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⊹-୨୧-⊹𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⊹-୨୧-⊹
⊹–SUMMARY–⊹ Inexperienced and still freshly-traumatized by his first heartbreak, Steve Rogers decides to finally move away for college after taking two gap years to work, save, and help his Ma around the house. It’ll be good for him. Away from his ex. Away from his hometown. He's excited to finally chase his dreams and begin again as a promising fine arts student at Richards College. Well, almost. Thanks to a generous scholarship spanning the next four years of his life, Steve is required to participate in on-campus Greek life. It’s simple: join a frat. They shouldn't be too intimidating. At least they're not as bad as they are in the movies, right? Right..?
⊹–PAIRINGS–⊹ Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!F!Reader
⊹–WARNINGS–⊹ more to be added as series progresses frat bros being frat bros, sorority sisters being sorority sisters, manipulation, coercion, blackmail, fluff, angst, whump, explicit forced s3xual acts, slow burn, dissociation, nud1ty, dubcon (bordering noncon), forced drvgging, mentions of kidnapping, emotional damage, Steve's just trying his best, Bucky and Sam are major frat bros, Tony and Clint are somewhere I swear The warnings listed here are not exhaustive but generally encapsulate the series as a whole and do not represent every single chapter. Please be mindful and read the chapter warnings!
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The Richards College Playlist
Steve's Playlist
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ALL TIED UP: STEVE'S WEEK
–⊹– One: Saturday, currently.
–⊹– Two: Last Monday.
–⊹– Three: Last Tuesday.
–⊹– Four: Last Wednesday.
–⊹– Five: Last Thursday.
–⊹– Six: Saturday, still.
–⊹– Seven: Last Friday.
–⊹– Eight: Saturday, again.
–⊹– Nine: Saturday, again.
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The Tower - Under the Table
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The Tower - Under the Table
Series Masterlist
Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 4585
Warnings:  smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)
Synopsis:  It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.
Author’s Note:  Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment.  But I am still doing these if you have requests.  This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.
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Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special
Under the Table
In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table.  Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date.  Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.
This one was my birthday.
The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal.  It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.  “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said.  “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”
“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.
“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said.  “Someone else can go.”
“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows.  “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.
“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said.  “I saw this thing…”
“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.
Clint smirked at him.  “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony.  “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing.  Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone.  And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table.  And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them.  Like a Blow Job Roulette.”
“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said.  “Can we?” 
There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.
“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.
“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered. 
“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued.  “You might as well start down there.”
I laughed.  The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any.  “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table.  Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down.  Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts.  It was quite a sight under the table.  Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread.  Some of the men were already half-hard.  I looked around, picking my target.
Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most.  She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up.  Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.
I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs.  She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit.  I wondered what she looked like right now.  How she was hiding what was happening.  If she was hiding it.  From where I was, it seemed so obvious.  Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward.  I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs.  I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.
I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it.  She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”
“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.
“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said.  “Now under the table.”
I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table.  I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while.  I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.
All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded.  “No powers!”
She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing.  “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.
“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.
It took a really long time before the next person became clear.  I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony.  Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation.  It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.
“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him.  “It’s you!”
“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips.  “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”
“Hey now,” Steve said.  “You can wait like the rest of us.”
Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth.  “Jesus,” he cursed.  “Tony was a terrible choice.”
“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt.  “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”
“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.
Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy.  I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.
“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.
“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”
“You little…!” Natasha scolded.  “That was evil!”
Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out.  “That was awesome,” he said.  “Now what?  Do all of you have to get under the table?”
“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked.  “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”
“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said.  “If she can guess, then they can make her come.  If not, she just gets edged.”
“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.
I nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”
“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said.  “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”
Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube.  What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube.  Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.
Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table.  “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.
Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra.  I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside.  Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision.  When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.
I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table.  They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves.  There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.
My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me.  Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.
There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit.  They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work.  I could feel the scratch of their beard.  Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue.  It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me.  I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor.  The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.
“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.
A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard.  I nearly came just from that.
“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”
“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.
“Don’t worry, lover.  I will,” Thor said.
He was good to his word.  He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it.  Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control.  It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.
“Fucking hell!” I cried out.
“Damn, Thor,” Sam said.  “That had to be some kind of record.”
“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.
There was only a short wait for the next person to move up.  It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky.  This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them.   He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles.  There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.
“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.
“What the fuck?” Tony cursed.  “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”
“I know you all too well,” I moaned.  “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”
“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.
Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially.  He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it.  As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it.  The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast.  His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight.  Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.
My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.
Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.
I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away.  I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place.  Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two.  I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out.  I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha.  Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.
“Natasha!” I said quickly.
She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me.  I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back.  “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.
Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it.  She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit.  It was intense.  I couldn’t focus.  Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.
When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table.  It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.
“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”
I wasn’t so sure.  In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there.  Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.
The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had.  There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.
Finally, it clicked into place.  No metal hand.  That cut out Bucky.  Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven.  Which just left Tony and Sam.  I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.
“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said.  “This is truly impressive.”
“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.
“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.
Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.
He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me.  As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.  I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast.  I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.
Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft.  “Oh god, Sam.  Please…”  I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.  I just knew I needed something.  More, harder, slow down, be gentle.  Or maybe just to stop.
His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more.  He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.
“Good girl,” Sam praised.  “There we go.”
He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table.  “You still okay?” he asked.
I nodded and made an incoherent sound.  He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips.  “Elise, are you sure?”
I nodded again.  “Yeah.  I can do this.”
He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit.  Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it.  “Bucky,” I said.
He laughed. “Damn it.  I was trying not to give it away.”
“That’s what gave it away,” I said.
“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.
He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me.  He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep.  I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix.  “Bucky,” I whined.
“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit.  He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.
I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could.  “Bucky,” I moaned.  “Kiss me.”
He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips.  I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.
He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together.  Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him.  As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four.  It wound around me like a warm blanket.  I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely.  It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms.  He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.
When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me.  “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.
Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.
“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded.  “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”
I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”
He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan.  It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs.  They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately.  They laughed.
“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.
“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you.  I just had plans to go to town on you.”
“Mean,” he said, reaching for him.  “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”
“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt.  “It’s coming and so will you be.”
I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me.  He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me.  I cried out and reached above my head.  Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.
He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had.  He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me.  “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table.  My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding.  It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me.  Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.
It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him.  “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.
Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did.  “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.
He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away.  A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.
I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.
“Wanda,” I said.
She giggled.  “I knew there was no point trying to trick you.  But lucky you, now you get your prize.”
She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg.  It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.
I whined, squirming on the table.  I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.
“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.
She giggled again, but things started to get more focused.  It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased.  Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me.  My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit.  I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.
It started to feel like some kind of torture.  I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge.  “Please.  Please, Wanda.  I need … I need…”
“Yes, Elly?” she asked.
“I need to come,” I wailed.
A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table.  It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.
When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.
“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed.  “That was impressive.”
“Two more left, El,” Steve said.  “You sure you’ve got them in you?”
I nodded slowly.  “Think so.”
Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs.  It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs.  His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit.  There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away.  I really had no idea who was touching me.
I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes.  Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular.  That didn’t exactly narrow it down either.  And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.
“Steve?” I asked.
“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked. 
“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.
Some of the group started clapping.  “Well done, that’s all of you.  How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.
I nodded emphatically.  “Please.”
Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt.  I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me.  He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.
I gasped and arched my back.  As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast.  The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.
“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.
“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied.  “You want to see?”
I nodded.  “Please.”
The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me.  I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in.  Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me.  Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock.  Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me.  The others were spaced around the table.  Most just watching.  Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.
Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm.  Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely.  But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.
She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure.  I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table.  I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment.  Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too.  Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me.  Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.
I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm.  Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.
That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood.  “Okay.  How about we clean up here and head downstairs?  I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.” 
Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me.   He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.
I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”
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Meet more of the family, Miss Stark & The Youngest Barnes | Marvel OC
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Liv Stark ⌚️
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Full name: Olivia Charlotte Stark-Vega
Nicknames: Liv, Vi, Lottie, Lola, Clary, Char, Charlie, Miss Vega, Snark Central
Age range: 5-18
Height: 5’1
Relationship status: Single
Background: American with Peruvian, Polish and Italian descent
Father: Anthony Stark
Godmother: Elizabeth Stark
Godfather: Jason Underwood
Brother & Sister: Rei and Morgan Stark
Step-mom: Pepper Potts
Uncles: James Rhodes, Happy Hogan & rest of The Avengers
Abilities: A bit of geek and hacker due to her love of technology, basic hand to hand combat since she enjoys boxing and her witty personality. She’s young so she hasn’t gotten plenty of skills yet.
Personality: Liv has a smart touch, gentle soul, sweet, charming and easy going. She is a bit of a bitchy girl and stubborn about everything she does. If she wants to do something, she will probably sneak out to get it done. She got a some of anxiety and a nervous twitch (which would grow over the years since Liv is afraid of being alone and in the dark about a lot of things), this creeping fear and sadness that will take over her if not careful.
- However Liv is very accident prone, she’s always getting hurt one way or another, giving everyone an heart attack since the age of 9 since she’s always been a active little girl. So in result she give Tony and something for Rei to roll his eyes about.
- From an young age, she has always been into tech, jewelry and over all. Wanting to build and grow a her own little things, she was a Stark it’s a given! She watched a lot of movies so she got creative with her ideas.
- Random fun fact, one of her favorite movies is 10 Things I Hate About You, just because she likes Kat Stratford’s aesthetic and attitude. But it’s many Action Movies and Rom-Coms that she will watch with Pepper, that she enjoyed. It’s where she gets her inspiration for things.
- She adored the idea staying in the lab, tinkering and cleaning up the inventions that were made. She practically lived in there, staying home to help and learn. It caused never want to leave that house in general, having a bit of mouth on her after hearing the adults always speak their minds (so don’t be surprised this girl start rambling and throws out whatever bullshit that appears in her thoughts), but it allowed her to be a safe within those four walls.
- It didn’t take long for her to start filling up a notebook with designs on how to incorporate technology into fine jewelry (aka The Stark Watch, necklaces to tracking and security measures, bracelets to be use for defense purposes and rings can be transformed into gauntlet). 
- She’s always been bit of business women! Wanting to create products to help people, keeping an eye on things from behind the scenes, represent and model for Stark industries and such. 
- But she was still so young, so her parents and siblings didn’t want her to grow up so soon in the spotlight of it. She’s a kid! And she understood that, it bothered her but she understood why. So she stays hoping her time could come where she can help out the group.
—> Because little did she know that theses little gadgets and gizmos that would be incorporated into the ideas her father and older brother would use as fashion purposes in the future with their own suits. Aka they’re Iron Man suits!
—> I know you may be wondering about her family life, well Liv raised well per say. She had to move around a lot as a child, especially since Tony never wanted the public attention to be on her just yet and her mother wasn’t sure that she would taken care of. It took convincing from Pepper and Jason to let her stay home with them, so everything was fine after that.
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Her relationship with her father was an nice one. When it comes to parenting his kids, Tony was a rather dramatic, embarrassingly loud at times, a little cocky and stubborn parent per day, so it’s a bit difficult to get him to calm down and talk softly with him. Tony cares a lot about his children, having Rei and Liv to take care of but he was always busy with the company having to arrive home late, events he had to attend and ending up being tired.
Other than that, he tried to make time for his son and daughter, bringing them to the lab and everywhere he could. Even if he got in trouble afterwards. Tony always tries to inspire his daughter to do what she loves and experience things, be caring, make sure she was alright too and etc. But they make it work!
Ohh, did I forget to mention how annoying and protective Tony can be as a parent? He will take everything very seriously or not serious at all, acting out if something goes wrong and he tends to be questioning his motives. Even blaming himself if something bad were to happen to his family. Tell Tony Stark you have a crush? He sends JARVIS to keep an eye on you. Ask Tony for something like a new backpack for school? He buys you something else.
In his defense, he does everything with so much love (even if he doesn’t always portray it in the best way).
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Her relationship with Rei however—you wouldn’t think it but rather wholesome, since she’s the little sister he never exactly wanted. They were completely opposite to one another, he’s grumpy and she’s easygoing, he rather work alone in silence and she rather work with music blasting and etc. But as much as Rei may be annoyed and want to throw his little sister out of the house, deep down he cares about her, even though he didn’t show it to her very often and he’s very protective of her ever since he was a child.
Rei and their father, always trying to keep Liv out of harms way and safe at home. Even if they tend to fail at times.
Since Tony was always busy, Rei tends to be one to look out for Liv and keep her in check, being her personal bodyguard for everything she does. If it was up to him, Rei would wrap his baby sister in bubble wrap and not let her leave the house!!
When they were kids (and even now) Liv would follow Rei wherever he went and wanting to copy him, be like her big brother because he always around the corner with something snarky to say to her and a huge potty mouth (it resulted in her having a huge attitude as well). She will always be the one to encourage Rei’s designs for suits and talk to dad about something.
He talks and she will absolutely love to listen to him (even if 85% of the time she has no idea what he’s talking, cause he’s smarter than her at a lot of things.)
Sometimes you will find Liv in a moody way shutting everyone out of her room and just curled up in a ball, similar to brother and to be honest, it concerns Rei a bit when it happens. But he would probably try to snap her out of it, even not he will let her be in her moody moments. He knows how it is
At the end of the day, no matter how different they were with one another and the paths they choose, they cared in their own way. Even if when they’re public, they act like they don’t know one another.
—> As for her relationship with the Avengers and Young Avengers! Ooof let’s stick to first impressions, shall we?
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She met all of them when she just a child, joining Rei and Tony on a simple basis day with the group. She first started watching her father talking with Bruce Banner, and she took a liking to him very much seeing how nice, gentle and reserved he can be. But there an edge to him, that she found to be cool.
As for when she met Rick, it was when him and Rei were chatting. Her first impression of him, to her the young man is that he looked like a old school Disney Channel Star with a nice smile and warmth, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
So when she saw Bruce, Rick, Rei and Tony all work together in their own separate labs blasting music so loudly..the only thing Vi said, “Oh no, there’s 4 of them!”
When she met Natasha, she just cool and rather chill per say acting like the nonsense agent with a soft side. Romanoff’s daughter on the other hand, she was just curious about her and Vi liked that.
Same thing goes for Clint and his daughter, they were just cool people. She was always amazed with the skills they had, and a part of her always knew that Clint Barton was a family man. And she was right, when they appeared at the Barton’s Barn years later.
Meira and Luna were just so relaxed, gentle and sweet girls. She adored how they acted with their teammates and siblings, especially Meira since she was a little sister just like her. Sweet and snarky.
Ethan was just super chill and suspicious of everything, Rei didn’t like him and carried Vi alway from from very quickly. Cole was just so mischievous, snarky smile and tossing jokes every day, making Vi laugh or snort. But a part of her respected him greatly, cause she heard he was VERY powerful.
Liane, well she didn’t like her right away. She annoyed Olivia very quickly and she sent painful glared toward the girl who tried to make friends with her. After a while she softened toward Ms Felton, but it took a long time cause she saw Rei didn’t like her either.
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Daphnia Barnes-Wilson 🪫
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Full name: Daphnia Ramona Wilson-Barnes 
Nicknames: Daphne, Nia, Daph, DD, Sparky, Daffy, Fifi, Birdie,
Other name while on the run: Davina, Robin
Age range: 7–20
Height: 5’7
Relationship status: Single
Parents: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson
Background: American with Mexican and Chilean Origin
Aunt: Sarah Wilson
Uncle: Steve Rogers
Sister: Laurie Wilson
Brother: Benjamin Barnes
Abilities: Marksmanship and Acrobatics, having took some gymnastics classes. She’s also a bit of a fast learner so she’s fluent in English, Spanish, Russian, Portuguese and some French.
Personality: Gentle, a little broken due to being let down a lot in life, warm-hearted, clumsy, a bit shy and humorous at times. But if she’s anything like her fathers, she’s stubborn enough, a little self-sacrificing, and willingly to help no matter what.
- Sam and Bucky have been together for a while now, since their chemistry was a challenging one it always hard to settle down and figure out what they want. However a house, family and future for their kids was always one of them.
- They already had Laurie and Benjamin, so they thought two kids was enough as it is. But things took a small turn when they stumble at a orphanage in Brazil for a mission and met this no named little girl who gave both of them the most honest smile.
- Sam has always been one to have a big heart, so wanting a big family was always part of that. So his heart spoke before his words ever could, wanting to adopt her. Bucky Barnes on the other hand was a little hesitant—well more like worried—about the whole thing, he always wanted a little piece of normalcy and he got it with Sam and their kids. But adding a 3rd? That was a lot of responsibility, but he caved as soon as he hung out with the girl.
- To be honest, they saw a bit of themselves in her. So she was adopted when she less than 10 years old and brought into a family of oddly comforting heroes. They named gave her a name and did everything they could to make her feel comfortable. Welcomed.
—> So Davina (or Daphne) as they called her grow up with her parents and siblings. As loved as she was, she always felt alone and feared that it will all be taken away from her. Especially with the fact that her parents were heroes themselves, there was always a chance that they can end up hurt or worse, if not careful.
- But Bucky always made sure to tell her and every single one of his children, “Don’t worry, I’ll always come back home to you guys, no matter how long it takes.” And Sam would tell them, “You’re our kids, we will always love you and be there to tuck you in bed whenever we can.”
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- Sometimes they would be gone for 2-3 days, maybe a week or a whole month leaving the kids in care of family and friends. Laurie was the oldest of the siblings, so they could handle themselves very well and or sneak off to join the fight ending with them in trouble. Benjamin being the second oldest, so he rather stay behind during the fight and stay with his sisters and friends.
- Speaking of fights and travel, when if plenty say battle isn’t place for children. Sometimes Sam and Bucky had no choice but to bring there kids with them to places like Wakanda, Stark Tower, France and or let’s say Germany for instance. Even though it was a hassle to bring children along for the ride, it was an interesting learning experience and a way to test out their kids
- And to be honest, Daph and her siblings enjoy it a little too much. Cracking jokes, running around, exploring different places and meeting interesting people, and creating new ideas among one another. It was a field trip for them sometimes.
-> And if your wondering, yes Daphnia is team #HateJohnWalker! When she found out, she was ready to take her baseball bat and wack his head with it, demanding the Shield back with a glare. Bucky couldn’t be more prouder of her in that moment laughing, meanwhile Sam rolled his eyes unable to believe what he heard.
- Random fun fact, she played baseball before she was ever adopted and had really good aim, depending on where she was hitting. It was a trait her siblings carried on as well, especially Benjamin even if he was more reserved one, he had a great aim.
- She always loved any sport that involves movement and play, soccer being one of them (since she lived in Brazil for a while). She liked to think she was rather talented when it came to that, even if she was a problem when it came to being around other kids, having a small temper and glaring at other people. Mainly, it was her insecurity that she hid underneath her own glares. 
- Matter a fact all the kids were talented in their own way ever since they were younger. Daphne when she was very little, believed at the time that she didn’t have any good talents and wasn’t as smart enough as it is. Until Sam took her out to the shopping and noticed that she stopped in front of small gymnastics building with wide eyes, softly grinning at the sight. She pleaded for him to let her walk in and see the girls, he nodded letting her watch. As she did, Daph realized she wanted to join in on the fun and dance as well. Sam couldn’t stop himself and called Bucky for his opinion on it.
- She started her classes soon enough and enjoyed it for the most part, her body was rather sore after some classes. So she wasn’t too happy about that part. When Bucky told Nat about it, the Russian spy came in shocked and said, “If she wanted to learn some acrobatics, why didn’t you come to me or Lydia? Barton would’ve showed her!” 
- Bucky just rolled his eyes and replied, “Cause she wanted that to be her own thing. And it doesn’t hurt to have some normalcy around her, Romanoff. I think it’s a good thing..” And Bucky was right about that, since he loved seeing his husband and children happy, enjoying themselves and having a break from the hero world. Hell, he goes to every talent show, buys items needed and participates in whatever is needed. Even if he’s not too happy about it at first.
- Of course as much as acrobatics were her own thing and all she ever wanted to do, so she can have that skill set. That didn’t stop the idea of having good marksmanship in her left corner, she was already good with a baseball bat and Bucky was more than happy to show the basics of how to hold/use a gun to his kids. Sam wasn’t too pleased about that idea though saying, “They’re too young!”
- And to be honest, Daph was pretty good with a gun. Swinging it swiftly and tossing the gun in her hands, holding it up to her target (which was an old target board hanging outside nearby the trees). However that didn’t mean she didn’t play around with the gun at first, holding in her hands and pretending to be a spy. “Barnes, but you can call Agent Daphnia Wilson, at your service.” She said with a giggle, humoring herself.
- Daph was always a little silly, cocky and daring. Not thinking first and asking questions later kinda gal—oops! So it lead her to getting in trouble sometimes, breaking certain curfews if she out at the movies with a friend (like with one of the young avengers), being a little lazy about things and running away from her problems like a champ. But by the end of the day, she was good girl.
-> Speaking of Young Avengers and Older Avengers. You’re probably wondering who’s her favorites are and first impression were of the teams huh? Well, here are your answers.
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Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were a given to being liked by her, due to her parents being friends with them. I mean come on, they are basically Captain America, The Black Widow and the rest of Cap’s Quarter.
Moving down the list Thor was always a silly man to her, hearing stories how he speaks in old English and is very noble when it comes to the things that he does. According to the stories from Sam, he was a rather loud fella with a good heart.
Clint Barton, she took a liking too finding his simple ways of life and honest charm to be a nice thing to see. Plus Clint has a similar murder stare to Bucky, so it was funny to see their resting faces when they’re in the same room together.
The man, the myth, the legend himself (or that’s at least what people like to say) Tony Stark was always one of a kind. She was very nervous to meet all of The Avengers, one of them being Stark having seen how the persona he displayed on TV screens and the stories. But in reality, Tony was just a genius goof with snarky humor, so it lighten up her mood.
It was like Bruce Banner sensed her nervousness from a mile away since she appeared in The Tower. He noticed the child behind Sam Wilson holding her jacket, leaned down to her level to kindly introduce himself to the girl and watching parents reactions. Soon enough, with Bucky leaning against the wall with a nod of encouragement, Daph started talking to Bruce with such softness and gentleness.
As for the rest of them, she met them some time later. The Young Avengers. She met the Stark siblings, Rei wasn’t in the lightest mood having no like the idea of meeting Barnes or Wilson’s kids but Olivia gave her a warm welcome and waved at her before rushing off to meet her friends at the mall.
Natasha Romanoff’s daughter Rochelle was kind enough to show her and her siblings around, chatting with them knowing it felt to be the new kids. Daph liked her reddish hair and kind smile.
Liane was something else, having been on a rambling mess when she met Daph and trying to figure out what to do with her plans. Laurie laughed as her sister snicker at the blonde, meanwhile Benji just rolled his eyes confused wanting to get away from there.
Meira was and will always be a delight to meet, since Daphnia met her that same week in The Tower’s kitchen and taste testing her new batch of cookies. They were delicious.
Speaking of food, when Daphnia met Rick she got the same warmth and kindness she remembered from being Bruce. But this time it involved snacks and jokes around his week at The Tower, she was all ears listening to him as they entered the kitchen to find some chicken nuggets.
Cole and Luna, it was more magic and fun spells when she came to see them. The two were casting some spills, when she got caught in one of them being turned into a little mouse by accident. Cole laughed as Luna worried, but they turned her back to normal soon enough.
Ethan was the 3rd sibling she met, and she thanked all the Stars and Stripes that it was a simple meeting. He was watching a movie, being Monsters Inc. when she met him the guy joining The Young Avengers for a movie night.
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Fate is a strange thing - MCU Bucky Barnes fanfic
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!NOTE!: ABO universe/themes, inspiration from MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE franchise, Bucky Barnes x OC (Theo) male character x potentially others
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Theo sighed for the hundredth time that day, they were out in public and Bucky had the balls to expose their relationship by burying that nose of his against Theo’s scent gland, the sun had long since fallen and people scattered back into their homes, but that didn’t mean no one was watching. Theo gives the cheeky Alpha a brief glare while pushing his face away, but Bucky only responds to him with the characteristic ‘charming’ smile, the very same one which usually wooed all the ladies near his person. However, Theo was not only a man, but he was more than used to Bucky’s flirtatious methods and clingy attachment to his person.
And it was all for good reason. Bucky knew since the day he met Theo when they were kids, that this man with the honey golden eyes littered with orange specks (an eye colour unique to Theo alone), with the smell just shy of the typical overbearing sweetness of an Omega, and a heart of gold behind a frankly transparent uncaring attitude- this boy needed to be his in any way that was possible. It didn’t matter that the both of the were men, but it was a difficult secret to hide from the rest of the world.
“Focus.” Theo reminds, snapping Bucky from his lovestruck expression and earning a nod, still adorning that charming smile on the sergeant’s face.
Coming to an abbrupt stop, Theo scrunches his nose a little, a sharp inhale following as a particular scent invaded Theo’s rather sensitive nose, he looked to his partner and gave Bucky a knowing look.
“Let me guess…Steve?” Bucky sighs, the smile finally leaving his face at the thought of the troublesome Alpha-dud. “That guy, I swear.” Bucky grumbles, “Lead the way.”
Theo rolled his eyes at Bucky’s change of attitude, but followed his sensitive Omega nose down a few streets and to the right- into a dark alleyway. Bucky instinctually moved in front of Theo in an attempt to protect him and make him feel secure and safe, but it didn’t have much of an affect when Theo himself was of the same muscle mass, though he appreciated the effort despite being the tallest between the two. Though in saying that, the hidden claiming mark between his shoulder blades throbbed at Bucky’s action in a lower purr.
He’d be able to fight just as well as Bucky, but a small smile still grew on his face at the funny Alpha’s move to protect him. It was a nice thought, Theo supposed.
“You just don’t know when to give up, do you?” An unknown voice chimed, confidence radiating from his words alone. He was no doubt an arrogant drunk Alpha just by the man’s tone, yet alone the disgusting smell of his drunk scent.
“I can do this all day.” Steve mutters, taking another solid hit to the face as the stranger attacks him.
“Hey! Pick on someone your own size.” Bucky voices, standing tall and proud, the embodiment of an Alpha.
The stranger clicks his tongue in aggravation, forgetting Steve in seconds to instead swing his fist toward Bucky. Bucky however, twists the man around skilfully before kicking him to the ground and motioning for the now frightened drunk to leave.
He does so without a moment’s hesitation, earning a low chuckle from Theo.
Theo then quickly approaches Steve’s side in seconds, fingers delicately brushing against Steve’s wounded and bruised face, Theo frowns at the damage, a saddened sigh leaving his lips. Steve glanced away, ashamed of being the cause to the disappointed sigh, much less from his packmates (even if not technically true, Bucky and Theo made it abundantly clear that the dud was stuck with them).
“Sometimes, I think you like getting punched.” Bucky comments, swinging his arm over Steve’s shoulder.
“I had him on the ropes.” Steve states with confidence, holding his head high. Moving away from Steve, Bucky picks up a discarded parchment from the cold and wet concrete of the alley. It was an enlistment form.
“How many times is this?” Bucky questions, raising an eyebrow. He then reads over the paper in his hands, snorting at the information. “Oh, you’re from Paramus now? You know it’s illegal to lie on the enlistment form.” Bucky rambles with a sigh.
“And seriously, Jersey?” Theo adds, a frown on his face.
“You two get your orders?” Steve changes the subject, looking at both their uniforms.
“The one-o-seventh. Sergeant James Barnes and Medical Officer Theo King. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow.” Bucky chimed with a grin, pulling Theo back to his side, in-between Steve and himself. Steve gave them a tight smile, they looked so perfect and happy, ready to serve their country in war.
“I should be going.” Steve grumbles.
Bucky shakes his head, “Come on, man. It’s our last night! Gotta get you cleaned up.”
“Why? Where are we going?” Steve asks, confusion on his face.
“The future.” Bucky answers, handing Steve a newspaper article, on it is the ad for the World Exposition Of Tomorrow.
“Come on, Stevie. Let’s get you cleaned up back at the nest.” Theo suggested, a rare but charming smile of his own on display for the dud.
..
The ‘nest’ as Theo called it was more like an assortment of blanket’s and pillows on the ground, two thin-cheap mattresses underneath. All Omega’s have a nest, it brings them comfort and security as it’s their most sacred place. It’s where they raise their pups. But for this rag-tag group, it works just fine as a regular bed to sleep in.
Although it smelt mostly of subtle Theo’s Vanilla bean scent, there was still the faint smell of Bucky’s cinnamon as well. Steve often found himself wondering what his own scent would of smelt like if he wasn’t an Alpha-dud. Strong and powerful? Seductive and safe like leather? Or warm and calm, like apple pie?
Dressing Steve up, Bucky didn’t waste time in grabbing the two and dragging them all the way to the Stark Expo. The child-like wonder Bucky had on his face had Theo show that small smile again, Steve however just looked uncomfortable. Most people weren’t as accepting of duds as Theo and Bucky were, to some they smelt rotten and to others it was a curse.
Theo gave the odd Alpha a reassuring smile, placing an arm around his shoulder and pulling the small man to his side. Bucky smiled at the two as he returned from the food vendor with a carton of popcorn.
“Shall we?” Bucky inquired with an excited glint in his eyes as he led the two toward the Expo’s stage.
Music began playing as the stage lights up, an Announcer introduces the show with an unnatural energy in his voice. He seemed a little fed up with introducing the same show over and over.
“Welcome to the Modern Marvels Pavilion and the World of Tomorrow. A greater world. A better world.”
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Steve felt himself being pushed backwards as the crowd squeezed themselves closer to the stage with excitement and uncaring for those around them. However, without warning the sudden pressure was gone and Theo draped his arms over Steve’s shoulders, looking up at the stage with a similar excitement in his unique almost electric blue orbs.
Steve let out a small breath of relief as Theo shuffled him to stand at the front, sacrificing his own body to be on the receiving end of all the pushes and shoves.
Most would probably just assume Theo was an Alpha anyway, all the mixing of scents made it incredibly hard to identify anyone’s sub-gender- Theo’s unusual body build just made stranger’s have a harder time trying to categorise him. Besides, Theo’s scent was so subtle that it was only if your nose was against his skin, that you could detect that addicting smell identifying him as Omega. Though of course, Bucky was incredibly sensitive to Theo’s smell as his Alpha- a connection Steve would never understand as a dud.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Howard Stark!” A woman cheers, ushering the famous Stark onto the stage. Howard enters with a wide obnoxious smile, kissing the female announcer before pushing her away. Very old-school Alpha.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even have to touch the ground at all.” Howard inquires, and a few female Beta’s wearing velvet blue, red and white American coloured dresses help take the wheels from a car on stage.
“Yes. Thanks, Ladies.” Howard tips his head at the lady helpers, “With Stark robotic reversion technology, you’ll be able to do just that.” He turns on the switch to his machine and the car starts to magically hover off the ground. Everyone is silent and wide-eyed at the display.
“Holy cow.” Bucky murmurs in amazement.
Without warning the mechanisms holding the car in the air start to malfunction and the car falls back onto the stage.
“I did say a few years, didn’t I?” Howard chuckles, the crowd laughs.
“Hey, Steve, what do you say we…” Bucky pauses as he sees the empty space in front of Theo. Theo follows his gaze, a surprised expression on his face as he realises Steve managed to slip from Theo’s arms without him noticing.
Looking around, the two of them push against the flow of the crowd in order to reach the recruitment/ enlisting office, where no doubt Steve had wandered off to. Theo’s keen sense of smell only confirmed their suspicions as they escaped from the large crowd, making it easier to track that almost rotten scent of Steve’s.
With their uniforms still on, Bucky and Theo received a few head nods and smiles as they moved around the recruitment centre with ease. Bucky sighed as he saw Steve standing on the height measurement scale. Standing in front of a mirror but he’s far too short to fill out the body projected.
“Come on.” Bucky ushered, guiding Steve toward the exit of the centre. “You’re kind of missing the point of a pack activity. We were going to go dancing.”
Steve shakes his head, “You two go ahead. I’ll catch up with you.” Steve states, his eyes drifting back to the centre.
“You’re really gonna do this again?” Bucky sighed.
“Well, it’s a fair. I’m gonna try my luck.” Steve shrugs.
“As who?” Bucky lightly snaps, “Steve from Ohio? They’ll catch you. Or worse, they’ll actually take you.” Bucky ends, his voice softening as Steve’s eyes drift to the ground.
“Look, I know you two don’t think I can do this.” Steve states, his quiet voice cracking slightly.
“This isn’t a back alley, Steve.” Theo adds, his eyes sympathetic.
“It war!” Bucky corrects.
“I know it’s a war. You don’t have to tell me.” Steve states.
“Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs.” Bucky inquires, raising an accusing eyebrow.
“What am I gonna do? Collect scrap metal…” Steve trails off.
“Yes!” Bucky exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. His frustration was beginning to effect the strangers around him as he unknowingly was emitting his scent in strong waves- trying to get Steve to submit to his ideals.
“…in my little red wagon.” Steve finishes his sentence.
“Why not?” Bucky asks, worry in his expression.
“I’m not gonna sit in a factory, Bucky.” Steve mumbles.
“I don’t…” Bucky trails off as Theo gives his shoulder a squeeze, Bucky looks around him, noticing the wary strangers walking around their small pack. He sighs, reaching up to squeeze Theo’s hand in reassurance. Calming him also in the process, his scent thinning out.
“Buck, come on!” Steve pleads, “There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That’s what you don’t understand. This isn’t about me.” Steve states with strong conviction. A sad smile makes its way onto Theo’s face.
“Right. Cause you got nothing to prove.” Bucky mumbles.
“Come on, Sarge. Aren’t we going dancing?” Theo voices, giving a nod to Steve. Steve’s eyes widen in surprise at Theo’s sudden change of thought, he returns the nod discretely while Bucky looks Theo’s way.
“Yeah, yeah.” Bucky rolls his eyes, “Don't do anything stupid until we get back.” Bucky orders Steve.
Steve grins, “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”
“You’re a punk.” Bucky states shaking his head, leading himself and Theo away from the centre.
“Jerk.” Steve mutters, “Be careful. Don’t win the war till I get there!” He calls out to them. Theo looks back at Steve, waving him off, Steve rolls his eyes returning to the recruitment centre’s entrance.
“Sounds like they’re playing our song.” Bucky comments with a cheeky smile. Theo hits his shoulder lightly.
“You say that all the time.” Theo retorts, pressing his lips to Bucky’s before the Alpha could respond. Bucky smiled into the kiss, rocking them side-to-side as the music guided his steps. Lost in a little corner of the dancing hall, away from prying eyes.
“You know…” Bucky starts, “I’m beginning to think you’re not on my side anymore.”
Theo hums, allowing the Alpha to finally dig his nose against Theo’s neck and draw in as much of that vanilla scent as the sergeant wanted.
“I’m sorry…” Theo trailed off, “I know it’s a bad idea- it’s just…”
Bucky pulls away, a concerned expression littering his face, “What? What is it?”
Theo shakes his head, “I know it sounds crazy, but- I swore I saw Sarah right besides him.”
Bucky blinks at the unexpected answer before chuckling, “You are crazy.”
Theo scowls playfully, “Careful choosing your next words, Barnes, I’m not above giving you a concussion.”
Bucky hums, hugging the tall Omega even closer to his person, “That must make me even crazier for loving you.”
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Blinking his eyes sluggishly open, Theo groaned at the throbbing of his skull, trying to rub his forehead which seemed to be the source of his irritation. However, his arms did nothing of the sort- instead it sent Theo into panic as he took in his surroundings. Arm and legs strapped to a metal table, Theo’s memory snapped into place as he remembered the mission his squadron was sent on.
“Awake, I see?” A voice chimed. “You know, I’ve never come across someone an Omega as extraordinary as you. You’re quite the anomaly.”
Theo’s head snapped toward the direction the voice emitted from and he glared at the short Beta speaking to him. “Let me out of here!” Theo hissed, pulling at the restrains tying him down.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You’re far too intriguing for me to simply throw away.” The Dr. stated, “For whatever reason, you were born bigger and stronger than the average Omega. Thankfully for me- it means you are far more resistant than all the others. Your body has already accepted the serum-“
“Where’s Bucky?!” Theo interrupted.
The Dr. hummed, “Sergeant Barnes. Your Alpha?” Zola inquired. Theo snarled at the short man.
“If you hurt a hair on his head-“
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” Zola stated, adding to the notebook in his hands.
“Sedate him. Let’s move him to the main lab, there seems to be something else inside him which-“ An explosion goes off, shaking the building and Zola cuts himself short before pressing his lips together. “Get him out of here. Evacuate him now. I need him.”
..
“Did it hurt?” Bucky voices randomly, stumbling behind Steve on his own. Slowly regaining his consciousness, but his focus was mainly on the fact Steve was so damn tall all of a sudden, and smelling like apple pie.
“A little.” Steve shrugged, looking down the hallway and checking the coast.
“Is it permanent?” Bucky asks.
“So far.” Steve answers, motioning for Bucky to follow.
At the sight of Zola, Bucky growls, unable to stop himself as rage filled his person. “Where is he?” He yells.
Zola gives him a crooked smirk, “Alive.” Was all he said.
“Captain America! How Exciting! I’m a great fan of your films. So Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still impressive.” Johann rants, head of Hydra.
Steve punches him in the face without hesitation. “You’ve got no idea”
“Haven’t I?” Johann leaps forward, aiming a punch at Steve but the Captain protects himself with his shield. As they fight, Zola pulls a leaver and the catwalk they are standing on retracts to either side, separating them both.
“No matter what lies Erskine told you, you see I was his greatest success!” Johann exclaims, peeling off the skin on his face to reveal that he is the Red Skull.
“You don’t have one of those, do you?” Bucky asks quietly.
“You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind. Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!” The Red Skull states, stepping into an elevator with Zola at his side.
Despite Johann’s words, one major difference between them was Steve’s Apple Pie scent. The Red Skull smelt like nothing. He was no longer an Alpha. He indeed, like he said, had left his humanity behind.
“Then how come you’re running?” Steve argues as the elevator door closes. Sighing, the Captain directs Bucky to the stairs, “Come on, let’s go. Up.”
Steve and Bucky find a beam that’d get them to the other side of the Hydra base, toward the way out. If they want to escape, they had no other option but to cross.
“Let’s go. One at a time.” Steve advises, letting Bucky go first. Bucky reaches the other side but the metal beam collapses afterward, leaving Steve stranded.
“Gotta be a rope or something!” Bucky yells to Steve over the sound of the roaring fire of explosions beneath them.
“Just go! Get out of here!” Steve shouts back.
“No! Not without you!” Bucky states, and Steve sprints to the edge, jumping over the chasm of flames.
~
Returning to camp, cheers surrounded the survivors of the one-o-seven. It should be a time to celebrate, and for Steve’s sake it definitely was, but Bucky could only hope he’d be able to return Steve’s smile when he faced him next, despite how fake it would be.
But when Steve did, when Steve turned his head to his side, looking down at the now shorter Alpha- his smile vanished in seconds. Bucky had lost Theo, obviously there was still hope for the Omega. He was alive, Zola had said so himself. But what did that mean? What did that mean for Theo?
Bucky’s expression was dull, he looked like he barely had a will to continue. Bucky’s bright blue eyes, Theo often described them as diamonds- had shattered, they were now a shadowed grey, lifeless.
Steve felt conflicted. As a Alpha-dud, his pack was with Bucky and Theo. Normally he’s consider Theo his Omega as well, but with his sudden development into an Alpha- Steve felt that Peggy was now his Omega, his pack.
Although he never claimed Theo, the Omega’s neck still had Bucky’s bite. They had a connection Steve never understood. They could read each other and speak without words. Even feel each other’s pain to an extent.
Steve didn’t know what to do, Bucky would never return to his previous self unless they found Theo alive and returned to the camp, Steve had heard of stories about Alpha who’d lost their counterpart- none of them ended well.
..
Steve joins Bucky at the bar counter, the background was filled with everyone’s singing of joy. Bucky however looked like death himself, skin pale and with more than his usual stack of alcoholic beverages in front of him.
“See?” Bucky slurred, a smile on his face as he looked at Steve. But it didn’t reach his eyes. “I told you. They’re all idiots.”
“How about you?” Steve asked softly, still not used to acting or behaving like an Alpha. “You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”
Bucky snorts as he chugs another glass empty. “Hell no. That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb to run away from a fight. I’m following him.” Bucky stated, leaning heavily against the table top. “But you’re keeping the outfit, right?”
“You know what? It’s kind of growing on me.” Steve replies.
The singing in the bar stops as Peggy rounds the bar in a tight fitting, deep-red dress heading straight toward Steve. Both Steve and Bucky stand up in acknowledgement.
“Captain.” Peggy greets, Bucky sniffles his nose at her scent. After bonding with Theo, all the other Omega’s smelt too sweet or not sweet enough.
“Agent Carter.” Steve responds with a small smile.
“Ma’am.” Bucky nods.
“Howard has some equipment for you to try. Tomorrow morning?” Peggy suggests.
“Sounds good.” Steve agrees.
“I see your top squad is prepping for duty.” Peggy comments, looking over briefly at the drunk group of men singing to their hearts content. She frowns a little.
“You don’t like music?” Bucky voices.
“I do, actually. I might even when this is all over, go dancing.” She shrugs.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Bucky snorts turning back to face the bar.
“The right partner.” Carter answers without hesitation. “0800, Captain.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be there.” Steve nods, waving goodbye as the agent walked off. Bucky grumbled under his breath as the agent left.
“We’re not going to give up, Buck. We’ll find him.” Steve promised
~
“You are failing!” The Red Skull screamed in Zola’s face, his expression was of nothing but pure rage. Practically roaring at the scientist with unhinged emotion.
Captain America and the Howling Commando’s had destroyed many of Hydra’s bases. Fuelled by winning the war and finding their lost Omega friend.
“We are close to an offensive network that will shake the plant. And yet we are continually delayed, because you cannot outwit a simpleton with a shield!” Red Skull growls. And Zola’s short stature shrunk even further at the intimidating and threatening stance the Red skull was loaming over him with.
“This is hardly my area of expertise. I… I merely develop the weapons. I… I cannot fire them.” Zola explains quickly, looking for any excuse to save his life and the continuation of his beloved work/ experimentations.
“And your experiment, Doctor? What of the Omega?” Johann asks.
“It will take more time. But I believe he’ll be a great asset.” Zola assures. “I haven’t an answer yet, but his blood has fused with some sort of power source, something that he looks to have been born with. I believe I can harness that power, given more time. Something is obstructing its full release and capabilities-”
Johann interrupts with a sigh, “Finish your mission, Doctor. Before the American finishes his. And make sure your little experiment is safe from his hands. Move the Omega to our more… secluded bases of operation.”
“Yes, sir.” Zola bows, glee in his eyes at the thought of his most upcoming experiment.
~
1953.
“Wake him.” The head doctor and scientist of Hydra orders, “The soldier’s having another fit.”
A low hissing noise fills the room as the ice-cold chamber melts in seconds, releasing a wave of steam into the room which blinded the group of anxious scientists for mere moments before exposing the resting form waiting within.
“Asset?” The doctor calls, standing a clear distance from the cylinder.
Not a second later and a black combat boot slams onto the ground, hands at the edge of the cyro-freezing chamber for support.
“Ready to comply.” The monotone voice of Theo whisks into the air, sending shivers down the doctor’s spines, Alpha or not- He was intimidating, that was a fact. The Alpha’s in the room stared at him wide-eyed, he was not the typical Omega at all. There was no doubt in their minds why he was paired with the Winter Soldier.
He was tall for an Omega; taller than most Beta’s and even Alpha’s- his height grew more as the serum began it’s work. Moving him from barely 5’10, to 6 foot. His body was fit, muscles spread across his entire body from years of training and discipline.
A quite apparent/obvious change in the Omega however was his hair, what was once midnight black strands of hair are now as white as freshly fallen snow. His electric honey golden eyes now a unnaturally glowing orange.
A blood red tattoo was branded onto the side of his neck, the symbol Hydra had also printed onto the Soldier’s metal arm. On the Asset’s neck was the recognisable red star of their cause, large and covering the majority of skin like a virus.
The head scientist nodded to the few soldiers’ in the room, and they wordlessly pulled Theo’s arms in front him and placed reinforced cuffs around his wrists. Without warning the shoved him forward, he stumbled just very slightly, easily able to catch himself and shift to walking in any direction they wished for him to go.
The walk was mostly a silent one, but everyone was rigid and tense with anticipation. While the Omega was restrained, he could, if he so wished, overpower many of the soldiers escorting him- even with the inhibitors restricting that uncontrolled power of his. Something which years ago, the Red Skull was becoming obsessed in finding the true source of.
Opening the door, random to the many lining the hallway, there inside was an empty confined room, the Asset was directed to a chair. Which he obediently took a seat upon, and as instructed- he simply waited. The mixture of doctor’s, scientist’s and soldiers hurriedly left the room, and Theo was left with his arms still stuck together in front of him by those specialised cuffs as the room delved into a darkness at the slamming of the cell door.
But he didn’t have to wait very long before loud shouts, orders and shuffled movement filled the end of the hall before approaching closer and closer with the sound of a struggle, then a body was thrown into the room, tossed harshly to the concrete before Theo’s feet as the door slamming after this stranger.
The man looked wild, his eyes flickering all over the place and his hair matted due to lack of grooming. His eyes pierced Theo’s causing his body to freeze in alert, but at the simple smell of Theo’s scent, the Soldier approached the cuffed Omega more confidently- more needy.
The soldier buried his nose to the Omega’s neck, finding the vanilla scent addictive, familiar and safe, despite missing all the memories associated with this person. The Asset’s eyes remained staring ahead, unfocused and dull like a robot. His posture was slumped and mouldable as the Soldier roughly pushed his head to the side, trying to gain as much access as possible to the gland before biting down on it.
Orange orbs narrowed at the pain and flickered over to meet the Alpha’s, earning a low growl from him. The soldier was animalistic, practically drooling as he sucked desperately at the taste of vanilla, it acted as a sort of medicine and calming agent.
The serum had increased the Soldier’s height as well, from 5’10 to 6 foot 2. His build overall was a lot bigger and more combat ready than the Asset’s muscular but lean one. Even with the enhancement of his body, Theo’s Omega genes still made his bones more brittle, light and fragile- physically stronger than an average Alpha but weaker than someone like the Soldier, especially when the Alpha had the aid of a vibranium man.
The Soldier’s metal fingers tightened their hold on Theo’s head of white hair, warning the Omega to back down; Theo reluctantly shifted his gaze back to the wall behind the Alpha.
Pulling at the Asset’s like a rag doll, the Soldier knocked over the wooden chair and dragged the Omega onto the concrete floor before shifting his body over Theo’s, trapping him to the ground.
The Asset couldn’t do anything to move, his hands were restrained and his legs were stuck on either side of the Alpha’s waist, he couldn’t kick the Soldier even if he wanted to. A low purring-like sound left the Alpha’s lips as he rested his ear against Theo’s chest, listening to the relaxing sound of the Omega’s steady and slow heartbeat.
He was stuck there for an hour before the Hydra soldiers waiting outside deemed it safe enough to quickly shoot a sedative at the Winter Soldier and remove the Alpha from the cell and back to his cyro-chamber.
Men rushed into the room upon noting the Soldier had been lured into deep and rare rest, most likely he’d be dragged first to the brainwashing chair the Asset knew all too well.
Theo was then hauled to his feet and ushered back into the Doctors lab. He was told to lie against the metal table, and without hesitation, Theo did as told. Robotically slipping onto the table and allowing his cuffs to be removed cautiously, before immediately being replaced with the inbuilt restraints into the table itself.
All precautionary, as Theo would guess he’d lashed out in the past, though he couldn’t recall ever doing so thanks to that memory-wiping chair.
The Doctor shuffled through his notebook and lab report before addressing the additional staff, they carefully cut away at the replaceable Hydra uniform Theo was wearing. Pulling the thin shirt from his body, the staff examined the long cut running down the lower half of Theo’s stomach.
“Good. No issues with healing the incision.” The head doctor commented. “Asset. We have a mission for you.”
~
2014.
The white-haired assassin fiddled with the familiar cuffs around his wrists, flexing his hands open and closed mindlessly. The Hydra agents seated around in in the van watched him warily as he become more impatient. Theo’s orange orbs flickering lowly around the van as it drove at high speeds, dodging and weaving traffic at the command for reinforcement, Theo was careful not to meet anyone’s eyes, that’d only result in punishment for displaying rebellious tendencies.
Skidding to a very fast stop, one of the many Hydra agents wearing a fake SWAT uniform comes to stand in front of the Asset, he fumbles hurriedly with a small electronic key before unlocking the assassin’s cuffs with a quick scan. The inhibitors were deactivated.
The Asset stands without hesitation and follows the agents out of the back of the van as it’s doors are kicked open, his mask was locked tightly into place and couldn’t be taken off without a similar mechanism to the electronic key that had previously been used by that Hydra agent earlier. It kept the Asset’s identity hidden from people that could identify him as Theo King. But it’s true use was as a muzzle, keeping the Asset from lashing out when they tested on him. Keeping his mouth shut until they wanted otherwise.
Marching up to the black government issued SUV, reinforced no doubt as it was littered with unsuccessful shots at the windows. Nick Fury glanced out the window in fright as the Asset’s form marched closer to his window, quickly he slid over to the passenger’s seat. He was expecting a battering ram. Not some juiced up mercenary with hauntingly orange glowing eyes.
The Assassin pulled his fist back-
“Warning! Window integrity compromised.” Fury’s car system warned, red lights flashing all over the place.
Theo’s forearm erupted into black flame and smoke, which soon died to reveal blackened skin and claw-like nails- it was something demonic looking for sure.
The window shatters as a fist meets it, but it doesn’t brake. Fury looks at the white-haired male with surprise and horror. He had no idea of what he was. But he needed to know who he was. No normal human could smash a reinforced SHEILD SUV with just their fists.
“You think?” Fury panic’s, “How long to propulsion?” He inquires the AI.
“Calculating-“ Another hit to the window, “Window integrity thirty-one percent. Deploying countermeasures-“
“Hold that order!” Fury quickly interrupts. Another hit to the window.
“Window integrity nineteen percent. Offensive measures advised-“
“Wait!” Fury growls. Another hit.
“Window integrity one percent.”
“Now!” Fury orders and without delay a small mini-gun pulls up from the inside of the car and Fury wastes no time using it to return fire on the mercenaries.
The Asset shields his face with his arms. Bullets ripped through the skin on his arms, but never got past the bulletproof armour he had covering his chest. The force of the attack sent him to the ground and by the time the bullets were pushed from his arms as his skin healed- the target was racing away in his car.
“Target on the move.” One of the surviving agents said, speaking into the device on his wrist. “Moving Asset to the Soldier’s location.”
The agent waved over a passing Hydra van, and the Asset took himself a seat. Skin regaining it’s naturally pale tone, it revealed Theo’s arms coated in blood, but incredibly the wounds were already halfway through its healing process.
When the van came to its stop, the doors were opened and Theo jumped from the vehicle, landing effortlessly on the road just as the Soldier detonated the remote explosive he’d shot underneath the target’s SUV.
Fury’s vision was blurry as he recomposed himself, he glanced at his attackers, eyes wide at the new masked threat. And he was shocked to see the white-haired male still alive at all and without indicating pain or injury.
Unclipping his pistol from his belt, the Asset stayed back while the Soldier approached the vehicle, ready for any surprise escape attempts on foot.
Trapped inside his upside down car, Fury watches as the mysterious new threat walked slowly toward him, reloading his gun as he did so. Fury however manages to escape just in time by using a pencil-sized laser to burn open a sewage entrance.
The Soldier rips the damaged door off its hinges with his metal arm, there is however no one inside, prompting him to clip his weapon back into place and return to the Asset’s side as they waited for a pick up.
Not a second later and the same van Theo was on previously pulled up to a stop and the back doors swung open for both of them.
The Asset was promptly ushered back into the van, the Soldier pushing him forward with a hand at the back of his neck. The Asset glared back at the Soldier and his small display of dominance. Entering the van and taking a seat, Theo’s hands were quickly cuffed once more (inhibitors activated) before returning to base.
Mission was a failure.
~
At his home Alexander Pierce goes to his kitchen, and opens his fridge to pull out a carton of milk. He pauses as he sees the Winter Soldier seated at his table, just barely visible within the shadows, a gun however was very visible as the light shined and reflected off of it, the Soldier pulls it out as Pierce’s Housekeeper calls out to him from the other side of the wall.
“I’m going to go, Mr. Pierce. You need anything before I leave?” She calls out.
“No. Uh…” Pierce pauses as from behind the Solder, and Theo comes into view. “…it’s fine, Renata, you can go home.” He replies.
“Okay, night-night.” She calls in farewell.
“Good night.” Pierce responds, his eyes never leaving the two in front of him. “Want some milk?” He offers as Renata closes the door behind her. The Soldier doesn’t reply, and Pierce certainly doesn’t expect the Asset to either. His mask-like muzzle restricted him physically from saying a word.
“The timetable has moved. Our window is limited. Two targets, Level Six” Piece picks up his glass of milk and joins the Soldier at the table. He stills slightly as he sniffs the air, “Seems like your suppressants are fading, Omega.” Pierce hums, a smile on his face as he shifts his gaze to the Asset. Pierce could feel his inner Alpha groan at the smell and he'll admit that he had a struggle to remain composed in front of the two assassin’s. Theo’s sweet scent of vanilla bean, typically you’d never think to use suppressants on an Omega. It can become incredibly damaging to the body. But it didn’t take long for Doctor’s and Hydra agents alike to realise the serum had altered the smell of his scent.
Zola theorised that because Theo’s body had been changed further, more masculine and Alpha, overall less Omega- his hormones were trying to counteract the imbalance by making his scent more potent. It got to the point where Hydra had no choice but to place the Omega on suppressants in order to stop other Alpha’s from trying to breed with him.
Technically his scent shouldn’t even be as strong as a normal Omega, because he bonded with Bucky. He has an Alpha, so his body no longer has the need to try ‘seduce’ other Alpha’s.
Yet something in the serum made his inner Omega feel un-bonded, the scent was a problem even for mated/ bonded Alpha’s whom should be repulsed by the smell of another Omega- yet this again was not the case.
While on suppressants, only the Soldier was able to still smell Theo’s scent. And that again, was just because they were bonded. Hydra used it to their advantage of course, when either the Asset or Soldier became unstable- it was a simple as putting the two together in the same space.
Swallowing his mouthful of milk, Pierce continued, “They already cost me Zola. I want a confirmed death in ten hours-“ Renata (the housekeeper) walks back into the room, cutting Pierce off.
“Sorry, Mr. Pierce, I… I forgot my phone.” She stammers noticing the two figures in the dark.
Pierce clicks his tongue in annoyance, “Oh, Renata. I wish you would have knocked.” He grumbles, picking up the gun the Winter Soldier had placed on the table and shooting at her without hesitation, killing her in seconds with an experience shot centre of her head.
“Get him some suppressants immediately and be on your way.” Pierce orders the Soldier, Winter nods his head, standing up and disappearing without a trace, Theo following his example.
Reaching HQ, the Hydra agents had a hard time separating the Soldier from the Asset, Winter was snarling, growling and snapping at those that got too close. Theo kept his gaze to the ground, letting the agents drag the Soldier away, much to Theo’s regret as every instinct in his body is screaming at him to stay by the Soldier’s side.
The Asset returned to the Lab, his usual destination within Hydra as the Doctor injects a large dose of suppressants, distributing the shots around Theo’s body. Before examining his body once over before the mission early tomorrow morning.
~
Inside a bank vault, many Hydra agents move around the chair the Soldier is confined to, fixing his broken arm. The Soldier looks in front of him, eyes blank, mind empty.
“Sir, he’s… he’s unstable. Erratic.” A Hydra scientist warns Pierce as he storms into the bank vault. Rumlow is by his side as they make their way in front of the dazed Winter Soldier.
“Mission report.” Pierce demands. “Mission report, now.” He repeats, a frustrated sigh leaves mouth as the Soldier remains stubbornly silent. Something was obviously plaguing the weapon.
“Where’s the Omega?” Pierce growls, eyes looking around him and daring someone to speak.
“The Asset is still under- it takes time for his body to adjust to the suppressants.” One of the scientists answer.
Pierce growls at the answer, it meant harder control over the Soldier when he became like this.
“The man on the bridge… Who was he?” The Soldier voices, catching Pierce’s attention.
“You met him earlier this week on another assignment.” Pierce answers quickly.
“I knew him.” Winter mumbles.
“Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century, and I need you to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos. Tomorrow morning we’re gonna give it a push. But, if you don’t do your part, I can’t do mine, and Hydra can’t give the world the freedom it deserves.” Pierce states, like reading a script said a thousand times previously.
“But I knew him.” The soldier pushed.
“Prep him.” Pierce orders.
“He’s been out of cryo-freeze too long.” A scientist voices.
“Then wipe him and start over.” Pierce hisses, “And while you’re at it, keep the Omega under and send him to Siberia. The Soldier will follow after the mission.” Pierce states.
~
2016.
Bucky groaned as his eyes open and he regained consciousness, blinking sluggishly for his vision to focus before realising his metal arm was trapped in a huge vice. He tugged at the restraint but his arm didn’t move an inch. Eyes flickering about the place, he concluded quickly that he’d been brought to a warehouse of some kind- Bucky flinched as a helicopter flew overhead, and worry filled him at the thought of being caught yet again.
But then his attention was brought elsewhere when he heard shuffling steps, and in his line of vision was Sam Wilson, leaning against a pillar.
“Hey, Cap!” Sam called out, the raise in volume had Bucky subtly duck down instinctually to hide, were they trying to be caught?
Steve no sooner rounded the corner past Sam and eyed Bucky cautiously as he approached.
“Steve.” Bucky recalled in an exhausted drawl.
Steve clenched his jaw, “Which Bucky am I talking to?”
Bucky paused, face displaying a blank expression as he realised he did remember, or he remembered more than he did before, in fact he remembered that-
“Your mom’s name is Sarah.” Bucky blurted, before chuckling at another memory, “You used to wear newspapers in your shoes…”
Steve almost smiled, “You can’t read that in a museum.”
“And just like that we’re supposed to be cool?” Sam huffed, narrowing his eyes at Bucky but directing the question to Steve.
Bucky frowned, “What did I do?”
“Enough.” Steve stated.
Bucky sighed, lowing his gaze further, “I knew this would happen... Everything Hydra put inside of me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words.”
“Who was he?” Steve inquired.
“I don’t know.” Bucky admitted.
Steve shook his head, “People are dead- the bombing, the set-up- the doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than ‘I don’t know’.”
Bucky frowned, looking at his feet as he racked through his muddled memory for an answer that would be of actual help, and like a switch he begun remembering.
“He wanted to know about Siberia… Where I was kept. He wanted to know exactly where…” Bucky trailed off, just as confused as the Steve and Sam were.
“Why would he need to know that?” Steve pushed.
Bucky instantly slumped at the answer which came into his head, “Because I’m not the only Winter Soldier.”
Steve and Sam followed Bucky’s action and slumped their shoulders in mild defeat at such an undesirable response, containing Bucky had been difficult on its own- for there to be more…
“Who were they?” Steve eventually asked, taking Sam’s approach to lean against one of the warehouse pillars.
“The most elite death squad, more kills than anyone in Hydra history, and that was before the serum.” Bucky spilled robotically, the information drilled into the depth of his brain.
“They all turn out like you?” Sam voiced.
“Worse.” Bucky whispered, but was still heard.
“The doctor, could he control them?” Steve questioned.
“Enough.”
“(The doctor) Said he wanted to see an empire fall.” Steve quoted.
“With these guys he could do it. They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilise- they can take a whole country down in one night and you’d never see them coming.” Bucky spoke in a monotone, cringing at the information popping up into his head as he spoke.
Sam ushered Steve closer to him for a private conversation, Bucky wasn’t bothered to listen to them, more so his head was flashing quickly with random memories that didn’t seem to be in any order, it wasn’t until one in particular enter his head that Bucky jolted at his instincts flaring to life, he still had an Omega to find.
~
Theo awoke with a sharp gasp of air, as pain radiated from his chest, he reached quickly to place pressure upon the wound, a gunshot through-
“You know, you should be dead.” Someone drawled in an exhausted tone. “That went right through your heart.”
Theo’s eyes flashed to the source, seeing an familiar face looking right back at him, someone he’d seen and read about in Hydra files, but had yet to ever meet in person (in a likely assassination). Eyes drifting to the environment around them, Theo concluded that the Hydra base was no longer in function, a sigh of relief almost left his lips as he spotted the dead bodies still within their cryo-chambers, that elite death squad scared him- the stories of their strength even against someone like his Alpha, the Winter Soldier.
“Hey-“ Theo’s eyes darted back to the wounded man, “What’s your name?”
“I’m the Asset.” Theo responded cautiously in a low robotic tone as he pushed himself out of his own cryo-chamber, landing with stumbling unsteady feet thanks to that blood-loss.
“You’re Hydra.” The stranger realised, “You look so young…”
Theo said nothing to the man, deciding instead to stumble in the direction of the other cryo-chambers around the corner, needing to confirm they were permanently gone to the world.
“They’re dead.”
“I know.” Theo responds, eyes lingering over the bodies without glowing orange souls.
“Hydra’s gone, kid.” The man shares, “They’ve been gone a while.”
“Did the Soldier survive?” Theo asks.
Tony Stark goes rigid at the question, rage fuels him quickly before leaving just as fast- “I’m not sure.”
Theo nods with a sigh that caught Tony off guard, “Why?” He blurted, curiosity getting the better of him.
Theo frowns, crossing his arms tightly to his chest, “That’s my Alpha.”
Tony was shocked, “You’re Omega?”
“Yes.” Theo confirmed.
Tony clears his throat, pushing away the many questions swarming in his head, “What’re you going to do now?”
Theo thought about the question, knowing that the Stark was only asking to make sure Theo didn’t intend on continuing Hydra’s legacy, Theo didn’t have much to say, he didn’t even know where to start- his only memories were of Hydra and nothing but.
“I don’t know.” Theo admitted, the Winter Soldier needed him more than Theo needed to see the Soldier, Alpha’s relied on Omega once bonded- whereas Theo could last a lifetime without his Alpha- especially considering he didn’t have any feelings for the brute, or at least, none that he remembered.
Tony bit his lip in thought, “Do you know where they kept their research files? I might be able to find more on you that way…”
Theo hesitated before nodding and guiding the limping billionaire through the facility.
“You are a lot less hostile than, Barnes.” Tony commented, spotting Theo’s confused expression he corrected himself, “Sorry, the Soldier I mean.”
Theo eyed the man before continuing down a narrow hallway.
“Just as quiet though.” Tony sighed.
Tony frowned, “Why haven’t you killed me?”
“I haven’t been assigned a mission or given orders.” Theo stated, “And you do not pose any threat to me.”
Tony scrunched his face up in offense, but silently agreed with the Hydra weapon whom he just now noticed, was no longer clutching at the bullet wound- that would certainly give the Omega an advantage. Added with the fact that Tony had discarded his broken suit back in the control room. Theo also had a good height and muscle advantage as well.
Entering the filing room, Tony darted to the old computer running on fumes. Fingers dancing across the keys, Tony seemed to find the code for the file he wanted- or two, considering he first went to the cabinets to the left before collecting another file to the right.
Dragging a stool over to a desk, which Tony cleared with the sweep of his arm, he opened the first file.
“Theodore King, a medical officer in one-o-seven squadron. Class: Omega. 18 years old upon capture- seems like someone lied about their enlistment age…” Tony mumbled. “… You’re enhanced.”
Tony turned to face the assassin, “Mind telling me what you can do?”
Theo frowned but released the sensitive information after reminding himself that Hydra was compromised if not completely destroyed, “I’m not sure how to explain it.”
“Try for me, kid.” Tony insisted.
Theo sighed, leaning against the edge of the desk Tony was occupying, “Imagine there are two… worlds on top of each other- both existing at the same time.”
“Like alternate dimensions?”
“No. Most people can either be in one world or the other-“
“Most?”
“Well that’s my enhancement. I walk on both.”
“Okay, tell me more about this other world, is it dangerous?”
“It can be, if I let it.” Theo frowned.
“Ok, and can you take anyone there?” Tony asked.
“Well yes, sort of.” Theo mumbled, “I’d have to kill you.”
Tony froze at such words, but relaxed at Theo’s lack of movement, he then put together all the pieces Theo had given him, “Wait- you’re telling me, you can interact the with dead?”
Theo grimaced at the description but nodded, “Yes.”
Tony pursed his lips before looking to Theo with a rather serious expression.
“I want you to prove it.”
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You Cannot Run From Your Past Pt. 3
Mobster!Simon "Ghost" Riley X F!Reader
“Do you think this will work? That we can finally get rid of him?” You had always dreamt of killing James but given how powerful he was it was simply a suicide mission.
A/N:here we are! there's going to be one part before the big finale! same warnings as always, mentions of abuse, violence, blood, smut
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“They won’t be staying, James needs to find a way to get me back from Simon. I’ve seen it happen before.” The jealousy was pouring off of him in waves, nearly drowning you in it.
“How can you be so sure? Why not just kill us when we’re least expecting and take you back that way?” Price wasn’t looking at the bigger picture.
“Because that leaves too much space for things to go wrong. Natasha’s one of the best stealth killers I’ve ever met, but going into something without a solid plan gets you killed. James hasn’t personally gotten his hands dirty in a while, he’s not going to start now.” No, he’d have his henchmen do all the dirty work for him while he sat at home.
Price wanted to argue with that statement, sure James didn’t have the manpower but if Natasha was as strong as you claimed they could get away with it. However he started to analyze everything and you were right, the only way they’d be able to get Price, Soap, and Gaz without alerting you and Simon would be with knives. And knives were not always the easiest weapon to work with.
“Alright, what do you suggest we do?” Price was willing to do whatever it took to ensure yours and everyone else's safety.
“I’ve been in contact with his best friend Steve, he’s willing to talk to me and stop James from killing anyone else.” Maybe that wasn’t the full truth, but you’d discuss that somewhere more privately.
“Let’s get back to the house, better to talk there.” Price left enough money to cover the bill along with a hefty tip.
You headed back out to the limo with everyone else, sliding into the back with Simon close behind. Soap kept an eye out until everyone was inside safely, sliding in last and shutting the door. It was definitely obvious that James had already left, the only people that were looking seemed to be tourists. The drive back was quiet, Price typing away on his phone to someone before it began to ring with a call. He sighed softly before answering.
“Laswell, long time no talk.” Price was relaxed, so whoever he was speaking with wasn’t an enemy.
“Price, any particular reason you’re looking to come visit me in New York this time of year?” Kate wasn’t shocked that Price had a sudden interest, but there was a reason.
“James Barnes made a visit to us, I need to make sure it’s not going to happen again.” He could hear her soft intake of breath. This was a personal matter.
“I’ll make sure there’s no issues when you fly over, remember to be safe.” Kate hung up before he could reply, though he didn’t blame her, he’d asked for a big favor.
The boys would end up packing everything when they got back, making sure to keep any weapons hidden and discreet. You would all be in enemy territory, worst case scenario was word getting back to James the moment you landed. If all went well you would be able to land in New York and meet up with Steve before James even found out you’d left England.
“So, the plan is we head out tonight, I’ve got intel that James won’t be able to fly out until tomorrow morning.” Price slipped his phone into his pocket, full attention back on everyone else.
“I’ll let Steve know when we’ll be landing, he’s been under James’ radar for this long, I’d rather not ruin his life.” Steve had been a silent godsend for you, he’d helped you escape and was willing to take the heat if needed.
You’d contact Steve first and foremost, letting him in on the plan to make sure that he even felt comfortable joining you. If all went well you’d call Tony, god knows the man deserved to get his revenge once and for all. Alex pulled into the garage after what felt like mere minutes, pulling you back down to earth as you went over the plan in your head once more. Price headed into his office right away, making all the calls that would be necessary. Gaz and Soap headed off to their rooms to pack.
Simon led you back to your bedroom, fingers grazing the skin on your back softly as if he was suddenly afraid to touch you. You wanted to assure him that things were fine and you would gladly accept his touch in any way he was willing to give it. You stepped into the room slowly, reaching down to take off your heels now that you were home.
“Finally, hate wearing those damn things.” Your feet were sore from the few times you’d had to walk around.
“I would’ve carried you if you needed darling.” Simon pulled off his jacket, loosening the tie around his neck.
“Had we been out for longer I would’ve taken you up on the offer.” You slipped the straps down and off your arms, the top of the dress pooling around your waist.
Simon watched you undress slowly, hands working on autopilot as he pulled off his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. The lace of your panties began to peek out from the dress as you pushed it off entirely, your breasts shining in the setting sun. Simon would lie to anyone who asked how he reacted in that moment, not wanting them to live through the memories he’d store away forever. Without hesitation he threw off his shirt, letting it fall carelessly to the floor as his arms wrapped around your waist. You traced your nails along the tattoos adorning his arm, finding out just a little bit more about your new husband.
“Now darling, why don’t you be a good girl and get on the bed for me.” Simon pressed his hips against you, reveling in the way your body heat melded with his own.
“Mmm, yes sir.” You pulled away from him gently, sliding your thumbs beneath the waist of your panties and sliding them off onto the floor.
Simon was hard in an instant, gently palming himself as he watched you crawl seductively overtop of the sheets. You turned to lay on your back, body fully on display for Simon to do as he pleased, with your permission of course. Simon may have done bad things in his life, but he’d never touch someone without their full consent.
“God, look how delicious you are.” Simon unbuckled his belt, sliding the thick leather from his slacks and tossing it to the side.
“Why don’t you come over and have a taste yourself.” You spread your legs slowly, your thighs glistening with the sweet nectar he was so desperate to taste.
Simon nearly tore off his slacks, along with his boxer briefs and socks so that he was naked as the day he was born. Your eyes drifted down his torso before landing on his fully erect cock, your heart began to race with the realization of how big he was. How the hell was he going to fit? Pushing all the insecurities you had you crooked your finger in a “come here” motion. Simon smirked and stalked over to you slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.
“How badly do you want this sweetheart?” Simon wanted you to beg, to hear you whimper his name.
“Please, Simon, don’t tease.” You gripped the sheets harshly, back arching slightly as he grazed his hands up your calves.
“So polite.” Simon pressed kisses along your inner thighs, each kiss getting closer to where you so desperately needed him.
Each time he would reach your sex he’d pull away, listening to the way you’d whine loudly, begging for his touch. He could feel the heat from your body, legs quivering beside his head as he dipped down slowly. You hadn’t expected his lips to wrap around your clit, suckling softly to warm you up. You reached down to grip his hair, pushing his face closer to your dripping sex as you begged for more. Simon groaned into the soft flesh, slipping down to savor the slick that was pouring from your body. 
You’d tasted sweeter than any honey he could ever imagine, a divine treat that he would savor every chance he could get. Tasting you from his fingers had not done you justice, and now he was simply addicted. Your moans echoed throughout the room as his tongue slipped inside of you, curling up to bring you the utmost pleasure. Simon began to grind his hips against the bed slowly, hands gripping onto your waist to keep you from pulling away.
Heaven, that was the only way you could begin to describe the way that one Simon Riley ate pussy. He savored you as if you were his final meal on earth before he descended to heaven, leaving no area left ignored. One hand abandoned your hip to slide down to your opening, two fingers sliding in as he flicked his tongue over your clit. You screamed into the air as your orgasm crashed over you, soaking Simon’s face.
You had been so blissed out that you’d completely forgotten how long it had been since you shaved at all, clearly Simon didn’t care. Another tally for Simon, he was starting to seem like the perfect man to you right now.
“Think you can keep going?” Simon pushed himself up slowly, fisting his cock slowly to help alleviate the ache.
“If you don’t put that inside me I may just cry.” Maybe it was a little dramatic, but the man could clearly fuck and you weren’t waiting a second longer.
Simon chuckled, grabbing your legs and pulling your hips flush to his own. Your body slid down the bed, head barely resting on the pillows that sat at the top. He groaned softly, cock sliding between your folds as he slowly grinded against you. The tip of his cock hit your clit just right, sending a bolt of pleasure up your spine.
“Simon, please!” Your legs were shaking slightly, back arched harshly as you tried, and failed, to get him inside.
“As you wish.” He grabbed the base of his cock, placing himself at your entrance before pushing in slowly.
The only way that Simon could describe it would be euphoric, your body pulled him in like a warm tight hug. He wanted nothing more than to slam his cock inside you but given his size he knew it wouldn’t be pleasurable for you. Simon waited until your hips bumped gently, his cock nestled in you to the hilt before taking another breath. His chest shuddered at the way you enveloped him, if he moved too soon this would be over before it could start.
“Hold on sweetheart.” Simon smirked down at you, hoisting your legs up until your calves were resting on his shoulders.
It felt as if his cock had nestled itself all the way in your throat with how deep he was. His hips pulled back before slamming forward, a guttural moan slipping through your lips. Simon barely gave you a moment to breathe before his hips were slamming into yours over, and over. The sounds of your coupling were encompassing everything. You were thankful that Simon had at least tried to prepare you for his cock.
“Look at you sweetheart, taking my cock like such a good girl.” Simon moaned as he watched you take his cock like you were made for him.
His hand slipped up your body, palm resting gently against the base of your throat. He didn’t want to push you into something you weren’t comfortable with, but when your cunt tightened around his aching cock, he was done for.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” You could hardly catch your breath, eyes rolled into the back of your skull as Simon became determined to bury his cock into your cervix.
“You gonna give me a baby, let me fill this pussy full til you’re dripping?” Your pussy tightened over his cock even more, legs quivering as your release began to creep up on you.
“Yes! Fill me up!” You would agree to absolutely anything that Simon said in that moment, as long as he didn’t leave.
He tightened his hand around your throat, cutting off the airflow to your lungs. Your back arched harshly, hands grabbing onto his arms to keep yourself stable. Simon’s thrusts didn’t falter as he continued to pound you into the mattress, the sounds of your coupling surrounding you both. His grip on your throat was suddenly gone, both hands sliding to wrap around your middle. You were sure you’d gotten whiplash with how quickly Simon had you suddenly straddling his lap.
“Fuck, look how much prettier you look sweetheart.” He kept one hand on your waist, the other reaching up to grope your breast.
You threw your head back, a flood of slick pouring from your body at the new sensation, the head of his cock ramming into your g-spot over and over. His hands were surely going to leave bruises on you, ones that everyone would be able to see. He wanted the world to know that you were his and only his. You slid your hands up to grip the back of his neck, your right hand gripping his hair to help ground you.
“Fuck, Simon, m’gonna cum.” You could barely string together a coherent thought, let alone focus on just one thing that Simon was doing to you.
His lips trailed along your collarbone, suckling gently at the skin, teeth nipping higher and higher until it reached the base of your throat. Your moans sounded like the most gorgeous music as he ravished your body. 
“C’mon sweetheart, cum all over my cock.” It took one, two, three more thrusts before your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, body locking up as the blinding white pleasure took over.
Simon gritted his teeth at how tight you were, hips slamming against your one last time as his orgasm took over all his senses. You mewled softly at the warmth filling you up, body exhausted from the intense pleasure that Simon had given you. He panted, carefully laying you down onto the bed to make sure that he hadn’t hurt you. Besides the delicious ache between your legs, you had never felt better in your life. He pulled out slowly, catching your slight wince as he tried to be gentle.
“Sorry, forgot how sore you’d probably be.” Simon scooted off the bed, heading into the en suite to get a cloth to help clean you up.
“Mmm, a good sore though.” You could barely move your legs, or your arms, okay maybe it was your entire body.
Simon dampened a cloth with warm water before heading back into the bedroom, gently prying your legs open he cleaned up any of your slick and cum that had managed to slip out. You could barely put up a fight as Simon started his aftercare. Shit, you had to pack a bag and leave in a few hours, how the hell were you going to manage?
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll pack a bag for both of us.” Simon would gladly buy you an entirely new wardrobe over in New York if it meant keeping you comfortable.
“Thank you.” Your eyes slid closed, breathing evening out as you fell asleep.
Simon couldn’t help but watch you sleep for a few moments, heart racing as all the feelings he’d always tried to deny came rushing to the surface. He barely even knew you and yet he wanted to protect you with everything he could. Pulling the comforter over your sleeping figure, Simon made sure you hadn’t woken up before pulling on his briefs. He’d let you nap while he packed, he had plenty of energy to do so as it was.
The halls were silent as he made his way to his room, grabbing two different suitcases. He packed his clothes meticulously, making sure nothing would get wrinkled. Once half of the suitcase was filled he zipped it shut to leave space for your own things. Then it came time to pack his knives, and guns. Knives would be preferable if he wanted to take anyone out without leaving too much of a trace. Wasn’t always doable, but he’d manage if needed.
“Hey, boss wants to make sure you’ll be ready to go in an hour.” Gaz was standing in his doorway, fully ignoring the state of undress that Simon was in.
“Yeah, just need to finish packing first.” He slid one of his favorite knives into its holster, he’d never gone without it.
“I’ll let him know, thanks.” Gaz knew not to make a total scene over how Simon looked, it was obvious the two of you had hooked up, who was he to judge?
Simon pulled out one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants for you to borrow on the plane ride over, you’d need all the sleep you could get, and why not be comfortable at the same time? He shook his head slowly, he’d only known you for such a small amount of time and yet he felt the need to protect you. You weren’t truly his wife, so why did any of this matter in the first place when once James was taken care of you could just leave?
No, he wouldn’t let his thoughts go down that path, it wasn’t worth getting caught up in feelings when there were bigger fish to fry right now. Heading back to your room with the clothes in his hand Simon couldn’t help the rush that washed over him. You were a goddess sent down for him and he was so ready to just throw you away before. How could he possibly be even thinking like that?
“Sweetheart, time to get up.” Simon wanted to do anything he could except for wake you, but Price would be on your ass quicker than he could protest.
“Five more minutes, please.” You rolled onto your side, back facing Simon as you tried to hold onto those few precious minutes.
“Nope, you need to get dressed so we can get going.” Simon rubbed your back gently, plopping down beside you on the bed.
You groaned before pushing yourself up, it was obvious you weren’t going to be allowed to sleep before the flight. Maybe you could get some sleep then and worry about everything when you landed back in New York. Simon shyly held up the clothes in his hand, gesturing for you to take them. Once you realized exactly what was in his hands your cheeks warmed, he was really letting you wear his clothes around everyone? Shit, you were definitely falling in love and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
“Thank you, are you going to get dressed too?” You pulled on the shirt first, forgoing a bra entirely. The fabric would do a good enough job hiding your chest, why bother wearing something uncomfortable when you didn’t need to.
“I wanted to make sure you were awake first, I’ll get your stuff packed and then we can head down.” Simon pressed a kiss before sliding off the bed, heading over to your closet to grab enough clothes to last at least a few days.
You copied him quickly, rushing over to your drawer to grab a clean pair of panties. Simon chuckled at the way you wiggled your hips as you pulled them up your legs. Simon wasn’t someone who found joy in much of anything anymore, not after working for Price for so long. It was nice to be able to laugh and smile so carefree without worrying for once. 
“Get your pants and some shoes on while I finish packing, I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Simon laid your clothes over one arm, being careful of any delicates.
“Yes sir.” You weakly saluted him, laughing when he rolled his eyes and headed out of your room.
The pants were a challenge to get on in general, since Simon was so much bigger than you were they pooled at your ankles. You tied the drawstrings as much as you could, hoping they wouldn’t accidentally fall down when you started walking. Deciding that you could only do so much with your current predicament you headed down to Simon’s room. The faint sound of Soap’s laughter began to get louder with each step.
“You can’t keep your hands off one anotha it seems.” Soap had dressed down to a comfortable sweater and a pair of jeans, Simon dressed in something similar.
“The feelings are very much mutual.” Simon folded the last piece of clothing, setting it into the suitcase, zipping it closed as you stepped into the room.
“There she is!” Soap walked over to you, wrapping you up into a tight hug.
You laughed lightly, a little confused as to why Soap was being so affectionate all of a sudden, what in the world had Simon told him before you arrived? Simon merely shook his head, if to gesture not to ask or that he wasn’t sure of Soap’s affections you weren’t entirely sure.
“Now don’t you look awfully pretty there.” Soap pulled back, keeping his arms on the top of your shoulders.
“Soap, let go of her so we can finish packing please.” Simon was exasperated, wanting nothing more than for Soap to leave you be.
The Scot threw up his hands, heading out and leaving you and Simon to continue packing in what you hoped would be a peaceful silence. Your body was still overstimulated from Simon’s amazing lovemaking. There would be moments you’d surely slip up in front of everyone, pressing into Simon’s side like a cat.
“Do you think this will work? That we can finally get rid of him?” You had always dreamt of killing James but given how powerful he was it was simply a suicide mission.
“I do, I believe in the men I work with and I trust them with my life.” Simon hadn’t trusted many people in his life, but they were his family now.
“I trust you, Simon.” It was a long shot, taking down one of the most dangerous men, but you had faith they could do it.
Simon grabbed both suitcases before facing you, his expression was determined, and by god did that turn you on even more than before. Simon was a man on a mission, and he would do whatever it took to ensure everyone’s safety.
“Let’s go, the faster we can leave the better.” He pressed a soft kiss to your hair before heading down to the garage.
Gaz, Soap, and Price had been discussing the details amongst themselves, deciding on the best course of action when you landed. First and foremost you would contact Steve Rogers and see if he would be willing to help. If Steve was willing to help you’d get into contact with Tony and figure out the next steps. However if he wasn’t willing to help you’d need Price to call Tony and see if he would help do the dirty work.
It was now or never, you would make sure that James Barnes couldn’t harm a single person in one of his angry tirades ever again.
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skvlly-idk · 10 months
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Tony Stark x reader(?)!
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A/N: this is my first fic on tumblr so if there’s any errors or anything I apologize.
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Please don’t translate, no permission to repost any of my writing anywhere, and do not copy and claim it as your own.
Warnings: smut, hair pulling, choking, rough, biting
Pairings: Mdom!Tony x Fsub!Reader
18+! If you continue reading, you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.
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"What's up?" He asked me, continuing to work on another suit as I walked in the garage.
"Everyone else left so I decided to come chill with you. What are you doing?" I responded, noticing he grabbed a tiny rocket off the desk beside him.
"Putting a little rocket on it. See." He held it up closer, giving me a small toothy smile.
"I see," I laughed a bit.
He blew from his nose for a laugh. "Here come help me." His arm waved me over.
"I'm good, I don't wanna break anything."
He rolled his eyes, waving me over again. "Come on, I can fix it if you break it."
He handed me a metal piece when i walked over. Put it like this, right there." I fixed the piece to fit and put it where he pointed to.
"Like this?" I asked and put it in.
He hummed lightly in response. "Hey Jarvis?"
"Sir?" Jarvis replied.
"What's the percent on my suit?" He spoke as he walked away to the back for a second.
"56% sir."
I heard a groan in annoyance from the other room, causing me to laugh a little as I looked at the fidget he had on his desk, it was a little liquid motion bubbler.
"Alright, here." He walked back over to me, drawing my attention from the fidget.
He pulled out another piece, looking at me. "When you put it in, you're gonna want to press this button." He pointed to a little button on the side of the chest plate, "make sure you press it after placing it in. Okay?"
I nodded before he handed me the piece, I adjusted it to line up before placing it on, pressing the button on it immediately after. I watched as the suit pushed together more, locking in place so that tony could put the screws in it.
A few minutes passed and we finally finished it. "Thank you," he thanked me as he looked at the suit.
“Mhm” i hummed softly.
"Do you know when everyone's coming back?" He asked, drawing his attention to his computer.
"Nope. Steve told me they were going to help Fury with something. They asked me if I wanted to come but I declined." I answered, turning my attention to him as he leaned over his desk, typing something.
He nodded as my eyes lingered up and down his body. He was so oddly attractive to me.
"So this is what you do in the lab all day?" I asked, moving a bit closer to him.
He looked at me before returning to his computer. "Mostly yes, why?”
"That's kinda boring." I smiled a bit.
He shrugged. "I enjoy it," a laugh following behind.
I stared at his hands as he typed, feeling myself get aroused as I thought of everything he could.. never mind.
My hands closed together slightly as I watched his computer trying to figure out what he was doing.
"What do you want?" He asked, noticing me staring so intensely at the screen.
"Sorry," I cleared my throat. "I was trying to figure out what you were doing but I'll mind my business, an awkward smile appeared on my face as I grabbed my phone, unlocking it.
I watched him nod before shuffling towards me and reaching over me, grabbing something behind me. His body almost pressed up against mine.
"I can see you staring at me by the way." He whispered in my ear before moving back to his spot.
My thighs squeezed together as I felt myself get more aroused.
"I'll ask again, what do you want?" He spoke softly.
I moved closer to him before whispering, "I want you to fuck me, Mr Stark." I heard a quiet groan as he looked at the ground. He turned towards me, immediately attacking my lips. His hands rubbed up my thighs while he lifted me onto the desk.
He unbuckled his belt, his pants dropping to the floor. I felt him grab the rim of my pants, pulling them down in a swift movement. My breath hitched when i felt his boner rub against my pussy, making me whimper a little.
Lips attacked my neck as he was eagerly trying to pull down his boxers. Getting them off finally; I felt him moving my underwear to the side, immediately pushing himself inside of me slowly as he started kissing my neck. I let out a small moan while he let me adjust.
"You alright?" He asked, making sure.
"Yes," I mumbled. “Please speed up."
I felt him smile against my neck before he sped up, pumping into me quickly, his hands gripping my hips roughly.
My eyes closed shut as he slammed into my body carelessly. I felt his nails dig into me, sending a bruising pain in that region.
He grunted, thrusting into me completely, staying deep inside for a second before speeding up again.
"Fuck." I shuddered, wrapping my arms around him, gripping his shirt.
He moaned into the crook of my neck as he slammed me into the table more, my back hit against the hard counter making me grunt in slight pain.
"God, I've wanted to fuck you for so long." His lips inches away from my ear as he whispered, hitting my gspot with every thrust. He removed his face from my neck, making eye contact with me with his beautiful brown eyes. His voice rung through my ears, sending chills throughout my whole body. I moaned in response as he grabbed my hair, yanking it back, giving him easier access to my neck so he could attack it. He began leaving painful marks all over my neck, all while still fucking into me.
“Mine.” His teeth sunk into my skin, almost breaking skin but he didn’t. I let out a small yelp and gripped the front of his shirt as my walls clenched around him, cumming on his dick. He grunted, letting go of my hair while he continued, fucking me through my orgasm. His hand reached up and grabbed my neck firmly, pushing me onto the table a little more as he grunted.
"Fuck," I moaned out as much as i could before he pulled out of me quickly.
"I'm gonna cum." He whimpered. I dropped to the floor, immediately taking his dick in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head, harshly shoving himself deeper into my throat. I tried my best to not gag as he twitched inside of my mouth, his cum spilling out, shooting down my throat.
He moaned as he thrusted one last time, before pulling out. A low groan came from him while he moved his jaw and looked away from me.
I swallowed before standing up, covering my lower body with my T-shirt.
He looked at me again right before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me towards his chest. "You alright?" He asked me, laying his head on mine.
"Yes," I replied into his shirt, feeling the metal piece in his chest poke my cheek slightly.
Tony and I got our clothes back on, still sitting in his lab with each other.
"So what now?" I asked, turning my head towards him as he sat in the chair. I stood in front of him with my hands intertwined.
"What do you want?" He asked, leaning back in his chair a bit.
"Well, I want us to have somewhat of a relationship.. otherwise that would be weird if we just fucked for nothing." I laughed awkwardly, receiving a small smile of amusement from him.
"I'd like that. Start off with dates?" He replied, looking at me.
I nodded. "That's a start," a smile spread across my face.
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hollybee8917 · 8 days
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In the Court of the Shield and Star
Chapter 1- The Angel and the King
Plot: King Steve Rogers meets Eliza Frye who is a total mystery to him. They start to fall in love, but things are never that simple.
Characters: Steve Rogers, Eliza Frye (OFC), Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter, Bucky Barnes, Owen Tyre (OC), Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange
Warnings in this chapter: Assault, harassment, physical violence, animal attack
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Howling. Endless howling. Eliza looked up from the parchment on which she was drawing and she moved to the window. A dim light was low over the field. As she looked out, she saw a figure. He was waving a sword but his movements were jerky. Around him, a pack of wolves circled, growling, lunging, snapping at him.
Fear filled her. The man was going to die if she didn’t help. Quickly, she grabbed her bow and her loaded quiver before running out the door. She reached a slight ridge behind the trapped man. From where she was positioned, she could see the man was injured.
Eliza raised her bow and nocked an arrow. Pulling the string back, she steadied her draw then released. The arrow whistled through the air and struck a wolf. It went down with a whimper. Instantly, Eliza repeated her motions. Nock, draw, release. Nock, draw, release. The arrows shrilled through the air hitting their marks. Soon, only three wolves were left but now they were focused on her.
The young woman slid down the ridge as the howling wolves rushed toward her. At the bottom of the ridge, she picked up her sword and prepared herself with a flame. The scarred alpha made his way over the ridge and down toward her before stopping at the sight of the woman holding shimmering steel and a large torch. It paced back and forth before letting out a long howl and dashing back the way it had come with the other two right behind.
Eliza let loose a sigh and lowered her sword and sheathed it. Then she remembered. The injured man! She took off in the direction she had last seen him. Waving the torch, she spotted him. I have to get him to safety.
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King Steve Rogers groaned as he rolled onto his back. He opened his eyes to find himself in a strange bed. A window sat on his left and to his right was a wooden door. He threw back the blankets and swung his feet to the floor. The man looked down at his unclad torso wrapped in a white bandage. Who did this? Where am I?
Before he could muse any farther, the door opened to reveal a beautiful young woman. She smiled gently at him, “Oh, wonderful, you’ve woken. I was fearful that you would not. You gave me quite the fright last night. How do you feel?”
The blonde man was stunned to silence at her simple beauty so she tilted her head, “Have you a tongue, good sir?”
This simple remark somewhat amused Steve and he let out a low yet hearty laugh, “Indeed I have a tongue, kind maiden. I am most confused, however, as to my whereabouts and the situation that has led to this remarkable hospitality.”
She poured a small pitcher of water into the wash basin on the table by the door, “You were attacked by a pack of wolves. You needed aid so I hurried to your side with bow and quiver in hand.”
Steve looked down at his semi-clothed form, “You saved me.”
“I did.”
He let his eyes drift up to hers, “And you have brought me here alone?”
The girl wrung out the rag she had soaked in the bowl of water and approached Steve with it, “I did. You were in dire need and I was always taught to help those in need. Lift your chin. There was some dirt I could not remove last night.”
Steve did as he was told then he glanced around the room, “Where are my tunic and shirt? Also, I had a satchel slung over me. Where has it gone? Have you looked inside it?”
She smiled gently, “I washed them as best I could and hung them to dry. Once they had dried, I folded them and put them here on the chair. The satchel I have placed on the chair as well. I did not search your belongings. I will leave you to dress. Should you need any help, please call for me.”
Confusion crossed the man’s face, “Thank you for your aid and the respect you have shown by not searching my things while I was incapacitated. But how should I call for you if I do not know your name, fair one.”
Once more she smiled at him as she turned away, “Eliza Frye.”
Then she was gone and Steve was left alone.
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Eliza was seated at her table when the stranger exited the bedroom. Steve noticed that she did not take note of him and cleared his throat causing her to shift her gaze to him, “Oh, my apologies. Would you like some food to eat, good sir?”
He nodded, “Yes, what have you to offer?”
She rose from her chair and made her way into her larder, “I have bread, cheese and eggs. I also have salted pork and cured fish. What takes your fancy?”
The king responded, “I will have the bread and cheese for now. I do not wish to eat all you have.”
Eliza tucked hair behind her ear as she stepped out of the larder with the food he requested, “You do no such thing, kind sir. Please, tell me should you desire more.”
A loud rapping came from her door and Eliza hurried away to answer it. She gulped as the rapping rattled the door. Cautiously sliding it open, she felt herself forced from the home and she hit her knees as two men shoved her down. Eliza knew why the men were there.
The two men were soldiers from a nearby fort. They plagued the little village but targeted Eliza specifically due to her living alone. The taller of the two was a soldier named Rhys Argent. He was cruel and enjoyed the torment of others. Beside him, the other solder, who was named Wendell Colby, sneered at her, “Where’s the payment you promised us?”
Eliza shivered, “I-I-I don’t have any money.”
“I-I-I. Come now. You can do better than that,” Rhys Argent mocked her. Then his tone turned serious, “Do you not recall what we said would happen if you did not pay us?”
She was too frightened to speak and could only keep her eyes forward. Rhys raised his hand then brought it down against the side of her head her cheek causing Eliza to fall over. Wendell Colby let out a low laugh, “Why don’t we start with your precious horse, huh? You want us to take it?”
Eliza said nothing which angered Wendell and Rhys more. As Rhys brought his foot up and connected it to Eliza’s side, Wendell’s eyes grew wide and he fell into a kneel. Rhys didn’t notice and continued his attack on Eliza.
“Kneel,” Wendell hissed.
Rhys did not hear and instead continued his assault on Eliza.
“KNEEL!” A voice boomed.
In one fluid motion, Rhys looked up, his eyes widened in fear and he fell to one knee. Eliza slowly rose up onto her knees then turned. Shock filled her soul. In the doorway stood Steve but not as she had seen him before. A carefully crafted elaborate crown with sapphires and black diamonds was placed upon his head. His tunic and shirt were carefully tucked in but the sleeves flowed freely without restraint. A cloak was clasped around his neck. He looked kingly.
Rhys spoke, “Your majesty! Forgive us!”
Steve hushed him with a glare. He then reached down and helped Eliza to her feet, “Are you badly injured?”
She kept her head down and shook it. Tenderly, Steve used a finger to lift her chin, “Do not be afraid. Let me show you the same kindness you have shown me. Return to your chair and rest. I shall be in once I have dealt with these two.”
Eliza did not cast a glance to the soldiers but quietly smiled at Steve, “Thank you, your majesty.”
With this she reentered her cottage.
Steve turned to the two men and spoke with authority, “Why did you attack an innocent villager? Is your command not to serve and protect my people? Are you not part of your King’s army, sworn to protect the crown and those living under it? What are your names, soldiers?”
The two men stuttered but have no coherent response. “ANSWER YOUR KING!,” Steve roared.
Wendell was the first respond though he kept his head low, “I am Wendell Colby, your majesty. My companion is Rhys Argent. We are soldiers stationed at Whitich Keep.”
Steve hummed, “Whitich Keep. I know it well. Return there and inform your commander that I shall be arriving shortly. I will deal with you at the fort.”
“Yes, majesty.” Wendell replied but neither man moved.
“Now!,” barked King Steve, “And make haste.”
The men fled back to their horses and were swiftly gone fearing any further wrath from the king.
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Eliza was seated in her chair, holding a compress to her side when he returned. She was instantly on her knees without a sound. Once more, he lifted her up, “Please do not do that. Not on my account. Please sit.”
She did as he commanded and he picked up his satchel, “I have business to attend at Whitich Keep but I shall return. Before I go, have you a horse I may borrow? I am afraid mine fled in encounter yesterday eve.”
Eliza replied, “I have a mare who is broken and a stallion I have been breaking to ride. I think he is ready and would be more suited for your majesty.”
The king brushed a stray hair from the girl’s face, “You intrigue me, Eliza Frye, and I would like to call on you once more.”
Eliza lost her nerve to speak and Steve smirked, “Have you a tongue, fair one?”
She looked at him with a smile and a laugh, “Aye, I have a tongue, good sir and I use it well.”
They both laughed and King Steve Rogers motioned to the door, “Perhaps you might show me the steed I am to ride so I may hurry away and then back to you?”
She led him out to the paddock and called over the brown Stallion with a low whistle. It trotted over and she watched as Steve, the king, tacked it up. The king turned with a slight bow then swung himself upon the stallion, “Until we meet again.”
Eliza curtseyed to him then watched as he rode away.
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Steve entered the village of Gramsby and observed the state of it. The town’s cobbled streets were well-kept and the homes were in perfect condition but something was missing. Slowly, Steve pulled the horse to the side of the street and dismounted the horse he had borrowed from Eliza Frye. Tying the horse to the hitching post, the king made his way to the pub. He was careful to not raise an alarm.
However, when the king reached for the door, he found it shored up from the inside. He heard hushed whispers from the inside the pub and the realization hit him hard. Where are all the people?
The king knocked on the door, “Good gentleman, I have travelled long and wish only for a drink from your establishment. Perhaps I may enter?”
A voice called from inside, “We have very little money or grog.”
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The sky seemed to mirror King Steve’s mood as he rode through the gate of Whitich Keep. Above his head, storm clouds had gathered and lightening threatened to crack the sky. A tall man dressed with many medals approached as the blonde king dismounted his horse. With a great swoop, he fell to one knee, “Majesty, we are greatly honored by your presence. How may I be of service to you?”
“Save your pleasantries, General. I did not come here to bandy words. Bring to me the soldiers who are stationed here.”
“I take you would like to deal with Rhys Argent and Wendell Colby. I have placed them in the stockade. What other punishment-“
“SILENCE!” Steve bellowed as the thunder echoed in the sky, “Bring to me ALL of the soldiers stationed here.”
Fearful of furthering the king’s wrath, General Edryd Cadigan motioned for the gathering of his men. The rain began to fall as a mustering horn was sounded. Quickly, the soldiers lined up and one by one fell to one knee. The General spoke to the King, “Majesty, may I-“
Steve cut him off, “Silence, General Cadigan. Tis my turn to speak. Now, who would like to inform me of the incidents in the town of Gramsby?”
Not a single soldier spoke. Instead, they looked among themselves. The king turned toward the captain, “Bring me Rhys Argent and Wendell Colby.”
The captain nodded and walked to the stockade. Again, the king addressed the line of men, “I will only ask you once more. Why have you been tormenting the people of Grimsby?”
A young man stepped forward, “Majesty, if I may speak?”
Steve sized the lad up, “What is your name, son?”
“Aelric Hylderley,” the young man responded, “your majesty.”
Steve approached him, “What do you have to say for these men, Aelric?”
The young soldier gulped, “I am afraid that the people of Grimsby have been targeted by many of the men. The general has done little to curtail the actions of the men in this fort. In fact, he has encouraged it. Those who protested the actions of their fellow soldiers were disciplined.”
Steve bristled, “Where was the captain?”
“Spending most of his time in the stockade for protesting, your majesty.”
The king turned and looked to the captain, “Dismiss your men. I will deal with them one by one. Young Hylderley, what rank are you in this company?”
Aelric shook slightly, “I am a mere soldier, Majesty.”
Steve turned and faced his general, “You will be henceforth stripped of your rank and demoted to Lieutenant in my army. Is that understood?”
Cadigan began to cower, “Yes, Majesty. It’s understood.”
He stepped back, “Captain, take the General into arms and hold him until a new leader arrives at the fort. I have already sent back to the capital for one.”
Another soldier stepped forward, “Yes, your majesty.”
“Now, where are the traitors?”
The captain motioned to the men in chains, “Here, Majesty.”
“Hang them and any other soldiers guilty of harming my people.”
Then Steve turned and walked back to his horse, ignoring the cries of the two men behind him pleading for mercy.
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Eliza was sitting alone in the cottage, reading a book, when there came a knock at the door. She rose and made her way over. Timidly, she opened the door to find the King standing before her. Bowing low, she murmured, “Majesty.”
Steve placed his hands at her elbows and matched her tone, “Please, look at me and not my boots.”
Eliza raised her chin and met his gaze, “What may I aid you with, Majesty?”
The king tilted his head, “You are a fascinating creature, Eliza Frye, and I would like to call on you again.”
She shook her head, “It would be ill-advised to do so, your Majesty. I am a commoner and as such would not be worthy of your time. You would be more suited to seek the company of a lady of the court.”
“I believe that as king, that should be my determination, not anyone else’s. I have set my eyes on you and you alone. Would you not prefer my company?”
“I would, Majesty, but I don’t know how the people would take it. I am not like the women of your court least of all, Duchess Margaret whom I hear is a great beauty.”
Steve shook his head, “Nay, you are far more lovely, compassionate and courageous. Please allow me to call on you once more.”
“Very well, my king.”
He bowed to her and turned, “I will have your horse returned to you in haste upon my arrival back at the capital.”
“Keep him. I have no need for another.” Steve smiled the mounted the horse, waved goodbye and spurred the horse toward home.
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stuckinaf4nfiction · 1 year
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Prompt list
— Fluff prompts ʚ💟⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖
1. ”I won’t ever loose you”
2. “It’s you. It’ll always be you.”
3. “Are you blushing?”
4. “You’re a really bad liar.”
5. “I’ve learnt to love you.”
6. “You’re safe now. I’m here.”
7. “Is someone jealous?”
8. “Am I still receiving silent treatment?”
9. “I promise you.”
10. “What are you doing up at this hour?”
11. “You’re really drunk.”
12. “You’re my home.”
13. “Would you like to stay?”
14. “Who hurt you?”
15. “I'm right here; I won't leave your side. Go back to sleep, darling”
16. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
— Angst prompts ⋆。 ゚。. 。:✽・゚⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 ❤️‍🔥⋆
17. “You lied to me this entire time.”
18. “It’s been years can’t you give me another chance?”
19. “I hate what we’ve become”
20. “You did this to us”
21. “I will never love you.”
22. “I don’t ever want to see you again.”
23. “I needed you and you didn’t show up.”
24. "I wanted to make it work, I really did. Pity I was the only one."
25. “You never wanted me”
26. “Was this a game for you?”
27. “Are you afraid of me?”
28. “So this is goodbye?”
29. “Is it selfish if I ask you to stay?.”
30. “Please open your eyes you’re not doing this to me”
31. “Why are you still fighting?”
32. “Why can’t you try?”
33. “Your apology cant fix this.”
I write for almost all characters in tags but feel free to ask me for others as well <3
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marvelvillian23 · 7 months
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Does anyone know a marvel, supernatural, Teen wolf, or original work on Ao3(tumblr too) when the oc/reader is plus size? Like shy/sweet and the omc is a bad boy/mean at first. Any plus size really story.
It would be nice if it was a series but I’ll take anything. It could be fluff, dark, or angst? I do not care at this point.
I’m also in the mood for bully x nerd so if anyone has some that’s not plus size, that’s fine please send my way. Also mean obsessive teacher. Because I can’t find any.
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darsynia · 1 year
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Main Masterlist
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Header by the delightful @whenemmafallsinlovesntv! Icon by the dear @goth-butt
I write primarily for Tony Stark and Steve Rogers (with some sides of Stephen Strange, Remus Lupin, and others), and I'm open to suggestions (but can't promise I'll be able to fill your request, as I'm a mom of 3 who are all as extra as I am. I will do my best!)
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MCU Masterlist
Tony Stark Masterlist
Steve Rogers Masterlist
My AO3
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Click 'Keep Reading' to find a selection of what I've updated recently!
Quick links for RBs before they existed: MCU Masterlist | HP Masterlist
{ Fave: 💚 }{ Romance: ♥️ }{ Angst: 🖤 }{ All Audiences: 🤍 }{ Smut: 🔥 }
TRUST FALL MASTERLIST
Tony/OC 'terrorists make them fall in love.' ♥️🔥 | Chapter 26b
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IRON HELIX MASTERLIST
(Tony/OC fan in the world, possible series) 💚♥️🔥 | Chapter Two
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NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE
Tony/Steve Titanic AU (not Jack/Rose, no death) Complete in 4 parts 💚♥️🔥 Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four
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PRESENT IMPERFECT MASTERLIST
Tony/Natasha fake relationship amnesia (complete in 8 parts) ♥️🔥 DAY ONE | DAY TWO | DAY TWO.WOAH | DAY THREE - MORNING | DAY THREE - MOURNING | DAY FOUR-SHADOWING | (A GOOD) DAY FOUR (BEING A HERO) | DAY SIXTY- FIVE
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I KNOW NO OTHER WAY THAN THIS ♥️🤍
(Tony & Bruce friendship, Bruce/OFC) Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | TBC
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SAFE IN MY (OUR) ARMS series 💚♥️🔥 (Eventual Steve x Bucky x lounge singer!Reader Sex Pollen)
Part I: HAND(S) OFF MASTERLIST -complete 4/6
Part II: SHIPPING AND HANDLING
Ch 1: Vicinity | Ch 2: Urgency | Ch 3: Gravity -new! 10/23
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Thank you for reading! I have a wealth of pre-existing (complete and WiP) stories on AO3, and will be slowly filling in with new and existing work here on Tumblr. Please feel free to check over there!
Here's a cross-section of some of my favorites. If you'd like to speed up my posting them to Tumblr, please don't hesitate to send an ask!
All of these are longfics BTW. And yes I write a 'fan in the world' for every fandom I guess!
Exile All the Longer (MCU)
(Tony/OC soulmate Endgame fix-it) 💚♥️🖤🔥
Iron Helix (MCU)
(Tony/OC fan in the world, possible series) 💚♥️🔥
Joined By the Waters of Time (BRIDGERTON)
(Anthony/OC (kinda Reader?) book fan in the world) 💚♥️🔥
HP Masterlist (HP WiPs on hiatus in protest. Zero support for JKR)
A Solution More Beautiful (HP)
(Remus/Sirius/OC series, book fan in the world HP rewrite)💚♥️🖤🔥
The Longest Distance (HP)
(Hermione/Remus, time travel book 7 fix-it) 💚♥️🖤🤍
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itsagentromanoff · 1 year
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Steve: Tony and I have decided to take it to the next level and I need some advice.
Bucky: You’re going to have sex.
Steve: No. That’s a good idea though.
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ronearoundlightly · 1 year
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All Ages Masterlist
Hello and welcome to the writings of Ro (aka RoneAroundBlindly)!
I've written and posted quite a wide range of stories, but I decided to make my main blog 18+ only. There are plenty of works still acceptable for any reader--HERE ARE ALL OF THEM IN ONE PLACE!
Romance 🔥 || Author Fave 🍀 || Angst ⛈ || Fluff 🌼
STEVE ROGERS–
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Steve x lab tech!Reader 🍀
Walk It Off
I Can’t Help   
Falling In (1 & 2)  
Love With You
Drabbles (some suggestive language only)
Keeper, Sketch, and Scratch (Alpine) 🌼 Embrace (PTSD hurt/comfort)⛈ In The Sunshine (outdoor fluff) 🌼🔥 The Thought That Counts (kitchen hilarity) 🌼 Stage Four Clinger (sick, needy Steve) 🌼⛈ Wonderwall (song fic)🔥⛈ Himbo (fight and makeup) ⛈ Lazy Day in Bed (headcanon) 🌼🔥 Waking (quiet morning drabble) 🌼⛈🔥 Exothermic (nightmare comfort) 🌼⛈ Message Received (jealous Steve)🔥⛈ Have A Laugh (movie night) 🌼 Untitled Headcanon (affection/attention) 🌼🔥
The Things We Do For Love (Valentine’s Day)🌼🔥
Far, Far In Our Future
Post-Nightmare Cuddles (drabble prompt)
Bedtime Stories (Flufftober Oct 20th)
Picnic (Flufftober Oct 28th)
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CEO!Steve x assistant!Reader
83rd Time's the Charm
Work
Life
Balance
Dance
Kisses
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Steve x super soldier!Reader recovering from Hydra
I’m Your Mission (first ask/intro) 🌼⛈
Purgatory (nightmare hurt/comfort) ⛈
Drabbles (some suggestive language only)
Slow Dancing 🌼 Thick as Thieves 🌼 Supporting Silly Quirks/Hobbies 🌼 “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person!” 🌼🔥  Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights 🌼 Movie Marathon 🌼 Shooting Stars 🌼 Love Language 🌼  Poetry, Art, Music, Craft 🌼 Secret Family Recipe 🌼 Falling Asleep Together 🌼 Animal Shelter 🌼 Hot Chocolate 🌼  Kiss for Good Luck 🌼🔥 All the Hugs 🌼  First Dance 🌼  Blankets 🌼🔥 Leaves 🌼  Full-Size Throw 🌼
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Steve x deep sea mermaid!Reader (1, 2, 3, 4)  🌼⛈
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Steve x fashion designer!Reader (1, 2, 3, 4, 5) 🌼⛈🔥
Steve x Reader Asks
In Sickness and In Health (longterm illness comfort) 🌼⛈🔥 Sweet Charity (drabble; Steve likes your laugh) 🌼 Mastery (Steve x artist!reader) 🌼 Steve x short male!reader (headcanon) 🌼🔥 Ties (long-haired!reader x Steve learning to braid) 🌼 Period Comfort 🌼 not-Baker!Steve (cake decorating) 🌼🔥 Not Today (Steve x workaholic!reader) ⛈🌼 Hit By Fate (life lesson gift fic) ⛈🌼 Midnight Kiss (New Year's Eve) On A Scar (Valentine's drabble) A Dark Day and A Bright Night (gn!reader kiss fic) ⛈🌼
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ARI LEVINSON–
Disneyland (Ari proposes to reader) 🌼🔥
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Ari x best friend!reader drabble series
In The Beginning (origins) 🌼🔥 Alone Together (Valentine’s Day) ⛈🌼 I Know You (house hunt) 🌼 Oh Dear… (period comfort) 🌼⛈ Temper (headcanon humor) 🌼 A Little Rain Indoors (storm cuddles) 🌼🔥 Post-Nightmare Cuddles (drabble prompt) ⛈🌼 Cooking with Ari(headcanon) 🌼 Treasure (gifts headcanon) ⛈🌼 The Chair Beside Your Bed (hospital visit) ⛈🌼 Light of My Life (proposal) 🌼 The Break and the Birth (when Ari gets sick) 🌼 “Anniversary”  🌼 Thoughts on the future 🌼⛈
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JAKE JENSON--
Arts and Crafts (drabble prompts) 🌼 A Kiss To Distract (Valentine's fic) 🌼 This Can't Be The Moment (gn!reader) 🌼⛈
JOHNNY STORM--
Heat Tank (Valentine's kiss fic) 🌼🔥
JAMES MACE--
A Kiss Without Motive (Valentine's fic) ⛈🌼
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BUCKY BARNES–
A Long Walk In Winter  🌼🔥 A Casual Kiss 🌼🔥
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The Stark Legacy (Masterlist)
Bucky x (OC) Stark’s Daughter Endgame AU (epic action/adventure with minor romance)
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SAMBUCKY or WINTERFALCON–
Alternate Moves (dissociation triggered)🔥⛈🌼🍀
When You Wake, Love, I’ll Be There (nightmare comfort)🔥⛈🌼
What Was Said, We Said For Good (endgame goodbye)🔥⛈
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avengerscompound · 5 months
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The Tower - Loki
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The Tower - Loki
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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 2612
Warnings:  smut (MF, vaginal sex)
Synopsis:  Elly reminisces about Loki’s first introductions to each of the groups children, then the god of mischief gives her some needed alone time with Thor. 
Author’s Note: Requested by RoyaWitch on Wattpad and JamieBarnes on AO3. You can send in your requests too.
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Takes place after Happily Ever After but references the past a lot.
Loki
It was a quiet day on Asgard.  The weather was mild, warm without being too hot, and had clear skies.  Thor was taking one of his unusual days off the throne, and Sam and Steve were taking his place.  Thor and I had taken Thour and Nova to the courtyard to play with the Vulparev.  They were toddling around, using their familiars to steady themselves as they explored the garden, and Thor and I sat on a rug watching them, me leaning up against Thor as he played with my hair.  We had a little picnic set up, with snacks and drinks for us and the kids, plus some treats for the Vulparev.
We hadn’t been outside very long when both the children squealed loudly and ran to the other side of the atrium.  Thor and I sat up to see what was happening just in time to see the twins slam into Loki’s legs.
“Yes, hello.  It is good to see you too,” he said, crouching down and holding his arms out.  The twins both clambered up on him like he was a tree and he stood, holding them both on his hips.
“Brother!” Thor boomed.  “It is good to see you on this fine day.  Where are you headed?”
Loki carried the babies over to us, the vulparev flanking him on either side.  When he saw us laying on the grass he shook his head and gave a small roll of his eyes. “Oh good, my favorite people,” he snarked.
“I hear the sarcasm, Loki, and I wonder who you’re trying to convince,” I teased.
He smirked and took a seat, plopping the two toddlers into his lap. “I’m not really going anywhere, brother,” he said.  “I was just walking.  Are you slacking today?”
Thor chuckled, refusing to take the bait.  “Steven and Samuel are on the throne today.  They are more than capable of running the kingdom.”
Loki tsked and rolled his eyes, but as he did Nova started to climb up onto him again and cuddled against his side.  Loki’s eyes softened and he gazed down at the little boy.  “Well, aren’t you a sweet little thing?”
I smiled as I gazed at them.  Loki had always been so good with the children.  Back when Riley and Pietro had been born, I’d been a little nervous about Loki meeting them.  I liked Loki back then, though I didn’t know them very well.  I knew Thor adored his sibling but I also knew that Loki had long-held resentments due to Odin’s treatment of them.  It had manifested into a fight for the throne that kept repeating itself, Thor being the chosen child to rule despite not wanting to, and Loki believing that Thor was a bad choice.  I’d worried that with Riley’s birth, that resentment would come to a head again because now Loki wouldn’t even be the next in line to rule after Thor.
When Loki had come to meet the twins it was the first time I’d ever seen her presenting as a woman.  She was so beautiful dressed in a green and gold gown and when Thor placed Pietro into her arms, all concerns that she’d ever be a risk to those children melted away immediately.  She looked so maternal with him in her arms.  Almost as if motherhood was part of her divinity.
“Hello, child,” she cooed.  “I’m your aunt.  You’re not always going to have an easy life.  Your sister is heir to a throne and she’s likely to be very powerful.  But don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you.  I know what it’s like to have a sibling that is difficult to stand in the shadow of.  Perhaps I can teach you magic someday.  Would you like that?”
She flicked her fingers over Pietro’s head and green light danced on her fingertips.  Pietro cooed and reached for them, completely mesmerized by the light.
While Pietro was her favorite, she’d loved Riley just as strongly, and even though the twins didn’t get to see Loki constantly, it was enough that they soon learned that their aunt was often their uncle, and they were always excited when they visited.  Often when Thor returned home to us, after the twins had gotten their cuddles from their father, the first thing they asked was ‘Where’s Loki?”
Loki met Rebecca, Sarah, Rose, and Eddie at the same time.  This time he came and stayed with us at the tower for a few months.  He was so excited to meet the new clan, though Pietro was still the favored one.  We’d been a little worried about Loki staying for so long.  He did get bored easily and not everyone had fully forgiven Thor’s brother for his past transgressions.  Clint’s grudge in particular ran very deep.  I understood that - Loki had made Clint kill friends. People who he knew.  People who had family.
We had once again been proven wrong.  Not that Loki didn’t get bored and cause trouble.  He did.  A god of mischief has to mischief.  His pranks were all on the harmless side and mostly he was a blessing to have around.  He helped change diapers.  He would take Riley and Pietro to and from school.  The thing is, Loki is also the god of stories, and each night during that visit he would weave these amazing tales for Riley and Pietro that would even keep many of us adults enthralled.
I think by the time Billy was born, Loki was starting to think we were maybe breeding a little much.  He didn’t come down to visit right away, and in fact, he didn’t meet Billy until we brought the kids to Asgard when he was six months old.
Loki had met us on the Rainbow Bridge and after being set upon by Riley and Pietro, he came over to Wanda who was trying to soothe Billy after the trip through the Bifrost.
“Where is the new addition to the family?” he asked.
“He’s here,” Wanda said, showing Loki the little crying bundle in her arms.  Loki looked down at Riley and rolled his eyes.  “Your parents like making new Midgardians, don’t they?”
She giggled and nodded. “I got so many brothers and sisters,” she said.
“I thought having one brother was too many,” Loki said, making her break down into hysterical laughter.
He moved in closer to Billy and caressed a finger down his cheek.  “Oh, I know.  It’s a big scary universe and you’re just learning how big and scary it can be.”
He raised an eyebrow and looked up at Wanda.  “He’s full of magic.  Do you feel that?”
She smiled and nodded.  “I can.  I might need your help teaching him.”
The corner of Loki’s lips twitched up for a moment and he tickled Billy’s tummy. “Well, little one, it sounds like we will be working together.  That will be fun won’t it?”
Loki was there when Tommy was born.  We had so many kids by that point that even with the nannies, we wanted to have a backup on delivery day.  She came down while Natasha was sleeping and was the first person who was not a part of the polycule.  She sat for so long just gazing down into Tommy’s eyes, and when Tommy’s tiny little hand closed around her finger, for a split second I was sure I saw her eyes prick with tears.
When we decided to have Mar, I think Loki thought we were all done.  He came to see us when Mar was just a few weeks old.  Looking back on it now, I wonder if Loki could sense something in them even back then.  Loki never referred to Mar as a girl or used the pronouns she or her.  It was always child and they/them.  Maybe there was something deep in Loki’s magic and identity that like recognized like.  Or maybe that’s just how Loki addressed all the children and I just didn’t notice with the others.  Either way, he was smitten once again, and once again, he had a nibbling that adored him.
Thor poured Loki a glass of wine and offered it to him.  “It is a rare day when we are both off.”
“It has been a while,” Loki agreed, waving away the glass.  I could see why.  His hands were full and there was no way he’d put down one of the children before they were ready.  “But do not think I plan to spend the day reminiscing with you about the good old days.”
“I would never dare,” Thor joked.
“God, how is it that all our children just adore you?” I asked as I watched the twins both start to settle and lay in against their uncle, looking like they were about to fall asleep.
“They do have good taste,” he said.
“So people that like you have good taste?” I asked.
Loki rolled his eyes. “Nice try, Elise,” he teased. “But I said that people that adore me have good taste.  Do you adore me, Elise?  Are you completely infatuated with me?”
I started giggling.  “Maybe?”
“Oh, do you hear that brother?  Your dear wife is completely smitten.  How hard it will be for me not to steal her away from you,” he teased.
Thor laughed loudly.  “That will be a shame.  But - at least she will be staying within the family.”
I lost it completely, leaning into Thor as I hid my face.  “Oh no, she seeks comfort in my brother for I have scorned her.  A tale worthy of the ages,” Loki teased, making me laugh even louder, my sides hurting.
“Do not worry, brother.  As soon as I bed her, I’ll have her forgetting all about you,” Thor joked.
Loki grimaced and shook his head. “I did not need to hear that,” Loki said.  “Be away with you both.”
“Hey! We were here first!” I argued.
“Yes, but I am currently covered in small sleeping children and you are not,” he said. “So you’ll need to leave.”
We didn’t move, obviously assuming it was part of the joke but Loki waved us away.  “I mean it.  I have these two.  I’ll bring them back when they wake.  Go and bed your wife.”
Thor titled his head.  “Are you sure?  We don’t mind keeping you company.”
He shook his head. “You know how I feel about company.  Go.  I’ll bring them back to you when they wake.”
I leaned over and kissed both Nova and Thour on the forehead.  “Thank you, Loki.”
“You can owe me a favor,” he teased.
“Oh gods,” I laughed as I stood with Thor, making Loki laugh as well.
I collected up Sanguine as Thor picked up Mjolnir and the two of us headed back into the palace.
“It feels a little strange to bed you at the whim of my brother,” Thor said as we strolled back to our living quarters.
“Is that going to stop you from doing it?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Oh norns, no,” he said. “We should take advantage of the moment while we have it.”
I laughed and leaned up and kissed him, and he took the opportunity to scoop me up into his arms.  I squealed and laughed as he carried me straight to our bedroom, climbing the stairs to our oversized bed and laying me down on the mattress.  Thor started to slowly undress as he looked down at me, pulling on different drawstrings and unclasping buckles.  I simply pulled on one tie and my gown fell open, the fabric spilling out around me.
He licked his lips as he threw his tunic aside, exposing his muscular chest.  I met his eyes and slowly ran my palm down my body and between my legs, fingering my clit as I looked up at him.  “Mmm that’s it, my life,” he purred. “Just like that.  Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
I moaned and my head dropped back as I focused on the warm tingle that was slowly spreading through me from my cunt.  “Look at me, my queen.”
I opened my eyes.  He stood above me, watching me through darkened eyes.  He opened his pants and pushed them down.  His cock sprung up, thick and hard, pressing straight up against his belly.  He wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly started pumping it.  A bead of precome formed on the head and I licked my lips, picturing how it must taste.
He sank to his knees and crawled up over me.  I spread my legs, welcoming him between them, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down into a kiss.
He slid the head of his cock up and down my slit.  It pulsed against my clit sending shivers through time, and I arched my back, trying to angle my hips so he’d push into me.
Thor was in no hurry. If the tip of his cock caught at my entrance he would pull back and slide past it, teasing my clit once more.  I whined needing, squirming under him.
He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine.  “My poor needy lover. Am I taking too long?”
“Yes,” I whined.  “I want you inside me.”
He changed the angle of his hips and with one smooth stroke, he entered me. I moaned as my cunt stretched to take him, and I lifted my knees so he could go as deep as possible.
He didn’t give me time to adjust but he also didn’t rush things.  Each roll of his hips was slow and measured, so his cock dragged down the ridges of my cunt, and the base rubbed against my clit.  I kept trying to angle my hips so he would hit my g-spot, but he was just too big, it brushed past it, which sent shivers through me and was punctuated with a sting as he hit my cervix.
I wrapped myself around him and raked my nails down his back.  I couldn’t get enough of him.  I wanted him to touch all of me.  For our bodies to meld together.  I pulled him into another kiss.  It was deep and slow, matching the pace of Thor’s hips.  We were making love, even with the sting with each thrust, it was love-making at its best.
Pleasure spread through me like an electric current, making my skin prickle and my hair stand on end.  It felt like the current was passing between us, merging us into one.
I rolled my hips to meet his, arching my back, and moaning into his lips.  My orgasm built, coiling through me like a snake, starting at my toes and winding right up to the top of my head.  It tightened all at once and I seized up under him as my orgasm came crashing through me.
Thor continued to thrust, fucking me through my orgasm, and when his hit, he shoved in deep and pulled back, roaring as he released inside me.
He rolled, pulling me on top of him so he could stay inside me longer.  “How long do you think we have?” I asked.
He smiled up at me and ran his fingers through my hair.  “I think he will give us just exactly as much time as we need. And then he’ll come in and make it seem as if he hated every second of it and that we owe him.”
I chuckled. “I mean, we kind of do.”
Thor laughed with me and rested his forehead against mine.  “Don’t let him know we know,” he whispered and we both collapsed, laughing together.
~ END ~
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atlasscrumpit · 2 years
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Possession
Stucky x Reader
Trigger warning : Sexual assault, Kidnapping, yandere ish elements but not from bucky or Steve, abuse, manipulation
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His hands roaming your body, his lips kissing your bare bruised skin, his mouth whispering small praises as he uses your body for his pleasure.
You lay beside him heaving softly as he wrapped his arm around your bare body.
"Deep breaths." He whispered softly kissing your ear. All that mattered was that he was happy, he was pleased.
"D-Did I do well?" You whispered closing your eyes, afraid of that answer to leave his lips.
"My darling you did amazing, so amazing." He whispered as your lips curled into a smile. You did it, you had pleased him and made him happy.
"My good girl." He whispered running his hands over the bruises and marks he had left on you.
"Thank you Master." You whispered as you curled into his embrace and smiled softly. He chuckled and kissed your forehead before you fell into a deep peaceful sleep.
You grumbled softly as you stretched your rested body. Your Master, Ezekiel must have let you sleep in today after last night. You got dressed into your day clothes and made your way downstairs. You lived in Ezekiel's massive mansion in the woods, you had been here for years now. You belonged to him, that meant you did everything he said. You knew all to well what happened if you didn't do what he said. You saw Ezekiel in the kitchen making breakfast as you smiled to yourself.
"Good morning Sir." You said as he turned around and smiled.
"Ah there you are little one." He exclaimed as he turned around with a plate of pancakes.
"Thank you so much Master, what's the occasion?" You asked as he chuckled and kissed your forehead while you took the plate.
"Well darling, you were very good for me last night. You took your punishment well and then pleased me very much. I thought I should repay the favour and cook you your favourite." He said as you nodded and smiled. You sat down at the table and waited patiently for him to finish and sit across from you.
"I have two very important men coming to stay for a few days, they are very wealthy men and they need a place to stay while we conduct business. I expect you to be on your best behaviour little one, anything they need you give to them. That doesn't include pleasure, that's saved for me." He said smirking as you nodded.
"May I know their names?" You asked politely as you began to eat.
"James Barnes, but he goes by Bucky and Steve Rogers. You'll address them as Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers or Sir. Understood?" He asked as you nodded.
"Of course Sir." You replied as he smiled.
"They'll be here in two hours so once you're done eating go prepare two guest rooms for them, make sure the bathrooms are clean, there's enough towels, make sure to cover up those bruises and then report back to me once you've finished." Ezekiel gave you your orders as you nodded.
"Good girl." Your master praised making you blush a little. You finished off your breakfast and got started on the guest rooms. You were still sore from last night, you had disobeyed him so he punished you and after he used your body so you were sore for both reasons. You always came out with bruises, especially if he got his anger out of you.
You hissed lightly as you bent over and held onto your ribs, he had gripped you a little too hard.
You finished the rooms and bathrooms as you made your way back to Ezekiel's and your room to find your make up as you began covering up the bruises on your face.
"Sorry I left so many marks little one, you took it very well." You heard his voice say as you looked in the mirror to see him behind you leaning against the doorway of the bathroom.
"It's ok Sir, a-and thank you." You muttered as he came up behind you and ran his finger over the bite mark on your neck.
"Have you learnt your lesson?" He growled in your ear sending a shiver through your body.
"Well?" He asked looking at you through the mirror.
"Of course Master, t-thank you for showing me." You whispered as he chuckled lowly.
"My good girl." He whispered kissing your neck, he walked away from you as you sighed in relief.
"Did you finish everything I told you to finish?" He asked as he sat on his large king bed.
"Of course Sir." You replied finishing the cover up of your bruises and scars.
"We have some time Princess." He said as he smirked at you.
"I think it would ruin the make up Master." You muttered as he smiled.
"Hmm, I suppose you're right darling. But you owe me for tonight ok?" He said as you plastered on a fake smile and nodded.
Suddenly the doorbell rang as you quickly dressed into more appropriate clothes.
"Behave darling." He warned lowly as you followed him downstairs to the front door. He opened it to reveal two very handsome men.
"Ah Bucky and Steve, how are the two most powerful men in the state?" Ezekiel said as they chuckled.
"We're fine, tired after the long trip." Bucky said as he glanced at you.
"Oh, how rude of me. Gentlemen, this is Y/N. Anything you need you may ask her. Y/N?" Ezekiel said looking at you as you smiled to them.
"Welcome Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers. Would you like a drink after your long trip?" You asked as your Master smiled proudly.
"Actually a drink sounds nice." Steve said tiredly.
"I'll take your bags up to your rooms then I will bring down a bottle of our finest whiskey." You said as you took their bags from them.
"Thank you very much doll." Bucky said flashing you a charming smile as you blushed a little. You left up to their guest rooms and gently set down their bags before you made your way to the cellar where the alcohol was kept. You brought it back to the main room where the three men were sat talking. You grabbed three glasses and poured the whiskey before handing each of them a glass.
"Thank you." Steve and Bucky said as they smiled.
"Go prepare lunch for us darling." Ezekiel said as you nodded and left the three men to talk business.
You prepared sandwiches for them and went back into the main room.
"Sir, lunch is ready and prepared on the table." You said to the men as they smiled and followed you into the kitchen.
"Another whiskey dear." Ezekiel said as you nodded and poured him another glass.
"Would you two like anything else?" You asked politely.
"Just a water thank you." Bucky said as you nodded and handed him a glass of water.
You went back to cleaning up as the men talked and ate, after they were down you cleared their plates. Ezekiel came up behind you while you were washing up.
"I'm going to show them around the property, while we're out have some lunch and make sure this is all cleaned up." He ordered as you nodded and continued scrubbing the dishes. You watched them leave to the outside as you bit your lip, getting through this was going to be hard. You needed to stop blushing every time one of them talked. They were both so handsome, and seemed to be kind.
You finished cleaning up and quickly made some lunch for yourself. You needed to stop your mind from wandering to the two men.
Ezekiel, Bucky and Steve came back inside as you smiled politely.
"Well, we have a lot to talk about gentlemen. Y/N make yourself busy around the house." Ezekiel said as you nodded and watched them follow Ezekiel to his office. You sighed as you went around the house making yourself busy.
You cleaned, scrubbed and dusted everywhere you could. The sun was beginning to set and the men hadn't emerged from Ezekiel's office. You decided to get started on dinner for them.
When the men finally did emerge you had dinner set out for them.
"Wow, it looks delicious. Did you cook all of this Y/N?" Bucky asked as you smiled.
"I did Sir." You replied as they all sat down and began eating. You made yourself busy in the kitchen while the men ate and talked.
"This is very good Y/N." Steve complimented making you blush a little as you smiled.
"Thank you very much Mr. Rogers." You replied while cleaning up the kitchen.
They sat and talked for awhile as you cleaned up their plates and washed the dishes.
"Well, I'm exhausted after today. I think we might call it an early night and get some rest." Steve said as Ezekiel nodded.
"Y/N, show these men to their chambers." Your Master instructed as you nodded.
"This way gentlemen." You said as they followed you up the stairs.
"There's a bathroom in each room if you wish to shower before bed." You said as you showed them to the guest rooms.
"Thank you Y/N, and thank you for everything you did for us today." Bucky said as he smiled at you.
"Oh, you're very welcome Sir." You replied while returning his smile.
"I hope you both have a good rest." You said as they went into one room together.
"Thank you dear, you too." They said before you left. Maybe they were together? It would explain why they wanted to stay in the same room. You made your way back down to Ezekiel where he glared at you. Oh no.
"Don't think I didn't see your wandering eyes darling, the little blush on your cheeks whenever you looked at one of them." He said as you heart stopped in your chest. Ezekiel stood in front of you as he ran his hand over your face.
"Does someone need a reminder of who she belongs to?" He whispered lowly.
"I-I'm sorry Sir, I didn't mean to." You said in a small voice as he chuckled.
"Go take off your make up and then come back here." He growled as you nodded and ran up to the bathroom. You knew he was just going to add to the bruises. You wiped off all the make up and went back down stairs to Ezekiel. He slapped you across the face with such force you fell to the ground. He gripped you by your hair as a tear fell from your eye.
"Who do you belong to?" He growled in your ear.
"Y-You." You muttered before he hit you across your face.
"Seems someone has been forgetting that." He hissed.
He kept beating you until your face was bruised and bloodied, you laid on the floor heaving trying to catch your breath back.
"Go to my room, strip and wait on the bed." He growled as you nodded and stood on your shaky legs stumbling your way upstairs. You couldn't help the tears fall as you stripped off you clothing and curled up under the sheets.
You had a minute to yourself before he came up stairs and began unbuckling his pants, this was going to hurt.
You laid in bed with Ezekiel asleep next to you as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Everything hurt, he was too rough with you. You crept out of the bed and wrapped a blanket around your naked bruised body as you stumbled downstairs. You needed some water. You made your way to the kitchen but bumped into something.
"Y/N?" You heard a voice say as you looked up to see Bucky.
"M-Mr. Barnes. I-I'm so sorry." You whispered with your hoarse voice, he flicked on a light and gasped as he saw you bloody and bruised face.
"Doll, what happened?" He asked as he reached towards your face making you flinched away and shut your eyes.
"Shh it's ok, I won't hurt you." He whispered as he got you a glass of water and handed it to you.
"T-Thank you." You whispered as you took a small sip.
"Did Ezekiel do this?" He asked as you looked away from him.
"I-It's ok Mr. Barnes. I'm alright you don't need to worry." You whispered as he gently led you to the lounge room.
"Do you want to sit down?" He asked as you shook your head.
"H-Hurts." You whispered as he looked at you in confusion then his eyes widened.
"O-Oh, here." He said as he placed down a blanket and pillow for you to sit on.
"Is that ok?" He asked as you nodded and sat down hissing a little.
"God Y/N." Bucky muttered as he sat beside you.
"Do you have a first aid kit anywhere?" He asked as you shook your head.
"M-Master will fix me u-up in the morning." You whispered, Bucky looked at you sadly as you heard a noise and began to panic.
"Bucky?" You heard Steve ask as you sighed in relief. Steve turned the corner and gasped when he saw you.
"Y/N, god. What happened?" He asked as he took of his hoodie instantly and placed it over you.
"Here, you look freezing." He whispered as you secured the hoodie around you and kept the blanket around your waist.
"What happened?" Steve asked as you looked away from him.
"Ezekiel." Bucky muttered making Steve look at you in shock.
"Y/N did he rape you?" Steve asked quietly as you nodded a little.
"H-He does it nearly every night, y-you would think my body would be used to it." You whispered as more tears streamed down your face.
"P-Please don't tell him I talked to you." You sobbed as Bucky gently brushed a piece of hair away from your face.
"Shh doll, we won't tell him anything. We promise." Bucky said as you nodded.
"Do you work for Ezekiel?" Steve asked as you shook your head.
"N-No, I just belong to him. S-So I must do what he says. It's been like that for years." You muttered making them look at you sadly.
"What do you mean you belong to him? Is he your husband?" Bucky asked as you shook your head again.
"H-He took me from the c-city one day. I-I tried to run away a lot of times but I learnt to not disobey him." You whispered as Bucky and Steve looked at each other with worry.
"Darling that's illegal, he kidnapped you." Steve said making you cry more.
"I-I can't leave." You whispered as Steve gently wiped away your tears.
"We need to call the police or something." Bucky said as you shook your head.
"N-No, please it'll make everything worse. You need to just forget what I've told you. Please I beg you." You whispered crying more and more.
"Doll, we can't just leave you here." Steve whispered as you hiccuped and sobbed.
"Shh, it's ok." Bucky whispered as he gently wrapped his arm around you, you cuddled into his embrace and hid your face on his chest.
"We have a friend in the city, Tony Stark. We'll talk to him tomorrow and see if he can help. Is that ok?" Steve asked you as Bucky ran his hand through your hair.
"I-I don't want to be hurt even more." You whispered.
"You won't be darling, Ezekiel won't find out. We'll protect you while we're here ok?" Bucky said as you nodded.
"Please don't hurt me." You cried as Bucky hugged you tighter.
"Shh doll, we won't hurt you. We're gonna get you out of here, we promise." Bucky whispered running his hand through your soft hair.
"I-I need to go back to bed, s-so he doesn't suspect anything." You muttered as Bucky gently kissed your forehead.
"Ok doll, come to our room if you need anything. Even if we're asleep ok?" Steve said as you nodded.
"We'll see you in the morning." Bucky said before you gently took off Steve's hoodie and gave it back to him wrapping the blanket around you further.
"T-Thank you." You whispered before making your way back upstairs. You crept back into the bed and felt Ezekiel wrap his arms around you.
"Where'd you go?" He growled lowly.
"I-I just needed some water." You whispered as he nodded and went back to sleep.
Back down in the living room Bucky and Steve sat in silence.
"She looked so terrified." Bucky whispered as Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky.
"We're gonna help her out of this." He whispered as Bucky nodded.
"She just reminds me of what happened to me, and I just want to hold her and protect her with my life." Bucky replied.
"I know, me too."
You body ached so much. You groaned as you opened your eyes to soft light streaming into the room. Your mind wandered.
"Shh doll, you're safe. We've got you." Bucky's voice whispered in your head as you curled up more under the sheets.
"Little one." Ezekiel muttered as he wrapped his arms around you making you hiss in pain.
"S-Sorry." You whispered as he loosened his grip.
"Shh darling, you were amazing last night. Such a good girl." He whispered.
"I'll go get the first aid kit." He muttered getting out of bed.
He came back and began gently treating your wounds as you tried to not cry.
"Shh my little one, I'm almost finished." He whispered as he tended to the wounds on your back. You body began to shake as you held your tears back. He finished treating your wounds as he lifted your chin up with his finger.
"If you need to cry precious just let it out. You poor little body went through a lot last night, let it out if you need to." He whispered, that was all your body needed as you burst out in tears letting him gently wrap you up in a hug.
"That's it little one, just let it all out." He whispered while rubbing your back.
"I-I'm sorry." You sobbed as you clung onto him.
"My poor little one, have you learnt your lesson? Do you remember who owns you?" He asked running his hand through your hair.
"Y-Yes Master." You sobbed out as he smiled.
"Good girl."
You finally composed yourself and let Ezekiel cover your bruises with make up before you followed him downstairs to make breakfast.
"Master what would you like for breakfast." You asked as he kissed your forehead and sat down at the table.
"Bacon and eggs will do fine little one." He instructed as you nodded.
After a while Bucky and Steve made their way down stairs and you made a note to not even look them in the eyes.
"Y/N is preparing breakfast gentlemen. I trust you both slept well." Ezekiel said as they both nodded.
You finished making breakfast and set it on the table as you smiled politely.
"We have a few things we need to talk over with Tony after breakfast but after that we should be able to get back to business." Steve said as Ezekiel nodded.
"Of course."
Ezekiel was sat on the couch watching TV as you walked in after finishing everything he told you to do.
"What would you like me to do next Sir?" You asked as he smiled.
"Come sit with me darling." He said opening his arms to you. You sat beside him and cuddled into his side as he smiled.
"Are you feeling sore?" He asked as you nodded a little.
"It's just a nice little reminder." He whispered as you looked up at him.
"Thank you." You muttered as he chuckled and ran his hand over your cheek.
"You're such a good girl for me." He whispered as he kissed you softly.
"I think we have a little time to ourselves." He whispered as his hand traveled down your legs.
"I-I'm still sore master." You whispered looking away from him. He pulled your chin to look at him.
"I'm sorry, did you just reject me?" He growled lowly as you shook your head.
"N-No no of course not master!" You said as he smiled and reached down further to your core as you held onto him and closed your eyes tightly. You felt his finger go inside of you as you whined softly.
"So sensitive little one." He whispered as he kissed your neck. You felt him pull his pants down and push your underwear aside as he slowly settled himself inside of you.
"Hmm, that's a good girl." He moaned out as tears streamed down your face. You hiccuped a little as he ran his hand over your back.
"Shhh little one." He whispered as you covered your mouth with your hand. You heard a noise and looked up to see Bucky as your eyes widened.
"Oh Mr. Barnes. You've caught me at an awkward time." Ezekiel said as Bucky stood frozen staring at you.
'Help me.' You mouthed as Bucky growled lowly.
"Get the fuck off her." He growled as Ezekiel looked at him in confusion.
"Surely you can understand a man needs some pleasure." Ezekiel said as Bucky drew a gun and pointed it at Ezekiel's head. Ezekiel pushed you aside as you fell onto the couch and quickly pulled your underwear back into place. Steve appeared as you coward away.
"Y/N come here." Steve said as you went to get up but Ezekiel stopped you.
"Don't you dare." He growled as tears streamed down your face.
"It's ok Y/N, we're going to protect you." Steve whispered as you pushed past Ezekiel and ran to Steve.
"You bitch!" Ezekiel shouted as he grabbed the gun and fired at you hitting you in the ribs as you screamed.
"Y/N!" Bucky shouted as he caught you before you hit the floor. Suddenly agents had the place swarmed.
"Ezekiel you're under arrest." A voice growled as Bucky picked you up and brought you outside to where Tony Stark was standing.
"Get in the jet, we'll take her straight back to the tower." Tony said as you clutched onto Bucky and sobbed.
"B-Bucky." You cried out as Bucky gently placed you down in the jet and sat beside you.
"Shh doll, I'm here. You're gonna be ok."
You woke up to see Steve and Bucky beside you as you whined softly.
"Y/N, doll you're awake." Steve said as he held onto your hand.
"W-Where are we?" You muttered as they smiled.
"We're in Tony's tower, Bruce removed the bullet and stitched you up. Ezekiel was taken into custody. You're safe doll." Bucky said as you cried happily.
"Y-You saved me." You whispered as Bucky gentle kissed your forehead.
"You'll never see him again doll. Tony said you can take one of the spare rooms where you'll be more comfortable. You want us to take you there now so you can rest?" Steve asked as you nodded slowly, Steve gently picked you up as you rested your head on his chest.
They took you into one of the spare rooms and rested you on the bed.
"C-Could you two stay with me?" You whispered looking away from them.
"I-I'm not used to sleeping alone." You whispered as they smiled.
"Of course doll." Bucky replied as they climbed in either side of you.
"Is it ok if we touch you doll?" Steve asked quietly as you nodded and let them wrap their arms around you.
"You're safe Y/N." Bucky whispered kissing your forehead.
"We'll protect you now doll. Get some rest, you're safe."
You stayed with Bucky and Steve until your wounds healed and then Steve and Bucky let you move into their apartment with you. You had never been happier. Some nights you woke up screaming for Ezekiel to stop, but Bucky and Steve were always beside you to calm you down.
You finally got the life you deserved after all those years, two amazing men that loved and cared for you and a home where you were safe.
Maybe some stories do have a happy ending. 
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renegadecantlife · 1 year
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Looking for a stucky fic I've read before, premise is that people are assigned roles at the certain age Dom-Sub. Reader is a sub who was kept sheltered from the outside world becoming more accepting of submissives being real living people and not slaves, so her father gives her to an abusive dom. In comas stucky, steve is the dom bucky is his sub but when they meet the reader while her Dom is out of town they decide to take her in as her health is at major risk due to being mistreated, story ends happy with the reader learning to be a happy healthy sub in a happy healthy relationship
Edit! Fic has been found!
It was re-found by the lovely @hellsenthero
It's called 'A relationship you dident know you deserved' by the lovely @vampiregirl1797 ^^ I will reblog it and tag those who wished to be tagged once it was found, absolutely love this fic vampire! Keep up the good work <3
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littlemochix17 · 2 months
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