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arlana-likes-to-write · 4 months

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Hey first of all, thank you for your writing! I enjoy reading your work a lot. I wanted to request an addition to the older sister! Reader AU where the avengers manage to catch a person who used to be a high ranking officer in the red room and has a lot of intel. They specifically requests to see reader. And reader goes in and the person is smug and taunts r about everything she did under dreykov and what dreykov did to r. (Hints to a lot of sexual assult trauma, if you dont mind) and r has gotten used to the taunts, having bward plenty during her red room days. Carol though who was outside in the interrogation room with r’s sisters is livid. She is very protective of r and so she comes inside the room angry. But as the person keeps taunting and saying demeaning stuff about r u still remain unaffected but carol cannot take it. I mean thats the idea I had, you could do whatever u want with it! Thanks again. And sorry for the longg request

Mine to Protect

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There things in this story that be triggering of people, please advise the warnings!

Warnings: heavy description of past sexual experiences (usage of handcuffs, voyeurisms, power dynamic, ) implied sexual assault (uses it to taunt the Reader and Carol), original male character uses pet names from the reader, gross dirty talk, past trauma mentioned, self harm, death of an original character, mention of killing, Carol is hella pissed this this and protective.

Relationships: Carol x Reader, Yelena x Natasha x Reader (Platonic), Avengers x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 3.0k

All of your life, you’ve known pain. The pain was physical suffering\ or discomfort. It caused great trouble, and it could be mental or physical. Pain in the Red Room was negative. It was mystery hands that held you down and took whatever they wanted from you. Hours spent at training, at the ballet bar, or forced to kill your fellow Widows because of an order given. You hated pain and all the negative thoughts that came with it.

However, your life changed. It wasn’t contained by the Red Room. You had room to grow, dream, and create the person Dreykov tried to destroy. Now, pain wasn’t always negative. There was pain that morphed into pleasure when Carol bit down on your neck and soothed it with her tongue; a warmth would fill your belly. Sometimes, you went a little too hard as you trained against Steve and felt each punch from the super soldier, but your laughter bounced off the walls. Other times, you brunt your hand when cooking with Wanda or lose an arm wrestling match with Maria. All that pain was good, a reminder that you were free.

You sat outside. The brisk New York fall air filled your lungs. There was an ache in your fingers as you played the guitar. It would take time for callouses to form on your fingers. You heard the door open and close, but it didn’t stop you from humming to the song you were playing. It was Steve, Tony, and Maria. Oh boy. Stopping, you put the guitar beside you and gave the trio your attention. “Why do I smell trouble?” You asked.

“It’s not me,” Tony said, sniffing under his arm. “I showered.” You rolled your eyes at the billionaire.

“Does the name Andrei Lebedev?” You kept your face neutral, but your stomach dropped. That name would forever be in your nightmares.

“Yes, he was part of Dreykov’s second ring. He disappeared when the Red Room fell. He’s been on Melina’s list, but we haven’t been able to locate and deal with him,” you explained.

“Deal with him?” Steve questioned. “So would kill him if you found him?” You huffed in frustration.

“Don’t act all high and mighty, Rogers. These men have power even with the Red Room gone; they are better off dead.” With a vacant spot, there was a fight to be at the top. You and some of the other freed Widows were working on eliminating them before they could gain momentum. You looked at Maria. “What’s going on?” She handed you a file.

“Lebedev was found in New Asgard,” you opened it and saw a mug shot. The man was 6 feet, 5 inches tall. He had striking blue eyes. Unlike the last time you saw him, his dark brown was longer instead of neatly combed. However, a faint beard outlining his jaw gave you the idea that he was going somewhere safe to shave. “He was looking for asylum, but Val thought he was acting odd and brought him in for questioning.”

“Once they learned who he was, Fury had him transferred to us for questioning,” Tony added. You handed back the file.

“What does this have to do with me?” You had a feeling you knew where this was going.

“He won’t talk to anyone, not me, Maria, or Natasha,” Steve said. “He’s asking for you.” Fuck. Of course, he fucking was. God dammit. Why was Wanda away on a mission?

“What do we want from him?” You asked. Killing him would be the easiest solution.

“Fury wants whatever information we can get from him before sending him to the RAFT,” Maria explained. “Will you talk to him?” You sighed, stood up, and grabbed the guitar.

“Let’s get this over with.”

Sometimes you used pain to punish yourself. Your time at the tower was perfect. Self-inflected pain was the best tool you used to remind yourself of the past. Of the blood you shed and the countless lives ended by your hand.

On the other hand, pain helped ground you. A pinch of the skin on your thigh, biting down on your lip, or fingernails digging into your palm. Anything to help you stay present, preventing your mind from slipping away.

You stared at the door that separated you from him, nails digging into your palm. Your sisters and Carol will be watching. There was no fighting them on that. Sighing, you opened the door. “My malen’kiy pauk (little spider),” it had been a long time since you’ve heard someone call you that name. You closed the door. Immediately, pulling the chair away from the table to sit down. “I’ve missed you so much,” he continued. “But our last meeting was a little different,” he moved his handcuffed hands onto the table. The clash of metal echoed in the quiet room. “If I remember correctly, you were the one handcuffed. No matter to me,” he leaned forward. “I do love a change in a power dynamic.”

You crossed your arms against your chest, placed your right leg over your left, and leaned back into the chair. You remembered that day. Andrei Lebedev was part of Dreykov’s second circle or the vtoroy. These men were trusted as handlers and could leave the Red Room on missions or requests from Dreykov or his inner circle. But they were still seen as less than. They aimed to become part of the pervyy, the men closest to Dreykov. Although Dreykov was the face of the Red Room, it was impossible to run it without help. These men had the same amount of power as him; their word was God because you knew Dreykov knew about the order. A majority of the members of the party were killed in the Red Room explosion. The men you were after were part of the vtoroy. If the Red Room remained, Andrei would be part of the pervyy. He was a cable solider, a little hot-headed, but Dreykov would have crushed that spirit into submission. As a mission success, the pervyy granted Andrei’s request: a night with you. It wasn’t the only time you laid underneath this main.

“Being an Avenger looks good on you, kotenok (kitten). It fills you out nicely,” he groaned, licking his lips. “I bet you taste just as sweet. Do you want to be a good girl again? Just for me.” Still, you remained unfazed, face neutral. Men like this loved to talk, to inflate their ego with their sexual conquests. With time, he would reveal everything.

“I think about our time together a lot,” he smiled. “Your moans were music to my ears. They helped me through many lonely nights.” Lonely nights? The phrase stuck out to you for some reason. How many nights was he truly alone? He was freshly shaved and showered; you figured Val wouldn’t give him time alone to do all these things before locking him up. The man disappeared without a trace once the Red Room fell. Not even Melina, with her contacts, could find him. Andrei was bright but needed to be more smart to avoid capture. Who was helping him?

“Come on, baby,” he whined, mimicking a child throwing a tantrum. “Let me hear that voice again. You were very talkative when we last saw each other. I miss it,” his fingers tapped against the table. “Tell me, pretty, can anyone make you cum like I can?”

No one could see how your nails dug into your bicep, nails so sharp you knew it would pierce your skin. Pain. It grounded you, saved you from slipping into memories of that night, and kept your face stoic when all you wanted to do was scream.

As Carol recognized the true strength of her powers, she practiced keeping her emotions in check. Anger was powerful. Her rage could bring down skyscrapers, collapse entire planets, and turn the milky way into chaos if she wasn’t careful. Through her space travels, she witnessed horrible injustices that boiled her blood, ground her teeth, and left her fuming. Still, she kept her anger in check. However, she was struggling. The way this pig spoke to you was disgusting and vile, and you were just taking it. The only time Carol saw you move was when you first entered the room. She wasn’t sure if you were still breathing.

Unlike you, Natasha couldn’t stop pacing. She would get to one side of the viewing room, turn around, and repeat the process. Not even Maria could get her to stop; Carol believed it had to do with Natasha still being upset with her girlfriend. The youngest of the trio was quiet, playing with the ring all three of you shared. A quiet Yelena was never good, in Carol’s opinion. She saw the blonde tense up every time the man said something about her sister. Andrei laughed. “Why don’t you undo these cuffs? We can put on a show one more time before the cart me away. If I remember correctly, zaychonok (bunny), you loved having an audience,” he groaned, eyes rolling in the back of his head. “My little slut. It got you so wet.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Carol mumbled. All she saw was red. Unlike before, no one was there to protect you; no one was there to tell him to stop. But she was here now. You were hers to protect. She felt her powers itching at the palm of her hands, begging to let loose. It was getting harder to control it, this anger growing inside her. She knew he was still taunting you; maybe she heard Natasha or Maria’s voice, but it was becoming white noise. All of it was pointless besides one singular thought. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.” To her surprise, no one stopped her when she left the room.

The door busting open startled you. The hinges barely had enough strength to keep it upright as your girlfriend entered the interrogation room, eyes glowing. Andrei was pulled to his feet and pinned to the wall by her forearm. You saw her entire body shaky. “Oh, is this the pet’s new master,” he teased. There was a shake in his voice as Carol was cutting off air into his lungs. “Tell me, do you pass her around like her old master, or do you keep her to yourself?”

“If you say one more word,” she hissed. “I will crush your windpipe.” You stood up, barely making a sound, but Andrei saw you.

“Oh, this is your lover, isn’t it?” He laughed, gasping slightly. “I’m jealous,” he taunted. “She is a gem—a queen among women. Tell me,” he whispered. “Can you make her scream like I can?”

“I won’t hesitate to paint this wall red with your blood,” you wanted her to do it so this nightmare could end. But it wasn’t the mission. “You can’t hurt her,” Carol continued, putting more pressure on his neck. The man gasped. “She is mine to protect, and I will kill all of you if I have to to keep her safe.” The man smiled, and for the first time entering this room, a chill went down your spine.

“Oh, you think with her living with Earth’s mightiest heroes, she’ll be safe; you are wrong.” Got him. It only took Carol intervening, but he was ready to talk. Gently, you placed a hand on Carol’s shoulder. Her eyes flickered to you.

“It’s okay,” you forced a smile. “Let him go.” You saw the internal debate happen in her eyes. Soon, she released him and threw him back into the chair.

“Power dynamic,” he said, rubbing his throat. A bruise was already forming. “I guess I was wrong about you two.” You sighed and sat down, this time closer to the table. Carol closed the door but stayed in the room, standing in the corner. Your arms were still crossed, and your nails again found the indent in your arm. “You got yourself an impressive guard dog over there. She needs a lesson in obedience.”

“I don’t own her, and she doesn’t own me,” you said. “Who helped you avoid detection after all this time?” He gasped.

“I’m offended you don’t think I could do it alone.”

“You aren’t smart enough, Lebedev,” you deadpanned. “So give me names, or my guard dog will attack.” His eyes glanced at Carol in the corner, and you saw him gulp in fear. Instead of talking, he leaned forward, faces inches apart, and you could feel his breath on your skin. A sharp pinch of your skin kept you present.

“Answer me this, kotenok (kitten). Do you feel safe here?”

“Is that a threat?” You countered.

“Merely a question,” he said. “Do you feel safe here with your sisters close by, Captain America as an ally, and Tony Stark’s super fancy AI keeping watch?” He slammed his hands down, but the sound didn’t scare you. Your nails dug deeper. “Do you feel safe?” He asked again. “Because Oriel Sergeev wasn’t the only person upset when the Red Room fell from the sky.” Oriel Sergeev? He was the man who created that ‘fun’ room.

“Who is helping you?” You asked again. He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in the chair.

“I don’t kiss and tell; you should know that. The Red Room provided stability, a balance, and you and those cunts you call sisters broke it,” your jaw clenched. He huffed out a laugh at your reaction. “It’s only a matter of time before bad girls like you get punished.”

You watched Maria and a few other agents lead Andrei to transport. A body collided with you that almost sent you falling to the ground, but Carol’s arm kept you upright. It was Yelena. Her jasmine scent perfume invaded your senses, grounding you further. “Ugh,” you groaned. “I hated that. I hated the way he talked to you.” You chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

“You aren’t the only one,” Natasha said, and you looked past Yelena as the redhead joined the small group. “Carol beat me to it. I was about to go in there and kick his ass.” You heard Carol laugh behind you, kissing the side of your head. “Are you okay?”

“I’m,” you stopped before you lied to them. “No, but I will be,” you sighed, ending the hug with Yelena. “I think I need a shower, then I’ll start feeling better.”

“Do you want me to join you?” Carol asked. You shook your head.

“I just need a moment by myself,” you smiled. “I’ll be okay, I promise.” As you turned to walk back to your room, Yelena grabbed your hand. Spinning you back around and flipping your arm to show everyone the cut on your arm.

“Your bleeding,” she said, and you pulled your arm back.

“It’s nothing, and it will heal by the time I get in the shower,” you saw the unasked questions from all three of them. “I needed to ground myself when I was in there with him. That’s all. I promise I’m okay, and I’ll come to you guys if I need anything.”

A towel was tightly secured around your body as you stepped out of the bathroom. You hated the way his words crawled underneath your skin. No matter how frequently you scrubbed your skin raw, you felt his hands on you. There was a part of you that wanted to track down his escort van and kill him, to watch his blood stain the pavement. Or maybe have Melina take care of it. But you knew if one of the Widows took the job, it would get traced back to you. Still wet from the shower, you sat on your bed and picked up your phone. The number you dialed wasn’t saved in your phone. It was a number you had memorized as Widows kept giving it to you. She answered on the second ring. “My favorite Black Widow,” she said. “What do I owe the pleasure? Have you considered my offer?” You sighed.

“No, Valentina, I’m still not joining your team. I need a favor.” You were speaking as you could hear cars driving by.

“I’m not a charity, darling. Favors will cost you/” You nodded.

“I know, and I’m willing to pay for it,” you stood up and walked into your closet. “I need to put on a hit. His name is Andrei Lebedev. He is currently in SHIELD custody and on his way to the RAFT. I need it done without using any of the Widows you have employed, and not a single agent hurt.” Valentina laughed.

“You are making a lot of demands for someone not in charge,” you dropped the towel and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

“I always repay my debts, you know this?” This wasn’t the first time you’ve asked a favor from her. Her contacts ran deeper than Melina’s, and in this world, information was valuable. But you knew she would do it and come back to you when she needed something. The Widows that worked for her always told you what they did. You had enough dirt to bury the director, but it would hurt your fellow Widows.

“This will cost you, but I’ll get it done.”

“Thank you.”

“Aw, don’t go getting soft on me,” you rolled your eyes. “My offer is always on the table for you. That will never expire,” you huffed.

“Bye, Valentina.” You hung up the phone before she could respond. You refused to join her every time she asked, even when she proclaimed how much money you could make with your skill set. You feared it would be impossible to say no to her one day.

Two days passed when Maria announced that Andrei Lebedev was killed; no agents were hurt in the ambush. The agent’s eyes never left yours when she told everyone the news. Maybe it was bad you didn’t care if she believed you or not when you claimed you had no part in his death—effortlessly passing blame to whoever helped him. His death was one you never lost sleep over. Like you told Steve, these men were better off dead.

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georgiapeach30513 · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023, Day 2

Just Pull The Trigger

Summary: Steve was obsessed. He came into our flower shop weekly. Changing that to daily quickly. Bucky watches. Neither of you were making your move, and it sickened him. it was time for him to intervene.

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, kidnapping, guns, unprotected sex, PIV sex, breeding kink, creampie, voyeurism, mind control, Russian roulette, conspiracy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.3K

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“Hey,” you hear your employee, Hilary’s, voice going up an octave, and that only means one thing. You peek your head around the corner, and there he is. He was the most handsome man you had ever laid your eyes on.

Tall, broad shoulders, there is this manliness that makes you weak in the knees. But his best feature was his smile. Steve had been coming into the flower shop way too regularly recently. Hilary loved mentioning it was your “assets” that kept him coming. But you told yourself it was mostly likely a girlfriend that loved flowers.

“What do you have fresh for today?” He asks, bashfully looking down at your counter.

“Well, we’ve got a wide range of tulips today,” his soft blue eyes look up at you, and you look quickly at the counter.

“What…what’s your favorite color of tulip?” He lifts his hand up to the counter, and you audibly whimper.

Bucky purses his lips as he focuses on the two of you. Every day. Every fucking day it was this song and dance. He’d ask you for fresh flowers. There was an awkward exchange about colors, and you always bite your lips, and make a noise. Your fingers always make the same tapping pattern. And yet you two bozos weren’t picking up on how badly you wanted to sink into one another.

If the two of you ever did have sex you would probably both have a heart attack from the build up. You two were tragic. He couldn’t sit by watching this idly happen. You seemed sweet enough. Owned a damn flower shop. You are perfect for Steve, but for whatever reason the two of you were dropping the ball!

Bucky didn’t understand. Couldn’t comprehend how his best friend just couldn’t ask you on a date. Judging by the nervous ticks you got when Steve was around, you were just as nervous, and wanted it just as much.

The ticks and the odd breathing annoyed Bucky, but Steve loved them. Wouldn’t shut up about them. Searching your name didn’t have any information either. You had to be just awkward, and untrusting. Your eyes look at Bucky nervously, and he turns around.

Bucky had to do something. He couldn’t go another day watching this pathetic encounter. He would help both of you out. It’s what friends are for. Even if it's extreme.

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Your eyes jolt open, and you tug at your extended arms that are tied above your head to no avail. Lip trembling as you look around in this dark and damp place. Breathe. Slow down. What was the last thing you remember?

Bedtime. A noise. Grab the gun. Blackness. Someone was faster than you. Someone was quiet, and got to you. Someone had no idea what you were capable of, and still was able to get one over on you.

“Fuck,” you sigh. Not again. You swore this would never happen again. You assured yourself that you would not be in this position ever again. And now you’re trapped. Tied up. And had absolutely no idea where you are.

This is a bunch of horse shit. Look around. There was always a way out. They always made a mistake, and they allowed you an escape. You killed your ex, so you know he wasn’t out for revenge. But what were the odds of you being held captive again? Strung up and ready to devour.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you give your arms a tug. Idiot. Whatever asshole tied you up didn’t know what the hell he was doing. Loose enough to wiggle one hand out. Clenching your teeth, you slowly, and painfully pull out one hand, and set to work on the other.

Heaving and crying once you’re free. Your hands weren’t pretty, but no one would ever hold you captive again. Finally looking around your whereabouts. You’d get to that breathing lump on the floor shortly. A way out was first.

Seeing a flight of stairs, you climb up it, and want to curse. This was why he didn’t care about how he tied you up. Soundproof. Automatic locks. But you are loose now. You wonder if there’s a camera watching you to know.

And then your hand finds something that could be of use. Stuffing it in your back pocket, you wander over to the lump. It was gigantic. This could be your captor, or it could be of use. You had a secret that the lump didn’t know about.

Hesitantly you give it a little kick, and the groan has you leaning over, and trying to locate his beautiful face. You obsessively knew that voice anywhere, “Steve? Steve, wake up!”

“Rosie?” He seethes as he sits up, looking around the dark room. “Rosie, are you bleeding?”

“Yeah, my name isn’t really Rosie though,” he wasn’t tied up. He was just thrown in here. Probably because he was too big.

“What? Wait, what is your name?” You give him your real name, and he leans back away from you. “What is going on?”

“My ex — he was…he was a bad man. Held me captive in a place very similar to this. I was able to get free because — well, I killed him. He had some powerful friends that wanted someone to pay. And…I moved, changed my name, my profession. And…”

“What was your profession?” Steve’s eyes flit back and forth over your face. You had wanted to leave that life alone. Be done with that life forever. It was done, and you couldn’t go back. But somehow they found you.

“I was a hired hit man for the cartel. Ugh,” you sit down with a sigh. “This time, they’re smarter. And I just wanted to live a normal life, ya know? Bring some good into the world. And this amazing guy walked into my life, but I was too in my own head to get his number or even have a one night stand.”

“And…who,” Steve looks down at his lap, trying to find the words to say, but he is coming up short. You had been thinking of someone else. He knew he should have just asked. Should have been honest, and now the chance was gone.

“You, you idiot,” no wonder he didn’t act on anything. He had no clue. You wore your cute clothes, and undid the buttons to show off your chest. He made you sweat and nervous. How did he not not?

“What?” His voice squeaks a sigh while he looks at you. Eyes wide in disbelief. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Among other things. I got this romantic idea that we’d go on a date. But then every time you came in with your veiny hands on the counter, I had to tap things because I seriously wanted to jerk you on the counter, and crawl on top of you.”

His eyes narrow as he looks you up and down. Bucky was right. You did have filthy little fantasies rolling around in your head about him. What Bucky was wrong about was how dangerous you really could be. Neither of them saw that coming. “You’re being very open.”

“I get horny when I have no control of a situation. It’s this weird thing. We’re stuck in a basement with a great door, and I am in your lap, and your cock is so fucking hard. And you’re telling me I’m being open? Your dick is telling on you.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” His brow arches up, and you look back at the door. “I think we have time. Do you think you could think clearer if you fucked me? Would you have all this nervous energy then?”

You aren’t sure where the shy Steve had gone, and you didn’t care. It was probably just because he feels like this was the end of the line for him. It wouldn’t be. You’d get both of you out of this mess, but a little fun never hurt anyone. You’d just keep your secret close by.

“This will have to be quick. We gotta find a way out,” you pull off your shirt, and Steve gawks at your bare chest. “Steve, undress. We don’t have time for sweet,” you pull your tits out of your bra, tucking the material under their swells before wiggling out of your jeans.

He scrambles to get himself undressed, nearly falling as he stands to get his pants down, “Leave the underwear on. We can run like that.”

“You act like you’ve…” you shoot him an angry glance over him. “Right. I’m sorry, you have done this before. Oh good lord,” he moans. You push at his chest, wanting him to sit down before straddling his legs.

Moving aside your panties as you lower yourself over him. “Ahh,” he whimpers when your hand circles the base of his cock, running it through your slick. You sick fuck. Why did fear always get you aroused? You’d missed this danger and excitement.

Stopping your movements, you hold him steady as you slowly sink over him. Going cross eyed at the stretch, and wanting to curse this situation for not being able to take your time. Going far too fast to feel him divide your walls. He sits frozen when you take every inch of his glorious cock. Whining when you take him balls deep.

Having to slap him a tiny bit, “Steve, breathe, baby. Are you a virgin?”

“Mhmm,” he manages to get out, shaking his head with his response. “I-I-I-I wanted this for so long.”

“You could have had it,” your voice whines as you lift yourself off him. Dropping back down quickly so you can feel the tight pound into you. “You could have had this every night,” repeating the process, but this time faster. “Every day. Whenever you wanted. The shop is a cover.”

“Yeah,” he is in a trance. Didn’t care about a damn thing you had to say. “Yeah. Always. Always. Mine. Mine.”

You lean your head back, getting into the rhythm as your body swallows him whole. It was natural. Like you were made for Steve. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling. A familiarity to it. “Just like that,” he growls on you, but you are oblivious.

“Take it all,” you are. Taking all of it. “Fill you up,” he is filling you up so well. Perfect. Amazing. Glorious. “Breed you for the cause.”

“Yeah. Yeah! Fuck yeah!” You scream out as you race for your finish.

“Just like you were made to do!”

“Fuuuck!” You scream out, and Steve’s hand circles around your throat. A rush of endorphins and euphoria moves to every bone.

“Well, that took long enough,” your eyes burst open. Silvery blue eyes in the shadow make you want to retreat. “Hail Hydra and all. Stevie, don’t let her move, Captain.”

“You son of a bitch! I killed you!”

“No, you shot me. Hydra heeled me. Now, beg your soldier to fuck you,” you hated him. Flashes of memories of all the people you had killed move through your mind, and you slap your hand on your head. “They’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. You’re Hydra, too. They just had more use for you than just a cumdump. We gotta let that cum marinate, and then it’s my turn. We’re not letting you go until you’re swollen with one of us. Get used to being used.”

This is cruel. Steve felt so good, and you didn’t even recognize him without his muzzle. How could you forget those eyes? Still connected, and leaking his cum, but you had a secret. The soldier was an idiot.

“But I know something you don’t know,” you tease the soldier a bit. It’s a shame he’s as beautiful as he is. Because he is cruel, and you hated being their breeding bunny.

“Oh?” Bucky smiles, looking at your tits more than you. His eyes return back to yours, and you gently reach over to your pants. Thankfully kept this from Steve, too. “What do you know?”

Grabbing up the pistol, you point it at Steve’s head, and he drops his hand from around your neck. Holding up his hands in surrender as you remove himself from you. Whimpering at the loss of him. Ignoring his seed that was seeping out on your leg.

Moving the gun between the two of them as you back away. “You’re still forgetting something yourself, Viper. Who dies?” The soldier kicks Steve’s pants towards him, keeping his soulless eyes on you.

Both men start stalking towards you. Who? Who dies? Who to choose. You take a breath, and take it deep. Calm yourself. It was an easy choice. They give you an evil grin.

“One,” you whisper. Sweat beads along your hairline. Moving slowly towards the stairs.

“Two,” you shouldn’t have any time to think. There was only one option.

“Three,” it was your turn. You wouldn’t be held captive again. You turn the gun to your own head. Pulling the trigger.

Click.

They can see your heart beating through your chest, as you sink to your knees. “Did you really think we’d be dumb enough to leave a loaded gun for you to get,” your lip trembles as the soldier gets right in your face. “Welcome home, honey.”

“Soldier, tie her up. Give her a chance to realize how amazing she is. She was willing to die. Now she’s reborn. It won’t take much for her brain to get scrambled again," Steve chuckles from behind Bucky. And so the cycle begins again.

It didn’t work. It never did. But you would escape. And you would run. One of these times they wouldn’t catch back up to you.

One day.

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mx-your-name · 2 months

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More (mostly story) head canons of Singer!Reader x Yandere Steve Rogers!

TW: Mention of murder and death, technically kidnapping, yandere behavior, obsessive love, manipulation if you squint your eyes

-Since you and Steve had gone on a “date” you started talking to him more after your songs were finished or doing the day when you weren’t working.

-Everything was nice and sweet, Steve was really a nice guy and didn’t have a single bad bone in his bone, you think.

-It was mostly one single night that started it all for the improvement of your guys' relationship. That made your relationship go down uphill from then on.

-Like any regular normal shift you had started your song, but this time was different because it was a love song. Some people grabbed their partner or others decided why not dance with each other through the whole thing.

-Steve decided to just sit there and watch you, soon getting up and walking a bit closer to get a better view since people kept walking right in front of him blocking your beauty from his point of view.

-Though towards the end of the music you had done a little spin but easily tripped over your red heels that you were wearing that matched your red dress with white polka dots.

-Right before you had hit the ground a pair of familiar arms had caught you opening your eyes just to meet with Steve’s who offered you a smile.

-Thanking him once you got set down on the ground after finishing your singing while looking him in the eyes unable to look away. Maybe it was the hand behind your head that made you look at him.

-Going back to the back round once dismissing yourself, the uneasiness sat in your stomach like it was positive when being after Steve.

-Perhaps it was your eyes, or voice, or your everything that drew Steve in to want to know you more. He knew that the both of you were meant to be together unlike the male that tried getting your number that had got killed by Steve went missing!

-Even if you ever denied your love for him, Steve knew you loved him back because of the look in your eyes when staring back at when singing that single line. That you had fallen for him. Literally.

-Of course Steve drove you home since you two live together.

-What do you mean you don’t? Do you live alone? No, you don’t! You moved in last week. Maybe go talk to a doctor about your memory. All your stuff at the house of your old apartment was sold to an old married couple.

-Well you're gonna have to stay or are you gonna sleep outside? You decided you’ll just sleep on the couch since all the rooms were full of empty boxes stuff.

-You ended up cuddling Steve in bed? You must have come in the middle of the night when you had gotten cold all alone.

-Your friend got killed? They shouldn’t have been outside alone in the middle of the night.

-Someone asked you out? Their dead body is on the news, and you somehow have a ring on your finger that matches Steve’s.

-Blaming Steve for doing everything that ruined your life? Maybe you REALLY need to see a doctor about your memory.

-You're fired from your job? That’s okay! Steve could everything just stay home and be the good house wife you are!

-Just don’t question it too much. After all if you do keep questioning things then Steve’s gonna make sure that you actually do forget your memory’s. You won’t have a chance either way!

-Steve would definitely ask force you to sing him a song. After all your voice is the most beautiful thing he’d always listen to on repeat even if you were just talking about a movie, show, gossip, etc, etc.

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swan-of-sunrise · 5 months

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His Girl Friday

Summary: At Tony Stark's forty-fourth birthday party, the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist and his longtime personal assistant finally address what's remained unspoken but secretly acknowledged between them for many, many years.

Pairings: Tony Stark X F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first time writing a Tony-centric fic and I had a lot of fun with it, so thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy!

His Girl Friday May 29th, 2014 Avengers Tower, New York City (Fanfiction Masterlist)

Being employed as Anthony Edward Stark’s personal assistant was a challenging and often times perilous job, and that was before he’d announced himself to the world as Iron Man. But (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was no ordinary personal assistant; she stood by the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist when he vowed to stop producing weapons at Stark Industries after being imprisoned by terrorists for three long months, she stuck with him when his secret illness and subsequent erratic behavior drove nearly everyone else away, and she flat-out refused to believe he’d been killed at the hands of the Mandarin. It was evident that Tony Stark was the closest thing she had to a best friend. Lately, however, she’d begun to notice a significant shift in her feelings towards her employer, feelings that definitely went beyond friendship and feelings that she suspected he was feeling as well; she tried her best to keep them at bay, fearful of ruining such a meaningful friendship and throwing away the only job she’d ever truly enjoyed on a baseless suspicion, and thankfully, there were always plenty of distractions to keep herself preoccupied with in her unique line of work.

From her place at the back of the room, (Y/N) scanned over the enormous checklist in her hands to see if she’d missed anything important; the guests were chatting, dancing and taking full advantage of the open bar while the DJ was playing all of Tony’s favorite songs in honor of his forty-forth birthday. All in all, not one of the worst birthday parties I’ve ever planned for him, she thought to herself, a reluctant smile playing on her lips as she recalled the disastrous thirty-ninth birthday party that resulted in the Malibu mansion’s near destruction at the hands of Tony and Rhodey. That particular birthday party was the reason why she’d initially been a little nervous at the prospect of the Avengers attending the soiree, but it only took a brief glance around the bustling common room to see that they were the perfect guests; Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson played pool with Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, while Bruce Banner hovered near the back of the enamored crowd of people that surrounded a slightly-inebriated Thor and listened to his enthusiastic re-tellings of the adventures he’d had on Asgard. Pepper and Dr. Helen Cho were seated at the bar and chatted over glasses of Chardonnay while Happy was hyper-focused on his phone, no doubt catching up on an episode of Downton Abbey. With an inward chuckle, the personal assistant returned her attention to her lengthy list of tasks as the classic rock music continued to play.

“Hey beautiful, how ‘bout a dance?”

“Sorry, but I’m worki-” (Y/N) looked up to see Tony Stark himself standing before her, looking as handsome as ever in his expertly tailored black tuxedo and flashing her his signature grin that never failed to make her heart skip a beat. “Hey, you. How’re you enjoying your birthday party?”

Tony tucked his hands into his pockets and shrugged noncommittally. “It’s one of your better-executed extravaganzas, I will say, but it would absolutely skyrocket to the top if I could spend the rest of the evening with my favorite personal assistant.”

(Y/N) arched a skeptical eyebrow. “Tony, I’m your only personal assistant.”

“Exactly, which meant you get the title by default. Yay you!” The billionaire gave her a small applause and she simply heaved an exasperated but fond sigh at his typical theatrics. “C’mon, Girl Friday, you’ve been working your ass off all night and the Birthday Boy says that you should take a well-deserved break.” As his trademark smirk softened into a gentle smile, Tony took his hand out of his pocket and offered it to her in a clear invitation to join him. “Please?”

Although her heart was screaming at her to take his hand and allow him to whisk her into an evening of laughter and coy flirtations, the rational part of her knew that she had a job to complete and that anything more than a friendly conversation could jeopardize their platonic relationship. Masking her disappointment with a shrug and apologetic smile, (Y/N) shook her head and held up her checklist for him to see. “I’m sorry, Tony, but I still have so much to do; I’ve gotta do another check-in with Maria and the security team downstairs, make sure that the pastry chef brings out the cake on time, that the waiters serve the guests champagne at the right tempera-Tony!” She exclaimed when Tony’s hand shot out and snatched the checklist out of her grasp. “Anthony Edward Stark, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting rid of an obstacle,” Tony easily replied, holding the checklist above his head and snickering when she unsuccessfully attempted to snatch it back. “Seriously, Girl Friday, just one dance and I’ll let you get back to your boring planning. I’ll even avoid bugging you the rest of the night if it means I can spend a little time with one of my best friends.”

Tony’s rare sincerity softened (Y/N)’s heart, and she felt her resolve crumble as she stared into his gleaming brown eyes. “All right, one dance. Do you ever get tired with always getting your way?”

“Nope!” Tony happily popped the ‘p’ and tucked the checklist into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket before offering her his hand once again, and (Y/N) smiled to herself as the billionaire escorted her to the edge of the dance floor and whisked her into a slow dance to Bon Jovi’s ‘Bed of Roses.’ The warmth of his hand on the curve of her waist combined with the feel of his body brushing up against hers caused her heartbeat to quicken its pace, and she silently prayed that he wouldn’t notice the effect he had on her. “You know, I was being serious before. You’ve truly outdone yourself tonight, (Y/N), and can I just say that you look amazing?” Tony’s eyes briefly glanced down at her red chiffon evening gown and he gave her an appreciative nod. “Mm-hmm, hot-rod red is definitely your color. So, what’s your secret? How is it you can organize and schedule a genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist’s entire life and look drop-dead gorgeous while doing it?”

(Y/N) chuckled in amusement, the skirt of her gown swirling around her legs as he twirled her in a circle. “We all have our own superpowers; you fight aliens and terrorists in a red and gold Nitinol suit, and I oversee the hectic life of the man inside the suit to the best of my abilities.”

“Not sure which is the more dangerous job, to be honest.” Tony smirked, expertly guiding her back into his arms and holding her slightly closer than he had before. “But if I could do that death-glare that you’ve perfected over the years, then that would sure make my job a helluva lot easier and people would think twice before messing with Iron Man.” (Y/N) arched a brow and in response, Tony snickered. “Yep, there’s the death-glare!”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but this death-glare is tailor-made for Tony Stark and Tony Stark alone,” (Y/N) replied with a wry smile, and the billionaire’s grin widened as she looked into his sparkling brown eyes. They danced together in a comfortable yet expectant silence, almost as if one was waiting for the other to speak first, but both remained quiet while the 80’s power ballad continued to play; it wasn’t until she noticed the way he was biting his lower lip – one of the few tell-tale signs that there was something weighing heavy on the billionaire’s mind – that (Y/N) finally mustered her courage to address him. “You got a lot of cool presents this year, not to mention hundreds of thousands of dollars in charitable donations gifted in your name. Not too shabby, huh?”

Tony shrugged and replied, “I’m a sucker for gifts and I’m beyond stoked that we’ve raised so much in donations, but…” His eyes briefly flicked downwards to focus on the fluttering movement of her chiffon skirt, suddenly appearing as anxious as (Y/N) felt. “Can we play a quick round of Hypothetical Hold’em?”

A nostalgic feeling washed over (Y/N) at the mention of their old game. Back in the more impulsive and less responsible days of Tony Stark, it had been an effective form of decision-making created out of the billionaire’s respect for her opinions and general advice; they hadn’t played very many rounds in the years since he announced to the world that he was Iron Man and while she was happy that he’d grown and matured so much over the years, a small part of her missed their little game. “I’m a little rusty but I think I’ve still got it. Shoot.”

“A guy I know, Walter, he’s got just about everything he could possibly want in life, except the only thing he really wants is something he can’t have. You see,” Tony expertly dipped her and her breath hitched at the sudden movement, their eyes connecting as he continued. “There’s this woman – let’s call her Hildy – and he’s been in love with her for a while. And Hildy, she’s goddamn fantastic: smart, kind, funny, gorgeous, the whole enchilada.”

Heart sinking into her stomach, (Y/N) mustered up a small smile to hide her pain while he slowly righted her. “Hildy sounds wonderful. So, what’s stopping this Walter guy from telling her how he feels?”

“A couple of things, actually.” He took a deep breath. “She’s not just one of his best friends, but…you see, she’s also his personal assistant.”

The din of the party faded away as (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock at the billionaire’s candid words; if not for the seriousness written across Tony’s face and the longing gleam that had formed in his brown eyes while he stared into hers, she would’ve assumed that he was pulling her leg. But she knew him, knew him far better than almost anyone else in the world, and it was clear as day that he was speaking directly from the heart. “…Oh.”

Tony nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a tried and true attempt to hide behind a more lighthearted façade. “She’s taken such good care of him. He was a loose cannon for a long time…still is, in a way, but she’s gotten him through all the tough spots. He’s good friends with some ex-assassins, a super-soldier and a literal god, but she’s the strongest person he’s ever met and the only person he could ever imagine giving his heart to. But as much as he loves her, he’s not willing to roll the dice and risk losing her from his life forever; that’s why he…” Tony cast his gaze downwards and his hand gripped hers tight. “That’s why I never said anything before.”

“So, what changed?” She whispered as she slowly moved the hand that had been resting on his shoulder to press against the spot where his arc reactor once resided, feeling his rapid heartbeat and silently marveling at how perfectly it matched her own.

“Looking across the room and seeing you with your checklist; you’ve planned over a dozen successful birthday parties for me, but that didn’t stop you from treating tonight as if it was the first. It’s one of the thousand ways you show how much you care about me, and that’s what gave me the courage to walk to the back of the room and finally ask you for a dance.”

The booming opening chords of AC/DC’s ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’ filled the room and while more guests took to the dance floor for the lively song, (Y/N) grabbed Tony’s hand and practically dragged him away from the crowd, not stopping until they were tucked away from any prying eyes in Captain Rogers’ nearby office. When she closed the door behind them and turned around, she was met with an apprehensive-looking Tony and her subtle smile grew into an all-out grin as her eyes filled with happy tears. “You love me?”

“I love you,” Tony replied, his voice growing steady and his eyes filling with confidence at her obvious happiness. “C’mon, Girl Friday, you’re killing me here. Do you love me or what?”

Beaming with joy, (Y/N) brought her hands up to cup his face between them and nodded. “You’re such an asshat, but I love you with all my heart.” Tony’s grin grew to match her own and he leaned forward to kiss her, but was halted by her fingers covering his eager lips. “And in the spirit of covering both our asses, I’d like to take this moment to formally tenure my resignation, Mr. Stark.”

“Duly noted, Miss (Y/L/N). And since I’m such a good ex-boss, I’ll send your resume and a letter of recommendation to a certain defrosted super-soldier who could use all the assistance he can get.”

“Becoming Captain America’s personal assistant? It’ll be a cake-walk, but at least I’ll have my favorite hot mess to come home to.”

(Y/N) moved her hand and giggled at how quickly Tony’s arms wrapped around her waist to tug her closer, but her amusement soon gave way to passion as their lips finally met in a long overdue kiss.

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A/N: I figured that we all could use a little fluff, and what better way to deliver it than in a friends-to-lovers trope-fest? Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and I hope that you have a wonderful holiday season!

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Sirens Call

Summary: You were just a marine scientist, but with the recent urge of the US Government to locate more Vibranium, you would have never thought that it would spell the unexpected change in your life. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Siren!Female Reader. Word Count: 6,408 (jesus christ was this long) Chapter Warnings: Black Panther Wakanda Forever Spoilers. Mention of Kidnapping, Death, Bloodshed, drowning. Possible Stockhold Syndrom. Angst. Sort of Happy Ever After. A/N: A request from @kpopgirlbtssvt, sorry for the delay. I did tweak a little on your request since i didn't want it to be too similar to the series i'm writing but i do hope you enjoy.

Also, the song included in this story is a Filipino Lullabye

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Sirens Call

It has been over a year now since you have turned your life around. With the death of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff, you had no one you could truly depend on to protect you from the government coming for you. Without Steve, and with the desolation of the Avengers, of the family you have created with them, your life of running had ended with finally agreeing to the Government's terms whether you liked it or not.

You stood on the deck of the large boat, the wind blowing through your hair and the salty smell of the ocean filling your lungs. You were a Marine Scientist before your involvement with the Avengers, now you were working for the CIA, and the current objective was to locate Vibranium that is said to be located deep beneath the oceans floors.

You had knew about the abundance of the metal in Wakanda, the durability and power it had when making weapons, Steve Rogers’ shield was an evident example of it. So it was no surprise to anyone, even for you at this point that it was an immense interest to the government. They had ignored Queen Ramonda’s warning of staying away from Wakanda to search for the metal, instead doing the exact opposite to help even out the odds against their own feud with the people of Wakanda. Fight fire with fire if you will. But you were hesitant about this mission. You were now only a scientist, no longer a hero nor were you a solider, and the thought of being one of the individuals responsible for creating a possible weapon of mass destruction made you uneasy.

As the boat bobbed up and down in the rough waves, you can’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. It felt off. It’s was almost as if the ocean was singing, the gentle breeze of the night winds was calling you out, beckoning you to come closer. You shook your head, chalking it up to exhaustion. You have been working countless of days and even week for this mission, your team’s safety had been your top priority instead of that stupid metal, and your mind was simply playing tricks on you.

“You alright, Doc?” It was Daniel, one of the dozen of agents the CIA had given as your “protection” during this mission, but you knew for a fact that man like him wouldn’t even bother to save you from drowning if he was given a chance. You’ve met men like him in your lifetime and you wouldn’t trust him with your life because of it.

“Nothing that needs your concern, Agent.” You brushed him off, taking another healthy sip of your tea, your eyes had lingered onto the waters. It has been well over ten minutes now since two members of the team have been deployed to submerge from the waters to locate the Vibranium.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, the water is find and that suit is practically impenetrable.” He scoffed only for you to ignore as you continued watching the line wires that held onto the suits move further and further down. “This should be the least of your concern knowing what will happen if we find nothing.”

“If any of them are hurt or killed, you know what would happen.” You threatened him right back.

You had made a deal with the devil for your own freedom from the Government. What they had over you and your secret that you wished to put your grave would be buried along with the fallout that you were certain would come one way or another. God only knows what Wakanda would do to you when the truth comes out about your involvement. Your head would be in a silver platter for all you know. It was only a matter on whose table it would lay upon at the end of the day.

“You worry too much, Doc.” He scoffed before leaving you all on your own—peace that you truly needed at this point in time.

But as the night wears on and they have descended deeper into the ocean, the feeling grows stronger. Even as you had headed into the control room to check how they were doing in the water, there was something that was keeping you uneasy.

You can hear a faint humming sound, almost like a song. It was in the same moment you heard the panic from the communications and everyone was scrambling to and fro inside the boat and you were left stock still from where you stood, even as you tried to locate the two members in the waters. You were informed that it was the Wakandans that had attacked.

Your team has been hard at work, scanning the ocean floor with the suits. But as you approach the coordinate where the Vibranium is believed to be located, something had fucked everything you worked so hard for. The suit and the members were gone, your vision of them had gone black. You and what was left of the escorts were scrambling to figure out what was happening.

You tried rebooting the system hoping it was a glitch, but to no avail. It’s as if something is interfering with the signals. Your heart begins to race. Is this some kind of attack? Have you been discovered by Wakanda’s forces?

And then, without warning, the hum that sounded grew louder, almost blaring through. You had watch some begin to put on earplugs but there was something that kept you from doing such a thing even when they were in your pockets as a precautionary measures—old tale’s don’t die it seems when it comes to the unknown of the waters.

It was a sound that you have never heard before, it had your heart racing, palms sweating and from the looks of everyone else that acted far too late, glazed over as they walked closer into the water in a trance. Had it not have been for the gunshot that echoed, the spell would have remained and there would have been more bloodshed that you would not even be able to imagine.

“Move!” Someone had screamed at you and before you could realize what was going on a bulking man had risen from the waters and you were left frozen at the sight of the man as his spear had penetrated into your escort, Daniel right to the wall besides you.

The man was no Wakandan. He had blue skin, some type of breathing apparatus, and the daunting sight of his headgear made out of a hammerhead shark’s skull. The man over towered over you as he took a step towards you, but your adrenaline has finally kicked in and you find yourself making a mad dash back into the control room, hoping to find anything that could help you in the situation.

It was only in this moment that you had put on the earplugs, deafening the sounds of death up above. You tried to find a gun, a knife, anything that could miraculously keep you alive at this point. Left empty handed, you found a small cabinet right under the control panel. Shoving all of its content all over the floor in hopes of messing with their trail of you before you cramped right in, shutting yourself in complete darkness of the cabinet.

In the deafness of the earplugs, you could hear your heart racing and your breathing shallow. You can feel the vibration of footsteps approaching, getting more and more prominent. You know that the attackers were getting closer and closer to finding you.

Your mind raced as you try to come up with a plan instead of just hiding. You know that if you are found, you are dead. You try to remember your training, but your mind was a jumbled mess and everything was well forgotten in the face of the reality of the danger. You can’t think straight, and your hands were shaking with fear.

As the footsteps draw neared, you slowly find yourself removing the earplugs to the sound of voices. You strain to listen, trying to make out what they were saying, but the language was not like you had ever heard before in your life. It was garbled and indistinct, and you couldn’t tell from where you hid just how many people were there.

You close your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. You know that you have to be brave, that you have to stay calm and think rationally if you're going to survive. But as the sound of the footsteps grows louder, your resolve begins to crumble. You're so scared that you can hardly think straight. You feel like you're going to die.

And then, suddenly, you hear the sound of the door opening. You hold your breath, praying that you won't be found. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you're sure that they can hear it too. But as the seconds tick by, nothing happens. You're still hidden in the cabinet, and your attackers haven't found you. You begin to relax, thinking that maybe you're safe after all.

But as you felt the sound of the monitors being broken from above you, you felt all the reassurance turn into nothing but panic and dread.

Your life flashes before your eyes. You think of your family, of your mother that you have never talked to since you had pulled away from her and her people growing up, your friends that have accepted you for who you were, the people you have loved and cherish, the members of your team that had risked their lives for this excavation—all for nothing. You wondered if you would ever see any of them again. The profound sense of sadness and regret, knowing that there was still so many things you have not done, places you have never been able to see, to have the family you have never thought you would deserve to have.

It was the first line of sobs that escaped your lips that caught their attention and the cabinet was torn off the hinges and you were in front of them all. Pulled by the arm by one of them, you were scrambling to pull away from their hold but the spear that was now pointed at you, you were left standing still.

There were five of them, the man from earlier was also here, but it was not him that had your attention—it was the man with the normal skin.

You stand in front of the man, looking him in the eye. You can sense his fury, the anger boiling just beneath the surface. His face is twisted in a scowl, his eyes flashing with an intensity that makes your heart race. You can feel the tension in the air, the electricity that seems to crackle between you.

But as he gets closer, you start to feel a little bit of fear creeping in. You can see the veins bulging in his neck, his breathing becoming ragged and uneven.

In the closer proximity, you took a look at him from head to toe to realize that he wasn’t normal either. Sans the blue skin, he had pointed ears and the physics-impossible wings where his Achilles’ heels should have been.

“Who created the machine?” The man spoke, accent-heavy. His voice deep and daunting, you can feel the heat of his anger, the rage that seems to be directed at you.

You were left frozen at his question.

“All I know is her name is Riri William.” You spoke honestly. When you had learned that the government had a mobile drone that would help in the location of Vibranium, you did not asked too much question knowing what it entails in the future.

The spear you didn’t realize was in his grasp was now pointed directly at you, the sharp blade of it resting on the base of your neck. One wrong move from you and you could slice your throat open. The tears begin to fall freely from your eyes, pleading for him to spare you. Pleading for him that this was all the information that you knew.

As the spear was finally held down, you felt your knees turn jelly realizing you were still alive and he had spared you—for now.

“If I find out you are lying, I will feed you to the sharks.” He warned.

You shook your head.

“I promise you, on my mother’s name. That is all I know. I’m just here as a scientist helping them finding Vibranium, nothing more.”

The man turned to the hulking man, speaking in a language that you didn’t know before the man had approached you and pulling off his breathing apparatus for you.

“What are you doing?” You questioned moving your head away from him.

“You are coming with me back to Talokan. I cannot trust you to keep my people’s existence as a secret.”

Accepting the breathing apparatus, you were lifted onto the man’s shoulder and the adrenaline was slowly dying down at the foreign device covering on your face and your world begins to fade into the dark abyss.

The throne room was quiet, save for the argument that was exchanged between K’uk’ulkan and his cousin and most trusted General, Namora. He was pacing back and forth, while Namora stood stoically, arms crossed in front of her. It was one thing to watch his cousin and Attuma butt heads from time to time and see Namora come out victorious, it was another to have himself be in the middle of it all, more so for his action that led to this argument to begin with.

"I cannot believe you would bring an outsider into our hidden kingdom, K'uk'ulkan," Namora said sternly. "We have always kept our existence a secret, and now you want to invite this woman into our midst?"

He stopped pacing and turned to face Namora.

“She is not just an outsider. She is a scientist from the surface world, she possesses the knowledge that could help us in finding out who we are up against.”

A part of him did wonder why he did what he did. He could have killed you then and there and be done with it. But how you spoke, to your mother’s grave, it was the truth and he trusted a surface dweller so easily because of it. It was pathetic to see you in hiding, in the confinements of a small cabinet, with just the sob that escaped your lips that gave your location away.

He took you in to his nation, knowing he could find a much better use for you for the time being, at least, that was what he kept telling himself and reassuring Namora too in the process.

Namora's expression remained unchanged. "And what if she reveals our existence to the surface world? What if she leads them here, endangering us and our way of life?"

He sighed heavily. “I have thought about that, my child.” He cupped her cheeks hoping to give her the reassurance that she would need in this moment. “But I have also considered the potential benefits that could come from her here in our Kingdom for the foreseeable future.”

“You are willing to risk everything we have worked for, just for a potential benefit? Is it worth it?” Namora questioned pulling away, with her eyes narrowed at him.

“For our people, for their safety, it will be worth it, My child. With her here, our people will be hidden and protected.”

Namora remained silent, considering his words.

“It’s on you. But we must keep a close eye on the surface dweller. We are not to trust her, not until we know if she is safe for our people.”

“I understand, Namora.” He nodded in agreement. “I will take full responsibility for her while she is here. And if she proves to be more of a liability, we will deal with her accordingly.”

Namora’s expression softened slightly.

"Very well. But if anything goes wrong, it will be on your head."

K'uk'ulkan nodded once more. "I understand."

With that, Namora turned and left the throne room, leaving K'uk'ulkan alone to contemplate the potential risks and rewards of his decision.

Slowly opening your eyes, feeling disoriented as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. You remember being on the boat, the attack that killed almost certainly everyone in the team, to the memories of your life flashing before your eyes in the confinements of the cabinet. But now, you were in a strange chambers inside of a cavern, surrounded by walls of rocks and water.

Sitting up, you noticed the figure standing in front of you. The same man at the boat. The man stood now with robes on instead of just the green shorts and there was a lack of the spear much to your relief. He sees you finally wake up and turns to face you.

“Welcome,” he says, the same daunting voice from the boat but no longer did it held the anger from that night. “I am K’uk’ulkan, King of Talokan.”

You looked at him confused. Talokan? In your years of working for the Avengers and eventually the CIA, learning about all different kinds of aliens and otherworldly beings, both in the surface and in the water, this was the first time you had ever heard about Talokan. Not even from your own family’s history have you heard of beings just like him.

It was as if he could sense your confusion and fear as he held his hands up in reassurance.

“You are in my chambers.” He explains. “You are safe here, Surface dweller, I have spared you in hopes of learning what your people want with the Vibranium in our kingdom.”

You start to feel a sense of uneasiness. What if you told him the truth, of what the government wanted with the Vibranium, would you finally be killed?

“Do not be afraid.” He continues walking closer to you now, his hand placed on your shoulders. “You are safe here, I have brought you alive for a reason and you have my word that you will not be placed in any harm throughout your stay under my jurisdiction.”

As you start to look around the chamber, you notice something strange. The walls are covered in murals, painted in bright colors. They depict scenes of ancient rituals and ceremonies, with strange symbols and images that you can't quite decipher.

He seemed to have noticed your interest.

“Murals of Talokan,” He explains gesturing to the walls. “They tell the story of my people, of our history, and of our beliefs.”

You start to feel a sense of awe, looking at the intricate designs and patterns. You’ve never seen anything like this before in your life. He moves to the wall, taking a brush and paint from a nearby table. As he starts to paint, you watch in amazement. The colors seem to come to life, swirling and dancing before your eyes.

As he paints, K'uk'ulkan begins to speak. He tells you of the ancient gods, of their power and their wisdom. He tells you of the secrets of the Talokan, and of his origins, of why he was different from the rest of his people. He was mutant, the first born son of Talokan.

“Why am I here then?” You questioned, as much as you now grow interested in his stories, you were more concern of what was needed from you in this moment. “I don’t fit into any narrative in your stories or your people?”

“You know too much, and it is best for you to remain here for the time being while we handle the person responsible for creating the machine.”

“How long?” You questioned.

“For a while.” He spoke nonchalantly. “For the meantime, you can visit Talokan with me or you can spend your days here in the chambers, it is up to you.”

You blinked seemingly having no choice in the matter at this point.

It was not what he intended to happen, all he wanted was for Talokan to remain a secret from the surface world. Never did he even think that a glimpse of you and the wonder in your eyes through the water suit did he think he could ever fall in love, with a surface dweller of all people, but here he was.

It had been days now since your arrival, days since your time has been spent in his chambers and in Talokan. How you had made use of your expertise in the waters for their benefit. Fishes and other marine creatures that even the oldest of their scholars did not know of their use was now being integrated into their daily lives.

Y/N.

He had learned so much about you in your stay in his home. How you found yourself making use of your love for the water into your studies to be what you were now. How from so much trials and tribulation in your life, have ended up under the government’s jurisdiction and in your expedition for Vibranium would have been the last part of your agreement with them. Who would have ever thought that someone as shell shock as you would have been a siren in hiding all this time?

He fell in love with you for your love for the water. How the simplest of gifts he would give you would send the biggest and brightest smile on your face. He fell in love with your intention to do better for the world even with everyone against you. He had fallen so madly in love with how easy it had been for his children to open up to you—even Namora that has been far too apprehensive with your stay in Talokan in the beginning.

“Sing me a song, In Sirena?” He asked, his head rested on your lap, your fingers combing through his hair.

In the silence of his bed chambers, he had opened himself to you, about his mother, of the promise he had kept of burying her in their home in the surface world, of the name that was never his own by took to inflict fear to those who were a threat to his people.

He closed his eyes and felt the comfort that came with your touch and of your voice that echoed through his chambers. How your hauntingly beautiful voice placed him at ease, something he was not given as often in his life. He was at peace.

He felt the smile slowly form on his lips as you continued on with your song that was now becoming all too familiar to him. It was a lullaby, one that your own mother had sung to you as a young child, it brought back memories of his own mother, of the love that only she could give you even with the responsibility that rested on his shoulders—he felt like a child all over again.

“When this is all over, if I let you go, will you ever come back for me?” He found himself asking, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you.

You had halted in your song to look right back at him, eyes softening at his question.

“I don’t know,” You answered honestly.

Another thing he had appreciated about you was your honesty, no matter if it would offend him or anyone else, you held honesty that was few and far in between for a surface dweller. He understood your answer, though he was sadden by the reality of it—you were still a captive of his domain, stuck in the crossfire of his mission to protect his people. But he longed for the day that you would stay, even for just his people.

“I understand.”

“I have people that depend on me in the surface. I’ve already lost some of the people I’ve treated like my family—I want to make sure that I explained what had happened to their families.”

He looked away, knowing the weight of his action had on you now. Of the deaths that was to be expected for the protection of his own people.

Their little moment was interrupted at the sight of Attuma arriving.

“What?” He inquired, not leaving his positon on your lap much to your own discomfort and embarrassment.

“The Princess and the scientist are here.” Attuma announced and it was the sign he needed that his moment with you was now over.

At the news of someone else from the surface now being held under hostage of Talokan, you had asked K’uk’ulkan about seeing them. No matter how much you were slowly understanding the man’s need to protect his people a part of you still wanted to see and check upon those that are for certain scared of being here.

“Dr. Y/L/N?”

The last thing you would have expected to see was Princess Shuri and Riri Williams here. But then again, it was Vibranium that Talokan was protecting, and having them here was becoming more understandable than anything else.

“Are you two okay?” You asked, checking them from head to toe for any sort of injuries.

“You were reported dead.” It was Shuri that had spoken and your heart fell. But realized that after everything, at the death of your team and escorts, it would have bound to happen that without your body recovered, they would have expected as much.

“They have taken me here to keep quiet.” You answered. You worry that if you said too much it would end with your hurt or worst the women in front of you would.

The guilt was now washing over your system at the realization of your admittance of Riri being responsible for the machine had now led to her here—bringing Shuri along in the process.

“We have to find a way out.” You whispered holding onto their hands, you know it would take some work to find the suits they have used but it was better than whatever they might have planned for them—or for you at the matter.

“No.” Shuri shook her head.

You shook your head. It was not the right thing to do for her. Unlike you, that now had everyone believing you were dead and for certain would face prosecution if the Government found out you were alive, Shuri had so much to live for, someone to that loved her, and everything else in her life that you know for certain that you did not have anymore.

“He wants to go to war with the surface world, and asked me to help him.”

You blinked realizing then and there the reality of the man and his intentions. One of the servants remained, providing food for the three of you and you had hoped that she did not understand anything that you were talking about in this moment. Your eyes lingered to the guards also station around to watch over you and over the two.

“Princess, please.” You held onto her hand, hoping to talk some sense to her even in this very moment. “The world has done all of us wrong, but this is not the right thing to do.” You plead for her, turning your attention towards Riri that was still shaken by everything that was happening.

“Then why did you remain when you could easily have escaped?” Shuri questioned.

Your eyes closed at the reality of her words, how easily you could have escaped because of your powers but chose not to do so. In the moment you did not have a reason to leave, for you genuinely fell in love with Talokan even with the circumstance of it all.

You fell in love. How stupid it was for you to do so, falling in love with your captor but you did. You see your family in this people. How your own was cast to the waters by the very same people that had once cast K’uk’ulkan’s people into the waters. He was just like you, just as much as you were just like him.

“I’ve lost everything, Princess.” You whispered. “I’ve got to no Tony or Nat to back me up anymore, the government is wringing me dry for all that I have until they have the better reason to finally lock me away and experiment on me. He gave me an opportunity to live here and I might just stay because of it.”

In the struggle of it all, you once had Tony and Nat to depend on in your life, but with everything that had happened during the snap and their death to save the entirety of the universe, life has never been the same for you and you linger in the chaos of the life you tried to rebuild for yourself in the process.

Your eyes lingered behind and the sight of Nakia had caught you off guard.

Before you could even act, Nakia had shot the guards on stand by and the servant had now held a knife against Shuri. It was chaos and you did not know who to save in this moment. You held your hands up towards Nakia and pleaded for the servant to let her go, the sight of her hesitation was all you need to know that she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Please. It doesn’t have to end like this.” You plead to Nakia. “They will let Shuri go, and you can escape safely. Please.”

Nakia held a blank look before talking to Shuri and before long shooting the servant without hesitation. You were quick in your steps, dashing towards the servant as you held onto the wound and your eyes turned towards Shuri and Nakia.

“You need to come with us, Wakanda can protect you. It is the least we can do for all the help you’ve given us in the past.”

You wanted to, but as the servant had held onto you as she fought for her life, it had you second guessing yourself. If it was worth the risk coming back, with not only the Government coming after you but now even Talokan that has shown her nothing but kindness since your arrival.

“You’ve waged the war…all he wanted was to protect his people.” You shook your head refusing to come with them.

You had watched them leave, in the emptiness of the caverns that they stayed in, you found the tears have slowly fallen as you begin to sing the servant a song, hoping to be there for her in her dying moments.

‘Ili-ili tulog anay Wala diri imong nanay Kadto tienda Bakal Papay Ili-ili tulog anay Mata kana tabang mo Ikarga ang Nakompra ko Kay Bug-at Man Sing Putos ko Tabang Mo Ako Anay Ili-ili Tulog Anay Walang diri Imong Nanay Kadto tienda Bakal Papay Ili-ili tulog anay’

“In Sirena?”

The sight of K’uk’ulkan approaching brought all the guilt to the surface as your eyes turned back to the servant girl, how she was begging for her king to save her even when it was far too late for her.

“I tried to stop them.” You whispered closing the servant girl’s eyes as she now laid lifeless in your arms. “I tried to make them go without hurting anyone else in the process.”

You turned to the sight of Namora walking behind at the scene of death at the hands of Wakanda. You did not have the heart to look her in the eyes now, after all the help she had given you in your stay in Talokan—this was the price that you paid. It was better off if you were dead just like the rest of them.

You sobbed as the cousins begin to converse in their language. It was all your fault, from the moment you had accepted the mission to seek Vibranium from under the waters, you have left nothing but death and failure in your midst and now even in Talokan, the same curse has come to present you.

Even as K’uk’ulkan has pulled you away from the servant girl to allow her to be buried, you sobbed over and over even as you were pulled into his chest.

“Why did you stay?” He questioned you, his hand cupped your cheeks wiping what remains of the tears on your cheeks. “You could have left with them.”

“I can’t.” You confessed. “Not like this, not if it means someone dying in the process.”

“Then join us, in our fight.”

“I can’t. Revenge is never the answer.”

It was a week now since the attack in the cavern, you have decided to remain in K’uk’ulkan’s chambers for the entirety of it. But you have never talked to the man after what he had done as retribution for Nakia’s attack. The Queen of Wakanda was dead—drowned, and the invasion of Wakanda had set off more conflict than anything you would have ever imagine from them.

“In Sirena,”

You turned, the frown rested heavily on your lips in the moment but you said nothing even as the man approaching you, standing right in front of you from where you sat in the bed. You know why he was hear, it has been a week as the agreement and at any time a war is about to break through and you could only fear the damage and death it would cause in their paths.

“I want you to join me in this fight. After everything with Wakanda is resolved, I want you to be my Queen.”

You closed your eyes, it was not how you would have wanted to stay, not in this circumstance.

“Revenger and retribution is not the answer. It will only cause death and pain for everyone involved.”

“Then please stay here in Talokan, with me, with my people. Live with us and flourish and grow to be what you were always meant to be.”

And just like every instances that he asks you the question, you shook your head. In a perfect world, when things have not been filled with bloodshed, you would have. But in this instance, you couldn’t, not when you had a part in the mess that created the fight between Talokan and Wakanda.

“I can’t.”

“Then when you are ready, you can leave.” He spoke to which had your eyes widen and you looked at him now straight in his eyes, the sadness that came with his words. “Just know that you can never come back or you will be killed on the spot as you are a surface dweller trespassing our home. My love and fondness for you does not change the fact that you are an enemy of Talokan.”

It was cruel for him to say after everything that you have both been through together. But in the end, it was always his people above his own emotions and the love you have come to realize you both shared for each other in the short amount of time in his chambers and in his home.

“Okay.”

As he had laid on his back so close to the brink of death, defeated by the Black Panther, his mind had been only on two things. His mother and you. He was ready to die, but his memories were brought back to you as the Princess had the spear by his neck, ready to kill him. He was brought back to your words as you had pleaded for him to reconsider the fight against Wakanda. He was brought back to the hope that you would stay if he made the right decision.

He had yielded, with you and his mother on his mind. He had yielded hoping that you would stay even at the venom of his words when he last spoke to you.

As he had spoken to his people, ordering them to go back to Talokan, his mind was flooded with you—the glimpse of hope that you would remain still and be with him. He swam back to the waters, with his people guiding him throughout, his injuries were slowly healing, but it will take time and he needed to rest.

“I want to be left alone.” He spoke to his servant, brushing them away as they intended to patch him up. He refused, deciding to lick his wound in solitude.

Groggily, he had made his way back to this chambers, the silence broke his heart as he saw no sign of you anywhere. Walking towards his bed, he laid face first, the ache and pain that came with the battle against the Princess did a number on him and it would take a while before his wings would grow back.

He closed his eyes, for the moment, making peace with the silence of his chambers, the ghost of your voice echoing his mind. Your lullaby that would give him the comfort he never truly had in his life.

“K’uk’ulkan?”

His eyes snapped open, confused and devastated, it might be the delirium from his injuries that made him hear voices that were never there. But the panic of the voice continued to sound and it was when he felt the warm familiar hands on his shoulders that he had realize it was not his imagination playing a cruel joke on him.

It was you. You were still here.

“In Sirena,” he spoke turning his head to look at you.

The tear stricken face and the worry that was all too evident in your beautiful features.

“Why are you here?” He questioned, sitting up with you guiding him.

“I didn’t have the heart to leave until I know for certain you were alright.”

It was how quick his heart fluttered by your words, the effect you had on him knows no bound and made it all the more painful when you decided to finally leave.

“It is over, I have made an agreement with Wakanda.” He spoke. He watched the way your shoulders relaxed at this words. “You no longer have a reason to stay, you can leave and never turn back.”

“I can’t.” You smiled gently wrapping your arms around the man, sealing your fate to be with him forever, not only as his partner and companion, but as the Queen of Talokan.

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💽 …….Steve Rogers, In Da Club-50 Cent

And Mine You Shall Be | S.Rogers

Summary: it’s supposed to be his birthday, but you managed to piss him off by getting a bit too friendly with his friends. Punishment ensures.

Word count: 2.2K

Warning: Darker, kind of off the rail Steve for this one, a bit controlling, mob boss!Steve. Language, smut, jealous and possessive behavior, daddy kink, unprotected vaginal sex, limo sex. Kinda mean Steve.

A/N: little plot just brain rot. I hope you liked it. This request has been sitting in my inbox forever. Sorry, bby! I hope you liked it! I

imagined Steve marching down the club with this song play in the background lmao!! If you like this brain rot, please comment and reblog. It means a lot. No beta (sorry!!) If I missed anything, I apologized.

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Steve walked into the club looking like he was about to fuck someone up.

The moment his boys, Bucky and Sam texted him that you were here, he dropped everything and rushed out of his meeting to just come down here to the club.

The more fucked up thing was, it was his birthday today. Everyone who was practically supposed to be anyone in New York was there. He wasn’t supposed to show up till later into the night.

To his dismay though, he watched you under the stropping light of the nightclub, dancing so dangerously close to Brock. What made him ticked off, even more, was the fact that the other man’s hands were on you. He recalled the countless times that he told Brock to back the fuck off of you–that you were his to pursue, but being an asshole that he was, Brock still want you. And Steve was running out of his damn patient waiting for you to come to him.

If you don’t want to come to him, he just has to go to you.

Striding across the dance floor, he didn’t wait or care. He owned the place for fuck sake. His massive form stopped right before you and Brock. If an expression could kill, this was it.

“Boss?”

Before Brock could ask any more questions, Steve pulled him by the collar and punched him right in the face. The music halted as people gasped. Bucky and Sam rushed over, trying to pull him off the other man.

“Whoa, man. Chill the fuck out.”

“I fucking told you many times before, didn’t I?! And here you are being a sleazy fuck! How disrespectful can you be?!”

Your hands covered your mouth as you stared in horror. Your little harmless game between you and Steve has turned sour. You’ve never seen Steve this mad before and all because of you.

“Stay the fuck away from her, or I’ll end you,” he spat before turning to you. The look on his face alone terrifies you, but also thrilled you.

Steve hastily pulled you by your hand. Hell, if you were resistant to this, he didn’t care anymore. He would fucking hauled you over his shoulder if it comes down to it.

He was walking so quickly with great strides, and before you knew it, you were outside. The moment the car pulled up, Steve quickly rushed you inside. And as soon as the door closed, he quickly pressed the button for the privacy screen between the front and the back seat. You could feel the car start to move.

Your pussy was throbbing and pulsating to your frantic heartbeat. You could feel your own desires slipping out between your folds when you caught a glimpse of his growing bulge. You tried to clench your thighs together, hoping it would bring you some relief, but to no avail. Not when you wanted to shove his thick, hard cock right into your needy pussy and ride him till your legs give out.

“Pull up your dress and get on my lap. I won’t ask twice,” he said as he patted his lap. His tone was firm as he watched you. You could see the way the muscles of his jaw strained and unstrained. The neck of his muscles corded as he waited for you to maneuver yourself up into the seat, hiking your dress up in the process.

Steve’s pupils were blown wide as his eyes followed your bare pussy as you straddled him. He reached underneath and slid his hand to your inner thigh to your bare pussy. A hiss slipped passed his perfectly plump lips as his glare darkened.

“I can’t believe you have the audacity to throw yourself at those guys wearing nothing underneath. Is this the sort of game you want to play with me?” he asked.

You shook your head.

Smack!

Your body jolted, surprised by the slap. Your ass cheek was stinging and burning, and you knew the kind of retribution Steve demanded such a display of retaliation.

From the beginning you have refused his pursuit, stating things like he was much and too busy for you and that you didn’t want to fight to get his attention. But the thing about this was, that his attention was always on you no matter what. To his frustration though, you always concocted plans to rile him up and tick him off whenever you came into his proximity, which pissed him off even more.

He loved the chase, but this was slowly turned into the hunt. And Steve wasn’t planning to let his prey get away from him again.

“I’ll ask you again, baby girl. Is this the sort of game you want to play with me?”

You gulped at the way his voice dropped so suddenly. Chill ran down your spine as you looked at him. You could see that Steve wasn’t playing it anymore. He was so serious and so pissed that he could pop a vein.

“No,” you answered softly, shaking your head as you looked at him under your lashes.

“No, what?” he asked as he palmed your ass cheek in slow and deliberate motion. It felt soothing, but you knew if you said something wrong again, he would not hesitate to punish you.

You gulped. He really wanted you to say it, huh? Steve was in that mood.

“No, daddy,” you said softly.

You watched the way his gaze softened slightly but his grip was still firm on you.

“See, that ain’t so bad, right?”

“No, daddy.”

A small smirk etched at the corner of his lips before he slid his hand up your thigh. Your breath shuddered at the way his rough calloused palm felt against your skin. You stopped breathing when his thumb reached the small sensitive bud. Your thighs threatened to clamp themselves shut, but Steve made a low, rumbling sound that made your pussy ache.

Your lips parted. A soft, mewling sound slips out from you. Steve watched the way your eyelids fluttered as he playfully circled the small nub in a slow, tantalizing circle.

“You’re leaking, princess,” he muttered. “Fucking drenching my pants. Tell me why?” he asked.

You couldn’t answer him when you were too busy panting, trying your damnedest to not grind yourself against that massive tent on his crotch.

Steve didn’t take your silence well. He stopped all of the movement together as you stared up.

“Answer me, princess?”

You swallowed. Whatever confidence you had early was gone. Being up close to Steve in such a small confined space made you realize that he was the only one holding the reign. Not you.

“Because I want you, daddy,” you said softly. His expression was unchanged. He expected more because his thumb was still pressing against your bud, refusing to move.

“And?”

“I want your big, fat cock shoving in my pussy.” Your eyes fluttered as the heat slowly slithered up your cheeks, licking every inch of skin with warmness at the admission.

Steve finally smirked. You watched the way his pink tongue darted out and licked his lower lips.

“Be a good girl and take out daddy’s cock.”

He watched you as you reached for the fly of his pants and hastily unfastened it. Your mouth salivated when you pulled out his cock and stroked it tentatively. He was already so hard and so rigid for you that you couldn’t help but stare. His gaze glued to the way your palm slowly stroked from the base and up to the tip. You could see the fat tip of his cock was already glistening with precum and you’ve never wanted to lick something so badly in your life.

“Look at the way your hand is barely wrapped around my dick. Are you sure, princess can fit it?” He tilted his head as he watched.

You nodded eagerly.

“Do you deserve daddy’s dick though?”

“Yes!”

“Hmm, are you sure? You were dancing with my boys earlier….even grinding that little ass on Brock…Y’know that dick bag want to fuck you so bad, he was begging me for ya. Y’know what I told him?”

“No, daddy. What did you tell him?” you asked as you pressed thumped against the slit, and you watched his teeth bared as he tried to not lose his mind.

“I told him to fuck off, and that this pussy is mine.”

You could feel goosebumps pricking your skin by the way he was looking at you. The tone, his demeanor, and the way he was so possessive over you made you want to jump his bones.

“Is this pussy mine?” he asked. His thumb slowly circled your clit again, and you nodded almost too eagerly. “Show me, then baby girl. Show me how you wanna ride this dick.”

Your hands were on his broad shoulders as you lifted yourself up and lined the tip of his cock against your opening. Your mouth hung open as you slowly slid down, sheathing him all the way to the base. He stretched you out so deliciously that your eyes felt like they were rolling to the back of his skull.

“Fuck, princess. You’re so tight,” he moaned as he leaned back against the seat. It took all of him to piston his hip upward and take control. He had to remind himself that this was his punishment and that you needed to amend your mistake.

You can only grunt as you slowly lifted your hips up before slowly sinking yourself down again, and each time you felt you were about to lose your mind. Steve filled up and stretched out so deliciously that it was hard to concentrate on his pleasure when all you could think of was not to cum because God knows what Steve would do to you if you decided to cum before he let you.

As you began to find your own pace, so was Steve’s patience. All you could hear from him was strings of cusses with occasional praising words. The moment his hands were on your hips though, it was all over for you.

Steve began to piston his hips upward, driving himself deeper into you as he held you there in place. No noise came out of your mouth as he drove into you with such vigor. It was so overwhelming and so much all at once that you couldn’t think of anything else except for the way his cock was hitting you at places that made you see stars.

You felt like you were about to burst each time he pushed you off of him, giving you a small period of relief before he slammed you back down again. And each time, you felt like you could just come apart in his arms.

As much as Steve could be a hard ass, you knew he had a soft spot for you. You just knew damn well that this man wanted you as much as you wanted him. It was just you were too stubborn to admit that you wanted to be his.

Steve could feel your wall begin to flutter around him as he continued to fuck you. It won’t be long, and he was right. Your body spasmed and strained around him as your orgasm hit you. Steve grunted as he continued to move, chasing his own. The thought of filling you up and marking you as he was so strong that he wasn’t holding himself back anymore.

Steve came with a deep, guttural grunt, filling you up with his cum. And only then, do you could breathe as you slumped in his hold.

Steve’s chest rose and fell as he tried pulling air into his lungs, arms wrapped around your body as both of you relished the afterglow of your release.

The car stopped, but neither of you made any move to want to get out. You sat there for God knows how long before Steve pulled you away slightly. His liquid sapphire eyes gaze into yours with a newfound tenderness that made your heart flutter.

“I’m sorry for ruining your birthday,” you said, hand cupping his face. You could feel the way his beard felt against your palm.

“And?”

“For disrespecting you in front of your men.”

“And?”

“Flirting with Brock?”

His brow lifted. Steve wanted more.

You frowned. “I don’t know what else you want me to apologize…”

“Maybe started with ‘I’m sorry I keep running away from you?”

Your mouth formed an O as you realized now. He really wanted you to say it.

“And I’m sorry for being a hard ass and running away from you. I want to be yours, Stevie…If you still want me.”

Steve finally flashed you a smile before he leaned in and gave you the most toe-curling kiss in the history of kisses he has ever given you. “And mine you shall be.”

And with this, both of you straightened yourself out and quickly exited the car and straight to his penthouse, where he spent all night, showing you what it was like to be his.

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Cap-IM Rec Week 2023 (Tues)

It's About the Yearning Tuesday, July 18 for @cap-ironman Rec Week!

Today I'm reccing fics based on my favorite trope of all time - pining 💜

Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!

take my heart clean apart by mistymountainking @stovetuna

Tony comes home exhausted after an SI event. Steve acts as welcoming committee. It's an old, careworn routine they've perfected over the years, but tonight ends up going in a very different direction.

Take A Number by 51stCenturyFox

So what if Tony Stark is sleeping with everybody else (except him)? Why would Steve care? He doesn’t even like Tony, and certainly not like that...

for you I’ll pretend (to fake it) by AvengersNewB @avengersnewb, Lacerta

Steve doesn't think twice when he agrees to help Tony out, even if it kills him inside to attend a gala as Tony's fake date. Tony doesn't know if he can keep up the pretense on this evening out as friends but it's as close as he can get to an actual date, so he takes it. Things don't go as planned though, with all the pining, the pent-up feelings, and bumping into Tony's horrible, obnoxious ex, Ty Stone.

Can't Write One Song (That's Not About You) by FestiveFerret @festiveferret

Ten years ago, Tony fell in love with his roommate: funny, handsome, kind, smart Steve Rogers, who also happened to be the lead singer and guitarist of a band, The Howlies. Then The Howlies made it big, Steve moved away, and Tony vowed to avoid any mention of the band, their songs, and the man he missed his chance with. But chance has a way of giving you exactly what you need, even if you don't know it yet...

you'll be mine and i'll be yours by complicationstoo @ifmywishescametrue

Five words ruin Tony's life. “He doesn't love me back,” Steve says, and Tony feels his world crumble to pieces at his feet. Steve loves someone, and Tony knows it isn't him.

in my head by brucewaynery

Tony tells Steve about solipsism, the theory that everything is merely a figment of your own imagination, and Steve lets something slip.

ignorance is (not) bliss by earliebirb @earliebirb

One of Tony’s hands shoots up to grab his wrist, gripping it tightly. Slowly, Tony opens his eyes. Steve’s blood freezes in his veins. His heart sinks with dread. “Tony?” Steve hopes that this is just some weird bout of sleepwalking, but Tony doesn’t sleepwalk, and from the thoughtful way Tony regards him, Steve knows that Tony is somehow very much awake, which means— Tony swallows, his eyes wide and alert in a way Steve didn’t think they were capable of being twenty minutes ago. “Steve,” he says, the single word carrying too much weight.

now I worship a celestial sun by haemodye (616)

A mostly-comedic farce involving: 1 obedience spell, 2 pining Avengers, 1 long-suffering Sorcerer Supreme, and 1 single, extravagant Saint Patrick's Day float.

Not a Perfect Man by Neverever @captainneverever (616)

Steve and Tony are back on track as friends and spending a lot of time together as they form a new Avengers team. But Steve is again in a rocky relationship with Sharon and Tony is dating a new woman. Steve struggles as his long-dormant crush on Tony comes back with a vengeance because he's supposed to be a good man and he doesn't want to lose Tony as a friend. What is he supposed to do as a friend when Tony's new girlfriend turns out to be not good for Tony?

The Culling of the Stars by dirigibleplumbing @dirigibleplumbing (616)

Tony dies saving Steve's life on the courthouse steps. Now Steve is left with the fallout of their Civil War, expected to take charge and preserve Tony's legacy. He doesn't know how he can do it alone—not when he can't stop thinking about Tony, or keep track of the days, or even feel.

What Was It You Wanted by sheron @sheronm

"C'mon, a kiss from Captain America is not so terrible." According to the alien custom, Steve had to kiss each teammate on the mouth, and some kisses come with more aftermath than others.

Down in Lonesome Town by resurrectedhippo

“Why do I always find my way back to you?” Maybe Tony didn’t necessarily return to Steve, but fate is a funny little thing, and after living a life of loss, Steve wants something that’s his to keep. After the universe is restored, Steve is lost without any direction. Retiring from the Avengers, he moves across the country and ends up building a house by a misty blue lake. Across the bridge is Tony Stark’s new workshop.

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned for more! Please mind the tags before reading. Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists :)

#stevetony #stony #superhusbands #steve x tony #capimrecweek #my rec lists #fic rec #pining #hope you guys like this!#it was iNSANELY hard to limit this to 12 fics

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A Swarm of Butterflies

Masterlist

Part 8: The Mission

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: The team goes on their urgent mission and Steve uncovers some unnerving information.

Authors Note: Wow. It’s been awhile. I’m so sorry to leave you all hanging for so long. I have been dealing with all kinds of real life things. I’ve lacked inspiration, and honestly almost gave up writing altogether. Those of you that have hung around…thank you so much. It’s you who’ve inspired me to continue. Just a few parts left in this series!! My other stories will also be getting finished up as soon as possible!!

Click the masterlist link above to read other parts! I’m no longer doing a tag list as it’s hard for me to keep up with. If you’d like to know when a new part is released turn on those notifications!! I love you all dearly.

Steve walked out of your apartment building with a broad smile on his face. His heart felt as though it were about to take flight. He couldn't recall a moment in his life that he'd felt happier.

He unlocked his car and quickly opened the door, tossing his duffle bag on the passenger seat. He slid into the driver's seat and put the key into the ignition, turning it to bring the old car to life.

He took a deep breath in and looked up through the dew-covered windshield. The sun was painting the sky with the vibrant shades of pink, much like the sunrise the two of you had shared the morning you met. He couldn't stop thinking about taking you on a date after that morning, and now he couldn't stop thinking about watching every sunrise for the rest of his life with you.

He reluctantly tore his eyes away from the artistry before him and threw the car in reverse.

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About fifteen minutes later he pulled the car into his designated parking space at the compound and killed the engine. He quickly got out and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his muscular shoulder. He walked across the damp pavement and yanked the door open.

As soon as he stepped inside, he was met by the teams new secretary, Maggie. She was a young intern Tony had hired to help with administrative work. She was studying microbiology. She was always on time, professional, and a huge help to the team.

She had deep expresso eyes and a mane of spiraling curls.

"Morning Maggie." Steve offered her a smile.

"Morning Captain Rogers. Tony asked me to bring you straight to the hangar," She explained, extending a manilla file to him. He took in her perfectly manicured nails. They dark fuchsia shade popped against her skin. He wondered if the color would look good on y/n.

He took the file from her with furrowed brows. He flipped it open in his large hands.

"Straight to the hangar, huh? Must be important." He mused.

"Yes sir, I believe it's Hydra related." She replied, her heels clacking loudly across the marble floor as they walked.

His heart dropped as soon as she said Hydra. He looked down at the folder as he walked, quickly scanning over the mission brief.

A potential Hydra base near a village in the mountains. Villagers have been reported mysteriously missing for months. An informant believes that they are being abducted for experiments.

His palms began to sweat, and his heart rate increased immediately. A feeling of dread pooled in his stomach. He picked up his pace and Maggie struggled behind him to keep up with his inhuman strides.

"I've got it from here Maggie. Thank you!" he called over his shoulder, causing the young interns steps to falter and then retreat back down the hallway.

He reached the hangar in record time. Everyone else was already suited up and arming themselves. Natasha shot him a tight lipped smile. Tony wore a look of concern, and Bucky looked as uncomfortable as he was sure he did.

"Morning sunshine." Nat sing-songed in an attempt to ease his mood.

He tried to force a smile, but he couldn't hide the tension in his shoulders.

"Morning," he clipped, "We ready?" he asked.

"Waiting on you, Loverboy." Tony teased, tapping the front of his armor.

Steve sighed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. Bucky slapped a comforting hand on his shoulder signaling that he wasn't alone in how he was feeling.

"Right. Let me suit up then." he muttered robotically as he turned and headed towards the locker room.

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Three hours later he was standing at the front of the Quinjet in his suit. His shield gleamed on his back and his gloved hands were in tight fists at his sides. Tony stood beside him explaining everyone's roles.

"Nat you find the control room. Hack into the system and download any files and information you can find on this hard drive. It will automatically upload your findings to Friday." Tony explained, handing the spy a small, metal drive.

"Barnes you and Rogers will go in first. You'll start clearing out any goons and then try to find the villagers that are being held hostage. Get them out and to safety. Sam you'll be our eye in the sky. We need to be prepared if they send for back up."

Steve stared ahead. His mind on a pretty girl back at home. He'd never been so distracted on a mission.

Tony glanced at him before continuing, "I'll go find the center of the base and I'll be placing explosives. After they're set, we'll only have about fifteen minutes before the go off. The blast will be large enough to bring the entire base down, so we need to be quick in and out."

Bucky offered a nod in understanding, Natasha blurted a quick "yes sir", and Sam just started moving. Steve stayed rooted in place his mind still adrift.

"Cap." Tony called, "Cap!"

Steve offered no response. Still staring into the abyss.

Tony's concern only grew as he took in his friends rigid stance.

"Steve." Tony laid a gentle hand on the super soldier's shoulder.

Finally, Steves eyes snapped over to Tony. His brows furrowed and his plump lips pulled into a frown.

"What is going on with you? You never zone out like that." Tony inquired, voice calm.

Steve released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He shook his head and looked down at his combat boots. Shame colored his features. He was normally a strong leader, but this mission felt different. He couldn't place why, but he was on edge.

"I don't know Tony. Normally I feel confident going into a mission, but ever sense I read that file this morning I've just felt this anxiety that I can't seem to shake." He confessed.

Tony nodded slowly, trying to understand.

"Look, I know Hydra puts you and Barnes on edge, but hundreds of people have gone missing, and they need our help. I wouldn't have called you in on your weekend off if I didn't need you." Tony explained.

Steve sighed. "I know."

"Alright, let's think of something positive to help get your mind off things. Tell me something good Rogers." Tony began to walk toward the back of the Jet. His armor whirring with every step.

Steve smiled for the first time since he'd arrived at the compound. His ocean eyes crinkling at the corners.

"She told me she loved me this morning." Steve confessed, heart fluttering once again.

Tony chuckled as he adjusted his armor.

"Finally," he exclaimed, "If I had to watch you guys give each other puppy eyes for another movie night I think I would've exploded." He joked.

Steve let out a laugh, reaching down to fiddle with the collar of his suit.

“It was different Ton.” Steve tried to explain, his voice shyly dropping an octave.

Tony turned eyes trained on his friend. Steve, the most level headed man he knew, wore a besotted smile. A glow emanated from him, and for the first time since Tony had met him…he looked at peace. He looked happy, and Tony’s heart felt warm.

“She isn’t just another girl. She’s everything, Tony.” He confided, “My heart couldn’t beat without her. She is everything I have searched for all these years. She is the other half of me that I thought was lost in that ice all those years ago.” Steve’s voice was thick with emotion, and his strong hands trembled slightly.

“I have to get home to her. For the first time in a long time home doesn’t feel far away.” His eyes finally rose to meet Tony’s, and tears brimmed his lower lash line.

Tony smiled a genuine, heartfelt smile as he strolled over.

“Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure you make it back, I swear it.” Tony promised, his hand squeezing Steve’s shoulder.

Steve offered him a smile and discreetly wiped at his eyes as Tony turned and called out to the rest of the team.

“Approaching our target in ten. Let’s do this!” He closed his helmet as he readied for the danger ahead.

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As soon as the team entered the facility things went sideways. Hundreds of Hydra soldiers poured in from every angle, effectively trapping them at the entrance. They spent what felt like ages trying to take them down.

By the time every soldier had been eliminated they were all breathless and filthy. Natasha had a slight limp, Steve's lip was split, and Tony's armor was covered in dents.

"Alright." Tony breathed, hands on his hips. "Lets get this done. Stick to the plan. If you run into trouble ask for help over the comms." He ordered, taking off down a dimly lit path Friday suggested would take him to the center of the base.

Steve looked over at Natasha. The redhead was in pain, although she'd never admit it.

"I'm gonna go with Nat. You got this Buck?" Steve asked, eyes swinging over to his childhood friend.

Bucky nodded confidently reloading the gun in his hands.

"I don't need you to babysit me, Cap." Natasha sassed, brushing dirt from her uniform.

"Course not." he smiled, turning to take off down the hallway opposite of the direction Tony had gone.

He moved briskly down the abandoned corridor. The lights flickered eerily overhead, and he felt goosebumps explode over his arms. His stomach churned; something didn't feel right.

They swept a dozen empty rooms before finding the control room. Natasha hobbled over to the computers. She hacked into the system as quickly as her shaking hands would allow as Steve stood watch at the door.

He took a few deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm his racing heart. His mind wondering to the girl he’d left behind at home. What were you doing right now? Were you finishing the book you’d started last week? Were you cuddled up on the couch in your pajamas watching the movies you were supposed to watch together this weekend? Did you miss him as much as he missed you?

He pictured your breathtaking smile as you gazed up at him before he left the apartment. He remembered the way his heart felt as though it were going to burst. He couldn’t wait to make it home to you.

He was suddenly snapped from his thoughts when Natasha spoke.

“Cap, get over here.” Her voice was laced with urgency.

Steve pushed himself away from the cold concrete wall behind him and strolled over to the spy. His boots made heavy thuds in the tile floor.

“Hydra has been running tests on locals just like we thought, but their experiments are failing. Every person they’ve used in their trials have died.” She explained, her eyes cold.

Steve sucked in a breath and ran a hand over his face. This was not what he wanted to hear.

“They can’t seem to get their super soldier serum right.” She explained further.

He eyes the words in the screen. They were all in Russian. He couldn’t read them. He knew Nat was sparing him all the gruesome details.

Suddenly she reached out and grabbed his forearm softly. Her eyes bore into his own. The look on her face made his heart speed up.

“Hydra has a plan to kidnap Y/N.” She stated calmly.

His heart stopped inside his chest. His lungs constricted and all of a sudden he couldn’t breathe. Had he heard her correctly?

“What?” He croaked out breathlessly.

“They plan to abduct her. They know that you’ll turn yourself in to free her.”

His large hands began to tremble. He could feel sweat beading in his furrowed brows.

His girl was in danger. The love of his life was in serious danger…because of him.

“No.” He whispered, his throat betraying him. He began to shake his head rapidly. His mind was spiraling out of control.

He began to pace the floor. His hands reaching up to tug at the golden strands of hair on his head.

If Hydra got ahold of Y/N there’s no telling what they’d do. He couldn’t stomach the thought.

His mind raced as alarm bells blared in his head. His blood ran cold.

This was a set up. This mission was a decoy. Hydra knew that the Avengers would show up if they suspected that civilians needed rescuing, but there was no one left to rescue.

That was why there were soldiers upon entry, but no back up had been called. No alarms went off. They practically waltzed right in and got into their database easily.

They were distracting them so that they could abduct Y/N.

His pacing immediately ceased.

“Damn it!” He bellowed, his fist colliding with the wall. Little pieces of concrete rained to the floor.

“This was a set up!” He turned toward Nat, chest heaving. “We’ve gotta get back. They’re going after her now.” He seethed.

Nats mouth opened and closed rapidly, but no words escaped. She turned and yanked the hard drive from the computer before effectively typing in a code to destroy the system.

“Let’s go!” She demanded as she strolled across the room.

She pressed her delicate fingers to the piece of equipment in her ear.

“Back to the jet, now. We’ve gotta get back.” She barked the command as she led Steve back the way they came.

“What?” Bucky questioned a minute later. “I haven’t found the hostages yet.”

Steve sighed and reached up to his own ear piece.

“There aren’t any. They’re all dead. This was a set up.” He stated flatly.

Nat spared him a concerned glance. His shoulders were rigid. His lips pressed into a thin line.

“What? What are you talking about?” Tony demanded, sounding out of breath.

Steve’s hands clenched into fists at his side.

“Hydra sent us here as a diversion. They’re going to abduct Y/N.” Natasha explained as Steve’s fist flew into another wall.

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Ari Levinson Masterlist

Cry To Me

dancer!Ari Levinson x Reader

loosely inspired by a scene from Dirty Dancing and the song from the soundtrack - Cry To Me by Solomon Burke

Summary: You’re not much of a clubber. Mostly because you’re not a fan of stuffy air, pricey bad drinks and sleazy men trying to hit on you. Then your friend takes you to a place where you witness sensuality come to life in the form of Ari Levinson. Not much of a dancer yourself, you watch him from a distance, envious of what he does to his dancing partner’s body. That is until he notices you staring…

Warnings: Ari Levinson is a warning. Ari Levinson grinding to sensual music is an extra warning. Smut; oral (m receiving); unprotected sex. Less dirty and more sensual.

Additional drabble

Room with a view

Ari Levinson x female reader; dark!Ari Levinson x female reader

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are also present in this fic…

summary: Being Ari’s personal assistant was supposed to come with perks, but there are challenges too. Especially when he decided to cross the boundaries and make a very personal use of you.

warnings: dub-con (extremely dub-con); voyeurism; public humiliation; public sex; bondage; use of duct tape; unprotected sex; forced orgasm; dark!Ari Levinson; mafia!Ari Levinson;

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

summary: When the alpha of your pack is defeated in a challenge, you know it’s time to run as far and as fast as you can before your new alpha catches you and makes you his (just like he’s always wanted).

warnings: primal kink; chase kink; cum marking; masturbation; a/b/o dynamics; forced relationship; wolf!Ari; alpha!Ari; shifter!Ari; mentions of mating; no bestiality; hint of breeding kink (if you squint)

Heart of Ruby Masterlist

part of Ruby Garden series

Dom!Ari Levinson x submissive reader

summary: You wouldn't say you have a crush on Master Ari, owner of the Ruby Garden club. You just simply long for him and crave him with every inch of your being, since he did a scene with you months ago. But Ari never plays more than twice with the same submissive, never claims one as his. So you put on a brave face, smile and go about your cheeky ways with other Doms, even if they don't exactly rock your world. However, when your brattiness draws Ari's attention you worry you may have bitten more than you can chew...

warnings: D/s dynamic; Dom Ari Levinson; brat Reader; power imbalance; brat tamer Ari; discipline; punishment and funishment;

Sweet thrill Masterlist

mafia!Ari Levinson x female reader; mob boss Ari Levinson x female reader

summary: Many would consider your job as a dancer at Lloyd Hansen’s exclusive night club to be exciting or scary, but honestly you see it as predictable and stable. It’s mostly a routine. That’s until Ari Levinson enters the club. You draw his attention and he installs himself in your space, bringing fear and thrill along with him.

warnings: mostly consensual, but with a peppering of faint dub-con; soft dark Ari Levinson; possessive behavior; light pet play; fear kink; light Master/pet play; bdsm undertones; power imbalance; fingering; pet names; collaring; very very subtle degradation and humiliation (nothing hardcore)

Wild bloom

warlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: The lands are shaken with the ongoing war between the knights loyal to your weakened king and the hordes following a warlord honed in blood - Ari, son of Levi. When the army goes through the lands near your village, you help the way you know best - by healing the wounded. Unfortunately, your actions draw the attention of Ari himself. When the leader of opposing army enters your house, it’s only to kill or take spoils of war.

Warnings: Dub-con/non-con; spoils of war; forced relationship; kidnapping; breeding kink;

Wild bloom - sneak peek

Summer Entrees Masterlist

summary: A triptych of three summer drabbles focusing on heat-induced, pool fun. Each drabble is with a different character.

Demolition Duo Masterlist

Ari Levinson x reader x Bucky Barnes

summary: Ari and Bucky are your friends, but this summer they push your friendship a little further. You feel helpless against them, but do you even really want to fight them?

warnings: power imbalance; dominant Ari Levinson; dominant Bucky Barnes; slight degradation; consensual (sliiightly edging on dub-con)

being sandwiched between Ari and Bucky

beard burn with Ari and Bucky

Pound for pound

Ari Levinson x reader

summary: Short ficlet inspired by a prompt from Navy. You make a stupid mistake when drunk and now have to pay it off.

warnings: soft dark!Ari Levinson; dub-con of sorts; paying off debt with sex

Ari + basement wife drabble

Pouty Ari drabble

Ari + bondage (lazy Sinday drabble)

Ari + breath play (lazy Sinday drabble)

#ari levinson masterlist #arilevinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader

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Year-End Poll #30: 1979

[Image description: a collage of photos of the 10 musicians and musical groups featured in this poll. In order from left to right, top to bottom: The Knack, Donna Summer (x2), Chic, Rod Stewart, Peaches & Herb, Gloria Gaynor, Village People, Anita Ward, Robert John. End description]

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We have made it through another decade, everyone. As we reach the end of the 1970's, we are also reaching the end of disco. This is something that makes this genre stand out in a historic sense. Because while we've covered many genres tied to their decade (traditional pop with the 50s, doo-wop with the 60s, etc), those didn't necessarily end the moment the decade switched over. We're still in disco's peak (the dance party before the storm), and many of the songs and artists featured on today's poll are still considered classics. Fun fact, the original name for Chic's Le Freak was called Fuck Off!, which in my opinion is the correct way to sing along to it. The song was written after the band couldn't get into Studio 54, the disco hot spot of the 1970's.

Which brings us to the first crumbling pillar that will send disco collapsing. As disco became mainstream, the aesthetics of disco became less about marginalized people surrounding themselves with opulence and luxury as an escape, and more about...the opulent surrounding themselves with more luxury. The communities who had built this subculture were getting priced out of their own hot spots as the upper class and the celebrities flocked to the hot new thing.

But the disco backlash wasn't just marginalized people and disco purists frustrated with the gentrification and commodification of their subculture. In fact, I think it's safe to say that they were the minority. In reality, the disco backlash had two main prongs: the general music-listening public who was sick of hearing disco on every station, and/or bigots who would hate any kind of Black or gay music they heard no matter how commercialized it became.

So, let's talk about Disco Demolition Night.

July 12th, 1979, the rock vs. disco conflict reached its ugliest peak as tens of thousands of people stormed Comiskey Park in Chicago. Disco records were crushed, burned, and even blown up. The event soon broke out into a riot and thankfully no one was killed, but the demonstration still casts an unpleasant shadow over this moment in music history.

I don't want to diminish the ugliness of this event. As Craig Werner, a professor of African American studies at the University of Wisconsin put it:

"The Anti-disco movement represented an unholy alliance of funkateers and feminists, progressives and puritans, rockers and reactionaries. None the less, the attacks on disco gave respectable voice to the ugliest kinds of unacknowledged racism, sexism and homophobia." (A Change Is Gonna Come)

And to quote Chic's Nile Rogers:

"It felt to us like Nazi book-burning. This is America, the home of jazz and rock and people were now afraid even to say the word 'disco'. I remember thinking - we're not even a disco group."

So I don't want to imply that Disco Demolition Night wasn't a shameful moment, because it was. However, it didn't kill disco. I see a lot of music retrospectives use this event as the one climactic moment that killed the genre and forced music itself to change. And I get why; it's an exciting and narratively satisfying conclusion to come to. But I don't want to say that, because I don't want to give Steve Dahl, the anti-disco shock jock radio DJ who organized the event, the credit in taking down an entire subculture.

Commercialization killed disco. White executives and artists cramming disco into everything without appreciating its roots killed disco. Gentrification killed disco. Changing tastes killed disco. Homophobia and racism killed disco. Capitalism killed disco.

A radio DJ and his angry drunk white boy fans storming a baseball stadium didn't kill disco. But it was the symptom of a disease that was already coursing through the system.

And despite the genre's historic death, disco would actually continue to live on past this decade in a variety of ways. Much like most other genres, disco was able to change and evolve with the times -- it just couldn't do so under the "disco" label as even the name itself became poison.

Also, as I said I keep these polls focused on the U.S. charts because that's where I'm from so I have a better understanding of the musical and historic context. However, it seems like disco's death was mostly contained to this country. When I glance at the various European charts (and any European followers can feel free to correct me), disco didn't seem to drop off in the same way. This will become relevant when we cover some of the European crossovers in a few decades.

So as we celebrate/mourn the end of the seventies with its last dance party, we can all come together and agree that whether you're a rock fan or a disco fan, at least most of your music has aged better than talk radio.

See you all in the 80's.

#billboard music #billboard poll #tumblr poll #1970s #1970s music #1979 #the knack #donna summer #chic #rod stewart #peaches and herb #gloria gaynor #village people #anita ward #robert john

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The Grieving Widow

One-shot Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: You go on a mission to avenge the death of your husband, Steve, and best friend Nat. Pairing: Platonic!Sam x Reader x Platonic!Bucky Word Count: 1062 Warnings: No fluff, all angst. Mentions of guns and violence, blood. Revenge.

You were a mess and Bucky saw it. You hadn’t slept. You’ve barely eaten. The angry scowl on your face was leaving permanent lines that Nat would no doubt probably tell you about.

Not because she was mean, but because she cared. You knew she cared. She would rub that space in between your brows and tell you not to scowl. Just like your husband would’ve. Only, Steve would’ve kissed them away.

Not anymore. Ever since Nat and Steve left to go on this mission. You didn’t think it would be the last time you saw them, your best friend and your husband.

You cried for three days straight. On the fourth day, Sam threatened to take you to the hospital if you didn’t put food in your stomach. On the fifth day, Bucky came to you and told you of the whereabouts of Strucker. The last mission Steve was on. The man that ended your life, by taking Steve’s.

“Maybe we should hold off on doing this, Rogers,” Bucky said to you as he flexed his grip on his metal hand. “Maybe when you’re back to your usual self again.”

“My husband just died, Barnes. I’ll never be my normal self again,” you said cocking the riffle in your hand. Hearing the familiar click and load sent a tempting song throughout your body, beckoning you to draw blood.

“OK, everybody knows the plan?” Sam came in asking both you and Bucky. “Rogers find a good spot to cover us, while Bucky and I go in. We will extract him…do you hear me, Rogers? EXTRACT him. There will be no executions tonight. He will answer for his crimes against the people. I promise you that.”

“What about your promise to me, Sam? You promised to take care of him. And he never came back,” you whispered with such ferocity that Sam had to look away. “So, excuse me if I don’t believe you.”

“I’m sorry, Angel. I really am. I…”

“He did everything he could, doll. We both did. In the end, we just weren’t prepared.” Bucky interrupted him. Sam continued to look everywhere except at you. Guilt was written all over his face. You knew it wasn’t his fault. You were just so angry. So hurt.

“You’re not even sanctioned for this mission. You’re here because we owe you. We don’t want to lose you too. So, please. Stay back, be the sniper we know. Cover our backs and I promise we’ll get the son of bitch,” Bucky exacted.

You stayed silent throughout the rest of the flight. Each of you knowing very well that you wouldn’t stay put. If you ever saw Strucker, you wouldn’t hesitate to kill him right there and then.

The jet landed and you left to scope out a hidden spot close to the landing. Bucky and Sam looked at each other with concern before they decided to just trust you. They made their way to the bunker, knowing that you were watching over them with your sniper rifle. Their own Guardian Angel.

It went by quickly. Sam and Bucky made a path towards the bunker and whatever stragglers came from behind, you would take out.

As soon as the two entered the building, you saw Strucker exit the rooftop. The blades of a parked helicopter started to turn as Strucker made his way inside.

“Oh, no you don’t. You piece of shit,” you mumbled to yourself. You waited till the helicopter made its way airborne, watching which direction it would turn. You must’ve had your own angel because it turned and headed in your direction.

You waited patiently as you looked through your scope. The chopper coming closer and closer. You timed it perfectly and let out a shot to hit the tail rotor of the chopper, sending it spiraling out of control. You squeezed one more shot and took out the pilot. You estimated where it would crash and made your way there.

The engine caught fire as soon as it hit the ground and you ran your way over there. A bloodied Strucker kicked out the glass window and was crawling out of the debris. Of course, he survived, the little leech!

You screamed as you flipped your rifle mid-air and caught the barrel. With a practiced move, like Steve had taught you, you swung the butt end of your gun against his head like a baseball bat.

“YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!” You yelled out as Strucker struggled against fainting. “You don’t deserve to live.” You struck him again with the bottom of your weapon. “You don’t deserve to be brought in and held accountable.” He held his hands up, begging for mercy. Or hoping to stop you. Either way, you weren’t going to give him what he wanted.

“Another Avenger. As if the last two weren’t easy en-enough to kill,” he chuckled. He must have a death wish. “And who did they send this time…” he wondered out loud. His blood dripped down, welling into his eyes, obscuring his vision. “The Angel,” he sighed, almost with reverence.

“Angels?” you stooped down, your face so close to his as you whispered, “You’re not worthy of seeing angels. In this life, or the next.”

You stood up quickly, grabbed the firearm on your thigh holster, and pointed it directly to his head, “I’m the Grieving Widow.”

*~*

The gunshot stopped Sam and Bucky in their tracks. When they witnessed the helicopter hurtle, they fought their way over to the crash.

As they turned the corner, they saw you standing with your pistol still pointed at the head of Baron Strucker, who was lying down on the ground.

You were shaking. Your rage left you, leaving you frail and defenseless. “Rogers,” Sam called out to you. You jerked your head in his direction. Tears rimmed your eyes, spilling down your cheek. The familiar trail they’ve taken down your face was comforting.

Sam slowly came up to you and pried your gun away from your hands. He handed it to Bucky who was behind him, and he opened his arms waiting for you to accept his offer of peace.

You broke.

You wailed your grief as the last dregs of rage left your body and you started to fall to your knees. Sam caught you before you hit the ground and carried you around your waist. The fallen angel.

A/N: This is a drabble for @the-slumberparty. A writing warm-up. I got...

as the genre, and I got...

...as the archetype.

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Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Drabbles

Fics with 🤓 are favorites of mine!

Fics with 🔥 smut

Fics with 😡 angst

Fics with 💕 are fluff

Fics with 🍯 200+ notes

Fics I could possibly consider continuing 🧐

UPDATED April 7 2024

BUCKY BARNES

3 Times You Saw Him Summary: Working for HYDRA, You've only seen the Winter Soldier a handful of times, each more terrifying than the last... It isn't until you are witness to his torture that you realize how innocent the man really is. [TWS x Reader.] [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡

3 Times You See Bucky Barnes Shirtless Summary: Bucky starts going topless around you, and after several incidences, you confront him, not expecting the answer he gives you. LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

5 O'Clock Summary: Bucky comes home after drinking all night at a club. (Bucky x Reader) Based off the song 5 O’Clock by T-Pain & lily Allen 🔥🤓 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

A Broken Soldier (2) Summary: Steve breaks up with you 🔥 🍯

A Way to End Summary: Bucky knew who he was. But had his handlers known, all of hell would have broken loose. The reason he remembered himself? Was you. You had secretly helped him regain all of his past memories in an effort to take down HYDRA and all of its’ men.😡 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Always With You Summary: After a horrific car crash leaves you paralyzed from the waist down, Bucky vows to drop everything in order to care for you until your healthy once again. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] [Bucky x Reader] 😡💕 🍯

Angels in Hellfire Summary: You offered to travel to Hell to rescue your angel’s best friend; he declines, knowing that it is far too late for that innocence to remain.[LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] [Bucky x Reader] 😡

A Stranger with a Good Heart Summary; you almost get gunned down but a stranger comes to help you.[LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] [Bucky x Reader] 💕

A Summer's Beat Summary: After numerous fighting and arguments, this was the last straw between the pair of you. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡

Baby Fever Summary: Bucky took his daughter to the park [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]💕 🍯

Bad Boy Bucky Summary: you get harassed by a stranger. You’re not going to keep quiet. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡

Bossy Play Summary: a new boss joins the corporation. Nobody knows how stern he can be [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]🧐🍯

Bottom's Up Summary: You assess the soldier after he comes back to the facility after a mission [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]🔥🍯

Cheap Thrills Summary: you lose your phone somewhere in your apartment and ask the neighbor next door to help look for it. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]🔥🍯

Christmas and Pancakes Summary: buckys daughter wakes him up on Christmas morning for breakfast Parent!Bucky Barnes, OC!Daughter, Layla [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 💕

Come Out, Come Out Summary; the winter soldier comes for the lone survivor [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 🤓😡🍯

Got Nerve? Summary: you come home from grocery shopping only to find your ex in your house. (Mafia leader! Reader, ex Husband Bucky) 😡 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Grind With Me Summary: After the defeat of Thanos, the Avengers are assembled for a convention meeting. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

High Stakes Summary: working as a casino waitress, certainly has its perks when important clientele crave your attention. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]🧐🍯

Killing Me Softly Summary: You could do nothing but beg as he killed you. 😡 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Kingpin love Summary: you met the famed mobster amputee. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]🧐

Kryptonite Summary: Bucky watches you give birth. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]💕🍯

The Loss of You Summary; (reader) dies after giving birth leaving Bucky to process the loss alone. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡

Long Live My Heart Summary; Bucky leaves you. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡

Mafia Cakes Summary: the mafia king visits your small bakery. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]💕

Marry Me? Summary: Bucky asks you to marry him [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]💕🍯

Mine Baby Summary: Sitting at a bar one night, long after you’d abandoned your friends and even Bucky at the tower, you’d finally gained the courage to explain to him why you’d left months ago. The results weren’t at all what you were expecting. Th reunion had all but been a terrible feat. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡🍯

Miracles Summary; hot dogs and the famous Avengers Initiative. What a damn day, huh? [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]💕

Overboard Summary: Bucky throws her overboard after he recaptures her ten years after his imprisonment. (pirate!Bucky x Prisoner!Reader) [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡

Pissed off Paperwork Summary; Bucky isn’t happy with your tardiness (Mafia!bucky, lackey!reader) [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 😡

Please Don't Leave Me Summary: Bucky comes to repair your relationship after the odor of you broke up. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 😡

Poker Face Summary: you discover your friend isn’t as innocent as you thought he may have been [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 😡

Secure the Castle Summary: Bucky’s come home. ] [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡🧐

Soft Mornings Summary: cuddling in bed before you go to work. ] [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 💕🍯

Soft Touches Summary: you’d thought you were alone in the compound until a worried Bucky helps you with an injury ] [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 💕🍯

Talkin' Bout My Girl Summary: Bucky isn’t sure about introducing you to Steve. [POC!reader x bucky] [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 💕

Three Terrible Flaws Summary; 3 reasons you can’t date Bucky barnes 😡 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Trial & Failure Summary: Barnes has to train you for a mission. He’s not happy with the results. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] [TWS x Reader] 😡🧐🤓

Two Times He Kissed Your Forehead...One Time He Didn't Summary: always enjoyed his kisses. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]💕😡

What He Wants Summary; you’re on the way to make money with your friends until your interrupted by the mafia king himself asking questions. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 😡🧐🍯

------STEVE ROGERS----

Nursing the Mafia Summary: You never connected the dots about the family of your patient until one day, the famed mafia lord comes strolling in

A Broken Soldier Summary: Steve breaks up with you [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 😡🍯

All For You Summary: you visit your best friend in prison after he killed your boyfriend. 😡🧐🍯 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Always Be My Baby Summary: you’re afraid to tell steve you’re pregnant. 💕🍯 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

A Trusting Moment Summary: you were working in your dress shop when your favorite pirate comes in for some patch work of his own. Seamstress Reader x Pirate Thief Steve rogers 💕 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Birthdays and Pizza summary: you don’t know what to do for Steve’s birthday. 💕 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Caught Up Summary: Steve knows someone’s after you [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 💕😡

Daddy’s Pissed Summary: Steve comes home from work cheery until he recieves a phone call from work. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡💕🍯

Divorce in the Morning Summary: He never wanted this. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡🍯

Divorce Papers CEO!Steve Rogers x reader Summary: being the wife of a playboy millionaire boy toy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡🍯

Dirty Little Secret Summary: Pretending to be disinterested in your arranged marriage? Easy Peasy lemon Squeezy... right? [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Do You Love Me? Summary: secrets finally came to the surface. 💕😡🍯 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Late Night Escapades Summary: Steve knows he shouldn’t be lays up next to you. But he enjoys your nightly company far too much to leave. 🔥🍯 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Lie to Me Summary: you had no idea what Steve was planning with you. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Not a Love Song Summary: Not all love stories have a happy ending. 😡💕🍯 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

One Life to Live Summary: his life wasn’t always so grim and grotesque. Not when he held you in his arms. Mobster!Steve Rogers 💕🍯 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

One Night Stand Summary: you avoid Steve after having a one night stand with him [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]💕😭🍯

Political Cheats Summary: Steve catches you cheating on him in the shower with your daughter’s teacher [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]😡

Returning Kisses Summary: After one too many nights of hearing Steve bringing home company, you decide you can't take it anymore.[LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]💕😡

Retribution Summary: Steve starts a war in an enemy’s territory Mobster!Steve Rogers 😡 [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] [mafia Steve rogers]

Sleepover Troubles Summary: Steve’s still having nightmares over the death of his daughter. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 😡

Trust Me, Okay? Summary; you were no longer afraid of riding with Steve [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 💕

Unappreciated Summary: Steve leaves you after a long tiring relationship had gone to the gutter. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03] 🔥😡🍯

French Fries and Bruises Summary: Dating the town's playboy wasn't easy. But it was a dream come true for you. After all, who wouldn't want to date the most popular guy in town? He was handsome, and funny, and could be quite the tiger in bed... however, he wasn't exactly an honest man... .you'd only hoped that he would be different with you. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

#steve rogers x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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