet padded down a long wooden hallway until arriving at a staircase. Steve wasn’t running but you could hear his heavy steps behind you. You felt you were running through a museum as you began to look around at the decor. You were surrounded by traditional fixtures, moody colors, and a whole lot of war memorabilia. 

At the end of the stairs, you saw the front door and ran to turn the knob though it did not budge. You looked through the sidelights, noting that the home you were in was in the middle of a cul de sac and you saw rows of identical looking houses all the way in the distance.

 “Y/N!” You kept moving. Steve sounded more annoyed than angry now as he followed you through the kitchen’s swinging doors. You stopped in your tracks, meeting eyes with three people, a woman who was cutting vegetables on a cutting board, a woman who was wiping down a dining table, and a young guy in overalls installing something near the back door.”

You felt Steve’s hand on your shoulder, “Sorry, guys. Y/N desperately wanted a tour. Y/N, this is our chef, Cynthia. Our housekeeper, Amy. And Andrew is taking care of some things around the house, helping us get settled in.”

It looked like he was installing a similar security device to the back door. 

It was your turn to say something as both Amy and Cynthia gave you warm smiles. The only thoughts crossing your mind pertained to Steve’s hands on your shoulder, “Will you both be having lunch in the dining room?” Cynthia asked.

“No, just have it sent up in about … an hour,” Steve responded, “Thank you.”

Steve was leading you out of the kitchen and, as soon as you were out of their sites, you were thrown over his shoulder. You expected a cool remark but Steve was quiet as he carried you back up to the room. 

He set you on your feet, only to keep his promise by bending you over his lap. He’d sat at the edge of the bed, pinning your arms to your side as he held your body as close as possible. He only had to lift the shirt a small bit to completely expose your body.

“Cynthia and Amy will help us for our first weeks together. Your first real heat will come soon and we’ll need to be together, they’ll be able to keep the house together,” You squirmed as his fingers caressed the back of your thighs, threatening to dip into the gap between your parted legs, “When your heat is much more managed, or when your belly wells up with my child, you’ll take on those duties of maintaining the house. A military base is not where I want us to live forever but it will do for the time being.”

He’d thought all of this over, most likely in great detail, he’d had a chance to process it and he expected that you’d do the same. Still, he gave you little time to panic over that impending doom as he began to lay hard slaps against the bare skin of your bottom. 

You screamed, thinking that maybe one of the people downstairs would come to your aid but your hopes weren’t high for long, “Please!” You begged, although you soon grew embarrassed by your own crying, letting the comforting muffle your voice. You didn’t want anyone to rescue you. You didn’t want anyone to know you’d been spanked like a disobedient child as an adult. 

“Tell me you’ll be good for me, baby.”

There was no Alpha voice and there was even a sweet mention of a pet name yet this was the most threatened you felt to obey. 

“Yes! O-Okay,” You stuttered, choking on a cough.

“Repeat it back to me, Y/N.”

“I’ll b-be good for you, S-Steve,” You could finally catch your breath when he stopped. When he stopped, you didn’t even move yourself, you didn’t even attempt to cover yourself. Steve was the one who lifted you, laying you gently at the edge of the bed with your bottom up.

You laid there motionless, hearing Steve walk away to the bathroom, but your eyes were fixed on the master bedroom door. This would be a bigger cage and you doubted that you wouldn’t feel trapped here like Steve had promised. 

The bed dipped beside you and you cringed and squirmed as you felt his hand on your bottom again. He shushed you, holding your upper arm to keep you in place as he lotioned a cool substance over the raw skin. 

Steve wiped your tears, pushing the hair from your face in order to admire you more closely. You looked even more beautiful with your wet stained cheeks and he loved the way your eyelashes laid against your cheeks when your eyes were closed. 

“Please don’t do that again,” Steve heard you whisper. He grabbed your chin and your eyes fluttered open again. You looked at him in a way he hadn’t noticed before, like you were seeing him for the first time. 

Steve didn’t want to argue with you anymore, knowing he could get his point across more clearly with you when he was physical. He brought his lips toward your hesitant ones. Steve knew you wouldn’t pull away, your body wouldn’t let you run away from that sort of pleasure, and he deepened it further. 

This wasn’t his first kiss since the 40’s but it sure felt like something new. Steve held your hips and he could sense you get overwhelmed by your wandering hands. He wanted to feel all of you although he knew he’d have to avoid your bottom after his cruel handiwork. He caressed your back, your thighs, and made his way to the back of your neck. He held you in his strong grip, keeping your lips tight against his as he moved his against yours. 

His stubble brushed against your skin, tickling you as his lips moved to your neck. 

Steve kissed and sucked on your neck and moans and mewls fell from your lips. Steve could tell you were extra sensitive there and it sparked his curiosity. He made it his new mission to find the most sensitive parts of your body, the ones that made your body writhe with pleasure, and one day he’d torture you slowly by focusing on each one. 

Steve had to feel between your legs, had to taste and smell you. You were to be his mate, he was the only one to have you in this way, and he’d relish every moment of your first time. He teased your clit with his pointer finger. You closed your legs, an attempt to hide away but he was stronger, “Give yourself to me,” He rasped against your throat, “Or I’ll take it.”

You were already soaking the comforter and Steve heard your words becoming practically incoherent, “I … please … I …so-so … “

Steve pressed your front into the mattress, deciding to take his place behind you, his commanding hands lifting your hips into the air. Your ass was still sore and Steve could feel your fear that he would hurt you again but all you felt was the lips that were just on yours dipping between your legs. He lapped at you furiously, his tongue dipping inside you, licking up and down before it swirled around your sensitive bud.

You moaned into the comforter and Steve rubbed his hard member through his sweatpants. Normally, he might’ve kissed you longer, massaged you longer, or waited until you had a few more orgasms against his tongue but he had to be inside his little Omega. 

After he gave you your first orgasm, Steve revealed his cock, wasting no time sheathing himself inside of you. 

It felt right, although your body was so much smaller, it was the perfect fit. You’d never done this before but your body was ready, you accepted him with a little bit of easing, “There you go, honey, you’re doing so good,” Your head turned to the side, Steve watched your eyes roll back as he went deep inside of you. 

He slowly pressed your hips back down against the mattress, moving in and out of you with ease. He felt every time you tightened around his cock, your body releasing all the tension beneath your skin. Steve removed his t-shirt, beginning to break a sweat although he still had a lot left within him.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked, going harder. 

“Don’t stop,” Was your response which made him smile.

“Ask me politely,” Steve slowed his pace, teasing you.

“Please don’t stop,” You spoke quickly and he could tell you were close to convulsing again, “Please, Steve.”

“Good, Omega,” Steve went harder again, knowing you went crazy when he pulled himself all the way out and shoved himself deeper again, “Good girl.”

“Thank you,” You mewled, “I’m your good girl.”

It wasn’t long before your words coaxed him into his own orgasm. He felt his own sense of euphoria as he released inside you, feeling your warm walls around him until his body allowed him to relax. Steve laid beside your shaking body, caressing your back as he pressed his nose into your hair.

“I’m your good girl?” He heard you whisper and he now realized how much his words meant to you. You wanted his reassurance when you were within your most vulnerable state. He knew you were wrong before in saying this side of you was not the real you. 

“Yes,” Steve kissed your shoulder, “You’re my good little girl. Forever, honey.”

part two

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