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cissyenthusiast010155 · 9 months

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All But Done ~Agent!Peggy Carter xFem SHIELD!Agent!Reader

Request from @theturboforce1984 —“5 with Peggy Carter”. Thanks for the Request! Here’s a little smut scene between Agent!Peggy and trainee!Agent!Reader 🤭

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#5. “Shut up and kiss me already”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, kissing, fingering, pet names, exhibitionist kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

Another slip up of yours and you were on the floor, pinned down beneath the brunette once more. Your breath hitched at the compromising position you were in. She chuckled, getting off you, and offering you a hand. You took it, standing up with a huff.

“Again.” Agent Carter instructed.

You nodded, as you two began sparring again. This time around, you ducked a good amount of the brunette’s jabs and even got in a one or two good hits yourself. But once again bam!, She had you on your back, this time with her foot on your chest. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“Alright, That’s enough for today…” she spoke, relieving the pressure of her heel.

You sighed in relief. Once again, the brunette helped you back up.

“You are getting better, you know…” she encouraged.

“Am I…?” You joked.

“Yes, you really are.” The brunette insisted, “When S.H.I.E.L.D first assigned you to me, you were physically defenseless. Now, you are able to hold your ground for a longer amount of time.”

You blushed slightly at her praise.

God were you glad that it was only you too in the sparring room today… With the amount of reactions the brunette was pulling from you today…

“Don’t think I don’t notice your little reactions…” Agent Carter chuckled amusingly.

Her words pulled you back to reality. Your throat went dry. The brunette was now a mere inches away from you, her eyes trained intently on you.

“I… What…?” You chocked out.

She cocked her head to the side slightly, letting eyes eyes roam up and down your frame.

“I… I’m sorry the impression… that I may have given you… b-but I… I don’t—” you stuttered.

“Shut up and kiss me already…” she interrupted you.

Your eyes widened but you didn’t need to be told twice… You crashed your lips eagerly into the brunette’s. She met your fervor passionately.

“I… people… camera…! They’ll see—!!” You stammered, into the kiss.

“I don’t care…” she muttered, then going back to ravaging your lips.

“M’mmmm Agent…” you breathily moaned, as she slid her tongue into your wet cavern.

Agent Carter pulled away for a moment.

“Peggy. Call me Peggy, Darling…” she panted.

You nodded breathlessly, before Peggy smashed her lips back into yours, pushing up against one of the wooden beams in the room.

Her tongue slid into your mouth and started to explore your wet cavern, while one of her hands snaked down your training pants. You gasped as she moved your knickers to the side.

“Tell me what you want, Darling…” she purred, “I need to hear you say it.”

“I want… want your fingers inside me…” you whimpered.

“Good girl…” Peggy cooed, before sliding two of her fingers into your aching core.

Her fingers began pumping and curling inside you fast and hard. Your head was thrown back against the beam in pleasure, your eyes screwed shut tight.

“Oh GOD—!!” You moaned out.

“Not god, Darling…” the brunette chuckled, adding another finger into your slick cunt.

Her fingers curled inside you relentlessly to hit that deliciously spongey spot in your walls. Strings of whimpers and moans spewed from your lips, as the brunette worked you with ease. Your legs were trembling as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Say my name…” she lustfully purred.

“Peggy fuck!! I’m so… fuck please…!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, Love…” she cooed.

Her words sent you over edge. You clenched around the brunettes digits, and your legs were shaking. Peggy had to muffle your mouth with her other hand, your screams were so loud. Your knees suddenly buckled, and Peggy quickly pulled out of you, catching you with both of her hands. You were panting heavily

“You did so good, Darling… So good…” she gently cooed.

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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The Agent Next Door

Peggy Carter/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 10 of 31

Words: 1,372

Summary: After she runs into her neighbor at the automat, Daniel and Jack start to pick up on Peggy’s little crush.

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Somehow, Peggy didn’t quite understand how she had gotten to this point in her life, sitting in her regular booth at the L&L automat with a cup of tea in her hands, Daniel Sousa next to her and Jack Thompson sitting across from them. A lot had changed in the months since they had wrapped up the case of Howard’s stolen weapons, because she would have never expected to be anything more than acquaintances with them.

They had actually just returned from a meeting with the eccentric millionaire, an ordeal that wasn’t ever unpleasant but more of a formality, to try to ensure that a situation like that one never arises again. Jack had complained about his stomach growling as they got back in the car, and Daniel suggested they stop for lunch.

The automat was quiet and Peggy knew the food was good, so she suggested they stop there. Angie wasn’t working today, as she was going to be at an audition for a majority of the day, so there wasn’t anyone that Peggy recognized as they stepped in.

About halfway through the meal though, that changed when you walked through the door. You noticed Peggy almost immediately, and while you didn’t go over and say hello, you shot her a warm smile and a nod before taking a seat at the counter.

Jack didn’t notice your entrance into the restaurant because he was sitting with his back to the door, but Daniel did. “Who’s that?” he asked, nodding towards where you were sitting.

“She lives in the apartment next to me at the Griffith,” Peggy said. “Moved here a few months ago from DC, she’s a receptionist at one of those fancy office buildings uptown I think.”

“Really?” Jack asked, turning to look at you. “She’s cute.”

“I don’t think you’d be her type,” Peggy said, looking Jack up and down as she spoke.

“Why not? Just because you don’t like me it doesn’t mean no one else does.”

Peggy laughed at Jack’s expression. “No, I seriously know that you’re not her type. She’s not one to look for people like you, if you know what I mean.”

Realization dawned on Jack’s face as he processed Peggy’s words, and she was grateful that she didn’t have to explain anything further. All three of them at the table considered themselves to be open when it came to the gender of their partners, so she wasn’t too worried about either of them being raising an issue about your romantic preferences, but this was still a public place, and she didn’t want anyone to overhear. Daniel understood the implications of her statement as well, so the conversation soon shifted to something else.

The entire time they ate, Peggy kept glancing back at you. It started out as a way to keep an ear out so they could talk about work away from prying ears, but it soon became more than that. She hoped that her companions wouldn’t notice the way she kept glancing in your direction, but evidently she was not that lucky.

“Anything interesting happening to your neighbor over there?” Jack asked, interrupting Daniel’s sentence about some of the reports they’re working on. “You keep looking in her direction.”

“Everything’s fine,” Peggy said, trying to keep her face neutral. “I was just making sure that we have enough time to change the subject if she decides to come over here and say hello.”

“Really?” Jack wasn’t exactly convinced. “Because it looked a lot like you’re staring at her for other reasons, if you get what I mean.”

Peggy’s cheeks flushed slightly, annoyed that he had somehow figured it out. “No!”

Daniel had apparently decided to get in on the conversation as well. “Peggy, we both know you’re a terrible liar when it comes to things like this. It’s not a big deal, just admit that you like her.”

“I don’t-”

“Oh, so we should invite her over here and say hello ourselves then?” At this point Jack had a wicked smile on his face, overjoyed at finally finding something that could unsettle the great and powerful Peggy Carter: her own emotions.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? You afraid you’ll stutter in front of her?”

“Because I don’t want to expose her to the two of you.”

“What do I have anything to do with this?” Daniel asked, looking a tiny bit offended.

“Because as much as I trust the two of you on a case, I have no interest in divulging the secrets of my private life with you, and especially not around those I wish to pursue romantically.” Her tone was firm, but she knew that they wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

There was a moment of silence, and eventually Jack nodded. “Alright, I can respect that. But for the love of God, ask her out for coffee or something eventually. I can feel the tension from all the way over here.”

***

Unsurprisingly, Peggy didn’t take Jack’s suggestion. She wanted to do this on her own terms, or at least, that’s what she told herself. In reality, she was nervous.

She could take down men twice her size without breaking a sweat, but the idea of asking you out had her palms feeling clammy. It was embarrassing honestly, the way she couldn’t seem to get the words out whenever she spoke to you, but thankfully you hadn’t seemed to notice the odd way Peggy acted around you.

And out of all the time Peggy spent thinking about you, questions about your occupation never once made an appearance. It seemed almost routine, why wouldn’t you be a secretary? It was an admirable enough job in this world, and one that she knew had decent pay. It never clicked that you might be lying about your career in the same way that Peggy was, or at least until the two of you came face to face over a dead body one morning.

“Bad news,” Jack had said as he stepped into the room. The SSR had been called to investigate a dead body found in the library, and he had just spoken to the police outside. “The case isn’t ours.”

“What?” Daniel asked, looking up from the notes he was taking about the body. “Then why were we called in?”

“Okay, maybe a better way to phrase it is the fact that the case isn’t completely ours,” Jack said. “Basically, the city wants to include the FBI in the proceedings as well, because we don’t exactly advertise our existence to the rest of the country and because this place is so public word is going to travel fast around the city. Whoever heads this investigation up will be working with an agent from the bureau for the duration of the case.”

Peggy and Daniel nodded. “Did you meet the other agent yet?” Peggy asked.

Jack shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of high heels clicking on the tile floor. The three of them turned to see you approaching, a no-nonsense expression on your face. When you got close enough, you pulled out an official FBI ID badge. “Hi, I’m Special Agent L/N and I’ll be-” when you laid eyes on Peggy, you stopped mid sentence. “Peggy? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” she said, and she didn’t dare look at Jack, who she knew had a smug expression on his face.

“I’m the FBI agent assigned to assist with this case,” you said. “I thought you worked at the phone company.”

“I thought you worked as a secretary.”

At her words, a smile finally crossed your face. “Guess we fooled each other, huh?”

Before Peggy could respond, Jack cut into the conversation. “Since the two of you already seem to know each other, I’ll put Peggy in charge of this case,” he said. “You should have no problem working together to get to the bottom of things.”

You nodded, seemingly happy with the arrangement, and Peggy waited until you were looking in another direction to shoot Jack a death glare. That bastard knew what he was doing, and Peggy would definitely get him back for it.

- the end -

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imkittyjustkitty · 2 years

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Kitty's Daily Pride — Day 5

prompt ; strength

pairings ; Peggy Carter x Reader

summary ; Nothing went right today, anything that could possibly go wrong, did. It's all too much and all that you want is for your girlfriend to hold you in her arms and comfort you, to promise that everything will be alright.

+ fem!reader (no pronouns but reader wears a skirt and and reader's boss is sexist so yeah)

warnings ; pet names (love, darling, & dear used endearingly by Peggy, sweet cheeks used derogatorily by reader's boss) , swearing , sexism (reader has a shitty boss) , creeps trying to look at reader in places they should not be , talk of reader being overstimulated , talk about being/feeling sick , reader is overwhelmed and freaking out , basically just a bunch of bad stuff bc reader had a shit day

genre ; hurt/comfort

word count ; 1119

A/N ; hiii !! here's some peggy comfort <3 is this somewhat inspired by me having a bad day ? yes indeed sdnkfnk , i also plan on writing more peggy comfort because i love her sm <3

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To put it simply, you'd had the worst day. You'd arrived late to work due to the fact that your girlfriend Peggy, who would usually wake you both up, had stayed late at her job last night and subsequently not being able to come home that night, meaning by the time you woke up you were almost an hour late and rushing out of your apartment with the overwhelming worry that you'd forgotten something.

You had. You'd forgotten half of your work uniform, so then you were showing up to your job in yes, the right shirt, but you had completely forgotten to change your bottoms and now you were wearing dark grey pants to your job as a waitress. And your boss was not happy.

He would never shut up about 'professionalism and presentation in the workplace' but really he just wanted to see his female employees in skirts and it was disgusting. You hated it but you couldn't do anything about it, you needed a job.

But sometimes, it was way too much for you to handle. The diner you work at just never stopped being overstimulating and overwhelming, it felt like a punishment for something you hadn't done.

Your hellish day didn't stop at being reprimanded by your boss for wearing the wrong uniform, and not just the wrong uniform but for wearing 'pants? I think you're a bit confused sweet cheeks'.

He forced you to wear a spare skirt from a waitress who had previously worked there, and it was not at all your size. It was dusty and torn at the seam, so every step you took you had to awkwardly pull it up to make sure it didn't fall right off you. You received weird looks all around you, and the occasional creep watching you carefully, waiting for your skirt to slip so they could see your exposed skin. You felt fucking sick.

And then every customer at the diner seemed to decide that today was the day they all turn against you, and make sure they were the rudest and most impatient people that is humanly possible, and push you to the edge knowing that you couldn't react for the sake of your job.

You'd had enough when you'd finally left your job, making your way home, and realised when in the rush of leaving for work this morning, you'd locked your apartment keys inside your apartment. Which in the grand scheme of things should not have been the mental blow it was, yeah maybe a bit of a panic before realising your girlfriend also had a key, and that'd be it. But no, today had been terrible. It had been so trying on you mentally and this, of all things, had been your last straw.

So now you found yourself sliding your back down the wooden door of your locked apartment, tears pouring out as you pull your knees up and hide your face.

You hate your habit of waking up late no matter how hard you try to change your sleep schedule in a way that would benefit you.

You hate your boss for being so backwards and idiotic.

You hate the customers at the diner for being so disgusting and rude.

You hate yourself for forgetting to get your key out of your apartment before you locked it in there.

But most of all, you miss your girlfriend and you hate how long it's been since you've last seen her.

You don't know how long you've been sat here, head between your legs, not even trying to calm down, just crying and crying and crying. You don't know if people have seen you sobbing in the hallway, and quickly turned the other way, or how many people have walked past you as quietly and rapidly as possible to get past and away from the weeping girl on the second floor of an apartment complex...

"Y/n!? Darling is that you??"

Your body immediately freezes at the familiar voice and hurried footsteps nearing your trembling figure.

"Oh love, oh dear c'mere, what happened?" Peggy asks you, bending down to rest the balls of her feet as she rests her palms on your shaking knees, her heart breaking as she takes in the view of you, broken and crying at the door of your shared apartment.

You try to slow your ragged breathing to answer your girlfriend, but all that comes out is a strangled whine, and Peggy's heart breaks impossibly more.

"Oh love, it's okay, i'm here," Peggy comfort you as she moves to sit next to you, pulling you to her chest and soothingly rubbing your back.

"It's okay dear, I'm here," Peggy whispers comforting things to you as you wrap your arms around her, she tells you about something funny she overheard about a co-worker, a memory of when she was a kid, she tells you anything sweet and funny that comes to mind, no matter how small.

She tells you about how her least favourite smell is that of strawberries, for no discernible reason other than the fact that it is far too sweet of a scent, and that 'really, strawberries taste nice so they already have that going for them, but then they also smell sweet? I don't trust it, no one needs that much going for them', which makes you giggle at your girlfriend, looking up from where you head is buried in her chest, to see your beautiful Peggy smiling down at you, love and adoration flooding her soft eyes.

"Thank you, Peg," you whisper, as she moves her sleeve to gently wipe stray tears off your cheeks.

"Of course love, I'm always here for you, okay?"

You let out a deep breath and nod your head, "Yeah.. Peg, I love you, ya'know?"

"I love you too Y/n," Peggy grins softly at you.

After a moment of you two just enjoying being in each other's presence, Peggy speaks up.

"Ok well, I don't know about you but it is so bloody cold out here," She laughs, starting to stretch her arms, "How about we head in, yeah?"

"Yeah, it is pretty cold," You smile at your girlfriend as she helps you stand up on shaky legs, still holding your hand as she goes to unlock the apartment door.

Smiling as the two of you walk into your shared apartment, you watch your beautiful girlfriend as she grabs her bag and carries it in with her, heels clicking along the wooden floor boards. You can't help but feel like everything is and will be okay, because as long as you have Peggy, the love of your life by your side, everything will work out.

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sunflowersteves · 2 years

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i have an idea for some headcanons for your celebration, with the Love of My Life Peggy Carter!!

🍋 : where the reader is a suspect on a case (but is actually innocent) and peggy shows up suddenly after the case is over and asks them out :)

yes!! love it <3 and u!!!

your leg was bouncing up and down in anticipation

your mouth felt hella dry as you waited for the results of your hearing

Peggy knew that with the amount of anxiety you were feeling, you definitely didn’t hear the judge’s rule

so Peggy had you come into her office so she could explain to you what was going on

and wow, you were practically bouncing off the walls

she quietly opens her office door before sitting down in a chair next to yours

all while you’re chewing on your nails

“Listen, agent Carter—”

“Peggy.”

your head snaps up, “what?”

if you hasn’t stared at her very pretty face, you would’ve missed her bashful expression

“Call me, um, Peggy.”

you smile, “well, Peggy, give it to me straight. I can’t take it.”

the bright red lipstick that u definitely didn’t wanna smear with ur own lips on her lips was slightly faded, “it’s great news, love, you’ve been proven innocent.”

your mouth gaped, “wait what?”

before she could even respond, you crash into her with a bone-crushing hug

she swore her stomach bubbled with warmth

she wrapped her arms around yours and she really, really hoped it wouldn’t end

spending hours upon hours with you while she helped get evidence of your innocence made her have feelings

deep feelings for you

“I would do anything you ask” kind of feelings

you pulled away rather shyly because holy shit!! you just hugged peggy carter

you got your things and was preparing to leave, one hand on the doorknob

“hey, um,” you whipped around to see Peggy look extremely nervous, “would you like to go to the movies sometime?”

Peggy’s eyes were wide because if she fucked up, thing would be bad

she was hoping you’d be her “roomate that shares the same bed” but it was still an entire shot in the dark

but then your smile got so wide, Peggy’s heart fluttered

“I’d like that, carter.”

and then you left, walking out the door and out of her office

she was about to call after you for your phone number, but then saw a piece of paper crumbled in her pocket

she smiled, when had you done that?

sure enough, your number was sprawled across the paper

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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Peggy Carter/Reader "let's stay here for a while."

Peggy's smiling at you in the way that makes your stomach and heart flip inside you and you smile back, hoping she knows its genuine.

"Peggy.. I didn't think you'd..." You reach for her hand letting her pull you close before you look back to the door, intent on going back to the SSR's main office.

"Oh. Y/N; let's stay here for a while." Peggy's grip tightens and you frown a little at her.

"Really?"

"Yes. Can we?"

"Of course, has something happened?"

Times up. A man's voice chimes in your head and Peggy's face falls.

"I'll; I love you Y/N."

"I love you to Peggy.."

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thespiritoflife · 2 years

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Pairing: Peggy Carter x Fem!reader

Warnings: grammatical errors, ANGST

The necklace

Peggy looked at me. Who would have said that this is for the last time ..

"Y / N. I'll see you when you get back," she whispered. There was a promise in her sentence. The promise that when I come back, we'll finally be together.

After so many years. After so many years of hiding our feelings. After so many years of a pain in our hearts. After so many years of grief. We couldn't be together. We couldn't.

"Agent Carter! Come here, we need you, " someone shouted at her.

"I'm coming," she shouted back, looking at me once more.

"I'll be back," I assured her, and I hurried to the plane. Steve and Bucky were in it. They both smirked. I rolled my eyes and said nothing. They probably knew what was going on between me and Peggy. But I didn't feel like tell them something. It was just between me and her.

I touched the necklace. She gave it to me herself. She said I could not return it to her until the end of time. So never.

I smiled.

My beloved Peggy.

Cars raged in New York and blew horns. I put my palms to my ears. It didn't help. Nick Fury's words kept ringing in my head.

I felt terribly cold. White darkness. Nothing. No Peggy. No love. Nothing........

"You slept for 70 years ..."

"Are you asking where Steve Rogers is? He's stayed in the past."

"I've told you for the hundredth time that I don't know where's Peggy ..."

It hurt. I couldn't believe it. I was born to live during the 20th century, not the 21st century.

She was left alone.

I cried desperately. People ignored me. It was so different .. Everything.

And I cried even more when I noticed a happy pair of women.

"You married." I said. I finally went to visit her. She remembered me. She cried when she saw me. She was still alive. Her body was old, but her soul was not.

I wanted to go back. To Peggy.

"Y / N .. are you alive .."

I held her hand. A few tears ran down my cheeks.

"We weren't given it." I whispered.

Peggy interrupted me. "We weren't, but it probably should have been like thjs... maybe in the next life," her voice sounded hopeful.

How come she still had hope? Hope died in me.

I put a necklace in her hand. "End of time," I muttered.

Peggy's face suddenly changed. She threw the necklace on the ground. "Who are you? What do you want?"

I cried. "Peggy, it's me .. Y / N .."

My heart was even more destroyed when I heard that she had died in 3 days. I stared at her necklace at her funeral. She had it around her neck.

"I don't know you ... I don't know you ..." she muttered, startled and my heart broke.

She died with me.

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 3 months

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Reader receives Peggys nudes accidentally

Authors note: For Cap Carter specifically (Agent Carter is also hot, but this damn super soldier has me in a choke hold)

Word count: 691 Marvel Masterlist How They React To Masterlist

Technology is not her strong suit, she'd be the first one to tell you that too. So, it's hardly a surprise that she messed something up regarding her phone and its picture sending abilities. However, it is a surprise that she managed to accomplish sending you not just one, but two full frontal nudes that she had experimentally taken in the mirror after a shower while back. And she'd somehow done so just by shoving her phone in her pocket haphazardly after leaving a meeting. Great.

She has no idea what to do here, is there a way to unsend a photo? She hasn't a clue. Stark would know, and could probably do it too, but she would rather fist fight an alligator than explain this situation to the smug genius and have him see her pictures

“Oh, hell…” she mutters as she notices the read symbol showing up below the messages.

Knowing that you've now actually seen them, meaning you've seen her in full glory, has her face turning nearly as red as the stripes on her suit. Even though she's sure you're aware this was accidental, she wishes to apologize for her enormous blunder, but currently her hands just won't cooperate.

On your end, you really aren't fairing much better. You had been working on finishing up some after mission reports when your phone went off, twice. Now normally you would have ignored it, as you really did need to finish the paperwork for Hill. But from the drop-down notification you could see that it had been Peggy, and since you have a soft spot for the woman, and no it certainly wasn’t because you were crushing on her, you decided to let yourself be distracted

You come to regret that now though, because you're absolutely certain you were not meant to see those pictures of her. And you feel terrible, because even knowing that, you couldn't stop yourself from looking anyway. You knew the serum had bulked her up, afterall you'd gotten glimpses of some of that due to her workout apparel, but seeing her bare really drove the point home of just how fit she truly was. And the way the water droplets gathered in the recesses of her defined muscles, god was it attractive. But you do your best to shake those thoughts away. Now was not the time to ogle, as she was surely panicking. Now was the time to be casual, if at all possible.

She's not sure how long she sat there mentally berating herself for getting you both into this mess before her phone dings. She's all too aware that it was a message coming through and her stomach twists in knots with the anticipation that it's most likely you responding to her photos. She takes a deep breath before picking up the device to read your message

Jesus Peg, take a girl to dinner first

Her stomach twists again, but this time for an entirely different reason. You didn’t sound upset that you had gotten them, and you certainly weren’t disgusted by her accidental implication that you’d be into another woman. In fact, though you were trying to be comical about the ordeal, it almost seemed as though you liked them. And the thought alone had her heart pounding in her chest

Bloody device had a mind of its own, I am truly sorry

No harm done. Besides, I’d rather get your nudes than anyone else's

Oh my god, did you really just type that? And hit send?? You slam your head down against your desk with a groan and pray that it goes undelivered, or that somehow her phone spontaneously combusts before she can read it. However, you aren't that lucky.

Her eyebrows raise at your admission, and she finds herself chewing on her bottom lip in contemplation. Should she take a risk? Surely there'd be no harm in it, if you reacted this well to an unsolicited picture of her naked then your reaction to a date request wouldn’t be anything she couldn’t handle.

Well then, how about we grab that dinner? I can pick you up at 6

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SERIES:

pretty in pink

Adopting a hybrid bunny girl becomes one of the best decisions you've ever made in your life. Despite the blurred lines that form in your relationship, you wouldn't trade anything in the world for your sweet angel that is Wanda Maximoff.

the excellence of misfortune

Moving into Westview to escape the demons that chase you, there you meet Wanda Maximoff, a married woman who's looking for the same kind of escapism. Where one seeks order and the other seeks thrill, maybe you can show each other a little neighbourly support, and perhaps, find the excellence of misfortune.

ONESHOTS:

spooky scary skeletons the one where you're ghostface and wanda maximoff is your next victim.

nsfw alphabet your sex life with your girlfriend, told through snapshots of the alphabet.

the pirate and the mermaid in the midst of a voyage, a notorious pirate stumbles upon a pretty little mermaid.

arabella as a writer, your love for wanda transcends the boundaries of words.

medicine after a particularly taxing work day, there's no better stress relief than your cute little bunny sleeping half-naked in your bed.

doctor's orders barbie!wanda hasn’t got a clue about how her newly-human body works. thankfully, you happen to be the best gynecologist in town.

babysitter duty | pt.2 the mom of the kids you babysit is extremely hot.

kick a ball, score a hot mom wanda's sons have soccer practice, while she spends some time with their young and ridiculously good-looking coach in the equipment closet.

extra credit the one where professor maximoff promises you extra credit if you make her squirt, and you're a fast learner.

taunt the several times wanda scrunches her nose at you.

god, you're insatiable a formal work party gone wrong when wanda's co-workers get a little too close to you.

giddyup in which you wake up to your girlfriend riding on your abs.

boudoir photography the finals assignment where your top student submits her nudes.

heat waves omegaverse - the one where an omega wanda in heat goes to the bar to find some relief, and meets the alpha bartender.

study break in which straight A student wanda maximoff studies with the school's jock and jerk, you.

rockin' around the christmas tree in which "rockin'" is a euphemism for sex.

'tis the season to be horny making gingerbread houses with your horny girlfriend.

last christmas | pt.2 the one where you reunite with your toxic ex on christmas.

i'm (c)reaming of a white christmas when they said 'white christmas', you thought it meant being covered in snow, certainly not...... this.

all i want for christmas is you (to fuck me] the only thing on wanda's wishlist is you.

slow hands | pt.2 college au where you had always thought wanda was out of your league, until that night at tony stark's party.

DRABBLES:

babygirl wanda

more babygirl wanda

babygirl model wanda

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SERIES:

home is where the heart is

In which your married life with Natasha Romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. With your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (And ultimately, very horny.)

my divine goddess

After saving a mystical cat from a deathly experience, you're hauled into the world of Gods and Goddesses with one wish to get whatever it is you desire. Turns out, all you crave is the Goddess of Lust, Natasha Romanoff. Steamy entanglements turn into love-filled confessions, but the two of you were star-crossed from the very start.

ONESHOTS:

mile high club on a plane ride to dubai for a romantic getaway, natasha takes matters into her own hands, and your cock into her own mouth. (oops?)

arsonist's lullabye natasha gets more attached than expected after a one-night-stand with the college's infamous player.

mechanic jacks and jacked mechanics natasha's car breaks down in the dead of the night, and an unbelievably sexy mechanic shows up to fix her right up.

let me fuck your tits? your wife thinks you've been acting a little off lately, but it comes down to the 'hard' truth that you just wanna fuck her tits.

i wanna be yours despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast... and gets a lot more than what she bargained for.

widow's web natasha's mission to retrieve a thumbdrive file by seducing a high-ranking executive goes a little too smoothly, and she doesn't notice you're not all you seem to be.

break the rules when visiting the strip club downtown with your co-workers, you catch the eye of none other than the 'black widow'.

obsession, possesion! your roomate's an innocent little thing, the prettiest girl on campus, whose boobs you're a little too obsessed with.

office hours | pt.2 natasha romanoff is your new secretary, and she's ready to help you with your every need.

DRABBLES:

natasha plays a prank

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ONESHOTS:

if god forbid (Peggy Carter x Gn!Reader) you're eating your wife out under her office desk as she speaks to - or at least, attempts to speak to - her military soldiers.

the super soldier theory (Wandanat x Amab!Reader) being a supersoldier had its perks, like getting to fuck the black widow and scarlet witch on a mission.

DRABBLES:

subby!agatha

possesive wandanat

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skylarinfinity · 7 months

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m/n: [let's out big sighed after he hearing peggy keep nagging] how could you be so beautiful and annoying at the same time?

peggy: [glare at m/n] i'm sorry?!

m/n: [rolling his eyes] thank you for apologies!

peggy: that- i'm not- [sighed and walk out the room]

[howard and steve watching this wide eyes]

howard: how he still alive after that?!

steve: i- i don't know- this is miracle!

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Caught ~Peggy Carter xFem Reader

Howard catches Peggy and Y/N, only to find out they’ve been married for years.

Mommy… Master List

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Warnings: kissing, fluff, gay marriage

Short blurb

Enjoy (:

Howard Stark walked into Peggy Carter's office, expecting to find her working on some new technology.

Instead, he found her lips intertwined with a woman he had never seen before. Howard froze in place, unsure of what to do next.

Peggy and Y/N quickly broke apart, both looking a little embarrassed at being caught.

"Howard," Peggy said, her voice a little shaky. "This is my wife, Y/N. Y/N, this is Howard Stark."

Peggy Carter, the woman he had admired for years, was married?

How had he not known?

"Wife?" he repeated dumbly.

"Yes, Howard," Peggy said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I got married a few years ago."

Howard shook his head, still in disbelief. "I can't believe I didn't know," he said, walking over to shake Y/N's hand.

Y/N smiled at him, a little unsure of what to make of the whole situation. "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Stark," she said.

Howard sat down in one of the chairs in front of Peggy's desk, still trying to process the information.

"So, when did this happen?" he asked.

"A few years ago," Peggy repeated. "We kept it quiet, for obvious reasons."

Howard nodded, finally starting to come to terms with the situation.

"Well, congratulations," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm happy for you both."

Peggy and Y/N both smiled at him, the tension in the room finally starting to dissipate.

"Thank you, Howard," Peggy said. "It means a lot coming from you."

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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Pain Medicine Promises

Peggy Carter/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,038

Summary: While recovering from a near fatal shot and completely out of your mind on painkillers, you confess your love for a certain SSR agent without realizing that she’s in the room.

@agentcarterbingo square: “this is awkward”

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“Is she going to be okay?” was the first thing Daniel asked as he stepped into Howard’s mansion with Peggy and Jack behind him.

Jarvis nodded, and the three of them let out a small sigh of relief. “Miss L/N is going to be perfectly fine, don’t worry,” he said.

“What happened?” Peggy asked. “Howard just said that she’d been shot.”

“The bullet was meant for Mr. Stark I’m afraid,” Jarvis said. “But Y/N unknowingly stepped into the line of fire, and it hit her in the abdomen. According to the doctor, the shot didn’t affect anything major, but she’s going to have a long recovery ahead of her.”

“Can we see her?” Daniel asked. Although you were not an agent of the SSR, the three of them had grown close to you over the time that they had known you, and hearing that you were gravely injured was deeply worrying. Peggy seemed to be the most on edge about the whole situation, for reasons Daniel suspected had something to do with her special affinity for Howard’s secretary. Several times he had tried to gently push Peggy into asking you out, but every time he always got the same answer: “she doesn’t feel that way, I told you to stop lying to me.”

Jarvis nodded and beckoned for the three of them to follow. “The doctor left about a half hour ago,” he said. “She is on some pretty strong pain medication, but I think she might still be awake.”

The three of them followed Jarvis to your room, and even though Daniel was prepared for what he might see, it was still an ugly shock. You looked weaker than he’d ever seen you before, and although you were still awake, it looked like you were on the verge of passing out. There wasn’t much modesty to be had due to the placement of your injury, so your shirt had been pulled up to reveal your bandaged stomach area from when the doctor had been checking it over, and the heat of the Los Angeles summer ruled out the possibility of pulling up the covers.

Daniel and Jack stayed on the outskirts of the room while Peggy stepped next to the bed, reaching down and gently taking your hand in hers. “Y/N, I’m glad you’re going to be okay.”

Your eyes fluttered open and closed before you spoke in response. “Peggy,” you murmured. “Tell Peggy I’ll be okay.”

Daniel looked at Jack with a confused expression before he realized what must be happening to you. Jarvis mentioned that the medication you were on was pretty strong, so you must not be aware at all about where you were or who you were talking to.

Peggy faltered slightly before responding, squeezing your hand gently. “I’m right here Y/N, it’s Peggy.”

“Peggy!” You had to be completely delirious at this point, and what came out of your mouth next only proved Daniel’s hypothesis. “Peggy is sooooooo pretty.”

Silence fell over the room as everyone registered your words, and Jack was trying not to laugh out loud. “Really?” he asked as he stepped a little closer to the bed, and you nodded earnestly. Daniel tried to shoot him a look of reproach, but clearly Jack wanted to embarrass Peggy a little, because he raised his eyebrows at the tinge of blush on his friend’s cheeks as she registered your words.

“Yeah, and she’s strong.” Your words were slurring together, and Daniel knew it was only a matter of time before you passed out from both exhaustion and the heavy dose of drugs in your system. “Her hair looks so soft, and she could kill me in three seconds. But that’s fine because I want to kiss her so badly it sometimes makes me forget what I’m doing.”

Peggy’s blush only grew redder as you continued to babble on, and Jack was really failing at holding in his laughter at this point. It was hard for Daniel to keep his face neutral, and he really wanted to raise his eyebrows at Peggy as well, as if to rebuke every single word she said about you not liking her back.

“Do you mean that?” Peggy asked gently, still holding her hand. Her voice sounded almost meek, and Daniel could see the glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Yeah, I love her soooo mu-” you said, but you didn’t even finish your sentence before you had completely fallen asleep, mouth still slightly open as your breathing leveled.

“Well,” Jarvis said, pulling up the sheet to cover your chest. “This is awkward, isn’t it?”

There were tiny tears forming in Peggy’s eyes as she responded. “I’m sure it was just the medicine talking,” she said, her voice slightly strangled. “She won’t remember a word of this when she wakes up.”

Jack had completely given up on trying not to laugh, and his joy was obvious as he bent over, practically shouting with glee. If Daniel didn’t know that the pain medicine would keep you sleeping like the dead even among all the noise, he would have told him to be quiet. “Maybe she won’t, but you will,” he eventually said once he had calmed down. “And I think it’s clear that you’re both enamored with each other, so why are you putting this off?”

Peggy’s expression turned defensive. “Jack, a half conscious admittance that my hair is nice doesn’t inspire too much confidence about my shared feelings.”

“She told you more than that Peg,” Daniel cut in. “I think I caught the word love in there somewhere.” Peggy opened her mouth to respond, but he kept speaking. “When she wakes up, tell her how you feel and how scared you were to lose her. From what I just saw, there’s not a doubt in my mind that she doesn’t feel the same.” Something in his words must have resonated with her, because Peggy just nodded.

As she sat down in a chair next to your bed, Daniel tapped Jack on the arm and motioned for them to leave. You would be sleeping for a little while, and besides, what happened when you woke up was between you and Peggy, not them.

- the end -

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theconstantsidekick · 10 months

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My Greatest Creation Is You

Pairings: Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Howard Stark x Stark!Reader (best friends)

Genre: A bickering fluffy look back at the good times, with slight angst

Summary: Tony realizes he never really knew his father. Thankfully he has a box of Howard Starks's stuff and a video message from beyond the grave to help him out.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Past Trauma.

a/n: read Age Of Ultron for more information on Y/n's backstory

sidenote: I just missed Tony a lot, ok?

“That thing in your chest is based on unfinished technology,” Fury tells him as they sit next to each other, listening to the sound of bird chip away at what once used to be his center table. They’re at his place, it’s pretty banged up from the party, the windows are all gone, he can hear the waves beneath them, hell, he can even hear the birds chirping.

“No, it was finished,” Tony argues. “It has never been particularly effective until I miniaturized it and put it in my—”

“No,” Fury interjects. “Howard said the arc reactor was the stepping stone to something greater. He was about to kick off an energy race that was gonna dwarf the arms race. He was on to something big, something so big that it was gonna make the nuclear reactor look like a triple-A battery.”

This is the first he’s hearing of this.

He begins pouring himself a glass of water. “Just him, or Anton Vanko in on this too?”

“Anton Vanko is the other side of that coin. Anton saw it as a way to get rich,” Fury tells him.

“I told you he got deported, what I didn’t tell you was that Howard was the one who got him deported,” Y/n chimes in from where she stands in front of them, smoking a cigarette while leaning against what used to be a wall. “Once he got back, the Russians found out he couldn’t deliver so they shipped his ass off to Siberia after which he spent the next 20 years in a vodka-fuelled rage.” She exhales letting out the smoke.

“Not quite the environment you want to raise a kid in, the son you had the misfortune of crossing paths with in Monaco,” Fury adds.

Ok, got it, he thinks. Irrelevant now, I’ve got bigger fish to fry.

“You told me I hadn’t tried everything. What do you mean I haven’t tried everything? What haven’t I tried?” Tony asks.

“He said that—” Fury points towards with a glass in hand as he continues, “you were the only person with the means and knowledge to finish what he started.”

Well, fuck.

“He said that?” Tony doesn’t believe a single word of it.

“Are you that guy? Hm?” Fury leans in, resting his elbows on his knees but his eyes or well eye remains locked on Tony. “Are you? ‘Cause if you are, then you can solve the riddle of your heart.”

It takes a second for Fury’s words to settle, but when they do, all Tony can do is shake his head slowly in what would be considered something similar disagreement or even maybe shock? “I don’t know where you get your information, but he wasn’t my biggest fan.”

“What do you remember about your dad? Huh?” There’s a challenge in Fury’s words.

“He was cold, he was calculating. He never told me he loved me. He never even told me he liked me, so it’s a little tough for me to digest when you’re telling me he said the whole future was riding on me and he’s passing it down. I don’t get that.” He really fucking doesn’t. “You’re talking about a guy whose happiest day was when he shipped me off to boarding school,” he adds, as he leans back into his chair.

It’s a fucked up day, don’t you think? Tony’s being told Howard Fucking Stark bet the goddamn future on the son he couldn’t wait to get rid of.

“That’s not true,” Fury counters. His words fall out easy as if the years and years of trauma Howard gave him were not valid. As if whatever he lived through with his father wasn’t all that real. The world has always seen his father in a much different light than he ever did. He made peace with that. Howard Stark was a completely different than Tony’s dad but FUCK if it doesn’t grind his gears when he hears Fury spew this shit.

The future riding on me? Bull fucking shit!

“Well, then, clearly you knew my dad better than I did,” Tony half-concedes, wanting the topic to be over.

“As a matter of fact, I did,” Fury comments, putting his glass down on the makeshift table in front of them. The moment the words fall out of his mouth, a couple agents along with Agent Coulson and Natali—fuck! No. God!—Natasha Romanoff walk up in front of them. “He was one of the founding members of S.H.I.E.L.D.” Fury says that like that wasn’t a fucking bombshell he just dropped. The asshole is all nonchalant, looking down at his watch, absolutely uncensored about how he just broke Tony’s fucking brian a little bit.

The agents drop the crate infront of him.

“What?” Tony asks Fury, confounded. “WHAT?” He looks over at Y/n, who looks even more zen than Fury. “WHAT THE FUCK?”

Fury gets up off the chair “I got a two o’clock.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait! What’s this?” He asks, pointing at the crate.

“Okay, you’re good, right?” Fury asks, ready to walk away.

Tony’s up too. “No, I’m not good.”

“You got this? Right? Right?” Fury asks, pointing over at the crate.

“Got what?” Tony’s fucking lost. “I don’t even know what I’m supposed to get.”

“Natasha will remain a floater at Stark with her cover intact,” Fury informs him as he puts on his jacket. “You remember Agent Coulson, right?”

“Yeah,” is all he can say because he knows he’s not getting any more answers out of that guy.

Fury begins walking away, but stops for a second, turning to face him again, “Oh! And Tony, remember, I got my eye on you.”

That’s fucking hilarious.

Natalie/Agent Romanoff/Natasha—We will—we’ll just call her Agent Romanoff from hereon out. Anyway, so, Agent Romanoff says, “We’ve disabled all communications. No contact with the outside world. Good luck.” And with that she leaves as well.

Turning to Coulson, Tony begins, “Please. First thing, I need a little bodywork. I’ll put in a little time at the lab. If we could send one of your goon squad down to The Coffee Bean, Cross Creek, for a Starbucks run, or something like that, that’d be nice.”

“I’m not here for that,” Coulson’s reply is simple. “I’ve been authorised by Director Fury to use any means necessary to keep you on-premises. If you attempt to leave or play any games, I will tase you and watch Supernanny while you drool into the carpet. Okay?”

Fuck me! “I think I got it, yeah,” he replies instead.

“Enjoy your evening’s entertainment,” Coulson comments. He turns over to Y/n then, “Ms. Stark, good to see you again.”

She smiles then. “Hey Phill, how’ve you been?” She asks as she pulls out the cigarette from between her lips, pulling a foot up and rubbing the butt across the soul of her boots, releasing pretty yellow embers. Pocketing the now extinguished butt she walks over to the men.

“I’ve been great. You?” She just passes a pointed look over at Tony as a response and Coulson has the audacity to smile. “Fair enough. You need anything?”

“A pack of menthols would be great,” she answers with a smile.

“On it,” Coulson nods, walking off.

And Tony cannot help but stare.

“What?” She asks, looking absolutely innocent.

Rolling his eyes, he replies, “Fuck the fuck off, Stark.” And that somehow makes her chuckle.

She waves him over, “Come on,” she says pointing at the crate. Understanding her instruction, both of them pick up the damn thing and begin dragging in downstairs.

It’s a little while later when they’re in the basement that Tony is hit with the realization that he never really knew his father at all.

He’s looking through the crate, it’s all stuff that seems fairly out of place but somewhat useful? He’s not sure. There are blue prints for the arc reactor, newspaper articles, videos reels and such.

He decides to play one of the reels. It seems to be the outtakes from the video of his father that he showcased at the Stark Expo earlier.

“Everything is achievable through technology. Better living, robust heath,” his father speaks on the video tape, while Tony tries flicking through a notebook and notes down some of the calculations he thinks might come in handy. “—and for the first time in human history, the possibility of world peace. I’m Howard Stark, and everything you’ll need for the future can be found right here. City of the Future? City of Tomorrow? City of—Hang on” Dad begins to fumble on the screen, redoing the take. “I’m Howard Stark and everything you’ll need in the future can be found right here.” This is fucking stupid, Tony thinks. He’s about to turn off the damn thing when—

“Hold on,” Y/n speaks up from behind him. It startles him a little because he didn’t even know she had entered the room. “You’re gonna miss the best part.”

And yeah, that grabs his attention.

As she walks over to lean on her side against the wall opposite Tony, the video continues.

While Dad keeps talking to the camera, he reconginizes a small child pop up from behind the model and pick up a building with a mischievous smile on his face.

“So, from all of us at Stark Industries, I would like to personally—” Howard turns a little and then seems to finally notice Little Tony. “Tony, what are you doing back there? What is that?” He scolds the kid on screen. “Put that back. Put it back where you got it from. Where’s your sister? Y/n? Y/n!”

And then Y/n walks onto the screen, annoyed.

“I’m right fucking here, Howie! Okay? Can you—can you just—I don’t know, relax maybe?” She looks the same as she does right now. Maybe a new wrinkle or two, but mostly the same, except a lot more pissed. “And don’t fucking yell at him, you asshat!”

“Don’t curse infront of him, Y/n! You know how he is, he’ll pick it up and Maria will kill us both,” Howard reprimands her.

He watches as Y/n walks over to Little Tony, leaning down and dropping a kiss on his head. “Well, then don’t talk to him like that. He’s an inquisitive kid. I mean he’s your kid, what the—” she covers Little Tony’s ears with her hands. “—fuck—” she takes them off, “else were you expecting him to be like?”

His dad just shakes his head. “I’m trying to do something here,” he says, pointing at the camera that’s been rolling.

He can see Y/n rolling her eyes at Howard. “Yeah, yeah. Because this is what he’ll remember years later—not the parts where you kept yelling at him for absolute—” she covers her ears again, “—fucking bullshit—” uncovers them, “—that you seemed to care more about. A1 parenting Howie. Why don’t you write a book about it?”

And clearly, Howard feels some sense of guilt about it all because his head falls. With one hand on his waist and the other resting on the model, he revalutes his word for a few seconds and then looks up. Tony (this Tony, not Little Tony) can see he’s about to say something, wants to say something but before he can, Y/n picks up Little Tony on her shoulder.

“Come on, Stark, we’ll go have our kinda fun and not invite Dad at all,” Y/n says excitedly, making Little Tony giggle.

He watches his dad let out a sigh in defeat.

Then the footage cuts off.

The screen shows a few more outtakes of Howard talking to the camera guy while drinking whiskey or redoing takes.

Tony can’t help himself.

“Why didn’t you tell me Dad founded S.H.I.E.L.D.?” He asks.

Y/n (real Y/n, not the video Y/n) looks over, now leaning on her back, she shrugs. “Wasn’t really pertinent information.”

“Wasn’t pertinent—Are you fucking kidding me?!” Tony’s gonna loose his fucking mind.

“I told you I worked with him!”

Tony can’t help but chuckle. “Now that’s just bullshit!” He’s shouting now, “I thought you meant at Stark Industries!”

“Why the fuck would they need a goddamn spy at Stark Industries??!!” She bites back, standing straight now. She’s shouting too.

“To spy on competitive companies! I don’t know??!!”

“You think Stark Industries needed an expert spy, adept at espionage to keep an eye on their competition?!!” Her hands are flying everywhere. “Is the palladium giving you retroactive brain damage?!”

Frankly? It does seem really stupid on his part to presume that she worked as a spy for Stark Industries. But come on! He wasn’t provided the entire data.

“Oh my god, I get that you’re trying to insult me but that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever,” Tony bites back regardless. “Maybe you’re the one with brain damage.”

She begins walking over to him. “I’ll show you brain damage—”

He gets off the chair, ready to throw down with her. “Yeah, fine, show me, granny—”

Both Stark sibling halt in their position, with hands around each other’s throat, ready to throw punches, when the video recording on the screen calls out to him.

“Tony.” Dad is looking into the camera, sitting atop the model behind him. His previous put together suit gone, all that’s left now is his messy tie and white shirt with rolled up sleeves. “You’re too young to understand this right now, so I thought I would put it on film for you. I built this for you. And someday you’ll realise that it represents a whole lot more than just people’s inventions. It represents my life’s work. This is the key to the future. I’m limited by the technology of my time, but one day you’ll figure this out. And when you do, you will change the world. What is and always will be my greatest creation is you.”

The reel runs out. Screen goes white.

Both the Starks, slowly take their hands off each other and sit down on the floor, facing each other.

After a silence that seems to stretch on for a little too long, Y/n decides to break it.

“How could you think I was a spy for Stark Industries?” She has a small smile on her face.

Tony can’t help but smile too. “I don’t know, man. You’re just… You’re like the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch in my kitchen cupboard. You’re just here, you’re always here, you’ve always been here. I don’t question it.” He shrugs. “I just enjoy having it be there.”

“It's me,” Y/n says, leaning back far enough to support herself with her elbows.

“What?”

“I replace the boxes of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.”

Tony laughs, “Figures.” He shakes his head. “I—I—I think—” He can’t help but laugh again, “I didn’t put much thought behind it, but I kinda just figured that Aunt Peg just handed you to Dad and that was that.”

Nodding her head slowly, she agrees. “That’s kinda exactly what happened. I was this freak of a thing she’d recued on an op, and then yeah, she basically handed me over to Howie.” Her head falls back as she looks up at the ceiling. “It helped that he was probably my best friend in the entire world.”

Tony snorts in amusement. “Didn’t really look like it on the video,” he says, pointing to the screen.

She looks at him then, “After—I guess, after you were born—I don’t know. It got complicated. I expected him to do better by you. And don’t get me wrong, he tried to… but—” Her words drop off.

“But—” He prompts, desperate to know more.

She shrugs. “But it wasn’t good enough, it wasn’t persistent. He could’ve done better, he should have. He knew that.” She shakes her head. “Like I said, it was complicated.” Her head falls back again. “Once you were born you became my favorite person in the entire world and nothing was good enough. I guess—I mean maybe he just didn’t know how to be a dad, you know? He didn’t make for a great dad, but he was still my best friend.”

And yeah, he can understand that.

This man, the man who saved her, gave her a home, founded an organisation with her, for her—opposing him on anything couldn’t have been easy for her. It all does sound fairly complicated.

I guess Howard Stark never had an uncomplicated relationship, did he?

The thought makes him smile.

But then he remembers.

“Still pretty uncool of you, you know? Going behind my back and calling mom,” he says, with a cunning smile.

She looks at him with an unimpressed look. “I called Fury because he was the only guy who could get through to you. You have a habit of overlooking my advice when shit is hitting the fan.”

He nods in understanding. “But you still called mom.”

“I saved you from dying.”

“...by calling mom.”

She kicks him gently with her leg. “Whatever, asshole.”

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My dearest darling the series

Summary: when Steve goes back to be with peggy things aren't working out but then he sees you his next door neighbors daughter his whole world snaps into place.

Soft!dark!Steve Rogers x sweet reader

Warnings: as this story goes on there will be smut, kissing, masturbation, angst, dark steve, manipulation, dark themes such as: stalking, obsessive, passive, and aggressive behavior. And sex being referred to as love making this story is set in 1952.

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#dark steve #dark steve rogers #dark steve rogers smut #steven grant rogers #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers angst #steve rogers smut #peggy carter

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nifolution · 2 years

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Letters Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Reader, Steve Rogers & Peggy Carter

Summary: Steve is living his perfect life with Peggy after the war. What will happen when he runs into the woman that broke his heart during it?

Warnings: Heartbreak, Angst, Manipulation, lies, threats, arguments, mentions of conception, allusion of smut

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. Steve was rescued from the Valkyrie crash. He became a world hero and came back home with Peggy to start his life. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. Back to Masterlist.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 (End - Coming soon)

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x peggy carter #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #40s steve

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 3 months

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Reader receives their nudes accidentally

Summary: Through various means each hero ends up sending you their nudes without meaning to (Not interconnected. Meaning each is its own lil multiverse where R gets the nudes of their crush/crushes, whomever it may be)

Authors note: I was originally going to post all of these in 1 post, but I ended up not doing that so ya'll didn't have to scroll on down through them all if you just wanted to read for one character.

Warnings: light angst(just anxiety really), nude pics, implied future smut i guess?

Natasha

Wanda

Yelena

Carol

Bucky

Peggy

WandaNat

BuckyNat

PeggyNat

CarolNat

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m4tthewmurd0ck · 2 years

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𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ~ 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎! 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛! (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 // 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 *𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴* 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸𝚔

(((of course feel free to picture whatever dress you like! i just put the one in the middle of the first collage because my weakness is lily james + richard madden’s version of cinderella cjdfgdlfhb BUT below the cut / before the actual ball scenes, i made another collage with more dress inspo! just because i have over a thousand fancy dresses saved on pinterest and no occasion to use them. also if you can’t tell, like i just mentioned i am a whore for the 2015 cinderella movie and had to include some moments hehehe))) +++ i’ve included one of the 2 prompts, bold + italicized. i’ve obviously changed a few words to make it fit the story.

It’s the morning of the ball, and you’re a bundle of nerves and excitement. May surprised you by giving you the entire day off from the bakery, insisting that you deserved to relax and take your time getting ready. She offers Peter the day off too, and he’s more than happy to take the day off even though he only needs 10 minutes to get ready.

You’ve been up less than an hour when there’s a knock at the front door. As you open it, you’re surprised to see Pepper, and behind her stands Clint and Sam, working together to carry a rather large garment bag. Pepper explains that she just wanted to personally drop off the dress, and that she came early that way if she needs to do any last minute altering, there’ll be enough time. You step aside to let everyone in, and gesture to the mountains of food on the kitchen counter.

May had woken up before you and Peter, and decided to use the rest of the fresh eggs that a neighbor had given you all before they went bad. She apparently wanted to use a lot of the other ingredients too because on the counter sat plates of eggs, pancakes, waffles, and bacon.

You asked if anyone was hungry, and Sam and Clint eagerly dove in, saying you wouldn’t need to worry about any of it going to waste. Once they’re settled at the dining table with plates of food and cups of coffee, you show Pepper to your bedroom so that you can try on the dress.

When it’s on and you look at yourself in the mirror for the first time, you feel like a princess. You haven’t worn anything this nice, and you still can’t believe that it’s made for you. Pepper is relieved to see that no last minute arrangements need to be made, and says that she knows you’ll be the most beautiful one tonight.

Before Pepper, Sam, and Clint leave, Sam lets you know that you don’t have to worry about getting to the palace this evening. “Prince James has arranged for a carriage to pick you all up.”

The day goes by agonizingly slow. You and Peter end up spending the day doing basically nothing.

Then around 5, an unexpected knock on the door brings more company. A man and woman greet you with smiles and hugs, introducing themselves as Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Pietro explains that they often work with Pepper Potts, and that they’re basically the stylists for the palace. When you’re still a little confused on exactly what they’re there for, and when you’re told that they’ve arrived to help you get ready, you still can’t believe this is your life right now.

Pietro and Peter stay in the living room as you and Wanda go to your room, and she helps you into your dress. Wanda is giddy with excitement as she steps back to take a look at you. When you thank her for helping you, and say that you’ve never done anything like this, it almost brings tears to her eyes.

She calls Peter and Pietro into the room, now she says the fun really begins. Peter sits on your bed, and you all talk and trade funny stories as Pietro works on your hair and Wanda does your makeup.

At 6pm, May and Ben come home after closing the bakery early. Wanda insists on doing May’s makeup too, and by 6:30 you’re all finished and ready to leave for the ball. Before the twins leave to head back to the palace, you thank them again, admitting that you’ve never felt more beautiful.

“You’ll be the most beautiful princess at the dance,” Pietro kisses your hand. Wanda has to drag her brother away, whispering and joking that he can’t flirt with you or Prince James might have his head.

At exactly 6:45, a beautiful golden carriage arrives. You and Peter sit next to each other, May and Ben on the other side. The carriage moves slowly but it’s such a short distance that you still arrive at the palace in less than 10 minutes. As you walk up the steps and are led through the palace, you’re in awe. You thought everything looked amazing just on any normal day, but this is something else. Everything seems to have been transformed, the chandeliers have been replaced with bigger and more extravagant ones just for tonight, flower arrangements have been placed everywhere, and when you enter the ballroom, you swear you’ve entered some magic universe.

In the very beginning, you, Peter, May, and Ben pretty much just stand together as you all nervously look around the room.

You’re approached by a few different people who compliment your dress. One of the girls, who introduces herself as MJ, seems to have caught Peter’s eye. When she leaves and resumes talking to her friends, you encourage Peter to go over and talk to her.

Suddenly from the top of the staircase, a voice calls out. Before you even look up, you recognize Thor. “Introducing the royal family, Her Majesty Queen Winnifred Barnes, His Royal Highness Prince James Barnes, Her Royal Highness Princess Rebecca Barnes.”

They appear at the top of the staircase, Queen Winnifred walking down first, and her children following behind. Just before Bucky reaches the bottom of the steps, you make eye contact and he freezes. You’ve taken his breath away.

(((this is the collage of dresses i mentioned earlier. i initially pictured cinderella’s dress (top left), but included some others as well in case that isn’t your taste. and if you hate them all, picture whatever you like!)))

Before he can make his way over to you, Thor makes another announcement, letting everyone know that the first dance will begin in just a few minutes, and if everyone could please find a partner.

From the corner of your eye, you see Peter take MJ’s hand, and nearly squeal with delight. When he looks over at you, you clap and give him a not-at-all discreet thumbs up as payback for all the times he did that to you. He shakes his head, but has a big grin on his face.

A tap on your shoulder causes you to turn around, and you’re stunned at the sight of Bucky right in front of you.

“May I have this dance?” he bows, holding out his hand. You curtsy and smile, allowing him to lead you amongst the crowd.

You assume it’s because he’s the prince, that the crowd parts effortlessly as you walk through. Soon, you’re in the middle of the ballroom. The music begins and it’s as if everyone else disappears. In this moment, it’s only you and Bucky.

The song ends way too quickly, but before you can step back, he tightens his hold on you and pulls you closer, whispering in your ear as he asks for another dance.

As he twirls you around the room, you notice that whenever you get near anybody, they usually pause to look at you. You’re suddenly feeling self conscious. “Prince James, everyone is looking at you.”

“No, doll, they’re all looking at you.”

You end up dancing together for a few more songs, and before the next one begins, a tap on his shoulder forces you both to stop. You’re surprised to see Becca, who simply takes your hand and begins leading you away. When Bucky follows and asks where you think you’re going, she just smiles and says “if you’ll excuse us”.

When the next song finally does start, you and Becca begin to dance together. “I don’t even care how many people are staring right now,” she laughs, “I had a feeling that if I didn’t do this, I wouldn’t get to talk to you all night. My brother would definitely hog you.”

The 2 of you spend just as much time gossiping and catching up with each other, as you do actually dancing, and by the end of the song you’re both laughing so hard that you have tears. She’s just finished telling you about the time her and Bucky grabbed mattresses and slid down the main staircases of the palace, when the song ends. You hadn’t even noticed that she’d slowly been leading you back to Bucky.

“Calm down,” Becca shakes her head, “it was only one dance, and we had many things to discuss. She’s all yours now dear brother.” You hug each other goodbye, and promise to come to the palace soon for that sleepover.

Bucky apologizes as he resumes dancing with you once again, saying he hopes she didn’t scare you too much.

“Not at all, in fact I think I may have a new favorite Barnes siblings,” the shock in Bucky’s face causes you to laugh again, and he mumbles something like well I’ll just have to do something about that.

After one more song, Bucky asks if he can steal you away from all the dancing. When you excitedly say yes, he takes your hand and leads you out to the garden. You’re amazed to see that even the garden, where there are no guests, has been heavily transformed as well. Fairy lights are strung everywhere, acting as lighted pathways.

The 2 of you wander aimlessly, and you try to ignore those butterflies once again when you realize that he’s still holding your hand. But then you decide screw it, butterflies be damned. You pause, giving Bucky a kiss on the cheek.

“I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. Thank you for tonight, Bucky, I’ve loved every minute.”

Bucky suddenly gets this look in his eyes, and you can’t quite describe it, though you know that you’re feeling the exact same thing. He pulls you closer and puts a hand on either side of your face, and you know what he’s silently asking.

The kiss is everything that you thought it would be, and more. When you pull apart after a moment, neither of you remember the last time you’ve felt this happy.

As you begin walking again, you remember something that Becca mentioned earlier. “Your sister seems very worried about you, but she didn’t say why. Are you alright?”

“I’m sure she’s referring to me being crowned king in six months time,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

You nod in understanding. May was just talking about that the other day, saying she wonders what’ll happen because Queen Winnifred had just publicly announced her decision to step down as queen before the year came to an end.

When you look back up at Bucky, you see tears forming in his eyes. When they fall, you wipe them away, leaving one hand on his cheek. He leans in to your touch, letting out a soft sigh. “Bucky, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just… it’s all so much pressure. My father was the best man I knew, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to do it all without him here to guide me. How am I meant to lead? Everywhere I go I see his face, and the whole kingdom is asking who is going to be the next ruler. I don’t know if that’s me. I know that it has to be, but… I just… I don’t know.”

“James,” you whisper, and he can’t help but smile at that. To everyone else he’s only ever Prince James, or Bucky / Buck. His father was the only one to ever just call him James, and he forgot how much he missed hearing it. “You’re kind to people, and in the time I’ve spent with you, I’ve seen how caring you are. There’s no doubt in my mind, you will be a great king.”

He leans down, pulling you closer. Your foreheads are touching, and he opens his mouth to ask for another kiss, when a shout forces the 2 of you apart.

You both turn to see a man and a woman quickly approaching. She sneers at you, introducing herself as Margaret Carter, and the man next to her as Brock Rumlow. It’s clear something is wrong, and your suspicions are confirmed when Margaret turns to Bucky and says something that you hoped would stay a secret forever.

“Has your little commoner friend told you that she’s associated with King Laufeyson?”

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